#i tried to tag people i havent tagged in anything before?!?! feel free to ignore if you dont want to/dont have time to do it!!

[onejellyfishplease]

Hi hi!! I have questions regarding snapdonnie (plant boy)

Can he talk? If he can what would it sound like? How would he try to hide this from his brothers if he does? Are your commissions open? Oh I wonder if he would just disappear. I imagine this is sensory hell for him. On top of having to eat bugs. eugh hahahaha I love this! He kinda reminds me of those mushroom zombies (/pos)!! What are your thoughts on him? I would love to hear more about this creature against nature (or with nature now, haha!!) I was originally here for open your wings but I have gotten thoroughly attached to the wacky Donnie fusions. Are you alright if people draw him?? How did you do this?? This is so cool!!! I love all of your Donnie designs but he is most definitely my favorite.

(Feel free to ignore, this turned into just gushing about him)

I was gonna keep going but it was going to get into weird unhinged cult territory really fast, hahaha!!!

Wow! Hi!

I will try to answer all your questions, me and @zeawesomeness were just throwing ideas around for SnapDonnie, so theres quite a bit to talk about!

What does he sound like:

I'd imaging real gurgly when he's like that, but he absolutely hates the sound of his voice, and the fact that most of what he says is muddled. So id say he mostly uses sign language to communicate. while he can still do that

How would he hide it from his brothers:

He would definitely try at the beginning! especially when it starts off as a small growth on his softshell, but eventually the consequences get too big and it gets revealed relatively quickly (at least compared to Open your Shell)

Are my commisions open:

uhhhh, not at the moment, but if there's enough interest in commissions for my art (which would be amazing) then i would be open to opening them!

Is this sensory hell for him?

Absolutely. especially now that flies are attracted to him. he hates it. his shell is consistently moving and it is hell.

My thoughts on him:

I live this creepy little dude. but now there is a little bit of trepidation with it. because now i want to turn this into a proper au and i need to stop doing this to myself.

More about SnapDonnie!

he was infected with this venus fly trap-like curse (from what I havent figured out yet, either kraang or mystic)

it started as a growth in his shell, which then sprouted those flytraps (which he couldnt hide)

the energy needed for the transformations makes Donnie ravenous, and the more he eats, the faster he turns. this is the part where his family find out.

yes he was compelled into eating raw (kinda rancid) meat.

they find out that this infection will continue until Donnie is fully turned into a carnivorous plant.

at the end of the transformation, Donnies face would split open and the single flower would bloom.

Small teeth-like spines are growing down the middle of Donnies face.

Donnie has to balance, starving himself without rotting/wilting (bc yes he does that now), while not eating too much that the transformation continues at too fast a pace.

it doesnt help that sometimes he goes feral (and his face does the splitty open thing), and attacks and tries to eat anything in his path. including his family. Ah yes. Angst.

so they need to figure out how to help Donnie before they loose him forever.

Okay I think Im done with ranting lol.

Can you draw him?

ABSOLUTELY!! please tag me if you do! in fact I am completely on board with you drawing anything from my aus! I love receiving fanart!

I think thats all the questions answered! I love asks like this lol, theyre always so fun!

#rottmnt #asks #anon asks #jelly rants #rottmnt donnie #snapdonnie #<- oh no it has a tag now

[windupnamazu]

getting to know you

rules: tag nine people whom you’d like to get to know better.

Last Song: gimmme! - oresama

Last Movie: pacific rim!

Currently Reading: [looks into the camera] the pacific rim official movie novelization. i dont read books at all anymore really but i do a bad job of keeping track of all the manga i read here??

Currently Watching: maoujou de oyasumi / sleepy princess in the demon castle!! i love the manga and ive been looking forward to the anime for a while 

Craving: fwuit... i want mangoes and stwawbewwie...

tagged by: @kepesktribe!! thank you very much!! ♡♡♡

tagging: @yshai-tia | @vaniccio | @alourish | @wintersound | @faeluria | @brokenmelody | @silvernsteel | @babykrogan | @forgivencruelty!!

#tagged meme #i tried to tag people i havent tagged in anything before?!?! feel free to ignore if you dont want to/dont have time to do it!! #nervous sweating ;; #me chanting loudly in call as i pose this pic: I WILL NOT GIVE A THIRD SELF-INSERT LORE I WILL NOT GIVE A THIRD SELF-INSERT LORE I WILL N #statty chiming in: carmela be like [gives a self-insert lore] [gives a self-insert lore] [gives a self-insert lore] [g #if i make a fourth ill have an entire light party im

[shockinglysubmissive]

Kinktober Day 6: Public Sex

Day 6: Public Sex- Shigaraki x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Death/Dusting, Slight Yandere, Caught Fucking

Tags: @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love

Sitting at the bar, you don’t notice the glare that your boss is shooting at the man who has been flirting with you. You continue nursing your drink, wanting him to leave but feeling trapped in the corner. It is not until he reaches out to touch your thigh that Shigaraki takes control of the situation.

He heads over, touching the man with a single finger. “Excuse me, kind sir. I am wondering if you could please leave this bar. We are closing soon.” He keeps his voice as level as possible, not wanting to draw attention quite yet.

“Let my girl finish her drink, and we will be gone soon.” The stranger replies, barely looking at Shigaraki. This was his biggest mistake. Not only did he ignore him, he tried to take claim over you. You belonged to him.

“Of course, how rude of me to interrupt. Shake my hand to accept my apology.” He offers the stranger a hand. You notice it before you can warn the strange man. There was no glove on his hand. Just as your mouth opens to tell him to stop, his hand meets your boss’s and his bony fingers all connect with his hand.

You cover your eyes as the man falls to dust in front of you.”What was that for?” You ask, brushing pieces of the man off your leg. You had grown used to the sight of people turning to dust, being part of the league, but this was out of nowhere.

“He touched something that was mine. He could not continue living. He had to die before he got too bold and moved his filthy hand any higher.” He keeps his voice calm, cleaning off the chair before sitting down. By now, the rest of the bar has turned to see what is going on.

“Yours? When did I become yours?” You demand, trying to ignore the wet patch growing in your panties at his possessive behavior towards you.

Instead of answering your question, he tugs a pair of artist gloves out of his pocket, sliding them onto his hands.

“Tomura?” You question, eyes flicking between his hands and his face. A grin spreads widely as he grabs your waist, pulling you onto his lap.

“Mine. You belong to me. And I am tired of waiting to claim you. Tired of not getting to sink balls deep inside of you.” He hoists your dress up past your ass, tugging your thin panties to the side.

“Stop! People could see us!” You whisper, trying to act as normal as possible as you glance around at the bar packed full of other league members, and various other criminals.

“Let them watch. I want everyone to know that you belong to me. The pile of dust will remind them what happens if they even think about touching you.” His lips brush against your neck, tongue trailing to find your pulse point.

Despite his frail looking appearance, he was so much stronger than you imagined. The hold he had on your waist was far too strong for you to do anything besides giving in to your desire to be his.

Feeling your body lose some of the tension, he removes one of his hands, releasing the bruising grip that he had on you. He frees himself from his pants, pumping his length as it stirs to life.

With your back to his chest, you are unable to see his size, but you can feel his hand moving quite a distance with each pump, and the wet sound tells you that he is oozing cum already. A moment passes before you feel the heavy tip prodding at your lips, willing them to spread to accommodate him.

He wasn’t monsterously thick, but fuck was he long. As you slide down his shaft, you could feel pressure against your cervix. The first time his tip nudges your deepest parts, you fall into a moaning mess against him.

“I thought you were worried about people seeing. But you are moaning like a whore and I havent even started fucking you.” His voice drips with amusement, reveling in the sounds that he was already pulling from you.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to swallow your moans to keep quiet. This would have worked had your boss been kind. But he was not. He was jealous and possessive. With one arm wrapped around your torso, he bounced you freely on himself. His other hand tugged and smacked your cllit, as if he were punishing you for denying him your sweet sounds.

One particularly hard swap to your clit causes you to yelp loud enough to draw the attention of nearly everyone in the bar. You were too lost in pleasure to truly care, body tensing as you cum around your boss’s long cock.

“What do you say, why don’t you share. I want to see her cream like that for me.” A voice calls from somewhere behind you. The only response the man received was Shigaraki indicating the dust on the floor.

#🌑.dark side #dead doves kinktober 2021 #mha #mha smut #bnha #bnha smut #my hero academia #my hero academia smut #boco no hero acadamia smut #boco no hero academia #Shigaraki #shigaraki smut #Shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x reader smut

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Poor Little Anxious Crybaby (Pt.9)

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Feel like I should clarify for those of you who havent seen the full post about it: this is based on the K-12 and Crybaby albums by Melanie Martinez, this is not my original idea and the storyline for each part is taken from there, with the exception of my own edits to the story

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Virgil had been throwing a abnormal amount of parties now that Brennan had been gone for two weeks. It was more concerning that he continued to make cakes and decorations and get dressed up when no one attended these events. When Patton had begun to get concerned Emile had merely told him that Virgil was likely replacing his feelings of loneliness with the format of a social event, even if socializing wasnt included.

Virgil liked going to the store alone, it was big and the aisles were fun to run around in, especially since hardly anyone shopped there. The boy at the counter was rather tall, with messy brown hair that had a white streak right at the front, and the beginnings of a mustache, and red eyes. Virgil tended to ask him about his eyes, he liked them a lot, they reminded him of blood.

After about four visits the boy finally told Virgil that his name was Remus, he was fifteen, and he had a brother named Roman. The brother's name sounded familiar, but Virgil couldnt quite figure out how, Roman was never at the store, Remus said he was home sick, and couldnt really do much anyways.

"So what's the theme today?" Remus said as Virgil shoved a stack of decorations over the counter.

"Carnival," Virgil said simply, fishing for his wallet as Remus rang up the streamers and table cloth.

"What do you do with all this party stuff when you're done anyways?" Remus said.

"Put it in recycling, duh," Virgil said. As they were talking the sound of an ice cream truck came from outside, both boys turned their heads and watched it part.

The man running the truck was tall and hairy, he looked almost like a wolf, he was skinnier than you'd expect a wolf to be, though. He walked past the boys at the counter, seemingly not noticing either of them. Virgil finished paying for his things and ran out of the store, excited to get started on the party.

The truck and the man seemed to make routine appearances at the store now, each time passing Virgil and Remus like they werent even there.

"What's he buy anyways?" Virgil said, before the truck had arrived. He'd been deliberating what to make for the party that night when they'd landed on the subject of ice cream, which lead to the current topic.

"More ice cream to fill the truck, you'd think he'd have some already but nope, always comes in for more, and all kinds of other sweets to, I bet those are the toppings," Remus said, shrugging. The two of them stopped as they heard the familiar music, Virgil quickly rushing off to the dessert aisle, hoping he might be able to get some more information on the man.

He heard his footsteps, and watched out of the corner of his eye as the man picked out some different types of ice cream.

"I've heard people like that cotton candy stuff," Virgil muttered out of the corner of his mouth, shuffling over to another section of desserts, pretending to examine another cake. The man merely grunted and selected a few more types before walking up to the counter. Virgil waited until the truck had left before he approached Remus again.

"Anything weird?" He said, sliding his stuff over to the taller boy.

"Nope, same as usual, I grunt less than him in bed. You'd think he'd say hello in one language or another huh," Remus said. Virgil chose to ignore the comment.

"Do you think we should tell someone? He has a pretty clear routine, and no one should have to come back daily if they're buying that much stuff at once right?" Virgil said.

Remus thought on this for a bit before nodding. "I'll tell my parents and you tell yours," he said, bagging the last of Virgil's things and handing them to him.

Patton and Emile had taken the information about as well as Virgil had expected them to.

"Listen to me very carefully Vivi, do not get any ice cream from that truck and dont talk to that man again, Emmy and I will see if we can get someone to investigate the situation," Patton had his hands on Virgil's shoulders, the batter they'd been mixing completely forgotten in the background.

This worked out well, for about a week or so. It was a sunny Friday, there were birds resting on the roof of the store. Virgil had just finished ringing up when the truck pulled up.

"Virgil?" Remus said, there was a tone of urgency in his voice.

"Remus? Is something wrong?" Remus didnt say anything, merely held up a vial of reddish black liquid with a skull etched into the glass, and slipped it into Virgil's pocket.

"Run," was all Remus said before he shoved Virgil toward the door.

Virgil hadnt quite gotten the clue until he was outside, and until he noticed the man hadnt stopped his truck until after he'd gotten outside. Virgil took off almost as soon as the door opened. Heart pounding and looking in all directions, hoping to find a way to confuse the man.

Virgil turned a corner, thinking it would lead back into the neighborhood, but instead he was faced with a wall. He jumped up on one of the trash cans on the side of the alley and attempted to grab hold of something nearby he could use to hoist himself onto the top of the wall. But just as he got into the air he felt something grab onto his leg. He tried struggling his way out, kicking and screaming and trying to free his arms to bash his attacker in the eyes. But the man was much stronger than Virgil was. Virgil felt something cold against his mouth, ice cream, the cotton candy flavor he'd mentioned before. He closed his mouth tighter, but he'd already managed to get a taste of it during one of the screaming matches. He felt drowsy, and then everything went blurry as he was thrown into the back of the truck. It was cold, to cold, he tried to stay awake, tried to find a window that he could climb out of, but he couldnt move anything. He heard three words before he went completely unconscious.

Alongside the flash of a symbol he recognized from Mr. Black's work assignments, "Tag, You're It,"

And then everything was dark.

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@youtuberswithalex

@faycanyons

@melodiread

@thefivecalls

@luna--28

@sleepless-emo

@deathcanbegreat

@spooky-scary-virgil

@boobmaster69

@thecolorfulolive

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[c-e-gold]

In light of recent events involving Damian in a certain DC Comic book, I have decided to revisit my proposed line up for a Teen Titans book that I would love to read. It’s going to be similar to the one I did before, but I’m going to try to go more in depth about it. If there’s any changes or additions you would make, please let me know. My knowledge on DC is limited. Especially now since I havent read them in awhile due to how annoyed they’ve made me lately. 

Enjoy!

Core Team

Damian Wayne / Robin

Maya Ducard / Nobody

Suren Daga (He’s been staying at Carrie Kelly’s place since he’s had nowhere else to go)

Jon Kent / Super Boy

Kathy Branden / Beacon

This is the core team at the start of their tenure together. There really isn’t any designated leader among them. Instead, they opt for a rotating system where a leader is chosen for specific missions. For example, Maya be more suitable to lead a stealth mission than Superboy. 

I know he would get brought up, by Colin isn’t included because I know nothing about him and haven’t read any of the stories he’s been in. I recognized that he’s popular among some of the fans, but I wanted this list to be as true to me as possible.

Team Mother

Talia Al Ghul

In this iteration, everything about her that was written by Grant Morrison is wholly ignored. Never happened. Talia, while not as involved in Damian’s life as she would like to be due to her work, maintains a healthy relationship with her son. She takes on the responsibility of training the team in combat, language, espionage, tactics, and assassination. She also does the mission briefings for them. 

For those who are familiar with the Young Justice cartoon, she’s pretty much Batman. the events of R:SoB still happens, so her relationship with Maya and Suren are still rocky at best. Maya goes out of her way to annoy her and Suren just doesn’t like her. But the course of the story will have moments where, while not being a fan of eachother, Talia would definitely go out of her way to protect Suren and Maya and they would do the same for her. Perhaps their relationship develops from antagonistic to just playful ribbing.

Den Brother

Duke Thomas

Duke takes on Talia’s responsibilities while she’s not around due to her job and/or missions. His tasks normally include being the team’s “therapist”. Talia recruited him for this because she correctly figured that the team would be more likely to warm up to him since he’s closer to them in age. It also helps that he’s a bit better when it comes to understanding emotional children. While not being licensed, he listens to their problems and help work them threw it. On occasion he will tag along on missions with them.

Future additions to the team

Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi and Olive Silverlock

(Anyone else remember in Robin War where Damian left supplies for the Gotham Academy kids and nothing came of it? I do.)

Maps- who is by far the most excited about the prospect of joining the team- she begins early training at the insistence of Damian, much to Talia’s chagrin. Talia tries to discourage her threw tough conditioning, but Maps perservere, showing her heart and that her desire to help people isn’t just surface level. Eventually she does join the team part-time.

Olive partakes in the practice concerning the usage of metahuman abilities in order to master her pyrokinesis. Duke and Kathy helps her navigate her training and slowly teaches her to be able to call upon her abilities without losing herself to the flames. I’m on the fence about having Olive join the team, so I’m open to suggestions on that front. I’m leaning more towards no, though.

Detective Chimp

Why not? He’s not really doing anything in the comics that is worthwhile. And I think his presence would add an air of brevity. He would be in charge of teaching the team proper investigative tactics. He even has a few tips and tricks up his sleeve that even the most seasoned detective wouldn’t be privy to.

Also I want to see him and Maps interact. Not to mention the potential for a fun side adventure with Detective Chimp and all of the pets teaming up.

Temp Join/Team-Ups

Batfamily

Not having the rest of the Batfamily interact with this team would be a crime in of itself. Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Orphan, Batgirl, Spoiler, Blue Bird, Batwoman, Batwing, and Alfred. I want to see all of them interact with the team. It doesn’t even have to be serious! Maybe Stephanie shows up with Cass and kicks all of the boys out and has a girls night with the female team. Or Jason regales the team with totally not made up stories about all of the times he saved Damian and all the favors that he owes him. 

Harley Quinn

I don’t know exactly the circumstances that would make this work, but I think this would be a cool and fun crossover. They would just kinda run into each other and decide, for the sake of the mission, to work together to get the job done. 

Justice League

I mean, they HAVE to have their “Now do you take us seriously” moment. It doesn’t have to be a situation where the League is brainwashed or anything. Maybe it’s just a test. Or a friendly competiton. Or an excuse to get Wonder Woman and Maya to interact and have a proper passing of the touch and make the Tiny Trinity a for sure thing.

Robzarro and Boyzarro

They obviously like hanging out with Jon, Kathy, and Maya. So them popping up every now and then should be a given. Also I kinda wanna see how Damian and Talia reacts to Robzarro. There is so much comedy potential there.

Base of operation

The Fortress of Attitude

The base has an official named that Talia had given it upon construction, but Superboy called it the Fortress of Attitude. The some of the team just started calling it that out of being easier to remember while others (read: Maya) does it because she wants to annoy Talia. It’s very sleek with cutting edge tech rivaling Batman’s own tech. But as the team gets more and more accommodated to the hideout, they start adding their own flairs (stickers, posters, beanbag chairs, animal dens, dolls, figurines, and magazines). 

It’s equipped with a central computer that monitors the coming and going of the members, the registry, and mission files. The AI is programmed into the teams phones, offering the same protection to their personal phones that the foretress has. Using technology similar to the Watchtower and threw studying Beacon’s powers, they can beam themselves to the fortress whenever they please.

Main villains

Slade and the Hive Academy

I put Slade and not Deathstroke because I’m not really a fan of comic book Deathstroke. But Slade is Bad. Ass. Methodical. Calculating. Brilliant. Powerful. Coniving. He would make a perfect overarching villain for this team. I wouldn’t have him want Robin as his apprentice though. That can stay exclusive to the Teen Titans cartoon. In that place, he would just be the headmaster of the Hive Academy and use the team to test his students.

The Court of Owls

While theyre largely Batman’s villains, I feel they would meddle in the affairs of anyone they deem a significant annoyance. Their Talons would prove such a huge obstacle for this team to overcome. Of course it wouldn’t be the entire court after them, though. Just a small team that is assigned to keep an eye on them and steer them in the direction that best serves the Court.

 Blockbuster

I think 2 syndicates is enough for one title. Blockbuster is a departure from the cold, calculated, machinations of both Slade and the Court. He’s pretty much an immovable object that would be built up to be able to even withstand hits from Superboy.

Manchester Black

I think being trapped inside of a cow would make anyone thirsty for revenge. Also, a cow that is hell bent on revenge could be both terrifying and fun to read. No one is going to punch a cow, so the team would have to think of other tactics to take him down. Maybe Detective Chimp and the pets would have a hand in bringing him down!

I literally typed this out while working off of 3 hours of sleep the previous night and it is currently 12:37AM. That’s the excuse I’m going to go with if something is wrong here. I would want to include more villains that challenge the team both philosophically, physically, and mentally. But the longer I work on this, the more I go blank. So I’m putting a pin in this here.

If anyone has any ideas or suggestions, feel free to leave them! This is my own personal take on what I would like to see from a hypothetical Teen Titans/Young Justice book. 

#Damian Wayne #Superboy #Maya Ducard #Kathy Brendan #Talia Al Ghul #Teen Titans

[microfeelings]

You know I just realized how rude of me it was to just post the fantasy AU and never elaborate further on, so I'll do my best to write down the most important things from this universe (no timeline because lmao how does a timeline even work)

For Arin it would be the fact that he grew up on a tribe of half orcs, (his mother is a druid orc, and takes care of the horses that help them move around, his father is an elven bard, and because of this he looks less orcish and more femenine than other half-orcs his age, it bothers him at first but he learns to live with it) and when he is of age decides to leave to experience the world on his own and find a meaning to being alive, (he feels like he needs to find a purpose) trains as a barbarian, but leaves before finishing his training and starts taking adventures for money, (freelance adventurer babyy) at this time he cuts off his long hair and buffs out(is that the word??) his tusks (cause he believes hes not that good for his orc part), thats when he meets Ross, (who is trying to kill him but this doesnt bother the man) they travel together for a couple of years and then Ross leaves him for some pirates in the ocean (Or something like that?? Unclear undecided lmao). Then Dan comes into the equation, not much later Suzy, then Ross (who is kind of an on and off character traveling with them), and Brian (same with Ross, but hes justified because he has a family)

The story with Dan is more complicated (and angstier oh yeah). I still havent worked on his whole childhood part, but on his 150 and beyond he was kind of a free spirit, traveling as a bard, with literally anyone who might wanna join, meeting lots of people and sleeping around, he was more of a lover and the works he took were more on the entartaining side than the slaying, he lived without much care up until he was 200 when he met a tiefling lady whom he fell in love with and was decided he wanted to marry, the problem is that they had different views on life (since she was ready to settle down, meanwhile Dan was more of a "keep seeing the world"), even tho he was ready to leave it for her she told him to keep traveling and that she was going to be waiting for him when he was done. At this time (look you really must have bad luck Dan) he fell ill and into a coma of 50 years, when he woke up he found himself in a world where a lot of things had changed, and the woman he loved was dead. Devastated and with nowhere to go he just decided to keep working and travelling, so he joined a band of mercenaries where he met Brian, altho kind of violent (on Brian's side), they hit it off inmediatly and became very close, enough so that Brian presented him to his family, still Dan felt that he needed to keep travelling to fill the void he felt in his heart (and also because Brian was a human, and he couldnt bare the thought of losing him as well, and it was easier to just avoid it by leaving even if it made him feel like a coward). Then he met Arin, Suzy and Ross (I feel like their adventures all together deserve a different post)

Suzy is also kind of a work in progress (I still havent completely decided what drove her to leave her forest so the story might change from post to post). She lived in the forest her whole life (childhood undecided) and when she was around 200 met Arin when he was a teen, they became friends and Arin basically talked his whole life with her, eventually Arin left and Suzy kept living in the forest until a village started growing just outside it and started being rude and mindless on how they treated her forest, so she decided to talk to the townsfolk, they ignored her so she resolved into using fear tactics and that worked for a while, but now her forest was known as a dangerous place where no smart person went, aka a perfect place for mercenaries and other shady groups. She went to the town asking for help but people were either afraid or mad at her (Suzy is not having a nice day) but thankfully Arin and Dan were passing through town when she went to the folk so they decided to help her (sweet reunion between Arin and Suzy <3 the man has bad memory but he still remembered his childhood best friend, also she looks the exact same so... kinda hard to miss, Suzy has thoughts about the beard but this post is not about that). Still not decided why she left the forest (by all acounts it doesnt make sense, but I wanted her traveling with the boys) maybe she convinces the townsfolk to treat the forest better or something cheesy like that lmao.

From this point on the stories become less and less thought out

Ross as a tiefling was always an outcast, and you know what they say, treat someone like a monster and they will become one, he became a warlock at an early age (undecided but he was young) to a demon who would ask him all sorts of favors, one of them being killing Arin: the one favor Ross failed to do, because after trying to murder the man they both got into a life threatening sittuation where Arin saved his life and Ross thought "oh fuck, hes nice". They began travelling together and tho Ross tried to kill Arin a couple more times, tho he could never comit and ended up leaving him so the demon wouldnt find him (or something, how has the demon not killed Ross yet? Loophole! What loophole? I dont know, I havent thought about it yet). He left to travel the seas for a while and met a bunch of people but eventually came back to land and back to traveling with Arin because no one was as cool as him (I guess?) Gets along with Suzy and Brian cause they're scary, and likes to mess with Dan cause its really easy to do (and also because hes jealous of his relationship with Arin lmao) but they get along when its necessary.

Brian's whole life before joining the mercenary is a whole mystery, nobody knows anything about the man, the only person who knows his backstory is Dan, but even he is unsure because he always changes the story (one of them is the true one, which one Danny boy?). All everyone knows it that after Dan left the mercenary group, Brian wanted to retire as well, but the leader wouldnt let him since he was one of the best in their group, and threatened to get his wife and child if he left, so he took one last job to kill a certain Half-orc (everyone wants Arin death, why? I dont know) and after that went as well as expected (lots of knives, Dan trying to convince both Arin and Brian not to kill each other), the group decided to help Brian kill his own mercenary group. He sometimes joins the group on some adventures (Brian's house is one of their many 'safe houses') still enjoys to sometimes stab Dan and Arin, but knows better not to mess with a fucking druid and warlock

Also if you wanna write or draw related to this au, I will love you forever, you can tag it as fantasy grumps, or tag me (but honestly I dont trust tumblr, so you can just message me about it)

#fantasy grumps #thats the name of the au i guess #polygrumps #egobang #ninja ship party

[h-eckers]

Surprises (Part 3)

A/N: I’m not super happy with this but also I don’t hate it so I’m sticking with it because I am committed. I’m also an angst qween, I enjoy expressing my dormant rage through literature. It’s cathartic, you know?

Part 1 / Part 2

Summary: He’s lying and you know it, but the fallout for confronting it is going to be painful. Is it really worth it?

Word Count: 1,631

Warnings; Swearing, angst, Jughead has so many emotions, he just wants to be loveD, this ain’t gonna make sense if you havent read at least Part Two

“No, nothing.” He said quickly, too quickly, as though he’d anticipated the question coming before you’d even said it.

“Well, then what does it mean?” You asked, fiddling with the dish towel you had in your hands, studying his face.

“Nothing, I just said that.” He snapped at you and you frowned, shaking your head at him.

“You don’t have to get shitty with me, Jug, I was just asking if it meant anything.” You mumbled, wiping down the bench top slowly to give yourself something to focus on,

“Why does it have to mean anything, Y/N?! It was a stupid dream, that’s all, there’s nothing deeper to it!” He yelled across the kitchen counter, you backed up slightly your brow furrowing. There was no reason for him to be acting like this, you hadn’t done anything wrong, hell, you couldn’t imagine what had him upset now, you were just asking.

“Right, well obviously that’s true, because why else would you be irrationally yelling at me?” You said sarcastically, throwing your towel in the sink with all the force of your frustration.

“Irrationally?” He scoffed, “You’re giving me the third degree for a dream I had that you shouldn’t even know happened!”

“I came into check you were sleeping! Because you never fucking do and I was worried, you know? Worried? People feel it sometimes when they give a shit!” You snapped back and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to bed.” He said simply, you could see the anger in the lines on his face but yours matched in equal ferocity. He turned to walk away.

“Yeah, well have sweet dreams.” You grunted. He ignored you as much as he was tempted to turn back and say something unsavoury, he bit his tongue and went up to bed. You pulled the cookies out of the oven, they were burnt so bad they were blackened, you tossed the tray on the counter, it clattered loudly and you sniffled. Your eyes were already stinging with tears and your heart was aching. Maybe he was right. Why did it matter so much?

It had been four days since that argument, neither of you had said anything to each other, at all. Not a single word. You barely looked at each other even though you were in the same damn house. It was uncomfortable and weird and you missed your best friend already, you barely went five minutes without talking to him usually and here you were, in a constant state of discomfort because you’d been avoiding each other.

School was boring, it was quiet and uninteresting without Jughead beside you, scheming and investigating away, going on about something that meant something that you were entirely lost on. The confusion was something you started to miss, simply because it came from him, and because you knew he only ever got that way with you, he was comfortable with you. He could get wound up and talk so fast his words ran together, and he could laugh and smile freely, he could be entirely himself around you and you missed him entirely. You had time to think about why you had reacted the way you did to him that night, and it was becoming clearer and clearer that maybe you wanted him to say it was more, because you wanted it to be more. You definitely wanted it to be more. You loved him.

As it always seemed to go with the two of you, your feelings and his weren’t far from each other’s, he hated it as much as you did, he missed you as much as you missed him, and to make matters worse, he was afraid of losing you entirely because he got angry, having nowhere to go wouldn’t be fun either, but it was nothing compared to losing you from his life. It had only been half a week and the stress had built up enough to almost floor him, there was so much to tell you, he couldn’t tell anyone else because by the time he’d paused for a minute to let someone else speak the conversation had moved on. With you he talked until his lungs were so starved of air he had to stop for fear of suffocation, and even then you would sit there in silence and wait to hear the rest, he’d get it all out and then it would be your turn. The two of you just had a dynamic that made him feel safe, comforted and completely free, and he was craving so badly it was starting to hurt him physically.

Admitting wrongdoing wasn’t a strong suit for either of you, stubbornness was just a way of life and giving in rarely seemed an option, but if something didn’t happen soon the two of you would probably have a combined breakdown, which wasn’t really a good option for anyone. Still, you were in deadlock, neither yielding, neither caving nor coming to the other, or at least you thought that was the case.

The night was miserable, rain was beating against the town like it was trying to drown everything out, and thunder rolled so loudly across Riverdale that it shook the ground, it seemed to suit your mood though, so you didn’t complain. Since you’d arrived from school you’d locked yourself away in your bedroom, trying to take your mind off the situation at hand. Unfortunately for you, not thinking about him wasn’t an option, so you thought about him when you were happiest, when the two of you were last sublimely blissful and hopeful for your future together, even if it was only as friends. You thought of the drive in a few weeks ago, even though it seemed as though it was years before that moment. You laid back on your bed, eyes falling shut as you sighed heavily and tried to focus on that.

There was a soft knock on your bedroom door and you opened your eyes, you didn’t move, “Come in.” you said over the violent rain outside. The door opened and you finally pulled yourself up as Jughead stepped in slowly and wandered over to sit on your bed in front of you. There was a long silence, the two of you sitting in wait as he tried to find his words in scrambled thoughts, and you tried not to panic about what he might say.

“Y/N, I…” He paused and looked down for a moment, it was an odd change in his demeanour, one you had only seen rarely despite your years of friendship, “I’m so sorry.” He finished slowly, still not looking up at you, “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, you had every right to ask, and I know you were just trying to look after me. God knows I don’t do a great job of that myself.”

“It’s okay” you sighed, the weight of the entire universe lifted from your shoulders as he spoke, “I shouldn’t have pushed you, I guess I just wanted it to mean more than it did.” His brow furrowed in confusion at the admission, but he chose not to press on the subject for fear of a repeat of the argument.

“I know I screwed up, but I don’t want to lose you.” His voice was unsteady and it broke your heart, “You’re my best friend, you do so much for me, and I’m terrified of fucking this up. You are everything to me, I don’t think I could function if I lost you now.” In all your years of friendship he’d never spoken to you like this, he’d never become so emotional over anything, maybe that was because you ever fought, no matter the reason it hurt you to watch him so afraid.

Carefully, you pulled yourself off the edge of the bed and stood, holding out your arms for him. He got up immediately and came to you, wrapping his arms around you in a grip that was almost bruising it was so tight. You moved your arms around his shoulders and hugged him tighter to yourself, rubbing his back soothingly. “Please, Jones, you couldn’t lose me even if you did want to, I’m not going anywhere.” And you stood there, holding him close to you for quite a while before he finally pulled away, his arms stayed against your waist and that action alone made it mildly harder to breathe. His eyes flicked over all the features of your face as he stared at you, a soft smile on his face. Out of instinct your hands moved to the side of his neck.

“What are you thinking about, Jug?” You asked softly

“When you said you wanted my dream to mean something more, why?” it was a simple question and yet it made you want to run screaming and dive out the nearest window to escape.

“Just that, uh, if you’d told me it meant you were in love with me or something, just as an example, of course,” You stumbled over your words hopelessly, a dark blush colouring your cheeks. “I wouldn’t have minded.” You admitted, closing your eyes and cringing away for a moment.

“Good,” he said quietly, you felt him pull you in and your eyes opened again to meet his as he ducked his head so your lips almost touched, “because I lied.” He breathed out quietly, his lips colliding with yours gently. His entire body relaxed into you in an instant and you could only assume yours did the same.

There were three things you were sure of in that moment, One; Jughead jones was your best friend, Two; He was also the love of your life, someone you couldn’t live without. And Three; He felt exactly the same.

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