#dribble drabble

[yabakuboi]

"Sooo..."

"Oh, god," Steve gusts, already rolling his eyes. "What now?"

Eddie, the bastard, just grins. Steve hates how smug he looks right now. It's practically nauseating, the way his smile curves up like an evil cartoon character, his dimples cutting deep into the softness of his cheeks. For all of the things Eddie does to make himself look scary and mean, Steve can only see the boyish roundness of his face and the brattiness in his big, stupid eyes, and it's all annoying.

It makes Steve want to bite him, but last time he did that, Eddie had complained for a solid week, even though he bites Steve all the time.

"Sooo," Eddie drawls again, grinning with all his teeth on display like some stupid shark. "A little birdie told me—"

"I'll kill Robin dead. I'll shave her fucking eyebrows off."

"A little birdie TOLD ME," Eddie shouts over him, practically singing now. "That you said that I was the best thing to ever happen to you."

"I'll shave her whole damn head."

"Oh, baby," Eddie swoons, theatrical and awful, his smile a mile wide. He's so goddamn annoying. "You looove meee."

"I hate you, actually."

"Sweetheart, baby, darling, love of my life," Eddie says, draping himself over Steve's back, pressing his cheek to Steve's and rubbing their faces together like a fucking dog. "You're a terrible liar. Because you really, really looove meee."

"Shut up."

"I'm the best thing that has ever happened to youuu," Eddie sings into Steve's ear, hot breath on Steve's neck, and Steve's back straightens at the feeling. He can feel the rush of blood on his face. Eddie is so goddamn annoying!

"Shut up, Ed, I swear—"

"Because, you love meee—"

Steve gives into the impulse, turns his head into Eddie's and bites the first thing he can get his teeth around, which happens to be Eddie's cheek. Eddie squawks and digs his fingers into Steve's sides, which makes Steve yelp because it tickles.

Fifteen minutes later when Robin walks through the front door, they're still wrestling on the couch, tickling and giggling and cussing each other out. They don't notice her at all, not even when she turns right back around and leaves.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve has cute aggression and eddie happens to be at his max cutest when he's being a lil asshole #robin and eddie are steve gossip group 2024 #shush mal #my fic #dribble drabble

[home-of-renn]

Danny's in his last year of high school, only a month away from graduating. No more overdue assignments or late-night cram sessions. No more crowded hallways and after-school detentions. No more stress.

He's so close he can almost taste it.

But then Dani shows up, injured and whimpering and collapsing into his lap.

He may or may not have scared the daylights out of a few lower years and almost body-slammed Dale trying to get Dani out the door and to the nearest location with first aid supplies.

So what if he spent almost an hour holed up with Dani in the nurse's office patching her up while Mr Lancer and the paramedics he called tried to coax him into unlocking the door. So what if his Obsession slipped up after not seeing Dani for more than six months, only to have her show up looking ready to destabilise and melt into a puddle of goo.

The worst part of it all is that suddenly everyone's got the wrong idea.

Over the course of his high school career, Danny's endured a lot. He's gone from being a promising student to a school-skipping degenerate with barely passable grades and a weak bladder. It's bad enough he'll always be the Fenton kid, but now he's the Fenton kid who's secretly a teen father with a kid he's been hiding since freshman year. Now he's the talk of the town and he can't escape the pointed whispers and invasive questions.

He was so, so close.

#dp #danny phantom #home of renn #danny fentom #dani phantom #elle phantom #danielle phantom #crack #dribble drabble #musings #dp prompt #writing prompts #casper high #amity park #the fentons #ghostly obsessions #dp crack

[modernsapphicism]

Randomly thought of a "what if Regina is actually good at math but wasn't showy" and then I remembered Leighton. like, what if Regina took the same AP math class but just a year earlier for god knows why. Regina and Mrs. Norbury actually got along pretty well, not close, but is civil with each other especially that Regina actually pays attention in her class and gets decent to high marks. The mathletes have wanted to invite her to join, but they're all scared shitless of her. and so when Cady was purposefully failing the class to get Aaron's attention, what if she accepted Mrs. Norbury's tutor offer, the teacher telling the red head "I know someone who'd be right to be your tutor." and Cady begrudgingly accepts.

After school, Cady was asked to meet her tutor in the library and the girl complied, thinking she had nothing to lose since the plastics didn't have anything planned that day. to her surprise, no one was at the library yet. Cady settled in one of the tables, her bag and books sat on the chair beside her. She waited for five minutes, cutting this "tutor" some slack, while she browsed her phone. Cady was about to get up when she heard the door open, and to her surprise, she sees Regina striding in while looking around the library, trying to find who's the unlucky student she'll have to terrorize to not fail this damn math class.

When the two of them finally locked eyes, Regina stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in shock as she processed the information that Cady was the one she would be tutoring. Cady on the other hand, suddenly felt like a cat caught in the act. the young red-head felt like she was sweating rivers of cold sweats as she stared at the blonde. Regina knew she wasn't bad at the subject. In fact, she had been Regina's personal calculator for quite a number of occasions since joining the plastics. 

"Cady?" the blonde questioned, eyebrow raised. Slowly, she walked towards the younger girl, setting down her bag on the table then asked, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"I.. uh," the shorter girl started, her hand settled at the back of her neck while looking anywhere but the person in front of her. "Mrs. Norbury told me I needed tutoring because I was failing math."

Regina didn't even bother to comment on Cady's reasoning. "Huh." was all that she replied, not wanting to push for more and moved to sit down. Cady wanted this session to be over as soon as possible and she guessed that the blonde also felt the same. Regina took a seat on the vacant chair and Cady took that signal to take a seat as well. The two of them took their books out and dived into their work. 

An hour into their session, Cady couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about Regina. She couldn't help but stare at the blonde from time to time, trying to figure out how she got put in this situation with Regina teaching her about calculus. The blonde had noticed, of course, especially when Cady took too long to answer a simple question. The blonde in front of her sighed, and then dropped the pen she was holding, the act snapped Cady out of her trance. Cady feared Regina was going to yell at her or storm out of the library when she suddenly spoke.

"Okay,” Regina spoke before she turned to Cady, eyes boring into the red-head’s own. Cady suddenly felt the need to gulp and prepared herself for whatever Regina's about to do. "Since it seems like you can't focus on this stupid question, tell me, what's wrong now?" 

Her question caught Cady off guard. Instead of spewing shit, Regina actually, genuinely, seemed like she wanted to know what's gotten the red-head distracted when she was doing fine a few questions ago. 

"Uh.." Cady didn't know what to answer. Her mind was going through hundreds of different scenarios how this conversation would lead to and none of them was good. 

Regina sighed. 

"Use your words, Heron. Spit it out." the blonde said sternly and her head tilted, waiting for an answer from the girl in front of her.

“I- I didn’t know you were good at math.” 

Regina’s perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. Her signature ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look present the moment Cady finished speaking.

Shit, Cady thought.

A beat of silence fell between them and Cady couldn’t focus on the task at hand. The red-head was about to mutter her apologies when the blonde spoke.

Without looking up at the book in front of her, Regina says with a nonchalant voice, “Just because I don’t tell people, doesn’t mean I’m not good at something.” 

She turned to face Cady and continued, “I can’t let people know everything about me. I need to maintain an air of mystery afterall.” and winked. 

Regina winked. Honest to God winked and smirked. 

If Cady’s brain was already mush five minutes ago, after witnessing that her brain is puréed. She felt her cheeks heat up and as if on cue, Regina tried and failed to hold back a laugh. 

Regina looked back at the red-head. “If you’re done overanalyzing my whole being, sweetheart, let’s go back and focus on this part here so we can pack up early.” 

And with that said, Cady had to take a mental note to ask questions later before she turned her attention back to their lesson. She tried her best to steady her beating heart, making sure that the blonde beside her didn’t hear how her heart was practically drumming through her chest at the sight of the blonde flirting with her.

#cadina #regina george #cady heron #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #dribble drabble #kinda no beta? we d!e like cady heron's heterosexuality #this is just a random thought thats been sittin on my drafts tbh

[robiinurheart33]

Ghost always thought of Johnny as something that could never be diminished, never replaced, never dimmed. An unstoppable force of nature. The very definition of the sun to him.

Johnny blazed beautifully. He brought life and colour to everything around him, even to ghost. He thought of mortals that worshipped sun gods, that thanked them for bringing life around them, how they brought upon the very beginning of humanity. Ghost feels his hard ridges melt away in Johnny’s warmth, how he brought his humanity back to him. He doesn’t even know how he did it. It was like second nature to soap, breathing the life back to Simon. It was like nothing to soap. It was the whole world to Simon.

It was acidic, the way he felt about soap. It burned through his skin, sticky-sweet, and made a home in his body. It clung and absorbed itself into his bones, merged and became part of his DNA. It stabbed into the very core of his being, infecting him. He hated it, hated the way it made his heart clench and his throat close up whenever he saw Johnny.

He hated it.

#dribble drabble #I hate feeling angry #might project it onto comfort characters again #lolz!!! #also y’all are completely crazy my writing has been blowing up #y’all!!!!!! #making me blush and giggle and shi damn #😚😚 #robs ramblings #call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap

[silverstonesainz-archive]

B. [HOLD] + Lando

i guess everyone loves a good comfort blurb huh. here u go nonnie

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prompts: so you had a bad day - [ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.

it must've been at least two hours of constant screaming and cursing from lando, and you were getting mildly concerned. he disappeared behind that door not too long ago, with a promise that he won't be long and just wanted to play a couple games with charles, alex, and george.

but two hours was definitely beyond the 'won't be too long' mark and you decided to knock on the door of his gaming room to check up on him. you tap the door twice with your knuckles and you can hear shuffling in the room.

"yeah babe?" lando calls out through the closed door.

"just checking on you, if you wanted water or something..."

the door opens slightly, revealing a smiling lando. he's clad in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants, headphones resting around his neck. you can hear the faintly hear george and alex screaming at each other about god only knows what, and lando rolls his eyes. he leans against the door frame, shaking his head. "no i'm okay love. do you want to come say hi to the guys? and the viewers?"

you shake your head, "no no, i don't want to intrude. just checking in on you, making sure you're okay." you push his messy curls away from his forehead and he smiles.

"i'm okay sweetheart. i'll be out soon." he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"okay. good luck."

and with that you turn on your heel and walk towards the living room. you hear the door shut, and lando telling the boys to shut up about something. another hour or so passes by, this time you're too distracted with a new book to really care how long your boyfriend has been streaming at this point.

it's when you hear a loud and distressed fuck coming from that very room, do you tear your eyes away from the pages in front of you. your curiosity is peaked, even more so over the immediate silence that follows the loud cry. your feet pitter patter towards the door again, knocking once. but there's no answer. you hear clicking on the other side of the door, and very minimal movement. you knock again, and still no answer.

"fuck!" he screams again, pushing his chair back slightly and huffing in his chair.

you knock again, and this time the door swings open to reveal a very pouty lando. your eyes are wide with worry as you stare up at him, the look on your face enough to show him you're wondering what's wrong.

"they sabotaged me." he whines.

you have to fight the giggle threatening to bubble from your chest. instead you open your arms, trying to smile sympathetically. he flops into your arms as you wrap him in a tight hug. you rub his back, kissing his shoulder. you feel his arms wrap around your middle, holding you tightly.

"my poor baby." he pulls away, a pout still present on his lips. you kiss his protruding bottom lip. "i think it's time to sign off."

he nods, "i think so."

you follow him over to the desk, waving at the camera. the three boys on the screen return the gesture before giving lando grief for signing off after a terrible game.

"alright guys, i'm gonna go now. gonna get sympathy cuddles from my girlfriend now."

fluff party!

#lightsoutsainz fluff party #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #dribble drabble #ln4 drabble

[tk-writer]

what's in a rose? [shadamy]

The spring sun falls upon Shadow’s shoulders, warming his dark fur as he takes careful steps down the cobblestone path leading to Amy’s garden. Blue and purple windflowers greet him as he walks through the wooden gate, leading him to the pink hedgehog with garden gloves full of dirt and weeds. She’s surrounded by pink roses, like her namesake, and when his eyes fall on her long quills and rosy cheeks he wonders for a moment if he’s stumbled into a fairy tale.

He clears his throat, alerting her of his presence. She turns around and smiles warmly when she sees him, wiping the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead.

“Hey, Shadow! Can you hand me that trowel over there?”

She points to a wheelbarrow full of gardening tools, all of which Shadow is unfamiliar with. He walks over and starts to sift through them, eventually grabbing something that looks kind of like a triangular spatula. He brings it back to Amy and her face lights up when he hands it to her.

“Thanks a ton!” she gives him that charming, sunny smile of hers, and his heart melts once more.

He squats down and starts pulling out some of the weeds growing near the bushes. Careful, not too hard, her voice echoes in his head, or else you’ll hurt the flower’s roots, too.

She hums a little tune as she works, occasionally stopping to wipe the beads of sweat off her brow. He reaches out to brush away the pink quills plastered against her cheeks, but stops himself before she notices. When she looks at him again, he turns his face away. He feels his own cheeks grow warm, and no matter how hard he tries to suppress it, the reddened color doesn’t go away. His eyes dart back to the ground, and he prays that she hadn’t noticed.

“It’s been really nice having you help me out in the garden lately,” she sings in a bubbly voice. “These weeds are no joke! They’re practically taking over my poor flower beds.”

“Think nothing of it,” he says in a quiet voice.

“Why’d you offer to help, anyway? I didn’t think that gardening was your thing.”

Shadow falls silent again as he searches his mind for a reasonable answer.

Was it because he wished to take some of the burden off of her sunburnt shoulders?

Was it because he wanted to bury pieces of himself in the ground in hopes of growing something new that she could love, too?

Or was it because Amy was the most beautiful rose in the garden, and watching her blossom under the sun made flowers bloom within his own heart?

In the end, he simply shrugs in response.

Someday he’ll tell her how much he loves the aroma of flowers and the way she smiles at him with dirt-stained cheeks, as if he’s her favorite flower.

But for now, he’s happy just to be beside her. Dirt and all.

#shadamy #shadow x amy #dribble drabble #IM BACK AT IT #sonic ship server requested shadamy short fic and it was well received so I'm posting it here!!!! #should i open the inbox for sonic ship requests? teehee

[the-frozen-pheonix]

Frozen Dew Dro’

The originally mischievous duo-turned trio that had terrorized the DWMA had turned out to be just what each of them needed. The twins having trouble finding a meister, and Freeze the same trouble with weapons-that the unlikely outcome of their mischief being a trio to rival Freeze’s brother, Death the Kidd-was a surprise to all but Lord Death proper.

None of this had been achieved without the blonde and his two dastardly cohorts having grown close. To say they were triplets was pushing the billet for sure, but Freeze was confident to say there was no one closer to Darla and Drew than he himself, and he was proud to say the same for the twins himself. Time had passed.

Months. A year. Two. Small interactions built up. They learned his greatest fear. Being left alone. Alienated. Especially from those he loved. Freeze’s relationship with the twins gained a personal touch to each. He and Andrew would game together time to time. He would enjoy specific things with Darla. But where there was a brotherhood with Andrew, there was a romantic attraction for Darla. One that seemed to be mutual.

The trouble started small, but never seemed like anything to be worried with. Drew wasn’t the biggest fan of Freeze and Darla’s time together-seeing the romantic interest the two took in one another. From time to time nasty and hurtful things might be said in off moments, but time and time again they were forgotten or brushed under the rug in hope for better times ahead.

Freeze was a big advocate each thing having it’s fine and it’s place. This saw the topic of Drew’s displeasure being shutdown just as often as Darla’s fancies towards the blonde would be. Also saw the blonde change some compared to when the twins first met him. Not drastically, but as time goes people can alter ever so slightly.

Madness was something Freeze was plagued by. Something he hid away and suffered with alone-more and more often. But it was something the twins surely knew.

One mission saw things come to a head. He was a tough meister to the twins-any weapons really. He pushed anyone that worked with him to the absolute limit of what they had to offer him-each time. And the twins had always risen to the challenge. He was unrelenting in their missions however, and today was a particularly tough day.

The toughest so far.

Flail mace was covered and stuck with viscera,-more of a meaty blunt weapon bound to a stick by a chain that only eluded rust due to Darla’s properties. Nothing new. Axe head had just as much of Freeze’s blood on it as it did foreign, and was just as stuck with gore, though Andrews blade still peeled out from the mess, and held onto pieces of enemies with less ferocity than his sisters spiked ball-head. Things has started graceful and swift, the twin swords being useful with the males speed and agility. This mission was simple. Beat out a group of baddies. It wasn’t a particularly bad nest of them-so said intel.

Freeze was insane, period. But it truly shined the longer combat went on. Resonance for their missions normally lasted around 15 minutes at the longest, but he’d been known to push them and hour or two in training. Slowly, but surely pushing the twins to a level he knew they were capable, but maybe not so willing to be sent to. The twins were with him though. They were his closest. His best. And they stood beside him no matter what it seemed.

Intel had been wrong, It was hour 4 by now, the resonance was sturdy but there was serious damage. The blonde struggled to keep himself in check, he could tell the twins were past their limits. Without a witch soul, a demon weapon was never complete in its power. It was dangerous for death to use less powerful weapons. Freeze elicited that same danger at times. It was bearing a point that he’d either have to risk one or both of twins, or lose himself completely. Who knew how long it would take him out of play. Who knew if he’d recover. He understood his value as an asset. The twins were powerful. They were good. But I’m this line of work, they were catalyst for power. Power that Freeze had. And they weren’t the only catalyst there were.

Freeze had done all he could. Ice covered the entire complex in some way. He pained and bled from wounds that would have pushed the resonance too far to block with the twins. They were stronger than his sane ice powers. Than his fists. Kicks. So he only used them for offense now. Even mixing in kicks and punches to leverage the limit they’d all been pushed past. But it didn’t stop. The insane amount he asked from the two normally was nothing compared to today. Other had spoken about how crazy it was, while the death scythes around and instructors had held tongue. This was a level behind what anyone knew but those who had experienced it. Pure and unstopping violence.

One last enemy. One last push. For each. Next. Thing. It’s all that kept him moving. All he could tell the two he weld to keep them going.

Then suddenly-it stopped. The resonance ended and as far as the twins were concerned, they weren’t being pushed. It wasn’t obvious to the two that the blonde had dropped them to finish one last baddy by himself. It didn’t show that he’d doubled over and spilled blood and lunch from his maw. That he cleared his composure as best he could before picking up the twins, and reassuring them.

Once transformed, Andrew lit Freeze up. About his sister. About pushing them. People, Everything. The older male stonewalled, and took it-doing his best to be fine with the harsh words. They’ll pass. They’ll be fine. Then-Andrew pushed it a step farther than before. He shoved Freeze, and made a threat that challenged the status quo they had built. A consistent life that saw them with Freeze everyday. The reason he smiled most often. The comrades he fought alongside. Possibly gone.

“You really feel that way? Fine, fucker. Hit me. Speak with your actions!”

And he did. Freeze retaliated with a slap, Drew another hit, another Freeze blocked. Andrew threw another bit. And another. More and more connected. Aimed at his weak points. Drew wasn’t stupid. He knew how to fight and win in a scrap…. He’d just forgotten Freeze wasn’t exactly normal or seemed.

Each hit hurt though. More than one would ever think. Because Freeze could think through it all. A bit to an open wound, an attempt at the balls. Eyes. Head. Head. Head. Fingers, joints. Weak spots. Places Freeze identified as weak. Andrew was fighting with hate. And it was hurting.

Eyes misted as he stood and took the beating, Darla watching on as the clash between two firm men just tuned into a wailing on the blue eyed lad.

A single wound up hit-making contact with Freeze’s cheek. It didn’t budge, but it brought the dark haired male twin eye-to-eye with the blonde-years now streaming down his face as the features on his white complexion trembled with emotion. Combat spoke more words than one could ever hope to communicate any other way-and Freeze had just received what May or may not have been the full extent of Andrew feelings.

In response, through the same method of symbolism to get a point across-the crying Freeze would hug Andrew right and tight-like family. Give a kiss on the cheek to him as well, then adopt a stoic manner and start an unabated path away from the two, using his power over ice to skate away from the two in a method unable to be tailed.

Their pick up would be along shortly, and Andrews message-be it that or just anger, or that of true heart-has been received. And a message in return for both the twins.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I love you…. Goodbye.”

@inseparableduo

#inseparableduo #dribble #dribble drabble #writing out the feels

[the-enby-bird]

Destined- Killer's Party, Part 1

ugh ugh ugh i hate this. i hate this so much. but i swear if i edit it more im going to cry so. here

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Destined Masterpost

Words: 661

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The dark water swishing around him was cold, stinging his skin. The fish he was chasing had disappeared, any movement of water and distant flickers of silver swept away. 

Killer didn’t care. He found something more interesting. 

The flickers of cyan in the dark water below him were easy to miss, dismissable as the last remains of sunlight glancing off of rocks. Something was moving below him, something big, something dangerous. 

Killer wanted to see it. He craved the excitement, the adventure, that delicious adrenaline running through his mana. It felt like fire in his bones, blocking out any emotions, any memories. The thrill, of the chase, of the hunt, was like a drug, that frenzied peace that was so, so delicious.

Just thinking about the feeling energized him, tail flicking faster as he darted downwards. The black mass beneath him writhed, cyan flashes growing larger as part of the mass reached up to him.

His soul skipped a beat, and with a quick snap of his tail he dodged the tentacle, admiring the cyan glow for a second before shooting downwards. 

Black water rushed past him as he dodged another two tentacles, navigating solely on the cyan glow and the gentle ripples in the water. 

A tentacle brushed close, too close, fantastically close, to his ribcage, something catching his rib and tugging, hard. He pulled back, already feeling the magic rushing to the wound, yet the pain was distant. 

A tentacle finally caught his tail, squeezing tight enough that it surpassed the haze of adrenaline. To his embarrassment, he whimpered at the pain, going limp. 

A growl sounded from beneath him. Killer tried to wiggle free as the tentacle dragged him into the deep, the walls of the trench closing around him. The glow of cyan grew brighter as sunlight faded, the rocks dimly illuminated to the point Killer could barely, just barely, see them. 

His vision blurred as another tentacle latched onto him, squeezing his ribcage until it creaked.

Something snapped, mana and marrow fogging up his first view of his captor. 

The bright eyelight glaring into him was filled with thousands of swirling shades of blue and teal. It was glorious, gorgeous, beautiful. He slumped in the grasp of the kraken, dumb awe stripping him of any concious or reasonable thought. 

His arm itched, his ribs were snapped, and there were bruises all over his tail, and yet all he could think of was how nice, amazing, pristine, perfect the other mer’s bones looked, the scars running along their tentacles and hand such a contrast to everything else about them.

The kraken growled when he flicked his tail. Killer stilled once more, and the trench filled with near-silence as the kraken resettled on the floor. Their piercing gaze landed on his chest, the floating splotch of red that was his soul.

“Y’like what ya see?” Killer quipped, wheezing slightly at the effort it took to speak. 

The kraken blinked, their deep voice rumbling throughout the trench as they spoke, “Do you seriously not know what I am?”

“Uh, nope. Hot? An octopus?”

“Pardon?”

“You. You’re pretty.”

“I… I am Nightmare, lord of the deep, terror of the seas, bringer of storms, god of the moon-”

“Huh. Sounds fun.”

“You are supposed to fear me?”

“Eh. You’re pretty. Hard t’ fear ya.” Killer slurred the last part of his sentence, struggling to blink away the darkness in his vision.

Nightmare stammered out his next sentence, “There is something wrong with you.”

“Dun need you to tell me tha’.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Again. I know that already.”

Nightmare closed his eye, or perhaps Killer's vision was just fading- the two were equally likely. Either way, the trench was swamped with peaceful darkness, the soft rumble of Nightmare’s voice, the darkness, and mana loss lulling him into a restless sleep.

He felt something brush his arm right before he tipped into unconsciousness, that annoying itch fading as he slipped into sleep.

~~~

all of my fics end the same way and i hate it

#making the mistake of posting on a bad mental health day so this just looks. kjfgshjdkghsdjgh to me as i go to post #sorry lmao #sans undertale #dribble drabble #destined #birdie writes #killermare #nightkiller #undertale #undertale au #undertale multiverse #nightmare sans #killer sans #leviathantale

[mini-hellagur-with-arts]

"The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies." M16 spoke as she would take a drag from her cigarette and blow it to the side. She changed for the worse and going against her former team was something she never wanted to do and yet... was there ever a choice in that matter? "If you want to shoot me,shoot. Otherwise I'll pull the trigger on you. They used to say that it's easier to forgive an enemy than a friend. Guess they were right. I was captured and brainwashed by Sangvis Ferri. I'm not the same M16 you knew back in the days. The former member of AR has been long gone. The drunkard and failed comedian is dead." M16 never betrayed AR Team. M16 was always loyal. "M4A1 is too naive and too soft as the leader, leading the team to abunch of problems, SOP 2 is too reckless and  most of the time hold back the team alot, AR-15 literally made a mistake on her own by going to do stuff by her own will led her to her own death and making the AR team feel hopeless since her death." M16 was infected and corrupted. She didn't betray anyone, she infected herself with parapluie to get access into data that she believed could wake M4 up. Parapluie overwrite her allegiance from Griffin into Sangvis Ferri, however she still keeps her memory and her feeling about M4, she kept helping M4 even though she's on the enemy side. Also S.F probably regret turning her into a ringleader because now they have no choice but to depend on M16 despite the fact she clearly keeps helping Griffin and M4. M16 infected herself so that she could retrieve data about helping M4. However the data that M16 retrieved had nothing to do with M4's condition.   Persica was investigating the death of Lyco.   Persica exploited the fact that M16 would do ANYTHING to help M4 by lying about the nature of the data that she was asking M16 to retrieve. It was Persica's fault.

#M16A1 #Dribble drabble

[clumsyexpression]

Headcanon: Borsalino probably has a cabinet full of Old Spice and douses himself with (1) bottle a day

#so at any given time theres like at least 30+ bottles of cologne in the cabinet #anyways thank you for coming to my shitty ted talk #dribble drabble #one piece #borsalino #kizaru

[bonketh]

[ mixed feelings ]

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" something bothering you ? "

kez blinked , glancing over to the source of the voice in his room . ". . nah . " he responded cooly , his gaze shifting back over towards the screen infront of him .

lilo tilted her head . " is it about that guy ? " she questioned , her brows furrowing slightly. kez sent her a sharp glare , huffing out of his nose . " would you shut up about that ? " he growled , lilo rolled her eyes in response , crossing her arms across her chest .

" jesus , dude - just ask ' em out . seriously , it ' s getting annoying . " she exhaled , shaking her head to the side disapprovingly . kez simply leaned back against his bed , phone above his face as he ignored his younger sister .

lilo seemed to notice , and walked away from the messy , dark room belonging to her brother .

kez continued staring up at his phone screen , sighing whenever lilo eventually walked away . he clicked his phone off , sliding off of the bed .

he felt heavy .

he hated feeling like this .

his feelings , emotions , everything , were everywhere .

he shut the door , the pads of his fingertips pressing against his forehead . a soft groan escaped his lips as his mind raced , all sorts of questions floating around .

" whatever . " he huffed out , shaking his head as he fell back onto his bed , burying his face into the soft clothe of his pillow .

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a smol dribble drabble regarding to a thingy me and a friend are doin'- to put it simply, we made fucking slasher ocs from some random generator, and boom, scenarios out the ass-

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#slashers #dribble drabble #dunno #i'm bored.

[yabakuboi]

Robin has a love-hate relationship with Steve-and-Eddie. Love, because those are her best friends and her best friends are in love with each other and they never leave her out of anything. Hate, because sometimes she wishes they would because she keeps accidentally third-wheeling herself.

She doesn't hate it that much though, if she's honest. It's just fun to complain, especially because it riles the both of them up.

But right now, she's being quiet so she can witness one of her secretly-favorite Steve-and-Eddie rituals—of which there are many, but this one is silly and endearing.

It starts like this:

The waitress sets down their drinks, lemonade for Robin, coca-cola for Steve, and a cherry soda for Eddie.

"Don't you dare," Eddie says, even as Steve reaches for Eddie's drink, slipping his straw in next to Eddie's and slurping obnoxiously. Eddie doesn't even pretend to stop him anymore. "Unbelievable."

"I just want to taste it!"

"You could just get a whole glass of it! All for yourself!!"

"It's too sweet, I don't want a whole glass."

"What, so you think you can just help yourself to mine?"

Steve's grin is far too smug, even for Robin, even when Steve slides it to her so she can take a sip. Steve is right, it is really too sweet and she wrinkles her nose, but it's worth it for the offended gasp Eddie makes when she slides it back to him.

The diner is their favorite, because everyone who works there has given up on understanding their weird dynamic: Robin and Steve squished into on side of the booth while Eddie's spread out on the other, Robin making gagging noises whenever Steve brushes against her, even though they never sit in any other configuration. The staff has long since stopped asking which of them was her boyfriend, and that's perfect for her.

Besides, she knows that under the table, Steve and Eddie have their ankles locked together like the disgusting love-sick dorks that they are.

The Steve-and-Eddie show continues when their meals come out. Chicken fingers and fries for Steve because he's an actual child, and breakfast for dinner for Eddie because he likes to be contrary. And then the real performance begins.

They "fight" over the ketchup bottle, which really means that Eddie picks it up and Steve snatches it out of his hands—only for Steve to spread it over Eddie's scrambled eggs (gross) for him before he adds a disgusting amount to his own basket.

Eddie makes a game of stealing Steve's fries when he thinks he isn't looking (Steve is, he's tallying each one up in his head, Robin knows this because she's doing it too), and when he finally "catches" Eddie in the act, he steals Eddie's last piece of bacon—the one that's sat untouched for the last five minutes for this very reason.

Then, Eddie's "forcing" Steve to try his grits, like he does every time, and game eats a spoonful of it, every time, and then complains at length how much he hates it (and he actually does hate it, the texture is just not for him, Robin knows because it's the same for her too).

And then they do the worst, most disgusting thing ever: they split the pancake in half. Without fail. Without argument. Every time.

Robin, slurping on her strawberry milk shake that she will NEVER share with anyone ever, thinks that stupid pancake is like the symbol of their love or something. Sh's sure if they weren't in public, they'd be feeding it to each other.

"What?" They say it in unison, and Robin hates when they do that to her.

(Eddie complains about it right back at her, because she and Steve do the same thing to him all the time. They should blame Steve, since he's the common denominator, but he just looks so pleased about them both that they can't rag on him for it, so Eddie remains Robin's sworn enemy and vice versa.)

"What what?" she sneers at them, voice quiet. "You two are disgusting, it's like you're making out right in front of me right now."

"What are you, homophobic?" Eddie hisses back, just as quiet. "I'm in love with your best friend, Buckley. I'm making out with him in front of you for the rest of your life."

"Ugh! I hate you so much."

"Right back at you."

And then they start kicking at each other beneath the table, no doubt catching Steve's ankles in the crossfire. He doesn't tell them to stop though, and Robin can see that pleased, sappy smile on his stupid face out of the corner of her eye, so she lands an exceptionally harsh blow to Eddie's shin in retaliation for making her best friend so happy. He digs his heel into her toes in return.

#steddie #steddie fic #this was originally meant for a steddie love month prompt but i missed posting it up LOL #when will i write steddie without robin??? never #their three musketeer-ism is so important to me #they probably fight over her for best man at their wedding #and they are joint best man at her's #the robin eddie rivalry for steve's love but also they are steve protection squad and steve gossip mongers and steve hecklers #steve 'affection-starved' harrington absolutely thriving having two ppl obsessed with him rn #my fic #dribble drabble

[home-of-renn]

What if when ghosts - including Danny - enter that form with a ghostly tail it means they have to consciously be aware of their own physical appearance.

For actual ghosts it's not that big of a deal since most of them already have the disconnection from humanity that comes with death. Many of them have either been dead too long to remember what a human form should properly look like while others just straight up don't care, and for most, it's just subconscious and they don't have to really think about it.

But Danny's a little anxious about it.

On one hand, it means that he gets to play some really great pranks on Sam and Tucker, but on the other hand, it also means that most people end up terrified and starkly reminded that their local superhero is, in fact, just one of the many ghosts that he fights.

But I'm not talking huge differences in appearance - nah, I'm a fan of unnerving, pre-eldritch Danny.

So in the heat of the moment Danny slips up and his arms may appear just a little too long, his teeth a little too sharp, his body distorted just enough to make your hair stand on end. His eyes reflect in the dark and his Lichtenburg scars stand out a little too starkly against his bloodless pallor. His suit loses that hazmat sheen and dulls to a smokey charcoal black, looking far too tight, stretched to its limits against muscle and bone, fused with his skin.

His hands get a little too big and his victorious grin stretches a little too wide across his face.

Sometimes, in the heat of battle, if you get a little too close, you can see something reminiscent of burn scars crawling up his neck and across his jaw, wrinkling his lips and creeping higher with his anger. The flesh, web-like and raised, but just as colourless as his complexion. Scars that only those who'd been saved and clutched tight in Phantom's arms have ever claimed to see.

But only sometimes.

Most of the time Phantom isn't even scary in the traditional sense - just the extreme Uncanny Valley sense. Most of the time Phantom is sarcastic and quick-witted and almost charming. Most of the time.

Nowadays Danny's got a better grip on it. It doesn't happen often.

But when it does, the Fenton's claim that it's proof of Phantom's deceit, hiding his sinister nature and deceiving Amity Park. It's something his parents never fail to use to try and prove just how inhuman he really is.

#honestly shapeshifting would help him out alot in fights #but he'd have to get over how traumatising he'd look #dp #danny phantom #home of renn #danny fenton #eldritch abomination danny #eldritch danny #dribble drabble #dp prompt #musings #the fenton's a+ parenting #angst #dp headcanons #dp hc #creepy danny fenton #uncanny valley danny #ghostly tails

[modernsapphicism]

i believe in a world where when reginas on her lowest of lows, she kinda hesitates on calling janis the one person she knows who wont sugarcoat any shit from her but she doesnt because of what happened to them.

and when the day comes where shes really desperate, she finally dials the number, hands shaking as she hears the line ring, actually afraid of getting rejected.

when janis picks up the phone in the middle of the night, sleep obvious in the tone of her voice as she greets a small 'hello?' and all regina could utter was "come over… please." in the smallest voice possible.

suddenly janis is up and running, confused as hell but all the hatred she has for the blonde slips away in that moment when she heard regina's voice.

a few minutes and a whole lot of running later, janis is standing in front of reginas doorway. she's hesitating to ring or knock, afraid to wake anybody else in the house. a beat passes and suddenly she hears a ping on her phone, a text which tells her the location of a spare key hidden near the pots, the same place it has always been all those years ago.

she reaches for the key and slides it into the lock, twisting the front door as quietly as she can. the scent of the home she frequents when they were younger hits her as memories come flooding in. she takes a moment and heads inside, closing the door gently before running upstairs.

she stood in front of the familiar wooden door, a million thoughts running on her mind. she knocks out of respect.

there was no answer for a few seconds until she hears a little bit of shuffling. the doorknob twists and reveals a very tired regina, her hair messy and unkempt tied in a messy bun, and her eyes swollen from crying, stray years still evident on her cheeks.

"you came," regina says, sadness and surprise laced in her voice.

"you called," was all janis could say as she stares at the blonde in front of her.

no other words were uttered and after a moment, regina steps aside and lets janis in, gently closing the door behind them.

#rejanis #regina george #janis 'imi'ike #mean girls 2024 #a brainrot in the bird app but i wanted it here too bc no chara limit #i think deep down janis still cares and its seen in the end credits too #like she hates what happened and she hates regina #but like i can imagine deep down if theres REALLY sumn wrong #janis would be by reginas side #dribble drabble

[oshas-mailbox]

Burnout

MP tapped his fingers on his desk, lost in thought. His clock ticked behind him, dark hands moving in a steady beat. The mailman hummed a soft tune, the sound filling the room with a soothing melody. His light tenor rung out, a bright counterpart to the rattling of air in rusty vents. A drip of dew slid down his glass of cold water. It caught the light as it fell, adding another glint of shine to the circle growing on the mailman's desk. Deep ebony wood, heavily polished- practically shiny enough to be a mirror- guided another droplet to a groove, filling the scratch with liquid.

The tip of MP's pinky landed in the water, pulling him out of his fantasy. He looked around the room, at the dusty bookshelves and faded red carpet. He sighed, slumping his chin into his hands.

He was never going to clean this.

He knew that, but everyday, he told himself he would do it. This was true of a lot of things. "I'm just-t-t gett-ting old..." He laughs to himself, rubbing his eyes. It was fine, he was probably just tired. He was tired most of the time, but he must just be extra tired. That has to be the reason.

I'm fine.

He stood up with a groan, almost jumping in surprise at the ding of his phone. He sighed again, the soothing silence of his office now disturbed.

Eh. It's just work. I'll be fine.

He rubs his eyes again, picking up the device.

"You've reach-ched-d the m-mail d-depart-tment, how c-can I help-p you today?"

#you can interact with this btw; i desire the entertainment borne of rps #dribble drabble #mp speaks #ooc stuff #wow both tags at once how does that work #toasty writes #felt like writing #needed a distraction #boom enjoy

[blorbothoughtsonly]

"It's- considered badly by most people where I'm from." She says carefully, abruptly feeling as though she has stepped into a minefield laden with her benefactor's good opinion.

"Including yourself?" Ruus asks, still clear and calm and unreadable as ever.

She stiffens, realizing with belated horror that her carefully-crafted answer makes a trap of an open-ended question, a level of verbal blunder so vast that she can almost hear the 'snap' of it closing.

The shine of his eyes gleaming in her periphery has a pellucid weight as he waits for her answer.

"...It's... not something I can commend..." She says finally, with great effort.

She swallows again, feeling the weight of that light on the motion.

"...I see." Ruus says, still unruffled, cool and unbothered. It's impossible for her to glean what he thinks of her answer.

#original writing #blorbo from my thoughts #dribble drabble #wtf are these characters talking about? well if they wanted you to know they would be saying it thus the awkwardness #anyway had to get this outa my head. still on the fence about this worldbuilding bit. might get pulled. idk #like how do. you explore discomfort. #if we meet alien life the question is. interesting to me