#cuz green spilled it lol

[givemebishies]

A small assortment of lidol guys I had sitting on my iPad for a while

#chatterbun #m’art #amogus babies #amogus #among us #among us babies #mogus #among us husbandry #oh and also a guest appearance by #chao #because they’re also just little creatures I enjoy #sonic chao #also #baja blast #cuz green spilled it lol

[duffys-girl]

It’s so easy easy

Warnings uhhh, this is probably so fuckin bad its been in my drafts for months

Not reread for mistakes and smut lol

You looked around, trying to find your sketch book as you grew more and more annoyed

“You okay?” You turned around, axl leaned down to be face to face with you

“I can’t find my sketch book and I’m bored and cuz the bus broke down in the middle of no where I’m losing my mind!”

You whined “oh? I’m pretty sure Duff took it”

You looked at him puzzled, before a wave of panic washed over you, you drew Duff, a lot, some where reasons he would ask, or you would ask, but there was other drawings of him, you stood up quickly and ran into the bunks only to hear mumbling, but before you pulled back the curtain there was a clapping sound

Then a groan

Oh god was he- no he couldn’t be everyone was only a few feet away

You peeked in as there he was, dick in hand jerking himself off

You sqeuaked and quickly ran off telling axl

A few minutes later he wondered out of the bunks, he looked like a mess you felt a twinge between your legs, only getting worse when you two made eye contact, did he know?

You continued to talk to slash, til Duff dropped himself on the couch next to you making convo with slash, leaving you there, just alone

After a bit you got frustrated, storming off to another couch, everyone looked at you confused you just laid down on a couch and tried to sleep you shivered a bit but forced your eyes closed, keeping them closed when something warm and heavy was draped over you, warming you instantly, you managed to fall asleep to all the snickering, after a while you woke back up, the bus was back on the road, you looked at what was pushing down on you, a jacket, a leather jacket,, duffs jacket, you flushed and tried to act like you where still sleeping

“I know you’re up” you looked up, the sharp green eyes looking down at you

“I-“

“I know you saw me earlier..”

“…”

He pulled you up and took you to the bunks, and he pushed you onto one

“Duff..?”

“Shh..shh..just tell me stop if you need to me stop..”

“Please don’t..”

He chuckled, pulling your shirt up, kissing your stomach, nipping every so often, making you gasp you reached up for him, tugging on his hair, he let out a small groan and ground his hips into you, hands pulling at loose fabric, until you two where nude, you felt embarrassed, everyone was so close

“Shh..” You looked up at him as he slowly pushed in, his hips rocking back and fourth slowly, filling you up and making you squirm, you gasped softly and covered your mouth

“Good girl..” he groaned, low in your ear and you squirmed

“Fuck..you like that baby?” You nodded, his movements moving faster “words baby”

“Y-yeah I do..fuck..” you mumbled, good enough for him and he left sloppy kisses on your neck, nipping at your collar bone

“Duffy im..im so close” he nodded, closing his eyes and speeding up ever so slightly

You let out tiny moans as you got closer, you came around him, mumbling his name as his speed spilled into you “fuck.. “ he stayed burried in you for a bit, thrusting into you before slowly pulling out, he helped you dress before collapsing ontop of you “fuck..fuck I love you baby” you blushed, you never thought he would think that, you smiled and played with his hair “I love you too” you smiled even wider as he moved around and pulled you closer, his face nuzzled into your neck

“I love you”

#duff mckagan x reader

[metalphoenix]

She Hunk Predictions

Ok so this isn’t as much a prediction as just some funny things I want to happen. Matt just... doesn’t know what the Hunk actually is. No one told him what he looks like. So basically all he knows is the guys strong. He just genuinely thinks the Hulk is just a really big strong dude that occasionally breaks shit. 

One day he’s in court and pandemonium breaks out and Matts just confused because why has my opposing council just grown like... two feet taller??? Everyones panicking because there is a Hulk in the courtroom. He gets his client to tell him whats going on and they’re like “she just turned big and green” I want Matt to just staunchly disbelieve that hulks are green. Like I want that be be a running gag in the show that Matt just thinks people are fucking with him. He can hear that they’re telling the truth but he’s just like no, theres no way. He thinks either his senses are fucked up or people have found a way to lie to him. It doesn't matter how many times Jen tells him she's green he just won’t believe it.

Also I need Jen to 100% know who Matt is because, like Deadpool, she can break the fourth wall. But Matt doesn’t know that she knows till she mentions it and he just freaks out because holy shit who spilled. He tries to lie about it and she's just like sure dude.

Jen walking into the court house and the camera pans to Matt who is opposing council. The frame freezes and Jen narrates “This is Matt Murdock. He is a damn good lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen. Matt lives and breaths justice so much that he willingly goes out at night dressed in red leather (I know kinky right?) to beat up bad guys. I am not like Matt Murdock. I just wanna help by being a lawyer. But now I have to be a super hero” (cuz if I understand correctly she is kind of resistant to being a super hero at first?)   

Kind of in tandem to the last part I need Jen to break the four wall around Matt and Matt to just be... so confused. Who is she talking to??? Is someone there? Are they disguised from my senses? What is going on?!?!

Honestly I just want Jen to aggressively befriend Matt who is just literally perplexed the entire time. I feel like they could have such a good dynamic! 

(lol sorry if this is all a little disjointed, its all from different conversations I’ve had with a friend that I tried to condense into one post. Also @marvelvibess  may have come with some of this stuff so credit to them)      

#matt murdock #jennifer walters #she hulk #daredevil #she hulk attorney at law #funny #matt is just confused

[jessi4fanfics]

TROLLS HOLIDAY OF HAVOC: Part Two (also long lol)

AGAIN THIS IS LONG FOR TUMBLR FANFICS! Here's the link to it on Wattpad if you need it!

"But, what if she gets asked by a COMPLETE STRANGER to go to the dance?" Clay asked outloud. "Maybe I should ask her just so that doesn't happen."

"Then go ask her." John was still on the couch, just this time he had a sleeping mask over his eyes.

"Okay, you're right! I'll go ask her!" Clay stood up then stopped. "But what if I ask her and she thinks I like her?!! WHICHITOTALLYDON'TBECAUSETHATWOULDBEREALLYWEIRDIFIHAD ACRUSHONMYBESTFRIENDHEHEHEHE!!!" 

"Then don't ask her." John didn't move.

"Okay." Clay sat back down. "But, what if a random guy asks her, and she, being naive, says yes, the guy takes her, they dance, fall in love, decide to date, then he decides he doesn't want to date her cuz he's a jerk, dumps her, and breaks her sweet innocent little heart?!!"

"Then ask her," John grunted. 

"Alright." Clay stood up then stopped. "But what if--?"

"Oh my gosh!!!" John stood up and grabbed his younger brother by the shoulder. "Dude! You obviously want to ask her to the dance! You're just trying to make up lame excuses which you yourself don't even believe! Just go ask her and stop talking to me!!"

"You're right!" Clay took a deep breath in. "This is stupid. She's my best friend. I should just go ask her." He started to march, then stopped again. "But, what if--?"

John glared at him. "Bro, if you say one more word, I'm going to lock you out of the bunker."

Then he flopped back onto the couch, muttering about why he happened to be the one stuck with all these weirdos for brothers.

Clay sighed, then started toward the elevator. There he met Floyd.

"Hey, Floyd," he said, ignoring the 15 bags of groceries Floyd was trying to balance in his hands.

"MMHGDFF," Floyd said from behind the bag closest to him.

"Well, some greeting!" Clay was offended. "That's the last time I say 'Hey' to you!" And he stomped onto the elevator.

As it was going up, he heard a bunch of stuff fall and-- oof, was that glass?

"Darn itttt," came Floyd's voice. 

He must've dropped the groceries.

Clay winced but, deciding John had better stop being a lazy bum and get off the couch, ignored it.

Down below, Floyd sighed and bent down to pick up the glass from the jelly jar he had bought, along with a million other groceries.

"What was that?" Spruce came into view and saw what had happened. "Oh! Here, lemme help." He bent down to pick up the milk carton which had spilled everywhere.

"Thanks. That's the exact opposite of what Clay offered to do," Floyd said good-naturedly.

Bruce chuckled. As soon as they got the mess picked up, he helped him carry the groceries into the living room, where they dumped them on the coffee table in front of John.

"Hey!" John sat up. "You're in my space!"

"Oh, we're sorry, master!" Bruce did a fake bow. "Please accept our forgiveness." 

John gave him an exasperated sigh.

Floyd smiled. "Shouldn't you be off asking a girl to the dance or something?"

"What?" John lifted the eye mask a bit to stare at Floyd.

"He means begging a girl to go to the dance, sorry," Bruce smarted.

"Ha-ha. Very funny." John slapped his mask back on. "As a matter of fact, I could get any girl to go anywhere with me. But I don't get what the big deal is! I mean, Branch already said we didn't need to go, I don't know why everyone all of the sudden feels like we need to go now."

"Jeez, chill, we didn't pressure you, we just asked," Bruce said.

"Rudely," John told him.

Floyd eyed John for a bit. Then he grinned. "There's a girl you wanna ask, isn't there?"

John bolted up, his mask falling off. "Of course there is!! She's perfect, pretty green eyes, sweet soothing voice, but she'd never want to go with me."

"Why would you say that?" Bruce said sarcastically.

Floyd nudged him. He sat beside John. "The only way you'll ever know, John, is by asking her."

"But what if she says no?" John asked, biting the tips of his fingers anxiously. "It'll be the end of me. She'll gossip to all of her friends like what all teenage girls do and--"

"Wait, teenage?" Floyd held up a hand to stop him. "Okay, first: Not all teenage girls do that. And secondly, you want to ask a teenager to the dance?!"

John shrugged. "Yeah. Why not?"

"Why not? Cause you're almost 50, that's why not!!" Bruce spoke up.

"I am not almost fifty...I think." John tried to remember what his age was-- he had lost count. "The point isn't whether or not I'm too old for her, the point is whether or not she'd go to the dance with me. It's not like I'm asking her to marry me or anything."

"He's got a point," Floyd agreed. "It's just a dance."

"Yeah, but with him it's hard to tell what he might do," Bruce smirked.

John glared at him. 

"Ignore him," Floyd said. "John, if you really like her, you should go ahead and ask her."

John took a deep breath. "Okay. Maybe you're right. I'll go and try." He got up and began walking toward the elevator in the slowest way possible.

"Dude, are you okay?" Bruce asked.

"I...Seem...To...Be...Stuck...In...Slow...Motion," John said very slowly.

Floyd got up and pushed him to the elevator. "There. Now, please go, this is hurting to watch."

John sighed. "Welp, it was worth a shot." And he stepped onto the elevator. "But if I die out there-- burn my diary."

"Why?" Bruce said. "It's not like there's anything interesting in it."

John gaped at him. "Did you--?"

"And you're going up!" And Floyd moved the lever, and the elevator lifted.

                                                           ~~~ At Viva's Pod~~~

Viva sang as she folded her laundry next to Poppy. "This is super fun, Poppy. You know, back in Put-Put Village, we never did cool jobs like this! Folding laundry! Wow!"

Poppy raised an eyebrow at her and just smiled. "You're welcome to come over and do mine whenever you'd like, sis."

"Oooh, yes!! Sounds like so much fun!!" Viva squealed.

A knock came at the door.

"Come innnnnnn! Door is always open to anyone!!" Viva sang.

Clay stepped inside. "Hey, Viva. Can I-- uhh, talk to you for a second?"

"Hi, Clay! And sure! It's been awhile since I talked to you." Viva continued to sit and fold laundry, making no move to get up. "So, what'd you want to talk about? Sports? Desserts?" She gasped. "How amazing our siblings are?!!"

Poppy grinned and looked at Clay, realizing what he had meant. "Viva," she whispered, "I think he meant he wanted to talk alone with you."

"Huh?" Viva turned to her best friend, who raised his eyebrows expectantly at her. "Oop. Okay, just lemme fold one more sock-- wait, no, two more! Okay, now just let me fold this dress, then I'll be readyyyy...ooh ooh, can I also fold this shirt?! I haven't folded one yet, then I promise I'll be done. Well, I kinda promise...Oh! Look at this! Can I fold this and then talk to you?"

Clay groaned. This was gonna be a while.

                                                               ~~~Somewhere In Pop Village~~~

Branch had just finished with Poppy and his tuxedos about thirty minutes ago, but not really ready to return back to his chaotic brothers, he decided to take a short walk around Pop Village, maybe get a snack somewhere or something.

He thought about the dance and what Floyd had said. Did Poppy actually expect him to ask? She hadn't said anything about him taking her to the dance the entire time she had helped him with his tux.

He wondered that if he didn't ask her in time, then she might go with someone else! Not because she liked that person more or anything, but just because she was too friendly to lie and say someone had already asked her to go when he really hadn't!

Omigosh, were girlfriends always this confusing?!! As long as he lived, he would never be able to understand the female mind.

He sat down to overthink things even more at a hot dog stand's table, not because he wanted a hot dog but just because he wanted a place to sit down.

"Hotdog, mister?" someone asked him.

He didn't look up to see who. "No thank you."

That troll left, and he was finally able to think again...until thirty seconds later when another employee at the shop asked him again if he wanted a hot dog.

He politely refused again without looking up.

That troll left and lastly. a girl came up to him and patted him on the shoulder. 

"Umm, excuse me? Mister?"

He looked up at her, sighing. "I don't want a hotdog, okay?!"

The girl looked confused. "Uhm...okay? I wasn't implying that you did."

"Oh. Oops, sorry, I just..." Branch flushed. The girl looked to be around sixteen, maybe seventeen, and she seemed to be shaken from his outburst. 

Then, she gave a gasp and giggled, then gave a little dance. "Oh my gosh, are you Branch from BroZone?!!" she shrieked.

"Shhh!" That was always his instinct whenever someone recognized him. Last time everyone in the area found out that someone from BroZone was in the area, he almost drowned to death from an ocean of fans. "Yes, I--I am."

"Eeek!" she squealed. "My name is Hazel, can I please have your autograph?!" She ripped an autograph book and a pen from her hair.

"Sure." He gave her a smile which made her blush. And as he took her autograph book, she began to gab like crazy.

"I always listen to every one of your guys' albums, but last week, when you're newest one came out, I wasn't able to get it because my mom said I hadn't done enough of my chores to earn it, but I was all like, 'Mom! I have a job, I can decide what I get to spend my money on!' and my dad said that I shouldn't fall in love with people I haven't even met before and I told him that I wasn't technically in love with any of you, I just really really really adore all of you, though if I was in love with one of you, it'd probably be you, hahahaha, but that's just if, it's not like I'm actually in love with you or want to marry you or anything!!" She was laughing and fangirling like crazy.

Branch just continued to smile at her, something he had learned, ever since rejoining BroZone, was helpful, especially if you weren't really listening and just wanted to pretend like you were, like he was doing now.

Maybe if I ask Poppy in a casual way, that way she knows I'm planning on going with her and I won't have to worry about it after that.

He handed Hazel's autograph book and pen back to her. "There you are. It was really nice to meet you."

Branch was about to get up and leave-- it was obvious this hotdog place was a bad place to try to think-- when Hazel touched his arm.

"Umm. Heheh, can I ask you a really big favor?" Hazel asked softly.

"Uhh, sure?" Branch didn't know what that was supposed to mean.

"Well," Hazel fidgeted with her fingers, "I know this boy who is gonna ask me to the dinner and the dance, and--"

"Gonna?" Branch lifted an eyebrow. "He hasn't asked you yet?"

"No." She shook her head. "But I know he's going to because he's been staring at me all week, and all the kids in my grade are saying he wants to and has this huge crush on me, which would be so cool if he did, no boy has ever liked me before, it's just taken him a while because he's shy. But he's probably going to ask me later today or tomorrow, I know it!" 

"Oh..." Branch wasn't sure how accurate this "grade gossip" was going to be, but for her sake, he hoped it would end well. "What is it you wanted me to do for you?"

"I've never been to a dance before!" Hazel blurted.

"Oh, that's alright."

"I mean, I don't know how to do it! In the slow romantic style." Her face turned red.

Branch's did as well. "Are you--are you asking me to teach you how to dance?"

"Not just that. I've never been out to dinner with anyone either."

"It's just like eating dinner with your family," Branch shrugged. As soon as he said that, he knew it wasn't true. He ate completely different with his brothers than he did near Poppy.

"That's a lie." Hazel wasn't dumb. He admired that.

"So, you want me to teach you to dance...and to take you out to dinner so you can practice eating out?" Branch thought this was a complete waste of time. "Wouldn't that make you less hungry when he actually takes you out?"

"He's always an hour late to everything, so we'd have plenty of time to practice!" Hazel encouraged. "And it doesn't have to be a meal, just a light snack for practice. I also want to practice talking."

"Talking?"

"Yeah. How do you act on the first date? Do you flirt like crazy, or do you stay shy and quiet and just enjoy the time you have?"

Branch did not feel like he was the one to answer these questions. She should've seen him at his first date with Poppy! He was a complete wreck!

"And why are you asking me to do this instead of someone...ya know, closer to you?" he asked.

"Because...you're super cool! Why else?!" She beamed at him.

"Look, Hazel," he sighed. "You seem really sweet."

"Aww, thanks!"

"And sound pretty smart for your age." 

"Thanksssss😊."

"But I have a girlfriend."

"I know."

Whoa. That was unexpected. Not the fact that she knew, everyone knew he and Poppy were dating, but the way she just seemed to push the fact aside.

"Don't you think I'd rather spend the night with my girlfriend instead of--" ooh, that was the wrong approach.

Hazel didn't seem offended, thank goodness. "Of course! It's only the first hour, though. You can dance with her afterward."

"But, I--" Branch had no words. He looked at her, her face pleading, begging her to do this simple simple thing.

What would Poppy think?

She wouldn't care. Honestly. But could he get himself to tell her?

"Okay. Fine. Sure." 

What was he saying?!

"What time and where should I meet you?"

Stop, stop!! This is the biggest mistake of your life! 

"And hour before the dance starts. No, maybe half an hour. Yeah, and how about right here?!" Hazel suggested.

"That's fine."

Oh my gosh, Branch, you are insane.

"Great!!" Hazel jumped on him and gave him a huge hug. "I knew you were as sweet as the fans say you are!" And she skipped away, triumphantly.

Branch stood there, watching her, wondering what in the world had just happened.

Another employee came up to him. "Sir, do you want a hotdog?"

Branch gave a groan.

                                                               ~~~ At Viva's Pod~~~

They were in Viva's closet. Why, Clay had no idea.

"Is this secret enough?" Viva giggled mischeviously.

"What?"

"You said you wanted to talk to me privately."

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean it has to be a secret." 

"Oh. Darn it." Viva looked disappointed. 

Clay rolled his eyes. "Viva, I wanted to ask you something very important. So maybe you should calm down and be a little serious for a bit."

Viva laughed. "Oh, Clay. You're cute when you talk like that." She patted his shoulder.

He knew she was joking, and it still annoyed him, but he blushed a bit. "Viva, I'm your best friend."

"I know that." She gave him a cute smile.

Suddenly, it was hard for Clay to continue. He was suddenly sweating a lot. Like, a lot a lot. 

"Well, I uhhhh...as your best friend, I want to make sure that you, you uhm...you don't get into trouble."

"You think I'm gonna get into trouble?" Viva raised an eyebrow.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

Get a hold of yourself, Clay.

"What I meant was, as your friend, I don't want anything dangerous happening to you. So I have decided it is my sacred duty, as your friend, to ask you to--" at the last words he faultered.

"As me toooooooo---?" Viva urged, smiling.

"Ask you...I wanted to ask you..." He took a deep breath. "Viva, I would love it if you went to the dance with me."

There! He had said it!

Viva smile grew bigger. "Aww. Clay...that's so sweet of you. And I would totally love to go with you!!"

"Wait, really?!!" After all of that, Clay hadn't really expected her to say yes. Not truly.

"Of course. You're my best friend. But-- the thing is..." she began to fidget now.

"The thing is what?" Oh no, please don't say something terrible.

"I already said yes to Floyd when he asked me."

Clay stared at her. He probably stared at her for thirty seconds straight. 

And, Viva was sure that, once he was done staring, the whole Pop Village heard him scream, "WHAT?!!!!?!?!??!"

#broppy #branch trolls #trolls 3 #brozone #trolls band together #wattpad fanfiction #trolls bruce #trolls clay #trolls viva #fanfic #really long

[asumofwords]

He got them the same necklace… even worse, you can argue Alys’ is even more special/personal cuz it’s made of Valyrian steel and emeralds that match her eyes. Nawwww, that man has got to go lol. Straight up garbage not even worth recycling or composting. Fucking just char his ass. It’s worth the CO2 pollution.

I hope reader recognizes this man ain’t shit and decides to stop wearing all the shit he had made for her. It’d cut him so deep knowing she rather wear plain clothes/no jewelry and not any of his shit. And if he has the audacity to ask why she stopped, I hope she just says “I find I have no desire for such STRONG pieces.”

Fuck him. I don’t even hate Alys but ma’am can keep this loser of a man lol. Please get pregnant and free the reader from having to deal with this bs.

I hope at Jace’s wedding, reader does get the chance to meet Cregan Stark 👀 since they’ll be under the Blacks, I also hope reader is just like “… yeah, I ain’t sleeping in the same room as you, bye.” And spends the entire night dancing with other men knowing Aemond can’t do shit cuz Daddy Daemon is right there lol. And during the whole stay there, every time Aemond retires for the night in his own room ALONE, reader goes straight to the war room to spill all the damn 🍵. Get that revenge tour going, sis!

Fuck up them Greens!

Aemond is such a little shit 😭😭😭

[ceabu]

Hey so. I wonder what ur take is on Kanaya and gamzee (not as a ship) in ur personal canon. Do they dislike each other? Did murder stuck still happen?

that depends on the au.....i dont have one ( 1 ) single canon idea so their relationship differs hmm

meteor gang au - there was no murderstuck there. cant say i thought much about where other characters are ( dont think i will unless someone will ask and i will be forced to pull stuff out my ass on the spot cuz i fucking suck at coming up with background ideas(??) ) so their relationship is good here! gamzee is sober and kanaya is happy for him. she offers him tea whenever she sees him getting the nervous twitches.

green babies au - murderstuck did happen there but the trolls along with the kids figured out gamzee was being mind controlled and succeded in killing calliborn. then they all went through the door and got a new start. karkat and gamzee are raising baby calliope, and kanaya and rose had little babygrub. they usually spend like a day a week together cuz the girls like playing together but there is some kind of tension between karkat and kanaya because back in the game kanaya didnt believe gamzee was mind controlled and didnt really help. she also tried to make some of the others give up because ‘‘ That’s Just How Highbloods Are. We Need To Accept That The Laid Back Gamzee Is Gone. He Is Out Of Sopor And We Have To Put A Stop To Him Now.’’ but then calliborn was defeated. and gamzee came back to them ( to karkat ) and spilled everything that hes been through. karkat kept shooshing him and petting his hair, all the while staring daggers at kanaya. so yeah, in this au things are kinda tense and karkat expects kanaya to apologise but gamzee doesnt care. he wont go out of his way to make friends with her but he can kinda see what she meant. he doesnt like thinking about what happened in the game much. plus babygrub is cute and he likes when he and karkat are asked to babysit

commander♦️subjugglator au - in this au things are kinda complicated lol. they did kill lord english but gamzee was still in the fridge after the battle. karkat asked ( begged ) the others to help him look for him but not a lot of them agreed, and those who werent sure got influenced by those who said it was a lost cause ( vriska, kanaya, dave, nepeta ) feferi was the one who said she’ll help because even tho she and gamzee didnt interact much she still saw him as a friend. they searched for a long time ( karkat on land and feferi underwater ) eventually feferi saw the fridge at the bottom of the ocean and pulled it out. gamzee was not in the greatest shape and it took a very long while for him to get better. ( we’re talking like....A Very Long While ) fast forward ===> feferi became empress and made karkat the commander to her army. gamzee has the whole church at his back and they work together to bring other planets down. feferi gave them a whole planet for themselves which they can rule however they want. now the relationship between gamzee and kanaya......its not great lol. gamzee is upset by what happened but thinks that maybe he would have done the same ( he wouldnt ) but he doesnt like dwelling on things like that. says it was in the past and hes not affected by it anymore ( thats a lie ). karkat on the other hand is very hostile and wont think twice before raising his sickle at her.

#ceabu's asks #meteor gang au #green babies au #commander♦️subjugglator

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

30 days 30 lines #5

Skipped a day, cuz I didn't write anything yesterday. Today I was still editing the same chapter, but I did rewrite a goodly chunk of it. Shame it's mostly full of horrific things that would require a warning, and spoilery to boot. So have some aftermath lol.

"No, please. Please…" he begged. It was too much, he couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't… but he was too weak to even raise his arms to hold Warren back.

The man rolled his eyes as he sat in the chair at the bedside and placed his hand on Serin's side. Warmth penetrated the icy cold of Serin's skin while green light spilled from the man's eyes. Serin swallowed the sobs building in his throat. A healer, this was a healer.

"Not who you thought I was, huh?" the man asked, his eyes slightly unfocused when they briefly met Serin's.

Tears of relief trickled down Serin's cheeks. "No."

#30 days 30 lines challenge

[mackjlee9]

Good morning, Lee! Sorry I didn’t say gn to you yesterday I got busy with packing. Cuz guess who’s ready for a 13 hour car trip to Illinois to help pack up my divorced sisters stuff from her shitty and manipulative husband? This guy….?

Anyway, SEOKIE YOU KNOW WHO LEES CRUSH IS?! SPILL. NOW. And it is true what he said, Lee you respond to asks around the same time, but if you don’t then somethings up.

Also, if I may give a suggestion to your hair dye idea, go with red with orange highlights, or the opposite and do blue with green highlights.

And I loved each and every one of your songs/ poem, they’re amazing. You should def add it to your blog more often.

- 👻

yeah, he knows, but only because he knows me so well, not really beacuse i told him lol

good luck on your trip, 13 hour thats kinda painfull ngl

ive had only red and only blue, but i like your idea, i'll write it down and i'll see what i can find~!! (im gonna have to do it myslef and thats tedious :'])

i have some more, but they're in spanish so i would have to translate them in a way that makes sense and the original idea doesnt get lost, but i will try to post more of them~!!

#.👻 anon

[finch-kid]

hi, 5 (for the ask game)!!

i had a bunch on my old laptop (the entirety of 3 cheers, paramore, green day, foo fighters, and some random misc stuff). but then i spilled water on it while watching a gerard way interview and i've been too lazy to redownload the files lol. honestly i prob will rn cuz i'm traveling soon so ty for the reminder.

i do have these in my local files but they don't work. they're just vids i saved to listen during road trips and then deleted right after.

#ty sm for the ask! #opening my mailbox #lifeless--cold tag

[genshin-obsessed]

I just finished reading every single thing you wrote and dude . GREAT. How can someone be so talented?

Anyway I wanted to know can you write a You die for zhongli and mouche chan ?

Catch-ups! Here we go!! Ngl, I’m a little proud of the one I did for Scaramouche. Also, his alias is Balladeer (like we call Childe, Childe, and not Tartaglia) so I kept that name instead of Scaramouche. Doesn’t matter, I hate both names lol

Others Here | Part 2 Here

RECAP:

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” He screamed, his golden eyes widening in horror. He sprinted to you, wanting to catch you before you fell. He pulled you close to him, tears immediately filling his eyes. He was trembling with both anger and fear as he saw your dwindling light. “H-hey! S-stay with me! Ok, stay with me. Everything’s going to be alright. It’ll all be alright. I’ve got you… I’m here, my love.”

“Zh-Zhongli…” You whispered, looking up at him. You could see the pain and anguish in his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile. “Y-You look s-so ha-handsome…”

“Stop joking, th-this is serious!” He cried out, holding you close as he felt his own soul dwindle along with you. “Do-don’t leave me.” He whispered, looking down at you. “You’ll stay with me, right? You promised you’d never leave, say-you won’t leave me, say it...” You smiled at him weakly, unable to comply with his request. You knew you couldn’t and you didn’t want to lie to him.

“I love you…” You whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. However, before you could, you felt the world fade to black and your hand limply fell at your side.

“(f/n)? H-hey… wait that’s n-not funny. (F/n)! (F/N) WAKE UP! DON’T LEAVE YET! D-DON’T LEAVE ME!” Loud sobs wracked his body as he held you close. An anguished scream escaped from his lips as he felt his own life leave with you. There was nothing of him without you.

Scaramouche:

“HEY! (F/N)!” He screamed, racing towards you. He fell to his knees, catching you and making you look at him. “Don’t you dare even think about sleeping, idiot!”

You could already feel the poison taking effect, as your body started getting heavier and heavier. You could no longer feel the warmth coming from Balladeer, something that you cherished. Where was it? Where was the warmth that often made you feel so safe?

“I-I’m co-cold…” you mumbled watching as Balladeer’s face contorted in pain.

“That’s cuz you got your stupid ass stabbed!” He exclaimed as the tears spilled down his cheeks. Contrary to his words, he pulled you closer, rubbing your arms and legs. As much as you wished it could help, it didn’t. It was utterly worthless. Your eyes were getting heavier, but Balladeer shook you, waking you up. “Hey! Don’t sleep yet, idiot! I still haven’t gotten to yell at you yet!” You could hear him yelling, but the words were drowned out as your world started to melt away.

“I-I lo-love you…”

“Yeah, well I hate you! You idiot! How could you go and get yourself hurt like this?! Why are you so stupid at times?! Don’t you know how much you mean to me?!” You smiled weakly, knowing his insults meant nothing. Although, you did wish he was a bit nicer since you were dying and all.

“C-come on… s-say it back…” You whispered, feeling the last of your strength start to leave. He glared at you as the tears dripped onto your cheek, but the glare melted as he noticed your dwindling strength.

“I love you. I love you so much it hurts, goddammit! I love you so much, the world doesn’t make sense. You don’t make sense, shit, I don’t make sense! There! I said it! I love you so, so, so much! Now come back to me. Please come back to me so I can say it every day. Come back so that I can wake up every morning and smile when I see your face. Come back so I can stop being such an asshole and love you the way you deserved to be loved. Come back so I can make it up to you! Just come back to me!”

Balladeer knew he was screaming at a corpse. But he thought maybe, just maybe, if he cried and begged enough, you might open your eyes. Maybe you’d have mercy on his shitty soul and come back. Maybe you’d come back to love someone like him.

“Don’t leave me…” He wept.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli imagines #genshin zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

[awakenedbythewhispers]

I need bruno madrigal x reader fics

I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I WANNA COMFORT HIM 😭❤️

i even came up with a head canon for a bruno x reader relationship, so the reader and bruno were together before he vanished and he would spill his feeling and visions to the reader as well as go to her when he felt bad that many of community saw them more as bad omens. (I also came up like the reader could be a local tailer who made bruno his green poncho/cape (idk what you would call it but if someone knows pls tell me cuz im dumb lol) and when bruno came to the reader he told her he had to leave and they argued and while tugging on his cape/poncho trying to get him to stay and talk about it, a piece of it rips off and bruno runs out leaving the reader in disbelief and tears as she stares down at the cloth in their hands, tears staining the small bit of cloth. Yearss pass to the events of the movie where the reader occasionally visits la casita and watches Antonio receive his gift brings back the memories of the day that day bruno disappeared. Then we go to the music scene of “we dont talk about bruno” bit and the maribel spots the reader frowning and quietly going back to work. When maribel asks the reader can only give so much information on bruno but not to where he vanished to. Before leaving, maribel hears the reader ask her something, “if you ever find out where bruno went let me know! i never stopped trying to find him..” then we skip thru the whole movie towards the end where when maribel is finally found the rest of the community and reader run to where la casita stood and help rebuild their home, near the end reader and bruno spot each other from far away and the reader runs to him clinging on to him with tears in their eyes while bruno stands in shock. He thought that because of the argument and him being gone for so long the reader wouldve moved on or hated him. But that was far from the truth. “I never stopped loving you mi amor” and bruno has tears in his eyes as the reader shows the cape they were has the piece of brunos cape sewed on to the center in the shape of a heart. Bruno looks shocked as his hand runs over the cloth and begins to cry. The reader also begins crying and they embrace and lean back to kiss each other. Knowing that the love they had for each other never died just like how with the power of love and family bring back not only the madrigals but la casita as well ❤️ ANYWAYS IM A SHIT WRITER SO IF SOMEONE USEs thiS IDEA PLEASE CREDIT ME SO I CAN CRY AND LOVE YOU FOREVER ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#encanto #bruno madrigal #maribel madrigal #disney #movies #fanfic #fandom #casita #romance #love #alma madrigal #pedro madrigal #luisa madrigal #carlos madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH PELEKSJSJENEJJSJE

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Hermit Rivals: Skizz and Logic

this is a bunch of short scenes put together based on the tiny amount of Skizz/Logic content we got in twitch rivals: hermit raiders :D they don’t really blend together very well but i couldn’t figure out how to do it so enjoy anyway lol

…

Waiting in the lobby for the competition to start, LogicalGeekBoy is talking strategy with his team when he feels something poking him in the back. He turns and finds himself face to face with a grinning Skizzleman. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Logic chuckles. “What’s up?”

“I’m gonna beat you,” says Skizz. “I can’t beat Impulse cuz he’s on my team so you’re next on my list of friends I wanna beat.”

“Oho, fighting talk, huh?” teases Logic.

“You bet! You may be one of the smartest people I know but I bet my team can beat you in a fighting-based competition.”

“Okay, you know what? You’re on.” Logic grins. “Forget first place; my only goal is to beat your team.”

Skizz grins back. “Oh, you are ON! You’re not gonna know what hit you!”

Logic laughs as he watches Skizz bound off back to his team. “So easy to wind up.”

“We better beat their team now,” remarks Doc.

Logic nods. “Oh yeah, losing is NOT an option. If he beats me, I’m not gonna hear the end of it for weeks. Maybe the rest of my life.”

On the other side of the lobby, Skizz bounces up to his teammates. “GUYS. We gotta beat Team Doc!”

“Okay, why them, specifically?” False asks.

“Because if I don’t beat Logic now, he’s gonna lord it over me for the rest of my life.”

“Are you sure you’re not thinking of yourself?” asks Impulse teasingly.

“Shut up, I hate you.”

…

“Uh, guys?” Doc’s voice comes over their team comms line. “I don’t want to alarm anyone but I’m currently being attacked by iJevin.”

“What?!” Logic yelps.

“Oh, this is the hermit mob round,” says Xisuma, sounding unfazed. “The waves this time are mobs retextured to look like the players in the event.”

“Well, THAT’s not disturbing at all,” Doc responds wryly.

Logic quickly slices down a mob version of fWhip, before darting around a house to find a lone mob he can see highlighted behind it.

But he stops dead as he registers the mob standing there.

“Oh no…!”

Mob-Skizz immediately starts moving towards him, arms up, trying to reach him to attack. Its movement is clearly that of a zombie but Logic is still frozen, his sword hanging limply in his grip. He doesn’t want to attack his friend.

“Skizz, please, I…! I don’t wanna hurt you…!”

As he backs away, trying to think of something else he can do, he feels his heel catch something and he topples backwards. He looks up to find Mob-Skizz advancing on him, within a few blocks of attacking. His sword is within reach but…

Logic’s rational mind knows this is just a mindless zombie made to look like his friend but he can’t bring himself to strike something that looks like Skizz, even when said thing is attacking him. He strains against Mob-Skizz as it starts raking its claws down his arms and trying to bite him.

Then he hears the sound of a mob taking damage and the pressure is lifted from his arms. Logic barely has time to breathe before he’s grabbed by the hand and hauled to his feet.

“Logic, FOCUS,” Doc scolds him. “We can’t afford to waste time dying!”

Logic watches Doc run back into the fray before taking a moment to inspect his arms. Several long red welts stare back at him.

He grimaces. Come on, Logic… It’s not the real Skizz attacking you. You think Skizz would hesitate to kill a mob looking like you? Get a grip.

…

“Oh no, all the mobs are hermits!” yelps Impulse, almost toppling off the roof of the house he’s perched on. “Skizz, get them towards the pit!”

Skizz immediately takes off running but as he’s luring the hermit-mobs towards the lava pit, something catches his eye. Out of all the hermit-mobs swarming towards him, one particular one causes his stomach to lurch.

“Skizz, let’s GO,” False’s impatient voice snaps.

Blinking himself out of his thoughts, Skizz dodges around Mob-Logic and leads a whole group of them carefully to the lava pit they’ve made. He jumps over and turns back to check it’s working.

And it is; the mobs try to follow Skizz over the opened trapdoors and fall straight into the lava below.

Skizz cheers. “Woo, look at that! It’s working!”

But his grin quickly falls as he spots THAT mob again, falling into the lava pit. He has to catch himself before he yells Logic’s name, as if it’s his real friend sinking into the lava. Mob-Logic is staring up at him with wide eyes, Logic’s eyes, as it dies a fiery death.

Unable to bear it any longer, Skizz takes off running and shuts himself in one of the houses, breathing deeply in and out to quell the nausea threatening to spill out of him.

“Skizz, where did you go?” comes False’s voice over the comms.

“I-I need a moment...!”

Impulse clearly hears the emotion in Skizz’s voice, and he’s known Skizz long enough to realise immediately what’s affecting his best friend. “Skizz, it’s not real,” he says reassuringly. “I know it’s hard but you have to see them as the mobs they are, not our friends.”

“You don’t understand,” whispers Skizz.

He opens his mouth again but he can’t find the right words. How is he supposed to explain how awful the churning in his stomach at the sight of his close friend dying in lava was? The way Logic’s eyes looked back at him as if asking “why would you do this to me…?” How agonising it was to fight against every instinct in his body screaming at him to jump into the lava pit and save his friend?

After a moment, he sighs. Come on, Skizz. Logic’s probably got no problem with killing a mob that looks like you. Get a grip.

…

In the lobby at the end of the round, False is looking at her team captains’ communication line. “Looks like Team Doc’s round is bugged,” she reports.

Skizz is immediately alert; that’s Logic’s team. “Are they okay?”

False nods. “Yeah, apparently the game seems to think there’s two raid guys left but they can’t see anything highlighted and it says zero of seventy-five on the side of their screen.”

“Oh, you’re right,” says Impulse, seeing 0/75 written next to Team Doc’s name on his screen. “It’s stuck on zero. What are they gonna do?”

“Just let the round end naturally, apparently.”

“Aw man,” mutters Skizz. He hopes Logic’s doing okay; he knows his friend has a thing about bugs and glitches.

But down in the village, Logic just wants this round to end. Exhausted from searching for the final two raid mobs their screen says still exist, Logic is morosely gathering up the hay bales from around the village. They had been doing so well. Sure, they weren’t on track to win or anything. But they may have at least gotten fourth or fifth, but now they’ll be sixth by default. All thanks to the stupid glitch. That’s points thrown away that they can’t afford to lose.

“The admins say they’re gonna put us down joint fifth with Team False,” Doc reports after a while. “Two points.”

“Better than one,” Xisuma mutters.

This actually helps Logic feel better. He knows their team can’t win but it would be nice to beat Skizz’s team.

…

Wandering around the lobby, listening to Doc and Xisuma argue strategies over their team comms line, Logic spots a dandelion lying on the floor. He picks it up and, after a quick scan of the area to find a specific person, trots over to the corner of the lobby where Team False are having a meeting.

“-why whatever we face next will be-.” False breaks off as she spots him approaching. “Hey! Logic! Get outta here!”

“Team meeting, man, c’mon,” Skizz, who is sitting with his back to the wall, adds. “Get outta here. Can't be stealing our strategies, dude.”

Logic silently places the flower on Skizz’s knee and takes a few steps back.

As he registers what the item is, Skizz glances up sheepishly. “Oh. Thanks, buddy.”

Logic just smiles. He and Skizz both know he tends to not speak much in social situations involving people he isn’t fully comfortable with.

“Yeah yeah, great, now get outta here,” False says brusquely. “This is our meeting place.”

In response, Logic sits down next to Skizz, looking expectantly up at False.

Impulse and Skizz both snicker at False’s exasperated eye-roll. “Skizz, make your friend go away.”

Skizz nudges Logic in the side. “You heard the captain, bro. We gotta talk strategy.”

Logic’s sad frown almost makes Skizz change his mind on the spot. He gives a chuckle and pats him on the shoulder. “Bro, you know I love you, but you’re not on our team. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

After a moment, Logic nods, stands up, and starts walking away.

Skizz watches him go, then jumps to his feet. “Hold on, be right back,” he says quickly to his teammates.

He rushes after Logic and catches him just turning the corner. “Wait a sec, Logic.”

Logic turns, smiling at his friend. “What’s up?”

Skizz hesitates, then clasps Logic’s hands and presses a small item into them. “Stay safe, buddy,” he says earnestly, before turning and rushing back to his team.

Logic stares after him for a moment before opening his hands to check the item Skizz gave him.

It’s a totem of undying.

…

Logic is perched atop the sky island, firing down on the ghasts from above. Far down on the ground, he can see the figures of Doc and Xisuma taking on the ground mobs. Even though he’s not great at fighting, Logic is far better with a bow than a sword.

A ghast screech behind him causes him to spin round. To his horror, he finds a ghast staring directly at him from less than a hundred blocks away, a fireball already flying towards him. He swings his axe back, ready to try and hit it back at the flying mob, but he mis-hits and the fireball knocks him clean off the island. And it’s only now that he realises he forgot to grab the elytra from the chest.

Logic can’t help a scream as he plummets, hands fumbling for anything he can use to save himself. But he has no hay bales, no buckets of water, no elytra. Nothing except…

His fingers close around the totem of undying JUST before he hits the ground. The loud explosion-like sound and spray of green sparkles lets him know the totem worked. He hurriedly scrambles into the nearest house and shuts the door, breathing heavily.

“Logic, you okay?” comes Xisuma’s voice over the radio.

“Y-Yeah, all good,” replies Logic shakily. “Gimme a second.”

He checks himself down. No injuries anywhere.

A smile spreads over his face. “Thanks for looking out for me, Skizz,” he murmurs.

…

Skizz sits on the stairs leading up to the seating area, absently twirling the flower in his hand. As is the same after every event, his mind is occupied by racing thoughts and ideas of how he could have done better.

“Penny for ‘em?” comes a friendly voice.

Skizz glances up to find Logic coming up the stairs towards him. “Hey, buddy. Nah, you don’t wanna hear about my stupid thoughts.”

Logic sits down next to Skizz. “Try me.”

After a moment, Skizz sighs. “I dunno, I just can’t help feeling that I held my team back. We came last overall and… it was probably my fault.”

“No, dude, I can assure you it wasn’t,” responds Logic kindly. “Nobody held their team back. You’re always gonna feel like that on a team with two hermits.”

“Did you feel like that?”

“Yeah, I did. I always do when I’m in the presence of hermits. It’s only natural, really. You feel like an imposter almost, like you shouldn’t be playing with such esteemed people. Like even your best will pale in comparison to their average. Like…”

As Logic trails off, Skizz glances sideways at him and finds him staring numbly into thin air. “You okay…?”

Logic blinks himself out of his thoughts. “Oh. Yeah, sorry. Anyway, my point is don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“It’s hard not to be,” responds Skizz morosely. “I don’t think I can name a single useful thing I did that wasn’t what False or Impulse told me to do.”

“I can,” Logic says immediately.

Skizz raises an eyebrow. “How would you know? What can I have done that you would know about?”

“You gave me the totem of undying,” replies Logic pointedly.

Skizz stares at him for a moment. “Wait… really…?”

Logic nods. “I fell off the top island in the fourth round. No elytra, no water, nothing. That totem you gave me saved my life. Even if that was the only useful thing you did unprompted in the whole game, which I doubt, it was worth it to me.”

“Aww…” Skizz puts his arm over Logic’s shoulder. “I’m glad I could help you out, brother.”

The two fall silent for a moment.

Then Logic clears his throat. “So… those mobs that looked like us…”

“Creepy as hell.”

“Extremely creepy,” agrees Logic. “It was cool at first but when a mob that looked like you was trying to bite my face off, it wasn’t quite as cool.”

Skizz blinks. “Oh jeez, that sounds terrifying.”

“And painful too,” Logic says, holding up his hands to show off the red claw marks down his arms.

“Wait, wait, what?!” Skizz stares at the wounds in shock. “That was mob-me?!”

“Yeah, it was vicious. Nearly killed me.”

“Oh gosh…” Skizz shivers. “I’m so sorry.”

Logic laughs. “Skizz, it was a zombie retextured to look like you! You have no reason to apologise.”

After a moment, Skizz nods. “I guess. And hey, I had to watch a mob that looked like you get burned alive in lava, so…”

“All in all, a very good round for nightmares, then.”

“You’re telling me.”

Another pause follows this, punctuated by Skizz rising to his feet and stretching. “Man, I’m worn out. Wanna go hang out with the gang before we go home? Say goodbye to everyone?”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’d be very good company,” Logic responds. “I’m pretty tired and there wouldn’t be much point in me being there if I don’t talk anyway.”

“You’re always good company to me, brother,” says Skizz warmly. “Even when you don’t talk.”

Logic can’t help a smile. “Thanks. Okay then, I’ll come along.”

“Awesome!”

As the two head down the stairs, Logic adds, “And you usually do a pretty good job at interpreting for me, anyway.”

“Usually?” Skizz pretends to be affronted. “Uh, I’m AMAZING at reading your thoughts, thank you very much.”

Logic chuckles. “Uh huh, sure. You know what you're NOT amazing at?"

"What?" asks Skizz warily.

"Beating me in a fighting-based competition."

"OKAY LISTEN-."

#twitch rivals #hermit raiders #skizzleman #logicalgeekboy #vaunna writes

[sunlightandsuffering]

Mikasa getting insecure abt her body (smth abt her boobs being too small or her feeling like she looks like a man) and refuses to have sex cuz she’s scared eren might be disgusted by her but when they finally do he’s absolutely whipped and make sure to give her extra praises too🥺

😭😭 bestie Mikasa's boobs being too small??? oh god 😂😂 okay for once in my life I'm going to do this not in a modern AU, look at me go lol. also I was never really sure if they had bras in AOT 😂😂 so like were going with chest wrapping for the purpose of this fic lol.

Mikasa hates her boobs.

She's always hated her boobs, for varying reasons, but right now she really fucking hates her god damn boobs.

They've always been problematic, but this is just icing on the cake.

When she was younger, they'd been nothing but small buds, which was to be expected during puberty, she'd spent endless amounts of time wondering if they'd ever grow, if that's what boys found attractive? If that's what it would take for Eren to see her as a woman rather than as this irritating older sister figure.

When she'd had the time and hadn't been worrying about Eren causing trouble or helping Carla out with chores, she'd fantasized that maybe one day she'd blossom into a beautiful woman and Eren would fall head over heels in love with her. Some ridiculous fantasy all little girls have, that one day when she's older more mature, a far off dream, she'll be beautiful and Eren will be forced to look at her with a wanting eye rather than his usual disdain.

But now, here she is in her far off dream, finally a grown woman, old enough to fight in the military at least and with the figure she'd always dreamed of. Only now it's nothing more than a hindrance, and contrary to her previous hopes and dreams Eren seems to have no interest. Her skills as a soldier interest him more than her breasts do. She glares at her chest in the mirror, trying to bind it down farther, they stick out so much, they're too big and she wants to cry. Her uniforms never fit properly, they give her back problems, and one day she's afraid some sort of wayward projectile is going to hit them, they stick out so god damn far.

It's a sick cosmic joke, where she used to dream of a full figure, the stuff the older women used to talk about, how they'd gossip when she went into town with Carla, she's achieved exactly what she wants to. Now she wants nothing more than to ask Hange how to cut them off, if it's possible, remove them with a scalpel herself.

Yet, the part of her that's not pragmatic and hungering for Eren's affection likes them, she thinks objectively her gentle curves are pleasing to the eye, and she knows even if Eren doesn't seem at all intrigued, other men definitely are. However, this is also the part of her that hates her muscles, despite their use in keeping her alive, she dislikes how bulky they are, how her abs are just as good as Eren's she feels manly.

Basically, Mikasa both hates and loves her body for a variety of reasons, and she's constantly at war with how she feels about it. She huffs as she sits down, taking off her bindings and letting her chest spill free from her top, letting out a sigh of relief as she's released from her constraints.

This is the best part of her day and for a second Mikasa lays back on her bed, topless and boobs out, hands splayed above her, happy to be free from the irritating fabric. She closes her eyes for a moment, letting her guard down for the briefest of seconds, going over today's events in her head, how Eren will never in his life see her as a woman. She lets out an aggravated sigh, he's so irritating, she loves him, she loves him so much, and he's such a stubborn brat.

She nods off a little bit, her exhaustion taking over, so by the time she tunes back into the world around her it's too late. "Mikasa, are you in there, Mikasa!?" Eren's tell-tale calls of her name should have her up sooner, make for a quicker reaction, but by the time she really processes that he's nearby and looking for her the door is already open and her eyes fly up to find the object of her affections staring at her. Well not her, rather her chest, those brilliant viridians are glued to her chest, roving over her figure and she feels hot, exposed as Eren's eyes take on a different gleam she's never seen before. She's quite sure it's desire she sees in his eyes, and well maybe she's a little slower to bring her hands up to cover herself than she should be, she likes that look in his eyes. "Eren!"

His green eyes snap up to meet hers as her hands move to cover her chest finally, and he looks guilty, face flushed and breathing a little hard.

"Umm sorry, we're just eating soon so I thought I'd come get you." "Yeah, okay."

She chooses not to acknowledge the elephant in the room, it's better they just pretend it didn't happen. But her heart is thumping against her chest and she knows she'll never forget it. She moves to grab her discarded bindings, annoyed she'll have to put them on again and Eren finally startles enough to leave the room, shutting the door behind him with a thump and looking altogether to distracted.

She's venting to Sasha about the state of her figure one day in the dining room, cursing away her stupid chest.

"They get in the way all the time, they don't look nice in anything." "Well at least you have some, mine are practically nonexistent." "You can have them," Mikasa responds, "I hate my boobs."

Their conversation is interrupted by a very obvious choking sound and the two girls look up to notice Eren in the doorway holding a snack and looking scandalized. Mikasa wants to die, turning away from him, she's so embarrassed. The 'incident' as she's come to refer to it wasn't even that long, and now he's heard her talk about how much she hates her breasts, what more could go wrong in her life.

Eren leaves before he even enters the room, "I'm just going to go."

He stumbles out and Mikasa buries her head in her hands, why is she so unlucky?

It happens again a week later, when Eren yet again refuses to knock, waltzing right into her bedroom while she's midway through wrapping her bindings and it's enough to shock her into letting out a little shriek.

"Sorry!" Eren quickly turns around but it's a bit late she has to start binding her chest all over again. "Umm, it's okay, what do you need?"

She unwraps her chest, about to start again when Eren takes her sentence as his cue to turn around, which it is definitely not. "Eren!"

"Sorry, sorry, I thought you were done." "No!"

It's quiet for a moment as Mikasa is about to start yet again, for the third time, and then Eren speaks, "Do you um need any help?" Not exactly, but it is easier to do it with someone helping her, she's just used to doing it by herself.

Mikasa bites her lip, she's having particular difficulty today, maybe it's not the worst thing if he helps her. "If you want to, that would be great but don't worry about it, I can do it myself." "No! I'll help!"

Mikasa can't help but think he was a little too excited by the prospect.

She wraps one part of the fabric to cover herself a little bit, holding it in place as Eren turns around. He's all too eager, "Okay what do you need me to do?" "I'm going to hold this piece here, just wrap it, and make it tight, I don't want it to come undone." So that's exactly what Eren does, in intimate silence he wraps the fabric tightly around her breasts, asking every so often if it's too tight, to which she shakes her head. His fingers brush her sides and her nipples harden under the fabric as his hands skim her boobs while he continues to wrap. When he's done they sit in comfortable silence as he uses the clips she gives him to set the wrap. She thinks he'll just leave but to her surprise he looks her in the eye, hands drifting down her sides to fall back to his lap, and making her shiver. "Don't hate them Mikasa. They're really pretty."

He pats her thigh affectionately and tugs at her scarf before he leaves, making her brain explode completely.

#lys's drabbles

[adam-memeleri]

ok you knew this was coming when you reblogged the oc asks hdfjjhbds and i am very sorry but i can't stop myself i need all the knowledge on this man!!!

*RUNS TO YOUR ASKS* ALL OF THEM- ALL OF THE PHYSICAL FEATURES ASK GAME QUESTIONS FOR- FOR CARTER PLS!!!!!!!!!!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️

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okay carter under the cut cuz this is longggg lmao

oc appearance asks

👁 - Brown! A very medium, warm and welcoming brown. The kind that makes people want to spill all their secrets even when he’s frowning. They’re not super noticeable at first, their shadowed by his usually creased eyebrows and the sharp lines that make up the rest of his features. But the wrinkles from laughter in the corners, the warmth of them, the slight shift in colour when the light hits, make it impossible for you to look away once you really see them.

✋ - Definitely rough, but in recent years he’s started trying to use more mosturiser and skincare products in general. There’s a few old scars on his fingers from when he was a teenager, and they’re just generally sun-worn and covered in old marks. But that’s not to say they’re not gentle. He’s very careful with his grip and playing music for years has made him very nimble. His nails are usually pretty short, anything too long and he starts bugging out over things getting stuck under them, even if nothing ever does. And there’s usually some couple week old, chipped nail polish on them from when Marco or Ty manage to get to him.

🦵 - He’s relatively strong. He’s lifted heavy stuff since he was a teenager when stocking at his various restaurant jobs, so there’s some muscle under there. He has a traditional sleeve that he’s always particular about covering with sunscreen, but can’t usually be bothered to do anywhere else. So he has freckles and sun marks on the rest of him. For mannerisms, he taps his fingers to certain songs, running through whatever melody is currently stuck in his head.

👄 - He doesn’t smile much, at least not the kind where you can see his teeth or the little dimple on one side. He’s always trying to hide it, because it’s the most inappropriate or ridiculous jokes that make him laugh, and he doesn’t want to give his friends the satisfaction. He chews the inside of his cheek when he gets nervous, but has been trying to stop since his ex used to get annoyed by it.

👤 - He’s pretty lucky in that he never had bad acne. He’d get a zit here or there, but never had to stress about it. He has a few scars from bad ideas - he seems to be drawn to people that have many of those - and the tattoo sleeve. His skin is pretty dry, would crack when the weather got hot, which was what initially started the skin care, but then he ended up liking how it looked as well as how it felt.

💇 - He changes his hair quite often. Colours-wise, he tends to favour blue, black, and like an ombre to blonde, but he’s done a whole bunch. Different reds, pinks, purple, green, anything Marco has in their bathroom. Style-wise, he likes having it long but out of his face, so cornrows, various braids, often tied back, and he had dreads for a while when he was younger, just hasn’t grown them back out.

🦷 - He has one really crooked tooth that he used to be insecure about, but he started getting over it in his 20s, when he just didn’t want to care too much. He has a lot of coffee stains and somehow always seemed to be complaining about getting a cavity filled, but when he started taking care of his skin he started brushing and flossing more too.

👖 - Short sleeves, tank tops, and ripped jeans. He’s pretty simple. Fashion just never caught his eye the way hair did, and good clothes were always made to seem too expensive, so he found what clothes were comfortable and stuck with it. He has a corduroy jacket that he wears all the time to the amusement of his mates, but he loves it anyway. He has cross earrings that he wears a lot, he just likes the way they glittered, and sometimes Yasmin buys him other pairs. His favourites are this hanging chain type one and a pair of hoops that Ty gave him. He only wears the hoops on special occasions.

👀 - Hair, especially when it’s a bright colour. He’s very particular about it regardless, but bright teal tends to catch eyes lol

🪞 - He’s never put much thought into it. His body is his body, no point getting worked up over it. He was a pretty scrawny kid, and that changed in his 20s, leading to his beloved dad bod. If he cared more about his body, he wouldn’t have gotten anything done, that’s at least how he sees it. But he’s definitely become more confident as he got older and settled more into himself, like in his style and just general demeanor. He’s proud of who he’s become, and he’s become that person with the appearance he already had.

#ily and your obsession with this man adkfsj #asks #carter tenadii #best aries #hope this has satisfied your thirst for now asdfg

[skeletorific]

Okay then, can I please get some good ol cuddlin with Marvus an a short female s/o that has been down in the dumps lately?

Oh now you’ve gone and done it. Marvus is on a one man quest to ruin my life, and what’s worse is, he’s succeeding. This got LONG but here we go!!!

The green rooms of clowntown were never exactly the most hospitable place to hang out. Aside from the usual motley crew of unstable clowns ( no one on Marvus’ team would kill you, necessarily, but that doesn’t mean injury wasn’t a threat when a clown was on a rager), the hygiene of the place left something to be desired. Sweat, spilled faygo, sopor slime usually smeared on the walls, as well as a medley of other fluids you usually didn’t care to think about. Combine that with the odors usually wafting from the concert pits out front and, well…..it took some getting used to, to say the least. You showed up to see him after his concerts when you weren’t busy, but all told, not your favorite locale on Alternia.

Usually Marvus’ dressing room was a bit nicer. In fact you could probably head back there now, but…something kept you rooted to the couch, curled up and facing away from the door. The same as when you’d first walked in and collapsed there a couple hours prior. Mindlessly scrolling through Chittr, barely absorbing what you were seeing but incessantly refreshing. 

You weren’t feeling up to it. That was happening more and more lately. It was odd, like the more friends you made, the more that empty spot inside you seemed to gape. And the harder it was to face it. It was like…how much more could you give? Or not give…devour. That’s what it felt like. Like you were one of those perpetually hungry insect lusii that demanded blood from their charges at all costs. Never satisfied, only in search of the next friendship meal.

And it was starting to burn you out.

That wasn’t the only factor, of course. Lack of sleep. Low seratonin. General Alternian shittiness. Rainy Day Syndrome or whatever the hell you wanted to call it. You were so tired and nebulously sad that all you wanted to do was burrow into your makeshift bed back at the outpost, but you’d done that all morning. Only made you feel worse.

So…..you came here.

Marvus was busy, which is a bit like saying the sky is gray or a tealblood loves justice. Its one of those immutable facts of nature that hardly bears repeating. But you came anyways. Because coming here, even those brief snatches of moments he could usually spare you after shows were usually enough to leave you feeling a bit….more real, if that made sense. Like you were a little more tethered to solid ground.

It was probably useless to try and define what you were. Tagora, who’d insisted on knowing the details of  your relationship (and the name of Marvus’ usual legal representation, “just in case” he was looking for someone with a bit more “verve”) had said it was floating on the edges of some quadrant, he just wasn’t sure which one. Tyzias had bluntly asked whether you’d found a matesprit, and Polypa wanted to know if you were looking for a bit of flexibility with the moiraillegiance.

The truth was you weren’t sure where things stood with you. Not just because the quadrants were still relatively alien to you, but also because Marvus didn’t seem pressed to put a word on it himself. Like nearly everything he did there was a casualness to it. He seemed to enjoy your company, and you enjoyed his. He was physically affectionate, but in a manner so light it felt entirely natural. Intuitively you knew that if you ever asked him to stop, he would.

You weren’t fooling yourself: this was something beyond friendship. But oddly enough the ambiguity of it all was appealing. It was nice to have something without the usual batshit stakes everything on Alternia seemed to have. 

You were so lost in this contemplation that you didn’t notice the music fading into screams, which signified the end of a show. The green room slowly filled with idle chatter and sounds of furniture moving as the clowns unwound. But it was a hand on your arm that finally snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to see a familiar face.

“hey” Marvus said, the usual lazy grin on his face as he looked down on you. He looked almost as beat as you felt, sweaty from the stage lights and eyelids drooping low. Despite that, you feel your troubles start to dim a bit just looking at him.

You smile slightly, sitting up a bit to cover his hand with your own. “hey. Finished up for the night.”

“ye. big crowd 2nite so the roadies r gunna b cleanin up for a while. gunna crash here 2nite and head for the next spot in the mornin.” His thumb traced a slow spiral on your arm as he cocked a painted eyebrow. “u doin aight?”

“…yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”  You say, hoping that pause wasn’t as long as it felt. “Why? Something wrong?”

“nah lol. just usually dm me when ur gunna turn up.”

“Is it ok that I’m here?”

“Mmm…” He smirks, pretending to consider it before leaning down to peck your cheek. It pulls an unwitting grin from you, despite the definite greasepaint smudge its left behind. “maybe. u wanna eat smthn?”

You shook your head. You weren’t hungry.

“aight. brb. gunna grab somethin b4 i pass out.” He rose to his feet with his usual casual grace. 

“Ok.” You let go of his hand. He winks and heads for the catering table.

There’s a warm flutter in your chest, but…not as much as you were hoping? No, that’s not fair. But you’re looking around at all these chatty juggalos and it’s only making you realize how tired you are. You just want to decompress right now, but he’s a chronic extrovert. He could be in here for hours, and you didn’t want to pull him away from that just to tend to your own vague emotional needs right now. 

With a resigned sigh, you turn back to your phone. It’s fine. You’ve definitely put up with worse. And at least you’d get to spend some time with him…

About ten minutes later you hear footsteps behind you, getting closer, and then coming to a stop right behind you. You don’t turn around, just scoot your legs a big to give him the room to sit down. You hear a heavy sigh from him that you assume is the precursor to collapsing into the couch. 

Only to be startled by an arm slipping around your waist and hoisting you into the air. 

You yelp, nearly dropping your phone in surprise as you scramble to catch yourself against him. With a couple of effortless turns of your body, Marvus braces you on his hip with one arm and steadies a plate of food with the other, heading out of the room. 

You feel your cheeks growing warmer as you get a grip on his shoulders. None of the other clowns even spare you a glance as he walks by, but despite the apparent frequency of its occurrence, you don’t think you’re ever going to get used to him carting you around like a toddler. Marvus is average by highblood standards, but that doesn’t mean much to a tiny human. Something he takes no small amount of glee in reminding you of as often as possible.

“U-uh….where are we going?” You manage to splutter out. 

“dressin room” He said simply, nudging the door open with his foot and heading inside. The quarters, as always, are somewhat cramped, but luxuriously decked out, closets stuffed with fashionably shredded clothes, a recuperacoon in the corner, and a sectional sofa big enough to double as a bed. Not that anyone on this planet knows what a bed is. Marvus sets the plate of food down on the vanity and shakes off his jacket, trading you from arm to arm. 

“Er…didn’t you want to….” 

“mm. think they can live w/o me 4 a bit lol” Jacket successfully discarded to the floor, he tossed you on the couch like a sack of potatoes and crawled in next to you, bringing the plate with him and propping his elbow up on the arm of the couch to eat.

You frown, sitting up a bit. Marvus never leaves early. You’re lucky if you can drag him out after half the crew has blacked out from the faygo, and-….

Troll fucking jegus, did he really.

“….you don’t have to do this just for me.”

He flicked his eyebrows in that infuriatingly coy way he has, like a silent question mark. “do what”

“Put yourself out for my sake.” 

Dead silence. Which from Marvus is as damning as anything.

You look down at the couch, suddenly unable meet his gaze. There’s a loose thread that you pick at. “It’s not a big deal. Just a low tank day. I’ll survive.”

“if that were true ya wouldn’t be here”

“I wanted to see you.”

“so, ur seein me.” He grinned, licking a stray crumb off his fingertips. “less ur interested in seein more, cuz dan.”

You flush, nudging his shoulder. “I’m serious. Don’t worry about it. You can go out if you want.”

Marvus sighs, tugging lightly at the strings of your hoodie till you’re laying down face to face with him. He pushes some hair out of your face, claws scratching lightly at your scalp. It melts you, like always. Your eyelids lower instinctively as you lean into the touch.

“u think ‘m here against my wishin? shizz, babe, i ain’t that nice a guy.” He grins, continuing to stroke your hair. “‘m here cuz it don’t feel good watchin u b all low n slow. sacriligeous, if u think abt it.” 

His hand slowly traces from your hair, down to your side, coaxing you towards him. You give up fighting it, burying your face in your chest and wrapping your arms around him tight. He tucks his head in the crook of your neck, his breath ghosting on your skin. Like most highbloods, his skin was on the chillier side, but it contrasts nicely with the muggy heat of his dressing room. You feel his fangs gently scraping your neck as he kisses you softly.

“just lemme do my m-fin good deed for the day, aight?” He murmurs. “i gotcha…”

And somehow, you know that even if that hole isn’t getting any smaller….it sure as hell isn’t getting any bigger. 

Not with him around. 

#homestuck #hiveswap #hs #hiveswap friendsim #marvus xoloto #marvus #hs marvus #friendsim #headcanon #cuddling #Anonymous

[shall-we-imagine]

Together we go. (Werewolf!Caesar Raphael x Reader *AU*)

Lol it's never late to request I'm always late to write tho

Requested: 34. "Please don't do this." + 45. "I can't imagine this world without you." From this prompt list.

Genre: Raw angst 😂💯 happy ending though cuz I’m weak

Strap yourselves in cuz this is dramatic as shit and also I’m lowkey rusty sooooo yeah 😂

(First point of view)

Everytime our eyes meet, my insides twist in guilt. I can barely hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds.

“Can we please get some ice cream first?” Caesar gives me his usual puppy eyes- aka the most effective puppy eyes one could ever encounter. I can almost see his tail wagging behind him in excitement.

I giggle at the cute nature of the scene. “Of course.”

He grins, immediately grabbing my arm and rushing to the ice cream truck. I do my best to keep up with him and not break my face on the asphalt.

It was Caesar’s first time at a theme park, and he was overflowing with happiness to say the least; he genuinely resembled a large puppy. 

Though Caesar always insists that the puppy/dog comparisons I make are only because I knew of his identity, I'm pretty sure it's way beyond the fact that he's a werewolf. Caesar just behaves like an oversized puppy, whether he believes it or not.

"Mmhm! It's so good!" Caesar's eyes widened at the sweet flavour of his chocolate ice cream. Part of me was worried he'd collapse and I'd have to rush him to the hospital, but from the looks of it, werewolves can apparently eat chocolate. "How's yours?" He smiled at me. God that smile kills me.

"O-oh, it's nice!" I took the spoon into my mouth, unnecessarily trying to prove my statement.

His stare lingered, but before I could ask him about it, he sheepishly spills out a question. "Can I..um..can I try it?" He pointed to the paper cup in my hand.

Giggling in awe, I immediately scooped up the ice cream into my plastic spoon. "Sure." I moved my hand closer to him, expecting him to take the spoon, but instead, he leaned his head closer, taking the spoon into his mouth directly. My cheeks heat up at the small gesture, and I subconsciously start looking around to make sure we haven't attracted anyone's attention.

"Oh! It's really good too! What is this one?" Caesar's eyes gleam in fascination, as if discovering a whole new world, which in a way he was. He'd already explained how strict the pack is about interacting with humans and their world, hence his isolation from the pack after violating that rule. To be with me. And there I was, refusing to give up my group's approval.

"(Y/N)? Why do you keep zoning out today? Is something wrong?" His eyebrows furrow in concern, further engraving the guilt onto my heart.

"I'm just a little tired; don't worry about it." I do my best to give him a reassuring smile, but I suspect that only made him even more worried. "Come on, let's get in line for the ferris wheel." I pull him towards the giant ride.

Caesar stares upwards, "Woah."

"You're not scared of heights, are you?" I smile.

"I've never been that high before," he points to the top of the wheel, "but it does look a bit scary."

"Don't worry; it'll be fun." I take his hand in mine, giving it a small, reassuring squeeze.

By the time we reach the front of the line, we were both done with our ice cream and were just anticipating the ride.

The blond helps you onto the wobbly cabin and climbs inside after you're seated.

The second the small doors shut behind him, the colourful cabin moves upwards, causing Caesar to lose balance. He screams and drops to the ground, curling into a ball in fear.

I softly place a hand on his shoulder, "Caesar, it's fine. It...does that." I chuckle.

His expression softens. Sure enough, he lets me help him off the floor and onto the seat, where he's finally able to take a look at the view beneath us.

His beautiful green eyes widen in admiration, "It's not scary at all. It's very...pretty...just like you." He turns to smile at me, but I immediately avert my gaze shyly.

He takes my hand in his, "I love being with you; you make me happy."

The sincere look in his eyes drew me in, and before I knew it, my bottom lip starts quivering. "I- yeah, me too."I gulp, gluing my eyes elsewhere. I could no longer hold his gentle gaze.

Silence follows for a few moments.

Softly taking place beneath my chin, fingertips guide my face towards their owner, "(Y/N)? Why won't you look at me?" His concerned gaze almost burns holes in my face.

I let out a nervous laugh and take his hand in mine, "What do you mean? I'm just enjoying the view. Look; you can see the ocean from here!"

Caesar forces a weak smile, "Yeah, it's nice."

________

"(Y/N), are you sure we're not lost? I can't hear any cars ahead of us..." After walking through the woods for a bit, Caesar starts getting suspicious about whether we're actually using a shortcut to the bus station.

Hesitation and guilt take turns abusing my mind and heart. "Y-yes, Caesar. Just keep following me." I try to control my breathing rate and calm down.

The closer I get to the spot, the heavier my feet feel, the harder it is to push myself forward. "I can't do this." I drop to the ground and pull out my pocket knife.

"What do you mea-(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?!" His statement was cut off by his own terrified yell. He drops to the ground and tries to pull away my weapon.

Having already dug the sharp edge into my forearm, I was disappointed by how difficult it is to actually find the tracking device. "Tracking device, Caesar! They'll find us; I need to take it out!" I kick the blond away, as I continue to search through my own flesh for the tiny device. The pain was unbearable, but it wouldn't compare to losing Caesar.

Blood dripped everywhere, making it even harder to see. "Fuck." I pant.

"It's not working." Tears hinder my vision, "Caesar, get out of here! As quick as you can!" The confusion on his face screamed in my face that it's my fault- all of it. "Please..." my voice cracks.

"No, (Y/N), I'm not going anywhere without you. Who are we running from? What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything!" He snatches the knife away and stuffs it in his pocket, the blood making a mess of his clothes in the process.

I push him away with my uninjured arm, "There's no time; please, just leave." Desperation hung at every word, yet he remained unmoved.

"Get up. We're leaving together." He tries to help me up, but I pull my arm away.

"They'll track us down, Caesar! The device is still in there!" I yell. "Please, I'm begging you; just leave before it's too late." I push him again, but he doesn't budge.

"(Y/N), we either leave together or die together; I'm not going anywhere without you whether you like it or not." The serious expression on his face is one I've never seen on him before; he's determined and stubborn, and I knew it.

I shake my head, "No, Caesar, you don't understand; I-"

"Was supposed to kill me, but you felt guilty; I know." He finished my statement, leaving me in a state of shock and shame.

"How- what? You know?" Realizing his lack of resistance, I fall into more confusion, "Well...why did you follow me here? You didn't know I'd feel guilty; I could've killed you!"

"But you didn't." Smirking, he shrugs.

"Caesar, I'm serious..." I stare at him with pleading eyes.

He sighs, "Well, I figured if the person I love the most wants to kill me then that's it; that's how I go."

"You came with me knowing you'll die?!" I cry.

"Well, I had hope you'd change your mind; I knew the love I'd felt with you wasn't fake. I felt your love...And well, I dunno about you humans, but wolves don't go killing wolves they love." He chuckles. "And if you'd killed me, well, I'd still choose that over escaping. I can't imagine this world without you."

"You're such a dumbass." I laugh lightly, but my smile drops at the sight of of something hitting Caesar’s neck.

And before I realize what's happening, He is hyperventilating as he grasps his neck, eyes terrifyingly wide; if I dIdn't know better, I'd think he was choking himself.

I rip out the tiny needle from his neck in panic, but it doesn't stop him from gasping for air, drool trickling down his chin uncontrollably. His eyes start to roll back, but he seems to be trying to hold onto what's left of his conscious mind, "Caesar! Caesar, stay with me!" Sobbing, I begin to shake him violently, but it takes mere moments before he drops to the ground.

The sound of footsteps slowly approaching hammers realization into my terrified brain, "W-why?"

"Girl, he's not dead yet; he's temporarily paralyzed." Kate rolls her eyes, but a warning follows through gritted teeth, "We're making the killing easier for you, so don't make this any harder for us."

"He's not a monster..." I shake my head, desperately pleading for his life, "He doesn't even belong to a pack; he's harmless!"

"Take out your knife, (Y/N)." She warns while the rest of the hunters watch me expectantly.

I look down at Caesar, whose eyes barely held any life in them. No way is he getting up any time soon, and my left arm has already gone limp. We stood no chance. This is it; this is how we die. And it's all my fault.

More warnings follow, but my eyes spot a tall man hiding nearby; he was clearly watching the conflict unfold.

When our eyes met, he put his index finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet, which I do. I was gonna die anyway; I have nothing to lose, listening to random forest man.

Smirking at my obedience, he gracefully spreads his hand open in the direction of the hunters.

Within a second, they all drop their weapons to clutch their head in their hands, blocking their ears like they couldn't stand a very loud sound. A loud sound you can't hear.

Eventually they all fall to the ground, hands still covering their ears. That's when the stranger decides to step out of his hiding spot.

He slowly makes his way towards me and Caesar. I don't know if it's the blood I've lost or the intense gaze of the man, but everything begins spinning before going completely black.

________

"Did you hear me?! I said shoot him!" Kate screams.

Confusion consumes my every inch, "W-what?"

"Are you deaf?" She holds up her gun, aiming at my head. "Shoot him."

I slowly turn to look at where she motioned with a slight tilt of her chin. My shaky hands were clutching a gun aimed at a terrified Caesar on the ground. "Caesar?"

"Please, don't do this." Trembling, he shakes his head. "I love you. I would never hurt you; you know that." His teary eyes were hypnotizing; I couldn't look away for a reason I couldn't explain. I just stood still- and stared.

“I...I don’t understand...” I lower the gun I knew I didn’t even have on me before.

“Please, I’m begging you.” Caesar pleads.

I observe my surroundings in utter bewilderment. The number of hunters bacame overwhelmingly threatening; I didn’t know there were that many of them. So many faces I couldn’t recognize.

Before I could plan my next move, the sound of a gun shot rips through the air.

My head snaps towards Caesar. His fear-stricken, watery eyes stare back into mine lifelessly. 

My lips quiver, as I scan his body for the wound.

Till I found it where I didn’t expect to.

Hot, thick liquid trickles down my face, blurring my vision in the process. My fingers reach for my forehead, allowing me a chance at comprehending the situation. 

I’d been shot.

As if the realization was my cue, I watch everything spin out of focus till I completely lose consciousness.

_________

I gasp, immediately shooting out of bed, almost slamming my head against the stranger’s.

“Jeez, the potion sure is quick.” The man mumbles to himself.

“Potion?” I wipe my forehead, just to see a gooey, yellow substance dripping off my fingers. It was a dream?

“(Y/N)!” I find myself engulfed into a warm, tight embrace.

“Caesar.” I breathe out in relief, giving into the hug.

“Wait! The tracking device-” Before I could fully push away Caesar, the man speaks up.

“Already planted it on a rat; it’s gone forever.” He gives a smile I could only interpret as him being proud of his own intelligence.

“I don’t know how to thank you...How do I return the favor? Ask me for anything!” 

“It’s a bit funny for you to think I’d need anything from you.” Seemingly offended, the man rolls his eyes and sips his tea.

“He’s a bit...uh...timid?” Caesar whispers to me, hinting he’d already tried to thank the man while I was out of it.

“I already put a healing spell on your arm; there will be no scarring, but I’d rather you keep the bandages for a few more hours.” He glances down at my bandaged arm.

“Thank you...again.” I nod. “A healing spell though...are you a wizard?” My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

The stranger sighs. “Surely you can’t be that dense.”

“I think that’s a yes.” Caesar looks at me in slight uncertainty.

Another sigh. “Azusa Kuze, wizard from Hinomoto, nice to meet you. Anything else you wanna butt into?” He uses a slightly high pitched, cheery voice to ensure we understood he was mocking us.

“Uh, no, we’re good I think.” Caesar chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“Good.” He diverts his attention to the huge book on his wooden dining table.

“Um, well, I guess we’ll be going now, right, Caesar?” 

“Uh, yes. Thank you again, Mr. Hinomoto Wizard Azusa Kuze.” Caesar bows.

The wizard scowls but shakes his head dismissively “Yeah, um, you’re welcome.”

The second we step outside the small cottage, we both let out breaths we didn’t seem to know we were holding. 

“Well, that was a strange day.” I state.

“Yeah.” Caesar nods. “Wanna get some more ice cream?”

I grin, “You know it.”

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