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cloudymistedskies · 8 months

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“Love letters…”

Mari x… Several Muichiros?

(Probably a crack fic???)

Mari holds the love letter in one of her hands as she roams around the hallways, among the halls, she sees a familiar long-hair with black hair and minty tips in the end. It was Muichiro.

Mari beamed and rushed up to him, tapping his shoulder, which made Muichiro turn around. His monotone expression immediately changed to an excited one.

“Mari! You accepted the love letter! That means we’re going on a date, right?” Muichiro asked, his mint-green eyes lighting up when Mari nodded with a smile that is accompanied with a blush.

“Yeah…!” Mari watches Muichiro going up behind her, letting her take the lead to wherever they’re going. The two walked on the long hallways, eventually Mari spots something…or someone?

Is that another…Muichiro?! Or maybe it’s just Yuichiro???

Mari walks up to the…other long haired-boy, tapping his shoulder and he turned around. It is Muichiro… Huh…?

“I love you, Mari! Please go out with me!” The second Muichiro confessed, grabbing one of Mari’s hands and clasping them together with both of his hands.

“U-Uh… Yeah…! Sure…!” Mari nodded, despite her flustered look, she’s also confused. She watches the second Muichiro going up behind her.

The brunette continued roaming the hallways with…the two Muichiros , then she spotted another one of him.

“Wha…?!” Mari blinked as she did the same actions before, going up and tapping his shoulder, then watching him turn around, this time he was pouting.

“Mari…! You said we were gonna hang out yesterday but you didn’t show up! So I’m borrowing you for the whole afternoon!” The third Muichiro huffed, then once again did the same action the previous Muichiro’s did. Mari looks behind the three Muichiros with a dumbfounded look. She shakes her head before continuing her way as the shogi-player boys followed her, while her brain was scrambling.

..And once again, Mari spots another Muichiro. What is happening???

Tapping his shoulder like she did, he turned around, with a teasing look.

“Hehe… Did you wait long? It’s rude to make someone wait, Mari!” Muichiro scolded her in a playful way, giving the brunette a quick kiss on the cheek before going up behind her. Mari blinked multiple times from the kiss, cupping her cheek before shaking her head once again. She shouldn’t be distracted by this! She should be concerned about the fact there’s several Muichiro’s behind her. Not knowing what else to do, she just decided to continue walking in the hallways with the several Muichiro’s following behind her…

…Once again… Mari spots another Muichiro. Gosh… This is so weird.

She taps his shoulder once again, and he turned around with an annoyed look present in his face.

“Some nincompoop irritated me… I’m gonna go find him. You’ll accompany me right, Mari?” Mari watches the mint-green eyed boy once again going up behind her, just like the previous Muichiros. Mari sighed, then focused her gaze at the hallways. Seems like they’re nearing the end… That’s a relief for her…

As she continued walking with the several Muichiros following behind her, she saw another Muichiro.

‘Dear mama…! How many Muichiros am I gonna see?!’ Mari thought as she taps his shoulder, he turned around with an annoyed pout.

“You’re late, Mari! What took you so long?!” The 6th Muichiro demanded, gently pinching her cheek before going up behind her… Mari pulls her hair strands to calm herself down from the confusion.

She finally was about to reach the end, and then she spots one more Muichiro… God… This is all too confusing for the brunette.

She takes a moment to just rub her face from how confused she is. Like the previous times… She taps his shoulder, making him turn around and his expression seemed nervous and a blush is present on his cheeks.

“Mari! I—“ The 7th Muichiro trailed off when he sees the other Muichiros behind him. His once flustered look was now a confused one.

“Wait… Who are those idiots behind you?” The same Muichiro asked, narrowing his eyes at the identical boys.

“I’m on a date with Mari!” One of the Muichiros answered, smiling brightly. The other Muichiros look at the Muichiro who said that with some confused, some offended.

“No, I’m on a date with Mari, you shithead!” Another Muichiro retorted. Mari sweatdrops at the sight of the Muichiro’s quarreling.

“Well… We all can’t date Mari…” Another Muichiro chimed in. Mari then spots the Muichiro she recently encountered walking up to one of his identical individuals, tapping his shoulder.

“Hm? What is it?” One of the Muichiro’s tilted his head. Then the Muichiro who tapped…the other Muichiro’s shoulder takes out a sword and sliced the other one in half. Mari shrieked, her green eyes widened as she watches the gruesome scene before her.

“So… It’s come to this.” The Muichiro who just killed another version of himself mumbled, with a cold look as he glares at the other Muichiros.

…

Mari watches the Muichiros fight each other with a sword in their hands. One by one… they died in the hands of themselves.

There were only two Muichiro’s that were still standing. The two clashed their swords together… Eventually backing away to take a moment to breathe.

“Huff…Huff… You’re quite a tough one…” The first Muichiro said, wiping the sweat off of his face.

“Huff… If we keep fighting, it’s gonna go on forever…” The other one wipes his sweat off too. The two stayed silent for a moment.

“There’s only one way out of this…”

The two turned to Mari, making the girl squeak in confusion.

“Mari! Which do you choose?!” The two asked in sync, causing Mari to stammer.

“U-Uhh… I… I choose…”

“I choose you…!” Mari’s eyes jolted open as she points up to the sky.

“Mari…?” The brunette hears the mint-green eyed boy’s voice. She realizes she was laying down on the grassy ground and she tilts her head up and sees Muichiro with a curious look, tilting his head. Mari also realizes she was sleeping on Muichiro’s lap…

“Ah! Sorry, Mui…” Mari apologizes as she sits up and faces him, her face turning red for a moment before shaking her head frantically.

“Just had some…weird dream…” Mari explained, mumbling as she rubs one of her eyes and yawning. Muichiro smiles softly and shakes his head.

“Lunchtime is about to be over, so it was perfect time for you to wake up, Mari.” The long haired boy informed. Mari nodded. That dream was so weird…

// this was heavily based from an OMORI scene AHAHAHSHDHDHDJ //

Oh yeah, this isn’t proof read either so auHAHSH

#cloudy writes #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny oc #demon slayer oc #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kny muichiro #muichiro tokito #oc x canon #oc x canon shipping #oc x character #oc x muichiro #kny fic #oc x canon fic #fic #kinda a crack fic

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tcfactory · 2 months

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Broken System

I love it when the System breaks and gets shut down permanently, but what if it left its marks on its main user? Shang Qinghua won't be able to get out of explaining this even if he really, really wanted to.

#svsss #shang qinghua #I may or may not have a fic idea with this premise #one I'm holding onto for later TM #I need to finish some of my other ideas first #but anyway the idea was that one eye turns into something like cracked glass #if you have ever seen a fried marble it's kinda like that #he can still see out of it fine it's just weird #the cracks extending over his skin will eventually heal but not the eye #also the hairstick was just randomly stuck in his hair as a 'do not eat me' marker #because wouldn't it be funny if he was in the demon realm when the system died on him and left him with this mess #let's give MBJ something to fuss over #mun art

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a-pastel-edgelord · 3 months

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Yanki!Sukuna starts showing up outside your house to walk to school.

"I didn't tell you where I live."

"S'not like it was hard to figure out. Only one house has a persimmon tree in the yard and you always have one in your lunch." He nods to tree in question, heavy with fruit. You pluck one off without breaking stride, half hoping he'll leave when you turn your back on him.

He doesn't. Sukuna matches your pace and stares straight ahead at the road.

You change tact. "Why are you here, anyway?" Sukuna doesn't say anything walking beside you—he's not looking you in the eye. You catch him by the arm, swinging him around to face you properly. "Answer me."

He bristles and you let him break out of your grip. "It wasn't my idea, alright?! That stupid old bastard—he wouldn't stop griping at me until I left!"

"What's your grandpa got to do with it?"

"He said if I was a gentleman, then I would walk you to school! Fucking pain in the ass."

Sukuna Itadori? A gentleman? You were never one for absurdist comedy and he has yet to explain that it's a joke. It's the boyish pissed off pout on his face that cracks you up anyway.

You let an uneven grin stretch across your face before starting your heckling. "What, he didn't say anything about holding my hand too?" You twirl it in the air dramatically in front of his face. "I'm waiting~!"

He snatches it up, interlocking his large fingers with yours before you can retreat. "Happy now?!"

"Uh, y-yeah this is fine..." You turn away, biting into your persimmon and willing the heat in your face to disappear.

Sure enough, he's there the next morning and the one after that too. And every time he clasps your hand into his, he zips your fingers together—as if he's afraid of what'll happen if he manages to slip out of your grasp.

#jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk crack #jjk fic #jjk au #jjk x you #yanki!sukuna #yankii #sukeban!reader #reader insert #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sukuna #kinda obsessed #ngl #hes just so #*clenches fist*#fucking awkward

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zorosq · 10 months

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too sexy ; asl

↻ fluff, asl being asl, protective asl, making asl older so i could make asl younger and legal age, reader is 20, the others are older (idk just think of some numbers guys), kinda crack??, im sleepy so this might be bad

↻ pairing ↬asl x fem!reader! x law

anonymous asked: hiiii can i request a one shot where you’re ASLs little sister and laws gf in canon universe and you have a new bounty and there’s a new photo with it and it’s an incredibly sexy bounty photo like namis first one and everyone’s overprotective and freaking out about it bc you just LOOK TOO DAMN GOOD.

a/n this is so funny i cant 😭 btw i used she/her pronounce for yamato bcs its actually confirmed that yamato is not trans??? you can find abt it here btw.

“she’s so pretty...” one of the male said to his friend. sabo took interest in this. what was so interesting that made them gawk at a bounty poster?

“a new bounty?” sabo asked the boys. they looked at sabo and nodded. “yeah it just came out today,” the boy handed it over to sabo.

when he take a look at it, he thought that the girl looks pretty. but when he really takes a good look at it, his eyes widened. “no! nonono!” his hands were quick to ripped the poster into thousands of pieces.

“hey! i wanted to keep that-” the male was cut off when sabo grabbed him by the collar. “don’t you dare keep a poster of my sister,” he scowled.

the laughter were heard throughout the thousand sunny. it was a usual scene that was caused by no other by the rubber man captain. “oi, luffy!” nami called out.

luffy’s laughter died down and looked at nami with a frown. “what is it nami?” he titled his head to side. “there’s a poster of your sister!” she said excitedly.

the other straw hats were quick to gather around nami to take a look at the poster. “uwaaahhhhh! she’s worth 24,000,000 berries!” luffy exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down.

when sanji caught a glimpse of the poster, his nose bled and he almost passed out from blood lost. the others cheered at your high bounty.

ace choked on his sake as he looked at your poster. “ace? what’s wrong?” yamato asked. ace looked over at yamato and made a displeased face. “why is my sister naked in this poster?!” he shoved the poster in yamato's face.

“whaaaa- she’s not naked though,” she tilted her head in confusion. “she is! she’s wearing like nami! luffy’s friend!” ace shouted, both of his hands buried in his head as he kept looking at your poster in distressed.

“no. i will find the person who took this picture of her!”

law chuckled as he looked at your poster. “you’re a good photographer,” you winked at law as you hugged his side. “you were a good model for me,” he smirked.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #fluff #one piece scenario #one piece fandom #luffy x reader #one piece fluff #ace x reader #sabo x reader #asl #asl x reader #ace sabo luffy #crack fic kinda

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yakuza-emulation · 6 months

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Shoutout to this one YouTube comment for being the funniest motherfucker I’ve seen. For it being so funny (to me at least), I wanted to draw it lol

Under the cut is the original comment (with some more context lol)

This was posted under a Gacha video featuring the Glam-Mike theory prevalently. I don’t think OP even gave any evidence (aside from maybe Freddy’s classic: “I am not me.” line.)

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kiirotoao · 2 months

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I find it so interesting how Mike uses “dude” and “man” with Will whenever they’re fighting. One the one hand, it could just be Mike’s reflex emphasizers when he’s upset, but then when you look at the context of Mike and Will when they’re fighting so pointedly about each other and the underlying romantic pushes and pulls, it’s strange, because it seems like Mike is overcompensating for that romantic tension and trying to explicitly frame Will as his friend, and… it just makes me think.

#byler #also I am a firm believer that in the end Mike calls Will ‘dude’ and ‘man’ romantically to tie this all together #just because it’s cute sue me #Mike specifically being the ‘bro but romantically’ guy in their relationship is so amusing #kinda perfect crack fic setup #but still. cute #tag tangent lol anyway #mike wheeler is gay

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kianaisspiraling · 4 months

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Immortal GIGS Crew Phasmophobia AU

GIGS phasmo AU where they're basically just a group of retired immortals having fun :D

Impulse and Skizz started working for this ghost hunting company, and since they can't die, instead of reading the manual they decided to just fuck around and find out.

In truth, they kinda just showed up and started taking jobs. The company was gonna find these intruders and punish them at first, but when the spectacular results started coming in, the higher-ups hesitantly decided to let it go, since none of their actual employees were brave enough to take the cases Impulse and Skizz did.

Eventually, their results from one investigation were left with a letter requesting payment, since they didn't wanna keep using the cheap starter equipment in the van they "borrowed." So if the company slips an envelope full of cash into their own mailbox every time they receive a report for the mystery workers to take, and sometimes equipment disappears from storage with cash in its place, they simply would look the other way.

Later they drag Grian, Scar, and Gem into their shenanigans and they also fuck around and find out.

To the company, the GIGS Crew is their best team, even if they don't know much about them. They always take their hardest, most fatal jobs, and walk out completely fine.

Little do they know these eldritch entities die repeatedly and they scream like little girls. What is considered an almost certainly fatal job for any regular person, is just a game to the GIGS.

For example, all manuals say to snap pictures of cursed items, and safely return them to HQ to be disposed of in a contained area. GIGS crew though? None of them have the self control to not use those. Every single one of them would pull every tarot card for fun and you know it. Manual says to under no circumstances touch a summoning circle. GIGS does not read the manual.

They even set some rules early on, afterall this is a game to them, and what fun is a game if you can't die? So essentially they declared that if a ghost was to hit you with what would be a killing blow, you have to go into spectral form, in which you detach from your body and hover about like a spectator. Think Dr. Strange. The only thing they're allowed to do in this form is pick stray items up, and if everyone "dies" they have to jump ship and come back again later.

They can be 'revived' by the monkey paw or something too. Thing is, despite the fact that they don't need to, they still say, "I wish for Life," before the 'dead' person returns to their body. If this causes some recently dead guy a block away to suddenly wake up fine, sue them. They're causing miracles over here, be grateful!

Now imagine something happens one day that causes a human mortal that also works for the company in some regard to bare witness to GIGS' unhinged method of investigation. They're playing with cursed objects like toys, purposefully triggering hunts, and—

Unnamed is sitting in the van watching the camera closely when it happens. They've been tasked as a fifth, no wait, sixth member of the legendary GIGS crew for the day, since there's apparently a girl named Gem that subs in for Scar half the time. They're thinking that, sure, this team's been a bit reckless so far, but who are they to judge? These guys are THE professionals, after all. However, this viewpoint quickly gets decimated.

"HahAHA Scar's dead!" Unnamed's head snaps up at Grian's outburst. They, being the normal person they are, respond reasonably, "Wait, agent Scar is dead-?!" A pause followed by a realization, "Why the hell are you laughing-?!"

Grian, who came back into the van for candles since they were going to do an Onryo test before it started hunting, suddenly remembers that humans don't think death is funny. Right. Need to fix that slip up.

"Uhm... out of shock, I think?" Wow, A+ excuse, he mentally berates himself. Think Grian, think! Humans have that thing called grief, right? And isn't the first stage of that denial? Bingo! "I.. I'm sorry, I think I'm just.. in denial?" Grian wants to slap himself. Great idea, horrible execution. Unnamed clearly didn't buy it.

Thankfully, that mess was interrupted, "Hey guys, I found the monkey paw. Should I use it to bring Scar back?" Impulse says over the radio. Skizz and Grian are quick to agree, the latter also using the distraction to rush out of the van and that conversation with the candles.

It takes a moment to click, but Unnamed suddenly realizes, "Wait, are you guys gonna use a cursed item to bring Agent Scar back-?! Look, I know you all are mourning, but that is under all circumstances forbidden!" They take a breath in disbelief, "That could have unforeseen consequences!"

Skizz pipes up, not even trying to be subtle, "Well, duh. The consequences are what makes it fun!" Unnamed is interrupted by Impulse before they can rant about how bad of an idea this is—, "Yeah you say that until you're the one that has to deal with them," he chuckles.

Skizz, in blind yet playful rage, bites the bait, "Fine then! Give me the monkey paw, and I'll wish Scar back to life myself!"

Skizz does this and dies, and they can practically hear him complaining from beyond the grave. Impulse snaps a picture of his corpse as they make fun of the position he's in, his back bent backward. Unnamed is frozen in shock in the van as they listen to Skizz's friends, including a newly revived Scar, laugh at their own friend's demise. Oh god, they're surrounded by psychopaths. These guys take all the hardest jobs, of course they've gone crazy—

Unnamed, after spiraling for an unknown amount of time, looks over to the activity chart to see that there is a hunt going on. This gives them some time to collect their thoughts, only for that little composure to immediately be shattered when as soon as the hunt ends, Grian barks out a laugh, "Oh Scar! He's died AGAIN!", "Oh nooo!" Impulse follows along with a chuckle. Unnamed is on the verge of hyperventilating.

The two remaining GIGS return to the van and ignore Unnamed's impending panic attack. Grian tells Impulse that the hunt started right after the third candle blew out, so he thinks it's an Onryo. "I mean we do already have orbs, but I wasn't getting freezing temps and that ghost just wasn't answering spirit box." Impulse counters.

"Listen, I know I was spirit boxin' it pretty good,"—Unnamed shudders at that. The second-hand cringe they felt listening to Grian's "WHERE ARE YOUUU-?!" was indescribable—"but my gut is really telling me it's an Onryo! Besides, we've had ghosts that just refused to talk before."

"Your gut is usually right," Impulse mutters. "Look, we've got one of two evidence and a successful Onryo test, so I say we gag since Scar and Skizz are dead." Grian says. Impulse still looks unsure, "I just feel like it's too soon. One evidence is hardly enough, and that Onryo test could be a fluke."

They have completely forgotten Unnamed is there at this point, and they don't exactly feel like attracting attention to themself as they wilt like a flower in the corner, pondering their life choices.

Grian relents a bit, "Okay how about this, we ask Scar and Skizz if we should gag or continue investigating, fair?" Impulse nods, "Fair."

Unnamed looks up a little, concerned on how exactly they plan to consult their dead friends. They're beginning to think there's a high likelihood they'll quit tonight, and they're definitely going to need a therapist after all this.

Impulse speaks up over the radio despite them all being in the truck, "Alright guys, come get your clipboards!" Unnamed stares on in something akin to horror as two of the clipboards up on the wall start hovering. Impulse's voice is somehow too loud and too quiet at the same time, "Alright, throw your clipboards on the keyboard if we should continue, and throw them on the floor if we should gag."

Both clipboards are now being repeatedly picked up and tossed on the floor of the van by an invisible force. 'Forces,' they correct themself mentally, as it slowly dawns on them that these ghosts are actually Scar and Skizz, and isn't THAT a mind-twister?

Impulse looks slightly disappointed but smiles good-naturedly anyway, "You guys wanna gag? Alrighty then, check off Onryo and let's go!"

This is the moment that Impulse suddenly remembers Unnamed's existence, looking slightly worried at their lack of input, "You okay?" He turns his head, "Grian don't go yet, Unnamed hasn't given their opinion." Grian grumbles out a 'fine', and Impulse looks back at them, "You wanna gag, or should we contin–" Unnamed interrupts, "Just get me outta here please," they near-whisper.

Impulse looks them over and remembers that humans aren't meant to be that pale and hesitantly asks, "You uh... feeling sick?" He looks over to Grian for help, and Unnamed could swear they heard Grian sassily mumble, "Don't look at me, I dunno how humans work either," but they had to be hearing things, because that just doesn't make sense, surely.

"Impulse, lets just go and pass Unnamed onto someone who actually knows what they're doing," Grian grumbles, clearly frustrated. Impulse still looks concerned (at least he's trying), but concedes since, yeah, they really don't know what they're doing, do they?

As Grian starts the truck, Unnamed notices that Scar and Skizz's bodies are suddenly in the truck. Did– did Grian leave while Impulse looked them over? That had only lasted for a few seconds though, Grian couldn't possibly have dragged them in in that time, could he? It's like they were just teleported in here. Unnamed is really going to need that therapist, and maybe some kind of hallucination medication too...

While staring into space and down at the keyboard in misery, Unnamed distantly hears the sounds of someone cracking their joints and grunting noises to accompany it. They fully snap to attention, however, when they hear the people's voices.

Scar makes a sound of discomfort as he snaps his neck back into place, "Oh void, gonna feel that in the mornin'," he mutters to himself. Skizz on the other hand lets out a whoop at the satisfying crack in his back, before immediately thrusting into bickering with Impulse.

"Dipple-Dop, you killed me!" Skizz exclaims, and Unnamed gets the feeling that they should cover their ears, like a child does when their parents fight. "ME-?! You're the one who used the monkey paw!" Impulse retorts. Skizz, "Well, you shouldn't have given it to me!" Impulse, "But you literally asked me for it!" Skizz, "Well, I wouldn't have if you didn't instigate me!" Impulse, "Oh, come on! You..."

Unnamed tunes them out and focuses on Scar and Grian, all thoughts having left their head out of pure shock, believing this must be some twisted fever dream. It makes sense, they think, they have been tasked with reviewing GIGS' reports for the past month after all.

In truth, the only reason Unnamed is here in the first place is because Skizz didn't read a form before signing it. With their previous check, GIGS received a form that was asking about sending someone to monitor and review their methods and see if they're fit to formally become employees. It was really just an effort to get to know something about these mysterious volunteers, though.

Skizz, however, just skimmed the part gushing about how much the company appreciates their hard work and the benefits of becoming real hires, not actually reading the part about the employee evaluation, assuming they were just going to get the rewards. He signed it and wrote down the GIGS Crew email address he created a minute ago, hence why Unnamed is now here. Yippie.

They tune into Grian and Scar's conversation as they vaguely register Impulse and Skizz's continued, albeit quieter, bickering in the background. Scar is griping about the crick in his neck, "Why do you guys always have to leave a guy in the most uncomfortable positions, huh?" Grian responds blunty with zero hesitation, "Because it's funny," he snorts.

Unnamed tunes them out too as their brain starts to reboot enough to process that they are supposed to be dead. Why are they not dead-?!

Grian notices Unnamed staring in the corner and clears his throat above everyone else's chatter, making a gesture towards them once he has their attention. Unnamed can feel their heart sink straight through the floor, and a metaphorical noose tighten around their neck.

He looks over at Scar and Skizz, "You two really couldn't wait to get back up, could you? Remember, we. have. COMPANY!" Grian punctuates each word in that statement with a clap.

The two sheepishly look over at Unnamed while Impulse looks mildly panicked. Scar and Impulse were cooking up some half-baked excuses, and Skizz is malfunctioning when Grian sighs and relents a bit, "Okay, we're really not being that subtle anyway, are we?"

Scar is spewing a ridiculous explanation in the background, "They uh, shocked us back to life while you weren't looking, yeah!" A whisper from Skizz shuts him up, "I'm no expert, but I don't think that's how that works, buddy." Scar deflates a bit, "But that's all I've got..." Skizz rubs a comforting hand on his back, "I know, dude, at least ya' tried."

Before Unnamed can get enough of a grip on themself and ask what in the hell is happening, the ride ends, simultaneously having taken an eternity and also been way too short.

Grian slips out of the driver seat and ushers them outside quickly, them now standing in front of the company's main building looking lost. "Wait!" Impulse stops Grian from driving off, "You forgot your employee evaluation sheet. It looks oddly blank..." Impulse trails off before snapping out of his stupor, "Sorry! Didn't mean to pry. I'm probably not meant to read that, huh?" He slips the report into Unnamed's hand when they don't take it on their own.

"Oh, and would you mind taking in our report for this job too?" Despite the lack of a response, Impulse slips the report into their hands anyway, "Thanks, pleasure working with you! Sorry for any disturbances we many of caused." Impulse calls out as he steps back into the vehicle, Grian driving away as soon as the door closes, as if driving away will solve all their problems.

Unnamed starts to mindlessly wander inside the building, robotically turning in the report and submitting their evaluation sheet for review, one to the standard job review department and one to HQ. 'It really is a bit blank, huh?' They think passively. They're not really there, still feeling like they're floating in nothingness, but it's the first coherent thought they've had regarding reality in a while, so they'll take anything at this point.

Before they know it, they've found their way into the overnight stay room. Most investigations occur at night, so they have two rooms with sectioned off areas, each area containing a twin bed and a nightstand. It would look uncannily like a hospital if the nightstands were metal instead of wood.

They look up at the clock in the room and distantly note that its 2:17 am. Barely acknowledging that, they ungracefully flop onto the nearest available bed and pass out unceremoniously, not even taking off their shoes. The last thing to cross their mind before drifting off into a dreamless sleep is absolute certainty that this must just be a really strange nightmare induced by lack of proper sleep, and with that, they are at peace.

Unnamed hazily blinks their eyes open the next morning to see a silhouette sitting on their bedside, vaguely recognizing them as their friend, Unidentified. They can't focus on that though, only signing in relief now that that disturbing dream was over, writing it off as nerves for the upcoming job with GIGS. They're probably completely normal people, if a bit unorthodox.

This illusion is quickly shattered, though, because as soon as Unnamed is conscious enough to listen, their friend speaks, "So, how was it?" Unidentified stares at them with clear excitement, bouncing up and down a bit where they sat.

Unnamed, still pitifully oblivious, tilts their head in confusion, "How was what?" It's Unidentified's turn to be confused, "What do you mean, 'How was what?' The job with GIGS, obviously!" Unidentified exclaims incredulously.

Unnamed's face slowly morphs into one of unbridled horror as they realize that that wasn't a dream.

The next thing they know, they've sat up, fully awake, getting up and brushing themself off. Unidentified quickly switches from excited to worried, "Unnamed, are you okay?"

Unnamed can barely recall how to string together the sounds they call language to reply, "Yeah, I uh... I just need to go report something to HQ." Before Unidentified can respond, Unnamed has rushed out the door, straightening out their attire so that they look at least somewhat presentable in front of the company's head.

They file a request for an immediate meeting with the higher-ups, stressing the importance of it. They add that it has to do with Team GIGS as an afterthought, hoping it'll peak their curiosity.

And so Unnamed sits there, standing in the lobby with pumping adrenaline as they come to terms with a stark truth:

The GIGS crew is not human.

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Bonuses!

POV GIGS Before:

"Look, Grian, I know you don't wanna leave the van, but this time you have to!" Impulse tries to reason, though he knows he's fighting a losing battle.

Grian refuses to relent, gaze boring into Impulse with several Eyes, "But whyyyy?!"

Impulse lets out an exhausted sigh, he's been at this for a while, "You know why, an inspector is going to be hunting with us this time, and they're human! We have to give them van duty or else they could die in the house. Like actually die."

Grian let's out an indignant whine, his wings puffing out in defiance, "And? There's gonna be five of us, can't we both just be in the van or something?"

"Grian, you and I both know that out of everyone here, except for maybe Gem, you get along with humans the least. You don't even try to be friendly!" Impulse counters. He can see Grian's resolve beginning to falter as he continues, "You don't wanna be stuck in the van with a 'strange mortal' the whole time, do you?" He uses air quotes, trying to speak Grian's language, and it's working.

Grian visibly deflates a little bit, crossing his arms and looking away as he bites out a bitter, "no." He's staring with only two eyes now, so that's progress Impulse thinks.

Skizz finally cuts in, not having wanted to get involved when Grian was still yelling, but will now that he's somewhat calm, "Listen buddy, it's not like you've never left the van before! You do it whenever Gemstone joins us, and sometimes when a bunch of us are dead!" Skizz chuckles a bit, "It's nothin' you haven't done before, G-Sharp."

Grian fully deflates this time, tension releasing from his body as looks at his feet and heaves a sigh of his own, "Fiiiine. The stupid human can have the vaaaan." He pouts, but it's the best they're going to get so they take it.

Impulse finally lets out a breath of relief, glad that he's avoided the possible murder of their inspector. Void, he really feels like a single mom sometimes.

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POV GIGS After:

Grian is most definitely driving faster than the speed limit allows, not that he particularly cares. That went horribly, the human saw Scar and Skizz revive themselves for Void's sake!

In truth, they were never really dead. They really just couldn't bend their death-related rules they set for a day, huh? He has the urge to bury his face in the steering wheel as he drives. "This is why I avoid mortals," he grumbles to himself.

When they arrive at their designated "ghost hunting lobby," as they call it, they all devolve into various states of stress.

Grian face-plants into sofa and screams into a throw pillow, Eyes forming and popping around his head like lava. Impulse is pacing around the room like a maniac, pointed tail swishing back and forth in distress. Scar sits on the armchair, fiddling with his cane and pushing a hand through his hair, his eyes practically stapled open, gazing into space. Skizz just kind of stands there, his tail also swishing in anxiety as he dreads the inevitable.

Scar finally shatters the silence, "Now, I don't wanna point fingers, but," he points at Skizz, "kinda your fault, Skizz." There it is, there's what Skizz was dreading.

He tries to defend himself anyways, "Alright listen, I know that most of this is my fault for signing that dumb form, but you can't deny that we all messed up at least a little bit."

Impulse stops pacing at that. Grian doesn't move from his misery on the sofa, not reacting at all.

"I- yeah, Skizz is right. We all kind of screwed up. I think our main problem was how casually we acknowledged death. It's surprisingly easy to forget that humans don't view life as a game..." Impulse rubs the back of his neck, guilty.

Skizz still looks apologetic though, "Yeah, just know I'm really sorry about that. Maybe don't put me on mail duty anymore."

Scar stands up, his skin having taken on a blue blue sheen, his edges a little sharper, and small translucent wings behind him. "It's okay man, I probably would have done the same thing," he picks up a Jellie that's winding in between his legs, "plus we both kinda revived while Unnamed was right there, so you can't take all the blame for that."

"Thanks dude, that means a lot." Skizz slings an arm over Scar's shoulder.

Grian finally sits up, "So what happens now?" All heads turn to him, their stares questioning.

Eyes have never bothered Grian, since he has more of them, so he stands up fully and elaborates, "Well, within the next few days, the company is gonna know we're not human. What exactly do we do now?" A contemplating pause followed by a sad voice, "Do we... have to quit ghost hunting?"

The room goes deathly quiet. They... didn't think about that. Even Skizz and Scar look crestfallen. It's Impulse who pipes up, "No, we don't." he says surprisingly self-assured, all eyes now on him.

Impulse continues on, "I mean, Skizz and I just kinda showed up one day and they couldn't get rid of us, them knowing what we are isn't gonna change that. How exactly would they stop us?" The crew looks a little less depressed at that.

"Plus," Impulse looks hesitant for a moment, "Unnamed's reaction to death reminded me of how fragile human life really is, so even if we're only doing this for fun," he looks to each of them, "it makes me feel like we're protecting them, even if just by taking the lethal jobs."

Skizz perks up at the notion, and Scar breaks out into a grin, waltzing over to Impulse and slinging an arm over his shoulder. Jellie wanders off to go paw at Grian, who's sat back down, still squeezing that throw pillow.

Scar has regained his aura of grandeur, as he joins Impulse in cheering them up, "Yeah, I like that! We're helping by dying where they can't!" He looks very excited at the thought.

It's Skizz's turn to join the building huddle, an arm finding it's way on Impulse's other shoulder. "Oh yeah! Good guy Skizzleman, saving mortals from the horrors of death!" He pumps a fist in the air.

Grian gets up, Jellie trailing behind, and reluctantly joins the hug, arms around Scar and Skizz and his wings around all of them. "I don't care what happens to those humans, but whatever," grian mumbles. Impulse just smiles fondly at him, because despite how he pretends not to, Impulse can see just how much Grian truly cares. He doesn't have to understand mortals to care for them.

The soft moment is interrupted by a ding from Skizz's phone. They untangle their arms as Skizz checks what it is.

He perks up excitedly, "Oh, it's our report's review for the job!" He chuckles a bit, "If one good thing came out of signing that form, it's that we now get almost instant results!"

He clicks on the email, eager to see if they guessed right. Spoiler, they did not.

"What-?!" His face contorts to one of disbelief, "A Mare-?! How?" Grian shoots up at Skizz's outburst, clearly upset.

"What-?! Yeah how-?! That thing wasn't turning off any lights!" He squawks indignantly, a few Eyes floating over Skizz's shoulder to read it himself.

Scar looks wholly unaffected, "Eh, I don't really know how we got Onryo in the first place, I was too busy being dead."

Impulse seems to slowly come to a conclusion, "Well, if you think about it, we weren't really turning the lights on to begin with," his voice picks up a bit, "We were putting so many candles out for the Onryo test, that—"

Skizz finishes, "We stopped turning on the breaker 'cause the candlelight was enough!"

None of them have to turn around to see Grian facepalming, the scream of frustration enough for them to paint that picture themselves, "I hate this game!"

Grian isn't done with his rampage, "But wait, doesn't Mare also need spirit box?" He looks to Impulse for confirmation, and continues once he gets a nod, "But I did spirit box so well though! I had great coverage."

Impulse puts up a hand placatingly, "Yeah, I agree, you did spirit box pretty good, but we were on Nightmare, so spirit box probably just probably wasn't one of the two random evidence."

Grian crosses his arms, "Or maybe it's because someone," he casts a glare at Impulse, though he means nothing malicious by it, "just had to prestige, leaving us with shoddy level 1 equipment." He sighs however, "But you're probably right. We didn't really look that hard for Ghost Writing, did we?"

He wanders off to grumble to himself a little longer, and they all laugh at Grian's pity-party. They end up sitting on sofa together for a while, just chatting about things they couldn't talk about while Unnamed was there.

Impulse is telling a story from Hermitcraft earlier that day, but he stops when Gem comes up in it, paling, "Oh Void..."

Impulse's face unravels into one of dread, a realization forming, "Gem's gonna smack us all upside the head for this." Oh. Oh no. They all shudder in unison. They're screwed.

~•~

Thanks for reading my little self-indulgent AU-idea turned into a fic!

This was originally meant to just be an AU idea, but I blinked and I'd written a whole fic, so yeah.

I think I'll edit this a bit and post it on Ao3 too of that interests anyone.

Feel free to use the idea however you want, just tag me, I wanna see what you do :)

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 3 months

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Embrace cringe. Accept that there is fun to be had in it. Write the most out of character cracked up bullshit known to man and laugh yourself silly while doing so. Life is far too short to be worrying about things like “this character wouldn’t say that”

#Just my opinion #i think people get too pressed about fanfiction sometimes and that’s kinda depressing #I miss the days of FF.Net where there was just an absolutely fuck ton of crack fic #That. That was peak fanfiction.#“It’s cringe to write a My Little Pony au”#Dahleighlah it was cringe to write FanFiction at all 10 years ago #ghost speaks #Opinion

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mysteriesmuse · 9 months

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Last night you’d gone out drinking with your best friend Fuyumi. She’d gotten a long holiday weekend and immediately begged you to come over to the Todoroki mansion so you could doll up for a girls night on the town together. Naturally, you dropped everything and scrambled over there with your makeup bag and outfit — because girls night with your bestie comes before everything else. And you’d showed up in record time and been greeted at the door by the baby brother Shoto himself. He’d waved you in without the same practiced ceremony that Natsuo had accrued. Shoto was still a little unpracticed of the normal comings and goings of the household. And instead of the normal shouting for Fuyumi that Natsuo did; Shoto preferred choosing to chirp a friendly hello with that young teenage heartthrob smile and shut the door behind you before pointing you in Fuyumi’s direction. To which you found her already curling her lashes at the vanity. Yelling to her brothers that they were in charge of dinner — to which the whole house filled with groans as you giggled and embraced her by the door. “It’s been too long since we’ve hung out outside of work!!” She squealed, holding you tight. you choked on air in her surprisingly tight grip and then got to work doing each others hair and makeup — only to be smudged all over your face and forearm this morning as you fended off a massively pounding headache. you awoke, sliding off the Todoroki family couch in the living room and tripping over the pair of stilettos that you must have managed to toe-off and set up neatly on the floor. And you wiggled your way to the bathroom door — shimmering black outfit still tightly clutched to your body, and even more so by having a chance to dry against your figure. You sat down and shimmied the skinny fabric up your plush thighs and sat down taking care of the piss that woke you up.

And in your hangover haze you must have missed the sight coming in because there was no toilet paper in here. You whined, your bruised toes cold against the tile of the bathroom floor — you stomped your equally bruised heels — and like a toddler shouted for Fuyumi to grab you more toilet paper. You huffed tapping your fingers against your knees until only a few minutes later the door creaked open and a large hand brandished a fresh roll of toilet paper. “Here ya’ go.” Called the voice of decidedly not Fuyumi. you studied the hand: the black wrinkles like one of those naked cats with no fur. Completely unfamiliar! “uh thank you,” you replied. Carefully grabbing the toilet paper by the top like a donut from the stranger. And just like that the door was swiftly closed shut again. A few minutes later with the flushing and draining of the pipes behind you, you walked out to see Fuyumi looking an equal amount of terrible — toilet paper in hand. “Ew girl,” she whined, “I was on my way. It took me a second to get out of bed.” You watched as she slouched even more with her messy layered white hair. The toilet paper dangling by her side. You waved your hands, “No! I didn’t not wipe. Someone else got me toilet paper . . .” Fuyumi noticed you trail off as you tapped a manicured finger against your slightly chapped lips streaked in a cakey, craggily layer of lipstick. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed hitting herself in the forehead with the hand still holding the roll of toilet paper. Whirling around she stomped back down the hallway a whirlwind of sibling fury. “Touya! You can’t just go helping my girlfriends by offering them toliet paper! Don’t you know that’s rude? Even in our house!”

Some more sibling shouts and another appearance of Fuyuming up the stairs led you into the kitchen where you got to see the rest of the man who got you toilet paper from the bathroom. He stood leaning against the fridge with a bowl of cereal in hand the spoon hanging partway out of his mouth. You waved a hand as his peeked brows, slipping over the the counter to grab a glass from the cabinets so you could water down this hangover. Your headache was too pounding and you were too tired to deal with this. You filled the glass quickly and you two gulped and munched in silence as Natsuo was woken up in Fuyumi’s raid. As soon as the steps turned back down the stairs this other housemate, brother you assumed, took off out the back with a wink. You glanced at Fuyumi who’d clenched her fist to her side and in an exasperated sigh said, “that’s my older brother, Touya. He’s a recovering convict,” she turned to face out the back garden door where he stood caught in his sneaky escape. She glared daggers at him through the glass pane, “ so he’s back home again now — but that’s no reason for him to be opening doors while you’ve got your panties down.” She turned back to you, “that’s no excuse, but — he’s still working on his social skills.” You shrugged, seeing the white haired and pierced male sneaking around the back garden of rose bushes. “He wasn’t so bad. Didn’t sneak a peak in the mirror — just a little odd that he answered my call.” You hummed tilting your head to the side. Fuyumi pinched the bridge of her nose, chest and forearms completely slouched on the kitchen island, muttering incoherently.

#mysteriesmusing #touya todoroki #touya x reader #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #This is honestly slightly a well written crack-fic #but I kinda love this whole thing!!#And Fuyumi is muttering about how her big brother is NOT allowed to make moves on her best friends #hes obvi going to anyway 🤣

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zaphiyy207 · 7 months

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Cats and Ice Cream shenanigans

Includes Kirby trying to rip Meta Knight's mask off and Meta Knight pushing Kirby away while they screamed bloody murder. Yup, that's the scene.

and also Bandana having to deal with them(there's Dedede but my energy poofed before I could draw him. Excuses. Because I have no clue how to draw him in that one scene)

these are all from a one shot i posted

You can read it here ^^

#kirby #meta knight #bandana waddle dee #kirby return to dreamland #hoshi no kirby #hoshi no kaabii #kirby of the stars #bandee #crack #its all crack #ah and kirby and meta knight kinda have sibling relationship here #with reasons #bandana kinda centric fic #and dedede is the mom #bandana is the middle child #kirby is the youngest #and meta knight is the eldest #it make sense if you read the ff

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thelibrarian1895 · 8 days

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Bat bio donors

So Catherine Todd, unfortunately, wasn't Jason's bio mom, even if she was his mom in every other way that matters. Embezzler, child trafficker, and Joker associate Shelia Haywood was his biological mother...probably.

There was no DNA test so I remain unconvinced.

That being said, I see no acceptable evidence that Willis Todd was Jason's bio father. (And if there is, shhh, don't care)

Yes Bruce could be his bio dad but boring, be more creative!

For example, someone else who's based in Gotham, who might have a fling and not follow up on it for very whatever reason, and who might be the namesake of our favorite gun wielding bat: Jason Bood. Yes Shelia, if she is the mother, may have put Willis on the birth certificate, but there's nothing to say that she didn't have an evening with a man with a charming accent, considerable experience, and a rather two faced nature.

Or perhaps someone who is a tiny bit less volatile such as David Cain.

Or honestly there's enough weirdness in Gotham that Jason's other bio donor was Nocturna, the woman who would later want to adopt him while he was Robin and she was, in fact, though she didn't know it, trying to get her own bio child.

Furthermore, Bruce as Tim Drake's bio donor, yes, good, understandable, likely even.

However, there are other options, for example:

Janet spends a great deal of time going around the world and with various artifacts, some of these artifacts could be magical in nature. That magic may have various effects on the average person and one of the more popular things that people in ancient times sought revolved around fertility control, to improve or prevent. Janet might trip over more than a few artifacts designed to improve fertility, let's say even to the point that some who might not normally be able to sire children might in fact be capable of doing so with Janet while she's still under the influence of such magic, such as:

Lady Shiva who admires Janet's ability to handle both a growing business and her academic pursuits.

Ra's Al Ghul who came by for an artifact and had a fling with the lady who found it mostly because why not? Yes if Tim ever found out, or Ra's ever found out, it would result in considerable mental distress, but it could also be hilarious. Flip a coin to decide if this would make Talia want Tim dead more or less than she already does.

Some ancient god who's essentially mortal at this point and has been clinging to existence by the thinnest thread and really the only reason their name is known at this point is because it was in a letter about very bad copper. Tim receives no benefits from this parent except above average endurance and healing which is how he's survived. He's also as stubborn as the nameless god that's hung on for four thousand or so years.

Gotham itself is Tim's bio donor and this is why tiny baby stalker Tim didn't die a thousand times over while he was taking pictures, Gotham was looking out for their son.

Then there's Cassandra, "one who is all" who may or may not be Shiva's daughter.

Honestly for Shiva and for Talia, given the danger they put themselves in and the stress that pregnancy can do to a body, plus the necessary time to heal properly afterwards, the canon where Damian is grown in a tube makes sense and I wouldn't be surprised if Shiva took a page from Talia's book.

Shiva as the mother of "one who is all" can make sense. The other bio donor, well, let's look at other options.

Slade perhaps? He's had quite a few remarkable children, and can handle none of them, but that wouldn't stop him from being a candidate.

If you're a fan of wuxia novels, look for some ancient cultivator that Shiva sought out for training perhaps and on that strength Cassandra can pick up cultivation and become that much more awesome, maybe even teach it to her brothers.

Sect Leader Cass o((>ω< ))o

Dick's bio parents were freakin' awesome so jumping over him and also leaving Duke's parentage alone though more distant ancestors for either of them, such as great-great grandmothers or grandfathers might be interesting. Dick has a Talon in the family tree but who else might be hanging around in there?

For example, Santa is real in the dc universe. Tim and his team could have witnessed the death of Dick's maternal great-great-great-great grandpa.

As for Duke, if his family has been in Gotham for longer than a generation, there've got to be some serious weirdos in his bloodline, maybe a lesser known Talon or Queen Mab.

Damian not being the son of Bruce and Talia would be a serious blow to the kid and not worth it. Giving him blood siblings is more fun. He already has a problem learning to share his dad with his adopted siblings, sharing with blood siblings would be good for him.

Stephanie? An additional dad option would probably give her some sort of mental crisis since she originally based her vigilante career on defeating her deadbeat, second rate rogue father. It would be interesting and honestly a little hilarious though if her mother had a fling with Oliver Queen.

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