#i ended up making two extra ones than normal haha

[exrellian]

MC Replaced AU

My first tumblr fic so please let me know if there is something I can do better or fix!! I will get better with time but I would love some advice! This will start like an average replaced AU but it will have a twist that I haven’t seen in any other fic

The first part is third person but it won’t remain that way! Also it is male MC (there aren’t enough male MC fics out there and it makes me sad)

TW: None for this one except some REALLY minor angst at the end!

Part 1

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Welcome to the Devildom

A normal day, as normal as a day can be in the Devildom, the only slightly different thing was a meeting with Lord Diavolo scheduled for the first period at RAD.

“Do we all have to go to this meeting? Can’t MC just give me the rundown after school?”

“No Leviathan, Lord Diavolo made it clear we all have to be there.” Lucifer shoots a glare at the sulking envy demon. A mandatory meeting that required not only all the brothers to attend but also the exchange students, it must be something relatively important to require all the attendees.

The walk to RAD was average, mammon talking to MC, Satan reading as he walked and getting distracted by any stay cats he saw on the way, Leviathan playing a game on his phone, and Beel chowing down on some extra snacks.

Barbatos greeted the group at the door, welcoming them into the Student Council room where the angels already waited

“Hello everyone! I’m glad to see you all made it! I have a very special announcement to make today” As Diavolo started MC tilted his head

“I’m sorry to interrupt but you said we all made it but… Solomon isn’t here?”

“Solomon had business in the human world so he has returned for a few months and won’t be attending this years exchange program” Barbatos explained

“It is unfortunate but there is nothing we can do about it, work is work!” The lord gave his normal, joyful smile as he spoke “His absence does bring some good news though! We have accepted a new human exchange student!” As if purposely timed, a portal opened up and out shot a human girl, immediately MC noticed just how beautiful she was, long blonde hair, a perfect slim body, and the most beautiful blue eyes MC had ever seen.

“Where am I? Who are all of you!?” She looked around frantically, her eyes landing on MC, quickly running over to him “You look normal! What’s going on? Where am I!?” Her arms flung around MC, hiding from the demons

“Haha, please calm down hun, your not in any danger” MC smiled, trying to reassure the new girl

“I’m am glad you already seem to trust MC!” Diavolo laughs, crossing his arms “Welcome Amelia, to the Devildom, you have been chosen to participate in our exchange program at RAD. I am Diavolo, the prince of the Devildom, it is a pleasure to meet you” The new human, Amelia, seemed to relax a slight bit, enough to come out from hiding behind MC but still tightly grasping his hand

“Is this… hell? Are you all demons?”

“Technically, yes, this is hell and yes, we are demons” Lucifers replies, his presence intimidating as ever

“MC, Amelia will be staying in the House of Lamentation with you for the time being, keeping her with you may help her get accustomed to living here quicker, do you mind sharing a room with her?” Diavolo asked, but MC knew it wasn’t really a question, there was no answer other than yes

“Sure, I don’t mind, my room is definitely big enough for both of us” MC smiled, glancing over to see if Amelia was okay with this arrangement, by the small smile in her face it seemed she was content

“MC, Mammon, I want the two of you to show Amelia around and get her used to RAD and the House of Lamentation” Lucifer said, looking back and forth between Mammon and MC

“What? Why me!? Can’t MC do it alone? They have been here for like… two years! They know the place well enough!” Mammon complained, not really wanting anything to do with the new girl, he had MC! Why would he need another human?

The tour went… well

Amelia really likes Mammon

And it seems like he likes her a lot too.

Tags: @cutest-tenshi

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me angst #replaced MC #obey me x reader #obey me Lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me Diavolo #obey me asmodeus #obey me Beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me Simeon #obey me Luke

[pedgito]

Hi! I saw this in a prompt list and thought it might be cute, immediately thought of Eddie munson.

“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good”

author’s note: i love giving my brain a break from smut for adorable prompts like these, so thank you!! i saw this and had to write it haha, it’s so perfect.

cw: sfw, meet-cutes, slightly mean!reader, cats loving eddie for no reason, steve being an annoying neighbor, mentions of drinking, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 1.3k

You could’ve sworn you locked your door—every night, on the way to your room, just a simple turn of the lock and you were secure—not tonight, apparently. The day was long and exhausting and you ended up falling asleep on the couch half-dressed in your pajamas after a shower, an over-sized shirt covering your thighs to leave you some decency to the underwear hidden beneath.

It’s a small jingle to the doorknob that startles you, swearing that it’s all in your head—or that Steve was having another one of his wild nights and lost his keys, it’s why he left an extra in your apartment.

You didn’t know him incredibly well, but after being his neighbor for two years there was a weird bond of trust, that and he gave you free rentals every week when you came into the store, he was actually a pretty sweet guy despite his disregard for noise when it came to neighbors.

You heave a heavy sigh, peeking your eyes open to watch the shadow under the door as it stumbles clumsily, their weight shifting against it as if they slipped—it startled your cat, a scraggly black and grey feline that was always either sleeping or ripping up your furniture. It was a rocky love and hate relationship, most of the love attempting to be forced on your end while there was mostly hate being received in response. He climbs over your head and plops onto the floor, shoving himself under the couch and away from whatever predator lurked beyond.

“I feed you, take care of you—you’re such an asshole.” You call after him, leaning up from the couch to stomp toward the door and yell at whoever was waiting on the other side—but that never happens.

The door opens before you get a chance to move, the dimness of the room making it impossible to clock who it is at first glance, your eyes squinting to make out the shape of them.

It dawns on you quickly—that definitely wasn’t Steve.

There’s a low curse as they step on one of your cats scattered toys, nearly slipping as they slapped their hand against the wall to catch themselves. Normally, your first instinct would be to scream, run, either of the two would work—but all signs were pointing elsewhere and you couldn’t help but watch on in amusement, waiting for the person to realize they might’ve stepped into the wrong apartment. It wasn’t like you were hooking up with anyone lately, let alone bring them home.

“Why the fuck—“ The voice huffs, kicking the toy to the side as they regained their balance, “Steve, did you get a fucking cat?”

And that explains it.

“No, he didn’t.” You reply with amusement, pushing up on your hands until the blanket falls to your waist, hair bemused from sleep—there was no telling how ridiculous you looked right now.

Eddie shouts, “Jesus, dude—who the hell are you?”

The door falls shut without Eddie’s doing and the silence is deafening.

“The owner of this apartment.” You point out, doing an obvious scan of the apartment until it clicks in his brain, his eyes widening in both shock and embarrassment.

“Holy shit—I am so—“

Your cat jumps out then, circling the stranger’s feet curiously. Your face scrunched up in annoyance as he betrayed you once again, finding safety in a stranger rather than you.

Eddie forgets what he’s saying, leaning down to pet at the cat’s soft fur, “Oh hey, little guy,” The cat purrs softly, nudging his head into his palm, “did I scare you?”

“Not to interrupt, but I still have every reason to call the cops on your right now,” You remind him, shoving the blanket away to scamper toward him, forgetting your severe lack of clothing to grab at your car, hurling him up into your arms, “the least you could do is introduce yourself.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, shifting to your face immediately.

“Uh—Eddie. Munson. Steve’s friend.” He explains quickly, “The light’s out in the hall—and I’m a little drunk if I’m being honest, I guess I got the numbers mixed up.”

You huff a laugh at that, feeling your cat wiggle from your grasp until he could paw at Eddie, jumping the distance to snuggle into Eddie’s waiting arms, sensing the need before it even happened.

“Well, Steve’s friend Eddie Munson,” You say dramatically, “you seem to be the only person my cat doesn’t despise—so I won’t call the cops, not yet.”

On cue, the tiny fury betrayer rubs against Eddie’s jacket, closing his eyes as he relaxes.

“You little shit.” You say snidely causing Eddie to chuckle—his eyes linger on your face briefly until he can’t stand it, drifting further down the expanse of your legs.

You notice it, answering with a dismissive, “I was sleeping.”

“On your couch?” He asks quizzically, noting the size of your apartment. He knew there had to be a bedroom somewhere—though, who was he to judge?

“I was tired.” You shrug, “—Why are you still here?”

“Yeah, shit,” Eddie curses again, something that seemed to be a habit of his, “I didn’t expect to make a friend.”

He scratches the cat’s head gently, another soft purr rumbling in the quiet and another annoyed eye roll coming from you.

There’s a rough knock at the door that startles both of you, a soft yelp escaping your throat. It sends your cat fleeing in a hurry to your bedroom, body slinking through the cracked door and away from danger once again.

You shove Eddie away from the door gently, twisting the doorknob until the door creaked open, brimming with frustration at the sudden flurry of events—all you wanted was a decent night of sleep.

“Hey—oh,” Steve’s eyes go wide, his figure becoming clearer as the door opens wide, “—Eddie?”

“It’s a long story.” You tell him before Eddie has the chance to answer.

“You’re—“ He points at you and your state of undress, eyebrows pulling together in confusion, “do you two—wait, are you two screwing each other?”

Eddie stutters out a quick, “No.”

Followed by your pointed look of disgust, “God—absolutely not.”

Eddie looks slightly offended but forces it away, Steve’s mouth pulling up into a smirk, “I probably should’ve introduced you two sooner—Eddie’s moving in with me next week.”

“Yeah, well it looks like your new roomie partied too hard,” You tell Steve, plucking at the sleeve of Eddie’s slack arm, the metal of his bracelet jingling against his wrist, “I already took in one stray—two, counting you,” Your eyes narrow on Steve, “I don’t need a third.”

“I’m right here,” Eddie says, feeling dejectedly despite his lack of knowing you, “I have feelings.”

“You’ll learn, buddy,” Steve offers comfortingly, grasping at his friend’s wrist to pull him along, “let’s go.”

“My cat didn’t try to maul him—so I guess that’s something,” You offer, Steve’s face contorting in shock, “—yeah, literally ran toward him like a fuckin’ traitor.”

“Huh,” Steve laughs, glancing over at his friend who still had an apparent frown on his face—you feel like you apologizing is a good idea, but Steve quickly rectifies that, “he’s fine—just an emotional drunk.”

“Well, I guess that makes two of you.”

“Hey,” Steve says, coming to his own defense, “not true.”

“Yeah—he likes to strip naked too.” Eddie interjects and Steve has the audacity to look mortified despite how many times you’ve witnessed just that.

Steve is on the precipice of a retort, mouth open in defense, but you quickly close the door in his face and catch the muffled beginnings of what you were sure was going to turn into an hour long rant—luckily, that wasn’t your problem.

Eddie Munson, though—that was soon to prove in being the biggest problem of your life.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #my writing

[k-martins]

Seventh episode aired, jujutsu nation! This is where Shibuya really starts!

_ To begin with, I really liked how they did the battle of Kokichi X Mahito. The movements and angles are much better than the first season. The neons from those laser beams were really cool too (reminds me of the shooting stars scene from Howl's Moving Castle).

_ My favorite scene from this fight was seeing Mahito changing his form to that of different animals while running away from Mechamaru, how fluid and natural it looked. Seeing him as a rabbit reminded me of what we're about to see in the anime with regards to Yuji. A really fun scene :D (Also nice to know GG agrees with me lol)

_ With this fight, I realized that there is a pattern in how GG conducts his fights. It builds a sense of assured victory over one side before a twist comes in and brutally destroys. In the first season we saw that special grade cursed spirit overcome Itadori before Sukuna appeared. We later saw a kindred spirit mistreat Megumi before he opened a Domain expansion. With Hanami it was the same. Now, in Shibuya, we will see Satoru very close to defeating the spirits before Kenjaku appears and defeats him. The same with Mahito X Itadori. Even the Yoruzo X Sukuna battle was like that from what I remember. Now, Kokichi thought he had beaten Mahito and was so confident that he could face Kenjaku, then die. This is just an observation, but given the current arc of the manga, I don't doubt that GG will follow the same pattern.

_ One sentence: THIS IS NOT MY SUGURU!!!!!!

_ Miwa is too adorable for this world! I feel like she is our Itadori in Kyoto. It's so sad to know that Kokichi just wanted to stay close to his friends and colleagues, live a normal life, and in the end end up dying. And her death was so brutal and sad… My throat choked when I saw that snippet of Miwa and Mechamaru and her so excited to visit him. The world did not deserve their love.

_ AHHH, SHIBUYA HAS ARRIVED!!!!! I loved that we have a female narrator. I don't know if they're going to keep it in my language or if it's going to be Ijichi narrating again, so we'll see. But I quite liked it. The extended scenes are also excellent! _ An addendum: These extras that appeared are very beautiful, haha! I even found one dressed as Mahito and another as Ghostface. GG always inserting pop figures in his works, kskkskks (next week I want to see Gojo stomping on these people's heads like the idiot he is)

_ The teams are finally formed. I particularly like Ino, Megumi and Nanamin's relationship. I felt high vibes from a parent with their two cubs, with Ino being older and showing off for Megumi. Oh, and Nanami saying that Megumi is talented was sweet (it reminded me of this fanfic here, which is an emotional weight more than the canon proposes).

_ The Zenin + Nobara team is not bad either. I know Naobito is a little shit, but I can't hate him after knowing that his favorite pastime is watching anime. And he looks really good twirling his sharp mustache. I'm excited to see how they adapt his ability, as it's literally taking frames. (Ah, I devoured that scene Nobamaki, Mappa, I can even forgive them for what they will do)

_ GOJO SATORU IS IN SHIBUYA!!!!!!! As far as I know the next episode will adapt his fight with the curses and Itadori X Grasshopper, so we'll probably have "Yo! Satoru" at the end as an impactful closing. I'm looking forward to seeing someone calling Yuji smart! He deserves it after an entire season of being declared "dumb."

Well, next week we won't have a manga chapter, which makes me worried. If I'm right and chapter 8 ends with Kenjaku appearing, Gojo's sealing will be in chapter 9. By the evil mind of GG, he's probably up to something with this. Perhaps Sukuna delivering one last, fatal blow to Satoru? Maybe Kenjaku showing up? I can't say, but it worries me…

#jjk shibuya arc #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk anime #shibuya #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #jjk spoilers #gojo satoru #suguru geto #mechamaru #mahito #kenjaku #miwa kasumi #kokichi muta #jjk manga spoilers #jjk 235 #sukuna

[write-now-ggs]

Jihyo (Twice)

Wc - 7,300 song

"Beautiful Surprise"

“No I promise it won’t be too long before I can see you again, but I have to go right now, we have to head back on stage for rehearsal.” 

"Okay, It’s fine, just call me whenever you can. Don’t work too hard." You heard her sigh on the other side of the phone before the line cut out. You put your phone down to stare at her contact for a few more seconds before sliding your phone back into your pocket, then you proceeded to walk back into your office.

Your girlfriend had called you just a few minutes ago as you were on the way back from your lunch break. Time for her was limited but you knew She tried her best to keep in contact with you as she was in the middle of traveling for her scheduled World Tour that she had been practicing for for months now. 

It had been about six weeks since the last time you had seen the person you call your other half, Park Jihyo, or when you had met her, Park Jisoo. The two of you had known each other for a long while so this long time apart was no different than her many times abroad before. Well you knew that for yourself being apart wasn’t as hard on you as it was on her. 

As you made your way to your desk chair your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out as you sat down, “Hmm.” There was a news article about Twice’s most recent performance in Thailand. You smiled to yourself as you read through the article before taking a screenshot of the article's title. 

With the screenshot attached you sent her the following message. 

"See, I'm not the only one who is proud of you ♡"

_

It had been six hours since you last talked to Jihyo on the phone, normally by now she would have sent you a message to keep you updated with what she was doing. You tried to think nothing extra of the time since you figured it was just one of those extra busy days for her. 

Curiosity got the best of you, so you double checked your phone one last time just to make sure you didn't miss a message from her by any chance. You opened up your most recent conversation but the last thing on the bottom of the screen was your message to her without a reply back.

"Hmm," You moved to turn off your computer sitting in front of you. "I know she said they have a new album releasing soon, is that what she’s working on..” You were so lost in thought, you didn’t even realize that you were biting the end of your favorite pen, which was actually a gift Jihyo had brought back from her time in Taiwan with Twice.

A knock on your door brought you back into the present, “Yes, come in.” You called out to whoever was on the other side. 

The door cracked open and it was one of the employees who worked under you that walked in. 

“Oh, Arin, what can I do for you?” You sat up to meet her eyes. 

“Oh nothing, we just wanted to know if you were going to join all of us for dinner today..?’’

You checked the time on your watch before looking back up at her, “I have a few papers I have to run out tonight so I don’t think I’m going to get a chance to make it tonight.” When you saw the look of disappointment on her face you offered her a soft smile, “I’ll try my best to make it next week so how about you take my card to pay for it..?” You reached into your wallet to pull one of your cards out. 

“Oh no, director, it's okay. Dinner is on Minwoo tonight, he lost a bet this week so he has to pay.” 

“Awe dinner is on Minwoo tonight? Man, I really wish I could’ve made it.” You and Arin shared a laugh. 

“Haha well I’ll let everyone else know that you won’t make it. Did you need any help with anything before we head out for tonight?” 

Your eyes panned over all the paperwork on your desk, “Hmm?” You looked back up at Arin, “No, I think I’m okay. Have a good dinner and an even better weekend.” 

“Oh thank you director, I’ll see you on monday.” She flashed you one last smile before heading out of your office. 

Once she walked out you leaned back into your chair, taking a brief moment to yourself, you started thinking about your past.

_

You had met Jihyo almost five years ago when you were in the tailend of your university studies and she was about to debut. You had been working part time at a thrift shop near your university that was fairly popular amongst the students looking to find items for very low prices or who were getting ready to leave university and were getting rid of everything they didn’t need anymore. But then on one lucky day, Jihyo walked in with a small group of girls. 

You remember seeing her walk away from the group she walked in with as they headed to the clothes and she headed towards the area with all the hats and other hair accessories. You watched from afar as she kept looking up to a black hat that was sitting just up above her reach. After watching her struggle for a bit you slowly made your way behind her. 

 “Here I got it.” You reached around her to grab the hat she had been looking at. 

Jihyo had jumped up in surprise at your sudden presence. “Oh my, you scared me.” 

Once you managed to grab the hat you held it near the top of her head, "Wow, this would look beautiful on you." You smiled to yourself while nodding your head in approval of your own statement.

Jihyo smiled shyly and her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, “Ah thank you.” She grabbed the hat from you as you held it out for her to take. “But I don’t know if I’m going to buy it, I just wanted to take a closer look at it.” 

“Haha well it’d be a shame not to, I mean it when I say it would look beautiful on you.” You looked down at the name tag on your chest when you noticed she was staring at it, “Ah and no I’m not saying that because I work here, trust me we don’t get paid commissions here.” You chuckled at your own joke, trying to read her expression before continuing, “I say that because you’re very beautiful, you could wear anything in here and make it look like a limited designer item.” 

"Ah,” She let out a nervous chuckle as she fixed a stray piece of her hair, “I doubt that, but thank you for the compliment."

You tilted your head to the side as you stared at her, “What..?” You raised an eyebrow up in confusion, “I’m not the type to lie, Miss..?” You ended your sentence in a tone that offered the beauty in front of you to finish it. 

“Ah, Jisoo, oh ah I mean Jihyo. My name is Jihyo.” She seemed confused by her own answer. 

“A woman with two names, hmm, what kind of life do you lead..?” You took a small step toward her, “Miss Jihyo.” 

This time you were able to get a laugh out of her as she shook her head before answering you, “No it’s nothing crazy I promise. My birth name is Park Jisoo, but the industry that I am hoping to pursue my career in already has enough Jisoo’s haha. So I figured that before I got started in my dream industry I should change my name. And so Jihyo was my choice.” 

“Oh Jihyo, hmm like the actress.. Oh wait but that’s not her real name..” You looked up in deep thought. “Well I guess it is a beautiful name fitting for a beautiful woman.” 

Jihyo looked down at the hat in her hand before looking back up at you, “Ah if you don’t mind me asking, how much is this hat..? I don’t see a price.” 

“Oh it is..” You grabbed the hat from her as she handed it over, “Five bucks, but just for you miss two names, I’ll give it to you for a single dollar.” 

“What, no you don’t have to do that.” She started to shake her head in protest as you handed the hat back to her. “And it’s just one name now.” 

“Okay Miss Jihyo, but I’m sorry that’s the deal on the hat now. If I could give it to you for free I would, but I can’t do that or I’d get fired.” You smiled at her. 

“Yeah but that’s ju-” Before she could finish her sentence you had to cut her off since you heard your co-worker calling for you.

“Oh Miss Jihyo it is time for me to go, I am being summoned. If I could stand here and chat with you for the rest of the day I would, but I’ll see you at the register.” You sent her a friendly wink before making your way to your coworker who needed help with one of the store's item displays. 

"Wow who and what was that..?" A voice coming from behind Jihyo made her jump. 

“Huh? Oh Sana, hey.” Jihyo smiled at the girl staring at her with wide eyes, “Uh she works here, she was just helping me get this hat.” Jihyo held the hat up to show Sana.

“Just helping you get that hat?” Sana questioned her in an unbelieving tone. “She sounded like she was trying to get your number.” 

“What do you mean?” Jihyo’s eyes conveyed that she couldn’t believe what Sana was saying. 

“What I mean is that she was spitting some serious game, I should really ask her for tips.” Sana joked with Jihyo before walking away. 

“Game?” Jihyo was all alone in the hat section as she revisited the conversation she had with you earlier in her head. “Me?” 

Quite some time had passed and once you had helped your co-worker finish up the item display she was working on, you found yourself looking around the store, hoping for your eyes to land on the beautiful woman you were talking to earlier. After a few minutes of spinning around in a circle you decided to call your failure and you walked to the register to take over check out duty so your other co-worker could go on her lunch break. 

After ringing out a few customers you were soon face to face with those beautiful brown eyes from earlier. “Wow, well if it isn’t the most beautiful person in this store, it’s nice to see you again Miss Jihyo.” You smiled as you took the items she had placed on the counter in front of you. After she didn’t say anything your smile quickly faded, “Oh I’m sorry, was that too much, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” You soon made yourself busy with the hat and the pair of boots she had placed on the counter earlier. 

After just staring at you for a few more seconds she finally decided to speak up, “Is this ‘game’ to try and get my number..?” She asked in what you assumed was a serious tone. 

You wanted to take her question seriously but you just couldn’t, “Haha what?” 

At your sudden outburst of laughter Jihyo decided to add some context to her question, because context is always important and more information behind something is better than no context…

“Oh well my friend came up to me after you left and she said that you were attempting to get my number by ‘spitting game’, whatever that means.” 

This time you were the one to be embarrassed, “Oh wow was I that obvious?” You shook your head as you chuckled to yourself, “Well Miss Jihyo, your friend is correct, I was trying to get your number, but I was hoping to get it after I invited you out for dinner this weekend.”  

Jihyo stared at you in shock for a few seconds as she totally didn’t expect Sana to be right. She thought that it was ridiculous for someone to have wanted her number, especially someone like you. 

“So is that silence a no..?” You sucked air in between your teeth, “Ouch, well it’s okay. I’m sure someone as beautiful as you already has someone waiting for her at home. I just figured it didn’t hurt to ask.” You rang up the items that were sitting in front of you, “Your total came out to two dollars and fifty cents.” 

Jihyo continued to stare at you until she was finally able to find her words, “Wait I didn’t say no.”

Your eyes instantly lit up when you heard her speak, “So it’s a yes..?”

“I didn’t say that either…” Jihyo looked to the side as though she was internally questioning something. 

“I, um it’s completely okay to say no…” You quietly added as you placed her items in a bag. 

“Is this weekend dinner a romantic thing or just a friendly thing..?” Jihyo finally spoke up once she found the courage to meet your eyes. 

“Well I was hoping for it to be a romantic thing, but if that’s not something you’re looking for right now I would be more than happy for it to be just a friendly thing.” 

“Fine, then I’d like to go out for dinner with you this weekend.” Jihyo smiled as she reached into her purse to pull out her card. 

“Wait, you agree on which one, the romance date or the platonic date..?” You questioned as you pointed her towards the card reader in front of you. 

Jihyo smiled once again as she paid for her items, “That’s for you to figure out this weekend.” 

“Oh, so it’s like that then, huh. Well Miss Jihyo I’m just going to assume that you have fallen for my undeniably amazing charm and that you are now in love with me.” You winked at her in a joking way, “Now I was originally trying to get your number but here, take mine instead.” You grabbed her receipt that had printed out and proceeded to write your number down on the back of it. “This way I know you have to be interested, you wouldn’t call me to find out where we’re meeting this weekend if you weren’t interested in me. Especially if I don’t have your number to bother you.” You had a sly smile on your face as you slipped the receipt into her bag before handing it to her. 

Jihyo had to take a few seconds to register everything you had just said but the one thing she commented on wasn’t what you expected her to speak on, “Wait, you already know where you want to go this weekend..?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at her, “Haha that’s all you have to ask, and yes I already know where I want to take you. I’ve also already completely planned out our wedding in my head.” You studied her eyes to try and read her reaction at your lame joke.

“Wedding? What??” She looked confused at what you said, seeming to not catch that it was a joke. 

“Haha don’t worry, I was just joking. Unless you want to start making plans for that this weekend. I’ll just have to shift a few things around on our date itinerary.” You didn’t realize it but you were comfortable enough talking to her that you found yourself leaning forward on the counter between the two of you.

“No no, that’s okay. Marriage is far out of range for me in the next few years.” She scoffed as she shook her head, “Ha I don’t even know if dating would be allowed for me yet either.” She spoke the last sentence more to herself but you were still able to catch what she was saying.

“You’re not allowed to date..? Jeez what kind of career field are you going into..?” You looked down at the black hat and the black pair of boots that you had bagged earlier, “Oh my gosh..” You gasped dramatically before moving closer to her to whisper in her ear, “Are you a spy??” 

This time you were able to get a laugh out of her, “No, no. I promise it isn’t anything crazy like that. Well? Hmm.. I guess I honestly don’t actually know..” 

“You are one interesting lady, Miss Jihyo. I hope to learn more about you this weekend too.”

Before Jihyo could get a chance to answer you, the small group of girls she had walked in with were calling for her from the front door. “I’m so sorry, it looks like they’re all ready to leave now.” 

“No no, don’t apologize. Go ahead, we’ll have plenty of time to talk to each other this weekend.” 

“Hmm..?” Jihyo's eyebrows furrowed up in confusion before she realized, “Oh right, this weekend.” 

“Well judging by that answer, that’s if you don’t forget to call me.” You let out a small laugh before clearing your throat, “Well I’ll be here all week if you ever need help with anything, or if you just miss my face.” You smiled at her as you pointed to your name tag, “And you can always leave a review online about what a great employee I am. I could use a few good comments.”

“Why? Is flirting with all your customers not a good way to increase your rep..?” This time it was Jihyo who seemed the most confident in her tone.

“Oooh ouch, that hurt.” You playfully placed your hand over your heart to indicate that what she said wounded you, “But no not all my customers. There’s just this one new customer that I think is the absolute most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You’ll have to catch me later for an update on her though, because I invited her out for dinner uh, this weekend actually, and I’m hoping she doesn’t ghost me.” 

“Hmm, well she sounds like a very lucky lady.” Once again the girls by the front door called for Jihyo. “But I have to go now, it was nice talking to you.” 

“The pleasure was all mine, have a great day and don’t forget about me.” Once she walked out of ear shot from you, you spoke to yourself. “She is genuinely the most beautiful person I’ve seen walk in here.” 

_

You were standing in the elevator heading down a few floors with a stack of papers under your arm. You knew mostly everybody in the office was out enjoying their time off so where you would normally look professional with the most perfect posture you could muster, you were instead slouched forward a bit as you looked down at a photo strip you kept in your wallet at all times. 

You laughed to yourself a bit as the memories of when you took those pictures came back to you. You managed to talk Jihyo into getting into a photobooth with you on your first date. 

“How have you put up with me for this long..?” You asked the young Jihyo in the photo strip in front of you, as you admired the way her eyes sparkled back then. “Oh how I miss those chubby cheeks..” You smiled at the photos before putting the photo strip back into your pocket as your elevator had made it to the floor you selected.

_

“Yes this is the only one we have in stock.”

“Did you check the back? There has to be a cheaper one back there.”

“Yes sir I promise you this is the only one we have in stock. We’re a thrift store not a department store, we just have whatever people donate to us.” 

“But this one is too expensive and it’s not going to fit my wife, fix it.” 

“Sir I’m sorry but that’s just not something I can do. Now sorry if you’ll excuse me, I have another customer to help.” 

You walked away from the older man who was trying to haggle with you about the price of some shirt he saw and walked around the store like you had a purpose.

“Ugh just four more months until I graduate, I can’t wait..” You mumbled to yourself as you fixed a few sweaters that were sliding off of their hangers. 

“Uhm, excuse me.” A voice behind you made you turn around. 

“Yes, how can I help you.. Wait Jihyo?” You turned around to help what you assumed was just some random customer but instead you came face to face with the woman you were to meet tomorrow for dinner. 

“Haha, sorry I hope I’m not interrupting anything but I just needed some help with something.” 

“No no, you’re not interrupting anything, I was just doing busy work to escape a rude customer.” The hangers you were messing with now sat undisturbed. “What can I help you with..?” 

“Well I have a date tomorrow but I need to find a cute sweater to wear.” Her eyes darted around to avoid meeting yours. 

“Ah a date sweater, hmm.. What kind of style are you looking for..?” You walked her down the rows of sweaters you had in stock. 

“I don’t really know, just anything that would look good on me.” Jihyo followed behind you. 

You came to a sudden stop before turning around to face her, “Well that doesn’t narrow anything down now does it…”

“Hmm, what do you mean..?” 

“What I mean is that you’re so beautiful that any sweater we put on you would look amazing. Now what is a style you like..?” 

“I don’t really know..” With her reddened cheeks, she turned her head to avoid your gaze. 

“Well why don’t we just look around for now, something here will catch your eye.” You made your way down the row of sweaters, occasionally pausing to grab a few off the rack to hold them up against Jihyo. After going through a few you groaned and buried your face in your hands. “This just isn’t going to work…” Your voice muffled out between your fingers.

“Huh, what’s wrong..?” Jihyo asked in genuine concern.

You moved your fingers apart to look at her, “All of these just look so good on you it’s driving me crazy.”

Jihyo giggled as she shook her head at your antics, “Haha stop, you don’t really mean that.” 

You lowered your hands and your gaze was serious. “No Jihyo I’m not joking. Here, for example, look at this.” You grabbed a sweater that was next to you, “This sweater looks like someone spilled coffee on it and called it a day. See nothing really here to marvel at.” You held the tan sweater with the brown splotch in the air for her to see. “But now, if I move it towards you,” You angled the sweater in front of Jihyo to make the illusion that she was wearing it, “Now it looks beautiful.” You groaned in frustration as you shook your head, putting the sweater back on the rack. “You’re too beautiful, it's unreal..”

“Haha stop, you’re just trying to flatter me.” Jihyo tried to play what you said off as a joke. 

You met her eyes once again, “No I’m not, I already have a date with you tomorrow, there’s no need for me to keep flattering you. I’m just speaking my good and honest truth here Jihyo. I seriously think you are very beautiful. It's almost unfair to the rest of the human population that they will never get to see your beauty.” 

Jihyo just continued to stare at you with a blank face, she didn’t know how to process everything you just said. 

After that weird moment of silence you decided to speak up, “I’m sorry, that was weird wasn’t it…” You scratched the back of your head as you avoided looking at her. “It’s just, I’m being sincere when I say that I think you’re very beautiful, so it hurts my own feelings when you don’t think the same of yourself. So I’m sorry that’s something that I can’t force you to think. I just want you to see yourself the way I see you. I am being so honest when I say that you are beautiful.” After your little speech you turned around to continue looking through the sweaters.

“I,” Jihyo started before moving in front of you so you could see her, “Thank you. That is genuinely the nicest anyone has been to me recently. I just, I’m not the best at taking compliments, especially when it comes to my physical appearance, most of my compliments come from my work ethic.” She gave you a small smile before continuing, “It is just a lot for me to handle, especially hearing it consistently from you, but thank you for seeing me in such a positive light.”

“Well I have only two things to say to you Miss Jihyo. The first is that I will try to tone it down, but at times I can’t help it. I will admire your beauty as much as I can in the now, until you can start to do the same. And the second thing is, I think I found a sweater for you.” You held the sweater you just found up to her and smiled in approval. “Yeah it looks even better than I expected.” 

Jihyo took a look at the sweater before matching your smile, “I like it too. I have a black coat that will pair very well with this.” She grabbed the sweater from you and she folded it over her arm. 

“Uh uh..” You wiggled a finger in the air, “Don’t spoil your outfit to me, I want to be surprised when I see you.” You joked with her as you led her to the check out register.

“Haha fine, not another word from me then.” Jihyo placed the sweater on the counter as she waited for you to ring her up and tell her her total. But when all you did was place it in a bag and hand it over to her, she looked at you with the utmost confusion in her eyes. 

“What..?” You smiled as you tried to once again hand her the bag. 

“I didn’t pay for it yet, why are you handing me the bag..?” Jihyo shook her head once again, refusing to grab the bag until you told her the total.

“Don’t worry about it, I got it.” You smiled as you pulled your own money out and placed it in the register, covering the cost of her sweater. 

“Hey no, you can’t do that!” Jihyo tried to reach for your hand before you closed the register drawer.

“Hmm, well it seems as if I did ‘do that’.” You gave her a big satisfied grin as you handed her the bag and her receipt. 

“Okay but that’s not fair, why would you do that..?” Jihyo reluctantly took the bag when she realized there was no winning against you, which we all know it’s hard for her to take defeat. 

“I did that because I wanted to, now don’t worry about it. Seriously, go and enjoy the rest of your day.” You gestured to the door, “I’ll have you all to myself tomorrow, so go and enjoy your evening.” 

“You are very hard to reason with…” Jihyo began to pout as she looked down at the bag in her hands.

“Hey, I just wanted to do something nice for you, and it’s definitely not because I’m trying to get rid of you. You most definitely do not make my heart race like crazy every time I see you.” 

_

You got into your car and checked your phone, still nothing. This was strange. Jihyo would never go this long without talking to you, even if it was just a quick random emoji heart she would send in between working. You were beginning to feel like you were overthinking everything and being too overprotective. You shook off your worries and drove to your apartment.

When you walked up to your door the smell of your favorite dish made its presence known to your nose. "Oh wow that smells delicious." You looked down the hallway to try and guess which one of your neighbors would be enjoying your favorite meal tonight.

You unlocked the door and walked in. The smell got stronger and light was coming through from the kitchen. "Did I leave the light on again..?" You asked yourself as you took your shoes off.

You walked into the living room and you swore you were dreaming. In front of the stove stood Jihyo, wearing your apron and one of your shirts, while her hair sat on top of her head in a messy bun, which still managed to look like a professional hair stylist styled it.

You smiled very happily to yourself as you walked up behind her and hugged her as tight as you could without breaking her.

"You're home," Jihyo spoke with a smile as she turned around to hug you properly.

"I'm home..? Why didn't you tell me you were going to be here..?" You pulled away and looked her in her eyes, trying to make sure that she was really in front of you. You lifted your hand up to place it on her cheek, thumb softly moving back and forth on her cheek. 

"I wanted to surprise you." The smile on her face instantly made your knees want to buckle.

"Oh you're so cute," you groaned in fake frustration before moving to hug her again.

She laughed as she hugged you back, "You always say that.." Her voice vibrated against your body as she rested her head against you.

"Because it's the truth," you pulled away to kiss her cheek, "The complete and honest truth.

You saw the way a light blush creeped up onto her cheeks before she smacked your arm, “Stop that.”

"Wow even after all these years together I can still make you blush?" You smiled and pinched her cheek playfully, "So cute.”

Jihyo pulled away from your embrace, a small smile evident on her face. "Let me get back to the food before we end up setting this building on fire."

You looked at her in confusion, "We..? Last time I checked you were the one cooking in secret while I'm at work worrying about your wellbeing."

Jihyo laughed before throwing a piece of food at you, "Shut up. You know you would try to take the blame for me."

You sighed in defeat, nodding as you ate the piece of food she threw at you, "Yeah you're right, I totally would.”

The two of you shared a laugh before Jihyo spoke up again. “The food should be ready in ten minutes.” 

“Hmm sounds good, I’m going to change out of these clothes.” You began to walk out of the kitchen but then you were suddenly stopped by Jihyo grabbing your arm. 

“Wait..” 

“Hmm, what’s wrong..?” You turned around to face her. 

No words were exchanged, instead she just wrapped her arms around you once more, holding you as tight as she could. 

You couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face as you went to hug her back. “Did you miss me this much..?” Your voice was soft as you moved one of your hands to run your fingers through her hair. 

“Mhm,” She hummed as she nodded her head, causing her cheek to softly rub against your chest. “You don’t know how hard it was to keep this surprise a secret.”

”Oh,” And in that moment was when everything in your head clicked in place, “Actually speaking of that, how are you here right now..? Don't you have a concert tomorrow night..?”

Jihyo pulled her head away from you so she could look up at you, “Well it turns out our venue is having some technical issues. Something about the foundation’s support or something. I don't really know, as soon as I heard we were going to come home for a bit everything anyone said to me just sounded like nothing, as all I could think about was seeing you again.”

“When did you find out you were coming home..? Because just this morning you told me you had to get back to rehearsals..? So you lied to me Miss Park Jihyo… wow..” You feigned being hurt just to get a reaction out of her. 

“Oh well we actually found out this morning. I booked a flight home as soon as I could. And when I was on the phone with you, I was actually at the airport, we were getting ready to board the plane so I was in a hurry to hang up so you wouldn’t find out.” 

“Wow..” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the fact that this woman went through so much effort just to surprise you made your heart swell up with pure love. ”That is actually very insane, normally whenever you go to the airport there’s like a million articles published and just about as many photos trending online.” 

“Oh, well that’s probably because I’m the only one who came home today. Everyone else is still over there, they’re flying back on Monday. I just couldn’t wait that long to see you again.” She had her arms still wrapped around your waist, both of her hands resting on your lower back as she looked into your eyes, nothing but pure admiration beaming from them.

You continued to stare into her beautiful eyes until your inner monologue leaked out from your own two lips, “I love you.”

“Hmm..?” Her eyebrows shot up in sudden surprise before they settled back down on her face as a beautiful smile soon overtook her expression. “I love you too.” 

You bent down a bit to place a soft kiss on her lips. “So much, I love you so much.” Your hands were now carefully holding her face like a fine and fragile piece of china. “Thank you for agreeing to go on that date with me all those years ago. I don’t think it would be possible for me to be this happy without you in my life.”

She let out a soft giggle before speaking up, “I didn’t have a choice back then. You were literally begging me to go out on a date with you.” She spoke with more confidence in her voice as she began to tease you, “You were literally obsessed with me.”

“Hey now, I remember giving you my number so you could contact me for the date, not the other way around. So you had to have also been interested in me for you to have called me later that same day for the location and time of said first date.” 

Jihyo squinted her eyes as she shook her head, “I don’t quite remember it that way.” 

You smiled as you pulled away from her embrace, “Well I do, and I have proof.” You dug in your pocket to pull your wallet out, you looked through it a bit until you found a sticky note you had folded up in one of the slots. The weathered paper gave away some of its age as you unfolded it to read the contents of it. You cleared your throat before reading from the paper, “February 11th, 2015, 8:47 pm, the beautiful girl I met at work called for information about our date this weekend. We’re meeting on Saturday at 11 am for our date. End quote. I win.” You had a victorious smile on your face as you turned the paper around for her to read the old ink on the old sticky note. 

“You still have that??” Jihyo looked at the paper in surprise. 

“Of course, it’s my good luck charm, along with these.” You looked through your wallet again before pulling out the photostrip from your first date with Jihyo all those years ago. “And look, it’s the sweater I helped you pick out.” You held the photostrip and the note in your hand with the proudest look on your face. 

“I can’t believe you keep those on you at all times, knowing you I thought you had these locked up in a vault somewhere.” Jihyo joked with you as she watched you tuck everything back into your wallet. 

“I mean I would but I told you they’re my good luck charms. It marks the beginning of us knowing each other. I can’t say the beginning of our relationship since we didn’t start dating until almost a year and a half later but still, I like looking back on our early memories. With me being super busy with school and you preparing for your debut in secret from me.” 

“What do you mean ‘in secret from me’, you had secrets from me too. I didn’t know it was possible to get into university at such a young age until I met you. Plus you found out about my career only a few months later.” 

“Yeah you would not believe my shock when I saw the very same hat and boots combo I rang out at the store showing up on Tv. And also that’s not fair, I worked hard to take as many advancement courses as I could when I was younger. It’s not my fault that they made the courses that easy. It’s like they don’t expect you to read the entire course book before classes even start. It was just like a free pass through so many classes.” 

Jihyo shook her head before lightly shoving you away from her, “You drive me insane with that brain of yours, go dress down while I get everything in here set up. The food is going to burn at this rate.” 

You couldn’t help the proud smile on your face before nodding your head at her, “Yes ma’am, I’ll be right back.” 

“Okay good, don’t take too long either, or else…” 

“Or else what..?” You raised an eyebrow at her tone.

“Or else you won’t get the rest of your surprise gift tonight.” And with only that suggestive smile on her face, she turned away from you, giving her full attention to the food on the stove top. 

“Oh, well when you put it like that, say less.” With your now reddened face you turned around to hurry to your room.

_

It was now only a few hours after the two of you had finished dinner and cleaned everything up. You were both currently in bed looking through what you liked to call your box of memories. In reality it was just an old shoe box you had that you threw everything in that reminded you of Jihyo. Whether it was old birthday cards she wrote you or receipts from dates, everything went into that box.

The two of you had just got done looking at a random phone case for an old phone of yours that seemed almost ancient now. “I still can’t believe you misspelled graduation.” You joked with her as you placed the case back in the box.

“It’s not my fault, I was running off of three hours of sleep that day.” She whined as she thought back to that early date of yours. 

The two of you had met up at a little shop in a spot of town that the two of you had never been to. It was soon after Jihyo’s group released their now infamous release “Cheer Up”, so their schedules had been hectic and their faces had been plastered all over the country by that point, so going out in public as a normal couple just wasn’t available to you. So due to this situation, one of your first official dates as a couple was making phone cases for each other. It was one of your most fondest memories and you had vowed to keep the case she had made you for as long as the two of you were together, and you were big on your promises, the case in your memory box only proved that. 

“I know I'm sorry, I just think it’s cute. You don’t know how many people I had come up to me just to tell me my case had a misspelling on it. But it was the best when I told them my lovely girlfriend made it for me.” You smiled as you leaned against the headboard of your bed. “I never knew if I was going to get attacked for admitting that I was gay to a bunch of strangers or if I was going to get congratulations about being proud of having a girlfriend. It was quite a ride but one I’m glad I went on.”

Jihyo listened to your story as she moved your memory box onto your bedside table. Once it was out of the way she went to lay next to you, softly leaning her head against your shoulder. “You told that many people about us back then..?” 

“Well I never told them who you were, I was just so happy about having a girlfriend I couldn’t keep it contained. I talked about you so much, I would just wait for any opportunity in a conversation to bring you up. So many people thought I was making you up, you don’t even understand how bad I wanted to show them a picture of us together, but at last I held back from doing so.” 

“Well I’m glad you were able to restrain yourself haha, if not who knows what could have happened to us.” 

“It’s okay now though, we don’t have to worry about all those crazy ‘what if’s’ now. We have your company’s approval and that’s all that matters to me. But to be completely honest with you, even if we didn’t have their approval, I would still find a way to make this work, one way or another.” You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer to you, “There's no one or nothing in this world that could ever keep me away from being with you.”

Jihyo took a moment to just look up at you before finally speaking up, “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

You let out a soft laugh before looking down at her, “Am I? I’ve never noticed.” 

“Yes you are, but it’s okay, I find it very endearing.” 

“Well I’m glad you do, because you’re the only person I’m like this for.” You planted a soft kiss on her forehead before moving to get up.

“Where are you going..?” Jihyo asked with a slight pout when you moved away from her. 

“To take a shower, I won’t be long.” When you saw the look of disappointment in her eyes you had to laugh before adding on, “Feel free to join me if you want, I won’t kick you out.”

And at that her eyes lit up and she basically flew off the bed to join you in walking to the bathroom. She had missed you dearly for the past six weeks so there wasn’t a chance you were going to spend any time alone while she was home. It was still hard for you to believe that you had someone as amazing as her waiting to see you every moment when you were apart, but oh boy did it make your heart swell when she would tell you just how much you meant to her. You were thankful everyday that you made the first move all those many years ago because you just could not have asked for a better ending to your story with the beautiful girl that managed to wander into your part time job. 

#jihyo #twice #jihyo imagines #twice imagines #park jihyo #girl group imagines #write now ggs

[wario-speedwagon]

i wanna hear abt whatever "the backflip failed to assert dominance" had going on

Haha, now that one is quite a silly name for what was a more serious, mystery story, with the title stupidly referencing what the plot twist is, hehe! Sadly, this wip was abandoned a long while ago as I didn't have clear ideas for what I wanted to do with the story to its end after a certain point, and I wanted to focus my creativity on the two WIPs I was still feeling inspired by (one of which was Pruny! :). However, I'm feeling generous, so I'll just copy/paste the whole unfinished draft below the cut for your own reading, maybe you'll still enjoy it!

It's very rough and clunky at parts, and rereading it for myself took some strength to not immediately change several lines to make it read less confusingly, but it was better than I remember it being! :) The next paragraphs will be spoiling the "twist" and what plot plans I had for it in case you wanna read it for yourself and come to your own conclusions first, so Spoilers in 3, 2, 1...

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So this story takes place in 1993, the year Freddy's would end up dying. We follow the Scott Cawthon phone guy of the Utah location who has just doomed himself by hiring the infamous Dave Miller. Previously up to this point, DSAF 1 happened as normal with the gnarly ending (where Jack and Dave got away with murder and shut down Colorado), but when DSAF 2 happens, Dave arrives to Bakersfield as Jack never showed up, meaning Vegas was the last he ever saw of him. So Dave has been continuing his Freddy's closing mission one place at a time, though eventually losing his passion for it since he's alone again doing it.

However, the Scotts have gotten more and more cautious of Dave over the years and this one is especially proactive about watching Dave and preventing him from achieving his killing MO if at all possible. Killing time at work to cool off suspicions, Dave records some phone tape recordings (which are featured in and taken from Project: Save the Kiddins), then he checks out Scott's paperwork and sees an application by "Mike Schmidt" who seems suspiciously like an anonymous Old Sport, which excites Dave and inspires him to get his old Spring Bonnie as well as Sportsy's Spring Freddy suit too, now! (After all, he can't just kill the kids not suited up, can he?) Sadly though, it would turn out that this is actually the canon FNAF Mike Schmidt, who as you know is also a rotting anonymous zombie serial working at Freddy's...

Meanwhile, Scott, with Dave having left the premises, finally has some free time for himself and decides to fix the Happiest Day machine before having a "dream" (not realizing he's gone into it) and meets a puppet and some ghost children. And then the story leaves off with Scott feeling compelled to save the children's souls.

I didn't have enough draft written to make my subtle hints grow more obvious before revealing, but if you were somehow very smart enough to figure it out, this Scott is actually a Phonified Jack who springlocked himself (perhaps by backflipping, hence the dumb title hehe) on day one of DSAF 2 before he could ever reunite with Dave. That's why he was extra aware of Dave's danger and methods while also feeling drawn to saving the children in the Happiest Day machine :)

I'll almost certainly never return to this WIP, but it was fun revisiting it and even sharing it, so thanks for the opportunity! :D

Hurricane, Utah, 1993

Friday, XX/16/93

Model 51_1 was swamped in paperwork to work out like usual. As always, too many employees to replace, and thus too many positions to refill. Another dayshift spot to fill after another typical event, another nightguard they'd inevitably gone through, it was always the same sh- crap here. Over half a decade of it for this Scott, not that counting did anything to help his spirit any.

Spirit? No, at this rate, he probably didn't have one of those anymore. That’s assuming he ever had one to begin with. Freddy's was effective at killing those off in anyone who worked there.

Focus, Scott. Let's see what we got for today.

Sighing for impending boredom, he adjusted his gloves in preparation for a whole lot of handwriting and took the first packet. 

Applicants. Alright, let’s see. 

As often as they cycled through employees at Freddy's, new applicants were always found for him by means he didn’t want to know. Probably the cause of their staff being so chronically sketchy though. 

Top sheet.

Randall Jade. 

Applying for night guard. A-And dayguard, how convenient…

Experience: sex work, goose control… the latter might be a relevant skillset… 

Phone no.: 1-800-8=D SEXY PHONE

Place of residence: Freddy's hopefully.

Well…the honesty was the opposite of professional, but Freddy's values rock bottom desperation in its applicants above all else. All in all, the programming in his head told him Jade was an ideal candidate for the position–uh, positions.

Next.

Dave Miller. 

Oh.

Oh no.

Dave Miller. 

Applying for dayshift worker. 

Experience: ur mom. 

Phone no.: 69

Place of residence: ur mom. 

Scott felt like he had been marked next for a death sentence. That's essentially what Dave was, all Phone Guys knew it. Dave Miller was an open secret, a promise for destruction for whichever location he picked next. A blight on Freddy’s not even a crucifixion could solve.

The programming in his head told him Miller was an acceptable candidate for the position.

Next.

Scott's hand trembled as he continued to whittle down tonight’s stack of papers.

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Monday, XX/19/1993

Dave had received an unsurprisingly quick response to his work application just a day after submitting. He was naturally hired. Freddy's only survived because it had no standards. But of course, Dave vowed that that would also be its downfall.

So he showed up for his umpteenth first day. He didn't bother finding the Phoney; both of them should know exactly what was up without fake formalities. They knew their place by now. Those guys were like a hive mind with their programming and company newsletters.

Yet as he entered the building, Scott of course was waiting there to meet him anyway. Dave walked past his trademarked Phone Guy greeting to go see how this place’s Saferoom had changed over the decade he’d been gone. Phoney sighed at being ignored; both of them knew it was better for his immediate safety if he left Dave alone to his devices. Dave had to admit, it was in some ways nice to have his reputation finally precede him.

Old Sport had disappeared after Vegas in 87, and once he finally learned he would no longer be following him around, Dave realized he was going to be alone again for a while. But of course, Sportsy would surely come back for him sooner or later?

But in the years of meantime, Dave had tired of the mocking charade he used to put up for the Phoneys. The end result was always the same anyway. It just wasn't fun anymore, and it certainly wasn't needed.

After all, Dave's score was still undefeated.

He was more wary than usual about trying something too soon, though. The Phone Guys these days are always on edge about him, and they're always the most paranoid in the beginning.

To prove his point, he could see this new Scott carefully watching him from afar right now in his periphery. There was something… distinct about this one though… off-putting in some way he couldn't yet pinpoint, but he had a boring week ahead to digest his thoughts.

The best Dave could come up with for now was that it felt like he knew something the other Phoneys didn't. Like he was “in the know.” Whatever that would mean.

Dave checked the Saferoom, but to his surprise, there weren't any springlock suits here. That…was definitely an unexpected wrench in his plan. He promptly went to go properly meet this Scott after all.

“Phone face. Where the fuck're the suits?”

“Ah, now that I would’ve told you during orientation; we had to get rid of those after the original five murders here back in the 80s. Y'know, to prevent any more scandals here after miraculously saving this location from going under. Higher ups are really attached to this first location for some reason.”

Dave was right ticked off. This Phoney smelled like bullshit.

“Freddy's is dying, Dave, and the company's had to… adapt.”

Dave now had weekend plans to visit Bakersfield.

Not dignifying Scott with a response of acknowledgement, Dave just marched off to the office to fuck around on the computer.

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Tuesday, XX/20/93

Another boring day of not murdering children. Another day of ignoring Phoney’s paranoia.

Dave decided to explore the security office next to kill some time. 

Scott of course noticed Dave’s detour. Seeing him in person again… it filled him with determination. A determination to… do something about him, certainly to stop his usual plan to shut down this location. He’d already gotten rid of the springlock suits last weekend, a crucial ingredient to Dave’s shenanigans that hopefully bought him more time.

He was personally familiar with what this “man” was capable of, and he wouldn’t have it occur under his watch. And certainly not if his hide depended on it.

…

Well shit. 

“Rip in fuck, nerd.”

Dave kicked the dayguard’s nearly headless corpse aside to raid the office drawers for anything interesting.

Most of it was junk like tape, post it notes, pens… no scissors. Maybe he could just draw some dicks and post them around the–

Ah. A tape recorder. Those’re always fun to mess with.

He played the one that was currently inside.

“Hello? Hello, hello? I have a message for you... to help you get settled on your first night. Umm, I actually–"

Dave immediately paused it. He didn’t know why he expected anything other than the same old tiring Scott voice stuttering through some training script. As the years went on, that same voice only irritated him more and more.

But then Dave smiled with bored inspiration and pressed Record.

"Sorry. I just had to cut that asshole off. What a fuckin' nerd. 

Anyway, good fuckin' going on landing a minimum wage job. Where you have to fend off gigantic felt-covered bastard animals who want to smack your neck and stuff you into a fuckin' bear suit. 

That phone guy left some tips of his own to help you survive. But honestly, it didn't do him much good. Spoiler alert: he fuckin' died. What a nerd! So, good ole Davey's gonna give you some of his pre-recorded safety tips!

By the way, this place is totally fuckin' haunted, and that's on me. I sorta murdered a few dozen kids, back in the 80's and stuffed them into the robots out of pure spite for the company. Don't worry though: kids don't count as real people. I'll call ya tomorrow. And remember: you can't out-wrestle the bear, so don't even try."

Satisfied with a job well done, he hit Stop. It felt good to make a positive difference in the world sometimes. Ah, who was he kidding? He smirked thinking of the next nightguard they’d hire hearing this as they fended for their life.

…He was still bored, so heck, tape #2.

"uh, hello? Hello? uhh, well, if you're hearing this then you made it to day 2! um, congrats! U-uh, I won't talk quite as long this time–"

"Hey, how ya doin' man? It's me again: Big Dick Davey! Night 2, eh? Good job on not getting stuffed into a tacky fuckin' bear suit! Honestly, the night should be the exact same as last night was, just with slightly angrier robots who will try to rip your throat out twice as hard.”

He drifted onto a Foxy-related tangent. He had too many opinions to not share them.

“...Well, that's enough pretending that I care about your safety for this night. I'll call you tomorrow with more Freddy's-related bullshit trivia. See you on the meanside.”

Dave looked up at the clock. Seriously? Only 2:15? 

Ugh, whatever, let’s just record another.

"Hello, hello! Hey, you're doin' great! Uh, most people–"

"Hey, yo, doggo, it's me, Davey. Wow, night 3. Incredible. See, if there's one thing I can do, it's give bad advice to future night guards. 

By the way, since these messages are pre-recorded, I have no actual idea whether you're actually alive or not. Let's be honest, statistically, you probably died back on night 1.” 

He looked down at the poor bastard on the ground behind him. 

“Priceless. If you're still alive, worry not. To survive tonight, just do the same shit you did last night, but better.

Just don't dick around and you'll be fine. I'll speak to you tomorrow, dude.”

Dave was starting to get bored again, so he called it a day and stood up from the office chair.

Oh, right. He should probably let Scott know about that bozo on the ground. He considered just letting him be a fun surprise for Scott later, but he was still in the paranoia phase, so Dave would probably be blamed for murdering him if he didn’t report it. He missed that one Colorado Phone Guy, he was probably the most chill one he ever had the pleasure of fucking over.

It was also the Phone Guy he and Old Sport got to take down together. 

Man he missed those fleeting days.

…

“Hey Phone-fuck, yer dayguard’s dead.” He thumb-pointed behind his shoulder toward the room he’d just come from.

“Oh godd-dang it, already?”

Scott grumpily walked over to the security office. Dave had to admit, this one was off-putting for sure, but he appreciated the laxer programming on the fake professionalism of this guy.

Though it made him uncannily human to him, and that circled back to off-putting. 

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Another night, another stack of papers for Scott motherhecking Cawthon.

He let out a stressed sigh. 

Already he could expect to file another dead security guard. More applicants to reconsider already too. Jeebus, it was only the first night on the job, Randall!

Well, comparing the previously declined applicants against each other again, he– hey, wait a minute, there’s another new application that was submitted today.

Mike Schmidt

Applying for nightguard.

Experience: 20 years in night security, 10 years with Freddy’s.

Place of residence: Hurricane, Utah

H-How conveniently perfect. Although there was no Mike Schmidt in any of the company files despite such a history… He was one of those name-changers. …Whatever, taking their applicants at face value was the Freddy’s way. He of all people should know that better than anyone else.

The programming in his head told him Schmidt was a perfect candidate.

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Wednesday, XX/20/93

Dave came in for day 3 of bored snooping around. Hell, maybe he should just start the killing already, just so he could move on from this extra depressing, windowless dump. 

The Phone Guy learned surprisingly quickly not to interact with Dave if not necessary, but that still didn’t end his unusually keen hypervigilance on his movements throughout the building. Dave half considered just dismantling this Phone Guy early himself since his usual MO was already being derailed off tradition.

Not committed to any particular plan yet, Dave went to the kitchen to locate a knife or any sort of stabby paraphernalia for future reference. And to his severe chagrin, there wasn’t a single knife to be found in any of the drawers or counters. Not even any forks.

It was a good fuckin’ thing Dave was a creative thinker, and right now, he was using those creative juices to think of payback for that damn Phoney. Phone Guys were never this annoyingly proactive.

But what, did this guy really think Dave wouldn’t provide his own tools when the time comes? The more annoying Phoneys often had a knack for thinking they’re two steps ahead of his plans, but all those Phone Guys were long gone now. Dave grinned at the thought of that. Served those creeps right.

He found himself in the office. There was paperwork strewn about the desk. There was no reason not to rifle through it. At the top was an application that Scott seemed to have accepted based on the red pen marks circling him when the others seemed blank.

Mike Schmidt, huh?

The more Dave read and pondered his application, the more a hope unexpectedly began to flicker where his heart should be. This guy had quite a history with these restaurants…

He booted up the computer to check the employee file on him, and there was one. Opening it… it seemed to be created this morning? This was a good sign.

Mike Schmidt.

Age: ?? (Note: Avoided answering)

Residence: Hurricane, Utah

Employment history: 1993-current, Nightguard, Location #1

Note: Skin does not look healthy. Avoid physical contact in case of STD, we can’t afford such lawsuits like we used to. Mike doesn’t talk much either. Exercise caution around him.

Heart elated, Dave promptly headed off to the security room.

…

He hit Record.

“...Old Sport! Oh, how I've missed you! You came back. You always come back. Have you come back for me, old sport? Have you come back for ole Davey? I knew it, I just knew that you really loved me! 

Look, I have to go, old sport. But, I'll be right back tomorrow night, okay? Stay alive, old sport. I'll speak to you again tomorrow, sportsy!"

And with that promise recorded, Dave excused himself from work early to start his drive to Bakersfield a couple days ahead of schedule.

And Scott was awe-struck to see Dave just run out like that. The programming screamed how wrong it was and urged him to drag him back here, but the programming also screamed at him to stay here on-site during working hours.

But most of all, his memories screamed that Dave was up to something disastrous. And this time, he would be at the receiving end of the catastrophe.

His programming faithfully corrected each and every one of the panicked swears he muttered as he paced back and forth.

Unable to calm down all the tension in his head, Scott looked for something to distract his mind from the impending dread. 

There. Something. That da-dang machine over there. 

It was always broken, and with no Dave to watch like a hawk right now, maybe finally fixing the poor thing would calm him down. Clearly no one else was going to do it so he might as well. He went to Parts and Service for a wrench.

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A dream of being at his old Freddy’s job. 

It was disorienting. 

It probably wasn’t real.

Before long, he noticed a puppet standing there before him.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“W-What do you want? What’s going on?”

“The five children. 

Ten years later and they still do not rest.”

“I… don’t understand.”

 But that felt like a lie after he said it.

“Gabriel. Fritz. Susie. Jeremy. Cassidy. 

They’re all still waiting for rest.”

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Thursday, XX/21/93

Yesterday was strange. He’d had the strangest dream when he fell asleep against the machine he’d just fixed, and then he felt compelled to carry out even stranger errands for the puppet in that dream. But… it felt right to do it. Something about the robots seemed tame this morning.

-End WIP

#thanks so much for the ask! :D #dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dsaf fanfic

[true-blue-sonic]

what's the first sonic thought that comes to your mind right now? not necessarily espilver, just anything. i'm kinda curious

The ending of Sonic Rush, after I gave it some thought. I rewatched it for this ask, and it actually starts quite somber, which I find an interesting contrast with the altogether cheery Raisin' Me Up and its sweet, assuring lyrics. Blaze concedes she must leave because having the Chaos and Sol Emeralds in the same world will cause a crisis, and she and Sonic talk about how Cream will miss her and how Blaze finds it appropriate she leaves the way she came: as a stranger to all. Blaze's sprite is a bit closed off, with her eyes shut and a hand pressed on her hip, compared to Sonic's open-eyed look and more lax posing.

And I think Blaze really had not expected Sonic to come in and give her advice! At least, that is how I interpret the little moment where he says "Wait." with the ... afterwards and Blaze's "...!" as reaction, and Sonic saying that an unseen "that" is from him. The recollections of what Sonic apparently told Blaze that play once Blaze is in the Sol Dimension again are, if I remember correctly, not seen in the game proper. Thus, I figure his speech about how everything is fine as long as he's got the Chaos Emeralds must be spoken in that prior moment. Though I do find it strange, as Sonic's normal sprite is used instead of one of his Super Sonic ones. But I'm the fool who needed literally years to figure out that Cream gets kidnapped in the cutscene of Sonic and Blaze making up after their boss battle in Blaze's story, so what do I know, haha.

Afterwards, we get the handshake: I think it is a great showcase of everything Blaze has learned about friendship and trusting others that she is the one who both moves closer first and holds out her hand first. Interestingly, Sonic moves closer to her more quickly and shakes her hand with much more vigour than she held it out, and he's also the one who adds a second hand to hold on just a bit longer as their respective dimensions tear them apart. But Blaze seems to be the one who reaches back to him more... wanting? Yearning, maybe? As that happens, whereas Sonic's left hand actually drops down and his right hand stays outstretched basically the same way for the whole scene, compared to Blaze reaching back extra. With Sonic seeming the most confident about the two of them meeting once more ("I'll see you, again!" contrasted with Blaze's more quiet "Yes... Again..."), it might make sense that Blaze is the one who wants to stay with the two of them just a bit longer. And after that and Blaze thinking back to what Sonic told her, we get this altogether adorable sprite of her:

I consider Rush's sprite-work truly something else, I love it. This post kind of is a bit all over the place, but I think the ending of Rush is a perfect culmination of everything Blaze has learned over the course of the game. And Sonic is just an altogether sweetheart: he's supportive, he sees what is actually going on with Blaze, her past, and her powers, he understands this is why she acts the way she does, he knows she means well at heart, and he helps her learn about and embrace the love others hold for her. I wouldn't say Rush's storymode is perfect (I would argue Amy and Knuckles got the short end of the stick somewhat when it comes to their characterisations), but it's just... sweet! For me, it's truly a sweet, lift-me-up kind of game, and the ending could not showcase better Blaze's growth and Sonic's amazing personality to me.

Not entirely related to this post, but now I'm actually thinking about Sonic '06, and the similarities between Silver's and Blaze's separation there compared to Sonic's and Blaze's in Rush. Because I find it really interesting that in the former, Blaze also is the one who reaches back to the person she is leaving! It's with her left hand instead of her right, but I wonder if it means something more? Was it an intentional callback to Rush, perhaps?

#sonic rush #sonic the hedgehog #blaze the cat #this doesn't touch on the after-credits scene with Sonic talking to Cream but also that is sweet #and he was right! they did meet with Blaze again <3 #though to go back to '06‚ the circumstances and tone there could not be different #Rush speaks of hope to meet each other again whereas '06 focuses more on being forcibly separated and left alone afterwards #in both cases the world/worlds is/are saved... but Rush ends on a sweet and happy note that Sonic and Blaze will meet again #whereas Silver's world is now what he and Blaze wanted for it but he lost her in the process and they will never meet again after #long post #if none of this makes sense: I am terribly terribly ill lmao

[drabbles-mc]

Far From Over (2)

Gilly Lopez x OC Josephine Costa

Chapter Index

Summary: Trying to get back into a normal routine after the events at the clubhouse was proving more difficult than Josie had thought it would be. Getting back to reality meant that she still needed to get the answer to the question that she'd shown up weeks before looking to ask, a conversation with Gilly that she never got to have before all the shooting started.

Warnings: 18+, language, arguments, angst, messy people and messy relationships

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This was originally going to be just one big long installment of this universe but instead I split it into 2 so I wasn't just uploading almost 10k at once haha. I've been wanting to get this down on paper since I started their story during whumpril so it's nice to have this done and out there! I love these two so much you wouldn't believe. My horrid little divorced couple that was never even married in the first place. I'll probably post the next piece at some point over the next couple of days. 😊

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It had been just over a week since the shoot-out. Josie hadn’t heard from or reached out to Gilly, or really anyone from the club. Part of her wondered if she should. It crossed her mind to even just drop a text to EZ or Angel, make sure that everyone who was still in one piece when she’d been let go, was actually still in one piece. The empty text box had stared back at her for a long while before she bailed on the idea completely, unsure of how to even try and start that conversation.

She could’ve shown back up to the clubhouse. If anything, she had more of a reason to go back now than she had before. Granted, the fact that her last visit had ended the way it had would’ve been more than enough reason to stay away for the rest of her life. But now she was also bonded to it in a way that she hadn’t been before. Up until the previous week, it had just been the home base of her ex-boyfriend’s motorcycle club—she had no attachment to it once she had no attachment to him. Now, though, it was a place that had some semblance of meaning to her too. Her blood was in the woodgrain of the floor, after all, permanently staining the back of the bar.

A couple different times when she left work in the evening, she thought of changing her route home so that she could pass by the scrapyard, give herself an extra opportunity to contemplate going in. She always chickened out at the last second, deciding instead to take her normal, safe route home, not that she really felt all that safe anymore anyway.

The logical part of her knew that she should just let it lie, let the horrible note of her previous visit be the final one. Not everything in life could end on a high note—she’d learned more about that over the last few months than she had cared to. But as the days ticked by, she could feel herself becoming more restless. She’d find herself running her fingers over the stitches in her shoulder, ones that were hidden by the blouses that she wore to work. She’d still feel the ridges through the thin fabric, knowing that even when the stitches were gone there was still going to be a scar there. There was too much about the entire debacle to try and unpack, so instead she just tried to push it farther and farther away in the back of her mind.

She was unsuccessful at that, of course, which was how she ended up leaving for the day halfway through her lunchbreak, throwing a halfhearted excuse to her boss on the way out the door. If anyone was trying to stop her, she couldn’t hear what they were saying. The sound of her heels against the tile, then the steps, then the blacktop of the parking lot was all that she could hear over the blood rushing in her ears. Tears were stinging her eyes and starting to run down her cheeks and she couldn’t even really pinpoint the exact reason why, or why now.

Before she even knew it, she was rolling up to the gate at the scrapyard. She felt like she’d blacked out on the way there, no recollection of the turns and streets that she’d taken. All of the nerves that had propelled her into her car in the first place seemed to fade as she stared at the gate in front of her. It wasn’t too late for her to bail on the whole thing. She could still reverse her car and leave and none would be the wiser.

Letting out a deep sigh, she shook her head at herself. “Fuck it,” she muttered under her breath as she rolled the rest of the way into the yard where the clubhouse was.

When she parked her car, one of the first things she noticed was that there were way more bikes parked out front than there usually were. She’d been to a handful of parties in the time that she had been with Gilly, and she’d seen a fairly decent turnout for those, but it seemed odd to her that everyone was apparently hanging around in the middle of the day on a random Thursday.

Just as she was pulling the key from the ignition and getting ready to step out, it hit her how overdressed she was for the place that she had shown up to. It’d been the farthest thing from her mind when she had left her office, but now she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She was going to stick out like a sore thumb no matter what, but her style of the day certainly didn’t help her any.

She was just hitting the lock button on her keys when someone spoke up behind her. “Josephine?”

The knot that had been growing in the pit of her stomach seemed to unravel for a moment when she heard whose voice it was. A relieved smile spread across her face as she turned around to see Chucky standing there in his work shirt, a large box cradled in his arms. It seemed to be his permanent state whenever he was at the scrapyard and the clubhouse.

“No one else makes my name sound so good, Chucky,” she said with a light laugh. Seeing the shock and joy on his face at her random appearance was almost enough to make Josie think that showing up had been a good idea. At the very least, it wasn’t going to be a total loss.

He carefully set the box down on the ground before walking over to her. He let her pull him into a hug as he asked, tentative but unashamedly hopeful, “Are you back?”

She squeezed him a little tighter for a brief moment, not wanting to get into all of it. “Not re—”

“Josie?” Gilly’s voice was sharp, slicing through the previously sweet moment with no resistance. “Are you serious?”

Chucky and Josie both turned to face Gilly, wildly different expressions on their faces. Josie was trying to figure out a way to explain herself, but Chucky didn’t share her hesitation. “She’s back!” his excitement was palpable.

Gilly’s eyes didn’t waver from Josie’s as he shook his head. “No she’s fuckin’ not.”

She sighed, “Gilly—”

He turned and looked at Chucky, doing his best not to take his frustration out on someone who had nothing to do with the problem. “I’ll take care of this, man.”

Chucky frowned, but he knew better than to argue or ask questions. He simply nodded to Gilly, offered up a wistful little grin to Josie, and then picked his box back up so he could continue on his way. Gilly and Josie both watched him walk away, listening to the tune he was whistling for a few seconds until he was relatively out of earshot.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Gilly said once it was just the two of them by her car.

“There are other ways to greet me, you know.”

“I know.”

She sighed, raking her fingers back through her hair. “Look, I—”

“You gotta stop just showing up here, Jos. You can’t keep doing this shit.”

“Or what?” she argued, voice not quite as cutting as Gilly’s but still a far cry from the soft tone she’d been using with Chucky. “Gonna get one of your other buddies,” she gestured to the rows of bikes a she said it, “to meet me at the door and turn me away like a bouncer?”

“I’ll meet you at the fuckin’ door,” he shot back. There were a few beats of silence, and when Gilly realized that Josie wasn’t just going to climb back in her car and leave, he sighed. At this point he figured he might as well hear her out about why she showed up. It’d be quicker than trying to argue with her. Plus, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t notice the exhaustion in her eyes. No amounts of anger and annoyance could make him that blind. “Well? Why are you here?”

For some reason she couldn’t help but to feel childish now, as she stood in front of him. For once the question wasn’t coated in barbs and yet she felt more apprehensive about answering it. She was questioning just how much right she had to be there after all, to be talking to him about it out of all people.

“I freaked out at work a little. I just, fuck, I don’t know, I ended up here,” she held her hands out slightly, gesturing to the entirety of the compound.

“Freaked out? Like, felony-charge, postal-level, or—”

“No,” she laughed in spite of herself, of the situation, of him. “Nothing like that. I just, uh,” she shrugged, “just sort of walked out.”

“You’re overselling this whole thing.”

“Can I fucking talk, please?” she was annoyed but trying not to laugh at the same time.

“Yea, get to the good part.”

“The part where I had a meltdown?”

“Yea, that.”

She rolled her eyes, taking a breath to get herself back in order. “All that shit that happened? With, you know,” she didn’t even notice that she reached up and touched where her stitches were, but Gilly did, “with the rest of your club. I just, I’ve been kind of fucked up about it.”

He did feel bad about it, felt bad for her. And despite how everything had unraveled between them, the thought had crossed his mind more than once that maybe he should reach out to check in on her. But he had no good advice for her on how to cope with it, so her number stayed blocked.

“You really think that being here is gonna fuckin’ help with that?” he asked, a surprising amount of sincerity in his tone.

“Staying away wasn’t really working, so…”

He frowned. “Look, Jos, I…I know that shit got insane around here. And I’m sorry that, you know,” his eyes flicked to her shoulder for a moment before he looked back at her face, “but I mean it—you can’t just come around and—”

“Why not?”

His eyes widened. “Don’t fucking do that. I know you’re not that stupid.”

“Gilly—”

“No.” He didn’t even want to entertain the argument. “You fucked up, Josie. This, this was the deal. I wouldn’t come around your work asking for help with club shit, and you wouldn’t come around me at all. Point blank. Period.”

“But—”

“No. If you’d stuck to those rules in the first place, you wouldn’t be all fucked up about getting shot right now.”

She felt her face get hot, eyes burning at the accusation. “So it’s my fault?”

“I mean…” he shrugged.

She huffed. “Oh, fuck you.”

“Sorry, did you come here and expect me wrap you up in a blanket and tell you that everything was gonna be okay?”

She rolled her eyes, hating that there were still traces of tears in them. “No but some fucking empathy would be nice.”

“This is the best I got for you right now, Jos. This is my empathy. Whatever’s fuckin’ left of it.” He let a beat pass before he let out another sigh. “You can’t keep coming back here and expecting good shit to happen. It, it doesn’t.”

She wanted to ask him why he kept coming back then, but she knew that she wouldn’t ever get a straight answer out of him. It would’ve been difficult before everything happened, but now that they were what they were, she was never going to get that kind of honesty, vulnerability, out of him again. Everything was different now.

“You gotta go, Josie,” he said, his tone letting her know just how hard he was working to sound less frustrated than he was.

She watched him as he took a step towards her car, like he was trying to coax her into following suit. Clearing her throat, she said, “Wait.”

He stopped, dropping his head for a moment so that his chin tucked towards his chest. She saw it in his shoulders the way he took a deep breath before turning his head to look at her. “What?”

“I never got to talk to you about why I showed up here in the first place.”

His face contorted in confusion. “Thought it was because of your fucking anticlimactic work story.”

She sighed. “No. Not, not today. I mean…I mean why I showed up before.” She paused, and when he didn’t say anything that led her to believe he had any idea what she was talking about, she said, “The wedding?”

His face instantly went from confused to exasperated. “You’re,” he shook his head, “you’re something else.”

“Please, Gilly.”

He threw his hands up. “Why do you wanna bring me anyway? What’s the point of bringing your fuckin’ ex to—” He stopped himself short when he saw the look on her face. “You fucking kidding me, Costa? You didn’t tell them that we broke up?”

“There was never a good time!”

“Well,” he grabbed the edges of his kutte with a shrug, “now you can tell your whole fuckin’ family at once since they’re all gonna be there.”

“Gilly—”

“No. You should have a built-in date to this shit anyway. Or, what, did it not work out with—”

“Don’t.”

“What? Do you two not talk anymore? Good enough to ruin your relationship over but not good enough to bring to Eva’s wedding? Really?”

“You know it wasn’t fucking like that.”

It wasn’t like that. Gilly knew that it wasn’t like that. But it didn’t change the fact that it had all happened. Sure, it was a mistake. Sure, she was drunk. Sure, it only happened once. All of those things were true. When Josie told him all of that, when she told him that it wasn’t ever going to happen again, he didn’t think that she was lying. He fully believed everything that she had told him, but it didn’t change the fact that he didn’t trust her anymore. Sure, she came clean, but it wasn’t clean enough to make the mess disappear.

Rather than get into all of that, he tried to stay focused on the problem at hand. “It’s not my fault you don’t wanna tell your family what happened. And I’m not gonna do this shit just so you don’t have to have an uncomfortable conversation with them.”

“Don’t make me tell them at my cousin’s fucking wedding. That’s, that’s such a dick move.”

“You know what’s an even bigger dick move, Josie?”

She knew she should’ve recoiled at that. There was no argument about this that she was ever going to have the high ground on. She did it to herself and she knew that. Still, she tried. “Do this for me and you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll, I’ll come clean to everyone after it’s over. But I just,” she pulled her fingers back through her hair, “just please, Gilly.”

He didn’t hesitate. “No. Not fucking happening.” He stepped back. “I’m sure you can find someone else to keep you company for the night. Never seemed to be a problem for you before.”

“Gilly—”

“If you wanted me to go with you to this wedding, then maybe you shouldn’t have gone and fucked around.”

Whatever complicated emotions she was feeling when she’d shown up, the residual fear and hurt of the shootout and all the other shit that came with it, was all pushed to the backburner. Her current frustration was so much easier to cling to, even if she had no right to cling to it. She didn’t know if it was comforting or infuriating.

“Fine. You know what?” She shrugged and started to walk towards her car. “Fine. Don’t fucking come. I’ll go by myself.”

He shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Good.”

She pulled her keys out of her pocket. “Yep. I’ll go all by my fucking self. And when my family asks me why I’m by myself, when they ask, ‘oh, where’s Gilly?’ I’ll get to tell them that you dumped me. Left me all alone. Left me stuck showing up to my cousin’s fucking wedding all by my—”

“That’s not what fucking happened.”

She shrugged. “They don’t fucking know that.”

“You can’t just fucking lie to—”

She barked out a laugh. “I sure can!”

“That’s fucked up.”

It was. It was incredibly fucked up and Josie knew that. Still, though, there was nothing to stop her from doing it if she wanted to. It was wrong. Gilly was the last person in the world who should’ve been getting slandered after how everything went down between the two of them.

“Why do you care?” she retorted. “Not like you’re ever going to fucking see any of them again.”

“I don’t need all five thousand members of your family thinking that I’m a scumbag.”

“Then come to the wedding with me.”

He clenched his jaw so tightly Josie thought that she was going to hear the sound of one of his teeth cracking. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“So I’ve been told.” She watched him, waiting for him to tell her to fuck off, to tell her family whatever the hell she wanted as long as it meant that he wasn’t ever going to have to talk to her or see her again. She studied his face, the tension in his muscles. When his shoulders sagged just the slightest bit, she couldn’t hide the shock in her eyes, eyebrows shooting up towards her hairline. She tried to recover quickly, putting on confidence that she didn’t have that the situation was turning out the way that it did. “I’ll pick you up, then. It’s on—”

“I know,” he cut her off, bitterness saturating every word. “You left their fucking save the date on my fridge.”

Her brows came together. “You didn’t throw that out?”

He gestured back to the clubhouse in annoyance. “I’ve been a little fuckin’ busy, Jos.”

She tried not to look amused at that and failed. “Right.”

He nodded towards her car. “You can go now.”

As much as she wanted to try and keep pushing her luck, she knew that it wouldn’t be worth it. She was on ice so thin that it defied the laws of physics when it came to him. It was amazing that she hadn’t fallen through and drowned yet.

“I’ll see you in a couple weeks,” she said, caving just this once in direct opposition to all the grief that she had been giving him.

He was shaking his head but he still said, “Yea.”

He waited until she was back in her car, the driver’s door closed. When she turned the key in the ignition and the engine came to life, he finally turned around and started to walk away. Josie couldn’t help but to watch him as he walked away. Something was different about him, but it took a few seconds for her to be able to put her finger on it. Once she did, she wasn’t able to stop herself from rolling down her window and calling out after him.

“Gilly!” She waited, and when he turned around, she pointed at him with her hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel. “What happened to your rocker?”

He pressed his lips into a thin, flat line as he shook his head at her. The one time that she wasn’t trying to get completely underneath his skin, she was able to do it with five fucking words. “Don’t make me change my fucking mind, Josie.”

She just barely stifled her laughter as she held her hands up in mock surrender. “My bad.”

Gilly was still shaking his head at her, at everything, as he turned back around and continued to make his way towards the clubhouse. Josie still kept watching him as she put her car in reverse. She amused smirk that was on her face faded little by little the farther away he walked, the farther she rolled back out of the lot.

Even though she had no right, she couldn’t deny that she missed him. She wondered if he missed her at all. She wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. Honestly, she’d be shocked if he had any good feelings left for her. She was surprised that she’d actually convinced him to go to her cousin’s wedding with her. All this time, she thought that that was going to be the hard part. As she pulled out onto the road, however, she realized that the hard part hadn’t even started.

#mayansmc #mayans mc #mayans fx #mayans mc fanfic #gilly lopez x oc #gilly lopez #gilly lopez fanfiction #oc josie #oc josephine costa #far from over #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[abeinginsand]

Taylor rainy day hcs

Taylor loves being in the rain, but I imagine his mom would ask him to take an umbrella, at least sometimes? Or Cass may sneak it into his go-bag other times, so he doesn't forget it.

Most often the umbrella is not used properly.

He's used it as a stealth item to hide from and avoid classmates and teachers that he doesn't like around town. Its a go to way to avoid awkward or annoying conversations. Taylor also enjoys striking poses with it on occasion, works great as a second sword of sorts. He can try super cool dual wielding poses or use the sturdy umbrella as a makeshift cane on the rare occasions he forgets his own at home.

When the rain gets extremely heavy and/or his legs are feeling extra achy that day. Taylor will sit down some place and rest the umbrella against something so he can sit under it. Probably play on his phone for awhile while listening to the rain drops. Probably gets an Uber back home when the rain stops! It depend on how long the rain lasts or how hard he zoned into his mobile games.

Or on the rare occurrence he isn't alone, he'll offer the umbrella to the other classmate (if they don't have one). Its mostly only happened during field trips or at the end of a school day. After the offer, they'll go their separate ways. Sometimes the person will return the umbrella while occasionally it'll need to be replaced. He's got money though and he wasn't really using it much anyway so that part doesn't phase him. To add to that, his mom is usually really happy when he says he offered an umbrella to someone, especially someone that happens to be a girl. She's been giving him the signature Swift fam "you've got this" thumbs up a lot more lately. If he's honest, sometimes the idea of romance is...a lot when it's not a strict 2d interaction. He stops offering the umbrella to people for a few months.

Things are different when his new sidekicks come into the picture. Firstly, when it rains, Normal offers him an umbrella at the same time as Taylor was offering it to him. They ended up accidentally hitting each other haha. Though Taylor's hand stung more than Normal's did given he was not wearing a mascot costume. The two get past some awkward apologies and talk about either music or school gossip.

With Scary, she skeptically accepted the umbrella but asked why he didn't use it for himself. No one's asked him before and Taylor passionately rambles about his love for rain and rainy day scenes in stories as they walk through town. Though sometimes Scary does tease that he must not be worried about getting sick from the rain because idiots don't catch colds, right? He takes some psychic damage with an on cue anime sound effect. Teasing aside, Scary is the first to send him a text on an actual sick day--usually a short, "you're alive, right?" type of message which is nice in its own way.

The first time getting caught in the rain with Link doesn't go at all like Taylor was expecting. Link doesn't have an umbrella like Normal did and doesn't ask why like Scary had. Instead, Link arches an eyebrow and looks at the blue with white polka dots umbrella in his friend's outstretched hand for few minutes and then back to Taylor.

He says, "Thanks and okay, we should share it though." Taylor slowly agrees and the two share it while he remains surprised. It was the first time he'd shared an umbrella with someone since his childhood friend moved away. He was so used to walking alone or keeping some distance when with a person that he'd forgotten sharing it was a thing. Link holds the umbrella above them as they leave school. They talk about sports games and anime, joking around and occasionally playfully jabbing each other with fingers or elbows.

When the rain gets harder though, Link bolts forward to find the nearest open shop. This ends up dousing Taylor with water pretty good! He makes some sound that he hopes the natural rain bgm covered up and runs after the athlete. They end up racing each other which was initially frustrating but ends up pretty fun. For some reason, running in the rain alone or with a friend gives this cozy, familiar feeling too just like sitting by a fireplace or campfire does. Maybe it was because he used to play in the rain with his mom a lot as a kid.

Lastly, Taylor walking with Hermie during a rainy day leads to a teaching lesson. They both had umbrellas and, like certain punk seekers of darkness, Hermie asked why Taylor liked the rain so much. Hermie chimes in to Taylor's rambles with his own fav rain-related stuff and mentions a certain musical number. One of the few musicals that Taylor knew that weren't anime related! Anyways, Hermie proudly shows off his performing skill by doing atleast some of Singing in the Rain which Taylor thinks is pretty cool. The two practice some of the steps for awhile until the rain stops.

#taylor swift dndads #dndads taylor swift #dndads #dndads headcanon #normal oak swallows garcia #normal oak #scary marlowe #lincoln li wilson #lincoln wilson #hermie the unworthy #hermie unworthy #cassandra swift #dndads s2 #abeinginsand talk tag #Still thinking about how Cass was excited that her son was having a huge party with a bunch of girls and was not mad at all #Only kinda disappointed since the girls were card board cut outs and the police were being dramatic #Taylor and Cass are so silly #Cass was probably cheering him on when he set up that voice message in his bedroom haha #abeinginsand writing tag #rainy day series

[sovonight]

Hi you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, I just have a question! You know a lot more about charms than I do, I was thinking about opening custom charm commissions and ordering the charms from Vograce. I think production, if I had 6 charms/slots, would be around 40-ish dollars if I include shipping? Maybe 50? I’m wondering if you have suggestions on how much I should price per charm. At first I was going to charge just $50 per charm, $65 if someone wants two characters, but then again, I don’t want to undersell myself at all, I’ve seen artists charge from $90 up to $105 per charm commission. but I wanted to ask your opinion first. I’m always afraid to price high because a lot of people complain if anything is over $50 when it comes to artwork, but then I have this habit of underselling. One time I only charged $10 for full body full colored artwork and I really burnt myself out making almost 30 of those, it took me eight months to complete them all... and I’m afraid of repeating that mistake with charms too. I’m experienced with drawing and ordering charms and experienced in drawing commissions, but I’ve never done custom commissions for physical items before. Thank you for taking the time to read this!

(disclaimer that i haven't done charm commissions before either, but i've been thinking abt it a lot so i've been paying attention when it's discussed on the art discords haha)

to establish a starting price for the art alone, just time yourself and multiply your hours by at least minimum wage as usual (i'd start with $15/hr). then add in production/shipping cost, then consider adding in extra based on other time factors (in the bulletpoints)

in the end i'd expect at least a $100-$200 starting price for charm commissions, especially if you're drawing the charm fully custom each time. the exception is if your process is relatively quick and easy, like if you use a simple style that's quick for you or a pre-posed base that you only need to make adjustments to. in this case i could see the starting price go down to $50-$100. so if it turns out that the price you calculated based on your hours is higher than what you think your clients are willing to pay, cutting down your hourly rate should be a last resort; i'd suggest first trying to see if you can make your process shorter and faster by offering a more simple or limited design. or you can offer designs that utilize art assets you've already drawn beforehand, and just cleverly select the customizable element of the charm

other things to think abt:

consider adding to your initial time estimate by accounting for time spent formatting your files, placing the order, quality checking, etc. plus the normal commission stuff like time spent on revisions. charm commissions also often mean extra time spent messaging the commissioner compared to digital commissions (explaining choice of clasps/finishes, communicating production/shipping status, etc) so you may want to account for that extra correspondence time too

personally i wouldn't heavily discount multiple characters. maybe a 10-15% discount, but tbh no discount is normal too. if the characters are separate, they're as much work as 2 commissions, and if they're interacting, that interaction takes extra effort to plan and pose, so it's still the work of 2 commissions

bc the difference in cost is small and it adds a lot of value, i'd definitely offer the charms as double-sided. it'd be no extra work, just the same image on both sides, where one side's flipped. you could offer an alternate expression for the other side of the charm for an additional cost

if the character is asymmetric and the commissioner wants them to be correctly asymmetric on both sides of the charm, charge extra (or alternatively don't even entertain this as an option, some silhouettes are difficult to flip for this)

you could consider offering a discount if the commission is of a character with enough demand that you can reprint and sell the charm separately

remember to update your tos to cover the details of physical charm commissions 👍

and on the production end of things, these are what i immediately thought abt:

how many copies of the charm will you give commissioners by default?

how much will you charge for additional copies of the charm?

how many copies will you actually order? (do you get extra to account for flaws, or order exact amounts)?

do you cover shipping cost to the commissioner, or does the commissioner cover it?

what happens if the package gets lost or damaged--either on the way to you, or on the way to the commissioner?

what happens if the charms come in and they're flawed?

can your pricing setup cover the occasional need to order replacement charms for the scenarios above?

#sovo answers #art tips

[aureatchi]

no because the last thing i was expecting was fyodor’s backstory all of a sudden 😭😭 personally, i was thinking his backstory would be him beinf a somewhat “normal” person until spiraling into the mindset he has now. i definitely don’t think it’s over for him though, even if it means someone else is carrying out his plans

i also think the anime ended at atsushi and akutagawa so that viewers will run to the manga (which is still behind 💀). i feel like season 6, after they adapt whatever light novel, will open up with either the events leading up to the ending scene or fyodor’s backstory

also the theory with fyodor manipulating fukuchi does make sense!! fyodor can definitely twist things so that the whole plan they came up with seems like the only solution. seeing that part again with fukuchi + fukuzawa at the end though made me :((

also always feel free to share more theories, i’d love to hear them <3

omg yeah. this may be an unpopular opinion but i’ve never really wanted any of the “fyodor isn’t human” theories to turn out bcz i really like him as human lmfao. 😭 or the he being centuries old LMAO no wonder he sometimes reminds me of muzan kibutsuji. niki said maybe “demon fyodor” is quite literal lol. but tbh i really wanted to see kid fedya—my bad i think i’m so biased by all the childhood bsfs to lovers i’ve read on here haha

exactly !! + they also did fukufuku’s entire scene so that the finale could cut out the entire sigma’s memories from it. (omg it’s so long idek if we’ll see my fav aku & atsushi by may LOL)

EXACTLY with the manipulation !! and the last panel too :< i didn’t think it could even be sadder than the anime but… :’)

okay current theories !! (light beast & dead apple spoilers)

i have a couple on wtf is going on with fyodor. my initial thought and what i still think is most reasonable is that he fornicated his memories with his(?) ability somehow beforehand because imo i find it crazy he actually let sigma look through his memories and just leave him there w/out taking extra precaution? then the time travel theory could be possible because the amenogozen exists…so it wouldn’t be that far off? 🤷🏻‍♀️ (can you tell i’m still in shock + don’t want to accept the immortality direction we’re currently going in)

this one which i’ve been thinking about for awhile !! (this is also my favorite one.) obviously fyodor is super smart, so i found it odd that dazai is the only one who knows about the multiverse. i pointed out how i was super nervous dazai implied he didn’t get something for once (him saying “i just don’t get it…”) and then @chuuyrr brought it up later, saying this could be how fyodor was one step ahead. he could’ve figured out about the multiple universes too (without dazai’s knowledge) + he was able to get his hands on one page of the book. also mentioning the scar he has in this chapter to further add to our theory.

finally…okay i’ll address it lol. in dead apple where fyodor gives his infamous “crime and punishment” speech, it implies there is a duality or separation of his ability (literally crime as one persona and punishment as another.) there are so many parallels to fyodor’s situation in this chapter—him with ace (conversation), the helicopter (stabbed with a metal rod/he is about to get speared.) so, it would make sense that some type of resurrection/not being able to die power could be part of his ability, even if we’ve seen that his ability is that he kills people with a touch. two parts.

anyways, those are my theories on specifically fyodor. honestly, all of them could be wrong. any previous assumption i had was already shattered by this chapter, so we’ll have to wait until april to see whether they’ll be mended or further disintegrated HAHA.

#.𖥔 ˖ qna #.* reverie’s loves (ˇᵋ ˇෆ #💌 p.o. send to: angel! #bsd spoilers #bsd manga spoilers #bsd theories

[hypmic-writings]

Hi! I haven’t seen much TDD Ichiro content in a while so maybe headcanons of him being in a relationship with a classmate who also tutors him for school? I hope that’s alright with you!

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Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: Sorry for going so long without posting, life has been rather crazy on my end! I hope you enjoy this one though, it was really cute! I feel like we all remember our high school crushes and significant others long after we graduate haha~

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you and Ichiro started dating when you were in Year 2 and he was the one who asked you out

he had always been floored by your intelligence and he also thought you were definitely the hottest person in your year

so although he had been asking you out since your first year, you didn’t say yes until Year 2

the two of you weren’t in a lot of classes together, mainly because you were already taking all of the upper level classes

and no matter how they divided up the classes, you and Ichiro never really got to spend much class time together

but that was okay because you spent more than enough time together after school and during breaks

specifically for tutoring sessions

because even though the two of you were madly in love, Ichiro was still failing some classes while you were passing with soaring marks

so he asked you to tutor him in some of the places he needed help and you were more than happy to spend the time doing so

it’s definitely not easy to tutor Ichiro so you’ll have to be mentally strong if not someone who takes things seriously

most of the time when he’s not flirting with you or trying to hog your attention, he’s cracking little jokes and sending you into fits of laughter

so it’s actually quite difficult to get him to do his homework

but you get creative in the ways that you end up getting him to focus

sometimes you’ll tell him that if he gets a certain percentage right on the practice test that you’ll buy him some sweets

other times you’ll say that he gets a kiss every time he completes his homework and turns it in on time

the reward system definitely gets him to be more active and do his work properly and you think that’s hilarious

whenever the two of you have regular date nights, you’ll add in a half hour of studying which annoys Ichiro 

but he can’t really say anything when you remind him of how little he knows about each subject

Ichiro can’t wait for the summer when he doesn’t have to worry about tutoring interfering with the normal dates you two have

there’s a lot of whining from Ichiro’s side and unfortunately there will have to be a lot of support on your side

but even if you’re someone who’s a bit more strict or straight laced, Ichiro is going to try his best to be tutored by you properly

because the last thing he would want is to waste your time or (god forbid) make you not want to be around him anymore simply because he can’t take school seriously

so although it’s a pain for him and he doesn’t really care about it, he’ll still do his best to focus when you’re tutoring him

but sometimes Ichiro gets lost in your eyes when you’re explaining something because he thinks the way you say long words is so cute

and other times he just loves to look at your ‘concentration face’ which distracts him way too often

at the end of the semester though, he’s surprised to find that he actually ends up passing all of his classes 

you’re not really surprised though because you know that he was working hard to impress you and to actually do well

so you give him extra cuddles that night as a ‘congratulations’ gift and Ichiro is so happy to have you as a tutor

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypnosis mic #hypmic #ichiro yamada #ichiro yamada x reader #ichiro x reader #ichiro #hypnosis microphone #imagines #headcanons #hypmic imagines #hypmic headcanons #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic headcanons #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis microphone headcanons

[fitgothgirl]

My no-weed day yesterday went ok - it was successful at least! But I will say I definitely wanted to drink. It's not abnormal for me to have a drink or two even on weeknights, and my therapist has said if it's a couple glasses of wine or whatever then I shouldn't really worry about it since alcohol isn't my problem and it's better to focus on one thing at a time (I do want to drink less eventually though). But last night I was actually looking to get a little drunk. I ended up not really achieving that though since I spread out my drinks too much, but still. And that means I couldn't really see the difference in my sleep quality on my Fitbit since the extra alcohol would be messing that up. But it was my first no-weed day so I totally give myself slack. I just don't want to make alcohol habit of course; if that were the case then I'd rather stick to weed lol.

And the point is that just in terms of weed, it went well! Today I woke up and had a normal day, I didn't feel like I wanted weed extra bad or anything. Now it's the evening and I am looking forward to when my kSafe unlocks at 10pm, but no more than other days. So that feels really good to confirm. And I bet I'll get extra stoned tonight so that's fun too haha. It's so nice to have a lower tolerance now and actually really feel the high and be able to enjoy it rather than just mindlessly smoking out of habit and barely feeling anything.

I'd like to start incorporating weedless days; my original plan says I should be smoking only every other day by this point but I've called some audibles and hadn't started that yet. I think I can now though, meaning I won't cut myself off at the new year. Plus I just bought more weed too so I may as well just finish this eighth, which will probably last me until my break is scheduled to start. And if I run out a little before 1/15, I may as well just start my break early.

Realizing an eighth will last me about that long is so crazy to me. An eighth used to last me about three days... I've come so far!!!

#mine

[faulty-writes]

Hii! How are you madam? (I heard people call you that!)

May i request a highschool mirko x arab! Reader that wears a kaffiyeh in their head to resemble their culture?

(I love the way you write her!)

[ Ah yes, I have a few nicknames on here. Faulty, Faulty-san, Madam Faulty, Mrs famous faulty, Famous Faulty writes, I'm sure the list goes on. But you're more than welcome to refer to me by my legal name which is Poet. Yes, you read that right. Haha. Anywho, I'm doing great! Thank you for asking and this sounds interesting, I'd be happy to see what I can do with it. Also, I'll be adding Bakugou to this as per your second request. ]

You were frightened when you first met Rumi because of an old mythical creature from your culture called 'Almiraj' and much like one of the stories about the creature as soon as Rumi set her eyes on you it caused you to flee.

Rumi seemed happy with your initial reaction and the way you'd avoid her, but it got old quick. "Hey pretty face! I see you!" she called in the hallway and despite your best efforts to once again run away, she grabbed the loose end of your kaffiyeh. "Now that I have your attention there, what's your problem!?" she snarled in your face with her ears standing straight up and her tail puffed out.

You began to see Rumi as a less terrifying creature after you witnessed the way she handled the power of her quirk. While she wasn't compassionate to you, she didn't hesitate to save others and though she appreciated the praise, she didn't allow it to completely change her.

One day, you decided to cook Rumi a native dish from your culture, but she didn't seem to like it. "Jeez pretty face! Do all of your dishes smell this bad?" to say you were insulted was an understatement, but you weren't aware that Rumi got hungry in the middle of the night and proceeded to eat the food you had made after all.

She scared you to death the day she slammed an oversized book onto your desk and leaned over with a snarl. "Your culture sounds weird there pretty face! Are you sure you wouldn't like being from somewhere else?" she questioned and part of you was honestly flattered she had done research on your background.

Despite her view on your culture, she found herself spending more and more time with you. "So pretty face! What do you think about coming to work for my future agency!? It'll look good having a foreigner there!" while you were a little disappointed she still viewed you as an outsider, the fact that she wanted you to work with her was an offer you couldn't refuse.

"Why the hell do you even have that damn thing on your head!?" he snapped, balling his hands into trembling fists. "You cost us the damn round because that thing got caught on something! Just stay still! Damn extra..." he said and despite being angry he proceeded to help you untangle yourself.

"You don't know how to chop these right!" Katsuki snapped at you one day while you were trying to make a dish from your culture. "Step aside! Damn extra doesn't know how to properly chop..." he grumbled the whole time you were in the kitchen, but you were grateful nonetheless that he was helping you cook.

"This is stupid!" he growled as he tried tugging on the kaffiyeh you had properly secured atop his head. "What the hell is this damn thing supposed to represent!?" he questioned, ignoring the way his body trembled and his cheeks lit up. Why he had agreed to let you do this to him, he'd never know.

"You two better shut the hell up if you know what's good for you!" he snapped, though his words were filled with less anger than normal due to the fact that Kaminari and Eijirou were currently teasing him. "Come on dude! You totally like them!" Kaminari said with a laugh. "I agree even if they're a little foreign, I support you!" Katsuki's explosions were heard moments after.

He tried not to let his friends get to him, but he couldn't help but find himself curious about your culture more specifically your parents. "Eh? So your parents are strict too, huh?" he asked, and while parents in your culture were known to be strict. You instead chose to address the fact that Katsuki's parents raised him well.

Being friends with Katsuki had its benefits, the best of which was the fact that you had a protector. "Yeah!? Stay the hell away from them before I blast your damn face off!" was a common phrase he used whenever he happened to catch someone speaking disrespectfully about you or to you. But his efforts were appreciated nonetheless.

#rumi x reader #katsuki x reader #mirko x reader #bakugou x reader #mirko x y/n #bakugou x y/n #katsuki x you #mirko x you #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama: headcanons #faulty writes: rumi usagiyama #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou: headcanons #faulty writes: katsuki bakugou

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Just got out of class where we had our group critique; can finally post something I've had done for a couple days now 🎉🎉 project details/commentary/funny(?) story under cut because I don't know how to keep things brief

tl;dr: Made some stickers that show things that interest me in Japan for class :) might try to print them later on, if I do then I'll post that too

This was for Digital Art, it's another "draw concepts of a specific location," but I didn't like, draw where I live this time, so I can actually post this one online haha.

The actual instructions were: "Create six 3"x3" stickers that represent parts of a city, country, landmark, or attraction you would like to visit/have visited." I, a typical art student, chose to do Japan, but I didn't really wanna lean into the whole anime thing a lot, partly because I just don't watch it as often as I used to. I wanted to stick with architecture and major landmarks, but buildings are hard to draw repeatedly in a shorter time limit so I ended up drawing some food too. Also, I'm a percussionist, so I wanted to include a taiko drum just cause they're really cool

The lineart itself took the longest since I reeeaaaally wanted to emphasize a hand drawn feeling to the stickers. I felt this was the best way to make all of the stickers match stylistically, aside from general color matching. I couldnt entirely rely on colors to make them match because things like the ramen bowl had wayyy more colors than the buildings/mountains, and the onigiri was mostly one color. Matching the stickers was part of the grading criteria, so after a lot of brainstorming, I ended up deciding to put more attention to detail into the linework than to the color scheme (though I did try to weasel in that orangey red into as much as I could)

Illustrator did not like line style I used, 'cause apparently all those textured pens take a lot more to load than the normal ones (never had that problem in the program I normally use to draw, so it caught me off guard). Halfway into the project my laptop's fan would sound like a jet engine every time I opened the file; needless to say, progress was slowed a bit as the program started to get extremely laggy haha.

I wasn't able to start on the coloring until a few days before the project was due but I was still good on time . Ultimately ended up having to pull a near all nighter though, because Illustrator crashed in the middle of the coloring process (guessing bc of the lineart), which got rid of hours worth of work :D so cool, love that

Got it done, walked into class on Monday w/ three hours of sleep ready for critique, but five or so other people didn't finish theirs on time so prof ended up extending the due date anyway :D :D so cool very awesome

Can't really be mad though. I would've been happy if that courtesy was extended to me if I were in that spot, so I just went home and used the extra time to knock out some homework lol.

The extra time was worth it too cause everyone's turned out so cool :D wish I could share those too cause I loved looking at all of them during critique today

I said I just got out of class when I wrote this but I took so long to finish the post that two hours have passed since then,,

#they said the lettuce in the ramen was too green #i mean i totally agree but #they bullied my lettuce

[lightyearssurrogatedaddy]

Actual Skel Anatomy Brainrot

So my posts about magical membranes, vertebrae, teeth and traits was the end of it... right?

Haha LSD you dumb fuck, this is your new hyperfixation for the week.

Kind of long, I did this for fun and I'm not really up-to-date on what everyone's collective hivemind of an opinion is on Skel headcanons, so if I repeat something someone's already said, just be cool that you're hearing the same viewpoint twice:

Yeah

A Skel's body is naturally more resistant to most anti-depressants and pills, which aids them in being one of the least likely monster types to die from illness, but makes them more vulnerable if they do happen to catch a cold. If the virus can get past the immunity system, your Skel is in for a hell of a ride.

It takes longer for a Skel to get drunk or high, when they do it effects their magic. Randomly melting into half-assed attacks (for example; Error would have the problem of constantly pouring sting out his eyes. Someone like Papyrus would unintentionally bluify someone/thing around himself.) which are always harmless.

Magic on medication or stimulant loses its strength and deals less than half the damage it's supposed to, although prescription meds aren't as stat draining as what was listed above.

Becomes harder to control in some cases, if your Skel has a more violent nature their magic might react extremely to aspirin or melatonin. That's the body trying to get rid of the unfamiliar chemicals, and goes about it the same way the personality type of the host does.

Skel's breathe to absorb oxygen, like everyone does, the oxygen is used to put more power for attacks and energy reserves. They can run faster, react quicker, and talk louder. They don't suffer from any side effects without air, and could happily exist in a vacuum. They also use breathing for their vocal cords.

Fun fact: a Skel's bite force is 235PSI, the same as a pitbull's, and can lock their jaws to the same ability when biting into something. Its a leftover trait from a much more primal age, like with humans still having wisdom teeth. (but yk, pitbull-esc strength is way cooler.) So Skels don't have many reasons to bite or maul.

Their teeth keep growing throughout their lives, sometimes if unchecked can result in overgrowth that makes it hard to eat or communicate, similar to 'overgrown beaks' in birds. Normally their teeth are worn down by the common habit of chewing or losing them. Skel's have three sets of teeth, their infant pair, adulters, and backup set.

Other Skel bone facts: there are different types of vertebrae, named after the expands it runs down. But intercross commonly.

Cervical-Thoracic, Thoracic-Lumbar, Cervical-Lumbar, to name a few variations

The two types of vertebrae builds are straight-edge and curved, curved is more likely for Cervical and Thoracic, while straight-edge is typically found further down the spine.

Tailbones! A Skel's tail doesn't get much longer than 6-8 inches, and tucks between the legs most of the time to act as extra membrane protection. It doesn't have the same flexibility of a dog or cat's, so they can't express emotion through it, nor does a tail have enough strength to act as a limb.

When the membrane is broken it'll bleed a thick red liquid, no matter the magic color. Happens frequently, sometimes the bones meant to protect the membrane end up piercing it on accident.

The membrane relies on the soul to repair itself if it gets damaged, if you don't have a soul, you're more likely to severe internal bleeding and gag reflex. Vomiting liquid magic also happens if one tries to absorb magic that isn't theirs, the body treats it like a virus.

Ngl it feels really good to find a cool creature to jump on and explore. Ik some of my bullshit would look strange in canon, but really, I just wanted to have fun and reimagine these characters and their body types. uhhhh ight I think that's it

#undertale #undertale au #utmv #small rant #headcanons #lots of headcanons #I haven't done a hecc dump ina long while tbh #there was originally more stuff about ecto but it was starting to get awkward #awkward as in I was halfway through explaining the birds and the bees #so I just decided to stop and deleted it all #don't give me that weird look when I said I thought about everything I meant I thought about everything #I don't half-ass anything in life #except for schoolwork and chores #Skel anatomy

[postwarlevi]

Every day's a good day for self-shipping!!! 💜

Jean says he's bringing you to the farmer's market during the weekend!! What are you going to wear, what are you two going to buy, and how does the day end?

(In all honesty I have no concept about how farmer's markets work and if they open during autumn so. Hopefully I get this right XD)

- Rei <3 @levi-supreme

Rei! Hello! You guys know me so well LOL

Farmers Markets are very fun! As long as it's cool enough. I don't go in summer cause I don't do well in the heat. But I just went to my favorite one that opened recently for the season last weekend. It was nice weather.

Mine sells lots of fresh produce and plants, dried fruits and ready made foods like pizza, popcorn, waffles, ice cream, lots of things! There's bakers and cheese vendors, and other things like dried pasta and honey and specialty items like sauces or jams. AND homemade items like straw hats and artwork and jewelry, and dresses! I'm not sure Farmers Markets usually have all the extras but I imagine so!

Okay here we go! Something like this with a large brim sunhat!

We go when it opens and bring a few tote bags. We need to invest in a cart! We'll see who has what before we buy because sometimes multiple people are selling the same thing but the quality and price will be different!

We want to get the best produce so hit that first! From one vendor we get zucchini and tomatoes, apples and bananas, from other, pineapple and lemons, peppers and carrots. This is our normal gatherings! If the season is offering fresh strawberries he gets cartons (yes, many!) of them and we have to bring the produce to the car before continuing on haha. We gets greens, winter squash and other berries as well. We need a cart I said! We have a mini spat about all the strawberries but I let him have his way and honestly we'll get through most of them and freeze some.

Okay we're back from the car again, and this guy is ready to eat like he didn't just make us breakfast a little while ago. It's brunch so we take a few minutes to sit down with waffles, muffins and fruit water/smoothies. He gets strawberry, no surprise there, and I like nut milk smoothies.

We like sitting and talking under the shade of the umbrella and people watch. We keep talking about taking Murphy our pup since there's so many other dogs, but want to train him more before throwing him into the middle of all these people and their dogs, and want him trained more to stay with us. As of now he still is very excitable. But we'll bring him some fancy homemade treats home!

We generally stay together, or at least in the same area, maybe wandering to the stall next door if the other is taking their time.

We are bad about dried fruit and get pineapple and mango, and if we are splurging, pears and cherries. I don't know who is supposed to be keeping track of finances here but today it's neither of us apparently LOL.

We like fresh bread and agree to get one two loaves. One rye and one wheat. They smell delicious! Maybe a couple other small pastry items to take home. Who can pass up a pumpkin muffin or blueberry lemon bar!?

We look at things like homemade jams, it's easier to buy then to make so sometimes get them. Also honey and maple syrups. Sometimes we'll look at dairy but usually skip. If there's a good deal on eggs we'll get them.

We are all about the food but do look at other things. We'd like more plants but need something simple. While I get a basil plant he's buying me a sunflower and lilac bouquet :D We get a hanging plant as well for the kitchen window area.

And look, it's time to eat...again! This time we share a small woodfire pizza and get vegan ice cream as well! Though Jean eats meat which is cool with me, he is open to vegetarian or vegan options. He raves about the vanilla and says it's better than the dairy version. He's very considerate when he does have meat and has cut way down on it. He says it's better for him anyway.

Okay back to the market! We've been through the fresh food and ready to eat, and the plant area. Oh and didn't forget the dog treats for Murphy. So we look at the straw hats though we both have. Also the recycled totes which, again, we have. But we look just incase.

Neither of us wear much jewelry so skip it, but look at the handmade wooden cutting boards and coasters. We have so many kitchen things but these are so nice that we get a couple of bowls. We also think about coasters for gifts.

There's some stalls with dresses, handbags and sunglasses (this is where we split up haha). I get a dress and Jean gets another pair of sunglasses, neither of which we need haha. (A version of my dress :) )

Other stalls have soaps and candles which we look at but don't usually buy, same which more handcrafted items and artwork. Again, maybe as gifts. But there is a papercraft vendor who has things like bookmarks and greeting cards and wall prints, and also magnets and keychains. The stuff is so cute we usually get a few things. They do customization too so it's a great gift for most events!

So, now we have run out of money HAHA so, it's time to call it a day.

Here's a picture of one of our produce haul. Note this man already grabbed most the strawberries...

HAHA well that was more about the market then Jean and my relationship but, that's what we usually buy! Which maybe says something about us :)

#moots #moots rei #self ship #self shipping #jeliza #yes i love the farmers market #jean does too #we love going a few times a year #that's all we can afford lol