#i know it sounds random but i sWEAR its Gender

[dreamermonica]

“how much do you love me?”

in which you question the extent of their love out of the blue.

—includes itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, barou shouei

—gender neutral reader, isagi is the only normal one AGAIN, trigger warning for kais*r himself, established relationships, fluff, crack, nagi’s got a bit too real for a sec, some swearing, yeah this is reminiscent of my most popular post on genshinblr what abt it😤

SAE surprisingly ponders your question. years of your random questions getting ignored has its effects, and it is definitely the reason you're now staring at him like a madman, ready to catch his response in an instant. oh my, you think your heart isn't ready for this. what could your lovely and handsome boyfriend say that'll effectively swoop you off your fee—

“as much as one would love a rock, i guess.”

you whine as you throw your head back in frustration, sliding off the couch dramatically, earning him a scoff. “so mean! and unromantic too! pick a disability, not multiple!”

“well, you're as dumb as a rock. can't have too much in this world, unfortunately.”

a pout makes its way to your features, before suddenly switching into a suspicious frown when you see a small smile creeping on his face.

wait...you're as dumb as a rock?

“oh...?” your face immediately looks up at him. “and how much do you love this stupid rock exactly...?”

seeing that you finally caught on his antics, a heart-fluttering chuckle escapes his lips, his eyes shut in amusement as your heart beat quickens at the melodious sound.

“a lot—as in more than anything in this world.”

RIN ignores you. acts like you never spoke in the first place. why? hah, his pride's too high for him to even properly answer that. even if he said something that's relatively joking or teasing, it'd be lying in a way, right? so what purpose would it solve in answering your question? exactly. none. so you get no response, whatsoever.

“rin-chan, answer my question, please?”

radio silence.

“rrrrrrrrrin. rinnnnnn. riiiiiiiiiiin. RIN!”

he still continues on walking, gaze still ahead whilst you struggle to waddle along with his wide strides, opting to grab his arms as to not get left behind.

“itoshi rin! just how much do you love m—”

he places his gloved hand flat against your face, shutting you up as he moves you away from his line of sight. his teal stare still bored and unbothered.

“any louder and you'll attract attention. i don't want paparazzi stuck to us for the rest of the day.”

you narrow your eyes at him as he practically drags you along, legs unable to keep up with his pace. “i don't see how that refrains you from answering my question, though.”

“i won't answer a question you already know the answer to, so shut up.”

you blink twice, swearing you just saw his cheeks go a bit red for a quick second. were you seeing things...?

KAISER, the mischief, always has to edge you on for a bit before giving you what you want. (🤨📸) it's how he functions as a partner—never failing to be an infuriating piece of shit who gets on your nerves whenever he gets a chance. what makes you think now would be an exception?

“hmm...” he hums with that annoying curl of his lips once more, feigning thoughtfulness. “what do you think?”

“more than you love yourself?” you guess expectantly.

but with how he gasps dramatically at you, all your expectations of the narcissistic king drop like dead flies. your expression must’ve also dropped without you noticing, because now, your asshole of a boyfriend is cackling at you. you mercifully resist the urge to hit his annoyingly pretty face as you pout and face away from him with a huff.

“what’s with that glare? i didn’t mean it, you know.” yet he continues to snicker like a child.

“what did i even expect from you…" you sigh, visibly deflating in disappointment as you stand up to leave. “i’m an idiot.”

“yep, you are for even believing i’d—” wrapping his arms around your frame, he pulls you onto his lap with yet another shit-eating grin of his. “—let you go like that. now gimme a kiss, chuu—”

pushing away his exaggerated puckered lips from your face, still glaring at him. “what do you say first, my liebe?”

he chuckles, half of his face flat against your palm that’s pushing him away. “i’m very sorry. i love you more than anything. well, except my side chicks—” your glare turns into a scowl. “—just kidding! i love you, baby. so much that i’d give up anything in this world just to see you smile.”

removing your hand from his face, you finally let him attack you with his kisses.

REO smugly raises his black card. well, it would’ve been a lot more cool and impressive if he didn’t practically jump out of the couch in his pajamas and full-on sprinted to his bedroom to fetch it. was he waiting for this question for a long time now?

“…what’s that have to do with—”

“i love you, as much as the amount within this baby right here. if not, then more!” he slaps the who-knows-how-much card onto the coffee table, gazing at you with excitement not much unlike a puppy waiting for the coos and praises of its owner after fetching them a stick.

adorable. so goddamn cute. ahhhhh. you want to rip your hair out.

“how long were you waiting for this moment…?” why does this scene seem so familiar?

"a long time. i saw this while reading one of the romance novels you had, and i just had to do it.” he smiles sheepishly at you. “was my excitement a dead giveaway or…?”

that explains the feeling of deja vu, then. you remember getting giddy over that specific scene. mindlessly, you snort at the fact that this man has more achievements than anyone you’ve ever known yet he’s still trying to impress you. jesus. he’s so…

you lean over to him, grasping his hand in your own. “you know, you look so kissable right now.”

he perks up immediately. “heh—then, don’t mind me if i do.”

NAGI hums, animatedly tapping away at his game, not sparing you a glance. “would it be bad if i said that question’s a hassle?”

“…? why do you think so?”

“well…you’re only asking that because you want me to say something that’ll uh…make you blush or something right?” he starts, voice remaining bored as ever. “but if i don’t manage to, you’ll be dissatisfied or even use it as leverage to get mad at me to get my attention.”

you frown. “what are you—”

“i don’t mean it in a bad way.” he finally looks at you, a bold ‘victory!’ visible on his phone screen. “it’s not that i’m not willing to indulge you—it’s just that i don’t really know how to be romantic, and i also don’t wanna make you sad so…”

you blink when he performs a beckoning motion with his fingers, silently requesting for you to come near him.

complying with a raised brow, your confusion is immediately replaced by shock, and maybe a tad bit of warmth as the tall boy’s arm wrap themselves around your form, pulling you down with him with a small ‘oof’.

“n—nagi!?” you squirm.

“i love you a lot, [name].” he nuzzles his face onto your hair, his next words a bit muffled as they left his lips. “so don’t get mad at me, please?”

how in the world are you going to get mad at this goddamn sloth when he’s acting like this??

ISAGI blinks. scanning your face for a moment for any uncertainty or insecurity that might’ve influenced your posed question. but when he finds none, redness takes control of his entire face like a infectious parasite.

“why do you want to know?” his voice is meek, most likely caught off guard by such a direct question.

“just curious.” you reply, smiling at the way he seems so wrapped up in your finger despite it being so loose. “you don’t have to answer though. it’s quite an open question—vague and has a lot of possible answers.”

he stares down at his palm, carefully planning out his next choice of words for your inquiry. he really wants to provide an answer, something that shows he’s completely confident in your relationship. but…

how much he loves you? how is he even going to start?

“i’m not really sure how to put it but,” he starts, determination on his expression as he turns to look at you. “i’m certain i love you a lot. not sure just how much exactly but…”

“if it could go by anything, i think about you so much that my first instinct in the morning is to grab my phone and text you a good morning,” he adds on while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “i-i don’t know. was that a good way of putting it? there’s also the fact that i always unconsciously brew two coffees even when we don’t live together, and oh! there’s also that time i—”

too caught up in his mind to recount the times his love had overshadowed his rationality and normalcy, he fails to see the lovestruck gaze given by a certain someone, completely and utterly in love with the man chatting away that you could probably see hearts in those [e/c] irises.

just wait till you start on sharing your side of the relationship.

BACHIRA grins impishly as he takes out a ruler, pulling down an imaginary board from thin air whilst putting on some nerdy glasses from nowhere. he points the tip of the ruler on an equation, your face now deadpan.

what is he doing…?

“the formula for measuring my love for [name]! note; very easy!”

you snort at his antics, before deciding to play along as you nod for him to continue.

with his ever-present grin, he taps the board with his ruler, adjusting his glasses as if to catch your attention like a typical teacher. “now, [name], can you try to answer this equation for me? these glasses are kinda blurry.”

n-no teaching or guides at all? uhm, okay.

you suck in a breath, gazing at the imaginative board with an unperturbed focus.

[name]’s infinite beauty x [name]’s infinite kindess x [name]’s infinite funniness equals N…what are these variables?

this shouldn’t even be a working equation but if you’re playing with how bachira’s mind works, then…“infinite?”

“yes!" he swoops in lowly and sweeps you off your feet, a yelp escaping your lips as he lifts you up bridal style. “looks like i have to add [name]’s infinite smartness into the equation too, what do you say?”

“whatever you want. but i think i need to mention that infinity isn’t actually a number so i think you’ll have to make a different formula—”

“jokes on you, i won’t let the laws of math deter me from figuring out the estimate of my infinite love!”

BAROU sneers. making quite an ugly face that forces you to be wary if he’s about to spit in your face or not.

“hah, when and where did you hear that i, the king, loved you, a mere peasant??”

raising a brow at him, you quickly throw a glance at the bouquet of flowers delicately placed onto a polishes and refined vase, the glint of its glassy appearance reminding you who it undoubtedly came from, and whom it was given to.

“at the front of that bakery you like, around 3pm on a sunday a few weeks ago, after i gave you flowers, you replied to my confession by saying—” you’re promptly cut off as an oven mitt is unceremoniously thrown at your face.

“what the hell?” he says breathlessly, letting out an unbelieving scoff as he crosses his arms. like a tsundere. “why do you even remember all that? creep.”

“well, you see, it was the first time king barou had bared his feelings towards me. an extremely rare moment, even though we’re basically dating right now.”

his eye twitches. “WHO THE HELL SAID WE WERE DATING?!”

“eh?” your sarcasm is immediately gone. “you said you loved me back, so i thought that—”

“is that why you’re always in my goddamn house unannounced??” he cuts you off, again.

“it’s kinda late to retract my view of our status now though. your sisters really like me as your lover for some reason.”

he responds with a groan, muttering something about how his soccer is now doomed by some outsider. silly king. he doesn’t even notice that he could always kick you out, yet simply chooses not to.

no i didn’t add a part where they’d explicitly have to theoretically choose between you or soccer because lets be fr they’d all choose to kick a ball forever over some head

its 3am rn (no beta we die like men) so if theres a few typos or pronoun and grammatical errors that ive missed, please do tell me!

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader #rin x reader #sae x reader #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #barou shoei x reader #barou x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo x reader #har❗fiction #har❗ #blue lock x y/n

[hydrasra]

Not from this world

SYNOPSIS: waking up in liyue felt like a dream. though it quickly turned into a nightmare.

DISCLAIMER: this is just an idea that popped in mind while I was rereading my POST about lumine's friendship with the other archons in a sagau! impostor! gold blood! au. tho with a slightly different take at the start. I might work further in it depending on my creative battery. some swearing here and there, may be more oriented, some ooc moments here and there maybe. LUMINE IS THE CHOSEN TRAVELER. no gender mentioned for the reader. NOT BETA NOR PROOFREAD (shocker)

me in a post: I'm not going to post for a small while

also me: *gets randomly hit by an idea and has an urge to write it down*

ii. REUNIONS AND ANSWERS

news about an impersonator looking like the creator spread fast to sumeru, fast to the acting grand sage first. however, he frowned, that had nothing to do with him.

why should he worry about that? those in charge will catch the impostor eventually once he makes matters go public.

and that's why, during a meeting with the lesser lord, she enquired him about what was bothering him once said meeting was adjourned and she pulled him aside.

"nothing is bothering me, lesser lord kusanali," was his reply.

she smiled up at him, eyes closing, "if that truly was the case then you wouldn't be frowning," she let out a small giggle.

if alhaitham didn't know any better, he would have actually confused his lord to an actual child, and not an archon.

weighing the pros and cons of telling his archon about what has reached his ears first and foremost, and his colleagues as well, instead of the grand public.

truly, there were no cons against telling nahida.. so he did.

she only reassured him that she would look further into the matter and to not worry about it nor tell the public until she was certain she understood what was going on.

"you called for me, greater lord kusanali?" wanderer asked as soon as he stepped inside the sanctuary of surasthana and was greeted by her at the door.

she did not even try to correct him, "I need you to accompany me inside to irminsul."

he frowned but nodded nonetheless.

"I want to find out what is going about the rumoured impostor," she started walking to the center of the room.

more confusion seeped inside the puppet's mind as he followed her, "impostor?"

nahida looked at him from over her shoulder, "someone is, apparently, impersonating the divine creator."

all that could be heard was footsteps. running footsteps.

some were angry stomping almost, some were faster than most. only one stood out: it was light, and if agile could be a sound, it would be those footsteps.

and luckily, it belonged to you.

"where to?"

the wanderer flew to some, what it looked like on your end, random direction. if it weren't for his vision glowing, you would have lost sight of him in the unusual darkness of the night.

thinking about it now, why was it so dark? even the light provided by the moon did almost nothing to light up the world it seemed. was teyvat angry and trying to protect something? someone? you and your companion maybe?

"just a few metres more, your grace," you heard him said as he too decided to run along with you. his footsteps sounded, almost imperceptible however, mechanical.

you could only nod as beads of sweat rolled down your face and the wind caressed your body.

"quick, in here!" another familiar said and when looking at the source, you saw nahida opening the leaves that acted as doors of an abandoned hut, a device floating besides her and producing light.

without a single ounce of hesitation, you immediately grabbed wanderer's hand and made a turn to the right. nahida opened the doors further with the help of her device that immediately turned its light off once you both were safe inside.

however, it wasn't safe yet. the angry running footsteps could be heard. they weren't far now. all you could do was hold your breath, no matter how much you wanted to take a deep breath and finally relax a little after running for what felt like hours, your survival instinct just wouldn't let you do so, not until you were sure they were out of earshot.

"where did they go?!" they were right beside the well hidden hut.

"we lost them!" a raged filled voice could be heard

"keep on looking," that was a familiar voice, someone you treasured in the game and spent hours to build, to make stronger. so that's how they repay you?

'i see how it is, xiao.'

"we will have to let the authorities in sumeru know they the impostor is now in their land along with a companion," keqing's voice could be heard, stern and frustrated.

you looked around and barely saw anything, only the silhouettes of your... friends? as questions slowly filled your head, 'why can't they leave me alone? what did I do?'

retracing your steps from ever since you awoke into the world of your favourite game, you found that you did nothing wrong. maybe you the only mistake you made was to step into liyue harbour while smiling and was simply greeted back with polearms pointed at you and them screaming at you for impersonating someone. but who?

"argh! let's just retreat for now," one of the soldiers said as they all seemed to agree and walked away.

"I will let the tianquan know and ask her to deliver a letter to sumeru's officials," keqing spoke, determination present in her voice, "this impostor is to be eliminated at once."

as their voice faded into the distance, you finally let yourself heave a sigh of relief as nahida made her device light up once more, finally allowing you to see inside the small hut.

wanderer was squatting near the door, peering outside and nahida was looking at you, a small smile on her face.

oddly enough, this was comforting.

"evening, your grace," the archon bowed and that made you frown.

"why are you bowing to me?"

"it is a sign of respe-"

"please, don't. it makes me uncomfortable," and nahida only nodded at your words.

it was quiet for a few minutes as you pondered what was happening then you spoke up, making everyone in the room to turn and look at you, "why did you both call me 'your grace'?" and at the genuine confusion and curiousity, nahida spoke up once more after sharing a look with wanderer. was irminsul wrong about you?

"it is your title."

you shook your head, "last time I checked, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth nor am I royalty."

before nahida could speak once more, wanderer cut her off, "didn't you create teyvat? you are our creator and the one that guides us, it is only fair for us to call you by your title."

'create teyvat?'

you understood the guiding part as that was, in a sense, true, though you did not create teyvat.

"I did not."

silence once more, then the knowledge archon spoke, "what is it that you mean, your grace?"

"I did not create teyvat but I... I guess you are correct about me guiding you?"

and that prompted you to explain it to them; how teyvat was created by a group of people, not you, how they wrote each and every single person's in this world past, present and future. but that only seemed to make nahida look at you fondly.

"so there are more creators?" wanderer asked, frowning and you simply nodded.

"in a way? they aren't gods, they are all humans, like me."

"but you aren't human," nahida said as she took a few steps and stood in front of you, staring up at you in determination, "and the proof is on your leg."

ather words, you frown in confusion and looked down at your leg, your jeans had been cut through and you had a cut as well. your eyes widen at the small amount of blood trickling down your leg and sipping through your jeans.

it was gold.

"how did the hunt go?" ningguang asked from her seat in the jade chamber, expecting to hear good news from the yuheng as she kept on writing in the scrolls that contained important information.

the silence that greeted her was what prompted the tianquan to look up, "well?"

"we lost them both," xiao spoke, appearing behind keqing and giving her a scare.

although that was a funny sight, ningguang couldn't find it in her when she heard his words, "what do you mean by that?"

keqing cleared her throat, "we lost them both in the forest near sumeru."

"did you hear? there's an impostor that showed up in liyue," donna expressed to marjorie who nodded.

"I did! I also heard that they are hiding in sumeru and that some weirdo with an anemo vision helped them out."

"how could they help out an impostor when the real creator has been quiet instead of offering them to appease the creator's anger?!" donna exclaimed, huffing right at the end.

lumine watched and listened from afar as those two kept talking, "an impostor?"

"huh?" paimon looked up from eating her food, "waf d'you meaf?"

"don't speak with your mouth full."

swallowing down her food then letting out a satisfied sigh, she asked again, "sorry. anyway what did you mean?"

lumine glanced at donna and marjorie as donna went back to standing behind flora to keep an eye on the child, "those two were speaking about an impostor."

"impostor?"

"something about someone impersonating teyvat's creator."

"who in their right mind would impersonate the creator?!"

lumine let out a snort, "maybe lunatics like you."

"hey!"

as paimon went on a ramble, lumine got lost in thought. was that why you haven't guided her on the right path today? though a day for you could be months for them, should she, perhaps, say months instead of today?

it wouldn't hurt to visit sumeru and ask nahida, right?

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#sagau #genshin x reader #genshin impact #sagau impostor au #impostor au #wanderer x reader #lumine x reader

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Request by: Anonymous

Hello!

To that lovely hon who's requested Loona with male vampire reader - I've not forgotten about you nor did I reject your request!!

Unfortunately, hon, your request (that was like half finished) was one of those that ended up being accidentally deleted (as mentioned in previous request I published), and so, I had to start again and rewrite the whole thing!

I'm really sorry for the long wait, hon! But I hope that what I came up with makes up for it. Also, I recall you asking for a male reader, but saying it can be gender neutral if I don't do male readers - well, don't worry, hon, male reader is absolutely accepted here! So, enjoy your Loona and male vampire reader! <3

The take I did on this request probably isn't what you had in mind, but I hope it's still enjoyable!

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🩸🖤🐺 // Loona having a vampire boyfriend //🐺🖤🩸

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Type: Imagines

Settings: Romantic

Genre: Fluff, lighthearted

!TRIGGER WARNING!: I'd say mentions of typical Helluva boss stuff (demons, violence, etc), mentions of blood and its consumption, occasional swear words used, I tried to portray a relationship where there are cultural differences, that's probably all!

Sidenote: Reader is written as male as per request,

Sidenote: Reader is written as being around Loona's age (which is 22 if I remember correctly).

Sidenote: I feel like some of these might be a bit occ, I'm so bad at portraying characters, I'm so sorry

Sidenote: These feel kinda long, I might've gotten a little carried away (or maybe these are the usual length, I can't tell) - take it as an apology for the long wait,

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That should be all,

Enjoy, <3

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Originally,

vampires were said to be demonic creatures,

evil spirits,

So, we'll go with that description,

and make the concept of vampires more fit for Helluva boss,

So, let's say that vampires are like...

a cousin species to demons,

(I'd say these vampires look a bit less human and more demonic-like),

(just imagining some Vivziepop twist to them, in design and lore, y'know?),

Yeah, that sounds good, no?

And maybe it's not that unusual to see a vampire prancing around hell?

Oh!

Maybe Hell's rings are a really popular destination for tourism and vacation for the vampire kind?

Oh!

And maybe for some more and unnecessary world building,

let's say vampires live in some sort of middle ground between the human world and hell,

and maybe let's call it...

the abode of the undead?

I think that's kinda cool?

Anyways!

Back to the story!

So, as I've said,

vampires like to visit hell's rings for tourism and vacation,

However,

That wasn't your case!

You weren't in hell for tourism or vacation,

you were in hell for college!

You've decided to go to college,

but not in your world,

Why?

I dunno,

That's up for you to decide,

Maybe you liked the idea of studying in a foreign land?

Or maybe you wanted to study a field only hell offers?

Who knows?

The options are endless!

So, you're free to make up the reasoning behind that decision, hon,

Anyways!

This decision of yours leads you to Blitzø,

Why?

For story reasonings,

obviously,

Oh-

I mean-

You obviously need some sort of accommodations for your stay,

And let's say,

for story reasonings,

that college dorms just aren't for you,

Maybe you can't imagine sharing a room with someone random you've never met before?

Or,

Maybe college dorms really aren't for you?

In the sense that college dorms in hell don't really accommodate to your needs as a vampire?

Maybe they don't even accommodate to any sort of needs of any kind of foreign students?

I'd say the colleges in the respective rings alone barely accommodate to the needs of students from different rings,

(students of those demon kinds that don't come from that specific ring),

(like colleges in Lust accommodating to the succubi/incubi kind only, etc),

So yeah,

college dorms are a no for you,

but you also can't afford to rent a flat,

Maybe you don't have any income yet?

And maybe your parents can't afford to rent you a flat?

Or maybe they can but they refuse to spend money on you?

Who knows?

That's up to you!

But anyways,

whatever the reason is,

it leads you to Blitzø,

Let's say that your parents and Blitzø have a vague history,

and he's considered a family friend,

Oh!

Maybe he even babysat you when you were little?

So, you staying at Blitzø's is clearly the choice,

And Blitzø has no problem with that,

After all,

how could he mind when he's not seen his favourite little rascal in such a long time?

You two have so much catching up to do!

So yeah,

he agrees,

And you can be glad Blitzø is so fond of you,

otherwise he would've told your parents to piss off,

After all,

he would never allow for some boy to share a living space with his dear Loony!

Fortunately, he likes you,

so, you get a free pass to be around Loona,

And not only that!

Blitzø also pretty much begs you try and get along with Loona,

The girl really needs a friend,

even if she'd deny it over and over again,

And Blitzø really trusts that you're a reasonable and kind young man,

(based on the memories he shares with child you),

and that you can help Loona feel less alone in the world,

And maybe it's because you don't have any friends in hell yet,

or maybe it's because you genuinely feel bad for Loona,

but you agree to try your best to befriend and support Loona,

It's the least you can do for Blitzø,

And now Loona!

Loona doesn't know about the agreement you have with Blitzø,

And it's better that way,

because if it were the other way around,

she would've hated your guts,

she'd seriously despise you,

I mean,

she still isn't happy with the fact you'll be around,

but at least she won't be wishing for you to choke on the blood you're sucking,

So, it's good that she doesn't know?

I guess?

Well, anyways,

more about Loona!

Loona has actually never met you before,

so, she is unsure of what to expect,

which is one of the reasons why your stay displeases her,

Loona doesn't like uncertainty,

not knowing where she stands in such situations really upsets her,

and it leaves her all tense, irritated and quick to bite,

(because being left uncertain about such situations secretly stresses her),

(and makes her feel vulnerable and unsafe),

It's something related to how she grew up,

always uncertain about everything around her,

leaving her feeling powerless and suspicious of everything and everyone,

with no place or person to make her feel safe,

always fearing for her life,

And sure,

Blitzø might've mentioned you at some point before all this,

but whatever that imp might've shared about you happened a long time ago,

from the times you were still a little kid,

so, it definitely couldn't have been something useful to ease Loona's mind,

It most probably would've been something along the lines of you being Blitzø's first parental experience,

his first time being responsible for a child,

When in reality it probably wasn't even all that big of a deal,

and he's most probably spent like three hours looking after you on specific occurrences,

and him being pretty much the last resort for babysitting your parents could think of,

Yeah,

So, even with that,

Loona doesn't know what to expect of you,

And the fact that you're a vampire doesn't help one bit,

because vampires are quite different from demons,

despite being cousin species,

so, there definitely are some cultural differences to look out for,

cultural differences that can definitely result in awkward interactions,

another thing Loona really doesn't fancy,

Oh,

and not to mention the amount of stereotypes and misconceptions about vampires!

Yeah,

Loona can already feel that this is not gonna end well,

And speaking of which!

The cultural differences between you and Loona,

it really does make your first meeting memorable...

It just so happens that Blitzø isn't present when you get to his place,

(he has some thing with Stolas going on or something),

and so it is up to Loona to give you a warm welcome,

And well...

it is awkward,

Loona is really indifferent towards you,

and your warm welcome is along the lines of:

"Oh, right... you're that vampire kid or whatever,"

And then she just stepped aside to let you in while giving more attention to her phone than you,

And well...

That's when it gets awkward,

when the cultural differences really show,

Because while Loona expectantly stands aside,

you, on the other hand, stand before the doorstep,

looking pretty awkward, embarrassed, uncomfortable and nervous,

And when Loona sees you make no move to step inside,

she immediately becomes a bit more hostile,

not really understanding or liking your "odd behavior",

it made her uncomfortable,

and that feeling of uncertainty of you and what to expect she's been dealing with got twice as worse,

And so,

you're met with a:

"Uh, hello? Are you coming in or do you plan on standing there like a fucking crackpot, and stare at me, making yourself look like an absolute moron all day?"

Yeah,

it is not really pleasant,

but it gets the situation to proceed,

much to both of yours relief,

After Loona's words,

you offer an awkward and nervous smile,

and you begin to explain your situation,

that situation being,

that in vampire culture you're not allowed to enter anyone's house if they don't verbally invite you in,

And sure,

you could walk in and not care,

but this is just a cultural thing that all vampires stick to,

with little to no exceptions,

And Loona's reaction?

"Oh,"

That's all she can say,

being all dumbfounded,

since out of all the reasons she thought you could give her to your odd behavior,

this explanation was not on the list,

She was expecting some really stupid excuse,

maybe even some kind of perverse one,

or even some dumb and embarrassing pick up line,

but not this,

The reason you give her is not stupid,

it is an actual reason that explains your actions,

and while Loona doesn't understand this cultural thing,

(and maybe she even finds it a little odd),

she respects it,

she doesn't judge you,

doesn't give you shit for it,

she accepts your reasoning without unnecessary nitpicking,

and she properly invites you in,

well,

as properly as she can,

"Well- uh- come on in then, I guess,"

After that interaction,

Loona feels like you might not be the worst kind of guy,

however,

first impressions can often be wrong,

and so,

she's still keeping you at arm's length,

and she's not exactly friendly just yet,

but she's not hostile all that much either,

she's just really indifferent,

You, on the other hand though,

you know what you've agreed on with Blitzø,

and so,

you're quite actively trying to get along with Loona,

which isn't hard since you think she's a really cool girl,

and you genuinely want to get to know her,

And Loona's not exactly rejecting your friendly advances either,

but you still choose your steps carefully,

and you don't rush things,

nor are you too intense,

not wanting to overwhelm Loona,

or make her feel uncomfortable or threatened,

and cause her to pull back and build up her walls again,

So,

during this period the two of you aren't really friends just yet,

but you don't mind co-existing,

and Loona doesn't deliberately leave the room when you come in,

and she actually allows for you to be in the same room as her,

and she lends you one of her ears to listen to you if you feel like talking,

sure, she doesn't give much input,

but she's clearly warming up to you,

And your relationship develops casually,

Loona getting more comfortable with sitting closer to you when you're watching tv together,

or just individually scrolling through social media,

she also starts showing you videos she comes across and finds funny,

or when she joins you on the couch in the living room, she asks what you two watching that day,

at some point she shares her favourite songs with you,

and she also eventually adds you on social media!

It's the little things that give away that you're on the right track in winning Loona over,

And sure,

she still doesn't share much about herself yet,

and she still is only ever half listening when you two are together,

most of her attention being held by her phone,

but you're getting there!

And that fact is proven by one certain incident,

(an incident the two of you now as a couple laugh at and think fondly of),

The two of you like to call it,

The big WGD incident,

Let me explain,

WGD stands for Where Gluttony Dwells,

And what is that?

Well, it's a really popular place to get a take-out from,

one that your friend from class recommended you,

However,

that friend kind of forgot you're a vampire...

or maybe it wasn't really a friend,

and maybe they deliberately recommended you this specific place,

Well,

whatever the reason,

and whether the intentions were good or bad,

that friend nearly ended up with their head bitten off by Loona,

Why?

Well,

Where Gluttony Dwells is a place that really likes to use garlic in their stuff,

like, really,

that place is literally known for their extreme use of garlic,

So yeah,

you can probably tell that this place is not too vampire friendly...

But,

you weren't really aware of that,

trusting your friend,

or friend,

and you ended up getting a takeout from that place,

and Loona nearly had a heart attack,

It went like:

"I got us a takeout,"

"Neat, what place?"

"Where Gluttony Dwells,"

"Cool,"

"..."

"Hold the fuck up-"

Let me tell you,

Loona's reflexes were never faster,

And you still remember the way Loona nearly broke your arm,

from how harshly she grabbed your arm,

just when you were about to shove a spoonful of the least vampire friendly meal right into your mouth,

The spoon with the meal successfully ended up on the ground,

and while you were dumbfounded,

Loona was yelling at you for being a dumbass,

asking you if you want to get your ass dead,

and many more things you can't even remember from how much stuff she yelled at you,

Back then it sure was one of an experience,

but an experience that brought you two closer,

because a week later,

this whole thing became a funny story you and Loona shared with everyone you knew,

Blitzø, Millie, Moxxie, Stolas, Octavia,

they all got to witness you two having the time of your lives sharing this experience with them,

both of you laughing and bickering,

you teasing Loona for caring,

Loona playfully shooting back and telling you to eat grass,

because she:

"couldn't care less,"

and she:

"just didn't wanna deal with a dead vampire,"

cuz she:

"heard they smell,"

And then you'd both burst out laughing when you'd tell everyone the best part,

of how after Loona stopped freaking out,

you told her garlic doesn't necessarily kill vampires,

that it's more like lactose intolerance,

where vampires just get unpleasant digestive issues after garlic consumption,

and only extreme cases of garlic intolerance can be life threatening to unfortunate vampires,

It was the most warm and genuine moment you two shared back then,

And Blitzø couldn't be happier for Loona,

but that really wasn't where things ended between you and Loona,

because the WGD incident really did push the two of you to the right direction,

And pretty quick,

you and Loona were an inseparable duo,

that kind of duo where it's odd when you see the pair apart,

And, of course,

pretty soon, the inseparable friend duo became an inseparable couple,

The change happened subtly and naturally,

and you and Loona were basically dating for months before actually making it somewhat official,

And your 'making it official' was pretty much Loona sending you a Sinstagram video,

with the caption:

"Which cute animal reminds you of your boyfriend?"

Followed by Loona's message:

"The bat,"

Yeah, that's basically how you two made it official,

But to add more tea,

your following conversation after that message sure was interesting...

"The bat? Really? You know vampires can shapeshift into more than just a bat. Kinda stereotypical of you,"

"Shut up, as if you don't associate me with a wolf or a damn dog just because I'm a hellhound,"

"No, I don't,"

"Oh, really now? Then look at the video again and tell me which animal do I remind you of,"

"Alright, you'll fucking see!"

_ _ _

"Well?"

"......."

"It was the fucking wolf, wasn't it?"

"I don't feel comfortable answering that question,"

Yeah,

that's how you pretty much made it official without making it official,

but even after that,

your relationship with Loona didn't change,

You just vibe with each other,

share affections,

create happy memories together,

bond,

Yeah, you two are still casual about your relationship,

you're still the inseparable duo everyone knows,

And you two don't really make a big deal out of dating,

yes, you have lots of couple moments,

and you two are romantic with each other here and there,

but you don't really go around, shoving your relationship into other people's faces,

you keep things to yourselves for the most part,

cuz that's what you're comfortable with,

and you feel like what's between the two of you is of no one else's concern,

(I believe Loona isn't much for showing your relationship off to the public and having people stick their noses into it),

(and I also think she doesn't trust the outside world and the people in it enough to let her guard down and give an insight of her actual relationship with you),

(what if someone used you to hurt her?),

And to many people looking on it from the outside,

it would seem like you two are just close friends,

but there are subtle hints not many notice that point out just how close you two are,

For example,

a thing Loona loves to do in the name of showing you affection,

is that whenever you rest your feet up on the coffee table, she always rests her paws on top of your feet,

it's a subtle public display of affection that seems like nothing to others,

but to the two of you it's a really big affectionate gesture,

it's like you two having your own secret language!

Speaking of languages,

Loona's learned some pretty... colourful... vampire vocabulary from you,

Since you live in a completely different world with different culture and everything,

it'd only make sense for you to have some expressions and slang that most people in Hell wouldn't understand,

especially slang vampires your age use,

So,

while Loona doesn't actively learn your language,

she's heard enough stuff from you to adopt to her own vocabulary,

(especially swear words),

and it's quite hilarious and wholesome,

you two often just switch to young vampire slang,

just to confuse people,

and keep them from prying into your conversations,

especially Blitzø-

Blitzø understands some vampire vocabulary,

but only that one your parents would use,

he's lost when you start using vampire slang of your generation,

But even Loona can get lost if you use some extra hard slang,

especially the one she's not come across yet,

and this is one of the reasons why you two don't argue much,

because your speciality is switching to hardcore vampire slang when an argument is close to happening between you and Loona,

not to talk shit about her,

but to annoy her to the point where the situation just turns funny,

your arguments,

(or more like bickering),

don't last long with this tactic,

And Loona acts like she hates this,

but she's secretly grateful that you two calm down before a real fight happens,

and then you talk about stuff without it getting heated,

Also,

speaking of your generation,

you've pulled Loona into your culture by introducing her to the vampire humour,

especially the one your generation uses,

giving her context on various memes you've shown her just so that she'd get it,

whether it'd be something a bit political or historical, or some celebrity drama,

for example you showing her a joke with some iconic line young vampires quote daily,

and then explaining that it's a line from some popular vampire reality show,

even showing her the clip to fully pull her in,

And Loona does the same back,

she gets you involved in the culture and humour that's going on in Hell amongst demons your guys' age,

And that creates many inside jokes between the two of you,

especially you involving Loona in your culture has that effect,

since not many Hell's inhabitants care about vampire culture enough to get involved,

so you two quote some vampire joke, getting everyone around you confused,

while you two struggle to hold it together,

Also, another thing!

Stereotypes,

As stated at the start,

there are many misconceptions about vampires,

You've already explained several stuff people got wrong about vampires to Loona,

but not all,

you've not gotten there just yet,

and it most definitely creates some memorable moments between you two,

For example:

"Wait... You guys don't use your fangs like straws to drink blood?"

"No...? We use them to pierce the skin, and then lick or suck the blood..."

"My whole fucking life is one damn lie,"

Yeah,

Loona needed a moment accepting that one...

___________________________________________

#helluva boss loona imagines #helluva boss loona x reader #helluva boss imagines #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss x you #loona x reader #loona x male reader #helluva boss x male reader #helluva boss x vampire reader #im not samantha im samanta works #im not samantha im samanta ask #im not samantha im samanta requests #frenklinesamuelsworks

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*scrambles into your inbox*

Summer! Hi! Can I request a Loki blurb in which he and the reader reunite after some time apart. Perhaps it’s an unexpected encounter? Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort… I leave the details up to you! <3

SORRY FOR DYING

PAIRINGS: Loki Laufeyson & Gender Neutral Reader

SUMMARY: After going through the motions of his death, Loki decides to pay you an unexpected visit.

WORD COUNT: 964

WARNINGS: Angst, hurt/comfort.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: God, I honestly can't remember the last time I wrote for this bastard. That being said though, it kind of felt like coming home. <3

MASTERLIST

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You see him everywhere. At home, at work —in random spots all over the city, haunting you like a ghost. He’s everywhere and nowhere all the time, popping up at random, reminding you of his absent presence each moment you think you’ve forgotten. 

It never gets any easier. Already with so many reminders of him lingering throughout your existence, you find yourself frequently cursing your mind for playing such tricks. For making you feel like he isn’t truly gone but instead just missing. Hiding. Waiting in the wings until the cue is sound and he’s able to return with a bow. 

You hate that you miss him. That despite everything you still look at him like he’s this light. A brightened star against the backdrop of an otherwise dull existence. Because deep down, you know you shouldn’t think like that. Considering you’ve got a good life —a nice job thanks to Tony, a decent apartment in one of the nicer neighbourhoods in the city, a close-knit set of friends and family that care. 

Overall, you’re privileged in a way a lot of people aren’t. Having been blessed with more than enough to live a happy life, you know that thanks is the only thing you should relate to your life. That every time you lay your head at night you should just appreciate what you have rather than long for the one thing you let slip through your fingers time and time again.

God, you wish you could. 

More than anything, instead of focusing on what you lost you wish you could feel acceptance. That, as you walk through the hallway of your apartment late one night, eyes half closed with exhaustion, you wish you could envision anything but him crawling through your fire escape.

Swearing under your breath, you rub your eyes and tell the vision to go away —to leave you alone just this once because you’re too tired. 

Having dealt with a seemingly endless trail of paperwork thanks to some stunt Tony had pulled at a gala last night, the last thing you want to clearly see is him draped in all his colours, using his magic to push open the window before crawling inside. No, instead you want to lie on your couch and watch reruns of your favourite show until you fall asleep. To escape reality for the remaining time you have left. 

Except you can’t. Not when he’s huffing into the air, his chest heaving once then twice as he looks towards your frame, blinking. 

Angrily, you groan and palm the sockets of your eyes, forcing your mind to reset its cruelty as you begin to turn on your heel, suddenly feeling a hand. 

It locks roughly against the space above your elbow, pulling you slightly back. In response, you drop your hands reluctantly and turn to look, seeing the vision from before mold into something real. Tangible in a way that has your heart pounding in your chest —your eyes searching for potential signs of error. 

Quicker than anticipated, you find that there are none. As you stand before him, taking in the uncharacteristic warmth that radiates across his skin, creating pools of sweat across his brow, you realize he’s really there. Standing in front of you, gripping your arm. Holding you with such deep distress you can practically feel the tremors of his anxiety. 

“You’re alive.” 

The words sound wrong. Like the lies you often heard spilled from his lips, it feels like you’re at the opening of another trick, waiting at the entrance for the punchline to hit. 

“I am.” 

“How?”

The edge of his lip twitches, as if he’s prepared to offer you that signature smirk before he realizes that he shouldn’t. You’ve just found out he’s alive after all, and as funny as it would be to downplay the situation as nothing more than just another game, you both know the thing you need most is comfort.

“It’s, uh, it’s complicated.” 

He licks his lips as he looks you over, taking in your features, familiarizing himself with their placement despite already committing them to memory. 

Somehow you look the same yet completely different. A copy of yourself, he decides.

“Complicated,” you repeat, practically gnawing your own words through clenched teeth as you feel his grip begin to loosen.

Neither of you know what to say then. Considering you hardly spoke of the issues spread between you when he was alive, it feels wrong to start now. To pretend like suddenly everything’s okay. Because even if his death could signify a clear upheaval of old habits, you know deep down he’ll never change. He’ll always be the same complicated, stubborn God just like you’ll be the headstrong to a fault mortal he mistakenly fell in love with. 

“So, uh how—how’ve you been?”

His voice crashes through your skull despite being barely above a whisper. Wreaking havoc amongst your thoughts, it’s the kind of ridiculous question that manages to distract you long enough to forget that sometimes your body tends to detach from your mind. Doing whatever it wants in the form of stepping into his space and grabbing hold of his waist, you pull him roughly towards you, feeling your mind immediately calm. 

“Terrible.” 

Pressing your cheek against the leathers of his armour, you feel his awkward chuckle reverberate against your skin, reminding you of the few times things were good. Easy. Moments where instead of forcing yourself to hate him in between arguments you were able to just exist with him. 

“I’m assuming that’s my fault.” 

You feel his arms wrap around you then, weaving through your nervous frame to settle against your shoulders as he places his lips to your head, as if to say I’m sorry for dying, please forgive me. 

-

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#sorry for dying #loki blurb #loki fan fic #loki laufeyson x gender neutral reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x reader #loki x you #summer writes

[mysillyside]

Me: "Umineko goes sooo heavy on its themes about gender and identity and even has a very important canon trans character whose identity is connected to the plot and treated with a lot of empathy" Random person I'm talking to: "Oh that's awesome! Who is it?" Me: "I. UM. UH. I can't tell you. I know that sounds insane and sketchy but I swear to god pleaseeee don't be like me and look it up it'll literally spoil so much of the VN I'm begging you not to look it up just trust me ok. Dude trust me. Download Umineko When They Cry on Steam. It's currently on 40% discount ^_^!"

#umineko #umineko spoilers #💬 katposts #🤪 sillygoofy

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Why You Should Watch Romantic Killer

This is the new anime series that premiered on Netflix a few days ago! Before you inevitably cancel your subscriptions, give this show a go! Trust me, it'll all be worth it! (I'm personally riding on my sibling's Netflix, so I got to watch it officially!)

Edit: I think it’s important to mention since it’s in the very nature of the show that nobody is actually forced to fall in love with Anzu or vice-versa. It’s all purely consensual in terms of that even though the wacky circumstances are not.

I even made gifs for this post just to convince you, reader of this post!

Story

A high schooler named Anzu Hoshino is living the life. She has games, chocolate, and a cat named Momohiki. One day, her life is turned upside down by the devil-- I mean wizard, Riri. Riri confiscates her three most prized possessions with the ultimate ultimatum: Fall in love or live life without your most cherished commodities. Living in this awful world, Anzu swears to not fall in love out of pure spite for this arrangement and for Riri, but unfortunately, Riri has plans in store that might make things harder than they seem. (source: me)

For such a nonsensical story, it fricking works. I like it. As someone who's aroace, I feel this. I really do. I don't object romance, but I sure am not looking for it, and I would be pissed and spiteful too if my belongings were taken.

Characters

Anzu is so much fun. She has got to be my favourite reverse harem protagonist of all time. Her reactions to everything are absolutely priceless, and I love how they incorporate random references. I never thought I'd see Kazuo Umezu face incorporated into a fricking romcom! Characters like her and Bakarina make the genre worth watching (even if Bakarina is too... baka at times). I want everyone to experience this anime without me giving too much away.

The side characters are good in their own right. Sure, Riri is annoying, but that's kind of the point. They canonically don't have a gender so the "they/them" pronouns were used in the subtitles I'm pretty sure. Tsukasa is pretty cold, and I felt indifferent about him until I found out his reasoning for being like that in the last few episodes, and let me just say, whatever you're expecting, it's probably not going to be that. I've never seen a show handle that type of situation for men quite like this RANDOM ROMCOM did. It puts its male characters into situations where they don't need to be strong, and they aren't criticized for it. That right there is positive masculinity. I like it. It diverts the idea of traditional macho masculinity, especially those of archetypes in dating sims. The characters and their dynamics actually seem pretty natural for such an unnatural situation and setting.

Music

Yooo, that soundtrack fricking fits. I like it. Sure, it doesn't stand out, but with the absurdity of this series, I'd be lying if I didn't laugh when a certain string track came on. I don't even think that was the point (I think it's supposed to be when the audience swoons).

That ending theme fricking slaps harder than it needs to. I watched the opening once. Look, that opening skip button is so tempting. I only watched the ending once, but it was the background music for the voice actor interviews, so I got to know it better.

Voice acting

YOOOO, THIS IS THE PART I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT. Sure, they hired your local "ikemen" to play the "ikemen" characters, but can we talk about Rieri for a second? She makes this show good. Her and Mikako Komatsu apparently auditioned in a pair, and you can see, hear, and feel that chemistry. It is absolutely fantastic. Not many anime have had me laughing out loud, but I kid you not, I laughed a few times watching this. And yes, Umehara and Gakuto did sound good. I will give them credit where it's due. They did fulfill the ikemen part really well. Almost too well.

Art

You know what? Even though the art was pretty mediocre, I'm going to give it a pass. It's hard to make a coloured manga. And it's hard to make an anime look good. Plus, they probably spent all of the budget on Anzu's face to the point where the guys look mediocre at best and can only be given "ikemen status" based on their voices alone.

Conclusion

I get why this anime might be a bit mixed in the aroace community, but I think we should enjoy media as it's handed to us. And what was handed to us is a genuinely good show that requires zero brain cells until the last half! Zero brain cells? That's me too!

Unlike most of the shows that I watch, I will rewatch this. Without a doubt. I'm rewatching it as we speak. Even for specific moments that made me laugh.

#long post #romantic killer #romakira #rie takahashi #seiyuu #umehara yuichiro #umehara yuuichirou #kajiwara gakuto

[twsthc]

octavinelle hcs and projections 🦑🦈

⚠️ warnings: self harm, restrictive eating disorders, self destructive behavior below the cut! there are wholesome hcs too i swear

last updated: nov 10, 2023

collective headcanon: jade and azul learned the common language from textbooks (which is why they talk formally), but floyd learned from listening to sailors speak.

╰ underwater merfolk communicate through clicks + other sounds

FLOYD LEECH !! 🦈🫧

🇯🇵🇧🇧🌺 UNLABLED + GENDERFLUID (he/any)

APPEARANCE HCS:

floyd is mixed with black and tan (#D9AD91- Salmon Sand in the winter)

i think he has really large freckles across his body. i hc him to be bajan because this is the species of moray i hc the tweels to be

╰ i also made a deranged twitter thread about this

floyd has a shit ton of scars and even bite marks from old "play fights"

his two rows of moray teeth manifested in his human form as extra overgrown teeth. he doesn't mind because he thinks they look cool

in merform, both he and jade have two sets of teeth and a pharyngeal jaw

RANDOM HCS:

floyd is 1 inch taller than jade and makes sure jade knows it

bites his tongue and the inside of his cheek on purpose and on accident

she has been banned from painting her nails or doing anything messy other than cooking inside of the lounge ever since The Incident.

floyd has ataxia symptoms on land and is a part-time cane user

has severe mamas boy syndrome and will freak out if he cant talk to her at the end of each week about what he accomplished (didnt bite anyone for the WHOLE day)

he thinks its so cool you can put colors in your hair and on your face above water (why i think he'd be into decora and scene)

enjoys okinawan gyaru styles and traditional hawaiian culture/fashion also

it has BPD, GAD, and separation anxiety!!!

triggering content ahead !!

has been a "delinquent" for half his life and has run away a few times

during his depressive episodes he'll forget to eat for days on end

he can also be self destructive during these episodes (self harm)

he can also get really quiet and it scares the shit out of azul (jade is used to it)

gets really (and reasonably) upset when people other than jade or azul mention his mood swings negatively because he's sensitive about it

channels his anger into cooking rather than fighting or cutting

AZUL ASHENGROTTO !! 🐙⛵

🇮🇹🇭🇹🌺 BISEXUAL INTERSEX + TRANSFEM (she/he)

APPEARANCE HCS:

AZUL IS FAT AND HAS BREAST TISSUE (my azul hc art for reference)

in my head she looks like mama morton from the chicago musical

i base azul off of the octopus hawaiiensis, thus the vitiligo

he has longer front teeth and sharper teeth, resembling an octopus beak

rectangular pupils

has splatoon hair 🔥

RANDOM HCS:

i am a drag queen azul believer. one of his dreams is to preform in the lounge

extremely double jointed/a contortionist because. octopus.

doesnt make food in the lounge anymore because its so spicy and ethnic it started scaring the pomefiore customers </3 its not her fault shes haitian...

has severe claudication/phantom limb pains and is a part-time wheelchair user, sometimes she uses a cane. book 6 was really taxing on her legs

GAD, ASPD, and gender dysphoria

triggering content ahead !!

has a restrictive eating disorder

back at his moms restaurant, he would purge after being a taste tester

used to self harm when she was younger but is years clean now!

JADE LEECH !! 🐬🌊

🇯🇵🇧🇧🌺 ASEXUAL AROMANTIC + AGENDER (they/he)

APPEARANCE HCS:

pretty similar if not the same as floyd's

jade is a bit paler than floyd despite going outside more (theyre anemic)

i think his makeup and fashion styles interchange at breakneck speeds

monday evil emo ecopunk , tuesday dainty fairy mushroom enjoyer (still evil)

shaved eyebrows

RANDOM HCS:

similarly to floyd, they use a lot of petnames, but normal ones

╰ instead of "goldfishie," he might call riddle dear/honey

also has extra overgrown teeth in human form but hes self-conscious about it

has milder symptoms of ataxia, also a part-time cane user

really good listener and a really good talker. theyll go on hour long rants about what he found on his daily trek, a new recipe he tried, etc

has a lot of random hobbies! the main ones are swimming, stamp collecting, going on walks, and journaling/scrapbooking

owns those DIY jar terrariums as well as a few mini-aquariums

also owns multiple exotic pets/bugs! i think he owns leeche

GAD and autism. his special interests are botony and wildlife

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #octavinelle #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #the tweels #you can tell who my faves are #based on how much i make them suffer #projecting

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random third year!seijoh hcs

cw: swearing and that's it i think, there's lots of cuteness and fluff bc i love them sm my simp definitely shows through <3

makki is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns. they were a nervous to tell the team, but mattsun had convinced them at worst, there could be some confusion or curiosity, but none of it would come from a bad place, and so they went ahead and dropped it into conversation amongst the usual chatter in the locker room. much to their delight nothing changed it was never going to anyways, but you can’t blame the baby for having their worries other than the use of pronouns, of course.

what takahiro doesn’t know is that oikawa, who had pre-empted this months in advance of actually being told, had been sending links of articles, videos and even tiktoks about gender identity, different pronouns and being non-binary to each team member separately excluding makki ofc pretending he thought they’d “be really interested in this thing i read/watched earlier!”

its a lie. of course its a lie. tooru just doesn’t want people hassling his best friend with questions about things that can easily be googled, especially since makki gets overwhelmed easily. plus he could tell it had been weighing on their mind a lot. he knows. he just DOES BECAUSE OIKAWA TOORU IS GREAT AND OBSERVANT FRIEND WHO ISN’T SELF OBSESSED OKAY AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF HIM BEING SEEN AS THIS SELFISH LITTLE BRAT HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS LOVES THEM I TELL YOU AND— tooru knows before hiro tells him, he just pretends he doesn’t

i’m telling you, iwa is probably the one that’s actually the most dense when it comes to these things...hell the boy didn’t even know issei was bi, which is strange considering he literally wears a heart-shaped ring with the flag colours on it. and has matching hair clips which he wears on his jean pockets. and a graphic tee with obnoxiously bright lettering spelling out “just passing bi ;)”

okay so maybe hajime is a little bit oblivious

which somehow brings me onto my next point!!! contrary to common belief, these babies are actually very intelligent, not only in terms of volleyball but also in their academics. and i mean all four of them, not just iwa! every! single! one! 

each of them has a particular subject they excel in and they essentially, you know . share the brain cells . but in a smart way 

(don’t get me wrong, they’re school smart and volleyball smart, but they lack logic and any semblance of regret. it leads to chaos and way too many detentions.)

tooru adores literature and history and probably spends his spare time reciting dramatic monologues in his mirror. also can and will talk your ear off about the different literary movements and how they reflect events in history. wears his glasses so he can pretend to be an expert, chatting away about his field of work fucking nerd lmao

mattsun is a chemistry and physics whizz but for the life of him cannot understand biology because “tHERE’S TOO MANY BODY PARTS I DON’T WANT TO KNOW ABOUTTTT”

he’s just lucky that hanamaki is an ace at bio and could probably memorise an anatomy chart with just one look :o

speaking of makki, their second best subject is defo art and art history! something about them just screams knowledgeable about painting techniques okay, like you’re telling me this lil baby wouldn't be walking around an art gallery spouting out random facts about artists??? because if so, you’re wrong ;)

it’s shocking when you first get to know them but later on it kinda just . makes sense

and then iwa! iwa has the seijoh 4 covered on the maths and languages part (okay but just imagine him picking up different languages easily??? hot. oiks is jealous, especially when haji sounds more fluent than him in spanish post timeskip haha

they regularly have study dates . 

tooru loves making it aesthetic 

seriously, you’d think he had a fairy light addiction or smthn

it usually ends with them getting distracted and having debates about things completely off topic 

“tHE MIDDLE OF JAFFA CAKES IS NOT MARMALADE YOU H E A T H E N WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!?!?!???”

“WHAT IS IT THEN . HUH WHAT IS IWA-CHAN????? SINCE YOU’RE SUCH AN EXPERT IN THE FIELD—”

“ORANGE . JELLY . WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE!?”

“ITS NOT JELLY DUMBASS, JELLY WIGGLES! DOES THE MIDDLE OF A JAFFA CAKE WIGGLE???? NO, NO THE FUCK IT DOESN—”

“i thought it was lemon flavoured?��

“.......” “what!?”

“m-makki, bane of my existence and object of all my desires, my soulmate, the love of my life, definitely in that order—”

“ORANGE HIRO???? THE MIDDLE IS LITERALLY THE COLOUR ORANGE????”

“but....but you cant see the middle? so why the fuck would i—why are you looking at me like that!?”

“YOU EAT IT ALL IN ONE???”

“YOU DON'T!?”

“I PEEL THE CHOCOLATE OFF, EAT THE CAKE BIT AND THEN EAT THE MIDDLE LIKE ANY SANE PERSON WTF”

and so another debate begins can u tell i’ve had this exact debate with my friends

on a completely unrelated note because i can’t concentrate for the life of me

seijoh 4 going thrifting!!!! getting boba!!!!! and sushi!!!!! and just enjoying themselves because they’re precious and deserve it :(

iwa dragging the other three around the vintage clothing shops to look at the cool sweatshirts they have

mattsun having a little collection of thrifted trinkets (his fav is a tiny porcelain elephant that oikawa picked out! he has it on his window sill! if anyone breaks it he will cry!)

TOORU IS THE TYPE TO BUY THINGS THAT REMIND HIM OF HIS FRIENDS AND RANDOMLY GIVE THEM GIFTS!!!!!!!

makki always manages to get the best jewelry at thrift shops, they’re like a magpie they see smthn shiny and.....oh...yeah, you’ve lost them

iwa: hey hiro, what d’ya think about this vase?

makki: *sees a sparkly ring*

iwa: didn’t your mum say she wanted—

makki: *fuckin naruto runs their ass over to the shiny stuff*

iwa:.......or not

mattsun wears crop tops you can’t change my mind

his style is very masc, lots of leather, silver accessories and dark colour pallets so he tends to go with a nice white or cream coloured tank top that shows of his lil tummy :)

issei bellybutton piercing petition???

the others have to beg him to wear y’know. actual colours every now and again

other than the just passing bi top (and the vb kit obvs) he really sticks to black, white and grey

hanamaki also sticks fast to their aesthetic ;) which is really just the colour brown LMAO

likes soft materials! big knit jumpers and looser jeans are also definitely a staple, probably coupled with gold jewelry (i think it would look pretty with their hair akahwbw)

has these really beaten up grey white converse that they refuse to let go of until they literally have like 5 holes in them and the other three buy them a new pair for their birthday

OMG SPEAKIMG OF SHOES

ONE TIME OIKAWA WAS FUCKING AROUKD WITH THE ZIPPER ON HAJIME’S DOCS AND IT KABWHW FUCKING BROKE

LIKE THEYBWERE ON A TRAIN AND HE DEADASS BROKE HIS SHOE

IWA WENT THROUGH ALL THE STAGES OF GRIEF

OIKAWA WAS DESPERATELY TRYIGN TO YOUTUBE QUICK FIXES

MEANWHILE HIRO AND ISSEI ARE BUSTING THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND BECAUSE HOW IS IWA GONNA WALK AROUND TOKYO WITH ONLY ONE FUNCTIONING SHOE

poor iwaizumi

he got his shoe fixed

.......2 months later

BUT tooru payed financially and physically and that’s the main thing

yes so iwa swings between aesthetics tbh, he’s a it just depends on the day type of guy

usually dons casual clothes though if they’re not going out, big shirts and loose sweats or gym shorts are his thing

he has mattsun’s hoodie from nearly 2 years ago and refuses to give it back

coincidentally, the only time mattsun wants to wear the hoodie is when iwa has it on

true best friend behaviour

honestly with oikawa i’d say he’s pretty casual too! practically loves in his seijoh jersey (wanna bet that he doesn’t wash it all too often?)

he likes the preppy style too, especially with his glasses and all </3

nerdy tooru with his little glasses, studying his pretty head off has my fucking HEART LIKE GODDAMN IT THIS BOY IS SO CUTE

they’re all just babies i love them :3

makki painting their nails!! even better, oikawa painting makki’s nails!! since he has the steadiest hands and all!!

“ohhh makki what colour are you going for today?”

“hm, they’re going for red—”

“oOPS—SORRY HIRO, GOTTA GO, ASK ISSEI TO FINISH YOUR LEFT HAND FOR YOU—AHHHHHHHHH NOT MY NOSE—”

“rED LIKE THE COLOUR OF YOUR BLOOD ON MY FIST SHITTYKAWA!!!!! HOW DARE YOU SEND MADOG MY BABY PICTURES!!!!!”

one day . their homeroom teacher wants one normal day .

they initially were in different homerooms, but after discovering that it’s literally impossible to keep them apart, even if you put them on different sides of the school, their teachers quickly signed their transfer slips

i’d say one factor for that was when matsukawa suddenly popped up behind tooru 45 minutes into the class

no one knows how he got there

or why he was there

not even tooru

but they did know what happened next

cheeto dust . cheeto dust flew

EVERYWHERE

that's right dear readers, this 6 ft something, muscle man at the age of 18 IS FUCKING INCAPABLE OF OPENING A BAG OF CRISPS PROPERLY

OIKAWA PRETENDED NOT TO KNOW HIM LMAOOOO

(and issei sulked because of it. he had to be bought boba just so he would stop whining about how mean everyone is.)

((what i mean by that is, hanamaki all but shoved the drink down his throat to shut him up))

oh they have cuddle nights :o

usually they're round iwa’s house, because he has two spare blow up beds!! they just push them together and try and squeeze in together

it never works

never

and it's always poor tooru that suffers haha

he always gets put on the edge because he’s the best at dealing with horror movies (why they insist on have scary movie marathons despite being C O W A R D S is besides me) which means he has to balance himself on the corner of the futon because eVERYONE ELSE TAKES UP SM ROOM

makki (the resident wimp) always claims iwa as a cuddle partner aka has hajime as a sacrifice if the occasion calls for it and curls into his chest like a lil b a b ie but they both still take up quite a lot of room, being tall ass vb players and all

(hiro drools on iwa’s godzilla shirt every time. and gets smacked every time. they claim its worth it though)

and mattsun is just inconvenient with his long limbs and stUPID HABIT OF SLEEPING IN A STARFISH POSITION

HE ALWAYS WACKS OIKS IN THE FACE

#ENDTHECAPTAIN'SSUFFERING

their parents defo have multiple pictures of said cuddle sessions because they’re never above teasing their lil babies <33 “you may be eighteen, but you’ll always be our little cuties!”

omg i bet issei is a really good baker :o

imagine him with a frilly apron ugh that's so sexy of him tbh

he definitely presses flowers too :) OH IF HE GOES ON A DATE AND THEY GIVE HIM FLOWERS HE PRESSES THE PETALS AND KEEPS THEM IN THE BACK OF HIS PHONE CASE OR SMTHN :((

speaking of phone cases, iwaizumi definitely has to have one of those military grade protection cases because he drops his phone so much

takahiro has one covered in random stickers and doddles they drew on with permanent marker

tooru has a clear one with a polaroid of all of them together ++ his id card behind it because you never know when you’ll need it

he also has one of those beaded phone chains that mattsun gave him for his birthday :)

really they all just treasure the gifts they get each other akajwhw

they’re so cute <333

i love them, they love each other, i better stop with these hcs or i’ll go on forever aAA

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu headcanons #oikawa headcanons #iwaizumi headcanons #matsukawa headcanons #hanamaki headcanons #oikawa hcs #iwaizumi hcs #hanamaki hcs #matsukawa hcs

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uhh i saw someone else do something similar to this so random alhaitham headcanon time!!

if alhaitham actually did have some connection to king deshret, he would probably just be like "ugh, with this shit again?" or he just wouldn't care unless he had to.

he wears the noise-cancelling headphones because he's very sensitive to sound. also:

sensory-avoidant and autistic. do not have more than one conversation at once in front of this man, he will murder you in cold blood.

i feel like he stims by pacing or bouncing his leg. totally not projecting here...

kaveh tells him to stop/shoves his leg down so it stays in place and alhaitham just. vibrates in the chair like that one meme.

he has a habit of thinking out loud most of the time, and since he has his headphones on, he can't tell how loud he's really being.

his love languages are acts of service and quality time. he doesn't know how to show physical affection without it being awkward for him or for the other person.

he draws a lot of small, geometric patterns while he thinks/when he's bored. sometimes, it gets to the point where he fills entire pages with nothing but the same symbol drawn over and over again, with the only variant being each symbol's size. once again, not projection i swear.

he has a passive appreciation for cats, but he doesn't care to ever own one as a pet.

he's generally weird about gender as a concept. he isn't nonbinary/gender nonconforming, but he doesn't care about what he's perceived as or what is or isn't "manly." he's gender apathetic, i guess?

along with that, he has a strange fascination with kaveh's gender expression.

if he ever had a ~realization~ or whatever, he would just be like "oh cool" and then stay the exact same. no transitioning, he just vibes.

he actually has a few tattoos, but he never mentions them. to him, they're just small mistakes he made when he was freshly 18; he doesn't regret getting them, but he wouldn't miss them if they suddenly disappeared tomorrow morning.

i think he'd enjoy psychological horror. he doesn't read/watch it too often, but he finds the concept of pushing the human psyche to its limits (or even past them) extremely fascinating.

he falls asleep really easily, and is probably the type to pass out as soon as his head hits the pillow. that's why he asks if he can take naps in his voicelines, and why he was napping in his birthday art. he's just a very eepy guy.

#i enjoy him a normal amount #i love him like a regular neurotypical person #i promise #alhaitham #alhaitham genshin #alhaitham gi #genshin headcanons #alhaitham headcanons #yippee

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Ranked Panic! At The Disco Studio Albums (EXPLAINED)

[🟥DISCLAIMER🟥: May contain swearing, critically extreme and harsh opnions and insults, beware!]

[Written Between March,8th and March,10th,2023]

When you think of a pop rock band, it could be anything, it could be something founded by childhood friends and stuff. Then, you might think of anything other than a random specimen named Brendon Boyd Urie, which later became the last addition of a punk band that would later become Panic! At The Disco.

Heyo there, it is i, Wolfgang, and today, i'm gonna rank all the albums from yet another one of my favorite punk bands and that is exactly what i've mentioned above, Panic! At The Disco.

The band was formed in the city of Las Vegas, Nevada, USA back in 2004. The original lineup consisted of Brendon Urie, Brent Wilson, Ryan Ross and Spencer Smith. During that time, the members were still teenagers studying in high school and was originally a Blink-182 cover band. Initially dropping out of their studies, not until Urie chose to conclude his high school online of which he would graduate in May,2005 (coincidence, right? In fact, Wilson and Smith concluded theirs as well). Upon sending a demo to fellow Fall Out Boy bassist Pete Wentz via LiveJournal, he felt impressed of their performance and so, he wanted the band to sign up in Fueled By Ramen and its imprint label, DCD2 Records (then known as Decaydance Records) which they did in December,2004. The name was derived from a T-shirt the members and Wentz wore onstage during interviews which said Pete! At The Disco. Eventually, it was there they got its name, Panic! At The Disco.

An year after the release of their debut studio album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, the band would gradually begin to lose its members following the firing of Brent Wilson in 2006. Wilson was replaced with Jon Walker on that same year, althrough he and Ross, another founding member, would depart from the band later on as Urie and Smith wanted to make a couple more changes to their sound which became more pop oriented rather than punk and emo oriented like its early sound had. Dallon Weekes was later recruited to replace Walker on his bassist role during 2009 as a touring member and eventually becoming a full-time member an year later. It should be noted that in a brief instance between 2008 until the following year, the exclamation mark from Panic was temporarily removed from the band's name.

Following the departure of Smith in 2015, it was there the band would eventually shift and fully transition into a solo project, as a result, Weekes was later degraded to a touring member yet again as Urie is the only remaining founding member from the original lineup and, of course, from the band itself. On December,27th,2017, Weekes announced his departure from Panic, eventually shifting his focus on his role as a frontman of a duo named I Dont Know How But They Found Me.

The solo phase would later come to an end as of this month as on January,24th of this year, Urie announced on the band's official Insta that P!ATD is coming to an end and that he's goin' to dedicate to his family more often as he and his wife are expecting a child together, though despite that, his first child was raised last month, on February,3rd. There are currently no info about their name or gender, so yeah. The disbanding would occur this week, on March,10th,2023, after concluding the Viva Las Vengeance Tour which has been ongoing since September,8th,2022.

Movin' on, P!ATD is notorious for many great hits such as "I Write Sins Not Tragedies", "The Ballad Of Mona Lisa", "Emperor's New Clothes", "High Hopes", "This Is Gospel", ya know, a couple others to name a few. Panic released 7 albums, 4 as a band and 3 as a solo project.

I've been familiar with the band since christmas eve of 2019 and became a fan of it two years later, by 2021. The first song i had ever listened was "But It's Better If You Do" which i first heard while my half-bro was playin' either a round of Ultimate Chicken Horse or Speedrunners. Most of their releases are great, though i seem to prefer more from their band phase and there's a reason why.

Let's begin ranking all of these albums, scroll down and let that shit roll! What you're gonna read below are just my opinion so, don't ever think of bragging about it.

7. Pretty. Odd. (2008)

Oh yes, that one time the band tried to be psychedelic and folky while changing their sound. Pretty odd, right?

To start all this, the tracks looks pretty corny to listen at as it tries its best to be as sentimental as possible. In comparison to its debut release, the sound in Pretty. Odd. just divided many of its fans who did enjoy their previous album as they felt like they are being less punk and emo oriented.

It also contains some boring tracks i could find such as "We're So Starving", "Folkin' Around", "I Have Friends In Holy Spaces" and, of course, "Behind The Sea". How can you consider this album a favorite anyway? I love psychedelia and folk but this album did much and its baroque sound was barely executed and it failed to age pretty well. Of course, they would execute this sound pretty well in the next two releases as a band, particularly in their fourth album, Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die!. (NOTE: The baroque pop sound was only present in their first three albums, not in the fourth album since it became more pop oriented.)

In other words, Pretty. Odd. is my least favorite release from their band phase, it's basically as if the band is tryin' to be Cage The Elephant who in fact did better with the psychedelia sound and it should be noted their albums are, in fact, criminally underrated and i recommend listening to them if so.

Some redeeming qualities i could find in this thing is that it does have a decent cover design, their attempt at the baroque pop, psychedelic and folk rock sound was an interesting take but as already mentioned before, it didn't do much, it didn't age pretty well. And yes, some memorable tracks such as "Nine In The Afternoon", "When The Day Met The Night", "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)" and "Northern Downpour" to name a few.

There was once a time i looped "The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know" during one melancholic moment of my life.

Favorite Songs: Nine In The Afternoon (both versions), She's A Handsome Woman, Do You Know What I'm Seeing?, That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed), Northern Downpour, When The Day Met The Night, Pas De Cheval, The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know, She Had The World, From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins and Mad As Rabbits.

Personal Favorite: When The Day Met The Night.

6. Viva Las Vengeance (2022)

When i first listened to this album on the wake of its release shortly after coming back from school, in one moment, i considered it my least favorite album the band had ever done, though when relistening a bit, i was able to realize it ain't as bad as the aforementioned Pretty. Odd. album however.

Viva Las Vengeance was one damn of a big mistake for the solo phase of the band like, my fucking God! The songs in this album felt so off and even more soulless than its predecessor to the point it became quite more generic. Right at this moment, it was there i created a neologism to refer this album which is Viva Las Generics, or if preferred, Viva Las Vengenerics.

Besides, what was the point of releasing this album just to put an end on P!ATD? Urie, what were you thinking? How could ya fuck everything with this album?

Despite the critical acclaim from critics, this album was mixed and negatively received by fans, including myself. Viva Las Vengeance instantly lost the charm from its previous albums other than becoming more glam and stuff.

From what i've seen, Urie tries to make a revisit on how he was like 17 years ago until right now. What's even interesting is that this album has big influences from older 60's, 70's and early 80's albums and bands, althrough, it became quite more similar to something you would hear in certain Queen's songs.

Fillers are almost everywhere in this album and there's some of them i, for some ironic reason, actually liked such as "Sad Clown" and "Sugar Soaker", for example. "Do It To Death" is anything but a watered down version of either "Hallelujah" or "This Is Gospel". If i had to chose one, i'd say the latter. Alas, i once considered "Don't Let The Light Go Out" my least favorite song from this album due how empty was its chorus.

That doesn't mean Viva Las Vengeance is indeed a great album which is why i placed in the lowest tier as possible. Viva Las Vengeance is actually bad and it's the main reason why i consider this album my least favorite from the solo phase overall.

To be sincere, i still don't think this album is really going to age well, i say. At the same time, we'll never get to see another studio release from Panic just so it could redeem itself from what they just did. In fact, that's Urie's decision and so, i respect his opinion on this direction. The music video for "Do It To Death" is intriguing to watch and it, in fact, foreshadowed its disbanding.

Favorite Songs: Viva Las Vengeance, Middle Of A Breakup, Don't Let The Light Go Out, Local God, Star Spangled Banger, God Killed Rock And Roll, Sugar Soaker, Something About Maggie, Sad Clown, Do It To Death.

Personal Favorite: Viva Las Vengeance.

5. Pray For The Wicked (2018)

Pretty much some of y'all might kill me for this but i don't actually like this album that much.

It is basically Fall Out Boy's Mania but quite better than the former. We do get great bangers such as "Say Amen (Saturday Night)", "High Hopes" and "Hey Look Ma, I Made It" but that isn't enough to find filler songs such as "(Fuck A) Silver Lining", "One Of The Drunks" and "The Overpass", for example. "Roaring 20s" is an awful hit song and i hate it.

Listening to this album sounds great in the first half, then, it gradually gets worse by the second half. Prior to the release of Viva Las Vengeance, it was my least favorite album from the band, not until i relistened a little more and reconsider it.

Let's not forget that one time Donald Trump played the critically acclaimed "High Hopes" for his presidential campaign back in 2020 and i'm glad Urie told him and the White House to fuck off so they could stop using his song. Did they? Possibly. At least, i'm glad he lost the elections.

Ya know, i'm not much of a fan of the solo phase of the band which is why i placed them in a lower tier, at least, this album is still better than its follow-up but guess what? It ain't part of my favorites!

At the same time, i would like to congratulate Urie for the great work he did with this album, i even went on to watch the music videos for "High Hopes" and "Hey Look Ma, I Made It" during this midnight, they're actually good.

Favorite Songs: (Fuck A) Silver Lining, Say Amen (Saturday Night), Hey Look Ma, I Made It, High Hopes, Dancing's Not A Crime, One Of The Drunks, King Of The Clouds, Dying In LA.

Personal Favorite: Say Amen (Saturday Night).

4. Vices & Virtues (2011)

Things gradually got way better with this album, their baroque pop sound was subsequently improved and in addition to this, the pop punk sound briefly returned but then, disappeared in its follow-up.

Vices & Virtues is a fun album to listen at, though not as better than the later two albums that i'll be rankin' next. For my surprise, this album is absurdly short but not as shorter than its follow-up and i'm feelin' like they sort of rushed it but anyways.

Most of the tracks here appears to be underrated to listen such as "Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)", "Let's Kill Tonight", "Sarah Smiles" and my personal favorite of them, "The Ballad Of Mona Lisa".

There is only a few bad songs present in this album that i don't like such as "The Calendar", "Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met...)" and "Trade Mistakes". In other words, i do love this album but is nowhere as better than these ones i'm gonna rank next. Alas, this album is easily outclassed with its follow-ups and some of y'all might suggest me to rank this album 5th instead of Pray For The Wicked.

The official music video of "The Ballad Of Mona Lisa" is pretty neat and sorta intriguing but cool to look at, gotta love the visuals. An interesting fun fact is that the song "Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)" is played in the end credits of the first live-action movie of The Smurfs which was released on that same year. The movie received generally negative reviews, i've seen it before on DVD but i don't remember what year was it and that was a long time ago.

Favorite Songs: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa, Let's Kill Tonight, Hurricane, Memories, Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind), Always, Sarah Smiles.

Personal Favorite: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa.

3. Too Weird To Live, Too Rare To Die! (2013)

This is Gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories

This is what i call an album of quality! It might be short but holy shit, it's a killer album!

The shortest album in their discography has one damn of a badass lookin' electropop sound and my man, it's impossible to say how this great album legit aged pretty well. This album has a lot of memorable tracks to chose from.

However, some might not appreciate the fact that this is the last album they would release under their band phase before it was fully transitioned into a solo project following the departure of Spencer Smith in 2015. TWTLTRTD is by no means one of the best albums from their band phase. Beginning with this album onwards, the songs became less baroque and more pop oriented but still retained the same charm of success.

I don't even know what to say more of this album, it just made me speechless even more, all i can say is that i loved most of the songs with the sole exception of its closing track, "The End Of All Things".

After 10 years, all i can say here is that this is one cool lookin' masterpiece.

Favorite Songs: All of them (except The End Of All Things).

Personal Favorite: Nicotine.

2. Death Of A Bachelor (2016)

So, you thought i never liked the solo phase, right? Welp, guess what? Death Of A Bachelor is the only one i actually liked and it has to be the most decent album from their solo phase.

Due to how good it is, it deserved to have the whole tracklisting to be part of my favorites, though despite that, some of the kind of songs i don't seem to loop from this album quite often are "Golden Days", "The Good, The Bad And The Dirty", "LA Devotee", "Victorious" and "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time". The latter of which uses a sample of The B-52's "Rock Lobster".

Death Of A Bachelor isn't much of a bad album whatsoever, it's actually excellent that it deserved a higher tier.

The cover art is neat, looks sorta cheap but it's actually great. To be sincere, it's almost impossible to find at least one filler track but if you were capable to find at least one, you can comment down below.

The music videos for songs such as "Emperor's New Clothes" and "Hallelujah" are impressive and well done.

If there's one particular song i seem to enjoy the most aside from the ones i've mentioned above, i'd say anything other than "Crazy = Genius".

Why it ain't my personal favorite release? Welp, you'll find out right now. It will forever be my personal favorite release from their solo phase.

Favorite Songs: All of them.

Personal Favorite: Crazy = Genius.

1. A Fever You Can't Sweat Out (2005)

Sadly, this record has to be the best of them, at first their early fans didn't like it but then reconsidered it and found it nostalgic, an underrated gem.

Interestingly enough is that most of the songtitles are references to the 2004 movie Closer. We do get early hits such as "I Write Sins Not Tragedies", "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Do Without Taking Her Clothes Off", "Build God, Then We'll Talk" and my personal favorite of them, "But It's Better If You Do".

Some other underrated tracks i could find in this record include "The Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage", "There's A Good Reason These Tables Aren't Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet", "Time To Dance" and a couple others. I legit love all of the songs from this album.

Unfortunately is that this album has been easily outclassed by the later records, to the point, it gradually became a bit of an obscure record to some newer P!ATD fans.

Being the only record to feature the full original lineup, Wilson is mostly absent in the album but was still credited in the end even despite the fact that Urie played most of these bass parts in the tracks from this album. This subsequently resulted in his firing from the band an year after the album's release for not keeping the band's standards and eventually left the music industry soon after.

At the same time, it still the best thing the band would ever release and this album is legit the main reason why i was introduced to this band anyway. It will forever be my personal favorite album overall.

Favorite Songs: All of them (without counting "Introduction" and "Intermission" since they're either starting or intermission tracks).

Personal Favorite: But It's Better If You Do.

Outro

And i guess that's all for now, the solo project is doin' their final shows as some sort of farewell to both, the band and the project as a whole. We do not know if Brendon Urie will ever confirm a return but probably not anymore.

At the same time, Urie left us a legacy to this great band and will forever be considered to be one of my personal favorite bands and artists of all time. Thank you for everything, Brendon Urie, i guess it is time to say shut up and go to bed right now, this is where the end of a 19-year era comes in.

See you on the other side and have a great day/noon/night. Panic will forever be inside our "house of memories" and that is our brain and heart. Farewell for now ;)

(c) 2023 Neon Studios

#panic! at the disco #a fever you can't sweat out #pretty. odd. #viva las vengeance #vices & virtues #too weird to live too rare to die #death of a bachelor #pray for the wicked #2000s #2010s #2020s #pop rock #pop #baroque pop #electropop #alternative rock #emo pop #pop punk

[synchlora]

oh green dysphoria jacket we're rly in it now huh

#literally have not taken off this jacket for more than a few minutes (apart from sleep) for. too many days. #oh no #just :( its just. a comforting jacket. #i wanna scream abt gender rn man what the fuck #i should paint my nails w sharpie #how fucking bad is that for you?? i will find out soon #its for gender reasons i swear #i know it sounds random but i sWEAR its Gender #and pls. pls can i get top surgery. somehow w/o telling my parents like god. can i just like not come out and still do that afsnsvgsnsg #my mom thinks theyre purely cosmetic surgeries and that its not worth the danger of getting surgery for it like hm. #like man my mental health would likely be more dangerous to me than a surgery. not finishing that thought. #could potentially get a binder and pretend its just a sports bra or some shit. dont think i could play it off as that tho #definitely cant play off boxers lmao #i am just (: my brain is spinning oh no #trying to figure out loopholes but theres none #they wouldnt likely be violent to me coming out but also it would just be awful bc i know theyd still cling onto having a baby **** and shi #and theyd then know my name/pronouns and misgender me w that. and theyd give a million excuses #anyway. i need to take some time either thinking a lot or shutting my brain off to some music hold on #dumbass thots #vent #vent cw #dysphoria #dysphoria cw

[thefanficmonster]

Sounds Nice

Wilbur Soot x Colorblind!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A chance meeting at a convenience store allows a beautiful friendship to start. 

Requested by my friend Minnow. Hi darling! I hope you come across this fic even after all the long while it’s take for me to write your request which I’m so sorry for. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait and I hope you enjoy the read. Love, Vy ❤ 

Ah, fuck this!

I oh so confidently rushed out of the house to grab my sister shampoo as a punishment for flushing it all down the toilet this morning and yet here I am now. Ok, scratch that, I made it sound like I wanted to go and grab her a new bottle of shampoo which is definitely not the case, my mom just made me do it. It was my turn to do the chores today and she was making it a nightmarish experience for me. Knowing she has a date, I purposefully flushed that shit down the the toilet and just casually left the bottle in its usual spot. Cut to her being totally livid, screeching to our mom about it while glaring daggers at me while I couldn’t give any less of a fuck. But my mom obviously didn’t find the joke as funny as I did cause now I’m here, unsure of which shampoo is the one I should get my sister. I thought I’d be able to figure it out based on the label but oh boy was I wrong. There are multiple kinds! I remember asking her one time what color it was and she said teal but there’s no way that can help me here.

So here I am, reading the ingredients in each type of shampoo of the same brand, trying to figure out which it could be without having a clue of what are the ones in my sister’s one. At least it gives me time away from home where I’m sure to get a lecture on my childish actions. I’m twenty-two and I still pull shitty revenge plans like that - am I ashamed? Hell nah. Does my mom think I should be? Oh definitely. But do I care? No, but in Spanish for emphasis.

I’m slowly starting to give up at this point, the misery of standing alone in this aisle starting to creep up stronger and stronger until I’m just about ready to eenie-meenie my way through this shit. My plan is quickly put under segment B when another person walks into the aisle. He seems like a decent enough fella, tall as all hell and I’ll even go as far as to admit he’s quite handsome but that’s far from relevant now. After all, his appearance cannot guarantee he’s not a dick. Now, I hate asking for help, but I hate standing around doing nothing even more so...

“Hey, excuse me, could you please tell me which of these bottles is teal?“ I ask, ready for just about any response. For all I know he could be a Karen in a man’s body but I’m prepared to deal with that too, it’d be nothing new after all.

He turns to look at me, eyebrows shot up in surprise for a second before a warm smile graces his features. He points at a random bottle before taking it and handing it to me, “Here you go.”

I sigh in relief, “Thank you so much, you cannot believe how much of my life I wasted trying to guess which shade of grey seems most like teal.” I laugh, shaking my head, just about ready to excuse myself and dip.

Except...I don’t want to.

And it seems like he doesn’t want me to either.

“Glad I could help...“ He trails off, clearly wanting to say something but unable to find the words. 

From the ones that have managed to leave his mouth up until this point I’ve been able to pick up on his British accent which could get any person to swoon and who the hell am I to be an exception to that rule. That smile, the voice and the accent and consider me a goner. And no, I’m not one to point out attractive people at convenience stores often, but I’d be insane not to pick up on the handsomeness of this stranger.

I nod and as I’m about to disappointedly turn on my heel he stutters out a sentence much to my relief. I’m no social butterfly, but there’s a certain group of people I love talking to and for some reason this guy is a member of said group. Hey, I don’t make the rules! My brain does.

“Need help with anything else?“ He asks uncertainly, causing me to smile.

“Unless you can help me come up with some excuse as to why I’ll be coming home late, I’m afraid not.“ I reply coyly and also quite timidly, in my typical fashion.

The guy chuckles, “Unfortunately, I happen to have as many ideas as you, but I could....” He once again trails off, a little less nervously this time though which seems like an improvement, “...steal you away for a coffee if you’d like. I haven’t had the greatest day so sorry if I’m coming off as a weirdo or a creep...”

“No, you’re not. Not at all.“ I cut him off, my hand slightly brushing against his arm, “In fact, I can relate in the shitty day department and that coffee sounds nice....“

“Sounds great!“ He says excitedly, grinning before he starts buffering nervously yet again, “I mean, it’s not great that you’ve had a shitty day, but it’s great that you’d like to, you know, hang out....I should probably stop talking, shouldn’t I?“

I can’t help but giggle, watching as his cheeks redden in embarrassment, “No, no, keep rambling, it’s adorable.” This earns me a laugh from him, one which calms his nerves thankfully. “I’m Y/N by the way.” I offer him a hand for a ‘formal’ greeting which he almost instantly takes.

“I’m Wilbur.“ He replies, that accent of his thickening as he shakes my hand.

“Ok then, Wilbur, that nice sounding coffee will be my treat.” I wink at him,  not waiting for a response of any kind before waltzing down the aisle towards the cash register. I can hear his footsteps behind me, suggesting he’s not gonna buy anything himself before we leave.

Imagine he went in to buy coffee....

@boiled-onionrings

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[soft-boi-eli]

OMG CAN I REQUEST CC!PHILZA INTRODUCING HIS ADOPTED EMO CHILD TO THE REST OF THE SBI/DSMP

Gender neutral pls they/them

Of course! I've been having a bit of shortages on ideas. So this is so fucking welcomed.

Anyways

Father CC!Philza x Emo! Reader

Pronouns:they/them

Summary:your old parents gave you up as a teen, overflowing you with emotions, causing depression, mood swings, and quite a bit of anxiety. When you got adopted by a man and a lady,both seemingly very kind and understanding. You felt happy. They didnt expect the sleepy bois to come and visit so soon.

Tw:anxiety attacks, mention of depression, loving clothes (not a tw but damn I sometimes miss my old fashion sense.), mention of trauma, swearing!

A huge new family

They dont blame their biological family. They knew that they were being overwhelming. Slowly shifting into a state of mind where fluffy black and colored hair was their favorite. Their outfits became more extravagant and their makeup took a turn for the darker. But they didnt have to put them up for adoption.

About a year in and out of foster families, a few months in an orphanage, then one more foster family. It was official. They were the new child of philza.

Your life got better. Both of them accepted your choice of clothes and makeup, even supported it!

They helped with everything in the first few weeks. Giving you space, letting you know that they were there. But you nor phil knew that three boys were heading down to visit.

So when you answered the door to see three faces demanding philza minecraft and one just looking awkward. They were also changing about him coming and join them you felt panic flood through you. Slamming the door on their face you held near your chest.

Your uneven breathing was heard by your father and he was quick to scoop you away from the door and have kristin answer the door.

He was sitting next to you hand lightly rubbing your shoulder and he guided you through the panic attack. "That's it. In through the nose. Hold it for a few second. Breathe out." His voice was calm.

It took less time to calm you down then you've ever had. "There ya go mate. Just keep breathing." He kept coaching you through you panic attack.

Kristen let the four in with their promise of keeping calm. Your shaking form brought major concern to the two older ones and confusion to the two younger ones. "(Y/n) I want to introduce you to the four behind us. Technoblade, wilbur, tommy, and tubbo. They are really good friends of mine." Nodding lightly you sat there, not wanting to turn because if you did the panic would strike harder. Remembering what happened before you parents left you.

A huge group of people basically shunned your for your choices and didnt want to take you in because 'trash like you' wasnt accepted in the family. But these two were different. Supporting you with your choices. How different were their friends? "Hey I think you shirt is cool! Who's on it?" A slightly hyper voice broke through the silence. " black veil brides." It was quite but a start. "Cool! So their a band right? What kind of songs?" The brown haired teen was trying to communicate with you. "Uhm. Rock." It had started small but you opened up to the teens. They were about you age and they didnt bash what you decided to like. The two older ones hung out with phil and Kristen. You three hung out in your room which was kind of softer then your appearance. It was to reflect a bit deeper into you. Bookshelves, a desk, reading corner, and a bed. Not fully knowing what to put in there.

But you, tommy, and tubbo were almost the best of friends when they had to leave. Techno and Wilbur it took a bit. After the two teens left you had came out of your room, no makeup, hair had all products removed, and your clothes changed from Jean's and a black veiled brides shirt to a black tee shirt, grey sweat pants, with a book in hand.

Before sleeping you just chilled in the living room, reading while basking in the presence of your adoptive parents. You did not expect wilbur and techno to still be there.

Plopping down on the couch next to phil you opened your book and tried to zone out, to get engulfed into the book. Nope. Two sets of eyes just watching you.

"So you like poems?" The book you were reading was a massive collection of poems. Looking up to the two on the couch you nodded lightly.

Looking back down you felt nervous. "Small talk is awkward." Looking up to the brown haired guy with an American accent you nodded. "Same." Once more you looked down at your book. You already had issues focusing but you tried to work though it. "What kind of poems are you favorite?" You sat there for a second. Trying to think of something that catches your attention.

"Mainly ones about trauma. It reminds me I'm not the only one in the word that went through something I have. It just makes it more interesting when I can relate." It was true. Sometimes the poems you liked ring a little to close to home.

"Good choice. It does really intrigue the audience when they can relate." Nodding you closed your book. "Especially when you relate. It's a must for me. Other wise I get turned away from it and just cant focus. But if I like it then I am just dead set on that poem."

You and techno bonded over poems and wilbur brought up some songs. "So what is you song preference?" "Hollywood undead, black veil brides, other then that its random. If I like the song it's in my playlist." With no other preferences with music other then it had to sound good to you there was honestly no judgement for other people's taste in music. There were little treasures from almost all genres.

For a while you talked about poems and songs. It honestly helped you feel safer with them. They didnt care about what you found intriguing. Or why. You even went on a rant and there was no care. They just listened.

But sadly they had to leave. Bit they promised that they would visit more. They were like the brothers you never had.

"So I see that you were able to talk to all of them." Nodding to your father figure you smiled "they were nice. Honestly. I cant wait to see them again."

He found joy in you wanting to hang out with his friends/technically children too.

Now meet the rest of the dream smp. It was very fast. Meeting almost all of them at the same time.

Phil was streaming and no one except for the sleepy bois knew about you. So you walked into his stream, book in hand and sat on the couch behind his set up. You liked having another person on the room. You just hated being alone. It gave you really bad thoughts. "Who's that behind you phil?" A random donation read out. Phil looking behind himself saw you in the corner reading and you normally did. "Ah that's my child. They like to have company. So sometimes they come in here to read." "Wait you have a child?! Since when?" The voice made you jump. Your book fell out of your hands and you looked at your father's screen. A green man with a weird white blob for a skin on minecraft. "Yeah. I took a break to pick them up from the orphanage." All hell broke loose. You ran while phil answered questions. You were not dealing with that. No way. Nuh uh. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Not today satan. It took phil bribing you with a trip to hot topic to get you to come back in. I mean hey you get to score a few shirts and hats. Might as well.

Meeting the server wasbt too bad. But the questions were weird. You didnt answer the ones you were uncomfortable about and they didnt care. Your boundries were up. And when tommy, tubbo, willbur, and techno revealed they knew of you they were yelled at. It was funny. Watching people say they should of said something. But it resulted in alot of compliments and Phil's chat loving you.

You were now the older sibling of the chat. Why? Cause chat said so.

When you come in from now on the chat is chanting for you. Just "(y/n)!" Over and over.

Your life? Crazy. But it became a bit better after you were living with your new parents. It was heaven.

I'm sorry if its awkward I'm not good at introductions. And I am tis but a sleep deprived human. I need sleep and so do you have a nice day and once more I'm sorry if this isnt up to what you wanted.

#dsmp philza #philza #philza x reader #phliza mcyt #mcyt fluff #mcyt

[duskthevampqueen]

Blooming High, Chapter 1

Hi Hi! This is my first proper chapter of Highschool AU Blooming Panic. I'll let you guys know that this is basically if you took all the routes, and threw their plot points at a wall to see what stick, before putting that into a highschool AU. So while at some points it might look like its very obviously someone's route, you're not in anyone's "route" in this fic. Or at least, not yet, lol. Gotta keep ya guys on your toes.

Enjoy!

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Includes swearing

You could remember vividly your old highschool. Well… Wouldn’t call it your school. You had been at that school for barely three months, yet had every hall, even the tiniest of ones, memorized like the back of your hand. You knew where the ideal places to be at what times in the day, on what day of the week. It helped quite a lot back then.

You had been there for three months three years ago. The memory was shocking to yourself, you had expected it to have eroded after spending three years at a different school. But it came in help now, where it was the first day back to Blooming High. It was a month into the school year, much to your dismay, but surprisingly it looked like it’ll be a smooth transition.

Your homeroom was picked at random from the senior ones, since they all seemed to be full or near full to the point it was hard to tell why the school even let you back in if they were this full. Then you thought back to the tuition that you pay, since it was a private school, and quickly realized why. But it quickly left your mind as you knocked on a homeroom door, allowed in quickly.

“Class, this is [Name]. They’re a late addition to our class, but please be kind to them, yeah?” Your homeroom teacher spoke without worry about you fitting right into the classroom smoothly, already looking over her seating chart to see where you’d fit. “Oh, good. [Name], there’s a spot right next to my best student, so I’m sure you’ll transition smoothly.” She lifted her head and pointed out a seat in the back row.

You followed her line of sight, immediately curious when seeing you were being sat next to a broad-shouldered guy. He immediately smiled at making eye contact with you, and you immediately understood why he was the best student just from the comforting aura his smile seemed to have. Helped that it was a cute smile, too.

You gave a nod and small smile in return as you sat down next to him, making mental notes of his major features quietly, in case you needed help later. Sapphire blue eyes, black hair, glasses… seemed to have scars? Pushing that last note aside, you went to adjust the school uniform’s tie a bit, glancing up when hearing the teacher’s voice – her name on the white board is Ms. T.

“Quest, hopefully you’ll help our new student, yes?” Quest? That… sounded familiar to you. Where had you seen that recently, besides being used as the noun? You knew it being used as a name was familiar, but you just couldn’t put your finger on why it was familiar.

“Of course, ma’am. I'll be sure they’ll be caught up in no time.” Ooo, that voice. You would remember a voice like that, so he must not be a person you’ve met before. That relieves your worry at least a little bit, meeting someone you have met before but forgot about is always embarrassing.

“Good. Class, since I have no work for you all today, you can mingle a little bit before you go to your first period.” Ms. T smiled at the class before going to her desk as people started to talk. You glanced around before meeting eyes with Quest, who turned to you in his seat.

“Welcome to Blooming High, [Name]. I think I recognize you from when you were here… three years ago, yeah?” He had a smooth smile, kind words. You feel like you would recognize him if he looked like this back then, making you feel a bit embarrassed about him recognizing you.

“Oh, yeah. I was in this school for about three months before I moved and needed to be transferred. Did… you look differently back then?” Quest couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding, seeming to not take offense to you not recognizing him.

“Very different. No glasses, no scars, hair cut shorter. Also was on the rugby team back then.” You thought over the description of younger Quest, mind going through all the students you had met back then. To be honest, you hadn’t made many friends back then, less than what could be counted on two hands.

Then it hit you: the rugby player. “Oh my god… You’re the one that got in that fight for me.”

Quest immediately lifted a finger to his lips, shushing you gently, leaning closer across the aisle. “Shhh, not too loud. That keeps between you and I, yeah? No one… really knows who it was that led to the fight. I’ve just been telling everyone I stepped in when Kyle was being an ass.”

You nodded immediately, understanding. Hesitated, before asking softly. “Does he still go here…?” Quest also hesitated before nodding, his smile gone now. He reached over, patting your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, though. If you have any problems, let me know. I’ll handle him, more maturely this time around. I have a few friends that feel the same way around him, in terms they would step in for you. If I have your permission, I could tell them…?”

You shook your head immediately, although offered him a reassuring smile. “Its okay, thank you for the offer, though. I didn’t even want to get you involved, let alone how many friends you have. Its been a couple years, so everything will be fine.”

Before he could open his mouth to protest, the bell rang, signaling passing period. You gathered your bag, offering him one last smile and wave before heading out the classroom, pulling the schedule out to look at what classroom you needed to head to next. Science would be your first class of the day.

You quickly got to the science lab room, meeting with the teacher for a few words before being told your seat would be in the second row “next to the troublemaker”. You raised an eyebrow at the description, looking to who possibly could get that description to themselves.

An, admittedly, handsome guy is sitting at your lab table, elbow propped up on the table, a grin already on his lips. You realize he must’ve been watching you, as when he makes eye contact his grin widens, emerald eyes crinkling in what seems to be amusement. A gut feeling came up that you would get to see his ‘troublemaker’ personality very, very quickly with the way he didn’t break eye contact.

Slowly, you look back to the teacher, who just shrugged. “Sorry. I have no other open seats, so until next semester, I’m looking to you to keep him in check.” He didn’t look sorry one bit. In fact, he looked relieved that he alone wouldn’t have to deal with the student. You looked at the whiteboard, seeing the teachers name was Mr. Wright.

Turning to go sit with your new lab partner, you remembered that if this turned into chaos, Mr. Wright would be to blame. Despite not exactly a good introduction, you gave the guy a small smile as you set your things down and sat on the other stool. “Hi, I’m [Name].I just transferred into this school.”

“I can see that, newbie. I go by Xyx, but most just call me X.” That's another odd name, also feeling familiar. Again, your memory was coming up short on where the hell you would hear such an odd name. Who even goes by ‘Ziks’?

“X? That’s… an interesting thing to be called, just a letter. Any reason why?” He smirked, turning more towards you, and you could already tell from a mile away that he had been asked that a million times, leading to him having a full arsonal of smartass come backs.

“Can’t a man be a mystery? Keeps people guessing, especially noobs like you.” Did this guy just say the word noob out loud? Ohhhhh you knew you were in for him constantly pestering you if he talked like that.

Although… admittedly, X had a lovely voice. That was the second cute guy with a nice voice you had met today, both times with them being your seat neighbor in class. You glanced around, wondering if everyone in this school was hot, but you couldn’t get a good look at anyone before X was talking again.

“Now, newbie, what brings you to the grand, mysterious, expensive as hell Blooming High? Please don’t be boring.” He was scooting his stool closer now for some reason, but at seeing he was nonchalantly sliding his science textbook between the two of you, you realized it was because he assumed right that you didn't have it yet.

“Oh, I moved back near by. I was in this school three years ago but had to move away for some reasons.” You brought your stool closer to the table as you spoke, to get a look at the textbook. From the chatter in the classroom, you assumed there must be some sort of partner work going on right now.

“Reasons? Oh, c’mon doll, you can’t leave my nosy mind with such an open ended answer. I said not to be boring.” He urged you to continue with a motion of his hand, giving you an eye roll when you didn’t continue, although it looked more playful than irritated. “Look, I’ll keep my lips shut if you’re worried about me gossiping to the whole school. Not exactly a fan of spreading gossip, just listening to it.”

You ignored him as you took out a notebook and started answering some questions. You didn’t want to share anything private with someone you just met, especially when it was something that would get a giant mixed bag full of reactions. Some would ask questions, some would change the subject once learning, some would get defensive even. So it was better to just avoid talking about it all together.

It was silent between you two for a few minutes, X watching you expectantly the whole time. He was doing nothing to help you except stare, looking like he wouldn't break it any time soon. After ten minutes of this, you sighed as you looked at him.

“Are you going to just sit there staring and not help me?”

“How about a deal, yeah? You tell me one of the reasons why you left Blooming, and I’ll help you out with the assignment.” He offered you a hand, as if doing a handshake would make this very odd deal more legit. Xyx was supposed to help you in the first place, but now you had to make a deal to get him to do anything?

You watched his hand for a moment before sighing and taking his hand, hiding your surprise at how strong and firm his handshake was. “Fine. I left Blooming because I was avoiding someone so much that it was better to just move away than continue going through the trouble to avoid them. Now, help me out with this stupid question yeah?”

You could see his curiosity double at him being given that little bit of info, but surprisingly true to the deal, started to help you with the assignment. You kept being surprised whenever Xyx didn’t pester you about the details. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten the whole thing within a few minutes, instead working on the assignment while attempting to tease you to hell and back.

You didn’t even realize it was nearing the end of class til Mr. Wright called for everyone’s finished assignments, Xyx was getting you to laugh so much. You thought back to when Mr. Wright called him a troublemaker, and realized he might just be the class clown that's having a bit too much fun for this teacher’s preferences.

At least, that's what you thought until Xyx approached to turn in your guys’ assignment only to give Mr. Wright a smirk and say, “Here ya go, old man. Hopefully that bald head of yours is full of enough smarts to give me a proper grade this time.” Before joining you back at the lab table.

Oh god, now you fully understood. Xyx was both the class clown and the troublemaker wrapped up in one, to be the biggest headache to any teacher he came across. Your mind screamed inside about how this could possibly affect your classwork too, but was interrupted by Xyx sliding you a piece of paper with a cell number on it.

“Here is my phone number. Now, if you come to me for homework help, I charge a fee, but your first time will be free. Keeps customers coming back, ya know?” There it was, his smartass grin again as he stood just as the bell rang. “Try not to think about me too much, doll.”

And with that, out the door he went, leaving you to be whirling for a couple seconds before realizing you also need to get to your next class. English was next, according to your schedule, which means you would definitely be sitting there clueless without the assigned text.

Going through the same process you went through with your science teacher, you approached your new English teacher, who had to glance at you first with her glasses on, then second without them before realizing her new student was in front of her. It took her even longer to pull out her seating chart, to the point that the bell had already rung and the class was simply watching the two of you in curious silence.

You could hear the older woman struggling to figure out where to put you, continuing to glance between her chart and the actual class layout with mumbles. Nervousness started to set in, you started to shift foot to foot, but before you had to go through that for too long, a voice came from the class.

“Mrs. Wright, they can sit next to me. I’ll help them catch up.” You glanced to see a guy with glasses and a very stoic expression was the one to speak up, his hand raised to show Mrs. Wright who had spoken. He wore his uniform perfectly, without a single thing out of place, as if he had stepped out of the school handbook’s uniform page. It was very jarring compared to Xyx of your last class, who had barely tied his tie and was lacking his jacket completely.

“Oh! Thank you, [REDACTED]. Why don’t you take them down to the library so then they can check out the book? I’m sure you’re already ahead, as always.” Mrs. Wright had a kind smile on her face when asking that of the guy, who just nodded and stood from his desk. He didn’t exactly look happy that he was being pulled from class, but you could only make that assumption from the way he didn’t fully acknowledge you while headed out the classroom.

You quickly followed after him, still holding your school bag. You kept a couple steps behind him for the rest of the hallway, but he turned when realizing that, raising a brow. “Why are you behind me? You’re my upperclassman – you can walk beside me.”

This guy was younger than you? How was that humanly possible, with how mature he appeared and his height? Not only that, but he was in a senior year English class. Was he advanced in some of his classes?

Pushing aside the immense amount of questions you immediately had, you nodded as he shifted to your side, making you notice the little pin he had in his jacket pocket. “What does that pin say? It has too small letters for me to read.”

He glanced down, a small ‘ah’ coming from him as he adjusted it. “It's my president pin. I’m only supposed to wear it during council meetings, but someone has been testing my patience lately with our positions. So I’ve opted to keep it pinned at all times.”

President pin. Huh. You simply nodded in understanding.

Wait. President pin? God, you wanted to smack yourself from how dumb you felt in that moment. Did Mrs. Wright really think that the new student needed the student body president to help go check out the assigned text?

“Ah, I didn’t realize you were President… I’m [Name], by the way. I’m looking forward to getting used to this school again.”

“Again?” There was that raised brow again. Shit. You couldn’t exactly tell him the reason why you had left in the first place, or the events that went on leading up to leaving. You’d be stamped as a trouble maker in his sharp eyes.

“I was here back in my freshman year for a couple months before I moved away. But I’m happy to be back in Blooming High, don’t worry.” You offered a smile as an attempt to end that particular subject, continuing. “You mentioned someone was testing your patience. Anyone I should be wary of?”

The question invoked a sour expression from him. “I can’t exactly say to be wary of him. Owl isn’t very good at keeping to real names, giving nicknames to everyone. Even in meetings, he continues to call me Onion.”

Onion, Owl? Jeez, what was with this school and weird nicknames. Quest which is a noun, xyx which isn’t even a word, and now a vegetable and an animal. You half expected to be given a weird nickname at this point, maybe it was required to be a part of this school this year.

“While I can’t say who to be wary of, don’t hesitate to come to Owl or I if you have any issues with any other students. Owl can be dumb at times, especially around exam times, but he’s… Useful.” You glanced up to Onion’s face while listening, nodding as you followed him into the library. It almost sounded like he didn’t want to give this Owl guy any more praise than the bare minimum.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve already made a couple friends in my homeroom and science classes, and they seem like nice people, so I’m not too worried.” Friends might be jumping it a bit with Xyx after he insulted a teacher in front of you, but with Quest it would be an extreme insult not to consider him a friend at this point.

“Good.” Onion pulled a book from a shelf full of it’s duplicates before handing it to you, and motioning to the checkout counter. “If you were enrolled here before, your student number will be the same.”

You nodded once more, in actual understanding this time, heading to the checkout counter. When glanced up, you were met with a familiar smile and sapphire eyes, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. “Quest? You… Why are you behind the library counter?”

Quest chuckled, gently taking the book from your hands to scan it. “This is my free period. I help out in the library, including checking out books for students.” His eyes glance behind you before returning back to the book, then to the computer to type something in. “You must be in Mrs. Wright’s class right now if you have Onion accompanying you. She's very nice, so you won’t have to worry about catching up much in her class.”

“Oh, that's good… I had Mr. Wright’s class before hers, so I was worried they might be more alike. It didn’t help that I got seated next to his least favorite student right off the bat, who I had to practically bribe to help me out with the assignment.”

That got a snort out of Quest. “I see you’ve met X. Don’t worry about him, either, hes not a bad guy. I'll remind him to be nice to you.” He took your student number at last, finishing up checking out the book before handing it back. “Here you go, [Name]. Better get back to Onion, or he’ll be upset that I'm distracting you from your studies.”

You smiled with a murmured thanks and bye before turning and heading back to Onion, who had just watched that entire interaction from a distance. Surprisingly, he didn’t question how you knew Quest, seeming to already have a sense of how you knew him. Instead of asking questions, Onion waved a hand for you to follow him back, leading you out of the library, speaking once out in the hall.

“Quest is a good guy, so you could also go to him if you feel you have a matter ‘too small’ for the student council to handle. If you were to tell Owl, though, he would find no matter too small for him to handle.”

“You keep mentioning this Owl guy. Is he your friend or something?”

That causes a scoff and a glare to come from Onion. “No, not at all. Owl is the Vice President of the student council. He and I both ran for President, but before the votes could be counted, he forfeited and settled for Vice. While I am grateful for my position, I would be more grateful if he actually let the votes be counted.”

With the story, you suspected what might've been the reasoning for this Owl guy’s forfeiting, but you honestly couldn’t say for certainty. You’ll see if your suspicions are correct once you learn more or meet Owl. Instead of saying anything, you simply nodded and accepted as you two fell into silence on the walk back to class.

The rest of English class seemed to both go by in a flash and extremely slow at the same time, your thoughts distracting you from actually reading the assigned book. You had met three guys so far that seemed open to being friends with you, and a possible fourth talked about.

It felt a little… jarring to get such welcoming people around you right off the bat. It seemed you had gotten one of each type of positive welcome so far. Quest, the ever kind type, smiling while welcoming you back. Xyx, the jokester that looking back at it, learned more than he revealed. Onion, the calm type that took his duty to be helpful seriously.

Not only was being welcomed like that jarring, but meeting the three back to back was like reading a page from different books right after another. You hadn’t yet discovered what genre each book was, just barely skimmed the words of the first page of each, gouging if anything would catch your interest. And each one had caught your interest to at least read the first chapter at this point.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell, quick to pack up your things and head out the door. Half to your relief, half to your dismay, your next class would be physical education. Which means that you could still be in your own thoughts, but that you’d have to exercise while doing so.

But the dismay quickly outnumbered the relief once you realized you could not just let your thoughts run wild while doing mindless exercise. No, the PE teacher decided to torture by making the class play dodgeball, making it to be the first class you didn’t actually meet anyone today. You didn’t mind the break from being verbally social, but you certainly did mind having to run to avoid dodgeballs while heading off the court, after already being hit by one in the gut.

When the class finally ended and you were able to change back into the normal school uniform instead of the gym one, you felt it was a miracle that the schedule gods decided to give you lunch right after. Thank you for giving me time to rest and eat after that, you thought, eyes wandering the cafeteria, only for your thoughts to turn to shit, where am I supposed to sit?

You must’ve looked extremely lost, as within a minute of thinking that, your name was called out somewhere to the right. Eyes following the sound, you saw a couple of raised hands, belonging to none other than Quest and Xyx. Well, aren’t I lucky to not be eating in the bathrooms or on the floor today.

Immediately heading over, as you neared you realized the two had two more friends. One was considerably shorter than the other, making you almost miss the shorter one behind the taller. Seeing the two made you hesitate for a moment, but Xyx and Quest were watching, making you force yourself to go along with it and sit down in an empty spot at the round lunch table, catching the attention of the other two.

“Ooo, is this the person you guys were mentioning?” The shorter one spoke, hickory eyes lighting up. “They’re cute, why didn't you mention that! Hi, I’m Owl, and you are the new student that Quest and X kept going on about.” You had to keep yourself from blushing at suddenly being called cute, having not expected him to be so blunt like that, but instead focused on the name: Owl.

“Oh, you must be the student body Vice President. The President kept mentioning you and how you called him Onion.” You must’ve said something funny, as that caused a snort and a muffled chuckle to come from Xyx, only for him to be elbowed by the one that was still a stranger to you.

Owl seemed to be surprised by your words, but brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t pay any attention to his grumbling. He responds better to Onion than his real name but won’t admit it. I’m sure he’s just sour that I won't call him ‘Mr. President’ in meetings.”

You could definitely see that being a thing, especially from the way Onion seemed to take pride in his position. “I can see that. You must be used to him enough to tease him by only calling him Onion.”

“Teasing?” Owl looked surprised at the use of the word, then smirked. “Oh cutie, I only tease those I’m interested in. Might I be bold enough to say I might start teasing you one of these days. You will be coming around more, right?”

You blushed again, realizing how bold he must be to say that in front of his friends to someone he just met. “O-Oh, yes, if that's okay. I don’t know anyone else, or at least don’t recognize anyone else here.”

“Sounds like we’ll have to change that! Us four will be your closest friends, and I’ll help you gain other friends so then you’re not left all alone in classes without us in em or if we’re all miraculously out one day.” His smirk widened, giving you a wink. “I certainly wouldn’t mind being your closest friend.” The last bit got groans from the other three while he laughed.

“Sorry about him, he’s still butthurt that he didn’t get a date for homecoming this year.” Xyx added in, half apologetic towards you, half poking fun, making Owl lose his smirk.

“Hey, hey, I don’t want to hear that from you, X! You didn’t even try to get a homecoming date.”

“Pshh, why would I need to try when I had ladies flocking towards me? I got asked out more within that week leading up more than you did your entire first two highschool years.”

Owl gave the grinning brunette a scowl before turning back to you, face immediately relaxing again, offering a smile. “Sorry, sorry, but more on topic. I didn’t catch your name, cutie.”

“Oh, its [Name]...” You looked to the last person you had to learn the name of. “What about yours?”

They mumbled a quiet ‘shit’ as they finished their bite, covering their mouth with a hand before coughing. You regretted the timing, having not thought twice about catching them mid-bite, but the regret disappeared with their answer. “It’s Toast.”

Toast. Toast. Goddamn toast. You were starting to feel silly even giving your real name anymore, as that was the fifth name you were being given that was quite obviously not on the attendance sheets. The thought must’ve shown on your features, as Toast gave a sympathetic look.

“Trust me, I would probably react the same if I were in your shoes, but I only get called my other name at home. So it's better you have this one for me.” You nodded after a moment, accepting your fate that you would continue the rest of your senior year calling this group the weirdest names imaginable.

“Well, its nice to meet you, Toast. I will admit that you had a better name than Xyx. At least people will know how to spell it.” You responded, not missing the way Xyx attempted to jump into the conversation in protest, you continuing right over him. “I really like your hair, too. It’s really pretty.”

That got a small sputter out of Toast, his eyes going wide as one hand went to his blonde hair, nervously messing with it. “P-pretty? U-uh – I – um –” Seeing his friend floundering, Xyx draped an arm over his shoulders, ruffling Toast’s hair.

“Sorry about him, he’s getting used to compliments. I’m sure if you keep that up, though, he’ll get used to it enough to utter a thank you within a minute of receiving it.”

“Oh, are you sure?” You were unsure from the way Toast was a bright pink. “I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, Toast, I don’t want to overstep any bounds.” You knew how it felt for boundaries to be overstepped, and you desperately didn’t want to do that to another person.

The three boys looked expectantly to Toast, who had to clear their throat a bit before nodding a bit. “I-I don't mind… As long as it’s kept to a minimum!” They added the last bit quickly, as if having experience with the compliments being taken overboard. You suspect it was one of the other three that caused the needed addition.

“Don’t worry, [Name], we will all let you know of any bounds that you near.” Quest spoke up, reassuring you more, the nod from Owl getting rid of the worry completely.

“We have been friends for quite a while, so we’ll try to keep in mind to involve you now too. We actually planned a hang out this weekend, if you wanna join?” Owl leaned closer to you, excitement clear despite his black hair attempting to hide his eyes. “If anybody’s parents or teachers ask, we’re studying at Toasty’s place.”

“...What are you guys actually doing?” You asked, making Toast and Xyx share a look and a grin before looking at you. Oh god, what did you just get yourself into? “Actually, from those grins, I have a gut feeling I don’t wanna know, or that I’ll be baited into something…”

“Bingo.” Owl and Quest sing-songed simultaneously, earning waves from the now very clearly scheming duo. The brunette was already pulling something from his bag to write something down while the blonde was leaning into the table, closer to you.

“Have you ever heard of Final Fantasy?” Oh god, this was definitely gonna get you in a rabbit hole of something, and you weren’t completely sure you wanted to go down that rabbit hole while you ate your lunch.

But it was too late, you had already nodded, causing Xyx and Toast to dominate the rest of the lunch conversation with their favorite game. Actually, as you thought about it, it was nice listening to them, as they talked about their favorite features and playstyles. It made you feel even more welcomed than you already were when you received a piece of paper with their game usernames on it, if you were to start an account.

By the end of lunch, you had all four of the group’s numbers in your phone, and you were added to a group chat. You read a little bit of the history of the group chat as they started cleaning up, learning that Xyx and Toast were seniors with you and Quest, while Owl was a junior. Your heart warmed at seeing the past bits of banter between the four of them, the help the three seniors would give to the junior, the shockingly large amount of memes the scheming duo would share.

You could get used to this. Get used to their energy, their seemingly vastly differing personalities, their kindness. It felt like you fit right in, despite you still in the extremely early stages of friendship with them all. You never had a friend group like this, not even at the school you had been at for the majority of highschool. You had had a couple friends here and there, but no one you really latched onto or stuck around with like you were doing with these four.

Just as you were about to send your first message into the group chat, you felt a tap on the shoulder. Glancing up, you caught a glimpse of the other four’s faces. Xyx, Owl and Toast seemed a bit confused but had turned stoic, while Quest… oh dear.

That… was not an expression you had wanted to see again. It was held back, simmering anger, or irritation. The first time you had seen that face on Quest, it was three years ago, and just like it did back then, it made your heart drop. It made your heart beat be the only one filling your ears, as it could only mean that there was a particular person over your shoulder.

Your head couldn’t stop itself, it was already turning and looking up. Your vision seemed to black out for a moment out of shock, but you knew that voice. That terrible, terrible voice.

“Hey, babe. Happy to see you back at Blooming. Miss me?”

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[technowoah]

thinking about angst prompt 'you're right. you're useless' with c!jschlatt where all reader does is try to help him and they eventually get to a breaking point because all they do it give and give and give and get nothing in return so schlatt just turns around and scares the fuck out of them :D

Have a Heart

You end up helping Schlatt after hating his guts. And even though you give every thing to your new president he dosent seem to fucking care

- c!schlatt x reader

- gender neutral reader!

- prompt: 25) "You're right. You are useless" (angst list)

⚠︎: swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, mentions of vomit, c!dream makes an appearance 🤭 not proofread

An// I LOVE THIS SCENARIO UGHH! THANKS FOR REQUESTING AS WELL BUB! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

"Where's my fucking decree at?!"

"It's in my room Schlatt, please stop yelling." You tried to calm the ram-man down by talking calmer than him, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

"In your room?! Sounds like another fucking excuse that you didn't even finish them." Schlatt waved around his hands which one of them contained a lit cigarette in them. "Look at Tubbo he re-wrote one of my decrees before the festival, which is tomorrow may I add, and gave it to me. You havent even done anything I asked you." He scoffed.

You closed your eyes and held back a huge eye roll. You had done everything that Schlatt asked you to do, the decree was actually sitting on your desk in your room. This has been happening ever since Schlatt became president. He was more nicer, well as nice as Schlatt can get, but now he's been drinking like a moster and it never fails that he shows up to an important meeting drunk and makes you and Tubbo do all the work while Quackity and George are running free doing God knows what.

You had been loyal to Schlatt even when you didn't want to be, you had swallowed your pride along time ago. Every. Single. Task you do. And Every. Single. Time you get more put down that you already do.

Your head was hung low while he still spoke. "Hey! Were you listening to me shithead?! I need those papers by tonight!" Schlatt dug his finger into your chest pushing you back a little.

"Also get me my beer and bring it to the meeting room because apparently that's all you're good for." He finally left the long hallway, stumbling a bit as he walked.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding until you saw him walk away. You walked away to find Schlatg that beer and try to put on a smile for the meeting you are currently dreading. Quickly you stopped by your room to grab the stack of paper Schlatt was yelling about earlier and grabbed a beer from a random room. Schlatt always has alcohol and cigarettes in every room just in case he needs one.

Dragging your feet along the marble floored hallways you mad your way to the meeting room. You didn't want to get there first or even last so your mind switched up from speed walking to continuing your slow pace. You started to walk faster when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned around to see Tubbo waving behind you. You stopped in your pursuit to greet your friend.

"Hey Tubbo!"

"Going to the meeting I see." He smiled.

"Sadly yes." You sighed. "I already got yelled at twice today so-"

"Hey! It's better than three!"

"Tubbo!"

"Im sorry! But am I wrong?" Tubbo laughed a little.

"Well I wish it was zero. I give everything to that bastard and I get nothing." You breathed out.

"Really?! I get a lot of-" Tubbo stopped talking after the shock on your face was prominent. "You know what nevermind!" He waved off.

"Of course he would favor you." You walked off keeping a brisk pace with Tubbo apologizing for Schlatt's favoritism right behind you.

Once you reached the door to the meeting room you slowly opened the door to be greeted with, once again, a drunken president and his right hand man looking smug as ever when he had no right to be.

Schlatt's cabinet was a mess. Quackity was only the vice president because he partnered with Schlatt and George became, well, the vice president to the vice president. George was barely around anyways. Then Tubbo and you came from L'Manburg, hating Schlatt's guts at firsy you two learned to be okay with the treatment. And while apparently, Tubbo had better treatment than you, you still gave that president everything you had.

Everything you worked for was for that drunken man sitting at the head of the table. You basically devoted your life to him, writing decrees that represents Schlatts policies because "you dare not write something Wilbur would". You had pulled him from sleeping at his desk at nights, cleaned up his spilled wine and beer, picked up cigarettes from the clean marble floors. He pushed you around and you let it happen too, some people woukd say you've become weak and they were sadly right.

"Aye! Look who it is!" Schlatt slurred his words together. "There's my beer!"

"And your decrees!" You plopped the papers down on the desk as he snatched the beer bottle out of your hand.

"You have an attitude with me?" Schlatt asked quickly.

"No! No why?"

"'Cause you just threw my decrees on the table like they are some sort of scrap." Schlatt tried to find the right words. "Some sort of shit like its not important! Fuckin' have some nerve huh?"

You didn't respond and went to go sit by Tubbo across from Quackity. Schlatt apparently noticed and took it upon himself to say something.

"Asshole! You gonna respond to me?! I am your president!"

You fought the urge to snap back at him so you bit your lip as he continues to yell and make everyone in the room uncomfortable, even Quackity.

"Dammit!" Schlatt slammed the table. "Fuck you! I could kill you! I have so much power over you! I can control everyone in this damned kingdom that I'm second best to! This kingdom was owned by a tyrant! I saved all of you! And all you have to do is respond!"

He stood up during half of his breakdown, but you didn't know when. You could hear every single word he said, but your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you could feel Tubbo's hand grab yours underneath the table.

Schlatt huffed smoothed put his suit and sat back down in his chair.

"So! We're here for the festival."

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You softly closed your bedroom door not wanting to make more drama by slamming it. This whole week you held in your emotions and tears, but today was the breaking point for you. Your back slid down the door and you started crying, and crying. There was no need to try and deafen your sobs, because you couldn't even if you tried.

Your mind kept reminding you of every single event if today.

First. Tubbo didnt tell you he was still in contact with the former citizens of L'Manburg, and the only way you found out was that today at the festival you saw them and you asked Tubbo. He finally told you with his head hung low as you two stood on the podium. You felt betrayed.

Second. Schlatt gave you an extremely hard time making sure everything was intact for today's festivities. You were stressed out of your mind.

Third. The festival went down hill hard and fast. So fast everything seemed like a blur. Tubbo gave his speech, really fidgety may you add, and then Schlatt and Quackity began trapping him in cement, you tried stopping him, but you were pushed away multiple times. You knew who Technoblade was, so when you heard Schlatt call him up to the podium you started to freak out. Your heart started to pound out of your chest when he brought out an explosive crossbow and pointed it right at Tubbo's chest.

The next thing you know a huge, bright, colorful explosion went off and with you on the podium with Tubbo's murderer sparks flew and hit you, Schlatt and Quackity making all of you have some sort of burn marks. Tubbo was gone, soon to be revived again for his last life on this earth, but seeing him die like that was the breaking point for you.

You stayed on the ground with your knees to your chest sobbing loudly. It was too much for you. Your lungs felt like they had no air inside of them, and your heart felt like a million weights were hung on it. You kept crying until you heard a harsh knock on the door, that felt like they were trying to break down the door than get someone's attention.

"Stop sobbing so damn loud!" Of course it was Schlatt you rolled your eyes and stayed on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Damn you sound like you're in pain huh?" You heard him from the other side of the door.

It was silent until the door was forced open and you were pushed with the door on your side. You sat up again to see Schlatt, who was out of breath, above you and had another beer bottle in hand.

"Why did you open ny door?" You asked softly.

"Why didn't you let me in?"

"Cause you didnt ask."

"Excuse me!?" Schlatt grew angry.

"You heard me." You stood up facing the taller man with horns. He was scary, but somehow you got the confidence today.

"I dont think you know who you're talking to shithead!" Schlatt got closer, but this time you stood your ground.

"Im talking to a drunken, egotistical, ram-man who let someone kill the only person I had left!" You yelled in his face while tears fell on your cheeks.

"You do got some nerve! I saved you!" He turned around, his back facing you.

"You made my life hell!" You yelled at him. "You- you made my life worse! You made me feel like I have no purpose, but to serve you and your ragtag cabinet! You made me feel like a useless sack of shit, you-!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU ARE USELESS!" Schlatt quickly turned around his faced filled with pure anger and his eyes bloodshot. He was breathing heavily and all the confidence left your body as soon as he stumbled towards you.

"You're fucking useless! You're even worse than Tubbo and he was working against me!" Schlatt then let out a strained stream and smashed his bottle on the floor letting the left over alcohol spill onto the floor.

"Do me a favor and leave, go. I dont need you! I dont need this damned place given to me by chance! By a fucking vice president that dosent even do his damn job! I dont need you! You! You and those bastards ruined everything!" Schlatt yelled and then rushed out of the room while holding his mouth.

You followed him quickly into the hallway and watched as he stumbled into the nearest bathroom to throw up the alcohol consumption of today. The tears kept coming as you ran down the hallway hoping that you can get as far away from these ivory buildings as your feet can take you.

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Your feet hung off the edge of the prime path and underneath there was a small river. You had stared at the water running for about ten minutes since you got there. You noticed immediately when you set foot on the prime path that you had no where else to go except for pogtopia you learned about.

You sighed tilting your head up towards the night sky.

"Lonely?" A voice asked next to you.

You turned your head and saw the well known man dressed in green. Dream had his mask on, as usual, but hood was down letting his blonde hair show.

"Yeah actually." You responded not looking at him.

"I know what happened at the festival."

"Everyone does." You scoffed.

"What happened with Schlatt?" He asked and you turned your head with a confused look on your face. "Dont think I don't know anything that goes on around here."

"I don't know how you found out, but long story short I'm not allowed back there. I dont wanna go back there." You said while standing up facing the man.

"I have someone that can give you a place to stay. If you want to take the offer. Also I wanted to check up on you. You were so close to Tubbo and its hard to lose a friend." Dream spoke softly, but you could still hear him loud and clear even through the mask.

"Thank you. I would want to take the offer for a place to stay." You airly laughed. "I dont want to see Schlatt or Quackity again."

Dream chuckled while giving you a paper with an adress on it before getting ready to leave.

"Don't worry. He'll be dead soon." Dream said before turning around and walking down the prime path.

You should've stayed.

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[divinolenta]

intruder

kaeya x gender neutral reader, fluff/sfw

additional notes: struggled with deciding on who would crawl through the window but ultimately went with reader. i have a love-hate relationship with this man >:( he’s so pretty i wanna punch him. i recommend listening to “you say i’m in love” by banes world!

word count: 1,083

"ouch!"

alarmed, kaeya sat up, squinting his eyes in the dark as he tried to locate the source of the sudden noise. his hand twitched, instinctively searching for a weapon to defend himself with.

the intruder turns slightly, and moonlight falls upon their face, revealing you, rubbing your head with a pained expression. kaeya heaves a relieved sigh, a laugh rumbling in his chest.

"how can i help you, darling?"

you turn around, and the endearing expression on your face reminds kaeya of klee's, after getting caught by jean in the middle of the night with a hand in the sweets jar.

"hi." you state awkwardly, fidgeting under his questioning gaze.

"darling," kaeya begins slowly, "its past midnight."

"i know that!" you retort sharply, ignoring the mischievous smirk beginning to form on his face.

"oh? let me guess, did you miss me that much to count the hours as they go by?"

you don't miss kaeya's smug expression as he continues to gaze at you, ever the calm calvary captain.

"shut up, i just wanted cuddles." you grumble, wishing to wipe off the ever-growing cheshire grin on his stupidly handsome face.

god, how you regretted your spontaneous decision, now that it meant dealing with his teasing. what a waste of your precious time, having to climb through his window, and even hitting your head on the frame in the meantime.

kaeya doesn't respond, but he pats the space next to him on the bed. you crawl in next to him, lying down so you're facing him.

he hums, pulling you closer to him before resting his chin on your head.

"how's your head?" kaeya asks gently, referring to the moment just minutes ago. he fights back the urge to ruthlessly tease you for your clumsiness. maybe another time.

"sore." you murmur, already feeling drowsy from the warmth that radiates off of him.

"be more careful next time, love." you feel him shift slightly, resting his hands on your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion.

"yes, captain."

"what did i say about you calling me captain? you're not a knight and there are plenty of loving names to call me. captain is not one of them." he complains, and you snicker, voice slightly muffled from being pressed against his chest.

speaking of chest, kaeya was shirtless. again. "kaeya, aren't you cold?" you ask, pulling the sheets up to cover his bare shoulders.

"no, but you should really thank me for providing such a nice view."

"yeah, i'm not feeding your ego." you deadpan, pulling away from him.

kaeya frowns at that, but it’s quickly smothered by a cocky smirk. "you didn't deny it though."

you huff, wondering why you were allowing this to drag out for so long. you just desperately wanted sleep.

"goodnight. i'm not talking to you." you prove your point by closing your eyes.

kaeya snorts but stays quiet, and only the sound of your steady breathing remains. left with nothing else but to wait for your consciousness to drift, you focus on kaeya's hand resting on the small of your back, drawing random patterns and shapes.

the pressure on your back lifts, and before you realize it, his hand slyly slips under your shirt, ghosting cool fingertips against your skin, eliciting a squeal from you as goosebumps appear.

kaeya chuckles at your reaction and you bristle. "do you mind? i'm trying to sleep."

"well, i think you should at least keep me company, as you're the reason why i can't sleep."

your eyes fly open and you eye him indignantly. "how is it my fault?"

"how can i sleep when my beautiful lover is here with me?" he croons, his other hand moving a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. 

you narrow your eyes at kaeya. "you can be so...."

"sweet?" he moves closer to kiss your cheek. "romantic?"

"...i was going to say cheesy and borderline disgusting."

kaeya huffs, lips now brushing against the shell of your ear. "you've ought to give me more credit." 

his hand lingers, fingers skimming against your soft skin before he draws back, feigning hurt so convincingly, it almost fools you. you suppress a smile as you cradle his face with both hands. “you know i love you, kaeya.”

kaeya smiles, leaning into your touch, and you swear it rivals the sun with its radiance. “i love you too, cutie.” 

you sigh, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. “you should sleep before it gets too late or you’ll be tired in the morning.” you scold lightly, knowing that if he could, he would stay up all night with you. 

kaeya only hums in response as he pulls you closer to him, until there’s not even a centimetre between your bodies, arms tight around your waist. you nestle your head in the crook of his neck, easily lulled to sleep by the warmth and security he provides.

kaeya's gaze travels over the familiar slopes and angles of your features, shifting to press his lips against your forehead, a content sigh leaving him. if you were awake, you would no doubt call him a creep for watching you sleep. for some reason, the thought brings a smile to kaeya’s face. his focus wanders to the window, where the moon shines bright against the inky canvas of the sky. 

ah, he forgot to draw the curtains close. 

glancing at you, he automatically moves to block the moonlight from disrupting your slumber. gingerly, kaeya separates himself from you, intending to get up to pull the curtains close. just as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, you tug on his arm. 

“go back to sleep, love.” kaeya coos, burying his face into your hair. 

"where are you going?” you mumble, sleep slurring your words together. kaeya stares at you momentarily, before practically throwing himself on you, careful to prop himself up to avoid crushing you. 

god, was he blushing? barbatos save him, you were going to be the death of him.

he knows he shouldn’t get too attached; after all, good things always had an end, but it’s already too late, he’s allowed you to intrude in his emotions and take a place in his heart, and now, he’s afraid that he’ll never love someone else this much.

even kaeya can’t feign blissful ignorance, can’t deny that one day, this would all no longer exist. but for now, he’s content with staying in the present with you. 

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