#but i keep staring at the sprites and idk if i want to

[unendingphantasm]

i have hit a roadblock with kyoko

#this post reads really funnily. im like those fictional wife wifeguy #anyways. #this is about the 3d model #up until this point i have been using art from the games as reference #mainly because i didn't feel like drawing any reference/doing any planning #but its starting to bite me in the ass!! #i'm very indecisive with certain parts #especially the hair #which is where i'm at currently #but other things keep bothering me #like the style? #i initially wanted the model to resemble the sprites #but i keep staring at the sprites and idk if i want to #so now i'm thinking of doing it in a different style #but now i can't visualise/imagine what to do next #and the thought of having to draw several references #sounds bothersome #so thats the roadblock #i think i'll do something smaller and get back to her #aghh... my cycle #spend time on one thing -> vision gets too ambitious -> do something else new -> vision gets too ambitious -> do something el #orz

[littlejuicebox]

Midwinter Carol 3 / The Carriage

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Female Elf Sorceress OC

Word Count: 2.9K

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Summary/Setting: Based on the prologue/premise from my OneShot "A Midwinter Carol."

Astarion and the OC broke up after his ascension. She left Baldur's Gate for fifteen years, only to return just recently. Following the events of "A Midwinter Carol," Ascended Astarion has been convinced to pursue a new beginning. Will he be able to change who he has become, with the help of his ex-lover? Or will he ultimately fall victim to his pride and desire for power?

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“Astarion… why did you reach out, after all this time?” She asks, dropping her gaze to her hands, which have been neatly folded in her lap. “What do you mean?” The Vampire Lord responds, feigning ignorance as he steals a moment to prepare himself for the conversation he knows they are about to have. He turns his head to stare out the window, hoping to give himself the illusion of further distance from Eirianwen. Her close proximity was unnerving.  “You know what I mean, Astarion. I tried to contact you via the sending stones. For years. You never responded.” Her tone is tight as she tries to contain the indignation and hurt. Fifteen years apart, and the fact that he hadn’t communicated with her once, despite her efforts, still stung. It had been a gaping wound in her heart that had never fully healed.  Eirianwen had asked to meet with the Ascendant at the Elfsong, a few weeks after their relationship ended. He had been under the impression it was to reconcile, and that she had changed her mind about his offer. Instead, she had given him the sending stone and expressed her desire to remain friends. The suggestion of being merely Eirianwen’s friend had nearly made Astarion retch on the spot. 

Warnings: This will be 18+ / in game spoilers / OOC Ascended Astarion because it follows my epilogue / Eventual Smut and maybe Gore / Angst, trauma, fluff

A/N: IDK guys I'm on a role with the fics this weekend and obsessed with this concept so... here's another one! If you want to be added to the taglist for this series, please leave a comment clearly stating that so I can keep track!

It had been a strange week. Returning to Baldur’s Gate proved more emotionally exhausting than Eirianwen had anticipated. 

Perhaps she should have said no to Astarion’s invitation; part of her worries accompanying him may be a mistake. She felt as if sprites were flying around in her stomach.

In retrospect, the sorceress should have been more hesitant and asked more questions, but his sudden, unexpected appearance had completely disarmed her. Did he consider this a date? Or was it simply an invitation between two old friends? She truly couldn’t be certain.

But, perhaps she was needlessly concerned, and everything would turn out fine. Anyway, the elven woman had to find a way to talk to Astarion about some delicate matters; it had been the main reason she’d returned to Baldur’s Gate after all this time. 

A single dance at the Midwinter Gala would not have been the appropriate setting for the conversation. At the time, Eirianwen feared Astarion would scorch everything and everyone around them in a rage if she’d done anything but allow him the dance. The barely concealed fury in his eyes as he cut in between her and Wyll on the ballroom floor had caused her stomach to churn with anxiety. 

Perhaps the sprites had made a home in her stomach after that interaction. The feeling returned every time she laid eyes on the Vampire Lord.

Since the gala, the sorceress had been fixated on speaking to Astarion again. She spent several hours a day desperately trying to form a plan; more than one letter had been drafted, ripped to shreds, and tossed. Eirianwen was embarrassed to admit that she, the elusive hero of Baldur’s Gate, had been too much of a coward to show up and face him at his own palace, where she had ended their relationship fifteen years ago.

But then the Vampire Lord did the hardest part and called upon her, to her astonishment.

Accepting the invitation seemed, at the very least, a good opportunity to extend an olive branch to the Ascendant. She hoped to mend their friendship before delivering any shocking news, mostly to avoid the worst of his rage. 

The way he spoke to her when they broke up still caused a pang in her heart. She shakes away the memory, instead choosing to reflect on the events of this week.

When Eirianwen met Wyll for lunch the same day as Astarion’s unplanned visit, she’d informed the Duke about the Vampire Ascendant’s invitation. The conversation had not gone well. Thinking about it now, as she waits beside the Duke for the Ascendant’s carriage to arrive, makes the woman’s palms sweat. There are those sprites again. 

“Wyll… why didn’t you tell me about the benefit auction this weekend?”

“I meant to bring it up at lunch today, Eirianwen. Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me?”

“Oh… I’m sorry, Wyll. Astarion came to call on me just earlier today and–” 

Wyll stiffened, and his face evolved from its typical relaxed, amiable manner into a hardened visage she hardly recognized. She had been quick to try and soothe the Duke, unwilling to cause a rift between them. He had been an exceedingly gracious host, and she was more thankful for his warm welcome than words could express.

“He didn’t access the grounds! Your guards are most excellent, they didn’t allow him entry!” She hastily explained, conveniently leaving out her attempts at convincing them otherwise, and Astarion’s attempt to sneak in through the rear of the property, “But I happened to be outside and, well, he invited me. And I’ve already said yes. It’s for a good cause, after all, and I didn’t know you were planning on attending since you hadn’t mentioned it.”

His face dropped into a look she did not quite understand. He sighed and shook his head before murmuring, “Are you sure that’s wise? Ani, I–”

She bristled at the nickname, which only one person had ever been allowed to call her. Her tone was clipped when she quickly interjected, “Please don’t call me that, Wyll.”

The Duke snapped his mouth shut and sighed again before returning his attention to his meal. His jaw stayed clenched between bites of food.

The rest of lunch passed in uncomfortable silence. 

Umber meows beside Eirianwen and she shoos away her thoughts, bending down to place a gentle pat on the cat’s head.

Wyll glances at his pocket watch and then turns to the elven woman, “Eirianwen, he’s late. Are you certain he’s coming? I would be more than happy to–”

Speak of the devil. The Duke and the sorceress simultaneously spot Astarion’s carriage coming around the corner. Wyll’s mouth seals into a thin line as the offer he was about to make dies upon his lips. 

Two obsidian draft horses come to a halt in front of Eirianwen; the footman quickly drops down and opens the chariot door. Astarion emerges from the confines of the vehicle with an arrogant eyebrow raised and a small, self-satisfied smirk on his lips. He’s wearing another one of his ostentatious, heavily embroidered jackets; this one is black velvet with golden dragons breathing fire along the lapel. 

He knows he looks good. 

As the Vampire Lord descends from the carriage, his eyes gloss over Wyll with apathy and then settle on Eirianwen. 

“You look wonderful, Ani.” Astarion murmurs as his scarlet eyes take in the deep navy blue of her trumpet-silhouette evening gown.

Wyll’s head snaps to the sorceress as he notices, with displeasure, that she does not admonish the Vampire Lord for calling her the very nickname he’d been forbidden to use. A muscle twitches in the Duke’s jaw as he observes this reunion.

“Good to see you again, Astarion.” Eirianwen greets with a nod as she brings an anxious hand up to play with her necklace. The tension between the two men was so overwhelmingly thick that it could have been cut with her old sussur dagger; her stomach is fluttering again.

The Vampire Lord is distracted by the action, and his eyes immediately flit to her neck, where he cannot help but to notice the small pin prick scars that remain from… before. He instinctively shifts his eyes away.

“That’s a beautiful necklace, it goes well with the dress.” The pale elf compliments mechanically, looking past the woman’s shoulder as he quickly tries to smooth over his brief moment of awkwardness. He’s certain both Eirianwen and Wyll noticed as he faltered, distracted by those little fang scars. Astarion is painfully aware that his carefully crafted, cool, and collected persona slips further and further from reach every time he interacts with the sorceress. 

It is at moments like this, when his mask fumbles and his charisma wanes, where he still feels like the tragic, weak spawn version of himself.

Astarion had immediately recognized Eirianwen’s necklace to be the work of her family, the Ar’Tel’Tavas jewelers based in Silverymoon. Over the years, the Ascendant commissioned more than one piece from the family, under a pseudonym. It had been the only piece of Ani with him all this time.

The Lord was quite aware the family’s funds supported their daughter on her little adventures. Eirianwen may not have been a noble, but she had been a child of privilege. She was allowed to do as she pleased and flit around all of Faerun because her parents ensured she would be provided for. He was not ignorant of that fact. 

Astarion had reasoned long ago that if he could not have her, then he would at least make sure she was provided for. His purchases ensured she had access to more than enough funds for her savior act. He’d owed her at least that… after everything.

The Vampire Lord, despite his pride, had always been aware it was Ani’s planning and command of their group that ultimately put him where he now was. In another lifetime, he would still be under Cazador or dead without her interference. He was loath to admit he certainly wouldn’t be the Ascendant without her help.

Some days he hated her for it; most days, he accepted the gift for the double-edged sword it was.

The Vampire Lord’s left hand fiddles restlessly with the gold ring on his right pinky; it was one of a few dozen commissions designed by Ani’s parents, and the only one he wore on a daily basis. The signet is a snowflake, backed by a cool blue enamel. 

The pad of Astarion’s index finger rubs against the lifted texture of the ring as he forces himself to acknowledge Wyll. The Ascendant nods tersely but does not perform the customary bow. He would never submit to Wyll, even as the best version of himself. 

The pale elf simply greets the human man with a cold, “Duke Ravengard.” 

Wyll nods back, but no other pleasantries are exchanged between the two men.

“We should head out; we are going to be late.” Wyll murmurs in general, though he has his eyes trained on the sorceress. 

Eirianwen glances at Wyll and nods before she makes her way toward Astarion’s carriage. Before the Vampire Lord can offer to help his ex-lover inside, Wyll extends his hand to Eirianwen and ushers her into the other man’s caravan. The pale elf bristles at the slight, fist clenching into a ball as he locks hardened eyes with the Duke. 

Umber hops in the carriage after the sorceress, and at first Astarion thinks to protest, but quickly censors himself, knowing better than to press Eirianwen about her pets. He briefly recalls she hadn’t allowed him to touch her for a week when he’d refused to let Scratch sleep in the bed with them. 

The familiar sprawls itself out on the seat opposite Eirianwen and then turns its head expectantly to Astarion, as if waiting for him to enter the carriage.

“We’ll see you there, Wyll.” The elf hisses cooly, his arrogant eyebrow raised in a silent challenge.

Wyll brushes past the Vampire Lord with no acknowledgement.

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Two ghosts sit side by side, both staring at the cat lounged on the other side of the vehicle. Several moments of silence pass. The ex-lovers shared a carriage for only one event prior to this, when they had attended Wyll’s coronation as a couple all those years ago. 

The sorceress had cast an arcane lock on the door to prevent the footman from opening it, and Astarion had barked an order at the driver to simply leave the carriage in the driveway. By the time the caravan had been parked in front of the palace, Eirianwen had already fallen apart twice under the Ascendant’s expert ministrations. 

It had been the first time he’d been able to be inside her without the usual feelings of disgust and the desire to pull back. They’d broken up not more than a few months after.

Once again, it is the elven woman that breaks the heavy silence.

“Astarion… why did you reach out, after all this time?” She asks, dropping her gaze to her hands, which have been neatly folded in her lap.

“What do you mean?” The Vampire Lord responds, feigning ignorance as he steals a moment to prepare himself for the conversation. He turns his head to stare out the window, hoping to give himself the illusion of further distance from Eirianwen. Her close proximity was unnerving. 

“You know what I mean, Astarion. I tried to contact you via the sending stones. For years. You never responded.” Her tone is tight as she tries to contain the indignation and hurt. Fifteen years apart, and the fact that he hadn’t communicated with her once, despite her efforts, still stung. It had been a gaping wound in her heart that had never fully healed. 

Eirianwen had asked to meet with the Ascendant at the Elfsong, a few weeks after their relationship ended. He had been under the impression it was to reconcile, and that she had changed her mind about his offer. Instead, she had given him the sending stone and expressed her desire to remain friends. The suggestion of being merely Eirianwen’s friend had nearly made Astarion retch on the spot. 

So it was true, the Vampire Lord never responded; in his pride and delusions of grandeur, he could never bring himself to reply to the woman that had abandoned him. She had broken his heart and destroyed his ego when she refused his offers and then ran from the city, far away from him. Could she really blame him? 

Every message reminded Astarion of the pain she’d inflicted on his heart, which he’d tried so desperately to forget. He’d refused to admit that a simple sorceress had caused the most powerful vampire in Faerun nearly two decades of hurt and anguish.

He never responded, but he had every message, and the sound of her voice, committed to memory. Astarion’s eyes glaze over as the recollections flood him.

The first message arrived a few weeks after she left the city.

“Hi Star. Made it to Halsin’s. The Shadowlands look different. It’s beautiful. Come see what we did, your imagination won’t do it justice.”

That had felt like a stake to the heart. At the time, he was certain Eirianwen had been intentionally trying to goad him, since the first person she ran to after their relationship ended had been her other lover. 

Then, three months later, another message.

“Hi Star. We are building a school for the kids. We could use your vampiric strength, if you’re willing to lend a hand.”

No. Absolutely not. He refused to show up and watch Halsin and Eirianwen as the picture of happiness and domesticity. If she wanted to move on, so be it; he did not have to witness it or pretend to be happy for her. 

Followed by another message, about six months later.

“Hi Star. Shadowheart and Lae’zel are getting married at the end of this month. They asked me to invite you.”

Again, absolutely not, he knew that Shadowheart was Eirianwen’s best friend, and suspected the cleric loathed him deeply. Better he spares them both from the charade.

Another message, approximately one year later.

“Hi Astarion. I’m off to explore the wilds again. Let me know if you’re interested in pursuing another adventure, for old times' sake.”

The offer had been tempting, but he’d been on the brink of gaining monopoly over the shipping industry. Stepping away would have been disastrous to all his efforts, and he had spent several years here building a life without her. The fact that she expected him to drop everything for her after all this time was ridiculous. 

Then, her final message, roughly one year after the last.

“Scratch died today. I know you loved him, even though you pretended you didn’t. This will be my last message, Astarion. Hope you’re well.”

Shortly after that, the magical glow from the sending stone disappeared. Ani had smashed her half of the set. That had been the only time the Vampire Ascendant had allowed himself to shed any tears over the broken bond between them. After that, his heart had callused over entirely, and he vowed to never let anyone else in again.

A rough bump in the road causes the wagon to jolt, knocking the sorceress into the Ascendant. Eirianwen instinctively grips onto his arm to steady herself, forcing Astarion from his daydream. He flinches in surprise at the sudden contact, and she whispers an apology before shifting away.

Umber is staring at Astarion. He’s convinced the cat is judging him.

“What do you want me to say?” The pale elf murmurs, his tone dejected. 

“The truth.” She responds quietly, reaching forward to pet Umber, in an effort to distract herself. The cat purrs in delight and closes its green eyes. 

“Ani, surely you must know that when you left…” The Vampire Lord starts, looking down at his hands where he’s fidgeting with the signet ring once more.

‘I was heartbroken.’

“It wasn’t easy for me.” He finishes, forcing the words out in another tight tone. The effort to spit out the truth hurt his jaw; that was the most vulnerability he could allow himself.

Eirianwen sighs. Umber’s purrs fill the silence, and both the elves sit in the fog of their thoughts and the uncomfortable air of unspoken conversations. The woman sits back up and turns to face the Vampire Lord, furrowing her brow slightly. 

Astarion forces himself to meet her eyes. He suddenly realizes how close the sorceress is in the confines of the carriage, and the proximity causes his heart to pound within his chest. He cannot bring himself to speak, so he simply focuses on her eyes. They are soft and round with something akin to concern, and the final flares of sunlight are captured in the iris. 

Her eyes look like home. 

The elves are staring at one another. The air inside the carriage has grown so thick with tension. Astarion can hardly bring himself to breathe, and Eirianwin feels the metaphorical sprites fluttering in her stomach. Neither of them realize the carriage has stopped.

“Astarion I–” The sorceress begins, but she startles and the words die on her lips as the door to the caravan rips open, revealing an irritated Wyll standing at the foot of the stairs with an exuberant Jaheira. 

The druid is beaming, muscular arms folded across her chest. Her eyebrow is raised in entertainment. When Jaheira speaks, her tone is warm and filled to the brim with delight, “I never thought I would live to see the day when you two chose to grace the Remembrance Society with your presence. Welcome, oh holy saviors of Baldur’s Gate!” 

Eirianwen practically flies out of the carriage, squealing ecstatically as she envelops the older woman in a crushing hug. Umber is quick to follow the sorceress. A flurried exchange of greetings ensues, and then the two women walk off without more than a glance back at the Duke and the Ascendant.

Jaheira guides the sorceress up the steps of the venue as they begin updating one another about their lives.

Wyll and Astarion are all but forgotten, left side by side. The two men barely glance at one another before following after the women without a word.

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[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries

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pairings: josh kiszka x reader

tags: fluff, friends to lovers in a mild way, making out, drinking, autumnal vibes, josh is cute, idk people

word count: 5.3k

summary: a bonfire night w the kiszka twins, except you’ve had a crush on josh for god knows how long

notes: i imagine josh in this fic exactly like the above photo 🫶🏼 sweet bonfire boy.

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“Thought I may find you here,” you yelled.

He looked up from the beer he had just popped, and his face turned quickly from one of focus to one of pleasant surprise.

“Hey!” Josh beamed and pulled you into a hug before you had time to protest. He seemed to be a few beers deep from the subtle smell of alcohol and the slight glaze in his eyes.You nuzzled into his grey and black hoodie a bit, already smelling the bonfire on him.

“You have a drink?” He looked to your empty hands, answering his own question, “Let me get you one,” he patted your forearm gently. “Whatdya want? Beer, liquor? Wine cooler?”

“Um—“ you started.

“I want you to know if you say wine cooler, I’ll get ya one, but it’ll come with a heavy dose of judgment,”

You grinned at him and his teasing. Your cheeks were flushing already; you couldn’t help it. You were just like this around him, despite your best efforts not to be.

“Liquor,” you answered, “Vodka and sprite is fine,”

“Berry’s getting wild tonight, huh?” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance.

“Something like that,” you chuckled, taking the drink from him.

Berry. You could never get over how the nickname sounded in his mouth, no matter how many times you’d heard it.

One year in high school, you’d planted a bunch of strawberry plants in your backyard at home, resulting in an abundance of strawberries by early July. You brought the Kiszkas fresh strawberries just about every week until the season ended. Somewhere along the way, Josh and Jake had given you the name, and it stuck.

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard it again this summer. The guys had been home from tour for about a month now, so you’d been in and out. But seeing Josh each and every time was dizzying, this was no different.

“Oh, wait,” his voice pulled you out of your stream of consciousness.

He leaned forward and stuck his finger into the cup, then swirled it around. You gave a small laugh in disbelief. He pulled the finger out and licked it clean, something you had to try and not stare at, with his lips pink and glossy.

He smiled, “Had to stir it.”

You nodded, trying to keep it together.

“Where’s your brother?” You shouted over the music. He raised a brow and leaned into you to hear you, his head suddenly close to your body. You repeated the question and he nodded.

“Backyard, I think,” he answered, still close to you.

You gave him a final nod and then tried to decide the least awkward way to make an exit.

Before you could say something to the effect of ‘I’ll see you around,’ Josh spoke.

“I’ll help ya find him, come on “

Then, he was grabbing your hand to lead you. Your stomach dropped at the feeling of his warm palm against yours.

He tugged you along, weaving through the small crowd of people in his living room, before you made your way to the deck.

When you walked down the stairs of the wooden deck, there was a bonfire pit with hay bale seats circling it.

Hay bales.

Jake had assured you during your visit last week that they were purely seasonal, with it being late September and all, and that they weren’t that Michigander to have the bales out year round. If you hadn’t seen the regular lawn chairs out the rest of the year, you wouldn’t have believed it.

Currently, the bales were half-filled with random friends-of-friends, and one Jake, complete with an acoustic guitar.

He smiled at you once the bonfire illuminated your face in the dark.

“Berry!” He cheered, standing up from his spot and walking toward you for a greeting hug, causing Josh to drop your hand.

You laughed at Jake’s already drunken self.

“Hey, Jakey,” you patted his back a couple times as he hugged you almost too tight. When he pulled back, he grabbed the sides of your head and gave an obnoxiously loud kiss to your forehead.

“Ugh,” you wiped the spit off your face as he grinned at his work, “Thanks.”

“No problem at all,” he turned back to sit down in his seat, picking back up the guitar. Jake’s flannel shirt hung open, just one button done at the bottom; you’d expect nothing else. He wore his favorite blue jeans—he wore them so much they nearly started becoming a comfort item to you too.

“Well,” Josh rubbed his palms on the tops of his thighs awkwardly, watching you take a place next to Jake on the bales, “I suppose I’d better go make some rounds,” he thumbed to the house, “make sure no one’s breaking mom’s decor,”

You took a half second to decide whether you should protest his departure, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You gave a soft smile and a nod, with a high-pitched, “Okay”

He nodded back, turning on his heels to head inside.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” Jake was giggling, shoving his elbow into your side, “Okay,” he mocked you.

You rolled your eyes and kicked over his beer that was sitting near your foot.

“Hey!” He furrowed his brow, leaning down to save the beer.

“Serves you right,” you taunted.

Jake put the bottle to his lips and threw back the rest of the drink, tossing the empty bottle into the fire. He chuckled to himself at that.

“Just get it over with and make out with him already. I’m sure he’d make out with you back. He’s really lame, he doesn’t get any action otherwise,” Jake mused, starting to pluck at the acoustic.

“Ohshutup,” You breathed, cheeks flushing at the suggestion.

Jake shrugged, “What do ya wanna hear, Berry?”

“Mm,” you took a long sip of your drink, “Surprise me,”

He rolled his eyes, “You always say that, you’re so boring,”

“Cause you always play what you want anyways. Just pick something,”

He laughed, “You know me well,”

He started plucking something soothing, some vaguely memorable melody.

You’d been friends with Jake for years; back when his band was barely even such a thing. He was—dare you say—probably your best friend.

The problem: with Jake came Josh, and that was far more complicated.

While they were twins, you couldn’t feel more differently about them. Jake was boyish and silly, easygoing and familiar. The perfect person to order a pizza with and hang out in the garage until 2am. He was understanding and kind.

Josh was Josh—toothy smiles, soft hands, suggestive strip of his stomach showing when he wiped his face with his shirt, plush lips he bit so often, velvet curls, umber irises, cautious gaze, bubbling laugh—you could go on for a while. He was mesmerizing.

Jake knew, at least in some sense, about how you felt about his twin. He teased you about it rarely, given that it clearly struck a nerve. But sometimes he couldn’t help it. He swore up and down, though, that he never said anything to Josh. You believed him, maybe stupidly, but you did.

“Hey,” Jake snapped you out of your daze. You blinked at him.

“Hmm?”

“I said, what are ya drinking?” He pointed to your cup.

“Oh. Vodka and sprite,”

He cringed, “Ew, okay. Well, finish it, you’re too far behind. I’m, like, two drinks from taking some clothes off for the hell of it, and you seem sober.”

You burst into a laugh, “God, please, no, spare us all.”

He gave you the finger before resuming his playing.

“Chug,” he said, nodding at you.

“What are we, sixteen?”

“Oh, shut up and do it already.”

So you did, cringing at the way the cheap vodka stung your throat, but getting it down nonetheless.

“Atta girl,” Jake grinned, “Lemme get us some more,”

He handed you the guitar, standing up to head inside.

You took it and amused yourself, playing random strings, attempting to recall the year or so Jake tried to teach you the instrument (tried being the key word).

It was peaceful: the crackling of the fire, the chilled september air, the soft murmur of the other partygoers immersed in their own conversation. You closed your eyes briefly as you plucked, breathing deeply.

“Play me some blues, Berry,” you heard his warm voice cut through everything else.

You opened your eyes to Josh standing a few feet away.

“Ha!” He laughed with a big smile, and your heart ached, “blues, Berry—sounds like blueberry, get it?”

You rolled your eyes at the awful pun. You patted the seat next to you on the haybale. He took it.

“You’re not blueberry, though, just Berry, aren’t ya? Strawberry, if anything, huh?”

You stopped the plucking and looked at him, taking in his drunken rambling. He looked so sweet, lit up in orange and yellow highlights from the flame, the hollow of his cheek perfectly shaded, his dimple easily visible.

“How drunk are you?” You grinned.

He nodded, “I feel great,”

You giggled, “Yeah? Didn’t really answer my question, did you?”

He giggled then—the most beautiful of sounds.

“Drunk,” he said, “Perfectly so, not too drunk, not too…” he furrowed his brow, “…under-drunk.”

“Okay,” you laughed, “Can you see straight?”

He squinted at you and then, in a motion that shocked you, he grabbed either side of your face with his hands. This was not like when Jake touched your face. This was a chill-inducing, cheek-warming touch.

You waited, still, trying to understand his actions.

“Yep,” he said, examining you, “Just as I thought, you have six eyes and four noses, as usual.”

You were too stunned at the feeling of his hands on you to laugh. He giggled again and dropped his hands, but not before he gave a soft touch to the tip of your nose.

“Relax, Berry, I’m only kidding, you don’t have four noses. And I’m not that drunk. Jake’s probably more gone than I am”

You exhaled, not realizing you’d been holding your breath. You offered a weak smile.

“I wouldn’t be upset if you had four noses, for the record,” he took a sip of his beer, “It’s a very cute nose, you could handle a few more.”

Forget what you said about breathing regularly. Your breath caught in your throat. You forced yourself to inhale anyways.

“Yeah?” You grinned, “Yours isn’t too bad, either,” you reached out and bopped the tip of his. He rewarded you with a playful grin.

In that second of time, it was like there was some mutual understanding. A fragile, vulnerable moment. His tongue licked over his bottom lip, his eyes flitted over your face, and then—

“So, I put a lot of vodka in here, I just wanna let you know,” Jake yelled, shoving the drink into your hand. You silently cursed him.

“Perfect,” you murmured, “I need to be more drunk, anyways,”

You took a heavy swig of it, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Josh, grab the guitar, Berry and I have to do these shots,”

Your head turned to Jake finally, registering what he said. Josh took the guitar from your lap and just then you spotted two little cups in Jake’s hand, nearly overflowing.

“Jake, no, you’re—“

“I didn’t ask!” He handed you one of them.

“I don’t have a chaser,”

“Oh my god,” Jake groaned, “Just use your drink, come on now, don’t let me show you up,”

You rolled your eyes and he cheers-ed you. You gave him a surrendering smile before tossing the shot back. Trying not to choke, you quickly chased it with the too-strong drink.

After you swallowed, you could not help the cough that was tickling your throat, trying to get revenge from the abuse you’d just put your body through.

Josh patted your back as you coughed for a moment, but it was soft—not hitting you on the back like you’d usually do, just soft pats. The feeling startled you enough to stop coughing.

“You got it, you got it,” Josh laughed, handing the guitar back to Jake with his free hand.

You looked at Josh and gave him a playful middle finger. He smiled, letting his hand fall gently down your back, skirting down your spine. You tried to savor the touch, expecting his hand to pull away soon, but then it stayed.

It rested on the small of your back, warmth radiating from his palm. He moved it slightly, rubbing softly. Your cheeks were hot.

You cautiously looked at him, waiting for it to be a dream.

He was watching the fire, taking the occasional sip of his beer, looking mesmerized by the flame. Just when you wondered if you were imagining the touch, he would rub gently again.

He finally met your gaze. His eyes glistened, not just from the liquor, but with the unspoken thing that was passing between the two of you.

“Having a good night, Berry?” He murmured.

Get it together, you told yourself, not wanting to throw away this whole opportunity because of how nervous he was making you.

“Yeah,” you rasped out, clearing your throat, then, “Yeah,” you repeated, grinning, “S’fun.”

He nodded, offering a gentle smile back, “Good, me too. What’s your favorite part?”

You

“The air,” You smiled, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. The breath helped ground you. “So crisp and cool.”

He nodded, “Yeah, yeah, that’s a good one. I like the fire,” he nodded at it.

“I know you do, you pyro,” you laughed.

“Oh, hush,” you could swear he was blushing, “It’s so…otherworldly, but so human. Look at the flames lick the air. And the ash glowing and swirling. Isn’t that something?”

You couldn’t look at the fire, though. Just him.

The shot was hitting you, warm and bold. He looked beautiful. You just wanted to kiss him.

He must have realized you weren’t paying attention, because his head snapped back to you. Almost immediately, he seemed to understand the look you were wearing.

His eyes danced from your lips to your eyes and back. You swallowed, just waiting, watching him closely.

He hummed, then, something you could barely hear over the background noise. A soft, pondering sound.

He nodded slightly, maybe just to himself. His hand on your back moved, and your entire body stilled, waiting for what it would do. He scooted closer to you and let his hand rest on the top of your thigh near your knee. There was no stopping the smile on your face.

“This okay?” He murmured, thumbing over your skin. You bit your bottom lip and nodded, fighting a wild grin. He nodded back, and then turned his attention back to the fire, all the while rubbing his thumb softly over your skin.

“Josh, sing a little,” Jake chirped, and you realized that he was actually playing a song.

You looked to Josh and watched him find his footing with the song. Softly, he started singing along. He gave an occasional bright smile, tapped his foot on the ground, and sang as he always did, wonderously.

You couldn’t place the song, you were probably what most would consider drunk at this point, but you knew it was something Dylan.

Jake got into it and went off on some acoustic tangent, and you were left with Josh humming along, grinning at you.

You bit back a smile, a little embarrassed at the attention, but you looked back at him.

“You drunk?” He asked you quietly. You nodded.

“You?” He nodded.

“Not terribly, but yeah,” He grinned. You both watched each other carefully, afraid to say something the other wasn’t ready for.

“Wanna go inside?” He asked, eyes flitting all over your face, “Get some water?”

Get some water

You turned it over in your head, trying to disassemble it, trying to pick up on any nuances. It was too hard, you were too affected by the liquor. You settled for a nod.

He stood up, extending a hand to you.

“Where ya goin?” Jake slurred, rapping his fingers against the guitar. You turned your head to him

“Gonna go get some water,” you answered

He looked between you and Josh and nodded.

“See ya later, Berry,” Jake tipped an imaginary hat to you and turned his attention back to playing.

You stood up, taking Josh’s hand, except—shit—you hadn’t stood up since all the drinking, and your head spun. You wavered, legs feeling not all there, and nearly fell over.

Josh caught you with a hand on your hip and another grabbing your forearm, giggling at your drunken display.

“You alright?” He laughed. He was so close, you could smell the beer on his breath.

“I dunno, actually,” you laughed, gripping his hoodie, trying to settle yourself.

“C’mere,” he said, and with that, you were being lifted, scooped up in his strong arms.

“Josh!” It startled you, “What—?”

He giggled, beginning to walk inside, “What?”

“I can walk, I just was a little dizzy…”

“Maybe I just wanna carry you, huh? That okay?”

You looked at him, his face mere inches from yours, and your stomach turned in a pleasant way.

He smiled at you as you both made your way into the house. A few people tossed some concerned looks your way at the sight of you being carried, but you could care less. You could only feel his warm hand on your thigh, on your arm. He smelled of the bonfire.

You realized then, that he had walked straight past the kitchen, and you were going upstairs.

“Getting water, huh?” You grinned

He smiled back, “We will, I just figure I should get you somewhere more comfortable than the crowded couch downstairs. S’that okay, Berry?”

You blushed at the nickname—something you heard so many times before sounded so tender now.

“Yeah, Josh,” you smiled softly at him.

He took you to his bedroom; the one just past Jake’s that you’d only seen peeks of for so many years.

“Now, don’t you judge the decor, I’m hardly home anymore. This is how high school Josh left it.”

You laughed, wondering what you were going to find.

He eased the door open with his foot and carried you into the dark room, setting you down on his bed. For a moment, you had to fight the urge to just pull him by the hem of his hoodie down on top of you.

He grinned sweetly at you as his hands left you. He stood up, running his hands into his hair.

“Lemme go get us some water, okay?” He said quietly. The room seemed so silent, even his quiet voice echoed in it. You nodded, and he moved towards the door.

“No touching anyrhing,” he grinned, before finally slipping through the open door. You laughed to yourself at his warning.

You looked around, then. It was too dim and you were too intoxicated to make out the details of the posters on his wall, or the various items on the wooden desk across from the bed, but you could see enough.

The room smelled of incense, and his bedding was burnt orange. There were a couple small plants in the windowsill, a plethora of books stacked against the wall. A pair of drumsticks on the floor, random pieces of notebook paper here and there.

You decided, then, that it was a bit too hard to look at everything, and opted instead for laying back on the bed, taking deep breaths. It smelled overwhelmingly like Josh, why that was shocking you weren’t sure, but it filled your chest with a warm, adoring feeling.

“I put extra ice in yours, cause you’re weird and I know you like ice,” His voice startled you, as gentle as it was.

You sat up and looked at him. He shut the door softly behind him, something that made your heart rate pick up. He left the lights off. The moon shone through the thin curtains, casting soft white-blue light over everything.

He handed you the water, and you took small sips. He took a seat in the desk chair, swiveled to face you, and sipped his.

“Good?” He smiled.

“Mm,” you hummed, taking another drink, “refreshing.”

He giggled. “So, how many of my secrets did you unveil during your time alone in here?”

You breathed out dramatically, “Far too many, Kiszka. Far too many.”

He laughed as you played along with the joke, “Hopefully not too many, I’d like to keep ya around, Berry.”

You stilled at that, looking over his face. His grin faded slowly, and now his eyes were fixed on your face.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathed.

You blinked, wondering if you heard him correctly.

“Mm?” you squeaked.

He stood up, walking closer, “You’re pretty,” he repeated, “You’re so pretty, always.”

You were glad the lights were off, as you were sure your cheeks were violently red. You sat in stunned silence. Speak, your mind urged you.

“Josh…” you trailed off, and he was close now. He pushed his knee gently between yours. “My water,” you murmured, unsure what to do with the cup, of all things.

“Just—here,” he took the plastic cup from you and tossed it to the floor.

You grabbed his hoodie and tugged, sending him falling on top of you. The bonfire scent was comforting and warm. The heat of his body radiated against your skin.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes watched yours, almost frantic for an answer. You nodded, shocked that you’d landed here.

He didn’t kiss you, though. He moved a hand up to your face and brushed your hair aside, thumbing over your cheek. The touch was a static spark.

“Can you talk to me? You’re really quiet, it’s making me nervous,” he giggled.

“Sorry,” you exhaled, “I’m just…” you licked your lip, collecting yourself, “I’m surprised this is happening.”

“Really?” He grinned, still touching your cheek, “I haven’t made it obvious enough?”

Your breathing was shaky, “What?”

He just laughed, a sound that made you so giddy you could hardly stand it.

“I like you, Berry, quite a bit,” he watched your face, waiting for some kind of recongnition in your expression. Quickly, his face fell, “Oh, fuck, please don’t tell me it’s just me—“

“No, no, no,” you cut him off, “No, it’s not, of course it’s not just you. Sorry,” you tried to catch your breath, “I’m just kind of drunk and you’re on top of me, and it’s hard to think.”

He pulled his bottom lip under his teeth and waited. “Maybe we should have done this sober,” he laughed briefly, seeming slighly regretful.

You shook your head, pushing your body up into him a bit, “No…” you searched for the words, “No, I think this feels right.”

His eyes were shiny black pools in the dark lighting, and they watched you so closely. You could see him trying to study you, trying to understand every little thought you were having.

You just wanted him, you hoped that was plain as day.

You reached a hand up and traced it over his cheek, and gently, you urged his head towards yours.

He took the touch as your permission and finally closed the space, slotting his lips with yours. He was warm, and his lips were soft.

You hummed into him, a sound of relief and desire.

He gave a soft hum back, leaning fully over you now, one hand braced on the mattress by your head and the other still thumbing over your cheek.

You touched the soft side of his head with one hand, and brought the other up to touch his hand on the mattress.

Slowly, after a long moment of his lips pressed to yours, he pulled a centimeter away, and then came back deeper, mouth just barely open, a gentle invitation. His body was the perfect weight on top of you.

You nipped his bottom lip, sucking gently on it, and he whimpered softly.

“Josh,” you breathed. He leaned up and held your face, and he was smiling. Such a full-fledged smile.

“Fuck, I’m so mad I haven’t done this before now,” he bit his lip.

You giggled and scratched the side of his head lightly.

“Come back,” you murmured.

“Yeah?” He grinned. He looked wonderfully dazed.

“Please,” you whispered.

“Oh,” he was breathless, “You don’t need to say please, Berry,” he kissed you again, over and over, at some point gently sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, and you let him.

Your tongues met easily, soft and unobtrusive, nothing too hot and heavy, but certainly intimate.

He made a suprising amount of sounds, which was music to your ears.

“Hey,” he separated you gently, “S’it okay if we move up there?” he pointed to the top of the bed. You nodded, offering him an eager smile.

He quickly removed himself from you and climbed to the top of the bed, leaning his head back against the pillows, half laying and half sitting. You realized he probably was asking you to straddle him, which made you blush in a scandalized sort of way.

He seemed to pick up on this, as his eyes widened, and his hands went up,

“We don’t have to—I’m not trying to—“

“Josh,” you rolled your eyes, making your way to him, “It’s okay, It’s just…,” you kneeled near him. There was no reason for you to be so bashful; you knew him so well. You were comfortable. It was just so new and so close.

“I’m just processing,” you grinned, “It’s fun,” you reassured, “it’s really fun.”

He bit his lip, a nervous habit, “Yeah, it is,” he smiled back, “You wanna come here?” He pat his lap softly, looking vulnerable.

You nodded and leaned forward to kiss him again as you swung a leg over his, sitting on his thighs.

“Shit,” he breathed against you, and you could not stop the slight whimper that slipped out of you.

His lips and tongue were warm, and you never wanted to stop feeling them. His hands rested on your waist, and yours on his jaw.

It went on for a few minutes, heady and more intoxicating than the liquor. Your lips were greedy, and they slipped down to lick a kiss against his jaw. His exhale was shaky.

“Berry, Berry, Berry,” he murmured, hooking your chin with his finger and bringing your gaze to meet his, “Let’s save that for another time, okay?” He grinned, “I don’t wanna do too much when I’m not sober,”

You nodded, feeling a little embarrassed at how eager you were.

“Sorry, I—”

He cut you off with a kiss. When he drew away, he spoke before you could, “Don’t be sorry, not even for a second,” he touched your nose gently, “I want that, too, I just wanna be sober,” he giggled again. His thumb grazed your cheek, then traced over your bottom lip.

“You’re so…” he shook his head slightly, “Mm. One more, come here,” he pulled you in, another hot and wet kiss.

You started laughing into it; you couldn’t contain the wonderous feeling in your chest. He laughed, too, kissing between the giggles.

“What are we laughing at?” He pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have no idea,” you admitted, “I’m just happy.”

He pulled your face away slowly, thumbing over your temple. “Good. Me too,”

You took a deep breath, just looking at the way the moon shone over his features.

“You wanna go do something?” He smirked. He reached for your hand and threaded his fingers into yours.

“Like what?” You whispered.

“Mm,” he grinned, “Wanna go sit on top of my Jeep and look at the sky?”

You felt like someone squeezed the air out of your chest. He was so perfect.

“Yeah,” you replied, eagerly, “But wait, we can’t drive,”

“No, no,” he giggled, “It’s just in the driveway, but I don’t think anyone will bother us up there. Everyone’s inside or in the backyard.”

You nodded, wiggling off his lap to stand up. You steadied yourself with a hand on the bed.

“Oh, god, you need me to carry you again?” He laughed, standing up.

“No, no, I’m fine,”

You smoothed out your hair and clothes, and he did the same. You caught him adjusting his shorts a bit and were unable to hold back the giggle that bubbled up in you.

“Shut up,” he blushed, “Come on, darling,” He extended a hand to you. If the alcohol wasn’t enough to make your legs weak, the ‘darling’ sure was. You took a grounding breath and laced your hand with his. His palm pressed against yours was the sweetest feeling.

He shot you a grin before guiding you through the door, down the stairs, out the front door.

He climbed onto the hard roof of his Jeep easily, like he’d done it a million times, and to be fair, he probably had.

He extended a hand to you and you carefully climbed up, almost falling on top of him once you got to the top.

Softly, he laughed, “Careful,” he murmured.

You moved to sit next to him but then he spoke, maybe emboldened from how you’d already reacted to him this evening, maybe the liquor, maybe just a bit of bravery:

“No, come here,” he opened his legs and pat the space between them, “You can lean back on me.”

You heart thrummed. You nodded and moved, sitting between his legs, resting a careful hand on his thigh. He slid his over yours, fingers looping together. His other hand pet your hair; something that felt extremely intimate given that you’d just finally kissed him about twenty minutes ago, but you didn’t really care. It was sweet.

You turned your attention to the sky.

The moon was shockingly large, a huge glowing mass in the sky. Something transcendent.

Michigan had just enough cornfields and just few enough city lights not to drown out the stars. You could see constellations. You searched for it…

“Taurus,” you pointed out the cluster of stars way far up, grinning at your ability to find it. You were just starting to sober up.

“Smart girl,” Josh murmured, “I can only find the dippers, to be honest. And the north star,” he pointed at it, “That would be embarassing if I couldn’t, though.”

You laughed. You searched for other constellations, pointing out this one and that. He would hum in acknowledgement.

“That one looks like a strawberry,” he pointed.

“That’s cephus, it’s not a strawberry,”

“Well, I don’t care, they should have named it Berry. That’s what it looks like.”

“I like when you call me that,” you said softly. There was a beat of silence.

“Yeah?” He murmured, so near your neck it gave you chills, “Me too. You’re sweet, I think it’s fitting.”

You were glad he couldn’t see your face. He continued,

“I’ve never liked when Jake called you it. I know it’s stupid, he doesn’t mean anything by it. But I do, ya know? I just want you to be my Berry, not his,”

Sort of stunned by the implication, you only managed a soft, “Josh…”

He waited for you to finish the sentence.

“I’m not his,” you said softly.

“Mmm,” Josh hummed into your hair, “I’ll get him to stop calling you that,”

You laughed, “Okay, you try that, let me know how it goes. Jake doesn’t do anything anyone tells him to.”

“Oh, he’ll listen, I’ll beat him up if I have to.”

You laughed harder, “Sure, Josh. Just let me know when that’s happening, I’d like to watch.”

“Of course, of course.”

You sighed and leaned back fully against him.

“So this isn’t a one-night thing?” You asked softly, almost afraid of his answer.

He took a deep breath, “I hope not. Do you want it to be?”

You shook your head, “No, not at all. I hope it’s not.”

“Good,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, “Now, let’s look at the stars again. Tell me all about ‘em.”

You scanned the sky for another you knew, pointed into the cool air, let him play with your hair, and named all the stars you could.

fin.

y’all i love josh kiszka so bad

#gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #gvf fics #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fanfiction #greta van fluff #sweet as berries

[rosenallies]

❛  it's all my fault, isn't it? i ruin everything i touch.  ❜ with any ship?

I’m high and thinking about magical things and then I started thinking about the jasco witch au So <3 yeah idk if anyone remembers that one <3

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Bosco watched from where she stood, frozen in place as Jasmine fought the urge to cry, her shoulders hunched over, shaking like a leaf. They wanted to apologize, to shove the nasty words they’d said back down their throat, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it, their stupid pride suddenly more important than wiping the look of pure dispair off of Jasmine’s pretty face.

“W-why would you say that? And why would you yell? You know I hate yelling,” Jasmine whimpered.

Anger still simmered in her blood, but Bosco felt like she’d keel over from the guilt. But still, she kept her resolve and said nothing, didn’t make a move until Jasmine’s face scrunched up and she ran off out the cottage front door just as she started to cry.

Bosco flopped onto the couch, her own hands starting to shake as the voices in her head yelled at her for being so stupid. How could she have been so stupid? Jasmine was the only person in the world that could manage to love her, that she was sure of and she’d ruined it with her stupid anger. She couldn’t even really remember why they’d fought in the first place.

They didn’t know how long they’d sat there until a little glimmering speck caught her eye, she soon realized the speck wasn’t a speck but a fairy, Willow at that. The tiny sprite flew right in front of Bosco’s face, a scowl on her own.

Bosco just realized then she was crying, sniffling as she tried to speak. “It’s all my fault, isn’t it? I ruin everything I touch.”

Willow’s resolve softened a bit, her arms dropping from being crossed at her chest. “Ruined? No, Bosco, nothing is ruined. She’s just-“

“She hates me, I know she does and I can’t even be mad at her for it.”

The fairy sighed and perched herself on Bosco’s shoulder. “She doesn’t hate you, but it would be easier for you if she did, right?”

A pang of guilt stabbed her in the chest as they nodded. “Sometimes I wish she did hate me. It feels like I keep hurting her but she sticks around for some reason all because of a stupid potion.”

“No,” Willow shook her head, “you know just as well as I do that those spells are only temporary, she grew to love you for real. And you were never affected by the potion spilling, so you grew to love her too. She’s so tender hearted and you’re not used to that.”

“I’m not,” Bosco sniffed, “she deserves someone who is, someone soft and someone kind.”

“You are soft and kind and I know she agrees with that, she thinks the world of you. Even when she came outside, she cried about being angry with you but only after a few moments did she shift to crying about how you reject love because no one ever showed you the love you deserve. You’re so lucky that she sees that in you and isn’t scared of your pushing people away.”

Their shoulders slumped, trying to shield their face so Willow wouldn’t see her cry.

“Just come talk to her,” Willow urged, flittering away.

Bosco was reluctant, but followed her out the front door and to where Jasmine sat on an overgrown toadstool, knees tucked to her chest while the other fairies of Willow’s trio spoke to her softly. Though, they quieted as they noticed Bosco, forcing Willow to turn around to see what they were staring at.

“Bosco, I’m so-“

“No,” Bosco stopped her gently, taking her hands as she stood up, “please don’t apologize, I’m the one who needs to first. I’m so sorry I yelled at you, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Bosco,” Jasmine cooed, cupping their face, “you won’t ever lose me. I love you. But I think there are some things we need to work on together.”

“Yeah, I know. Too bad there’s not a spell for this,” she laughed bitterly.

Jasmine kissed her softly. “We’ll work it out, okay? It’ll all be okay as long as we keep being honest and kind to each other.”

Bosco nodded and kissed her back, determined not to screw this up.

#witch au #prompt request

[croctus]

how would you improve each datable NPC in Stardew Valley?

i was bewildered for a moment before i remembered i was talking shit about them on this blog previously haha! let me see. i think most of them i have issues with just act 10 years younger than they are- so there are a few ways this can be changed?

also keep in mind i adore stardew and really do like these characters even just as they are, im just a hater lol

judging hard-

Alex

i honestly think this guy could be GREATLY improved if he were actively taking care of his grandparents. maybe we see him out walking with them, on the roof doing repairs before a rainy day, running errands for them or cooking for them, etc. boy spends half his time staring at his dog in a household of two elderly disabled folks who could use him. even a teenager could take notice and offer to help.

Abigail

shes one of the most childish unfortunately lmao. i think one of the most glaring is she goes extremely hard in an easter egg hunt against two preschoolers- maybe if she instead tried to help one of them win but got a little competitive about it, thatd be cute? idk. additionally she could work part time at the store, or at the guild, or clint's, it'd fit her character.

Sam

i get the player interactivity elements but what kind of goober goes through all the work to put a band together but doesnt know what genre they wanna play, unless theyre just a teen interested in the aesthetic of a band. it comes across sorta inauthentic. boy rolls his eyes and grumbles when his mom asks him to help clean a fish, too. cmon man, youre grown.

Sebastian

both sam and seb suffer from the same 'gawwd stay out of my room MOOOM' sort of vibes- maybe if they had an apartment together but still regularly visited their parents for dinner theyd come across as a little more grown (not to say that like, living with parents is inherently childish but how they interact with their folks comes across that way). he also really shouldn't be taking his angst out on his opinion of his half sister, and maybe if he had a little more of a solid adult go-plan than 'im gonna run away to the city' hed seem more mature.

could b better-

Shane

i dont want to be harsh on this guy but he sort of backslides after marriage hardcore. depression isnt a singular uphill climb but at least he could show hes still working on it- the occasional mention of a talk with a therapist, or cleaning up a little after himself, etc. maybe trying to eat a little better when living on a farm lol.

Penny

shes fine, other than the scene w/ george: pushing his wheelchair without asking and then HE apologizes/the scene fames this action as a good thing and you lose points with her if you point out it's rude. sometimes in trying to help people, you dont always do the right thing for them - that would be a little more nuanced for her.

im just picky-

Elliott + Harvey

theyre fine? maybe itd be fun if elliott went on some book tours or somesuch in the winter regularly after marriage, and harvey joined a plane hobbyist group or smth. they have a lot of personality but an issue a lot of these characters have is they just sort of putter out after marriage

Leah + Haley

this game has a lot of redheads lol. leah is fine though, and haley is cute. like other npcs id just want them to find their own independent success with their artistic skills- maybe letters come in the mail occasionally to them congratulating them on photos/sculptures making it into magazines, etc, to show they still have their own things going on

Emily + Maru

they're fine, i just like older/fanmade versions of their sprites more lol

#long post #ramble ramble #thank you for asking!!! #pls do not take my opinions seriously

[kidfoundonstreets]

last post.. bc the screenshots made it too long (i am sorry)

THE FACT THIS IS A CANON LINE I AM DECEASED wilardo sirius and claire all hangout!! best time ever!11 they r arguing!! also best time ever!!!!

absolute certainty in his eyes it is sirius . let it be known

WHY DOES THAT ACTUALLY L OOK GOODOHMYG FCLAIRE AND WIALROD WHATTHHEELL YOU GOT THEM SPOT ON FOR SOMEONE WHO DOENST KNOW HIM VEYR MIUCH?? anyway real accurate portrait of the bfs love is real “far too beautified” what HELP?

YEAH THAT IS MORE ACCURATE KINDA.......... he looks like so smug and wilardo so head empty at least u guys arnet soil roots “i wouldve liked a big brother like that” SIBLINGS (in the worst way possible)?????????????????????????????????????? CONFIRMED

oh wait wilardo drew this one...........im surprised one day he didnt get super bored and get rlly talwented at random stuff like drawing  or maybe he is and just kinda lazy THOSAE BIG EYES HELPPPPP staring into your soul.. he made himslef look tired wilardo being (kinda) neutral and syaing that humans cant be split into 1 and 0 so true so true. where is the more love for you

woah theres hte line i cant believe gay people are real invented by iz THE CONCERNED HUH.;.... wonder how they’d react to the fandom but ashe does have a point with that.? wilardo and ashe do have the same goal to get the bitchs heart but. at the same time theyre totally different idk delicious as a concept but executed.. agh

oh hell no........................................... THE PANIC I JUST FELT. PLEASE PLEASE LET NOEL BE SAFE savesavesavesavesa oh. wilardos figuring out early. oh. what the hell lime yeah thats not going to be good what happened to noel??

HELPDFJWJE I LOVE HIM sirius is like “i dont care for claire” also him:  he just ends up staring at everybody...........what it looked like when he was thinking (real)

aww god oh fcuk its like those awkward famil;y meeting dinners everybody has a clue of whats going on atp “theres so much id like to talk about” HAHAHAHAHAAHAH fear imagine ashe gossiping like a mean girl AUGHHHGHH FUCKING GFDIOJFOIQJ12I what if ashe did actually have innocent intentions and just wanted to get his mind off of things?? and by avoiding him its making his sanity even worse BUT I DONT KNOIWJKJGHGH PROLLY NOT IT anyway. seeing sirius being panicked is sweet the n again if he didnt help noel tears would be on his hands and nobody can handle noel crying. and itd add to someone he knew dead sirius is just “goddmanit in order for this to work i need to say we’re besties or whatever nthe kids say these days” WHY IS ASHE USING SUCH FANCY LANGUAGE. GN. HES JUST LIKE THIS . the power of friendship.........i mean scp............................................

THIS SPRITE,,

a can somebody hug him already. bro the cg with him lady dorothy is so good i wanna redraw it one day like i saw somebody do he just keeps comparing it it hurts my heart ive said it once and ill say it again,, siblings

mario11!1 drag her around >:D

#kid's heart #one thing i find funny is how sirius is switching through all of these sprites in silence

[akielvt]

Tobybrine (REPOST FROM WATTPAD)

"W-who are you?"

"I'm you."

"N-no you're not!"

"Yes I am, look in a mirror."

Toby looked in a mirror.

"NO! I-I CAN'T!"

"It's true Toby, or should I say Tobybrine."

Time skip 3 months

Toby stood by the bathroom sink staring in the mirror.

I really should put these brown colored contacts in. To hide myself. But this look is kind of growing on me.Toby giggled.*sigh* Atleast nobody knows.He put the contacts in.Welp time to go hang out with martyn.

"Martyn! Where the bloody fuck are you?"

"In the damn cave Tobes! Come help me mine!"

"Mine?"Toby hasn't been in a cave since he became Tobybrine."Sure I just gotta grab my pickaxe."

"You ok tobes? You sound worried?"

"Me? Worried? About what?"

"Coming into the cave."

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"Really Toby, I can tell when you're worried."

"Well, *sigh* I haven't been in a cave in 3 months... so I'm kind of scared."

"Scared of what? It's all lit up. I've been mining it out since you went back to your parents."

"Scared of m- the the ummm"

"Hmm?"

"It's nothing."

Toby and martyn precided to head into the cave.

"Ow..."

"Toby you ok?"

"Yeah just a reallllly bad headache, I think I better get to the surfa-"

"Toby? Why are you staring at me like that? Toby???"

"M-martyn... run."

"Huh?"

"Toby, why would you tell him to leave?"

"I didn't want to hurt him."

Tobysighed why must he be tobybrine, why couldn't he be normal like he was before. Toby walked out of the cave afraid of his friends finding out what he truly was.

"Toby you Ok?"

"I am now martyn."

"Why did you tell me to run?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Why would you hurt me?"

"If I tell you, you'll be scared of me."

"I would never be scared of you toby."

"Martyn, I'm *sigh* herobrine's son."

"Oh well I guess you thinking that I'd be scared was reasonable. But I'm not."

"I'm glad you're not scared martyn. But I-"

"It's ok toby. I don't mind. And honestly I'm not human. I'm a forest sprite so having a non human friend is nice."

"Martyn I can't control myself which is why I said run. I didn't want to risk hurting you. Everyday I put brown colored contacts in to hide myself. To make people think I'm normal. I found out about what I was 3 months ago. I don't want to be this."

I can't stand this anymore. My bestfriend should honestly be scared of me and he's not. I just hope he doesn't tell anyone.

"Toby, you are who you are. You can't change that."

"Martyn I'm 'evil' you're not. I hate what I am. I just want to be dead."

"Toby don't think of yourself as evil. Just because your father is doesn't mean you are. You didn't attack me when you could have. Me and you are alone right now, if you were evil I would be dead."

He was right about it I guess. I never really thought about it.

"Martyn if I forced myself not to hurt you would you still be my friend knowing prefectly well that I wanted to hurt you."

"Yes toby I would still be your friend. We are like brothers."

"Martyn, to tell you the truth, I've always loved you more then a friend, honestly I always kinda wanted to fuck you."

"Toby, I-" Suddenly an explosion was heard in the distance, "Maybe we should go check it out toby?"

"Yeah..."

As they walked in the direction of the explosion toby took a chance and reached for Martyn's hand. Martyn took it and stopped toby. Martyn leaned towards toby, smiling. Before toby realized it they were kissing, explosions booming in the distance. It didn't matter right now. All that mattered is that they were safe for now.

"Toby," martyn said pulling away, "We really should keep this a secret."

"Yeah, if anybody finds out we are screwed."

"Let's go look at where those explosions were coming from."

"Oh shit!"

"Toby who said that?"

"Idk martyn, but we are getting close to blackrock."

"Fuck!"

"That sounded like rythian."

"Shit we gotta hurry then."

"If rythian is in trouble how are we going to help without me using my powers?"

"Idk we will find a way of helping without you using your powers."

"GAH!"

"We better hurry martyn. It sounds like he's in pain."

They ran for what felt like an hour, the sounds of explosions still going off in the distance. When they finally got to blackrock what they saw was going to scar them for life.

"Toby, I know you don't want to use your powers but with this many mobs it might be useful."

"I understand and I'll try.ALL IF YOU! LEAVE NOW OR ELSE!" His voice boomed as his eyes glowed white. The mobs looked at him, fear in their eyes. "I SAID LEAVE." Sure enough they left.

"T-toby," Rythian coughed, "h-how."

"Rythian it's a long story, we need to get you out of here you're hurt. Can you stand?"

"N-no. F-find zoey."

"Which way did she go?"

"She got taken by Is-"

"Rythian? Who took her? Rythian... no."

"Toby, he's gone. We have to find zoey, maybe teep can help. He wouldn't of gone far. He probably went for help."

"Hello? HOLY SHIT TOBY WHAT HAPPENED!"

"Duncan! Rythian died, zoey got taken by somebody idk who. Where's teep maybe he can track her."

"T-toby why are you eyes white????"

"Huh? Shit..."

"Duncan it's a long story lets just try to save zoey."

"Not until you tell me what is up with toby's eyes."

After about an hour or two of explaining and the lose of daylight duncan understood and agreed to help. But before he could help he spotted something.

"Guys over there, it could be a clue."

"Looks like a piece of a black tuxedo... Israphel."

"So israphel took zoey?" Duncan asked.

"Appears so, we have to find her." Martyn huffed.

"Rythian, why'd he have to die..." I chimed in sadly.

"Toby it's not your fault."

"Martyn, if we weren't kissing we would of got here faster and saved them!"

"Wait you two kissed?" Duncan said confused.

"Yeah we kissed. You gonna call us faggots or something?" I yelled angrily.

Martyn POV

I've never seen toby angry, atleast since he became tobybrine. I heard rumors that brine is a disease that takes over people. Tobybrine used to be toby but to be honest not much has changed about him. I feel bad for him. I've heard about other brines, I wonder what they are like.

Toby POV

If I hadn't been bloody kissing martyn we could have been here faster. Could have saved them.

"For fucks sake guys, let's just get away from here." Duncan interrupted mine and Martyn's thoughts.

"Y-yeah let's leave. Maybe we can find some other brines."

"Other brines? There's more of you?"

"I only heard rumors."

"Martyn, duncan, I have about 10 siblings. I know they exsist just don't know who they are or where."

"So how are we going to find them?"

"Idk duncan. We will though."

"We don't have to call herobrine right?"

"No martyn, not yet anyway."

"It's getting late let's make camp."

"Good idea. We don't want to get attacked by mobs."

As they set up camp a pair of white glowing eyes appears. Toby is the first to see.

"Guys am I crazy or are there white glowing eyes over there?"

"Yeah there are eyes."

"Hello? Are you friendly?"

"Leave now, only tobybrone may stay."

"What? I'm staying with my friends. I don't trust you. Who are you?"

"You don't regonize your own brother's voice?"

"I never met any of my family."

"Oh poor boy."The boy not much older then toby stepped out of the shadows.

"Wait... Eden?"

"Hello toby."

"Eden!"

"Toby oh how I have missed you."

A/N convo between eden and toby

"Eden, why are you here?"

"Because you need me."

"How did... nevermind. I need to find the rest of our family."

"Remember me and you are the only ones who have accepted the brine in us."

"I know."

"Our oldest sister lives in the kingdom of Edeaviel."

"Edeaviel? That place is guarded so much. No way I'll be able to get in there."

"Fine, our oldest brother lives in the Kingdom Of Rhendann."

"That one is do able. Its guarded but not as guarded."

"Its 1,000,000 blocks to the east. Good luck little brother."

#tobybrine #sototallytoby #mcyt #cringe #minecraft #oldfanfic #repost #inthelittlewood #sototallylittlewood #inthelittletoby #herobrine #zoeya proasheck #rythian #yogscast

[minruko]

‘say your boyfriend and won’t cheat on you without saying he won’t cheat on you’

ft. inarizaki [timeskip edition]

a/n- was that the name of the tiktok thing or whatever?? idk i completely forgot but either way enjoy

a/n 2- yea yea this is totally crack

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a.miya

you saw this floating around and you decided to try it

you were sitting next to atsumu while he was sobbing over ‘finding dory’

a: “look baby she she was lost and now she’s not if only she could remember” he said between sniffles n sobs

you were trying to comfort him but you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as you were recording him

you posted it and it was went viral cause it’s atsumu, he most definitely got made fun of by the msby team

especially hinata he had so much to say

o.miya

you were walking out of your shared bedroom to see osamu measuring onigiri with a ruler and you saw your chance to strike

“what are you doing??” you said while snickering

“do these look even to you??” he moved around to measure another one and then his face dropped

you made eye contact with him and he just blinked at you and said “well??”

you ended up having to convince him that it was fine through muffled laughter

you posted it and most of the comments were about having a man that can cook

atsumu tried to make fun of him but osamu just drove to his house to jump him

r.suna

y’all were just hanging out in your shared room and suna started to stare at you while you were filming him

“hey babe do you think they put crack in mcdonald’s sprite?”

you were holding back a laugh and he was like “no no hear me out it always sends to like a whole other dimension”

suddenly he smiled at you and asked “wanna go find their secret crack supply at a nearby warehouse?”

the video ended with you agreeing to go along with his crazy plan, it went viral and the comments were filled with questions asking if you were successful or not

a.ojiro

y’all were in the car and he was spitting out random shower thoughts and at some point you decided to film it

“no no hear me out baby because we got twenty two, thirty three, forty four, now why isn’t eleven onty one??”

“and another thing what the fuck is a casserole??”

you were cackling behind the camera not even trying to hide your laughter

“laugh all you want but don’t be comin to me when these thoughts keep you up at night.”

you posted it and it went viral, cause it’s ojiro, but the comments was filled with people askin what even was casserole and kinda being bummed that ojiro is taken

s.kita

you were honestly hoping to catch him during some dorky moment but it didn’t go as planned

you were lounging off to the side while he was working in the rice fields

he bent down and saw something in the grass and she started running towards you, you decided to get your phone out and film it cause the little waddle run he was doing looked kinda funny to you

and he walked up to you and handed you a daisy he was like “baby look” in a soft voice and you melted on the spot

when you posted it, it went viral and the comments were like “where can i get a man like him 💳💥💳💥”

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #suna x reader #rintaro suna x reader #aran ojiro x reader #kita x reader #ojiro x reader #aran x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu crack #osamu fluff #osamu crack #suna fluff #suna crack #aran fluff #aran crack #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu crack #mini.writes

[lovingkaede]

Helloooo! Just like many others on here I'm sure, I find your writing to be really good! It gives me a lot a comfort late at night when I can't sleep and feel a little lonely, so thank you for your time and effort in making your posts! I really value them <3. I found the courage to ask you if perhaps you could write about Kiibo and the reader having to babysit the reader's young niece or nephew, who's amazed by Kiibo being a robot and stuff. I think it would be cute and wholesome! -🤖

Anon... You have no idea how happy your words made me. When I first saw this ask I cried a bit and my step sis laughed at me. It's hard sharing a room.. When you guys send me supportive messages like this, I can't help but cry. Pleaaseeee you are so sweet and so is this request 😭💖 -Mod Kaede

-a crying Kaede sprite because I am also-

Kiibo and Reader Babysitting Reader's Nephew/Niece! So cute ahh

The day started with him cuddling up to you, it was a normal and peaceful morning, a routine

I mean, it was peaceful until your phone started beeping. You ignored your phone and stayed in bed for few minutes, just to enjoy your boyfriend's company more.

But no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, the notifications just didn't stop.

As annoyed as you were, you grabbed your phone, the next second, you were blinded by its light

Ignoring your pain, you checked your notifications. It was your (sister/brother/sibling), simply asking you to take care of their child while they're outside

You sighed, wanting to throw your phone onto the wall. "Y/n, what's wrong?" Keeboy asked. Oh, so he was awake.

Now not to sound robophobic but do robots sleep 😭 If not, he probably watches you sleep every night

"Uh, it's just my sibling. (he/she/they) want me to babysit my (nephew/niece) while they're gone." You try to sound positive about it.

"Oh!! So they want us to take care of their child?! That's exciting!!" Kiibo said happily and you raise your eyebrows in confusion. "Wait.. Wait, you're okay with this?"

Of course he was. Kiibo is the purest thing to ever exist.

Kiibo insisted on your nephew/niece coming over and although you wanted to decline your sibling's request, you accepted.

Few hours have passed and Kiibo grew more excited, helping you clean the house or baking cookies with you.. He couldn't sit still

"Kiibo, just sit down, I can do it myself! It's not like the child is gonna judge our house anyway--"

"I know but I want everything to be perfect!!" He said as he made you sit down. Malewife Kiibo supremacy

After a while of him getting everything done the bell rang and he rushed to the door, opening with a welcoming smile

As soon as you saw the kid, you prayed to not hear anything robophobic. Kiibo would be so disappointed after preparing everything

"Aunt/Uncle Y/nnnnn! You've changed soo much." The kid said, staring at the robot. (F bc Idk the word for non-binary-)

"Oh! Um-" You were about to step in but Kiibo greeted the child with a cheesy smile. "I am not Y/n though, I am their boyfie, K1-B0." Seriously, who teaches him those words??

"Hi hi, K1--" "You can call me Kiibo though."

Before the child got more confused, you took the child in. "Alright! Why don't we head into the kitchen already?" You said, faking a laugh.

Your niece/nephew and Kiibo chatted while eating cookies Kiibo made. And it seems they were enjoying their little talk a lot, the kid was impressed by him being capable of doing many things and she was amazed as Kiibo showed him his features (Not the ones Miu added tho- i) At this point, they totally forgot about you. Your nephew/niece just stole Keeboy.

After eating, Kiibo kept the kid entertained. They didn't completely ignore you, though. You enjoyed watching them as they played.

"Y/n! You are so lucky to have a robot boyfriend, I kinda want one, too!" -Miu approves-

"Hey, since you are a robot, do you have any games on your body as well?" The child kins Kokichi.

"No, but we can play Uno!"

The child beat his ass

By the night time, the kid was exhausted from spending time with Kiibo, and Kiibo was still energetic. He understood why the child couldn't keep up with him.

He wanted to play with them more, but that would be too much to ask for.

He sighed as he covered the little kid with the blanket, you smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek—which was enough to get him flustered. "Y-Y/n, do you think they liked me?"

"They sure did."

You weren't jealous, what do you mean

#kiibo would want to start a family too #but does he even know how human bodies work #anyway that would answer kokichis question #you two can always adopt a child tho #or not #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa imagines #drv3 #danganronpa killing harmony #kiibo #kiibo x reader #keebo #keebo x reader

[briteboy]

it’s been a very long time since i’ve felt compelled to write, but i want to do my story justice in time, and for the first time in a long time i’m feeling inspired and i want to keep this momentum up... i’ve gotten messages about the impact of my story on some of you and that means the world to me, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. i’m reworking a lot of its framework and thinking about how i want it to evolve, but for now here’s a little something i wrote last year for what could hypothetically be the start of santi’s written story, idk. i’m just vibing

One single, nervous thought punctured the stillness as I rose from the hardwood floor to meet the smog and swelter of August: This is home now.

I wouldn’t quite call it happy, but hope was a funny thing in my chest. A swell of foreign, restless energy I couldn’t put a name to. It was the meeting of heart and throat atop a rollercoaster before the freefall, a sting of the sharpest rat’s tail chiles of my youth. This strange hollowness was something I hadn’t felt in quite some time, both exciting and terrifying— so much that it rendered me immobile on the floor, staring up at rectangles of light etched upon the cracked ceiling from the eastward facing window.

This is home now. This is home now. This is home now. Followed by: I hate sunrises. And I did, inexplicably so, gut-wrenchingly so. Yet I always seemed to wake with them. 

I guess I owed it to a number of things, this ripple of daydreamed optimism— the most prominent of which came in the form of good friends and better memories— God knows those were few and far between. Even then, I swore to myself that I’d never take that for granted. That summer had been good to me, those two mindless months of salt and sweat, pretending life didn’t exist beyond the grey shores of Rockaway Beach.

It was Gianni’s idea to rent the house out through July. ‘House’ was a generous term; it was more of a glorified shack, really, with its single bedroom, slate blue shingles corroded by sea spray, broken down boat junking up the backyard. The kind of rental you see described as ‘cozy’, whose only charm is that flushing the toilet is always a gamble. The shed next to the boat had supposedly been renovated into a pool house despite the lack of a pool. It was a laughable excuse for a homestead, but I slept there on a paper-thin cot with the spiders and mosquitoes, just glad that I wasn’t bumming off someone’s couch for once. On the nights that left me restless and trembling, I found myself wedged between my two best friends in the one bedroom like a kid who’d had a bad dream.

It was just the three of us, because wherever Gianni went, Rooney went, the two of them rendered inseparable ever since their chanced meeting in Gianni’s hometown. Eighteen and newly confronted with the horrifying reality of impending adulthood and What the Fuck Do I Do Now Syndrome, Rooney’s most frivolous manic episode to date had led her to Naples and straight into Gianni’s heart, like something out of a foreign film. She left with an existential crisis and came back with a boyfriend.

He was my best friend first, and I always made sure she knew this. Not that I resented her for it; I loved Rooney and her softhearted presence in the shambles of my life. In fact, she encouraged the closeness between Gianni and I in her own spritely, teasing way, even the jokes about us being husbands. She almost wanted it to happen, and if I’m being honest, if I was going to marry anyone, it would be Gianni.

Quincey Prep stole our livelihood and exacerbated our mischievous behavior rather than broke it, as all reform schools are wont to do, but both Gianni and I owed it a certain gratitude for bringing us together and forming a bond that could not easily be broken by a five-foot-two baker’s daughter from Queens. But he loved Rooney, so I loved Rooney, and so there were three of us in this beach house that summer, and I don’t remember ever being so happy to be cramped and sweaty and sunburnt.

My new home was a shoebox of a fifth floor walk-up above a dim sum restaurant just off Canal Street, but it was the best thing that had happened to me in the past seven years. 

~

that’s all i have for now lol i forgot i even wrote this...........  i’m going to write more but i don’t have a plan yet...i probably shouldn’t even worry about a Plan rn anyway as i imagine this story is going to have many iterations before it really becomes anything tangible aside from its trajectory on my blog. i have some choker stuff too tho lmk if u guys are interested :~}

#a serious case of the novembers #? #idk #my writing #sure :)

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Is this were I can ask for a HC? I hope it is. Hello~ First of all, I love your writings. I've laughed so hard at a few of them that I got choked with Sprite once. Second, Idk of you wrote anything similar previously, but what would be the Era 4 ghouls reaction if they find you dancing to latin music (salsa, reggaeton, merengue)? I'm from Latin America, and sometimes I just like to blast some of our music, and dance along all evening, so I wonder if they will join you or slowly walk away.

It sure is! That makes me so happy to hear they made you laugh (sorry the sprite thing! XD) I hope you like this!! 

I didn’t stick to one instance, so I went back and forth of why and when the reader is listening to music! But I tried to keep dancing in all of them! 

Era IV Ghouls with S/O Blaring and Dancing to Latin Music

Aether: Anytime you dance or just look happy, Aether is so stricken with adoration. His favorite is just seeing you lost in your world and music. Sometimes you laugh because you catch him staring with a love struck look on his face! “You want to join, Big Guy?” He always says yes! He loves the songs you play and you sometimes catch him singing them when he’s alone. Eventually he asks you to make HIM a playlist he can jam to when you two are apart for work or chores! Aether is also NOT the best dancer, but if you lead he will definitely join you! 

Swiss: No matter what you are in the middle of doing, if you are dancing to music you have just invited him to be your dance partner! Cleaning? Nope, dancing. Cooking? It’s gonna burn cause it’s time to DANCE! Dancing just because? Great, he’s gonna join! Swiss loves to shimmy and dance, but expect him to be a bit goofy. If you actually have training and skill, he DEFINITELY wants you to teach him all that you know! At the end of the day, the ghoul just loves music and getting to be goofy with you! Be careful, because sometimes he gets ahead of himself and might break something by accident! 

Cumulus: Don’t get her wrong, she absolutely LOVES seeing you dance- but she loves CATCHING you dance more! You are never ashamed, or anything like that. You just tend to get lost in your own little world and pretend music video. And Cumulus LOVES to jokingly sneak up on you! She always grins but immediately gives you a cheek kiss before turning up the music. You both always end up having a duet to both sing and dance together! Cumulus loves to lead, even if you are taller than her! But her favorite is when you sing and dance around her like a bird attracting a mate. It works every time!  

Cirrus: She usually finds you practicing dancing after she comes back from rehearsals. At first she just liked to relax and watch you practice. But eventually she wanted to join you and asked if you could help teach her! You were so excited at the thought of FINALLY having a partner learn with you. You both started slow and let her learn. Cirrus already danced on stage once or twice, but she loves having you teach her how to properly move. Cirrus is a fast learner and soon you both get to the intermediate dance moves! She enjoys your weekly practice sessions and even offered to compete if you were so inclined.  

Rain: As much as he loves seeing you have a good time Rain is always more excited for the music!  The moment he hears you blaring the music the water ghoul comes running. Will always ask if you can play his favorite song from your playlist if you could! Rain prefers to do your chores together because of this. He always tells you how everything is way more fun when you got music going! But Rain always ends up getting distracted with wanting to dance with you! You’re the one who always dances but Rain is the one who always ends up singing and trying to air play specific instruments to the song! Either way, you both have a blast when the music starts! 

Mountain: You thought at first that he has never seen you dance around or heard your music, ever. But the truth is he has known about it for months but just lets you go. One day you were i the middle of cleaning and trying to salsa when you screamed, seeing Mountain in the corner just watching you! After getting over the fright your big lug gave you, you ask him how long he’s been standing there! Mountain admits whenever you dance around he likes to watch you. When you ask WHY he never says anything or joins he sheepishly admits that you always look so happy and doesn’t have the heart to interrupt! 

Ember: It’s honestly his favorite sight to see! But even though he finds your dancing adorable and your choice of music excellent... there is his absolute need to fuck with you that over rides his appreciation. EVERY. TIME! Ember will watch you for a few minutes to enjoy how happy you are before taking over your music device. Suddenly your music is changed to heavy metal! You look back to see a grinning Ghoul stick his tongue out at you! His favorite is when you jokingly chase him out of the room.  

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #reader insert #fluff #era iv #era 4 #Nameless Ghouls #ghoulettes #aether #rain #swiss #mountain #ember #cumulus #ciirrus

[syrups-edit-corner]

Welcome to my edit blog!

Welcome! I’m mod Kokichi! And I’m the only mod on this blog! So I’ll be handling all the requests for now, let’s hope I don’t get overwhelmed like last time

You Might know me from my previous edit blog, Proship-Kokichi-Edits, well that blogs in the void now, sooo thanks tumblr. But my new profic blog can be found over at @catboy-syrup, and any writing requests can be sent to @syrups-fanfic-cafe​, I’m Also Mod Stare over at @spookyscaryships​. My icons for questions are made by @/proshipping-edits and Myself

But anyways, please read under the cut before requesting!

About Mod Kokichi

Just call me Kokichi or Ko

I am adult, freshly turned one Nov. 9th

Any pronouns (except she/her), ??? Gender is a fuck rn so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Profiction, anti’s harassment. I don’t care if your proship or anything like that, if you harass someone, you are an asshole and I will block you on sight.

Severely neurodivergent, system of 100+.

I Like to do edits and stuff for fun, this is simply a hobby that I do in my spare time when I want to.

Kokichi is my main comfort character, which is why I went with him as my muse

I will do things not on the whitelist, but whitelist is basically priority/special interests. Meaning you are 100% allowed to request things that are not on the whitelist!

Please don’t put uwu in your asks unless it’s a pun of a characters name, it makes me uncomfy

And please, if you are gonna request multiple ships at once, put them in separate ask. I’m fine with you requesting multiple things in one ask if it’s for one ship, but if you wanna request separate ships, put them in different asks. It helps me keep track of what requests I have and haven’t done.

Any NSFW requests will be tagged with “Minors dni” cause I don’t want people whining at me in my inbox

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What I do

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Will also do pride themed requests (including mogai/xenogenders!)

Pride flag color picks (Basically you request a flag and a character and i’ll edit the flag to have colors picked from that character)

Putting this hear sense people won’t stop asking the same question: I WILL LITERALLY DO ANY REQUEST SO LONG AS IT DOESN’T VIOLATE THE BLACKLIST, YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK ME “do you do requests for [blank]” I WILL LITERALLY JUST SAY THE SAME EXCATE THING EVERY SINGLE TIME. If I don’t want to do a request, I will let you know then, but for now, if it’s not on the blacklist, just assume I’ll do it. Only exception is if you’re not sure something fits the blacklist or not.

What I Won’t do

Stimboards (idk how tbh, though I want to try them out sometimes)

Drawings/doodles (stressed me out a bit last time)

Headcanons/imagines (go see my other blog for those)

Whitelist (includes fandoms, characters, etc) (aka what requests I’ll prioritize/get excited for)

Obey Me! Shall we date?

Cookie run

Danganronpa (all games + udg)

Sonic Series

New grounds/old flash games (Mainly Pico’s school)

Madness Combat

Fnaf + Fangames

Friday night Funkin (+Mod characters)

Sr Pelo’s spooky month

Creepypasta

Any sort of object show (especially bfdi/bfb, II, or object terror)

Huniepop

Boyfriend to Death

Welcome Home

Kokichi Ouma from DRV3

Nagito Komeada from sDR2

Woody from BFDI/BFB

Four from BFB

Cherries from II

Yin-Yang from II

Trowel from Object Terror

Au’s (soulmate, apocalypse, and experiment aus are my faves)

Yanderecore

Emocore

Lolita

Gore/gorey themes

Any dark or problematic themes

Age gap ships

Crossover ships in general

Any ships found on this list!

Blacklist (most of these are solely cause they’re triggers)

707, V, Rika, or Rika’s cult from Mystic messanger

Any of Yoosungs bad endings

Parasites

Paranoia themes

Guys named Alex

Spiders

Brain injuries or anything related

Heavy religious themes

Any themes that could be considered generally unsanitary

Radiodust (Alastor x Angel Dust)

Whitrol/Wharol (Carol x Whitty)

Romantic Selfships involving Garcello (Fnf Smoke ‘Em Out Struggle mod), Tabi (Fnf vs Ex Mod), Agoti (fnf Vs Agoti mod), or Tankman/Captain (Fnf/Tankmen series) (they’re too much of comfort characters for me, platonic/familial selfships and romantic canon x canon is still ok though)

Romantic Sarv x Ruv, Mint Choco Cookie x Cocoa Cookie, or Whipped Cream Cookie x Dark Choco Cookie (platonic ships of these pairings is 100% a-ok!)

Any romantic ships involving Ryuji Sakamoto (Persona 5), or Raspberry Mousse Cookie (Cookie run). (Platonic is ok!)

AloeCy/Aloe Cookie x Cyborg Cookie (Cookie run)

RPF or any content of irl people (just a personal discomfort)

Live action characters played by minors (specifically live action tv shows and movies) (Minors played by adults are ok, animated minors voiced by minors are on thin ice but I'll allow it)

Anything made by J.K. Rowling

Do not Interact

Anti’s/fanpol/you harass people in general

Support/participate in cringe culture

Anti-furry

P-doph-le/MAP/NOMAP or support any of them for any reason

Support harassment or cancel culture

Support irl inc-st/abuse for any reason.

you are an ‘irl yandere’ who participates in harmful/toxic behavior. I believe being an irl yandere is fine, but never do anything thats actually harmful to yourself or other people.

That’s about it! Welcome to my blog, and feel free to request anything that’s not on the blacklist! Also very sorry if I deny your request, I sometimes forget to put certain things on the blacklist, so that’s my fault mostly kdhdjjfjdjfk

#pro ship #proshipping #anti anti #pro ship safe #pro ship blog #mod Kokichi #request blog #edit blog #tw yandere mention #tw yandere

[annabethy]

Okay so idk if you're taking requests but we don't talk enough abt the fact that percy was jealous of luke too so can we please get a jelly percy drabble from your marching au because annabeth was worried about him in college but like what about him leaving her? Also your writing is god tier

jealous percabeth!

Percy whistles in appreciation, wrapping his arms around Annabeth’s waist from behind. “Damn, girl.”

Annabeth turns her head and elbows him fondly, turning around in his arms to give him a quick kiss. Percy tries to hold it for a bit longer, but she pushes him away after a few seconds with a sweet smile.

“I know I’ve only seen you in this uniform, like, a million times, but it just keeps getting better and better every week,” Percy says. “Drum major fits you.”

“Mh-hm.” Annabeth tilts her head, blatantly scanning him up and down. “Says you.”

“Oh? Are you saying my uniform gets you going?” he teases.

“I’m saying it makes you a little less ugly than you normally look,” she says. “Why do you think I started dating you in the first place?”

“Because I’m your best friend and you love me.”

“Because you were drum major and I loved competing for you with the other girls,” she corrects.

Percy sniffs. “I see how it is.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes, wrapping one arm around his neck to pull him in for another kiss. She holds this one longer, and Percy can’t help the smile that forms on his lips as she does so.

“You know I love you,” she says, muffled against his lips. “Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not silly,” he protests, pulling away when he hears Chiron yell at them from somewhere over his shoulder, saying something about not wanting any band babies. “Would a silly man go get you skittles from the concession stand during break?”

“Not a silly man at all,” she says, playing with the silver sash on his uniform. “Unless you only get me skittles and not a sprite.”

“And to think I was going to let you conduct fourth quarter,” Percy laughs, looking over her head as someone dropped an instrument down the stands. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

Percy nods and places his hand on the back of her neck to drag her head closer and press a sweet kiss to her forehead before he turns around to stalk to the mess of band kids.

He was a man with a mission, dodging around the students at the football game. He was a bit surprised that there were so many people there this time, but he plows through them, wanting to get back to Annabeth before third quarter ended. The lines of the concession stand were long, and he stood there impatiently, shifting from one leg to the other. He genuinely believes that there should be some rule that seniors get to skip the line because right now, it was just filled with a bunch of freshmen who thought going to football games would get the seniors to notice them.

Well, he supposes it did, but not in a good way. More of a I-want-to-throw-this-fourteen-year-old-in-a-trashcan kind of way.

By the time he finally had the sprite and skittles in hand, it was almost five minutes later, which left him only fifteen minutes of a break before he had to be back on the podium.

He hurriedly approached Annabeth from behind, a wide grin on his face because let’s face it — he was kind of in love with her — but he stopped in his tracks when he noticed a guy standing tall in front of her. There was an uncomfortable feeling building in his gut as he took in the way the unfamiliar face looked at her. Percy stood out of her sight for a few more seconds, trying to control whatever was bubbling under his skin before he made his presence noticed.

“Hey,” Percy says lightly, glancing at the guy before turning to Annabeth. “Who’s this?”

Annabeth’s face falls at his tone of voice for a split second, and if he didn’t know her as well as he did, he might not have noticed at all. “Oh, uh— this is Ethan. He’s the drum major from the other band. Ethan, this is our other drum major Percy.”

Alarm shoots through Percy as he notices that she didn’t say boyfriend.

Ethan sticks out a hand in greeting, but Percy just stares at it, unaccepting. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he was being irrational, but right now, all he can think about is how much he hates the way Ethan is looking at her.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Ethan says, retracting his hand awkwardly. “You guys had a great show. You’re definitely going to be getting a superior at MPA.”

“Thanks,” Percy says shortly, trying to stifle the fire inside him. Ethan’s eyes were still on Annabeth and that needed to end now. “We’d say the same, but we weren’t actually watching your show.”

Annabeth blinks at Percy, surprised. “Well, I was paying attention and I thought you guys did amazing,” Annabeth clarifies.

Percy sees red. “You weren’t watching their show,” he says with a tight smile. “We were sitting in the back messing around the whole time, baby.”

Ethan’s face falls and Percy feels a twinge of victory. “Are you two dating?”

“We are.” Percy’s arm snakes around her waist as she stays silent. This time, there’s an unreadable expression on his face, but he’s too busy trying to make it known that Annabeth’s his girlfriend that he doesn’t pay it any attention.

“I’m sure your director loves that.”

“Excuse me?”

“Having both of your drum majors date? Sounds like a bit of a mess if you ask me.”

“No one did,” Percy says, a glare in his eyes.

Annabeth’s hand rested on Percy’s back, rubbing in a calming manner. He could tell she was trying to warn him.

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “You brought it up.”

“Actually, you did,” Percy points out.

“Okay,” Annabeth interrupts, turning to Percy. “We should be heading back to the stands.”

Percy doesn’t even try to respond, instead pointedly laces his hand with hers and turning around to stalk off, not giving Annabeth a chance to say goodbye to Ethan. He pretends not to notice Annabeth’s rushed wave over her shoulder.

He had planned on going back to the stands, but last minute, he decides to walk right by it and towards the dark area behind the football field. It takes Annabeth a minute to catch up, and then she’s looking at him, confused.

“Where are we going?”

Percy doesn’t answer. He keeps leading her into the unlit area of the field, treading through some unkept grass. There were no students over here as he brought her behind an empty building.

“Why are you—” Annabeth was cut off as Percy pushed her against the building and settled his mouth over hers.

Percy could still see Ethan behind his eyes, staring at Annabeth in a way he shouldn’t — in a way Percy found repulsive. He tried to forget it, to remember that she chose him, as he kissed her hard, pouring everything into it.

“Percy—” Annabeth breathes against him, her hands pressing to his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. “What’s going on?”

“I love you,” he says instead, his hands travelling down to settle on the backs of her thighs. He bites on her lower lip, worrying it until he catches a little sigh coming out of her mouth.

“You’re jealous,” she notes breathlessly as Percy trails featherlight kisses down her neck. “Why— are you jealous?”

Percy goes back to her lips. “He was staring at you,” he says with one kiss to her lips. “And it wasn’t in a friendly way.” Another kiss.

“You were jealous,” she teases, pausing as his hand palms her thigh. “But we probably shouldn’t do this right here.”

“Are you sure?” Percy reaches behind her to unzip her uniform’s jacket. The zipper disengages silently. “You don’t want my lips on your throat?” His words were punctuated by a sharp kiss to her neck. “My hand between your thighs? Are you sure you don’t want that?”

“We only have five minutes before we have to be back in the stands,” Annabeth protests.

“I can make five minutes work.”

“Percy,” Annabeth gently pushes him away. “We’re in the middle of a dark field during a football game,” she says, and the spell breaks.

Percy steps back to press his hands into his face. This feeling inside of him wasn’t going away, and his brain is on fire. He needs to feel her beneath his fingers, to be reminded that she isn’t going anywhere, but she was right. They were at a school event, and if someone was to catch them — he didn’t even want to know what would happen.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes.

“Hey,” she says softly. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t like that guy,” Percy admits, dropping his face onto her shoulder in embarrassment. “He was looking at you gross.”

“He was being friendly.”

“He wasn’t,” Percy says miserably. “We’ve met a lot of guy drum majors, so trust me when I say he wasn’t looking at you as a friend.”

“How was he looking at me?” Annabeth manages, stifling a laugh.

“Stop teasing,” he groans.

Her hand comes up behind him to trace the small of his back. “I’m not teasing you. I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking that he was staring at your boobs, and I wanted to punch him.”

Annabeth does laugh this time, and he pinches her side. “I love you.”

“You’re making fun of me,” he says. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“You wanted to have sex in the middle of an empty field during a football game,” she points out.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were jealous,” she says again.

“I was jealous,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be jealous or sorry. You know why?”

“Why?”

Annabeth brings Percy’s face to look her in the eyes. He feels a warm feeling race down his neck as she gazed at him softly. He can feel a calm breeze blowing through the night sky, ruffling his hair. The moonlight shines on her blonde hair, making it look silver in the dark, and it feels nothing short of perfect.

“Do you remember what you said to me on senior night?”

Percy smiles, remembering their first night together. “What did I say?”

Annabeth squeezes his forearm, knowing very well that he remembered. “You said that we were forever. You’re not getting away from me so easily.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

“You did, and I believed you.”

“Good, because I meant it.” Percy leans in close so he could see her individual eyelashes and smell her clean hair. “Forever.”

And he really likes the sound of that. He can see himself in five or six years with a ring for her, and in a decade with a kid or two. He can see a family with her — a future with her — and he knows that no one person who probably plays trumpet is going to change that.

“You’re stuck with me,” she whispers, leaning closer and breathing slowly.

“That’s not a bad thing at all,” he says, closing the gap between their lips. Finally, the thought of the other kid is not on his mind. The only person he’s thinking of is Annabeth, and he may only be eighteen with barely any wisdom about the world, but this sure does feel like forever.

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percy and annabeth #my writing #anon #asks #luke will come into play later on ;) #also i always write while distracted as heck so go easy on me #also validate me please🥺 #marching band au

[yikesharringrove]

oh god okay feel free to ignore this if you want, idk? but um ive been really struggling with eating lately (like i just kinda panicked about the thought of eating?) and you're really good at writing all this kind of stuff so maybe billy struggling with eating after starcourt (for medical and mental reasons) and steve helping but still bring gentle and encouraging (totally okay if this is a sensitive for you or if you don't want to write it 💕)

This is pretty heavy.

Under the cut for medical stuff, disordered eating, talks of throw up (nothing graphic), me projecting.

The first bit under the cut is my medical story, so skip that if you would like.

Read on Ao3

-

So, oof. A little background. I spent three years misdiagnosed when I was young. I was so sick and in so much pain (one of my organs had literally died) that I couldn’t eat. If I did, I was in such severe pain I would throw up. I was 5 feet tall and weighed 62 pounds. If I had lost 2 pounds, I would’ve had an intestinal feeding tube. The doctors thought I just had an eating disorder from doing ballet. They would look at my chart, see another chronic illness I have, and blame my pain on that. They found what was wrong BY ACCIDENT and fixed it within a few hours in one (1) surgery.

So this is based largely on that.

-

He pushed the mashed potatoes around the plate.

“I thought hospital food was supposed to be like, bad. This is pretty alright.” Steve had wolfed down the plate he had gotten himself, not paying much attention to how the plate he had brought Billy was still full.

“Yeah. It’s okay.” He had taken one bite.

He felt fucking sick.

The thought of food, of something in his sore stomach, made him want to hurl.

“You’re not eating?” Steve’s eyebrows were scrunched up, concerned.

“Don’t feel too good.”

“Would something sound better? I could get you whatever you wanted.”

“Um, just like a ginger ale or something. Then I’ll try eating again.” That was his go-to. Ginger ale or Sprite, the carbonation helped his stomach enough that he could force some food down for a while.

Steve got him a few cans from the vending machine.

He ended up taking three bites of potato.

-

Steve made dinner when he finally got to come home.

They had decided he would move in with Steve, “live” in the bedroom across the hall, but they both knew he would be spending the most time in Steve’s room.

He had just made buttered noddles, nothing that would be hard on Billy’s weak stomach, but he had made the noodles from scratch.

And Billy was just staring at them.

“You feeling okay?”

“Just, uh, you know. Stomach’s kinda off.” Steve got him a can of ginger ale from the fridge, slid it to him with a bright smile.

The gesture was sweet, but Billy just didn’t want to risk it.

Every night he spent heaving into the toilet, it made his muscles seize and hurt. It made his throat burn for hours, made him feel like he was wasting away to nothing.

-

He always used the same hole on his belts.

He knew it was the right one from the way the leather was stretched a bit, the buckle leaving indents on it.

But that was too big now.

Did nothing to hold up his pants.

His pants that used to fit.

He tightened his belt.

Two notches. He was two notches thinner.

-

Billy could hear the blender when he woke up.

He was curious as to what Steve was doing, what the fuck he was blending up.

He came downstairs, found Steve with grocery bags all around the kitchen.

“Hey! I’ve been doing some research.” He poured the thick smoothie into a blender. “I think this might be easier for you to eat and keep down. There’s protein powder and some ginger, that should help keep your stomach calm, and spinach and some fruit and stuff.” Steve was fidgeting with his hands.

“Thank you.” Billy sat down with it.

Steve let him take his time, let him drink it in tiny sips.

He was about halfway through when he threw it all up.

-

Billy hadn’t eaten in two days.

But he also hadn’t thrown up in just as long.

Steve poked a plate of plain toast towards him.

Billy stared at it.

Steve sighed.

“Will you just, take one bite? For me?”

He took the smallest bite he possibly could.

Steve let him wait ten minutes before he pushed the toast back towards him.

They continued that until Billy finished the toast, waiting a while between each bite in order to make sure it wasn’t on it’s way back up.

He kept it down almost the whole night, until the pain in his stomach flared again and he was heaving into the large mixing bowl Steve kept next to the bed.

-

Billy was laying on the bed, curled into himself, clutching his stomach.

Steve had been behind him almost all day, rubbing his back, talking in a low soothing voice.

He left when there was a pounding on the door. He left the door open, Billy could hear Max’s voice.

“Jesus, Max. You’re a mess.”

“It’s, it’s raining. And I fell.”

“Why were you skateboarding in the rain?”

“I um, I remembered, whenever Billy felt sick, he liked eating lime popcicles, and I went to Melvald’s, and I got some.”

She sounded hysterical.

“Alright, thank you, Max. Thank you. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He heard them coming up the stairs, going into the bathroom on the landing he kept the first aid kit in.

They were in there for a while before Steve came in, talking in that soft voice he always uses.

“Billy, Max is here.”

It felt like a feat for him to roll over.

Her knees were bandaged up, and her face was splotchy.

“Hey, Shitbird.”

“You look like shit.” He huffed a laugh.”

“Feel like it, too.” Her lip trembled. He didn’t want that. “Hey, thanks for the popcicles. Can I get one? Lime, right?”

“Yeah. Lime.” Steve helped him sit up, gave him one of the popcicles.

It tasted good, and the cold was nice on his throat.

And he even kept the whole thing down.

-

Steve was standing next to Billy as they waited for the doctor.

He had lost nearly thirty pounds since he’d been home. His muscle was nearly entirely gone.

“Steve, just, play it cool.”

“I will not.” He had his pissed off mom face on, and Billy knew he had no qualms about yelling at a doctor.

“Steve, this is just, my life now.”

“No. I refuse to accept that.”

“You yell at Owens every time we’ve come in for the past four months, Steve.”

“And I’m gonna keep yelling until shit gets fixed.”

There was a rap on the door before Dr. Owens let himself in.

“You need to help him.” Billy huffed as Steve started in immediately.

“Um, good morning to you both.” Dr. Owens looked between the two of them.

“Billy can’t eat without throwing up. Look at him. He’s fucking wasting away.”

“Steve-”

“No. I can’t take it anymore. There is something fucking wrong. It is your job to fix it.”

Owens’ eyes were wide, Steve was on a roll.

“Every day, every day he can’t eat anything. He won’t because he’s in pain, and he’d rather not eat than throw everything up. And you need to help him.”

Owens was quiet.

“Let’s run some tests.”

-

Billy was in imaging within a few minutes. He had an x-ray done of his abdomen, and Owens ordered several blood tests.

They were in another room, Billy was having an ultrasound done of his entire stomach.

The tech was looking at his intestines, finding everything normal.

“Look, you’re already doing all this, can’t you just kinda, poke around?”

“I’m not sure-”

“Just kinda,” Steve made a vague wiggling gesture around Billy’s stomach.

She gave him a look.

But she sighed, moving the wand up his body.

“Huh?”

“Wait, what’s huh?”

“Um, excuse me.” She left in a hurry.

“Wait, you think they found something?” Billy’s eyes were side.

“If they did, and I was right, you’re never gonna hear the end of it.” Billy rolled his eyes.

The tech returned with an older woman, pointing at the screen and discussing in low voices.

And then the doctor was leaving again, and the tech was wiping his stomach.

“So, we’re going to prep an operation room. We’re going to have you in there as soon as we can.”

“Wait, what?”

“His gallbladder is infected.” Steve was fucking grinning when he turned back to Billy.

“So, I was right?”

“Steve, read the room. Surgery.”

“Oh, fuck.”

-

Steve was biting his nails.

The chairs in the waiting room were stiff and uncomfortable.

They were given the run down. Billy’s gallbladder had become infected. Probably due to the traumatic situation of his injuries and the many surgeries it took to put him back together.

It was almost completely dead inside his body, causing severe pain and all the vomiting. The doctor had explained that his rapid weight loss had probably only hurt it more.

They said it would take about two hours to remove.

Steve had been staring at the large clock as the two hours clicked by.

It was creeping up on two and a half, and he was getting fucking antsy.

He scrambled to his feet when a nurse called him back.

“You family?”

“Yeah, I’m his brother.” It was easier to lie. He needed to see him.

“He should be waking up very soon. It’s easier if there’s family. His surgery went well, the surgeons were able to remove his gallbladder with no other complications. He may be in pain and delirious when he wakes up, put that will pass, and we can give him more medicine if he needs.” They had stopped in front of a nondescript door.

Steve let himself in, taking the seat closest to Billy’s bed, taking his hand. His eyes were already blinking slowly. He smiled softly when he saw Steve.

“Pretty,” his voice was soft.

“Hey, Baby. I’m right here for you.”

“Thanks for, thanks for fightin’.” Steve smiled back at him, running a hand through his hair.

“Of course, Bill. I’ll always fight for you.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Billy smiled again. “You feelin’ okay? Need more meds?”

“Nah. Feelin’ good. Feelin’ high.”

“Yeah, they gave you the good drugs.”

“Good drugs.” He laid back in the pillow, his eyelids looking heavy.

“Go to sleep if you’re tired, Bill.”

“Don’t wanna. Wanna see you.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Steve kissed his hand.

#i was literally so skinny the doctor found out i had slight scoliosis just by me like standing there #yikes writes #tw disordered eating #tw eating #tw eating disorder #tw medical anorexia #tw throw up #tw vomit #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve harrington x billy hargrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove ficlet #harringrove drabble

[potatotrash0]

Please I’m begging you, I need your opinions on the 10th anniversary outfits, partially because my brain fell out of my head once I saw

Ponytail Komaeda✨

But also because I’m in LOVE with so many outfits. I also wanna roast some of them because yikes.

DJDJKEFJ YOU ENABLE ME..........i’m putting this under the tag because i talk a lot and this includes just about as many people as i have an opinion on.......which is a lot skfjskhfjd

Listen someone in Chunsoft looked at the fandom and decided to throw us a bone because they really made each antag look like a hot piece of ass. Byakuya with his big rich bitch coat, Kokichi with his swept hair, Ko with his pony.......they had no right to make them look so hot tbh

Also I love that for the first few days, the Komaeda tag was just full of us freaking out over Ko’s pony. One brain cell, I tell you. Komaeda fans collectively saw him and frothed at the mouth skfjdkfj.......

Okay I NEED to talk about the protags bc my god did they do them dirty.....Saihara’s dirt color suit? Hinata’s piss colored one??? Disgusting. The filter doesn’t help at all because I clearly see Hinata’s suit being white or off-white in the first one with only the protags and supports but SAIHARA???? He was done dirty since the beginning and I’m appalled that they would do that to my boy especially when Kaede and Makoto are right there in perfectly good outfits.

Real quick can we talk about Akane because she is GORGEOUS????? Also Peko!!!! Fuyuhiko you lucky bastard......

Sonia and Gundham??? Muah. Love his scarf, her ponytail, they’re snazzy dates. Also the Devas having lil baby ties on 🥺💘💓💗💞💗

I’m actually personally offended that they didn’t show Ibuki’s whole dress because she looks great already and I’d pay to see her in a dual tone ballgown.

So according to my friend, Souda looks like a neon Leorio and honestly I don’t think I could put it better. He’s even got the tiny grandpa glasses......like he makes them work but still. Grandpa glasses.

Miss Mahiru.........beautiful.....idk what’s up with her headband but I love her dress enough to let it slide.......Hiyoko isn’t in this shot but she looks adorable.......my only complaint is that they aren’t matching........

I like to call this screenshot “Girls 💓💖💕✨”

Celeste looks.....absolutely gorgeous.....I deadass just stopped everything to stare at her when i first saw her tbh her power is immense......Chunsoft give me her full sprite edit now you cowards >:/

Aoi and Sakura!!!!! They’re gfs your honor!!!! I like to think Aoi helped Sakura do her hair before the dance......though I do personally believe Aoi would have rocked a suit but know what she’s beautiful it’s fine

TOKO!!!!!!! I wanna see her hairstyle cause that’s either a bun or a single braid and either way I’m begging you to let me see my wife...............

Can. We talk about Junko. Please. I’m. In love with her........she might commit atrocities but god is she hot........haha........please kiss me—

Teruteru’s lil hat is adorable?? I know I don’t talk about him much but he’s actually very cute here I’ll give him that. Also there’s Hiyoko she’s very pretty.....

CHIAKI AND KYOKO........ACK........be still my heart..........they’re beautiful I want to kiss them and be their date please. Chiaki with buns and Kyoko in a ponytail is everything. I’ve never been more in love with them skjfhfrjgdj

also MIKAN!!!!!!!! ACK SHE’S SO PRETTY......mmm, I am a little bothered that they gave her.....that, idk, instead of a normal jumpsuit because she would have looked drop dead gorgeous without being given something that I feel would probably make her uncomfortable but know what whatever. Maybe I’m nitpicking. She’s still rocking her outfit and looking happy and that’s all I want for her.

I’m so sorry for Leon stans because that suit is literally the most atrocious thing I’ve seen ever. Purple and orange plaid with HIS hair????? Disgusting. I’ve never been more repulsed by one man. He and Saihara got dressed together change my mind.

Miss Kirumi.......kiss me........she’s gorgeous and I want her to rock these kinda outfits more please she deserves it

Miu’s outfit makes her look like an instagrammer or something and honestly good for her, wear those sunglasses inside like the extra inventor you are babe 💖

Chihiro.......I mean they look great but why the leprechaun aesthetic..........very cute though I kinda like it. It’s funky.

Tenko!!!!! Rockin her suit and skirt, very snazzy. The top hat looks out of place but know what, Danganronpa doesn’t draw hats very well in general so I’ll let it slide

...........Ouma move outta the way you’re blocking Himiko skfjskfj. Anyway I like Himiko’s dress too, but I’d probably make the dress navy and blue or something, I think the red/pink/magenta color scheme clashes weirdly with her hair.

Ngl I think Kork and Rantaro actually look okay. The fedoras are. Questionable. But I like to think Rantaro convinced Kork to do it just so they could stand at the entrance when the party started to help hold the doors open and tip their hats, going “m’lady” and winking every time a girl came by. It’s like the only way I can excuse them skfjk

HOWEVER. I can’t forgive Ryoma’s hat because what the hell is that. Did he glue horns to his fedora. What. Huh. Why is that image in my memory now and how do I get it out arghhhhh

Anyway Harumaki!!!!!! My wife.........gorgeous as always queen keep doing what you’re doing.......on that topic, Tsumugi, Angie, and Sayaka also look stunning.......muah

In conclusion all the girls are gorgeous. The guys......hit or miss I guess they do miss huh.

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