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soft-serve-soymilk · 2 years

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Hi! Could you give some information about some of your OCs?

Hello Midnight! Sure!! Hmm I'll do a quick summary of the Flower Fighter Five (that's the dumb name Cynthia gave their friendship group, and you'll see why in a moment)... starting with:

Dism Dandelion: A boy previously kidnapped for 10 years, released back into his hometown of Amonea at 15. Turns out he has magical powers due to the circumstances of his birth, which is what we call a Lucid Dreamer in the You Have No Name canon (YHNN for short). Lucid Dreamers are a mixed race between a human from Byrgir (the non-magic, "normal" world in this portal fantasy) and Oskopnir (the dream world),, they can summon weapons from objects dear to them, shift outfits based on their personality a la the Persona 5 Phantom Thieves, and can have any one of 7 powers (Darkness, Light, Time/Stasis, Life, Decay, Intuition, Spirit-Space) based on the colour of their blood. Dism does the time stuff, because his blood is yellow :) He's very insecure. Cannot read social cues. Also bisexual. He has a hero/white-knight complex because he thinks that’s going to get him the favour of others he thinks he needs (so misguided ;w;), and a naïve, black-and-white worldview. He's also compassionate, earnest, and persistent, as well as positive :). The protagonist, searching for the person who haunts his memory, who turns out to be:

Archus "Archie" Dandelion: Dism's older brother of 19. A run-away from home, he's been searching for his brother ever since the year after the incident, and has currently been whisked away to Oskopnir where he now works in the political scheme to enact protections for the Lucid Dreamers, which are often forcefully taken to research facilities, or wound up in a lot of xenophobia and/or misinformed hatred. Speaking of said research facilities, he was tested in one of those once too. See, Oskopnir is also home to the spiriters, lil creatures that are said to feed off of the emotional energy of other beings, and eventually turn them into eldritch abominations to gain even more, and Archie is a fusion of a human and one of those. Hence, he has a mask on his left that he cannot take off (it kind of looks like the head of the 3rd angel Sachiel from the Neon Genesis Evangelion series).

Immensely traumatised cinnamon roll in desperate need of a hug and therapy. Idealistic, whimsical, playful soul that adores children. Has a really bad inferiority complex, and is quite envious because of it. Selfless to a fault, and emotionally unpredictable. A ticking time bomb for being pushed over the despair event horizon. Seriously stuck in the past; too afraid to let go of anything. 2k12 best actor, parent friend, chef, and storyteller all in one. The token cishet in a group of queers. Has adopted several kids as wards over the course of his life, such as Ewan, Luna, Theon and most importantly:

Inigo Saudade/Valere-Vervain: THE BESTEST BOY FOR 3 YEARS RUNNING. Once a paper orphan, he met Archie on the streets who ended up touching his heart in the worst way forever. Due to certain... incident involving someone's diary containing very important photos being thrown into a river for desperately needed food, and Archie's suicidal ideation/depressive tendencies and him now having no indication of being alive for several years, Inigo now carries the guilt of thinking he's "killed" the first person who ever truly loved him. This problem only gets worse when he meets Archie's brother in the future at 13 years old, who is actually looking for said Archie. You can only imagine the conflict that would arise from this y'know?

Now living with the most loving adoptive parents in the world, he works in their ice-cream shop. An indigo lucid dreamer with intuition powers. Also does archery as a hobby using a recurve bow, and participates in field archery competitions which he excels in. Has nightmares and doesn't eat properly due to his guilt complex. Puts up an icy front with others to avoid getting attached in the same way; really a sweet, affectionate boy underneath. On the aro-ace spectrum. He works very hard, almost unhealthily so, and is very, very intelligent-- he's advanced two grades to be where Dism and Cynthia are. He’s also very snarky and smug, and because of his trauma-induced guilt, self-destructive, self-loathing even. Not to mention impulsive. But for those that can see past the exterior of emotional dishonesty and borderline manipulation, there’s a caring, thoughtful, and most importantly devoutly loyal boy underneath :) (I stole this excerpt from my previous OC ask because he is worth the detail). Gets into a QPR (Queerplatonic Relationship) with Dism,, that's the main pairing in this canon! Also best friends with:

Cynthia Conifer Smith: She could not be a further opposite to her bestie. Completely normal, human, extroverted, media-obsessed lil girl who runs an unofficial daycare/arcade/babysitting service in her brother's garage. Makes sugary mocktail drinks for fun. Absolute reining queen at Mario Kart. Fanfiction author,, and is quite good at it too. She cannot draw to save her life however. She dyes her beautiful bright pink hair herself. Watches far too much anime, could probably quote entire episodes if you wanted her to. Also pansexual!

Moodmaker of the group, she brings out all the inspirational quotes. Not the brightest, but she’s spunky and very confident-- if lacking in the patience department and absent-minded at times. Embroils herself in Dism's circumstances because like most of these characters, she fears isolation and loneliness. There may be some trauma involved over why that's such a recurrent theme with these guys, but anyway. Passionate, and her lack of book smarts leads her to think in out-of-the-box ways in comparison to other characters. Probably has ADHD tbh. Uses Sparknotes and Litcharts to pass essays. And she becomes good friends with:

Ribbon | Idyllia Asteraceae (As-teh-race-see-I) Idyllia was once early childhood friends with Dism and Archus. Clad in white and adorned with navy blue ribbons, she is "the ghost" of Amonea, a shy and reserved figure not many know about in this small town. Has a background of recurrent ME/CFS, so she is homeschooled and lives in a hospice. A blue lucid dreamer who controls life. Was the illegitimate child of the goddess of what is essentially heaven in Oskopnir, and was heavily sought after for her powers, though thanks to a noble sacrifice she made it to Byrgir unharmed. Older than she looks slightly. Gets roped into doing the whole anime thing with Cynthia-- really likes sailor moon. Has a cheeky, teasing side. Makes everyone play monopoly when they get together to play games. A musician, she plays the flute like how Dism plays the piano. Supresses her emotions under her Ribbon persona, lives in full flavour of them in her Idyllia one. She has the Ribbon persona to escape from her past life where she continually failed to protect people, again and again. Inigo dislikes this because it's a harsh reminder of what he's doing. Initially shy and unassuming, bold when she comes out of her shell. Gives Archie a run for his (non-existent) money in capriciousness and tempestuousness-- especially when she's split between both her lives when both of them fail to be pain-free. Completely unflinching when it comes to horror/the supernatural; quite amused by it actually. Really just wants to have a good time and support her friends :). Also Bi! (Shippable with both Archie and Cynthy I'm keeping this open ended bc she works with both)

And that's some quick, easy to digest info for my beloved followers who have found themselves unintentionally invested in my head children <3. See look Shadow easy information to put on the doc you're collating!! Please note that this is not all of the recurrent characters, we also have Daisy, Nio (they/them), Ewan, Luna, Theon, Erk, and Nate of varying ages and roles that show up as well :> But I hope this is valuable for you!! Please feel free to browse my archive and look at the tag-the-oc posts; I do much more than tag the oc and actually add quite a fair bit of elaboration, and if you use the search you can find Dism's and Inigo's OC asks which go into far more depth over how they work (like blueprints). But I hope this satisfies you!!

#just pav things #my ocs #pav's ocs #one day they'll all be in a graphic novel and my life will be complete #also pls leave a like if you read and enjoyed it! that really helps me out y'know!!

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kravchikfreak · 2 years

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What are your thoughts on the Aaravos x runaan or rayla x Claudia

look it took me so long cause i've already half written the answer and then i just closed the app and lost it all and got so tilted i forgot to go back to the ask i'm sorry

but anyway

aarovos/runaan

kinda didn't know they exist up until i got this ask? and i tried to think about them, but sorry i just don't care for runaan like at all at all so it's almost impossible for me to be fond about anything that includes him (except for my headcanons about him, tiadrin, lain and ethari as a group)

and i tried to look at art of the ship on tumblr so at least i could say "idc about the ship but art is cute", but i could barely find anything???

so, udc about the ship but i fully support everyone who finds joy in it

as for raydia

boi or boi

by looking on my graph you would think i have a lot of thoughts on them, but turnes out i don't huh. surprise for me as well. maybe itvs just a case of "i can't pass by wlw-ship" who knows

and maybe i like how rayla acts all tough and violent but couldn't even kill a man and claudia on the other hand acts all cutie and cinnamon roll but killed a fawn and a man as well

not that i have any meaningful headcanons about them in particular, but just the concept is appealing enough for me

#the dragon prince #aaravos #runaan #aaravos x runaan #rayla #claudia #raydia #this is the tag for asks

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white-fletching · 2 years

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Verses ( An Incomplete List )

001 — angeldust: cyberpunk verse, set roughly in 2125, and for the most part in Seoul, South Korea and Tokyo, Japan. people ( in certain but not all ) overpopulated areas are required to apply and pay for a license to have children on their own; Fang's mum didn't have such a license and someone snitched on her, so Fang was taken away when he was maybe 5. he is convinced she is dead, but afraid she isn't and has spent the last almost three decades under torture or similarly terrible conditions instead. he's been raised by the government and was sold to an agency ( simply called the Agency ) that fronts as a prestige artist agency, having models, actors, and even idols signed to them, but does actually rent their artists out as escorts ( if you want to be nice ) to the richest people for basically all kinds of things: nights spent together, as actual escorts for events, but also sex, and any kind of violent urges you can imagine. the team at the agency is able to "repair" the escorts when they get back, turned into carnage, and even reanimate them in almost all cases. Fang is specifically known at the agency to be able to endure the worst kind of violence, and that's almost always why he's rented: to serve as an outlet for all those rich CEOs who are so incredibly stressed they need a human punching bag and so incredibly rich they can just rent one for a few hours. he's the most expensive escort at the agency and is part of their angel program — he got his own room, more freedom and privileges, in exchange for being made addicted to a personalized drug that the agency uses to control him | Fang in this is roughly 30, grew up in Taiwan, then in South Korea. he was only recently saved and removed from the agency by one of his clients and is now trying to somehow live instead of just survive day to day, while battling with his trauma and his addiction recovery. also has ties to the Yakuza now. looks like he could kill you but is a cinnamon roll. often believes people are lying to him, doesn't trust easily, but falls for people who show him the bare minimum of respect and human decency. ties knots into his own or other people's clothes for comfort.

002 — temple ruins: urban fantasy verse, set in the 1980s and in the Greater Yuun Region, which is an alternate history version of Japan, Korea, Taiwan, Thailand and China. magic exists, and mythical beings live among humans undetected. the technological advances are at least three or four decades ahead of schedule. Fang is a Taiwanese fairy deity whose followers are slowly but surely declining. as he helps out a group of mundanes to get an audience with a local dragon, the dragon demands payment, and picks Fang as such in a rush of nostalgia, remembering his mother telling him stories about Fang's kind when he was a lot younger. it also becomes clear that Fang has started to fade from the world with his follower count declining rapidly, and the dragon wants to save him. needless to say, Fang is less than amused about the whole situation, but the dragon's lover is a warlock and he manages to wrap Fang into a sort of second skin made of magic that keeps him existing in a sort of vacuum between dimensions while he physically exists in that timeline. so Fang has no real choice but to stay for now, and settle into the temple the dragon, his warlock lover and a local love deity call their home. shenanigans ensue. | Fang is a couple hundred years old in this and rather wild. he's stubborn, can't lie, and he would never admit that he's slowly falling for the dragon whom he keeps accusing of kidnapping and keeping him away from his people. he can also shift into a larger rabbit with little antlers, and possesses fairy magic.

003 — midsummer: university verse, set in the 2020s, in a smaller town in the US. Fang studies "something with languages" and classical literature, and has just managed to get a job as one of the professor's assistants. he grew up in Taiwan, but after his mother's death and the subsequent selling of their orchard, Fang grew up in foster care. he speaks a handful of languages at different levels of fluidity, and decided to take the chance and study abroad. sorta hooking up with a coursemate but it's complicated. | mid-twenties, very bi. is working extra hard to keep the prof's approval. his dream is to buy back the orchard and build the business back up, if only to spite the people who bought it and removed the apple trees he so loved.

004 — appleseed: alternate history medieval fantasy verse. in which Fang's father is a European General trying to take over the island Fang grows up on, and his mother is killed when she attempts to flee from him. Fang deserts when the army from the mainland lands on the island to fight against the foreigners, and saves a group of casters / mages before being taken into the mainland army. rises to lieutenant as one of their best archers, fights alongside a small group he soon calls friends and falls for his General. court intrigue and forbidden feelings between said General and the soon-to-be empress bring issues and blood to their doorstep, and amidst all the pain and fear of the looming war Fang desperately attempts to keep his rank, resurrect the man he loves and deal with the grief and the guilt he's put on himself. | mid-twenties. ties knots as lucky charms. deadly afraid of losing the people he love. self-destructive tendencies. really likes apples.

005 — trustfund dreams: set somewhen in modern times, in Mokpo, South Korea. unlike the other timelines, Fang is not an orphan in this one; a typical trustfund baby, he's the CEO of a company that's specialized in soju, makgeolli and similar drinks made from locally grown rice, barley and other grains. | late-twenties, sorta dating his secretary and batting his eyelashes at his bodyguard, Fang is rich, a bit stupid, playful, inexperienced, and annoyingly used to getting what he wants. someone should tell him to stop making hiring decisions with his dick, probably.

006 — vino: present day. no set setting. grown up in a foster family in the US, Fang finds out about a half brother in the mafia somewhen in his mid-twenties and gets pulled into a mob thriller where he has to trust his brother to protect him from people who want to see him dead, while he struggles to deal with the constant moving and the always temporary seeming social circle. especially when he starts falling for his neighbour. | late-twenties, has worked as a model before, is doing a boring desk job now to lay low. has a cat named Bagheera who moves everywhere with him. still very untouched by violence despite everything, fun to be around and yet relatively quiet and introverted. has a lot of plans but can't execute any of them because he doesn't know what tomorrow will bring. jealousy tendencies.

#fletch.own #fletch.p #original character rp #oc roleplay #cyberpunk rp #dark academia rp #urban fantasy rp #corporate rp #alternate history rp #period drama rp #{ 001 — angeldust ; cyberpunk verse }#{ 002 — temple ruins ; urban fantasy verse }#{ 003 — midsummer ; classical university verse }#{ 004 — appleseed ; historical fantasy verse }#{ 005 — trustfund dreams ; CEO verse }#{ 006 — vino ; modern mafia verse }

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chenqingssuibian · 4 years

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looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll: ouyang zizhen

looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you: lan sizhui

looks like they could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll: lan jingyi

looks like they could kill you, could actually kill you: jin ling

cinnamon roll who could kill you: wen ning

#cql #mdzs #this is a shitpost :)#this... is the best i could do 4 these five #in ANY other grouping ALL of them would be cinnamon rolls who could kill you #but WELL. :/#junior quartet #and uncle ning #wn #lsz #ljy #jl #ozz

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rommahh · 3 years

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Pairing: Buckybarnesxfem!reader

{This is for @metalbuckaroo's challenge. I had this brewing for a minute but college has got in a chokehold. I chose prompt #30 from the given prompt list. I hope y'all like this read. Love, R}

Bucky trailed behind Y/N as she ignored his calls. Her boots clicked loudly in the small hallway as she rushed towards their shared apartment. Her keys shook in her hand, body tense with anxiety and anger.

Bucky reached her at the door, his hands loosely gripping her arms. Y/N shoved the door open, her body snapping away from his. Y/N haphazardly throws her keys in the small bowl that sat on the hallway side table.

Her chest heaved with deep breaths as she tried to remain calm.

“Y/N please, what is going on? Why are you so mad?” Bucky questioned, slamming the door behind him as his own frustrations started to catch up with him.

“I'm going to bed.” Is all she said to him without even meeting his eyes. She was quick to enter her room and lock the door before he could say anymore. Bucky stood behind her door in confusion. His body still tingled with the lasting effects of the shots he took hours prior.

Sitting on your bed, Y/N finally released. Her shoulders dropped, her body hunching over itself as the tears started flowing.

Y/N had been looking for Bucky for what felt like hours. He was her ride back to the apartment and having been at this party for over four hours- she was exhausted. There was a twinge of disappointment that lingered in her caused by Bucky's disappearance. He invited her to this party tonight but quickly left her to her own devices the moment the both of them walked through the frat’s doors.

The house was mainly empty except for the few lingering bodies that were drunkenly wandering around. She climbed up the stairs that lead to a common room on the second floor. Y/N’s cute white go-go boots were tight on your feet, making her wince at every step. Fashion was a moment type thing, not a four hour long excursion.

Y/N heard a group of voices leading from the common room once you reached the top of the stairs. She listened out waiting to see if she could hear Bucky’s voice before walking through the doors of the common room.

“I don't know why you hang out with that girl Bucky.” Her ears perked at his name. Y/N almost walked through the door but she took a step back to listen to what they were saying.

“Yeah, shes fucking weird.” The group laughed. “I mean look at how she dressed tonight. She’s wearing a costume.”

Y/N looked down at her 80’s inspired dress with a frown. She thought she looked cute tonight, Bucky said she looked cute. She couldn't stop blushing after she heard his words.

“She’s a freak barnes. All she does is follow you around. Are you sure you guys aren't dating?” One of the boys asked with a chuckle. No one said her name yet but she knew they were talking about her. She could tell.

“Y/N’s not that bad. She just doesn't have any friends. I don't like her like that, not my type. She's got that weird anxiety thing.” Bucky's voice finally sounded out from the group. Y/N heart hurt hearing his words. Weird anxiety thing?

“Yeah, making her a freak. So you're just friends with her out of pity? Are you at least getting community service hours?” The group laughed again, Bucky's deep laugh standing out to Y/N.

“You have a lot of strength for a man who's not getting any ass from the girl he's keeping company with. Shes weird as fuck but her body is still bangin. Have you ever copped a feel of her tits? I would hang out with the loser if I got to fuck her too.” Someone commented. Y/N felt bile rise in her throat. She could feel a panic attack approaching having heard the sexual comments about her body. She stepped out from around the wall into the common room. All eyes snapped up to her, some eyes widening in shock. Bucky just looked up, not catching on that his roommate may have heard the horrid words said about her.

“I-im ready to go home, Bucky.” She hadn't looked up from where her feet were rooted on the stained wood floors. Bucky slowly wobbled up from his seat. The rest of the guys watching quietly, some snickering at Bucky's submissiveness.

“Here sweets, you're gonna have to drive.” Bucky says handing his keys over to Y/N. Without looking at him, she snatches the keys from his hands and quickly retreats to his car. Bucky stumbles behind her confused by her attitude.

Y/N walked to Bucky’s car, arms covering whatever they could cover on her body. Her mind telling her she was unsafe, her anxiety telling her even worse things.

Bucky eyes burned from the headache he had. He felt physically ill as he woke up from the living room couch. Last night's activities blur in his mind, no clear memories presenting themselves. He sits up to rest his forearms on his knees trying to calm his bubbling stomach.

The first thing he notices as he comes to his senses is the lack of Y/N’s noise. Normally the small apartment would be filled with the sounds of her sunday playlist as she cleans about. He also doesn't smell her extra dark and strong coffee that she only makes for sundays. He doesnt smell her out of the can cinnamon rolls either that she would normally wake him up with on a small tray with said coffee.

He finds it odd that her presence is lacking in the apartment. Standing, he makes his way over to her room knocking on it slightly. He hears shuffling from the other side but no one comes to open the door.

“Hey sweets, everything ok?” He knocks again to gain her attention.

“I-Im fine Bucky, please go away.” She stutters out to Bucky. Bucky is shocked by her statement not used to being pushed away by her.

“Oh ok, just let me know if you need anything.” He says quietly.

Y/N remained the same way over the next few days. She rarely came out of her room when she was in the apartment leaving Bucky on his own. She stopped making him meals out of kindness or filling up his canisters of water for workouts. She stopped baking him treats as midday pick me ups. She didnt wait for him to get out of classes so they could gossip about what was going on on campus. She didnt bother him at all.

Bucky felt uneasy about Y/N’s silence. He was hurt by her sudden disappearance. Hurt that she could just ghost him without any reason. But there was a reason, Bucky just didnt remember.

Y/N sluggishly walked into the apartment after taking an extensive exam in one of her classes. She tried to walk quietly throughout the apartment to not catch the attention of Bucky. She walks softly on her feet close to the opening of the kitchen.

“Hey.” A quiet voice makes Y/N jump in her spot. Her mission of going unnoticed failed. Bucky leans against the kitchen counter that is parallel to the opening of the kitchen. His feet are crossed in front of him, hands holding a cup of tea.

“Hi.” Her tone matches his. She turns her body to face his, hands fidgeting with each other. She slightly moved from foot to foot, a trait that had been acquired out of nerves. Bucky recognized her tic, his heart constricting at the thought that he might have done something to cause it.

“Y/N, please, what's going on?” Bucky can see that she's not wearing one of her normal outfits that are adorned in bright colors and fun patterns. Instead, her body is covered in a boring sweater that hides most of her body. She wears a large pair of jeans underneath, a belt tightly bounding it to her body.

“Nothing Bucky.” She dismisses. Bucky feels his anger peak. A range of emotion he tried to hide away breaching over its point. He missed his best friend beyond belief and all she could give was a few words.

“It's not nothing Y/N!” He snaps slamming his mug of tea on the counter. Y/N flinches at the sound. Her hands start to shake, not out of fear of Bucky but from unwarranted anxiousness. “I've given you your space but its killing me. I miss you Y/N. I dont get what happened?”

Y/N feels her eyes well up with tears.

“You hurt me Bucky.” It was Bucky’s turn to flinch hearing her words. He hurt her?

“I don't know what I did though.” His voice sounded childlike as he whined.

“At the party, you let your friends talk poorly about me. You-you let them call me a freak and-and weird. They made fun of my clothes and said you were hanging out with me out of pity and you just sat there and laughed James!” Her voice rose with every word. Bits and pieces of that night float around in his head. He can slightly remember the conversation but nothing is clearly showing in his head.

“I'm sorry they said that Y/N but you know that's not true. We both know our relationship, I don't know why you're letting them get to you.”

“They talked about my anxiety. You talked about my anxiety!”

“That's it? That's why you're not talking to me?” He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.

“You let them sexualize me!” The kitchen filled with an uncomfortable silence. Bucky’s exterior softened.

“What?” His tone was drastically softer than it was earlier.

“You just sat and listened to them as they talked about my body. They talked about my boobs and if youve had sex with me and you said nothing. They said that they would hang with the loser if they could fuck me...How could you let them say that about me?” Y/N whimpered. Her hands cradled her face as she sobbed. Bucky saw the way her chest heaved with each sob, tears forming in his own eyes.

“I didn't know. I wouldn't have let them say those things sober. You have to know that.” He almost fell to his knees pleading for her forgiveness.

“You even said you wouldn't date me. I know its stupid but I thought you liked me back. You told me you loved me. You've taken me out on dates. You've kissed me for goodness sake!”

“I know and I'm sorry. I do like you, I don't know why I said that. I like you so much.” His knees buckled slightly but he held his ground.

“Obviously you dont Bucky. We should just stay away from each other from now on and I won't be renewing my leasing contract at the end of the semester.” She finalizes. Buckys whispers a small no in protest. “You really hurt me, Bucky. I would never let anyone slander you. I respect you too much to allow for someone else to disrespect you.”

With that being said, she gave Bucky one last look over before walking away. Bucky was knocked out of his thoughts at the sound of her door slamming shut and the lock being secured.

Bucky sat on the kitchen floor, the cold tile seeping through his pants to chill his legs. His face adorned with a frown, tears sliding down his warm cheeks. Y/N was his best friend and he ruined it by being a shitty person. He knows he should have defended her, defended their relationship.

Bucky’s rolly chair was his only source of entertainment at his desk in the lobby of the admissions office. Today was a slow day. There were only a few students who came in asking for help finding buildings or looking for the financial aid office. Some high school student came in for tours but his coworkers beat him to doing tours so here he was stuck in the quiet office. He had already stolen a large amount of guest snacks, a cold bottle of tea and a sugar cookie with the school's logo on it.

His chair spinning activities came to a halt when he heard the front door open with a small jingle sounding from it. He took a moment to let the dizziness fade away before he looked up. Bucky felt his breath stop in his throat.

There stood a girl with overalls and a bright colored top. She wore dark green converse, high tops, with frilly socks that peeked from the top. She had large glasses that framed her face perfectly. She was looking around the office, eyes wide with wonder. Her eyes finally met Bucky's, making a large smile appear on her face.

“Hi!” She exclaimed walking up to Bucky’s desk.

“Hey, what can I help you with today?” Bucky asked cooly.

“I just transferred here and I was wondering if you knew where I could apply for on campus jobs?” She placed her hands on top of the counter of Bucky’s desk. He admired her baby blue acrylics that had white flowers on them.

“Oh um, the admissions office is hiring. We do all of the tours for highschool students, or package and mail acceptance letters. Sometimes we plan scholarship events. It's an easy pay type of job. I just sit here and do homework my whole shift.” Bucky answers. “What's your name so I can get my boss to contact you?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky quickly scribbled your name on a post it note and stuck it to his laptop as a reminder. “Do you really like this job or are you just trying to pull me in?” She jests with a small smile on her face.

“I mean it's a decent job but im sure with you working here it would make it ten times prettier.” Bucky smirked at the giggle that escaped Y/N. He wasn't normally a flirt but he couldn't help himself with this one.

“Oh really? How many times have you said that line to a girl?” Bucky put a hand to his chest in a fake offense.

“You think too low of me Y/N. I saved that one for the prettiest girl to walk through the door.”

“Hmm, ok. I'll believe it only because my ego needs this boost. Hey, you never told me your name. How am I supposed to write about this encounter in my journal if I don't have your name?”

“My name is James but I prefer if people just call me Bucky. Short for Buchanon, I know it's weird.” Bucky leans back in his chair, arms crossed. He can see her eyes checking out the way his muscles flex underneath his long sleeve shirt. He may have purposefully flexed a little extra for show.

“No, I love it. I dont think ive ever met a Bucky.” She counters. She leans forward, placing her elbows on the counter, her chest pressed against the front of the counter.

“Well I'm glad I'm your first Bucky.” He jokes with a small smile on his face. There was a small moment of silence shared between the two as they just looked at each other. Bucky couldn't help but think about how cute she was as Y/N thought the same thing.

“Oh gosh, I'm probably holding you up from your work.” She snaps out of her little spell rolling her eyes at herself. “I should get going.”

Bucky frowned at the idea of her leave, wanting nothing more than to continue talking to the new girl.

“Right, of course. Maybe I could get your number...so I can notify you about the job.” Bucky proposes. Y/N raises one eyebrow in question, a knowing smile placed on her lips.

“Sure thing bucky.” He hands her a pen and post it for her number. “I wouldn't be opposed to you using this number for things other than work too.” She suggested. She signed her name on the post it note ending it with a small heart.

“I will definitely take you up on that offer. No take backs though when I start sending you random shit.” She giggled, leaning up from her spot. Bucky basked at the sweet sound. He stood up to meet her on the other side of the desk.

“Well Bucky, it was lovely to meet you.” She stuck her hand out for him to shake, he reciprocated the action. Her hands were soft and warm, he thought. She gave him one last smile before walking away.

It was warm outside on the quad as Bucky sat by himself. He sat at the table that would normally be occupied by Y/N and him. Y/N would bring lunch- made by her. Anytime Bucky would try to help her by making lunch she would kick him out of the kitchen. Today, Bucky sat by himself, with no hand made lunch. He had a greasy bag of french fries and a large coke. He planned on eating his sorrows away.

“Hey Bucky!” A voice yelled out to him. Looking up from his fries, Bucky looked towards the sound that broke him out of his fries excursion. Tanner and Logan, his friends from the party, came walking over to him. They both sat down, throwing their lunch onto the table.

“Where's Ms. weirdo?” Tanner asks, mouth full of food. Bucky grimaced at Tanner's manners. He also felt the anger he should have felt on Saturday bloom in his chest.

“She's not weird.” Bucky snapped, fists tightening in his lap. Tanner scoffed, Logan laughing along with him.

“Says you. She is fucking weird. Did you finally get some from her or something? Defending her and shit.” Logan clapped Tanner on his back agreeing with him. “Shit, good for you dude. I would have fucked her a while ago. Probably would have kept her face down so I wouldn't have to see her-”

Before Tanner could finish his sentence, he was thrown from his seat from the powerful punch being landed on his jaw. His feet flew from where he was sitting, landing on his back with a heavy thud.

“Dude what the fuck?” Tanner stood wiping his face from the blood that started to trickle down from his bloody eyebrow. Bucky had never felt anger like this before. His heart was racing, his breathing labored. His cheeks were red and warm, eyebrows turned down.

“No, you don't get to make fun of her and make sexual comments about her.” Bucky snarled. Tanner rolled his eyes, walking closer to Bucky.

“Oh fuck off with that! You didn't defend her this hard on saturday.” Tanner's mistake after his words was shoving Bucky's shoulders back. Bucky reacted quickly by shoving Tanner with even more force.

Tanner threw a punch to Bucky’s jaw, making his head fly back. Bucky tackled Tanner to the ground, throwing punches left and right. Tanner fought back, hands flying landing punches wherever he could land them.

Logan was able to pull Bucky off of Tanner, warning the two that campus police would arrest them if they were caught. Both boys stared at each other fuming. Bucky snatched his trash and his backpack up, the scowl never leaving his face.

“If I ever see you looking or talking to Y/N, I will bash your face in.” Bucky growled.

Y/N felt better today. She found the strength to wear a cute outfit versus the oversized clothes she had been wearing prior out of fear. She didn't want anyone to look at her in any harmful way. She wanted to wear her cute outfits that were sometimes form fitting and short. She liked to wear her cute period pieces that had her own twist on them. She spent many years hating her body and the way she looked. She deserved to feel cute without thinking she is at fault for being sexualized and poorly treated.

She whipped out one of her favorite outfits today, loving the way it fit on her body making her feel confident. Sitting at the front desk of the admissions office, her feet propped up on the desk. Her shift was going by slowly, no one needing assistance this late in the day.

The door burst open making Y/N jump from her seat. She stood up shocked to see Bucky walk in with a huff. He wasn't supposed to work today but here he was. Y/N gasped looking at his cut lip and bruising eye.

“Bucky, what happened?” She maneuvered her way around the desk to stand in front of the beat up boy. She placed both of her hands on his cheeks to examine his injuries. He moved his face away from her tears brimming his eyes.

“I'm sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry. I should have protected you from them. I should've told them not to speak about you that way. You are more than some eye candy for men to act disgusting towards. You are beautiful and eclectic. You have a brilliant mind that shines brighter than anyone elses on this campus.” He spoke to her softly.

“I don't understand Bucky. What made you have this change of heart? You didn't give two shits about me last weekend.” She crossed her arms defensively.

“I know and I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the alcohol but that's no excuse. I love you. I love all of you. You're not weird. You're your own person and I love everything about you. You do so much for me and I feel like shit for not doing the bare minimum for you.” His words stunned her.

“You love me?”

“God, with everything I have. Since the day you walked in here with those overalls. I've spent the past four years loving you.” Bucky whispered. He grabbed her hand, thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

“I love you too, Bucky. I really do and I'm hurt. I don't think the hurt will go away for some time. You let them speak horribly about me. If you loved me like I was your girl, you would have defended me.” She spoke sorrowfully.

“I know, I know. I can't change the fact that I did nothing but I can tell you that I'm sorry. I'm always going to protect you. I did today. Tanner may be sporting a nasty goose egg on his eye because of his dumbass words.” Y/N giggled softly, touching his bruising knuckles.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“I want to go back to normal. I miss you in the mornings and-and during our lunch breaks outside. I miss you.” Bucky stated.

“I miss you too.”

Bucky watched her eyes drop down to his lip, busted and all. He leaned forward slightly hoping she would meet him in the middle. She met him the rest of the way pressing her lips to his. Bucky relished this moment. He relished to be even sharing moments with the girl he's been in love with since the second he saw her.

“I'm gonna be better, I promise.”

#metalbuck's 2k writing challenge #college!bucky #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky angst #bucky x y/n #james buchanan barnes

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Shitty Luca Movie Recap, Episode 6

Ok, so I’m not sure how many of you will even be interested in this post because this movie is obscure and not a lot of people have seen it, but here goes nothing. Today’s episode of SLMR is about

The Old Guard

Guys, where do I even start with this one? First of all, it’s based on a comic book... that claims it isn’t a superhero story. Who does that? And yet it’s about this group of people who are immortal. See, they pretend it’s not a superhero comic but these guys literally never die and can heal any wound. Show me a character who can heal but isn’t a superhero. You literally can’t because they don’t exist.

What’s extra weird about The Old Guard is that it has, like, faces you might recognize. Besides Luca’s, of course. Though that dude who looked like Putin in The Danish Girl I actually didn’t recognize because he doesn’t look like Putin in this movie. The Hot Jafar from the Aladdin remake also looks different here. Still hot, though.

I didn’t bother with the character names for this one because they’re mostly pretty generic, so I picked very accurate nicknames for everybody:

Sadgirl

Mood

Cinnamon Roll

Luca

Luca’s Hot Husband (Hot Hubby for short)

COPley (I know he’s a spy not a cop but I don’t care and also sorry his name isn’t James Spyder or whatever it’s called subtlety look it up)

Drugley (’cause he’s Dudley but also a pharma dude, get it?)

Manmeat

Dr. Evil

So what’s the story? Well, these immortals are all warriors from different time periods. You can tell because they use old-school weapons: Sadgirl has her lesbian axe, and The Hubbies are sword bros. In more ways than one if you know what I’m saying ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Oh, and Mood is from the time period after gunpowder was invented, so he just uses modern firearms. They all use modern firearms, but those three are also gays, so blades, drama, aesthetics - you get it. And they use their weapons and superpowers to fight the good fight. What is the good fight? Whatever they decide it is.

Sadgirl is sad because she thinks they’re wasting their efforts, and also her wifey was drowned by the Inquisition. (Whatever, it’s not like that plot point is coming back.) Sadgirl is so sad she even loses her immortality at some point, but by the end of the movie she starts to believe again! And while she’s having her character arc, Mood is just being mood:

Another plotline is about Cinnamon Roll learning she’s immortal after getting killed and coming back to life. The immortals can all see each other in a dream, which is convenient because it allows Sadgirl to go fetch Cinnamon Roll and add her to the team.

Meanwhile, Drugley learns about The Squad’s immortality from COPley, who’s like a history buff and a fanboy, apparently, and orders him and his boyfriend Manmeat to get him The Squad because he wants Dr. Evil to extract immortality from them so he could sell it or whatever.

None of that is important. What’s important is Luca and his Hot Hubby. They’re so cute, you guys. Like, disgustingly cute. They spoon:

They touch:

They kiss:

They kill homophobes together:

They headbutt:

They have this annoying eye contact:

Their only role in the movie is to be #RelationshipGoals and get kidnapped by Drugley’s Manmeat while Sadgirl and Cinnamon Roll are out. Mood is left behind though because Manmeat’s people decide he’ll be too much of a bummer on the way back. Poor bastards, they didn’t know he would have been the least of their problems.

So anyway, The Hubbies kill everyone in the van, give COPley a stinkeye and finally get to meet Drugley, who decides to show off his sick Shakespeare knowledge unaware that soliloquies are Hot Hubby’s thing:

This hurts Drugley’s feelings, so he orders Dr. Evil to torture The Hubbies, which she does. But that’s okay, you might think, the rest of The Squad are gonna burst in and save them, right? Think again.

Did I mention Mood was the one who ratted them out to COPley? It’s true. And he confesses, what a sucker! He’s now in deep shit.

Don’t worry about Mood, though. He’s saved by the plot.

Seriously, how did they survive before without Cinnamon Roll? Oh, right, they can’t die. Though clearly not for the lack of trying. Thankfully, she’s here to save everybody.

Cinnamon Roll? More like What Would You Do Without Me-nnamon Roll. Nailed it.

So she strolls into Drugley’s lair, stirs some shit, gets everyone out, and Kite’s Drugley off this plane of existence. She’s now officially part of The Squad, but here’s a problem: because The Squad has consisted of four people for so long, all their safehouses only have three beds (The Hubbies share one, obviously), and also, like, five people with all that bulky weapon in the same sedan... so uncomfortable. Ask any sword lover, it’s like a whole thing. Long story short, they kick Mood out. He was too much of a bummer anyway and also yeah, he’s a traitor. Hot Hubby will never stop judging:

So that’s The Old Guard. Do I recommend it? I don’t know, guys, I guess? It’s definitely not as bad as the other movies I’ve reviewed, though it should have been a lot gayer. That’s my main complaint. But sure, check it out if you have two hours to kill.

And let me know which movie I should do next!

#luca marinelli #the old guard #sh*tty luca movie recap #slmr #april fools' i guess

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whimsicallyenchantedrose · 3 years

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Dead Man’s Cell Phone--Chapter 2

Summary: When Emma Swan starts getting phone calls and texts from an unfamiliar number, she decides to check it out–only to discover the number belongs to a Killian Jones, who was killed in a robbery gone wrong six months ago. With some help from a medium, Merlin Emrys, Emma hopes to find out why a dead guy is contacting her–and why she feels such a strong pull to someone she has never met before.

Rating: K+

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Welcome to my entry for the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer! A big thank you to @cssns, the ladies on the Discord! Thank you also to @eastwesthomeisbest, my artist and my beta @veryverynotgood!

Other Chapters: Prologue 1 3 4 Epilogue

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"So after the phone calls, the text messages started coming," Emma said, settling into her best friend's plush sofa.

"Texts?" Mary Margaret asked curiously before taking a sip of her tea. "What kind of texts?"

It felt like Emma had known Mary Margaret forever. Both girls were placed in the system at young ages-Emma, because her parents abandoned her on the side of a road as an infant, and Mary Margaret, because her parents both died of illness. They ended up in the same group home, and quickly became the best of friends. They were closer than sisters until the day Mary Margaret was adopted by Cora Mills, and then eventually, Emma was fostered by Ruth Nolan.

Even after being placed with other families, Emma and Mary Margaret kept in touch-letters, phone calls, even the occasional visit. On one such visit, Emma's foster brother, David, was home from college, and as soon as he and Mary Margaret met, it was love at first sight.

They were so in love it was honestly a bit nauseating.

When they got married fresh out of college, Emma couldn't be happier. She'd always considered Mary Margaret her sister in all the ways that counted, and now they truly were.

There was no doubt about it - Mary Margaret Nolan was the person Emma was closest to in the entire world, and so it was only natural that when the weird stuff with the cell phone started happening, Emma decided to discuss it with her.

"Weird ones," Emma answered, taking a sip of her own hot cocoa with cinnamon. "Stuff like Help! or You're the only one who can save me!. And then some of them were even stranger. Just...random letters and symbols, almost like someone was randomly pressing buttons on a keyboard."

"So what did you do?" Mary Margaret asked, sitting on the other side of the sofa and turning toward Emma.

Emma shrugged. "I tried answering at first. You know, you hear about people who are abducted and, like, stuck in a basement for years and stuff like that. I kept thinking, what if someone really needed help and I just...ignored them?"

"And what happened when you answered?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Nothing," Emma answered before taking another sip. "No answer, just another cryptic text several hours later. Finally, I decided I'd had enough. Either someone needed help, or someone was messing with me. I decided I'd call the number, decide whether I needed to help them or tell them to go f-" She stopped, glancing over at Mary Margaret's toddler playing with blocks nearby. "Well, go do something not at all child-friendly to themselves."

"Let me guess, your call didn't get through."

"Nope," Emma confirmed, "but it was even weirder than that. I dialed the number just after receiving a text, but it went directly to voicemail."

"But that's not possible!" Mary Margaret exclaimed.

"Right?" Emma said. "So I tried to ignore the whole thing. Maybe the phone was just...I don't know..glitching or something, although I don't know how a technological glitch could make phone calls and text someone. Anyway, for some reason, I just can't let go. Even though I don't know him, somehow I feel a...connection...to this Killian Jones. I just-I don't know what to do about it."

Mary Margaret was silent for a moment, taking several sips of her steaming beverage, before turning back to Emma with a cautious look in her eyes. "There is...there is another possibility, if you have an open mind."

"Just how open are we talking?"

"Pretty open," Mary Margaret said. "What if-and just hear me out, I know this is crazy-what if Killian Jones is contacting you from beyond the grave."

"What, like a ghost?"

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I mean, I know it sounds crazy, but why not? One of the other teachers I work with was talking about this medium. His name is Merlin Emrys. Supposedly he can contact the dead and see ghosts and stuff like that."

"A medium? Seriously?" Emma asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Mary Margaret, you know those people are frauds. It's all about researching their marks ahead of time and then cold reading them. They're only in it to bleed as much cash out of vulnerable people as possible."

"I know it sounds crazy," Mary Margaret conceded, "but what if it's not? I've thought about going to him myself. If I could just talk to my parents one more time-make sure they're okay, make sure they've moved on, or whatever happens after someone dies. Well, it would provide a lot of comfort."

Emma's heart turned over, and she took her friend's hand. She knew how much Mary Margaret missed her parents. It was different for Emma. She'd never known her parents, only knew they'd tossed her out like garbage. She wasn't sure she even wanted to find them.

"I know you miss them," Emma said.

"I do," Mary Margaret said, "but that's not the point. The point is...what do you have to lose? Maybe this Merlin is just a quack like you said, but maybe not. Maybe he could be the key to unravelling the whole mystery."

Emma was silent for a moment. It was crazy; she knew it was. A medium wasn't going to give her the answers she needed if all her bail bonds tricks had failed her, but what the hell?

"Fine. I'll go see Merlin," Emma caved.

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Emma's eyebrows rose as she took in the small, ranch-style house Mary Margaret had directed her to. She was skeptical before seeing the place, but now-now red flags were going up everywhere.

There was a huge, gaudy sign out front that read "Merlin, the great and powerful. Wizard of the unknown and medium of the great beyond." The sign-indeed the entire front of the house-was decorated with all kinds of astrological signs and symbols.

Was this guy even for real?

Emma seriously considered turning around and getting back in her car, but she'd promised Mary Margaret she'd at least check this Merlin out and give him a chance, and Emma was a woman of her word. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

A moment later, an older man with longish, thinning gray hair and a rather unkempt gray beard opened the door. He was wearing long robes. Really playing the part, apparently.

"Merlin Emrys, I presume?" Emma asked as the man welcomed her inside with a sweep of his hand.

The man chuckled. "I'm afraid not. I'm merely his apprentice. Who might I tell Merlin is calling?"

Emma cocked an eyebrow. "You mean your all powerful boss didn't see me coming with his second sight or whatever?"

Emma stepped inside and the apprentice shut the door after her. "My master isn't clairvoyant. He merely has the ability to speak with the dead."

"Right," Emma said, not even trying to tamp down the skepticism in her voice. "I'm Emma Swan, and I'm here to-"

He stopped her with a raised hand. "Don't say too much. Merlin does not wish to be influenced by his clients. He wishes to sense the energy around you for himself."

Emma shrugged. "Sorry."

"It's quite alright," the apprentice said, moving toward large drapes at the far end of the room. "I'll be just a moment. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Emma looked around the room while she waited, and it took everything in her to keep from rolling her eyes. This guy was really playing up the whole "psychic" thing. It felt like she was in some sort of fortune teller carnival tent. All the signs and symbols. This guy even had a crystal ball. An actual crystal ball.

This trip was a massive waste of her time, but maybe it would at least prove to be entertaining.

"Emma Swan, welcome!"

Emma looked up at the handsome black man who made his way through the curtains. He was dressed in much the same way as his apprentice, only he wore a sorcerer's pointy hat on his head.

"Uh, thanks," Emma said, stepping forward and offering her hand. "Full disclosure. I'm more than a little bit of a skeptic, so if this is one of those 'it can only work if you truly believe' deals, we might have a problem."

"My gift can withstand the doubts of the skeptic," he chuckled before reaching out and taking her hand.

No sooner had his hand touched hers than he gasped, taking a step back, eyes going wide. "Would you-would you care to follow me back to my private sitting room, Miss Swan? It's far more comfortable back there."

Emma cocked a brow again, wondering what this odd man was on about. Still, she didn't sense any overt deception in him, and he didn't seem to be any threat to her, so she shrugged before following him through the curtains.

This backroom was far more ordinary than the room they'd just inhabited. Emma took a plush armchair, and Merlin sat on a sofa across from her.

Merlin pulled off his hat and sat it beside him. "I apologize for all the theatrics, Miss Swan," he said, reaching for a pot of tea and then raising an eyebrow in question. Emma declined the beverage with a small shake of her head, and Merlin proceeded to pour himself a cup. "I attempt to play up to what most clients expect from a psychic. Unfortunately, most poor souls who come to see me are out of luck. The loved one they wish to contact has passed on. For most, all I can do amounts to smoke and mirrors. I could tell the moment I shook your hand that you were different."

Emma inwardly scoffed. She knew enough about cons not to be fooled by a clever con man. Made sense he'd use a different tactic with a skeptic than he would with some poor, grief-stricken sap who was a true believer.

"No offense, but I still think you're full of crap," she said.

Merlin smiled. "It seems those with the most energy surrounding them always do."

"So, what?" Emma asked. "Are there ghosts all around me or something?"

"There are a few spirits here with us today," Merlin confirmed. "There's one who's quite insistent. It's a man; looks as though he died rather young. I don't sense he's family, but you were close. Maybe coworkers? Perhaps friends?"

Emma took a deep breath, a face coming to mind. Surely he couldn't mean-

"I'm getting a G in the name," Merlin said slowly. "Greg or Gray….no. Graham."

Emma's heart turned over. Graham. Sweet, slightly dorky Graham Humbert. They'd worked together on more than a few cases, and they'd become good friends.

In fact, they'd been teetering on the precipice of possibly becoming more than friends when he died suddenly.

"How did you know to mention Graham? How did you know that name would get the biggest rise out of me?" Emma demanded, voice hard.

"I don't choose the spirits who come to me," Merlin explained calmly, "I merely give them a voice. Graham is pleased to see you again. He's glad you're doing well."

The anger came then, spurred on by the pain the memory of Graham's death brought back. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"He died quite suddenly, didn't he?" Merlin asked, ignoring her question. "I'm feeling a tightness in my chest. Something with his heart?"

"Heart attack," Emma confirmed tightly. "He had a heart attack right in front of me and died in my arms."

"He's sorry, so very sorry you had to go through that," Merlin said, putting a comforting hand on her arm. "He never wanted to be a source of pain for you."

Emma felt the tears at the back of her eyes and had to take a deep breath to keep them from falling. "Yeah, well, he didn't exactly have a say in the matter. Look, I don't know how you knew to bring up Graham, but I'm still not buying it."

"He apologizes he couldn't bring you a bear claw today," Merlin continued with a smile. "Oh, and he asks if you remember the day he thought he saw a wolf. He wants you to know he wasn't drunk. It really was there-in spirit at least."

Emma gasped, remembering the night she and Graham had gone to the Rabbit Hole for a drink after a long shift and Graham swore he spotted a big, gray wolf right there on the main street of town. Emma had made fun of him for that, telling him he'd clearly imbibed a bit too much that night. There's no way Merlin could have known about that incident. He couldn't have found it in any newspaper or online article about Graham's death.

Was it...was it possible this guy was the real deal?

"Okay, I admit, it's weird you'd bring that up," Emma said. "Let's say I believe you, can you ask Graham if he's okay? If he, like, moved on or whatever?"

"You just asked him," Merlin said. "He's here with us and can hear you. He wants to tell you that he is okay. He's more than okay; he's happy. He's moved on, and he's at peace, more than he could have ever thought possible."

Emma smiled, feeling comfort at the thought.

"There's someone else here with us as well," Merlin said. "Another male presence, but I don't believe you know this one. This one seems angry, desperate."

"Um...should we be scared?" Emma asked.

Merlin shook his head. "He doesn't mean us harm, only wants his story told. He's too indistinguishable to speak now, but I sense he'll be accompanying us on our journey today as well."

Wonderful. An angry, desperate ghost guide. Just fantastic.

"So, Emma," Merlin said, after a moment, "what brings you to me tonight?"

Emma pulled out her phone and laid out the entire story for Merlin. She told him about the calls, the texts, everything. Merlin took her phone in hand and gasped as soon as it touched his hand.

"There is a huge amount of energy here," he said. "There's no doubt a spirit has attached itself to you-or at least your phone."

Emma felt a chill. "My phone is haunted?"

"Not precisely," Merlin murmured, turning the device over in his hand. "Someone wishes to get your attention; wishes for you to help him, but there's something odd here, something I can't quite place."

"What do you mean?"

"The spirit is...indistinct," Merlin said, "hazy and just beyond my reach. I've never experienced anything like this."

Emma waited, her curiosity more than piqued at Merlin's odd reaction to her cell phone.

After a moment, Merlin's eyes widened. "Your friend Graham cleared up the mystery for me."

"What?" Emma asked. "What does Graham say is going on?"

"The reason I can't get a clear read on the spirit attached to your phone-this Killian Jones-is, well, because he's not dead."

Notes:

-So there you have it. For those of you who have wondered how this story could possibly have a happy ending since Killian is dead-this is how. He's not actually dead!

-Up next: With Merlin's help, Emma finds out how this is all possible-and she finds the not-dead Killian Jones.

Next Chapter-->

#cssns21 #captain swan supernatural summer #my franfiction #cs ghost story au #dead man's cell phone

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chaos-in-the-making · 2 years

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OK WHEEL OF TIME TIME

first of all

I have loved this series for SO LONG I CANT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME. And I am determined to enjoy this show, so fuck the negativity.

They set the series up SO GOOD in just a few scenes. The first line of exposition from Moraine was exactly what I thought it would be. "Only women can use the Power, and men broke the world." Boom. There you go. Then they showed the audience exactly what happens to men who try to channel by showing a group of Red Aes Sedai chasing two men. Only to find out that its ONE man who is hallucinating the other one. Men who channel go insane. Bad luck. And the Red sister do something horrible off screen. Ironically, they call it Gentling. So we already have that as a set up for the conflict of Men vs Women channelers.

Then we get to be introduced to THE WORLD

Oh my god is it gorgeous. The sweeping scenery is very much high fantasy, giving you a sense of LARGENESS of this country. We even get to see ruins that look both old and HUGE. Which is great, bc I always got the sense of giant cities from Jordan's work.

We get to see Egwene's coming of age ceremony, and the most striking thing to note is the women's only ceremony. We see this a BUNCH, since it's a major theme. And I like that. The Red sisters, the women's circle, and we even see a group of women ganging up on a trolloc later. This episode said GIRL POWER and that's sexy.

Now let's talk about the main 4. Well, 5, but four of them are candidates to be the Dragon Reborn. Nynaeve is extra. Which, we think Nynaeve is killed but she ain't. Nothing can kill that woman and I love her for it.

They did a fantastic job of setting up the characters. Egwene has just reached of age, and she has a lot to prove to everyone. She also has to make a choice on if she is going to marry Rand, or become a Wisdom. Perrin was given a wife to start off with and she only got like... two lines. And I hate that she was immediately killed off, but that sets up a lot of conflict that Book!Perrin didn't really have. I always felt that Book Perrin was the weakest of the three with the internal motivation. His entire arc is basically he hates himself, and it's all internal. Which. Isn't great when you want people to love the character. So this sets up the same conflict for Perrin, just in a different way. Mat's family is purely dysfunctional and it's heartbreaking to see it. They also made Mat poor?? Which was weird but adds to the dysfunction. Also, his luck is rock bottom so it can only go up from there!!

And Rand. Baby Rand. Sweet, innocent, delicious cinnamon roll. He is.... so ripe for the picking. That smile. I can't wait to see it turn to pain.

OH EXCUSE ME SORRY THAT WAS MY SADISTIC SIDE GETTING OUT.

Nynaeve's character is also wonderful. She has the same spit and fire as book!Nynaeve and I ADORE HER ALREADY.

MORAINE. MY QUEEN. IS SUCH A BADASS. AND WHEN SHE FINALLY USES THE ONE POWER I SAW GOD AND IT WAS A WOMAN. I love the way they portray the Power with the threads and the weaving. It's all very mystical, and I love it. It's not campy, it LOOKS and FEELS powerful.

AND LAN. SWEET BABY CHRIST ON A CORN MUFFIN. THAT MALKIER ASS DESTROYED ME. AND THE WAY HE DANCED AROUND MORAINE FIGHTING AND KILLING THE TROLLOCS IT WAS PURE POETRY. I love that we get to see a naked man butt before we ever see any tits. I appreciate this so much.

There were a few things that felt rushed, especially at the end of the episode where Morainse just said "we gotta go" when she hadn't talked to ANY of the 4?? I dunno, I feel like there were a few scenes cut out that could have made that flow better.

But all in all, I am SO EXCITED for this series!! I can't wait to see the way our babies save the world!!

#wheel of time spoilers

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sevlgi · 4 years

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opposites

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: rosé x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst

contents: college!au, good girl!rosé, bad girl!reader

warnings: none

synopsis: They say opposites attract, and when the campus’s resident sweetheart falls for a bad girl, Rosé discovers just how true that statement is.

a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME OMGGGG hope you enjoy, and I’m glad you like my blog ❤

word count: 3.6k

Chaeyoung has never quite believed that opposites attract.

To be fair, she doesn’t have much experience to go off of. Despite being attracted to basically every person she meets, she hasn’t actually dated much. (As her friend Jennie jokes, she’s not bisexual, she’s by herself.)

And obviously, she’s not only attracted to people soft and sweet like herself. Especially in college, it’s more likely to find people in sweats and ratty T-shirts than people in pink sweaters and cute dresses.

It’s no secret that Chaeyoung is a hopeless romantic, convinced that she’ll find someone who she just works with. It’s also no secret that she’s determined to find someone similar enough to her that a relationship would actually work out.

Imagine her surprise when her next crush is the complete opposite of her.

You’re utterly fascinating to Chaeyoung; every little detail about you absolutely contradicts her, and she thinks her parents would faint if they saw you. Unlike Chaeyoung’s usually well-styled hair, you look like you’ve just rolled out of bed to go to class. Your leather jackets and heavy denim look stiff to the touch, and your dark circles, tattoos, and piercings are enough to ward all your classmates away.

But somehow, all of it just draws Chaeyoung in more. She’d never dream of dying her hair as much as you do, or getting as many tattoos as you have, but for some reason, you intrigue her.

She still doesn’t believe opposites attract. You might be gorgeous, but Chaeyoung is sure that your personalities would clash, and a relationship, however imaginary it may be, would never work out.

Of course, she’s also not willing to admit that she’s wrong to her friends, all of whom insist that opposites do attract. She just knows Lisa would gloat, and Chaeyoung is never giving her friends that satisfaction.

“Who’re you staring at today?”

Chaeyoung pouts at Yeri, who slides into the seat beside her with a knowing smile. Joy, on the other side, is already following where Chaeyoung’s eyes were earlier. “Hey. I’m not always staring at people.”

“Yes, you are,” the two other girls chorus. “Come on, you’re always searching for ‘your other half’ or whatever,” Yeri rolls her eyes. “You barely focus in class because of it.”

Studiously ignoring where you sit in the lecture hall (3 rows ahead and 2 seats to the left), Chaeyoung scowls and twirls her pen. “Rude.”

“You know I am,” Yeri smiles, beginning to scan the room as well. “So, come on. Who’s your pick of the day?”

Joy narrows her eyes; Chaeyoung’s a bit panicked to see that her friend is already zeroing in on you. “Wait… it can’t be her, right?”

“Who?” Joy whispers in Yeri’s ear, and the youngest girl’s eyes widen. “Chaeng, it’s not her, right?”

The blonde attempts to play it cool, asking nonchalantly, “Who are you even talking about?”

Both girls point at your back, the dark leather of your jacket and the two empty seats on either side of you making it unmistakable that you’re the one they’re pointing at. “Y/N Y/L/N. It’s not her, right?”

Y/N Y/L/N. Chaeyoung tests it out on her tongue silently before realizing her friends are still waiting for an answer. “It… maybe, what’s it to you?”

Yeri groans, and Joy shakes her head in what seems to be disappointment. “You have the worst taste, Chaeyoung. I mean, she’s cute, but…”

To be honest, the most surprising part of the entire conversation is that her friends aren’t even teasing about the whole ‘opposites’ thing. “What’s wrong with Y/N?” Chaeyoung can’t help but feel a bit defensive; after all, it’s her taste in girls that was being attacked.

Joy leans in conspiratorially now, despite the professor clearing his throat at the front of the classroom. “Okay, so, she’s kind of the designated bad girl? I don’t really know, but I heard she’s killed someone.”

“What? No, she set a building on fire,” Yeri argues, rolling her eyes when Joy opens her mouth to disagree. “Whatever, whatever. Anyway, she’s bad news. She’s a serial dater, too, and she doesn’t like cats. Who doesn’t like cats?”

Chaeyoung’s eyebrows scrunch together as her friends argue. It’s probably not likely that you’ve killed anyone or set a building on fire, but still… a serial dater? None of it sounds good.

“Anyway, she’s the polar opposite of you,” Joy sighs, patting Chaeyoung sympathetically on the arm. “You know, you’re sweet and soft, and she’s… her.”

Suddenly, the professor clears his throat again and raises his eyebrow at where the three girls sit. “Ms. Park, Ms. Kim, the other Ms. Park? Anything important?”

“No, sorry, sir,” Chaeyoung blurts out, cheeks red. She’s not even blushing because she’s been put on the spot, though; it’s because you’ve finally turned around to look at her.

Maybe it’s the eyeliner, but something about your gaze feels like it sees right through her. With the tiniest quirk of the corner of your lips, you turn back around and leave Chaeyoung fully flustered.

Yeah, definitely a player.

Every day, Chaeyoung attempts to work up the courage to sit a little closer to you. She’s not making much progress; to be fair, you can’t blame her, when you’re usually given a 3 foot radius of empty space by everyone.

However, she discovers something new about you every day. She discovers that you drink black iced coffee (she drinks tea), and that you use mint flavored chapstick (she uses strawberry). You prefer cinnamon gum (which Chaeyoung thinks is a bit gross), and you only ever wear black socks (she wears white).

Joy really wasn’t kidding when she said you were Chaeyoung’s opposite.

Of course, it’s just the blonde’s luck when the professor announces a group project, and your name is the only one out of 40 that Chaeyoung knows.

It takes a lot of energy for Chaeyoung to approach you after class. “Hey,” she smiles; you don’t return it. “So, I was wondering if you have a partner for the project? If you don’t, I was thinking we could be partners…”

You look startled at first, though it settles behind a mask of calm indifference immediately. “You don’t have friends?” At the blonde’s wince, you roll your eyes, lips quirking into a smile. “Kidding. Sure. Let’s work together.”

“Great!” Chaeyoung beams, looping her arm through yours. You look even more surprised now, but it’s cute. Everything you do would probably look cute. “I’m Roseanne, but you should call me Chaeyoung or Chaeng.”

“I’m Y/N,” you offer. Your voice is quieter than Chaeyoung had imagined, but that’s probably her fault for thinking your voice was demon-like or something. “You’re a sophomore, right?”

“Right.” Chaeyoung has no idea how you know how old she is, but she can roll with it. “You?”

You nod, looking anywhere other than Chaeyoung face. “Yeah. Same. So, do you have any ideas for the project yet?”

“No, sorry.” She can’t help the smile on your face, still shocked that you’re holding a conversation with her and not murdering her already. “Let’s get coffee? We can talk about the project. If you’re free, of course.”

“I am.”

And that’s all it takes for Chaeyoung to grin again, grab your arm, and lead you to the nearest coffee shop.

Chaeyoung likes the way you’re honest about what you want. When she offers to order, despite knowing what you want, you quietly ask for the iced black coffee and hand her 10 dollars even when she tries to protest.

You don’t ask about what she ordered, and you make sure she tipped the extra before opening your laptop and asking for ideas.

As the afternoon goes on, you seem to grow more comfortable, and Chaeyoung can let go of some of her slightly forced enthusiasm. She actually finds herself enjoying your dry sense of humor and sarcastic comments, though she can’t really make any of her own.

By the time she has to go to her next class, Chaeyoung’s actually making jokes of her own, and she has your number stored in her phone.

All in all, a successful day.

“Hi.”

You look surprised (or as surprised as you deign to look) to see Chaeyoung sitting next to you in the lecture hall the day after the project was turned in. “Uh, hey.”

“How do you think we did on the project?” the blonde asks, taking out her laptop. She ignores the way you stare at her, hoping that you didn’t want to just forget her existence after the project or something.

“Pretty good. You’re smart, I just helped a little bit.”

Chaeyoung laughs softly, swatting at your arm. “No way, come on. You’re smarter than your leather jackets let on, too.”

“And you’re smarter than your overly sweetened tea lets on,” you tease, a smile twinkling in your eyes.

She scowls and swats at you again, but you dodge this time. “I thought we agreed never to mention that again!”

“You’re right, you’re right.” Chaeyoung misses the way you smile at her after she turns to the board.

It becomes sort of a routine to sit next to you during lectures and copy off your surprisingly comprehensive notes. Chaeyoung can’t help but fall deeper and deeper at your ever-tentative smile, at each offhand, yet sweet comment.

All the little details about you, the tiniest things you notice, only make Chaeyoung fall harder. You buy non-cinnamon gum especially for her and keep 2 packs in your bag in case she wants some. Sometimes, you show up with a cup of so-called ‘overly sweetened tea’ next to your own coffee.

You see everything about her, and you both make the most subtle changes so that the two of you complement each other absolutely perfectly. Chaeyoung starts carrying blue pens because you prefer them, while you carry black ones in case either of you forget. You even carry a strawberry chapstick just for her.

Even Chaeyoung starts unconsciously enjoying the smell of your sweet mint chapstick; she wears it sometimes, not because she likes it more, but because she’s curious how it’d taste on your lips.

It doesn’t need to be said that Chaeyoung doesn’t just want to be friends anymore.

At first, she just wanted to understand you a bit better, to relieve her own fascination with you, but the more she learns, the more Chaeyoung is pulled in. It’s more than just a crush now, more than simple butterflies in her stomach.

Now, it’s an unconscious smile always tugging at her lips when you’re not with her, laughing at a joke that wasn’t necessarily actually that funny. It’s adapting to fit with you, and it’s accepting that maybe opposites do attract after all.

The only thing left is to introduce you to her friends.

“Are you ready?”

You frown, tugging at the sleeves of your leather jacket. Chaeyoung’s heart warmed when you offered to tone down your look for her, but she didn’t want you to change anything about yourself, so you just went with your jacket. “Sure, I guess.”

“Great!” the blonde beams, waving at Yeri and Joy, who she sees a few yards away from the huge table the two of you occupy. Behind them, Jisoo, Jennie, and Lisa lag, though they’re too far away to clearly see you.

Yeri’s expression isn’t exactly favorable; she stops right in her tracks to talk furiously to the others, and Chaeyoung frowns at the unreadable expression on your face. “Um… don’t worry, Y/N-ah. They’re probably just… talking about what to eat?”

“Sure,” you mutter, looking down. As the other girl has discovered, despite all your bravado and sass, you’re quite self-conscious. “It’s not like pizza is the only food this place offers.”

There’s no time for the blonde to reply; Jisoo, ever the tactful one, sits first and offers a tight smile. “Chaeng, good to see you. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” If Chaeyoung didn’t know you well enough, she wouldn’t be able to see past the mask of bored confidence you put on. “Jisoo, right? I’ve heard of you.”

The oldest girl flushes and nods. “Um, these are Jennie, Lisa, Yeri, and Joy.” They raise their hands or nod when their names are called, though their expressions are hostile.

Just as Chaeyoung opens her mouth to try and break the awkward silence, Lisa leans forward with her eyes narrowed. “So. What do you want with Chaeyoung?”

“Lisa!” The younger girl is usually sweet and puppy-like, but she’s also notoriously protective of her friends. Chaeyoung doesn’t miss the way your eye twitches just the slightest bit, and she resists the urge to put her hand on your arm. “Stop it.”

“What? You can’t deny this feels an awful like you’re introducing your girlfriend to us, and she’s the worst girlfriend you could have,” Lisa scowls, crossing her arms.

You sigh, shaking your head and standing up. Joy actually lurches back in her chair, as if expecting you to beat her up, but you just toss a quick smile to Chaeyoung, picking up the leather jacket slung over the back of your chair. “I think we’re done here. For your information, I’m not dating Chaeyoung, even though it wouldn’t be any of your business if I was.”

All the other girls stare at you, including Chaeyoung, as you continue, “You don’t know anything about me, so don’t assume. I appreciate that you care for Chaeng, but this is not the way to show it.”

With that, you’re gone, a light brush of your fingers on Chaeyoung’s shoulder the only way for her to tell that you aren’t angry at her.

As soon as you’re out of earshot, though, she scowls at her friends, hissing, “What the hell, Lisa? It was not your place to say any of that.”

The younger girl looks sheepish now, rubbing at the back of her neck. “I… I’m sorry.”

Jennie, though, rolls her eyes. “Come on, Chaeyoung. It’s what’s best, you don’t want to be dating her. She’s only going to break your heart.”

“I’m not that fragile, are you serious?” It’s honestly pretty uncharacteristic for Chaeyoung to actually be mad, but she can’t seem to control her words when her relationship with you might’ve been ruined. “It’s not your business anyway.”

Jisoo bites her lip, reaching for Chaeyoung’s hand across the table. “Chaeng, please. We just want what’s best for you, and Y/N isn’t that. You understand, right?”

No, I don’t. I don’t understand any of it. “Sure. I understand,” Chaeyoung exhales, sitting back. Despite everything she wants to say to her friends, she knows that they have good intentions, however misguided.

She’ll talk to you tomorrow.

You don’t show up to class the next day, and Chaeyoung sits alone in her usual seat, feeling empty when you’re not quietly making snarky remarks beside her.

It’s odd, and it really shows how much you’ve ingrained yourself into her life.

After a day of thinking, Chaeyoung has come to realize that, despite all her friends’ warnings, she does have feelings for you. She wants to be with you, to enjoy the little things and the small moments together, and she thinks you might feel the same way.

Obviously, she’s still too cowardly to actually go to you and tell you.

After you don’t show up for the next 2 classes, Chaeyoung dials your phone. You don’t pick up there, either, and she’s left to frown at her phone in the middle of the road.

She’s not a passive person, so she fully intends to do anything she can to make you talk to her.

On Monday, she decides she’ll text your roommate Miyeon, but she gets caught up in classes. On Tuesday, Chaeyoung thinks she’ll bring you some notes, but she forgets to write an extra copy. On Wednesday, she catches a cold and Lisa refuses to let her go anywhere.

A week passes exactly like that.

Finally, 9 days after the disastrous lunch, she manages to get your dorm room number from the office lady she bribes with homemade cupcakes. You’re always home for lunch, probably because you don’t eat with anyone but Chaeyoung.

Her heart thuds in her chest as she rounds the corner to head into your hallway, the buzz of other students around her drowned out by the ringing in her ears. She knocks three times- one, two, three- on your door and she waits.

You look terrible when you open the door.

The permanent dark circles under your eyes are ten times darker than usual, and your lips are dry and chapped. You wear a rumpled Disney shirt that Chaeyoung would tease you about if she wasn’t so concerned. “Um… cupcakes?”

“Thanks for coming by.”

“No problem.” The blonde watches you pour out some cheap, college-student coffee at the tiny desk in the corner of the dorm. “I was just concerned. You haven’t been to class in a while, you know?”

You sigh and hand her a cup of piping hot tea, already sweetened just like Chaeyoung likes it. “Yeah. I know.”

“Hey.” Leaning over, Chaeyoung places her hand on yours, ignoring the way her heart skips a beat at the skin-to-skin contact. Judging by the blush on your face, you feel the same. “You can tell me anything, okay? We’re friends.”

You almost seem to wince, though Chaeyoung doesn’t know what for. “Yeah. I’m fine though.”

“Was it my friends?” the blonde persists, her eyes searching yours for an explanation. “I know that they were really rude, but I promise I don’t care about anything they say, okay?”

Scoffing, you stand up, seemingly to get more coffee, even though your mug is full. “I’m not that shallow, okay?”

“Then what is it?” Despite knowing she sounds desperate, Chaeyoung’s mind is racing for an explanation, anything that could tell her why you’re avoiding her. “Please talk to me.”

The beat of silence that passes only makes Chaeyoung feel more anxious, like her brain is spinning in circles inside her head, and she almost jumps when you speak again. “Do you… do you like me?”

“I… of course I do! You’re my friend, I like you very much.” The blonde is well aware that that isn’t what you meant, but she can’t help but avoid what she really wants to say as she babbles on, “Why? Do you want me to show my platonic love for you more often?”

“Chaeyoung.” You place your hand on hers and lean forward with a serious expression on your face that honestly scares Chaeyoung. “I know that you won’t tell me honestly any time soon, so I’m just going to say it first. I like you. A lot, and not as a friend.”

As the other girl’s jaw drops, you continue on, the overly quick speed of your speech letting Chaeyoung know just how nervous you are to say all of this. “I know that I have a reputation, and I know that I’m too closed down or boring, but you’re nothing like that. You’re so sweet and gorgeous, and I just… really like you. And I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” Chaeyoung reaches for you again, eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity. She doesn’t find any. “You’re not boring, Y/N, not in the slightest. And I like you too, every little thing about you.”

“I don’t think you know enough about me to say that,” you try to deflect, but the blonde shakes her head.

“You’re so sweet to me, Y/N, and it’s not your fault that no one else can see it, but I do. I see all the little things you do for me, and I fall for you more every day. Maybe I don’t know enough about you, but I want to learn. If you’ll let me.”

A short pause occurs before you exhale quickly, swiping away tears Chaeyoung didn’t notice were about to fall. “Okay. I’d love that.”

“Great.” Chaeyoung sits back again, but just as you’re about to get up, presumably to busy yourself with a drink or something, she blurts out, “Can I kiss you?”

The surprised look on your face is so endearing that she’s already grinning when you smile softly. “Of course you can.”

The moment that you bend down and press your lips to hers, so soft and gentle, is the best of Chaeyoung’s life. She can finally taste the sweet mint of your chapstick, mixed with the unique taste of you, and feel the way your lips are slightly chapped against her own. When you pull away, Chaeyoung loves the flush to your cheeks that mirrors hers, and she can only grin when you move away to get your coffee.

Maybe opposites do attract after all.

“Hey, can I ask you something again?”

“You already did,” you joke, then laugh when the other girl pouts. “Sure, Chaeng. What?”

“Do you hate cats?”

An offended gasp escapes from you, matching your expression. “No, who hates cats? I think that’s the worst rumor about me yet.”

The blonde protests, “What about the one about you murdering someone?”

Sniffing and sitting with your coffee, you say, “I stand by my case.”

Cupping your face with her hands, the cuffs of her sweaters brushing up against your cheeks, Chaeyoung presses another kiss to your lips. The taste of mint and coffee, strawberry and tea, is the most perfect combination she could ever imagine.

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Title: I Get Tim a Cat Because It’s What He Deserves (oh and i guess a group chat 🙄)

a batfam/wayne family groupchat would literally never happen in canon but it would be so fucking funny you all don’t even know, so i will do it anyways.

the chat just kinda... starts. no one know where it came from. who added them. who??? none of their emotionally stunted asses would be caught dead making making a family chat tf? why can’t any of them leave? they smash their phones and then on their laptop a notification pops up like “you’ve joined ‘x’ group” and they’re stuck there. might as well use it ig, but for what???

“everyone who is alive type ‘i’” no one responds so bruce spends hours trying to find out where their bodies are until he finds out everyone just had the chat on mute

“why isn’t alfred on here” “huh. alfred isn’t on here and no one knows who made the chat?” “so whoever made it just left immediately?” “...” “lol anyways”

tim was trying to send a snap to the core four gc but accidentally sent it to the family chat and gets super embarrassed (of course this happens when everyone’s online why wouldn’t they if it makes tim’s life more difficult) and everyone makes fun of him. duke printed out copies and plastered them all over tim’s apartment while tim was out for something and tim nearly murders duke. after that no one puts the chat on mute because this was too funny.

no one actually, like, texts on a regular basis because they’re not like other families 🙄 they only text if it’s really important or someone’s dying.

that’s being said, “dick where is dog” “send doggy” “dog?” “send doggy” “dick when did you get a dog?” “SEND DOGGY” “i demand you send the dog this instant” “dog now.”

damian breaks into dick’s apartment to take a selfie with him and haley (or bitewing, haley is just shorter to type) captioned “she is mine this is a warning to all of you. i will not hesitate if any of you low lives come near her.” and dick is like “??? this is my dog i can’t have anything these days, siblings take everything, man—” oh ya, everyone reacts to the haley photo with a heart. also dick only lets this shit slide with damian, if jason the problem child pulled this shit it would be on sight lmfaooo

- tim: the dog is cute but, but in photography i learned you have to crop out everything unimportant, like this *crops out damian from the photo*

- in other news, tim joined the dead bats club and now only bruce and duke are left 😃🔪

bruce: check in if you are alive. *everyone’s status is online*

u don’t know about y’all, but my bruce wayne is a responsible father who keeps an eye on his kids, or at least does his best, “has anyone seen duke? he has school and i can’t find him” “i will find him... if you give me $50.” “i will give you the money jason just tell me where he is” jason sends a photo of himself and duke laying down on the floor eating pop tarts.

-“literally why do you all keep coming into my apartment” “our apartment, dick” “i pay for this apartment it’s mine, i keep living in blüdhaven for a reason, god, siblings always steal everything that’s your’s—” it’s ok guys dick simultaneously has eldest daughter’s syndrome and absent sibling syndrome, who is doing it like him? legend behavior. anyways, duke and jason left crumbs on the floor and dick beat them up lmao.

“can i have money” “dad” (theyre sent by same person just different text) “yes cass i will sent you as much as you need, $2,000 is enough for shipping with friends?” “dad can i have money too” “dad can i too” “may i have some too dad” “dad” “dad” fhdjdjsks they only call him dad when they’re dying, want something, or are tattling on each other, someone save him 😩

“@everyone the interviewer in the last segment asked me if we have a family chat and i have a feeling they will try to pry into my texts to see what we are texting, please actually send something so they don’t get even more nosy from our lack of communicating” *someone sends the bee movie script*

ok but like, as time goes on they get more comfy texting each other and acting like a normal(ish) family unit that texts a little more. like tattling.

“someone broke the vase in the hallway and if they don’t want me to tell pennyworth who did it they will buy alfred the cat a new scratching post by nightfall” damian is so funny i love him

“HELPPVHRNXKAK” “what’s up with jason?” “cass is sitting on him” “lol” “i think she’s gonna break his arm fhdjdksk” “ANDBSJ I HAT E YO U A LL” “when did you all come to the manor???”

“😂” bruce vs “lol” dick and cass vs “agdhsjak” tim and duke vs “hA” jason vs “i don’t find any of you funny” damian

“damian i am putting your lemon cake pop thingies in the last bottom shelf on the right, i put the code and everything in the safe” “how often does damian even come to your apartment, dick?” “whenever you’re being an asshole bruce” “he’s always an asshole dickhead 🙄” “exactly 🥰”

“dad guess what” “TIM NOOO” “remember when” “TIM TIM TIM” “you told duke to take the day shift” “I WILL NEVER POST YOUR SNAP PHOTOS TO A GROUPCHAT WITH THE ENTIRE SUPERHERO COMMUNITY AGAIN!!!” “and he agreed to if he did his school work first?” “MERCY, MERCY” “what did he do, tim” “fjdjxkskkz duke goes on school zoom meetings during patrol and pretends he doesn’t have a mic and camera and i was watching his helmet footage and it was so funny, the teachers just believe him when he pretends to have really bad network and can barely type in the chat” “my teachers never trusted me that much” “that’s because you made a kid cry once jason stfu” “wait how did u know that cass—“

“AHDBSNZKAJHF” “stfu duke” “what’s wrong with him where is he?” “cain came to visit” “ohhhh” “FHDJFJDJ HELLPPPXSND” “i know you’re taking a video, you little shit, send it” “no todd come here and take one yourself—or don’t, your presence is unwanted” “fucking brat”

“DAD DICK HIT ME” “DAD JASON’S LYING” *bruce wayne online* (he doesn’t fucking respond fhsjskla) (is it because he’s exasperated with them or crying because they called him dad even though it’s a manipulation tactic or both we’ll never know)

“everyone who is alive, type in chat” *everyone is online* then bruce edits the message to say ‘everyone who wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, type in chat’ “i guess NO ONE wants alfred’s cinnamon rolls, how sad” and the entire chat goes wild lmfao

ok uhhh let’s do on a scale of 1-10 texts most vs is online the most

bruce: 6-texting, 5.9-online because he always makes an effort to text his kids to check up on them and when his kids are texting he will text as well here and there in the convo to interact with them because he never sees and interacts with them normally and he wants to do better 🥲. he get’s minus 0.1 because of that one time jason and dick were fighting and he logged off agdhsjnz

dick: 3-texting, 3.5-online because he’s the only one in this hellhole of a family that has an actual job (in this house we uphold gymnastics teacher grayson 🙏) and sometimes he won’t have energy to text. so. but he does make an effort when he can. he’s online more than he texts because he’s able to sneak looks at the fights when he has downtime during his job and wants to see the drama lmfaooo. also everything goes on in his fucking apartment for some reason, so now he gotta break up a (one sided) fight between cass and tim because someone has to be a responsible adult.

cass: 2-texting, 10-online because she watches more than she texts? she’s more content to watch what’s going on than to join in. also 8/10 she’s usually the one causing the drama that everyone’s texting about, like beating up the others, so she can’t text while beating them up. i mean she could, but she wants to put more energy in beating them up (lovingly) (cass is basically violence (loving)) and watching what everyone’s saying about her fights. she’s always online to catch a glimpse at the drama. also most of her texts are to dick to see bitewing. and ask for money.

jason: texting-8, online-4 because if cass is the one causing drama offline, jason’s causing drama online. jason wants to be chat cryptic but texts the most lmfaoooo. he’s antagonizing his siblings whenever he sees them and whenever he can’t, king shit. he’s online less because he deadass doesn’t care that much, he’ll read the texts later if he really wants to, otherwise either duke or tim will fill him in on the drama. (“jason ur in the chat too—“ “shut up, tim, now tell me how cass beat damian’s ass)

tim: texting-6.44444, online-10, see tim texts a lot just not to the family group chat lmfao, he has REAL FRIENDS 😤 uhh ya, that’s why he’s online all the time, cuz he’s either texting his friends or on his phone doing some shit. broke: tim stays up late working on cases, woke: tim stays up late texting his friends and playing video games over chat. tim just. interacts with his family, gets bullied by them, ya. that’s the life. also he and duke keep throwing hands because it’s the family curse to beat up tim and in this essay i will discuss how dick is the superior sibling because he never tried to kill tim—wait he probably pushed him down the stairs once nvm but it was totally justified, king

duke: texting-4, online-4 because he has, like, school. and daytime patrol. and is like a junior in high school and therefore has a fuck ton of homework. my boy has no time for family and he doesn’t want it because they’re annoying, obviously 🙄. if he wants drama he’ll go into damian’s room and get the drama. diy icon. he’s online as much as he texts but is so fast of a reader he’ll know the drama in time for the next episode of wayne family shit. most of his time online is picking fights with tim and roasting his siblings to a crisp. he’s so mean, guys, legend has it that one time duke told jason that his helmet looked like a shriveled up dildo and that it could never be the gay statement he wanted it to be jason went offline for that entire day in order to cry himself to sleep. at least he got sleep (allegedly) ayyy duke the problem solver.

damian: texting-1.5, online 2 because the only time he’s texting is to ask dick for photos of bitewing and to send photos of his pets back as proper payment. a negotiator ugghhh father like son. damian honestly doesn’t care about the drama he just wants to sketch bitewing (using the photos dick sent as reference) into the Family Portrait Sketch™️ of the rest of the Animal Family™️. it is an honor for damian to create such a piece, picasso the women hater quakes in his grave as such art that blows his dog shit “art” FAR out of the water is developing. anyways, he goes online for that and to throw random barbs at his siblings. like no one is online and damian just throws a “drake is stupid” in chat and just dips. he’s online more to text the other teen titans and jon because they’re better than his dumbass family (and he texts grayson on messenger so fhdjdjsks) true chat cryptic, jason envies him

alfred: 0-texting, 10-online. huh who said that

“duke take down the tik toks, tim is crying”

“who has my sweatshirt??? i will kill you all” “i have it jason” “nvm cass that’s your sweatshirt now i’m sorry for being presumptuous don’t aTTACK ME” fhdjdjsks

“guys i have the day off do you want to hear when delilah said to jonathon it’s so funny” “are those the kids in your gymnastics class?” “ya” “tell us everything”

the bats just... love hearing drama about those kids because they’re so dramatic. apparently alex threw a rubber ball at maya and she tackled them. wild.

time for a round of: WHO SAID IT?!?!

“how do i make my text bold like the rest of you?” —bruce, dick, cass, and jason at some point.

“how do i change my screen name? please change it back to before” -cass when tim changed her name to “hal jordon #1 stan” (“what is a stan” —bruce), (“i don’t like it either change it back” —bruce after finding out what a stan is)

“what the fuck is a pog” —jason

“fucking ‘tik tok’. we used to use vine when i was a teen. i was a front line soldier of great disasters” —dick on one hand lmfao dick is so old but on the other hand holy shit you used vine??? tell us more about the battles fought

“what is a dilf?” —bruce after scrolling through twitter

ok that’s all, my brain is gone.

“cass dick is turning purple get off him” “no. make him give me my scarf back.” “oh dad that’s terrible can you send a video as evidence?”

“GUYS I FOUND A CAT AND IT SCRATCHED ME AND IM GOING TO THE HOSPITAL BUT GUYS!!! CAT!!!” “drake send a photo of the cat immediately” lmfao bruce zooms to the hospital after that text

“GUYS THE CAT HAS AN OWNER I CANT KEEP THE CAT 🥲” “the one time you could prove to be of use and you fail, drake.” “wow tim, find a cat to steal without an owner next time” “timmy, timmy, timmy, i can’t believe you’ve messed up in finding a cat again” “again?” “again?” “again?” “when i adopt a cat i’m not showing any of you, i hate you all” (lmao hard version of guess who is who i’ll give you a hint dick cass and bruce are the confused ones. )ok it’s not hard anymore.

“dad please get me a cat 😳🐱 haha jk 🤣😩 unless 👀😏😃🙏🥰” anyways tim named the cat starry because of her fur-hair-thingy

“they just so you all know steph just crashed in my apartment and i have work in the morning” “i will pick her up in the morning” “you mean tim will, you don’t have a license, cass. anyways”

“dick do you need help moving?” “no, bruce, i think i can handle it, donna and wally are helping me anyways, but thank you” “mOVING???” “OUT OF YOUR APARTMENT???” “DICK THAT SAME APARTMENT ON 666 HELLHOLE AVENUE???” “...ya?” “NOOOOO” anyways they all break into dick’s new apartment when he moves in, walk around it, and then leave. they just... ya... damn, these bats...

anyways that’s all. see ya.

#dbsjxjjs the batkids just have an attachment to dick’s apartment #the batkids: sir thats my emotional support apartment you can’t just move #fuck you all damian is very well versed in internet culture he just chooses to not use it #dick was around in the time of VINE. YALL.#the fact that dick is the only one with like a normal job fjsjsks #he’s the only one that does his taxes too besides bruce #bruce trying his best and that’s all i will accept. i love him.#jason: wannabe cryptic vs damian: cryptic king.#cass just. beats up her brothers because she can. she deserves it too.#tim deserves nice things so i gave him a cat.#duke is so funny i love him.#he’s like “time to fuck up tim’s life again heheheh”#duke is literally 16? a teen? he’s mean by default thats it #dc comics #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #cassandra cain #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #damian wayne #featuring those damn gymnastics kids 😩#mine

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serosbows · 4 years

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——————— sero hanta x gn! Reader———————

Sero spontaneously decides to let the bakusquad know you guys are dating during a smoke sesh. His boldness seems to be contagious what could possibly go wrong?

WARNINGS: 18+, recreational drug use, cannabis use, drug paraphernalia, swearing, suggestive themes

I understand that not all individuals are comfortable with the idea of smoking/ cannabis use I will be putting out more fics for you guys to read!

Minors do not interact!

Also- goes without saying this fic in no way is me condoning illegal activities. y’all stay safe and be responsible

I’m really sorry for any grammar/spelling errors, I am dyslexic n words be hard

Thank you for your support! Again please read at your discretion. <3

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Friday nights.

The nights you and the Bakusquad would spend in Seros room winding down from the strenuous week of training, the smell of cannabis thick in the hotboxed room.

You’re not sure how you’ve always ended up in this situation, knee to knee with Sero as you work on breaking up the batch of the sticky green plant that Kaminari swore “was the best shit” he bought. Yet, here you find yourself working in tandem with the raven-haired boy as you hum along to some song he has going on his phone.

“Can you hurry it up already?! I want to get this party started”, Kaminari whined as he watched your fingers impatiently. “This takes time and precision,” you retort back, “respect the craft for a second!”

Leaning back on his hands, Kaminari pouted and looked over at Kirishima who was fiddling with the many empty chip bags scattered around him and Mina. “Don’t look at me, dude! Just wait patiently! We all know Y/N rolls best”, Kirishima chirped.

As if the man got shot point-blank in the heart with a revolver, Sero clutched his chest with an exaggerated gasp, “how DARE YOU”, he seethed at Kirishima who bashfully shrugged. “You would pick Y/N’s rolling over mine?!” Sero yelled, shoving an accusatory finger towards you. Kirishima whistled in what was his attempt to be nonchalant, trying to avoid any further questioning from the now “big angy Sero”. (as you have come to call the puffed out cheeks and pouting lips he is now showing off).

Since this ritual started, you and Sero have found comfortable solace in each other. The calming, open nature of the tape boy had you falling head over heels for him faster than you could realize.

Luckily for you- he felt the same way.

The night he asked you out was forever engraved into your mind, the thought forming a smile on your face anytime you recalled the event.

The bakusquad had just packed it up, deciding to call it an early night, leaving you and Sero alone to continue the smoke sesh on Sero’s plush bed.

You remember that when he started arguing with you about how long you took to prepare the blunt for smoking, the sultry tone in Seros voice began to show. The sudden change had you realizing how thick the air around you two seemed to be.

“Bet I could do better in less time”, Sero said smugly, leaning into you. His movement had you adverting your eyes from your fingers and upwards, the movement leaving Sero’s nose only a few inches from yours. “W-What?”, you choke out, unsure if you heard him right.

His proximity had you inhaling his scent. Was it lemon? No. It couldn’t be, you deduced, it’s not as potent as a lemon, but it sure was some sort of citrus. Sero leaned back, pulling away from you. “I’m just saying. You take forever to roll sweets,” he said shrugging his shoulders.

You hurriedly collect yourself, attributing your absent-mindedness to Seros intoxicating scent. Shaking your head to come back to reality, you resume rolling the blunt. Sero almost worried about your silence, shifts worriedly.

When you looked up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers holding the almost rolled creation delicately, a sly smirk on your lips he was sure he was sent to heaven.

Sero was only brought out of his trance-like state when you groaned and laughed, “Okayyyyy~ sure. Whatever you say Hanta!” you said, adding an exaggerated eye roll for emphasis. “You know everyone prefers when I roll, you just get salty about it.”, you continued as you looked up at him once again, licking the paper of the blunt.

The way your tongue darted out to lick the paper in such precise little stokes had Sero losing his mind. Sure he thought you were attractive, but right now, the way you were looking up at him through you pretty lashes with your tongue out had him going nearly feral.

Trying to contain himself and his sudden change in body temperature, he retorted, “Hey! That's not true they just say that to be nice!” He proceeds to try and put on an angry face, puffing out his cheeks and pouting, scrunching his eyebrows for good measure.

“Awe~” you cooed looking at the literal baby in front of you. “Don’t get all worked up now big angy Sero! You know you LOVE when I roll.”, you said as you took the first hit of your creation.

The smoke filled your lungs with a pleasant heat, the high you originally had become more pronounced. Before you could blow out the stagnant smoke in your mouth, Sero grabbed your face with his hand, placing his lips on you with ferocity.

Your eyes widened. Was he trying to shotgun with you?? The smoke poured out of your mouth and into his, your body beginning to go slack as you finally fell into the smoke filled kiss.

You don’t know when you closed your eyes but they opened as Sero pulled away, blowing the smoke back in your face with a small chuckle.

You let out a few coughs and swatted away the smoke clouding your field of vision. When the cloud cleared, you were met with a red-faced Sero.

“I,,, Uh,,, I-I’m not sure why I did that….I’m so sorry.” Sero rambled on, trying anything he could in his power not to make eye contact with you.

You leaped at this cliche moment, pushing Sero back on his bed and straddling his waist. His hands instinctively landed on your hips. He looked up at you with wide eyes, unsure of what to do at this moment.

In a quick motion, you held the hand with the blunt in it behind you and leaned down to kiss Sero. The kiss left your body feeling weightless, your lips molding with his perfectly. His hands resting at your hips, giving them a light squeeze before his thumbs began to trace light circles on the skin over your shirt.

“‘Bout time you made a move Sero”, you said smirking down at him as you pulled away. “Hanta”, he corrected, “you’re mine now mi amor.”. Sero smiled and pushed himself up to place a light kiss on your forehead.

You let out a small chuckle, using your free hand to cup his face. “Then prove it…” you purred. The smirk on Seros face had you quivering with anticipation, a new wave of heat taking over your body.

Needless to say, the blunt was stamped out and you thanked every higher power in existence that no one found it odd that you were wearing Seros hoodie as the exchange in clothes between you two was common.

That night you came to the conclusion that it was tangerine and cinnamon, Sero smelled like tangerine and cinnamon. A scent that you would come to be addicted to.

If it wasn’t for the hoodie, the bakusquad would have for sure seen the many marks Sero had left on you so he could properly mark you as his.

When you came back from your flashback the rest of the group seemed to blur into the background as you focused on filling the blunt, eyes trained in on making everything even. In your peripheral vision, a certain raven-haired boy could be seen inching closer towards your face.

“Can I help you?” you said with a smirk, not looking up from your activities. “No, no, don’t mind me. Keep doing what you’re doing. You look so pretty when you’re rolling baby~”, Sero said in a low sing-song voice that only you could hear.

Your hand movements halted immediately and your eyes widened.

Sero hasn't called you anything like that in front of anyone??? You enjoyed hearing the pet name come from his mouth, yes, however, you two have yet to make your relationship public.

“Sero…”, you warned, “you cant be distracting me right now.” Sero seemed to pay no mind to your words, coming in closer and placing a hand on your thigh. “At this point, I don’t care, sweets, we’ve been dating for... what? 4 Months now?”

A hand grabbing your chin startled you. Sero moved your face so he could make direct eye contact with you, his thumb runs across your lower lip, “let them know.” The devilish smirk on Seros face made your stomach drop. “Come on, you know what to do”, He whispered. You nodded and took his thumb in your mouth. Sero nodded in appreciation and basked in the feeling of your tongue running around his finger.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth when he hears Bakugou yelling. “I TOLD YOU SHITS I WASNT THE IMPOSTER”, you look over to see everyone look up from their phones, thankful that among us kept the bakusquad from seeing the previous encounter with you and Sero.

“That means its Kaminari or Sero then because I was in electrical.” Sero furrowed his eyebrows, “What, I was AFK- yall SAW me breaking up the weed” he yelled. Kaminari huffed, “You know its not me!! All of you SAW me do the med bay scan.”

You, having been killed off the first round watched as a smirk formed on Mina’s face, rolling your eyes at her obvious lies that Bakugou and Kirishima have seemed to buy due to the accusatory looks being thrown their way.

As the common ‘defeat’ sound rand out, you began to lick the paper of the blunt, your fingers working deliberately to make the best creation you can.

“Yeah!! Lick that shit baby. You look so good doing it. I know what else that mouth can do” Sero yelled, you flinched a little, unsure how the bakusquad would react but if Sero was being bold you might as well join.

A spitting sound was heard next to you as Bakugou whipped his head towards Sero. “BRO!!! DONT GET THE SHIT WET!” Kaminari yelled as he grabbed the open bag of weed that was nearly ruined by Bakugou’s spit.

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Bakugou yelled. “I think you heard me. I didn’t stutter. Plus I’m just praising my baby!”

“WOAH, WAIT! WHEN?!” Mina squealed.

“Sero got a date before me?!?!” Kaminari whined.

“You’re joking,” Kirishima said

You worked to silence the group, “First of all…” you started, “Sero.. you said that shit in front of my blunt bro...Disrespectful as FUCK. Second of all yes, we’re dating, we have been for 4 months.”

“5 on the 14th!” Sero continued as he placed a hand on your head, messing up your hair.

You laughed and shook him off, flattening out the hair Sero just ruined. “Yeah yeah…. Now give me a kisth” you said while looking over at Sero who happily obliged.

The kiss was quick but it left you weightless. Pulling away, Sero began to move you around. “What are you doing??” you said as you took another hit of the blunt. “You just sit here.” He said as he placed you between his legs, his arms coming to wrap around you, his chin resting on your head. “I want to hold my precious baby”

The softness in his voice would have the rest of the bakusquad thinking Sero was just trying to be cute and show affection. You would have thought the same thing if it wasn’t for the evident hard-on pressing into your back.

You smirked, an idea coming into your head. Passing the blunt to Bakugou, you placed both hands in your hoodie pocket. In one smooth movement, you gripped the left sleeve with your right hand and inched your left arm out of its cozy confinement.

Lightly dropping your arm to your side under the hoodie, you slipped your hand behind your back. Dropping your head back on Seros shoulder and turning your nose to graze it across his neck. “You keep quiet and maybe ill help you with your problem, yeah?” You whispered as you began to run your hand over the tent in his pants.

Seros breathing hitched, his grip on you tightening. He didn’t stop you however, the feeling of your fingertips grazing the skin above his pants and slowly dipping under his waistband had him intoxicated.

He just hoped he could follow your orders and keep quiet.

#sero hc #sero x y/n #sero x reader #sero hanta #bnha writing #sero smut #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta x you #stoner!sero #bnha x reader #gn!reader #sero x gn! reader #this is my first fic #i am terrified #plz let me know what you think

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kiame-sama · 4 years

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Hi I really liked your last post about the Yandere Phantom troupe and I just wanted to ask can you do a headcannon about how everyone in the Phantom troupe (even Hisoka) really feel about the little spider darling.

Fun fact for those who didn't know, I dont usually add Hisoka with the Phantom Troupe because the first and only time he ever interacts with the entire group is during the York New arc.

But, I'll be happy to add him in~

Warnings: Yandere for all of them! Hisoka has a bit of NSFW in his.

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Chrollo:

- This man is obsessed with his cute little darling. He practically sees the world he wish he had as a kid embodied in his darling.

- Of course, he addresses his darling as 'Little Spider' because he is the leader of the Troupe. He is the head of the spider. His darling is the itsy bitsy spider that is protected by the larger 12 legged spider.

- Doesn't matter if his darling is the weakest creature on the planet or strong like the others, he refuses to let his darling fight or be without protection for any amount of time.

- He damn near worships you and he will not tolerate anyone else being able to have you like he does. This is why he practically forces you to marry him, so he can keep you all to himself.

Uvogin:

- Uvogin will always protect those in the group. He is akin to a wild beast and the Troupe is his pack. He will protect his pack-mates until his dying breath.

- Once a pack-mate, always a pack-mate.

- Chrollo is his leader. He will defend his leader with every shred of energy, and Chrollo's darling is the female leader. It is simple.

- Like wolves, Meerkats, or any other animal group, the main mated pair are the leaders of the group.

Pakunoda:

- Her nen ability allows her to see into a person's mind, and the love that she finds in Chrollo's mind when he thinks of you is damn near infectious. She can see just how desperately Chrollo loves you and it is truly moving.

- She knows the life they've had to live. She knows that there has always been something in Chrollo that was missing. Now, that missing piece is you, and Chrollo is complete. You complete him and she loves you for it.

Machi:

- She is the healer of the group and she takes no nonsense from anyone. She is rough and cold, but she is also very soft underneath.

- She is fiercely loyal to Chrollo to the point she will challenge other Troupe members should they question him. You are his most treasured among all the others, so she will adore you as viciously as she adores Chrollo.

Feitan:

- Also fiercely loyal, Feitan has a photographic memory and can remember things to the exact time and date they happen as well as exact orders given to him.

- He knows how long it has been since Chrollo showed genuine affection or happiness. The moment Chrollo returned after first meeting you was the happiest Feitan could ever remember him being.

- Feitan will protect the source of Chrollo's happiness with his life and not one creature is gonna lay a hand on you unless Chrollo says so.

Nobunaga:

- One of the friendlier members of the group, he was among the first to befriend you when Chrollo brought you to meet them.

- He is protective and compassionate to his close friends, and since you were close with all of his close friends, he will defend you s he would them.

- He also knows how much the others care for you and how much Chrollo loves you. He will protect them through protecting you so they never have to lose you and grieve for you.

Shizuku:

- She is aloof and forgetful, rarely showing emotions or much of anything. But she remembers everything about you.

- Your name, your birthday, your favorite foods, your preferred sleeping side, everything.

- She can hardly remember if she is right handed or left handed, yet everything about you is permanently etched into her memory. Because of this, she often comes to the conclusion that you are her best friend because she would only remember everything about someone she truly cared for. She will murder if you ask her to.

Phinks:

- Phinks is the kind of gruff big brother of the group. Gentlemanly to a fault, he is shown having quite the sweet nature towards the females of the group and will often be the first to offer them help.

- He adores you, as he adores the others of the Troupe, acting very much like an older brother to you. Most likely out of all of them to tease you or mess with you as an older brother would, but is fiercely protective of you as if you two were family.

- Phinks is the only one out of all of them to tell Chrollo not to break your heart. No one tells Chrollo to do anything. Phinks will be that protective older brother character in the group and becomes furious if anyone makes you cry. Anyone. Odds are, he would split from the Troupe to protect you if you asked him to.

Kortopi:

- He doesn't speak much, nor does he act independently from the group unless it is to protect Chrollo. Naturally, protecting you is one of the bigest ways he can protect Chrollo as he is the weakest member of the group.

- You are rather kind to him and typically ask instead of order him to do something. You are also alright with his quiet behavior and he is beyond thankful for it.

- You don't judge him, or boss him around, or anything like that and you are exceptionally close to Chrollo, so there is almost nothing Kortopi wouldn't do for you.

Bonolenov:

- Another member who doesn't speak much, Bonolenov is very curtious and kind with you. He views you with rather high regard and sees you as one of the few he can be around without his bandages on. He doesn't feel judged around you.

- He cares for you greatly and will immediately jump to your defense if anyone attempts to hurt or provoke you. Where he doesn't revel in death or killing, it is a grave crime in his eyes to hurt or upset you and he will immediately deal out death to those who commit such a crime.

Franklin:

- He is not soft... Unless it is you.

- Loyal to the Troupe and to Chrollo, he is willing to kill other members he sees as a negative impact on the Troupe as a whole. The most traitorous or obscene thing in his eyes is to try to break up the group or to hurt you.

- He isn't a soft or fluffy kind of guy and is as rough as his appearance suggests, happy to kill when he wishes. But... If you are tired, he will be the first to offer to carry you. If you are upset, he will be the first to retrieve items to comfort you. He won't show it and he'll be damned if he says it, but he has one soft spot; you.

Shalnark:

- He seems like a puppy or a cinnamon roll, but he is one of the few group members who kills with a smile. He isn't really close with anyone, the exceptions being Uvogin, Pakunoda, Shizuku, and you.

- He values Pakunoda and Shizuku as they have useful abilities and so the Troupe would benefit from keeping the two alive. Uvogin for similar reasons, but he cares a bit more for Uvo than the other two.

- You? In his eyes, you are the most valuable member of the entire Troupe.

- He sees how everyone reacts to you and cares for you. He knows how many would die for you at a moment's notice. He doesn't see you as he sees others, toys or pupets. He sees you as a fellow player, the one who pulls the strings, even if you don't know it.

- You have all of the Troupe members at your beck and call without even trying. You are the puppet master and he is happy to be a puppet, so long as you continue to pull the strings.

Hisoka: (NSFW warning)

- Late to the party, but no less yandere.

- His affection towards you mirrors that of Chrollo's, and you are the prize to be won for defeating Chrollo.

- He wants to be the one you nap on. Cuddled up in his arms and so adorably innocent under his protection. How cute you are with your lovely eyes and beautiful face. How sweet your moans will be when you call out his name instead of Chrollo's.

- He will stalk you relentlessly and convince Kurapika you were forced to be a spider (which honestly isn't a lie).

- If there is ever a moment you and Chrollo are having sex after he meets you, he will be nearby, hiding his nen and listening to you whine and moan as he pleasures himself to the sounds you make and the thought of you making them for him.

- What a magnificent prize you will be~ ♠

#yandere x reader #Yandere Phantom Troupe #yandere chrollo #yandere shizuku #yandere franklin #yandere phinks #yandere pakunoda #yandere uvogin #yandere hisoka #yandere shalnark #yandere feitan #yandere nobunaga #yandere machi #yandere kortopi #yandere hxh #x reader #yandere asks #yandere bonolenov

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plantcrazy · 3 years

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Henry Stickmin AU Concept Art/ideas

AU 1) Triple Warfare [1-4]

I’m thinking it could make a good ask blog due to the nature of the idea and how I’m planning on writing the story.

The idea for this one is basically a cross-over between (in my opinion) the best and worst ending for the characters (if we go by the fact in TT the main 3 (Henry, Elle and Charles) are friends and in TCW they’re trying to kill each other).

I really look forward to writing this one since in my head I’ve got the greatest ideas for how the conversations are going to go down between the two different groups of characters, like TT Charles is more of a cinnamon roll and then TCW Charles is like...well remember in Valiant Hero how he gets dark for a minute saying “It’s starting to... G E T P E R S O N A L”? Well when I saw that, I honestly thought Galeforce had died or something, so I’m working off of that idea to a bit more of an extreme since we get the whole Rapidly Promoted Executive ending in there to really annoy him.

AU 2) The Lost Children of the CCC [5-7 ]

This whole Au ended up being a spin-off from the idea of Right-hand Man’s origin story for the whole mystery name thing and Henry’s powers idea which just...spiralled out of control into something else completely and is strongly connected to the side comics (current & future) I’m working on.

The current story line I’m building the story around is after the Triple Threat ending, where a mysterious person offers Reginald a way out of the Wall for him and the Toppat’s for the small price of a blood sample form RHM and Toppat membership. I really like the dialogue scene in my head so here’s a little sample for you ^^

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[Reginald] And why would I agree to that? [Person] “Because! You get ya freedom and I’d like ta say quite a valuable asset for the Toppat Clan…” He watched Reginald's gaze remain cold and sceptical. [Person] “But, if that’s not good enough for ya then let me put it crudely: I’ve been sent to obtain that blood sample and attain it I will. I personally like the Toppat’s, use ta hear all about ya as a kid, an’ this seemed like a great retirement idea; joinin’ ya all since this is my last job, and I’m out. Think I can’t get it? Well I can. I’ll take it from his cold lifeless corpse as he lays there twitching on the ground, glazed eyes and the fading buzz of electronics in the air. You think these guys here care? One less inmate- and a dangerous one at that- gone. All I have to do is say he threw the first punch, ‘I didn’t have a choice, I was fighting for my life! I thought I would have been a goner. I was so lucky that those cybernetics of his allow for easy disabling of life support systems with a correctly angled blow to this little spot here and here’.” He twists his hand like on a nob by the neck and no doubt follows pulling essential wiring out with the over and a wide brimmed grin.

Reginald scowls back; he’d lost.

This guy is really going to make him choose between the life of his loyal Right-hand man and best friend, or the clans.

[Reginald] And if I do agree… how do I know you won’t betray us?

[Person] Asides from settin’ ya all free and joinin’ the Clan? Agree and you’ll find out in 10 minutes~

- - - -

(And then, I remembered one curial piece of info writing this awesome scene...

RHM isn’t a cyborg in triple threat -_-;

or is he~)

(Concept designs + more in original idea post)

AU 3) When Endings Collide [8-9]

I don’t really have any sketches for this one (just some very rough first concepts for each of the endings), a handful of ideas and a rough storyline. It’s quite a complex story since it involves all 16 endings, so I haven’t done too much work on it and instead have put it aside for a later date since it’ll need a lot of planning and work to pull off effectively.

The basic idea I had for this one started with a “What if Valiant Hero Henry ended up in Triple Threat in the middle of a mission and proceeded to try and kill Elle (A Toppat in his ending) and then had a mental break down seeing a not dead Charles? And then what if Revenge Henry ended up in Toppat King in the middle of the government raid and in the middle of this proceeded to help a very confused Charles (who hates him) capture an equally confused Reginald and hand him over to the government (The idea for Revenge Henry working for the government came from this fantastic fic I recommend reading). And then I think I was messing with Stickmin Resort in either Valiant Hero or Broverts.” A lot of the over endings has been messing about with which ones work the best together since I haven’t quite figured out what to do with Cleaned ‘em Out - Little Nest Egg (below) & Pardoned Pals & Capital Gains I’ve missed ^^; .

And then once endings are sorted, next is figuring out how for all of this to happen and them all to end up in each other endings, which I have an idea for but definitely needs more work to run smoothly. I’m thinking the CCC and what if someone tried to use them and the chaos to make their perfect singular ending? Maybe one where a very hated protagonist never existed~

Again, I think this AU has a lot of potential to be great, but it’ll need a lot of work.

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snakeboistan · 3 years

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3-E + KARASUNO + 1-A FRIENDSHIP GROUPS

Just a heads up that I don't really know that much about BNHA. Most of my knowledge comes from fanfics, tumblr posts and my bestie so some of these headcanons might be a bit OOC

Nagisa + Hinata + Midoriya

So I’ve already made posts about Nagisa, Hinata and Mido being the ultimate cinnamon roll trio who are the loves of my life, my sons and if anything happens to them I will kill everyone and then myself

Let me adopt them, please let me adopt them

I mean it is canon that Mama Midoriya is single right?...jk jk ... unless 👀

These precious babies are literally the sweetest guys ever and everyone’s ultimate hype men

They have their own protection squads and at least five people who have a crush on them (these bois be making people question their sexuality like it’s a past time)

They can also turn feral at any given moment and revert back to normal in a second

They act like its no big deal but they have legit traumatised people before

I know that Nagisa and Midoriya are ✨ notebook buddies ✨ but I like to think that Hinata keeps a volleyball journal like Kageyama (like the adorable boyfriend he is) and shows it off proudly to them and Nagisa and Mido are so proud of their tangerine bestie and they teach him how to make notes and analyse like they do and are just so pure (ILOVETHEMSOMUCHYOUHAVENOIDEA)

It’s a legit hazard to have them in the same place because the intensity of the combined smiles of a baby sunshine crow, baby sunshine snake and baby sunshine bunny can wipe out anyone in a 10 km radius

But what a way to go, am I right?

Also, I’m adding Yamaguchi here because he’s a sweetie who can and will end someone if they try to mess with Tsukki the people he cares about

Do not under any circumstances try to mess with the trio that is Nagi, Yama and Mido because they know all of your secrets and are not afraid to use that to their benefit

Isogai + Daichi + Iida

Did you mean: Dad Friends

Someone help them

It aint easy being a teen parent but they make it work

Also I’m a total simp for all three of them like Iida is everything I want IDKY I’m not saying its the glasses but its totally the glasses

Can and will do the disappointed dad stare. It is effective.

These three meet up to despair about their schoolmates and within five minutes one (or all) of them is getting a phone call because someone needs to be bailed out of jail

Isogai and Iida are class rep goals just saying

They love their classmates but why are they like this

Daichi: *watching Noya and Tanaka egg on the Terasaka gang to let them connect sleds on Yoshida’s motorbikes and go speed racing down the mountain* I ask myself that everyday

Just...someone give them a vacation and some aspirin because they need it

But not for too long because they are the few responsible ones

Midoriya: *mumbling* That’s funny considering that Iida tried to murder someone in cold blood

1-A members not aware of the Hosu Incident (so basically everyone except for Mido, Todo and Glasses Sonic): WHAT?!

Karma: Really? That’s weird. Nagisa tried to do that as well

3-E members that didn’t confront Takaoka: WAIT WHAT?!

Karasuno: *paling* who the f*ck are these people…

Fuwa + Nakamura + Kiyoko + Ashido + Aoyama

The ultimate shippers

Listen, look me in the eyes and tell me that Shimizu Kiyoko doesn’t ship her team and that she does not have a group chat with all of the other managers where they gossip about who’s dating who. Look me right in the eyes and tell me that does not happen.

These people know all of the gossip

Well actually Nagisa knows all of the tea in 3-E but Fuwa is a close second

Ultimate wingpeople

Kataoka + Ennoshita + Momo

I don’t want to say mum friend but they are the most responsible ones if Isogai, Daichi and Iida aren’t around

They are beings to be feared, you dont wanna cross them

There was once a time when all three of them are angered and everyone still has emotional scars to this day

The only ones who can control the chaos

Can also smack talk people like a pro

Have soft spots for the cinnamon rolls

Just imagine the three of them sitting around one of those circular umbrella tables outside of a cafe wearing matching sunglasses and drinking smoothies out of a straw as they judge everyone

Kimura + Hinata + Kageyama + Kirishima

GYM BUDDIES

Listen, there are athletes and there are athletes™

These boys are the latter

They race all of the time

I’m not kidding

Everything is a race

Arm wrestles galore

Hazama + Tsukishima + Tokoyami

Masters of snark

Looks like they can kill you, can actually kill you

Hang out with each other to get away from the stupidity of everyone around them

Hazama and Tokoyami are just chillin’ talking about demonic sacrifice and Tsukki’s like ‘you guys are more tolerable than the feral children I’ll stay here’

Literally have no cares at all

If you approach them they will make you cry

Chiba + Hayami + Kageyama + Todoroki

The chill kids

All they do is vibe in the background

They’re entire friendship is just *blank stare* *eye contact* *small nod*

And you know what? That’s valid

Are also totally willing to hide a body 24/7

Todo convinces the other three that his theories are legit

Terasaka Squad + Nishinoya + Tanaka + Bakusquad

CHAOS

That is it

Do I need to go on?

Kurahashi + Kouda

Soft bbys

Would die for them

Go on bug hunting expeditions

Hang out at petting zoos

Kurahashi has fallen in love with Kouda's bunnies as she should

Are proud parents of every single furry and crawlie critter on the E-Class mountain

Dont worry Nagisa gets to keep his snakes

Go to pet stores and animal shelters

pure cinnamon rolls

Maehara + Tanaka + Nishinoya + Kaminari

Best hype men

Praise each other like no other

Maehara and Calamari keep on getting annoyed because everyone keeps on pretending to not be able to tell the two apart

They can it's just that it's fun to mess with them

Karasuma + Ukai + Aizawa

The ‘I came here determined not to get attached and now I’ve adopted a gang of teenagers’

Are literally one second away from becoming alcoholics

Are constantly ready to ‘subtly’ brag about how their students are improving in training

Karasuma and Aizawa go over sparring procedures and Ukai is just like ‘your students have WEAPONS?!?’

Tsundere but parents

Best Dads

They love their kids

But dont tell anyone that

It’s okay they know anyway

Will deck anyone that hurts their chaos children in any way

Koro-Sensei + Takeda + Yagi

PROUD PAPAS

THEY LOVE THEIR KIDS SO MUCH

THEY CAN SPEND 1284720 HOURS BRAGGING ABOUT HOW AWESOME THEIR KIDS STUDENTS ARE

HAVE WALLETS WITH THEIR PHOTOS IN THEM Yagi’s is just 20+ pictures of Midoriya but shhhh

*Todoroki’s conspiracy theory senses tingle*

They could be at the groceries but they’ll still find a way to brag about their kids

#assassination classroom #haikyuu!!#boku no hero academia

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allthingsfangirl101 · 3 years

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The Frat President Facade–Teddy Sanders

Teddy Sanders, president of Delta Psi, has a certain reputation. He's known for his parties, his ability to drink anyone under the table, and his success with the ladies.

What his "brothers" don't know is that it's all an act.

Teddy Sanders, my best friend since second grade and boyfriend since ninth grade, is a real softy. He is the definition of, "looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll", or in other words, "looks like he could break your heart but could actually help rebuild it".

When Teddy and I first came to the university, an old friend of his convinced him to join a fraternity. I still remember the conversation we had at my apartment the day before Pledge Week started.

~•~

"I don't know about this, babe."

"Teddy," I sighed as I sat on the couch next to him, placing my hand gently on his knee. "You said you wanted a college experience and there is no college experience like joining a frat."

"I guess," he sighed. "It's just. . ."

"What's wrong, babe?" I asked as I reached up and ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

"Frats are known for two things; partying and sex. I don't want that," As he started to list off everything I give him, he slowly pushed me down on the couch and hovered over me. "I already have someone who makes me happy, who makes me laugh, who I love. Someone who gives me everything I need."

I giggled as he leaned down and started kissing my neck. He suddenly stopped and slowly pulled away.

"I love you, Y/N. But they are going to expect me to drink and party and. . . And sleep around. I can't do that to you. I won't."

"Teddy," I sighed as he sat up, pulling me with him. "Baby, look at me."

When he finally did, I reached up and cupped his cheek. "You don't have to do anything. Just play along."

"Play along? Y/N, I'm not going to pretend to be a single douche when I have a girlfriend that I love."

"Teddy, you are thinking way too much about this. Just go and have some fun."

"Y/N," he tried to cut me off.

"No," I laughed. "Babe, you don't have to do anything. Just enjoy college. Plus, if you need somewhere to run away to, you can always come here."

~•~

So, that's what we did. Teddy became a Frat Boy who all the girls wanted but none of them could get. Of course, he never slept with them. He just changed our nightly routine to add a little more "Frat" into it. Before he would go back to the house, we came up with a fun story for him to tell his brothers.

After about a year or so, some of his brothers caught on to me. There were a few times that they would see me when I went to pick him up or they'd see us on campus. So, we had to add to the story.

Instead of confessing to a girlfriend, I gave him the idea to tell them that I was a "side-piece" that he's been hooking up with whenever her boyfriend wasn't up to it.

We came up with this whole story about me being with a shitty guy who started cheating on me, and I ended up drunkenly sleeping with Teddy to get back at him. Even though my boyfriend apologized and promised he wouldn't do it again, I kept calling Teddy and seeing him.

Teddy wasn't sure about this whole story. He didn't like the idea of lying about us to the guys. I simply gave him the option; to tell the truth or play it off like it was nothing. After a lot of thought, debate, and discussion, Teddy chose to play it off and I went along with it.

He repeatedly asked if it was okay and I repeatedly told him that I didn't mind. The only person in the frat that knows the truth about us is Teddy's friend who convinced him to join, Pete. Every once in a while, he covers for us.

Now, in our senior year of college, Teddy was president of the frat and we were still lying about our relationship.

I walked into the frat's house and leaned against the wall, smirking as Teddy and Pete welcomed the new pledges. I say welcome, but it's more like warned them.

When they were almost done with their annual Pledge Week Orientation Speech, Teddy's eyes found me in the crowd. He smiled but quickly covered that up with his Frat-Boy Smirk. I sent him a wink before turning on my heels and walking out of the house.

I waited outside, leaning against my car, as they finished up inside. I smiled when I saw Teddy open the door and start jogging towards me. I quickly turned my smile into a smirk when I noticed the group of boys watching us from the window.

"Hey, babe," he smiled genuinely. When he got to me, I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pressed my lips roughly to his.

"Y/N, what are you. . ." He stuttered as he broke the kiss.

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his in another kiss. I felt him sigh as he caught on and started messily moving his lips in sync with mine. Without breaking the kiss, Teddy leaned down and picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I gasped when he put me on the hood of the car, placing his hands on my thighs. As we continued to make out, I reached around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to me.

When we finally broke apart, we looked into each other's eyes and didn't say a word. My heart sank when I read his expression.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I know you hate playing this game, but we only have one semester left and then we can go back to normal. Back to us."

"I love you," he said quickly. "I hope through everything that's happened here, you've never forgotten that."

"I haven't," I reassured him quickly.

I reached up and cupped his cheeks in my hand. I was about to kiss him but froze when I noticed the boys still watching us from the window. I cleared my throat and let go of his face.

"We should go," I whispered. I bit my lip when his smile fell. I quickly added, "Did I tell you? I found this restaurant in the town over. It's supposed to have the most amazing chocolate cake. Thought it would be fun to try something new. Plus, it's out of town and away from the school."

"Which means away from the fraternity," he said with a teasing smirk on his face. I giggled as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. "You are a sneaky little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's just say," I said slowly as I ran my hands up his chest and intertwined them behind his head, pulling him closer. "We've both learned a lot in college."

Teddy closed the gap and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss as I immediately started moving my lips in sync with his. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I've learned," Teddy whispered, "that I've been with the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with since high school."

I leaned back and smiled up at him, tears threatening to spill. "Teddy, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone other than you."

"Good," he chuckled as he pressed his nose back to mine. "Because I don't plan on letting you go any time soon."

"You better not," I jokingly threatened as I leaned back.

Teddy rolled his eyes as he grabbed my hands and helped me off the hood of the car. He led me over to the passenger side and opened the door for me. I quickly kissed his cheek before getting in.

When Teddy got in the driver's side, he hesitated. I looked over to see him studying the frat house. I glanced over at the window to see that the frat boys had lost interest in us.

"Teddy?" I said, gently. "Are you alright, babe?"

I heard him take a shaky breath before turning back towards me. When he looked at me, his eyes were soft.

"I'm getting so tired of this house and these guys. I mean, they're great people but. . . This whole lifestyle just isn't for me. Never has been. I'm tired of pretending to fit in when I don't want to anyway."

"Teddy," I sighed. "Senior year is almost over which means only a few more months of this charade. But if you really can't take it anymore then give it up. Babe, you don't have to keep acting like this if you don't want to."

He sighed as he reached over and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. He lifted our hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles.

"I love you," he whispered. "So much."

"I love you too."

"I promise," he said, clearing his throat, "as soon as all of this is over, you and I are going to start our life together. A normal, beautiful, perfect life together."

I leaned over and pressed my lips gently to his. When I broke the kiss, I smiled up at him.

"I'm going to hold you to that."

#teddy sanders #teddy sanders imagine #teddy sanders x reader #neighbors #neighbors fanfic #zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader

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