#its about time i started participating in my own event huh

[jaekaicx]

they say that

no matter where we are

we all stare up at the same night sky

but, its not the same

not without you

marcy month: stars + rooftop

#marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #sashannarcy #marcy month #marcy wu journal countdown #gaymer art #amphibia fanart #amphibia #its about time i started participating in my own event huh #sasharcy #marcanne #annarcy #marcy wu fanart #my froggos #i guess?? #help this could fit like. so many of the prompts kfhsdklfs

[misc-obeyme]

Hello you're such a good freaking writer! Blankets for Mammon for the cozy comforts event?

Hi there, anon! Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing!

Okay, well, this is the cozy comforts event because I am cozy and comfortable when I'm writing all the cheesy fluff. And that's all I gotta say about this one lol.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Mammon with prompt blanket

Warnings: none

Whenever you feel a little sad, you find yourself wandering to Mammon's room. The way he grins the minute he sees you never fails to cheer you up. But even if he isn't there, it's his space and it feels like him. He's come back to find you, sprawled on his couch or curled up on his bed. It's like you're only waiting for him to walk in so you can start feeling happy again.

When he's not around, you seem to always be drawn to one blanket in particular. It's a nice one - black and gold, by some expensive Devildom brand name you're not familiar with. He told you once that he worked hard to buy it for himself. You love the way it smells like his Devilish No 5 when you wrap it around your shoulders. It's like he's right there, hugging you close.

The first time you have to return to the human world, he blushes and stutters when he gives it to you. You blink in surprise at him as he holds it out to you.

"Did ya think I didn't notice, human?" he says.

Having that blanket with you makes you feel less lonely as you spend time away from the Devildom. When you come back, you can't bear to be parted with it, so you keep it. Everyone sees what it means to you, how you tend to keep it around your shoulders when you're in a bad mood or just need a bit of comfort.

Until one day you notice that the blanket doesn't smell like Mammon anymore. It doesn't quite feel like him the way it used to. You use it less and less, seeking out the actual demon whenever you can instead.

Mammon notices that you've been keeping the blanket folded neatly on your bed, but he doesn't say anything.

One day you come back to the House of Lamentation and realize that you haven't seen Mammon all day. You go looking for him and find him in your own room. He's sitting on your bed, wrapped in the black and gold blanket. He looks pitiful, like he's just had the worst day of his life.

You come over to sit down beside him. He's despondent as he tells you about losing bets and failed schemes.

You tug on the edge of the blanket. "This always makes me feel better. Is it helping you?"

The blush that cover's Mammon's face is instant and deep. He hides it halfway behind the blanket. "Smells like ya."

You consider this statement and realize it must be true. The blanket lost the smell of Mammon's cologne long ago, but you never smelled anything different on it. Because now the blanket smelled like you.

"Ya kinda stopped usin' it, though, huh," Mammon says and you can't help hearing the note of sadness in his tone.

You nudge him a little, to make him lift his arm. You duck under it so you're both under the blanket, Mammon's arm wrapped snugly around you. You lean your head on his shoulder. "I liked it because it smelled like you. It felt like you. It was like I had you hugging me even when you weren't there. But now it smells like me? I hadn't noticed."

Mammon puffs out his chest a bit. "Miss the Great Mammon when he ain't around, do ya?"

"Yeah," you say easily, making him squirm a little.

After that, the two of you trade off who has the blanket. Whenever you need him and he's not there, you find the blanket. Whenever he needs you, he takes it back. And although no object could replace the real thing, it acts as a temporary comfort, warming you with its memories until you can find yourselves back in each other's arms.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omnb #omswd #obey me mammon #om mammon #mammon obey me #obey me mammon x reader #om mammon x reader #mammon obey me x reader #obey me mammon x mc #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me fanfic #misc cozy comforts #misc writes

[wayfayrr]

hi moss! I'm a newer follower, and first time requester.. I can't help but want to participate in your 300 followers event! (also congrats by the way!)

anyways, I was hoping to order a soft Bailey's (or latte?) with sticky toffee pudding for takeaway, please? thank you!! <3

Its been a while since I've put out one of these huh? I'm still working on them I promise, they're just going to be a little shorter than the ones at the start (between 200/300 words now) and I'll be queuing them out instead mostly because I'd like to have these done so I can open normal requests now - there are going to be a few more legend ones though <3 also for my own sanity they won't have the same banners anymore because the winter theme is honestly not that fitting anymore

“You know I really - hic - really hated you at first. W-when I -heh- when I was learning I was aware.”

“Hmh? Where is this coming from link? And how are you so drunk, I swear you’ve had the same amount as me.”

Maybe I shouldn’t take this for granted, it’s the first time he’s opened up like this as well as my best shot at learning more about what it all was like for him in there. If he’s willing to ramble and a bit of drinking is all it takes to loosen up those words? Well I can just pour him another drink or two, no harm right?

“Relivin-ng everything over and over out - out of order, all of m’ quests. Thought you were tryina drive m’ insane.”

“But then I - I started hearing y’u. You - you were so gen’tle I -”

The second he started swaying it felt almost natural to tug him into my side and let him rest his head on my shoulder like he was an old friend. Not that he isn’t I suppose, from what he’s saying and how many games I’ve played we might as well be. Being so wrapped up in how I felt about all of this going on, I didn’t even consider the impacts on him that he’s been dealing with, after everything that happened with koholint. It’s not surprising he’s struggling when he’s had to go through someone he deeply cared about being entirely fictional. 

“I-I’ felt like I was real hic I- I could hear som’one real.”

“It were like- like I- I had  - It was I.”

Anything coherent is completely gone now, with him bawling into my side. It’s hard to tell if he’s struggling to talk from the tears or how drunk he is now. Not like it would really make a difference. 

#Sorry it took this long #had very little motivation for a lonnnnnnnnnnng time now #moss✧queues #hehehe #finally gonna use the queue for once #I'll add these to their masterlist when a chunk of them are done #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe #lu legend #legend of zelda x reader #lu legend x reader #300 event

[eliza-styx]

The grand Kömsko (König/Gromsko) timeline & masterpost

The time has come to sum up the lore and history of the ship that stole hearts of many by complete accident and wormed its way into the subconscious of many Polish shippers in the cod fandom. This post is for you, if you wanna participate in our little cult but struggle a bit with realising what headcanons may be appropriate for Gromsko, if you’re not Polish yourself and some König ideas that we think make sense in relation to this ship.

It all started on the fateful day of December 9th 2022 when Ghostytoasty  made the most random joke that was exactly the snowflake needed to start an avalanche of events

It led to Orin pitching an idea of enemies to lovers story for these two and my own brainworms picked it up to basically draft the whole fanfic in the conversation, at which point Shiba promised to make art for, if I actually wrote it.

Well, two days later, a child was born, the very first Kömsko fanfic to be posted on AO3

Shelter Me

written by none other than me aka ElizaStyx with the beautiful cover art done by MizuShiba

And thus the ship became reality.

It gained interest on twitter with artists like @/620_ne1 and @/Capitan_LX among others posting their own fanart of the pair

Shiba, of course also kept creating more  beautiful art of the couple

Encouraged by the small cult that spawned amongst the people of the ghostsoap discord I started working on the sequel fic, a humorous and fluffy take on the pair dealing with being in love while also working for the rival factions

Carry You

meanwhile, Ghostytoasty got their own inspirational angst juices flowing and wrote a beautifully poetic MCD fic

The warmth that lingers as a shattered heart bleeds

Somewhere along the way, a side channel dedicated to Kömsko spawned in the discord and we begun to fill it up with the various headcanons and ideas that are now listed in a twitter thread by Capitan_LX but to sum up some facts to start your own juices flowing

Gromsko basic headcanons:

- born 11.11.1990, on the Polish Independence Day - brought up in roman catholic faith with very strict, religious parents and a younger sister we named Judyta, definitely was either an altar boy or sung in the church choir - wears a cross around his neck since childhood - history nerd, knows everything about history of Poland and will ramble all night long - has two music listening modes: Sabaton or Polish pop like Doda, hates disco polo - very patriotic, brought up basically brainwashed into believing in God, Honour, Fatherland above all else, had dreams of a winged hussar and that’s why he joined the army (but also dreaming of men, huh?) - struggled coming to terms with his sexuality because the catholic church teaches that homosexual love is forbidden, used to say very offensive shit in his youth but definitely had grown since then - swears in Polish even if he speaking in a different language - calling people idiots and other names is his language of love - never recieved gifts as a kid, cries every time König gives him something and  König keeps showering him with gifts - knows English, Russian and German but doesn’t let on just how much German he understands because König loves to whisper sweet things into his ear that he thinks Gromsko doesn’t understand

König basic headcanons:

- born 15.08.1994, on the day of Assumption of Mary which is obviously a big religious holiday in Poland - is an only child, brought up by a single mom who struggled to make ends meet and worked several jobs but would give up anything to care for him, though often was absent overworking herself - severely bullied in school for being tall, awkward and having no dad, called slurs - became a bookworm to escape reality into fictional worlds - keeps a journal of his thoughts and the books he read - daydreams a lot and in the evening writes down many stories that he daydreams about during the day in his journal but thinks they are silly and never showed anyone until Gromsko came around (Gromsko adores them) - his love language is gift giving and he will look for excuses to give gifts - listens to heavy metal and death or black metal, loves Rammstein - gets into Behemoth and other Polish metal bands because of Gromsko - brushes his teeth at least three times a day, never smoked because it’s bad for gum health - decides to learn Polish in secret so Gromsko doesn’t know he understands when he calls him names - will listen to Gromsko ramble about history all night long - anxious mess 24/7, has severe panic attacks sometimes but Gromsko knows exactly how to ground him and calm him down

#kömsko #gromsko #König #cod mwii #fanfiction #fanart #headcanons

[hiddenwashington]

time goes by quickly, & before you know it, april is here. the snow has given way to the spring warmth, the birds already singing outside windows & the squirrels already scurrying across the trees. the days beckon dc’s citizens to venture outside of their cozy, winter-proof homes, inviting to even some of the most unimpressed of people after a long, cold season. things have seemed almost ... perfect, for most, these past couple weeks. however, the first of the month also brings the notorious april fools, & the city must think it’s about time to play its tricks. so when morning comes, it’s not the the beautiful, spring sunrise that brings people to consciousness, but instead, it’s the loud, vibrating stomps of dinosaurs roaming the streets. huh.

OOC INFORMATION

hello, hi, welcome friends !! happy april fools !! some of you have been begging for dinosaurs, & despite the stubbornness from a few of us ( myself included ), we are good admins, so we are here to deliver! this isn’t a very plot-heavy event in the slightest, but it’s meant to be a quick fun thing to celebrate a particularly silly little day. so just ride with the flow, go wild, & do with this as you will! ♥

DATES :

APRIL 1 - APRIL 3

unlike our other events, there is no plotting period – this event starts IMMEDIATELY.

this event will last for 12 hours in character, 2 days out of character!

THE DINO-SHAPED FRIENDS :

the magic has brought dinosaurs to the streets of washington dc! however, even the most aggressive types are content to mind their own business unless provoked, a rare treat from the city. most would still snap if people were to get a little too close, but as long as one were to keep their distance, it wouldn’t be unexpected for the dinosaurs & humans to live together in harmony, for just this one day.

then again, humans aren’t exactly known for their common sense & self control. so.

any dinosaurs you can think of ( + your pterosaurs because they might as well be dinosaurs ) can be found in dc for this day of fun! this might include, but is certainly not limited to the :

t-rex, pterodactyl, spinosaurus, brontosaurus, diplodocus, triceratops, chicken, velocoraptor, stegosaurus, & brachiosaurus!

QUICK HOUSEKEEPING :

please be sure to TAG ALL MINIEVENT THREADS as something similar to ‘hwminievent5′, ‘hw dinopocolypse’, ‘mini event’, ‘my dinosaur adventure’, something that makes it clear that these threads are taking place during the event!

please, please, please tag all triggers. if a thread feels like it is getting too intense, remember to use a read more. we will be monitoring threads and messaging about triggers. A REFRESHER FOR THOSE IS RIGHT HERE

this is supposed to be a fairly chill event, so if you plan on using this event to kill off or majorly injure your character, please DO message the main first as per our usual rules!!

we will be offering ONE FREE STARTER FOR EACH WRITER, not each character, just as we always do!! that is only for saturday the 1st!

unlike our full events, you DO NOT have to put other threads on hold! this is another minievent so it is not mandatory for anyone to participate in, so you’re more than welcome to continue on as normal!

again, just have fun & go wild! please feel welcome to get creative with this & and we hope this means you stop askin– i mean, that your characters like this once-in-a-lifetime chance to live with friendly-ish dinosaurs! we can’t wait to see what you all do with this! please do not hesitate to ask any questions that may arise & let us know if you need help! with that all said, as always, PLEASE LIKE THIS WHEN YOU HAVE READ IT ALL! ♥

#hwminievent5 #hw: event #hw: ooc #hw: admin

[jujumin-translates]

Event | 5th Anniversary: The Way Back Home | Chapter 4 - Winter Planet Story

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Guide: We have various rocket components on display over here. And on display over there, we have…

Homare: Ooh…! They’re much larger than I imagined.

Homare: Each component is so large, yet they are only but a small piece of the whole thing.

Tasuku: I guess you would need all these parts to move an aircraft that big.

Homare: Of course. I wonder if they have exhibits over there, as well.

Tsumugi: Seeing the real thing really helps give you a better idea of what the spaceship on stage looks like, doesn’t it?

Guy: I agree. I had only been imagining it as being technology from the distant future, but now being shown it in this way, I can picture it more clearly.

Guide: The fuselage of this rocket is approximately 50 meters long. This component is the rocket’s…

Tsumugi: I see… I’ll make a note of that.

Guy: This is very informative.

Tsumugi: I wonder if Ao and Suguri had study sessions like this for their own spaceship.

Guy: I like to think they have. Both of them are diligent and would surely have been willing to participate in something like that.

Tsumugi: …

Tsumugi: What would Ao and Suguri do after…

Guy: Hm?

Tsumugi: Ah, I’m sorry.

Tsumugi: I started imagining things while listening to the story about the rocket and ended up getting sidetracked thinking about the performance.

Tsumugi: I was just wondering what Ao and Suguri would’ve done after everything.

Guy: After the story of the space performance?

Guy: In the latter part of the story, the Space Police surrounded the FORTF ship and arrested its members, but it’s unlikely that they caught all of them.

Guy: I’m sure that Ao and Suguri would keep after them until they figure out the truth of FORTF and solve the case surrounding them.

Tsumugi: I think so too.

Tsumugi: Just like we love MANKAI Company and theater, I’m sure that Ao and Suguri loved their universe too.

Guy: Yes… that’s why I’m certain they’d never forgive any entity that threatens their universe.

Tsumugi: To solve the case and to protect the universe…

Guy: No matter how far they have to go, they’ll keep chasing after FORFT until they definitively catch them.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I was thinking the same thing. It’s like we read each others’ minds.

Guy: Hah, I suppose so.

Tsumugi: I’ll make a note of what we just talked about.

Guide: Well then, allow me to guide you to the next corner.

Tsumugi: Ah, it’s time for us to move on. …Wait, huh? Where did everyone else…

Guy: Hmm, I see no sign of them. I wonder if they went on without us.

Guy: In the meantime, let’s move on as well.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Homare: Ooh, I wonder what this component could be? Its unique shape has piqued my interest.

Homare: Ah! These blueprints… What could they possibly be?

Tasuku: Oh, so this is where you wandered off to.

Homare: Hm? Are you interested in this exhibit as well, Tasuku-kun?

Tasuku: Not really. I came looking for you, Arisugawa.

Tasuku: I was listening to the guide when I saw you wandering off by yourself.

Tasuku: I figured you’d come back eventually, but then you never did, so I came to find you.

Homare: Oh, my apologies. I was completely engrossed in the exhibits.

Tasuku: A guide is called a guide for a reason, you’re supposed to let them guide you. God…

Homare: That is beside the point, dear Tasuku-kun! Take a look at this! What could these blueprints possibly be for?

Tasuku: Hah? …They’re probably for a rocket engine.

Homare: I see! Now that you mention it, I am able to see that from its figure.

Homare: Hmmm…

Homare: Aha!

Tasuku: Let me guess, you’ve been struck with poetic inspiration?

Homare: That was supposed to be my line, Tasuku-kun!

Homare: It’s true, I was struck with poetic inspiration, but… I was also thinking about my own ideas for the contents of the spin-off while observing the exhibit.

Homare: Both Grimm and Varg can be ruthless in their judgment, but that is rooted in the justice they believe in. In other words--.

Tasuku: Grimm and Varg would continue to pursue FORTF until the very end.

Homare: Precisely. I thought about that as I listened to the guide talk about the parts of the rocket and their history. It was all made possible by the strong will of the people who desired to go to space.

Homare: I am certain that both of them had that kind of strong will, despite their differences.

Tasuku: …I think we’re the same way.

Homare: You think I am that way as well?

Tasuku: …Well, we have been through a lot together.

Homare: Fufu, that is true.

Tasuku: Tch, that’s enough of that. For now, let’s just move on. Everyone else has already gone on without us.

Homare: Aha! I just thought of the most amazing galaxy poem! Ahem, spaceships flying, dressed up among the stars…

Tasuku: I’m leaving.

*Footsteps*

Homare: Wait! Tasuku-kun! Are you even listening to me!?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Hisoka: …

Azuma: Hisoka, there you are.

Hisoka: …I went the wrong way. That’s how I ended up here.

Hisoka: I was gonna try to find my way back, but I didn’t know where to go… and then I got kinda tired, so I just stayed here.

Hisoka: Did you go the wrong way too, Azuma?

Azuma: No. I noticed you weren’t there, so I came looking for you.

Hisoka: Really? Thanks.

Azuma: Fufu, you’re welcome.

Hisoka: …

Azuma: …

Hisoka: I wonder why people decided to go to space.

Azuma: I think it’s because they wanted to know what kind of place space is.

Hisoka: Weren’t they scared?

Azuma: I’m sure they were.

Azuma: But I’m sure their desire to know outweighed their fear.

Azuma: That’s why so many people poured all their wisdom and enthusiasm into going to space.

Azuma: This launch pad, the rockets on display, the history behind them all… They were all made possible because of people like that.

Azuma: That’s what the guide said, at least.

Hisoka: …I see.

Hisoka: …I think I understand that a bit too.

Azuma: Is that so?

Hisoka: Yeah. When I didn’t have my memories, I was actually afraid to remember what I had been doing.

Hisoka: Even so, I still remember wanting to know just a little bit, I think.

Hisoka: I was really scared, but everyone in Winter Troupe gave me the push I needed to get through it.

Azuma: I see. So that’s why.

Hisoka: …Maybe Marine and Murasaki wanted to know the truth of everything too.

Azuma: Maybe that’s why they were working together.

Hisoka: Yeah. Marine might’ve been too scared to find out about A12 by himself.

Hisoka: That’s why, I’m sure that--.

Guide: And over here is the rocket’s launch pad.

Azuma: Ah, that’s the guide’s voice. Looks like we’re back on track.

Hisoka: Maybe I was right to just stay where I was.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tasuku: …Well, that sure was uncoordinated.

Tsumugi: Ahaha… we did kind of end up splitting up into three separated groups at the space center, didn’t we?

Azuma: But we did get a chance to think about the contents of the spin-off.

Hisoka: Yeah.

Tasuku: That’s not the point.

Homare: Although we were all separated, it was fascinating to hear all the different stories and see the various things in real life at the space center.

Guy: Yes, I learned much more about space from it. It was quite the valuable experience for this training camp, wasn’t it?

Tasuku: I mean, I guess that’s true, but still.

Azuma: The sky is starting to get darker.

Tsumugi: I’m sure the stars look beautiful around here.

Guy: …My apologies, I hope you don’t mind if we take a slight detour.

Hisoka: Detour?

Homare: I don’t have any problem with it. Is there somewhere you’d like to go in particular?

Guy: …To the sea.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Hisoka: …Cold.

Tsumugi: Fufu, just like when we came to the sea during the winter before.

Homare: It’s a default place for us to go as Winter Troupe.

Azuma: …The stars really are pretty.

Tasuku: Yesterday, Guy-san and I were driving around and checking out the way to the space center.

Tasuku: On the way there, we found this seaside park, and I said that we could probably see how beautiful the stars are from here at night.

Tasuku: They’re exactly like I thought they’d be.

Guy: I think so too. …It truly is a pretty starry sky.

Hisoka: …Ah, a shooting star.

Homare: Where?

Hisoka: There.

Tsumugi: Ah, I see it. Umm, let me get my phone…

*Camera clicks*

Tasuku: …Did you get it?

Tsumugi: I think I got it, but…

Guy: It’s quite blurry.

Azuma: It looks like just a streak of light.

Tasuku: Tch. Give me that.

*Camera clicks*

Tasuku: There.

Tsumugi: Thank you. You really captured how pretty it is. That’s incredible.

Tsumugi: I’m sure the Space Police wanted to protect this beautiful view, too.

Tasuku: I don’t think they were alone in that.

Guy: But I’m certain they wanted to protect the peace of the entire universe.

Homare: To each their own justice.

Tsumugi: I talked it over with Guy-san, and we agreed that we’re certain that they’d continue to pursue FORTF even after everything.

Tasuku: Arisugawa and I thought the same thing.

Hisoka: You guys too? Azuma and I talked about the same kinda thing.

Azuma: Fufu, even though we ended up separated, we all thought about the same thing.

Tsumugi: I remember when we first got the scripts for the space performance. I was so excited to read it that I got completely caught up in it right away.

Azuma: I like the story of the play very much too.

Homare: I as well.

Guy: Yes, I like it too.

Hisoka: I also like it.

Tasuku: Same here.

Tsumugi: I love… we all love the space performance’s story and the Space Police so much.

Tsumugi: That’s why I want to act it all out until the end. Until the end of the battle of the Space Police.

Tsumugi: I’m sure that these roles won’t be finished until FORTF is caught.

Azuma: I think so too.

Hisoka: Yeah.

Tasuku: Looks like we figured out the contents for our spin-off.

Guy: And in the end, we all really were thinking the same thing. It’s like we were fated to think that from the beginning.

Homare: We do have a shared fate, after all.

Tasuku: I like that phrase.

Tsumugi: Fufu, I like it too.

Hisoka: …By the way, Tsumugi, shouldn’t you report to the Director?

Tsumugi: Ah, I forgot about that!

Tsumugi: Okay, I’ll send her a LIME.

Azuma: That sounds goods.

Tasuku: Make sure you don’t make any typos.

Tsumugi: Hey, I know that already.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

*LIME Start*

Tsukioka Tsumugi: Our training camp went really well, Director.

Tsukioka Tsumugi: We really are just theater geeks, through and through.

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#a3! #a3! translation #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #guy

[hootsifer-darling]

Gonna get personal for a sec, I've been in a car for 7< hours and the mind does wander. I'm just thinking about how, for the one summer I stayed with him after turning 18, my dad was pathologically incapable of just letting me exist and do my own thing. Every decision I made was questioned and commentated on, down to going outside for my nightly before bed walk. "Really, are you sure you need to do that? Why? oookayy I guess." I was put through the wringer just asking for the house security codes so alarms wouldn't start screaming if I so much as walked down the stairs (there were door alarms and movement sensors on the first floor, and later cameras were installed literally everywhere, it was insane. Not outside btw, inside, explicity for monitoring US). I had to ask for those codes btw, they weren't offered up as being part of the household; he wanted us caged and monitored, and anything I ever asked for was treated as some huge imposition.

Then there was the time I sprained my ankle at an open gym and wanted to call out of work and he treated that like the most insane propostion ever. 'No you can't call out of work?? Your ankle is fine don't be ridiculous.' And after I called out boy did he lay on the passive aggression. 'You really shouldn't have done that, your bosses will be so let down, etc.' Anyway I limped up and down the stairs to get all my food for several days. Every day he was like 'ankle still bother you huh,' so incredulous like I was faking it out of laziness.

Oh and then there was the whole thing where I was forced to conform to their 5/6 am wakeup schedule, which I fucking did for over a month. I would zombie walk downstairs, have some cereal, and then camp on the couch and watch TV with headphones on my computer, present and unobtrusive. I found a way to do something my body and brain was wired not to and even found some joy in the routine. But even that wasn't enough, eventually the demands started that I lose the TV and "participate" with the family, despite the fact that they were basically all doing the same thing. God forbid I did something he wanted on my own terms.

So anyway that was around the halfway point of the summer and although I couldn't put my finger on what it was I started to notice I was being forced to do an awful lot of stuff I didn't want to and was actively impeding my enjoyment of day to day life. So I started sleeping in, letting my body do its thing. I was forcibly awakened a few times by various means, the most sinister of which was turning "wake Adam up" into a game for the 7 and 3 year olds for about a week before he finally accepted defeat on that particular battle. Maybe I started locking my door idk.

Anyway things got progressively worse over the next month as I started planting my feet on various things I felt didn't make sense, and as it turns out questioning a narcassist's authority is a fast-track to getting kicked out for being disrespectful lol. Not gonna go into that whole day but after that I finally decided that being there made me feel bad and I should probably leave. I didn't even start unpacking the events of that summer for two years. I had to quit the job I'd been at for about 3 months which was a very embarassing and stressful thing to do for the first job I'd ever had, but I said my "home situation wasn't working" and the managers all understood and one even told me very earnestly "go be happy Adam" which remains one of the most profoundly kind things anyone has ever said to me.

My dad's favorite thing to say ever since moving to Florida was always "well you can always come live with us" (a fucked up thing to say to the pre teens you abandoned), but when I finally gave it a try boy did he make sure it was so miserable that it only lasted 4 months and none of us ever tried it again.

But to end this on a more positive note I'm really proud of myself for deciding to leave even though in the moment I wasn't sure why I was so unhappy, I just knew that I was and that I could leave, so I did, and I think that was pretty huge of me. And also pretty metal to pin my resignation on him: "sorry I have to quit, I tried living with my dad and it's just not working." Considering he made me cry on the way to my interview for said job I think it was only fair.

#that was more than a sec lol #turned into a bit of a rant #I think this is gonna go on the sideblog actually #personal #rants #cw: trauma dump

[adultswim2021]

Robot Chicken: “Robot Chicken: Star Wars” | June 17, 2007 - 10:00PM | Special

You know what? Sometimes you just start a write-up and hope for the best. It’s a shame I don’t like this show, because I feel like an enthusiastic fan of it would really make a meal out of pointing out the various parodies and references and inside jokes and stuff. The fact of the matter is, I mostly detest this show. I’m sorry. I’m not the man for this particular job. Were I offered to participate in the writing of an episode-by-episode guide to Adult Swim (ahem), the publisher would be wise to get somebody else to write the Robot Chicken episodes. But I’m doing it here anyway, as a way to mark the fact that yes, I did indeed watch this.

I’ve actually sat through this before. I don’t remember why or how I saw this the first time around. BUT: I remember I did make a point to copy the official retail DVD of this special for my archives, back when the notion of having every Adult Swim show, no matter how bad or unmemorable, on DVD, in a case, sometimes with printed-out artwork to go with it, sitting on my shelf next to other Adult Swim shows of varying quality and legality, among my greater home video collection, was important to me.

For some reason I decided to watch this one, even though combining Robot Chicken with Star Wars would be like combining dog shit with human shit. I think I was so perturbed by the idea that a single 22-minute long special getting its own DVD release with it’s own inflated MSRP that it sent shivers down my spine. I thought, huh, maybe the extras make it all worth it? In fact, I remember watching this with VIDEO COMMENTARY. I was just that morbidly curious. I don’t have that DVD(-R copy) at my disposal anymore. I have HBOMax, though, so I decided to watch it on there.

So… these Star Wars specific parody specials all sure seemed to pop up around the same time, huh? What was the deal with that? Shortly after this there were the Family Guy ones. Okay, so I’m regurgitating stuff RedLetterMedia videos have already beaten into the ground, so sue me. But it’s sorta no secret that stuff like the Star Wars trilogy Special Editions being released in the mid-90s were part of a shrewd business move to not only keep the trilogy relevant, but also go generate income for LucasFilm, which is basically a one-trick space pony. It’s also the reason the prequels exist, and it’s the reason, I gather, these exist. But with these specials George Lucas doesn’t have to make a new movie or sit around approving a new sound mix for a home video re-release. He just asks these hip shows that his son likes (probably) to make extended-length Star Wars specials, perhaps take a cut, and then rest easy that that the trilogy is probably going to sell 20% more copies on blu-ray because stoners were reminded they existed over and over again.

I can’t find proof of this, but: It is my personal theory that George Lucas asked the producers of Robot Chicken and Family Guy to make these specials. When you read the wiki about the background of this special, it seems to indicate that Lucas called the Robot Chicken boys in for a meeting, and that they were “granted permission” to so a special. This is usually described with a story where the creators in question are genuinely nervous that the reason they are being called into this meeting is to get yelled at for the show’s previous Star Wars spoofs and goofs. But to their surprise and elation: turns out George really likes them! WOW!

That sequence of events as described seems odd. Seth MacFarlane’s story comes off a tad false, completely ignoring the precedence set by Robot Chicken, also with the same feigning that they were nervous that their previous jokes about Star Wars may have stepped on LucasFIlm’s toes. Also LucasFilm must’ve had a relationship with Cartoon Network, since they produced both Clone Wars series for Cartoon Network. Also: George Lucas is IN this fucking thing! 

Okay, fuck it: I am barely going to talk about the content of this episode. Because I don’t really care. How much can you say about a comedy special that focuses on one topic, and it’s one topic you don’t really like that much, and none of the sketches make you laugh? I’ll give you some basic information: Most of the episode is new material. Most of it is pretty well done, actually, as far as animation and design and stuff goes. I sense a slightly higher production value, but maybe I’m imagining things, or was seduced by the letterbox bars present in some sketches (but not others [!]). But lord, nothing made me laugh. This just isn’t for me. 

Pretend I did an “Ephemera Corner” for this: when the special aired, it actually aired a few times throughout the night sandwiched between regular episodes of Robot Chicken, and included little video segments of the Robot Chicken boys hosting it all. I sorta remember them over-bullying Matthew Senreich with  horseplay. He probably deserves it! He is almost 50 years old! He disgusts me!

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #robot chicken

[lulupen2023]

Bells' secret diary 1/7

So far on ao3 this has been an epic fail, so let's try here, too:

this fic was born thanks to a challenge in an Italian group: choose a character and go introspective writing his diary. Two rules: it must start with a 1st April and it can't have more than seven entries. So... guess which is the character I picked up?

whichever could be the pairing then? ;P

it's 1992, welcome to Teignmouth: Summary:

What if Matthew kept a secret diary since his very first meeting with Dominic till the birth of Muse and all its consequence? And what if said diary wasn’t just about music? This work participates to the 'FirstApril' challenge of the group @Non solo Sherlock - FB multifandom events group

Disclaimer: I don't own/know Muse, least of all Matthew Bellamy (but it's fun trying to get inside his young, bwilliant head, lol), it's all totally invented (save for what it's true in Wiki, articles, interviews and books) and I earn less than nothing from it And, of course, the title of this fic is taken from the lyrics of the beautiful 'Unintended' by Muse I: 1st April 1992

Teignmouth, My house, 1st april 1992

If I write it then it’ll come true: I, Matthew James Bellamy, will have a band with worldwide success! Huh, did I say 'worldwide'? Planetarium, we will be the first band to play on the Moon!

After all, with you I can allow myself to talk big, right? You are my diary, starting from today, because I have decided so.

Finally what I thought was a useless gift from my brother Paul last Christmas makes sense.

You will be my confidant, dear Diary, that's what average people call you most of the time isn't that? I will tell you all my deepest thoughts.

And I'm just starting today because something epic happened.

I've been playing the guitar for a few years, the piano for practically more than half of my life and I'm still not part of any band, not stable at least... but today something has changed.

I mustered up the courage to go to Dominic Howard, who is so popular and can play so well, both drums and guitar.  

I've been so stupid for all these months, blocked by bloody prejudices that have turned out to be unfounded: I thought he was an arrogant, that he liked to show off, that he would be extra elusive ... but no, he's the most available and kindest person in the world.

I asked him if he could give me some guitar lessons to improve myself, I was sure he would refuse, but not only did he accept, with a big smile, (I'm starting to believe that boy always smiles and risks dazzling you when he does, next time I'll I'll meet him wearing sunglasses!) but he also said that he just needs one more guitarist for his band, Carnage Mayhem, isn't that a really cool name? And so, in a way, now I can consider it my band too, don't you think?

Well yeah, it's not like he's said yes yet, he just said he's looking for another member and he'll audition for me tomorrow after school... a real audition, like professional musicians, so cool! But I will try all my very best, he must understand that I am the right element to complete the band!

You know, I'm generally a cosmic pessimist about everything, but this time I allow myself the luxury of expressing some optimism and already consider myself one of them.

So… yes, let me say it: I will be part of a band, but this time in a serious way, I'm sure it will last!  

Today is the beginning of something important, I feel it.

Now I have to stop here.

Dominic said he's starting guitar lessons today and he's on his way here and I can't leave my room in total chaos, it’s already more than enough the one in my mind, but at least I can rearrange the room.

You know, Dominic is… I don't think I've ever seen a guy like that… he's blond, yes, but he's really sunny in his own attitude! Oh God… his hair is so long that… maybe he's gay, maybe I'll grow it too, to make him feel less uncomfortable! Arghh what am I doing? I said I had to stop writing to you, there's a devastated room waiting for me!

#fic writer #fanfiction #fanfic #young belldom #belldomfic #belldomfanfic #young Matthew Bellamy #young Dominic Howard #personal diary #dear dairy #first pov #early days #Muse before becoming Muse #first meeting #Teignmouth #friendship #slow burn

[dianagj-art]

i love your fem! hiccup art!!! could you talk more about the betrothal au?? (specifically hiccup and asher)

THANK YOU!! And YES!! What haven't I got to say about these two idiots

Basically the two had have a crush on eachother since they were young teens, so like on the first httyd movie events. None said anything. Asher was the one who tried to mave a move later on (aka. The kiss at the end of the movie, the kiss on Snoggletog, and the kiss on one of the riders of Berk/defenders of Berk episode, I don't remember whitch one) but Hiccup never did anything else but blush bc basically she just thought Asher was being cocky. He was not.

As time passed and they grew to be friends, their crushes got kinda forgoten until rtte events. Asher is the first one to relize his feelings, Hiccup is too oblivious to notice her own feelings. And Asher is now trapped in your typical "I don't want to say anything bc it would ruin our friendship" situation, except he does tries a few times pre-events of the fanfic. But Hiccup either gets distracted by a dragon or just Asher's words goes over her head and doesn't get is an actual confession.

For the games, Berkians are going to introduce Dragon Racing to the other tribes atending, and to a new-ish way to play it, where instead of 5 dragons it's 5 teams playing, so it's more riders on the sky, more dangerous, and also more fun. The gang were going to compete, and Asher had already made up his mind to tell Hiccup how he feels and ask her out after they win.

But this never happens, bc since her hand is being "offered" on the games, she is not allowed to play. And she tells her friends she is not going to participate in any game and gives no other explanation. Its not until Stoick anounces that her hand is being played for that they know why she had been acting strange the last few days.

And Asher enters in a panic. A few of other Hooligans apoint themselves for her hand, (from a group that's a few years older than them), they had already been told that the other tribes are bringing their own suitors and my boy Asher raises up to win her hand too. (that's pretty much how the fic starts)

But Hiccup is too mad with the whole situation to notice "huh, maybe those things he had said where we are alone had a deeper meanng to it" or "wait, he likes me?" and instead just thinks that every single person that is going to play for her hand is just an oportunist who wants an status bust. After all, she is the next chief of Berk, and whoever maries her, will get that title too.

And some of them are doind it just for the status it'll give them, but some other are acutally people who like her. But we are not talking about them.

With Asher, things are a little more complicated, and her anger goes stronger. Because he is her friend and how dares him doing this??? To her!!! He knewher feelings to an agranged maridge like this!! All the gang did! And now he's doing one of the things she spites the most!!!

Anyways Hiccup is pissed, Asher thinks he fucked up and she'll be mad with him for life.

Things happen and Hiccup, the other heirs of the tribes, the gang and the rest of the suitors are strandled alone on a broken ship, without dragons, on the Ship Graveyard. All courtesy of Viggo.

As they try to get out of there and have their dragons back, Hiccup finally gets to actually spend time with the suitors and to know them. She realices she was wrong about some of them, and even when the time was short, she got to know A LOT about them.

Then the adults show up, and they gater to make a better plan to get the dragons. Hiccup and Stoick have a talk alone, Hiccup tells him some of the boys aren't actually so bad and spends some time just talking about them, some good things some bad things then…

Hiccup rants about how in the last day he keept her focused on what was important, and supported her on her desitions, but didn't shy away to argue. But when everyone started to see who was in charge (since the other heirs of the other tribes were also there) he stood at her side with no hessitation, even when she was the younger of the heirs and with less training.

And with that is when realization finaly hits her. "It has to be Asher" she tells Stoick and he tries to calm her, bc now she is ranting on how good Asher could be for the "spot" but also bc she starts to realice Asher probably had feelings for her since before. And she gets very insistent on why it has to be him

And the rest is a surprise for when i actually get to write the fic :3

#fem hiccup #fem hiccup au #httyd genderbend #httyd fanart #httyd fanfic #betrothal au #httyd au #hiccup haddock #stoick the vast #asher hofferson #male astrid #astrid hofferson #asks #SORRY IF THERE'S ANY TYPOS OR MISTAKES I WROTE THIS ON MY PHONE AT 3 AM #dg asks #dg art #dg fanart #dg comics

[drakenology]

pacify her - bakugo x reader

“...but was he yours if he wanted me so bad?”

author’s note: this baby's for the decadence collab. - thank you to @sugawara-sweetheart​ for allowing me to participate in your lovely event. i hope you and everyone else enjoys! 

warnings: smut, mutual pining, infidelity, cum, unprotected sex, perv bakugo?, male masturbation, fantasizing about reader, car sex... filthy car sex, light degradation

Your relationship with Katsuki was far from appropriate. Especially since he was already spoken for. Yep, Katsuki and your best friend had been dating for a few months now much to your dismay. Still, the chemistry you two had was so natural. You talked so fluidly, conversations flowing like water since you had so many things in common unlike her. You totally called dibs on him. You just hoped your friend would respect you enough to avoid him. Ha. 

She started flirting with him right in front of you, dangling him in front of your face like a treat for a puppy. When she kissed him, she marked her territory for good so it seemed. 

But even after they started seeing each other, Bakugo’s interest in you never faltered. His eyes always followed your curves when you came over his girl friend’s house for game night, ass begging to be groped and spanked sore. He flirted with you slyly from time to time, winking at you behind his girlfriend’s back or grabbing your hips when he needed to get by you- his crotch somehow finding its way to your ass to brush against it. He wanted you and he always made that so clear with every nibble of his bottom lip as you walked by. 

The attention is why you dressed the way you did. A message of, “This could be all yours” written in every short skirt and high heel you adorned your pretty body in, just further decorating his meal. Oh shit. He almost forgot he had a girlfriend. He just wished he hadn’t fucked his fist to the thought of your tight cunt squeezing his cock snugly, his hot cum oozing from the tip with a hiss and a grunt while she slept peacfully. He wished he hadn’t replaced his girlfriend’s face with yours as he rutted his hips into the soft skin of her ass, imagining he was inside you instead. 

It was game night when your relationship went just a bit too far. Your best friend invited you over to their shared apartment, he of course sitting in the living room pretending to be inconvenienced by the whole thing as usual to not blow his cover. You walk in, looking as scandalous as always, hugging her as you wink behind her back at him - licking your lips to seal the deal.

“So glad you came, Y/N. We have so much to catch up on.” She said, smiling at you genuinely. You smile back with a glint of mischief in your eye. 

“That we do.”

You spend the night with mindless chatter and shitty wine coolers, the ones she always drank. He sat beside her, watching the sports event that was playing on the television with a sigh of disinterest. She gushed about their new apartment and their new life and how their getting a puppy and blah. blah. blah.

All of her irrelevant blabbering went through one ear and out the other as you gawk at her boyfriend with “fuck me eyes”. He was so gorgeous. How’d a basic bitch like her land him? His blonde hair sat in a nuzzled, careless messy atop his head. Crimson eyes that grabbed you by the throat and told you to take it like a good girl. His body was sex itself. All you could think about were the absolutely raunchy thing you wanted to do to him right now.

“I-I’m gonna run to my car real fast, okay? I’ll be right back.” You say, flustered. Your best friend sends you away with a jovial response, you grabbing your keys and walking outside to your car. Once you unlock your car, you fan yourself, your thoughts overtaking you more than you thought. It all happened so fast as you leaned back into the seat, hiked up your leg onto the steering wheel and shoved your hands down your panties from under your skirt. Your other hand catches your breast, pinching and playing with your nipple as you cry out his name. 

“Katsuki..” 

It was like he was summoned. Your movements halt with the sound of abrupt tapping on the window of the passenger’s seat. And there he stood outside under the warm glow of the street light above him, his bottom lip caught under his teeth at the sight of you playing with that pretty pussy of yours. You sit there for a while before opening the door and letting him in. He grabs your wrist and sucks on your fingers, savoring your sweetness with a groan. 

“Been waitin’ to get my hands on you.” He grunts before kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips. 

And that’s how you ended up under him, your legs hitting the ceiling as his cock plunged deep inside your aching cunt. 

“Dirty fuckin’ whore. Getting off to me and your friend’s just inside, huh? You’re fuckin’ sick.” He smirked, licking his thumb before flicking your swelled clit with a groan, eyes closing in bliss when he feels you clamp down on him. You cover your mouth as if the whole neighborhood could hear your whorish screams, the car rocking back and forth with rusty squeaks as Katsuki demolished you. He suddenly disconnects himself from you, slapping your thigh and telling you to bend over. 

Of course you flip your ass right ‘round, lowering your pretty pussy onto his cock with a drawn out whine. Katsuki meets your ass with his hips, his thrusts deep and purposeful. It was beautiful. 

“Shit.. you fuck your girlfriend like this?” You mutter, your hands supporting your balance against the window as you back your ass up on him, attempting to fuck him back by matching his brutal thrusts. 

“Heh.. Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teases, smacking the ass he’s been wanting to smack since he laid eyes on you. You cry out, your nails digging into the interior of your car as he took you. Katsuki’s own noise was muffled as he leaned into your shoulder, nibbling on the skin of your neck to leave marks all over it, not thinking of or caring of the consequences.

“I-I’m about to cum, Katsuki. Yes!” You gripe, his hands finding their way to your breasts to squeeze them, savoring every part of your body. 

“Tha’s it baby, cum on my dick. Cum on my fuckin’ dick.” He encouraged, his hips snapping to finish the job as his own release come near. Your cunt hugged him tightly as you came, Bakugo following right behind you as he pulled out, glazing your ass cheeks in his hot cum after fucking his fist a few times. You both pant aloud, drinking in the high you both shared as your hands wipe the sweat from your brow. Then it dawns on you. You really just fucked your best friend’s boyfriend and honestly, you were ready for any consequences that came with that. You hum as you feel Katsuki’s hands soothe your thighs, asking if you’ve got a couple napkins to clean you up until another hard tap on the glass freezes you both in place. 

“Are you FUCKING kidding me?!” 

#bnha smut #bakugo smut #kirishima smut #denki smut #bnha fanfiction #decadance collab 💗 #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha fic #bnha kirishima #bnha bakugo katsuki

[blackbat05]

I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic) 

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic! 

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack. 

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing. 

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical. 

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying? 

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world. 

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’ 

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’ 

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life. 

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’ 

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’  

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading! 

#shang chi #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shangqi imagine #katy shang chi #shang chi x reader #shangqi #simu liu

[bestiesenpai]

firsts with fushiguro megumi

Sushiguro is here lads! To do what? Simp! How much? Badly! When? Now! Femme pronouns purely so I can use the term ‘big sis’

TW: blood(but it’s very brief), drinking too

First meeting

When Fushiguro came to Tokyo Tech, he knew there’d be other students there, older than him and his same age

He went into the school with no particular intention of dating any of his classmates, or really dating anyone to be honest

But then, why does he find a third year so cute? He wasn’t here for any of that, it wasn’t Rupauls best friend race!

He hasn’t even said a word to you and you’re already capturing his heart, and really all you’re doing is talking to Inumaki and the other second years, laughing with them and just hanging out before any lessons start

He doesn’t realize he’s scowling and glaring right at you in his attempts to figure out his feelings until you come up to him with an annoyed look on your face

“Hey, any reason you’re fucking staring at me like that?” You spit, one hand on your hip and the other pointing at him.

“What?” He says it harder than he wants to, his brows raising up slightly. He was staring at you? You seemed mad too, what was he supposed to do? 

“Sorry.” The answer must not have been good enough for you because you let out a grunt.

“That’s all you have to say, you little creep?”

“(Y/N), don’t get so worked up.” Maki tries to calm you down, but you push her away.

“No, I wanna know why he was staring at me like that. Do you have a problem with me, first year? We’ve never even met before, so what’s your deal?”

Shit. Shit this was really bad and only getting worse.

“I-I didn’t mean to.”

“Well you did, so explain yourself.” You reply immediately, scaring him more. Crossing your arms over your chest, you cock your head to the side. “Well? You gonna answer or what?”

How was he supposed to explain that he was looking at you because he thought you were pretty and he wanted to talk to you but he was too nervous?

“I uh-” Clearing his throat, Megumi’s eyes bounced to his upperclassmen. None of them were trying to calm you down anymore and they actually seemed a little scared themselves.

“Speak up.” Snapping your fingers at him, you got closer, almost bursting Megumi’s personal bubble.

“You’re pretty.” He squeaks out, flinching at the way you raise your eyebrow. “Woah!” With one sweep of your legs he’s sent tumbling to the ground and onto his back.

“Fuck off and stay away from me, you weirdo.” Stepping on his stomach, you walk on top of him and out of sight to the dorms. Megumi lays there, staring at the sky in silence with his hands clutching his abdomen.

“Sorry about (Y/N), she can be a little testy.” He’s being helped up by Panda, with Inumaki standing just off to the side.

“(Y/N).” He says your name quietly, looking at the place you’d just disappeared to. Royally fucking up your first meeting, he’d have to fix your relationship with him sooner rather than later.

First hangout

After that fateful day, Fushiguro doesn’t see much of you because, you’re actively avoiding him

And when he does see you, you always make the comment that your day just got ten times worse from just having him in your vicinity

It hurt to have you say those things, especially because Fushiguros crush on you hadn’t diminished at all

He saw the way you were with others and it made him yearn to be a part of that

He’s also gotten his ass beat a few more times for somehow always being caught staring at you and Gojo laughs every time, even video taped it to laugh at later

The only time you actually hang around him - and not of your own accord - is before the goodwill event with Kyoto. Since you’re not allowed to participate, you’ve been tasked with helping him train

And it’s not going very well...could this even be considered a hangout?

“That makes five, shitty-guro.” It’s the fifth time you’ve knocked him into the dirt with just your fists. It’s in Megumi's mouth, the taste of the dirt, and he feels its grit between his teeth. His arms shake hard as he forces himself up to all fours and then to his feet.

“O-one more time.” There’s a cut above his eye that’s started to trickle blood into his line of sight and he hastily wipes it off. Fighting you reminds him of his fight with Todo, how overwhelming it was to be on the receiving end of the onslaught of attacks.

“Really? You must have a fucking pain kink or something, sicko.” Spitting on the ground, you roll your neck and take your stance, fists in front of you and feet spread apart. “But let’s see what you got.”

Megumi doesn’t think when he comes after you this time. Before, he’d tried to make calculated moves that would all just end in his defeat. You were either too quick for him to execute them or you’d already thought two steps ahead and dodged.

As your fist just barely misses breaking his nose, Megumi does manage to tackle you onto the ground. There’s a brief tumble and he can’t exactly make odds or ends of the world, but he rolls you on the ground and manages to pin your arms and legs to your side.

“Ha...I did it.” It’s all he can think to say, stupidity flashing across his brain at how dumb he sounds. You wiggle underneath him, quickly giving up and settling onto the dirt.

“Okay so hit me.”

“What?”

“Hit me you fucking moron, you’ve barely landed any punches on me this whole time.” Rolling your eyes, you turn your face to the side and squeeze your eyes shut. “Go ahead.” Picking up his fist, Megumi looks at it and at you. It’s true, he’d barely striked you, only landing a few punches by lucky chance.

“I-I can’t.” At least not like this. Although he wasn’t one to believe in pulling punches or going easy during training, he didn’t want to hurt you like that, particularly with you down like this.

“Well I can.”

“Huh?” It happened again, a move he wasn’t prepared for. Arching your back hard, your leg swings up, pushing him up your body but also nailing him in the back of the head with your foot. He lurches forward, part of his leg hitting you in the face.

He’s face down ass up in the air, once again tasting the dirt underneath him. You don’t miss the opportunity to kick him in the ass and make his face drag across the dirt before falling over completely.

“What the hell…” Looking up at the sky in wonder, his face stings from being rubbed so hard, and he sits up slowly. His vision is swimming, but he can see you holding your nose and tilting your head back, blood dripping on your hands.

“You couldn’t punch me in the face, but at least you managed to do some damage.” Your voice is funny with your nose blocked. Scrambling to his feet, Megumi pulls out a handkerchief he has and holds it out to you.

“Here, use this.” You squint at him, eyeing him up with scrutiny. Taking the cloth from him, you lower your head a little and take your hand away. Megumi watches the cloth quickly become crimson, soaked with your blood.

“Thanks shitty-guro.” Turning your back on him, you shrug your shoulder and begin to walk away. “Don’t expect this back, I don’t want you harvesting my DNA to make some weird sex doll clone.” Your words make him chuckle despite the harsh tone you gave them. Megumi stays where he is for a little bit to collect himself before taking a break himself, watching you laugh at seeing Nobara swung around by Panda.

First confession

Fushiguro Megumi had to be completely psycho, because after that training day his mind runs even more rampant with thoughts of you

You stop avoiding him as much now, you still don’t speak directly to him most of the time but if you have to you take the seat next to him if it’s the only one available

But Megumi doesn’t get to fantasize about you as much anymore since you’ve gone ahead and graduated and left him behind(how rude)

Now that he’s in his third year, he’s better at controlling his emotions and whatnot

So when you come around to the school to chat with Gojo or he sees you on missions, he doesn’t stare like he used to and he can have a barely decent conversation with you

And for some increasingly annoying reason, you and Itadori have taken a great liking to each other

It’s like a sibling relationship, Itadori looks at you with sparkling eyes and calls you ‘big sis (Y/N)’, the two of you text each other quite frequently and you’re always willing to put an arm around his shoulder when the two of you are hanging out

“You what?” Megumi stops dead in his tracks in the dorm building hall, utterly stunned by what Itadori just said.

“Hm, you didn’t hear me? I said I have a crush on big sis (Y/N), I want to confess to her.” Itadori says it so plainly that it sounds simple enough. And it really is, he knows Itadori won’t beat around the bush with this, and that’s what makes it that much worse.

“You can’t.” Megumi says before he can help himself.

“Why not?” Now Itadori is looking at him in confusion.

“Be-because I-” It’s too embarrassing to admit outloud. He hasn’t told anyone about his crush on you, it was a secret he’d take to the grave. But that doesn’t mean other people didn’t take notice, he could tell people knew(everyone knew) but they never brought it up.

“Don’t tell me you like big sis too!” With a gasp, Itadori narrows his eyes at Megumi. With a burning face, Megumi nods yes, shame washing over him. “You can’t, she doesn’t even like you.”

“I know!” Throwing his head back, Megumi slams his forehead into the nearest wall and groans loudly. “Believe me, I know.”

“Seriously, this is what you called me here for, Kugisaki?” A fit of giggles erupts behind him and Megumi whips his head to the side, mouth wide open in shock at seeing you and Nobara behind him, a disgusted look on your face while Nobara is laughing.

“Mhmm!” She’s busy trying to hold her laughter in and failing at it.

“Big sis!” Itadori waltzes right up to you and hugs you, receiving a few firm pats on the back. “I don’t really like you like that, Nobara just wanted to see if Fushiguro would admit to his crush on you or not.”

“Don’t worry, I caught on.” Ruffling his hair, you release him from the hug. Sauntering up to Megumi, you flick him in the forehead. “I always knew you were a freak, a little pain freak.” Flicking him again, you sigh and take a step back. “Well since I’m here let’s watch a movie or something, give ol’ shitty-guro a break for once, looks like he needs one.”

“Awesome!” Itadori is already rushing to prepare his room for guests.

“Big sis, will you order takeout from that one place?” Nobara asks, grabbing your hand excitedly.

“Geez, you guys are gonna bleed me dry!” You gripe, and then a sick smile crosses your face. “Good thing I kept Gojos credit card info from the last time he made me order food.”

“Woo!” Bouncing on her heels, Nobara is already rattling off the things she wants to order.

“Let’s go shitty-guro.” Catching him by the collar, you drag him down the hall and to Itadori’s room.

First date

After accidentally confessing, Fushiguro actually feels better now that you know

You don’t immediately start to treat him differently, but the edge in your voice when you speak to him is softer now, less defensive than it used to be

And he was finally able to explain that all those years ago, he had been staring at you because he really did think you were pretty

There’s no time that you hang out together just the two of you, Itadori and Nobara are always around chirping about ‘big sis (Y/N)’ and hanging around

It’s only when there’s an ‘accidental’ mixup in schedules and the both of you end up together at korean bbq, conveniently with Itadori and Nobara both not answering their phones

“Do those idiots really think I don’t know what they’re doing?” You huff across the table, arms crossed and eyes scanning the room. Leaning back in your chair, you can see Megumi pointedly avoiding looking at you.

“We can go if you want.” He says, eyes still trained on the barbecue in the middle of the table. You sigh heavily and Megumi closes his eyes, ready for you to leave almost immediately.

“Nah it’s whatever, we’re here now might as well make the most of it.” Picking up a menu, you point at him with it. “Order whatever you want, big sis (Y/N) will pay for it.”

“Y-you’re not my big sis.” Megumi mumbles as he picks up his menu, instantly regretting what he said.

“No? Then what am I to you?” Your smirk tells him all he needs to know. You want to hear him say it again, confess his feelings and blush like an idiot. And with the way his cheeks were currently burning, you were already halfway there.

“You know what I mean.”

“Hm? I don’t think I do.” Now planting your elbows on the table, you grinned like a fool. “What are you saying, shitty-guro? Do you want me to be more than that?” If you weren’t in public, Megumi would have yelled from embarrassment. But he didn’t get the chance to do anything, as there were two guys approaching your table.

“Can I help you?” Your smile instantly dropped, expression turning as cold as ice as you glared at the two of them. They looked closer to your age, maybe a few years older, with more muscles than Megumi could ever hope to pack onto his lean frame.

“We saw you from our table and were wondering if you wanted to join us? We got plenty of booze and food.” Their attempts at picking you up were laughable, and you did just that, letting out a snort and waving them away.

“Not interested.” Flipping a page on your menu, you go to point at something and talk to Megumi when one of them puts a hand on your shoulder.

“C’mon, ditch your little brother and co- fuck!” Snatching their hand off you, you nearly broke their fingers with how hard you bent them backwards.

“Listen you fucking creeps.” Standing up, you twisted the arm of the man that had touched you. “I’m just trying to enjoy this dumb little date, eat some dumb food and then go the fuck home.”

“Okay! Okay!” He sobbed. The whole restaurant was looking at you now, shock written all over their faces.

“It better be okay, because I won’t hesitate to break your fucking kneecaps if you so much as look at either of us.” Pushing the man away, you let out a huff of air and sat back down.

“So…” Megumi muttered as the two men scrambled away.

“What? Don’t tell me you think I went too far, you know I don’t care.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just…” Wringing his fingers together, Megumi looked at you with a shy grin. “You said we’re on a date?” Your brows shot up in surprise, nearly disappearing into your hairline. That’s right, you’d called it a date. He could see you working over the words you wanted to say, and chuckled when you dropped your head in shame.

“Yeah, maybe I’ve come to like you too. It helps that you stopped being a damn creep and grew up.” Covering your face with your hand, you laughed bashfully. “Yeah, shitty-guro, I got a bit of a crush on you too.” Laughing again, you raised your head and were met with his pink tinged cheeks and shocked mouth.

“Really?” He wasn’t easily stupefied, but hearing you confess to liking him was something he never thought would happen. He didn’t even think you considered him a friend, let alone a love interest.

“Yup.” Taking a drink of your water, you calmed your racing heart. Megumi copied your actions, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I guess I should stop calling you shitty-guro, huh? Megumi?”

“Ach-” He was instantly choking on his water, spitting some of it out onto the table and his lap as he forced his head down. Nearly falling from his chair, his whole face was scarlet and he felt lightheaded. You’d always referred to him by that mean nickname or just his plain last name. Hearing you say his first name made him panic.

“Jeez maybe I won’t say it if this’ll be your reaction every time.” You teased, throwing napkins at him. While he was busy cleaning up, you ordered for the two of you and handed the menus away.

“No! No, you can keep saying it, I was just surprised.” Coughing out the last remnants of water, Megumi straightened up and wiped the tears from his eyes.

“Alright, Megumi.” Saying his name a little sweeter just to tease him, you thanked the waiter when they brought a couple bottles of soju to the table. “Let’s have fun on this date.”

First kiss

Megumi was sure he had alcohol poisoning that night after getting back to the dorms

Who knew one person could drink so much? He also quickly learned that his tolerance for alcohol was quite low, given the many times he threw up in an alleyway while waiting for Ijichi to come and get him

He didn’t need to worry about you stumbling home, by the time he had left you were already climbing into a cab

The next day, he had the worst - and his first - hangover and was incapacitated the whole day, unable to move unless it was to throw up or drag himself to the bathroom

Nobara and Itadori had to make sure he wasn’t actually dead most of the time

When you texted him and asked if he wanted to join a karaoke session with Itadori and Nobara, he almost said no, remembering how your last hangout ended

But he said yes, not wanting to pass on the opportunity, especially considering that you messaged him first

“Woo, big sis!” Nobara cheers as you and Itadori scream some dumb song you barely know the words to, hanging off each other like drunken fools. And you are, or at least Itadori is. You’d supplied the alcohol, the same as the one you’d drank with Megumi earlier, and it was clear to see that it had an effect on everyone around.

“God I’m so bad at singing!” You laugh loudly and breathlessly once the song is over, collapsing right next to Megumi on the couch. Your head had landed near his and he could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks; you weren’t outright drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“Itadori, we’re doing this song!” Nobara hops up, taking the microphone you’d left on the table and standing with Itadori near the TV screen.

“Megumi, drink up.” Flicking the cup in his hand, you take note that it’s still nearly as full as when you first mixed it for him.

“No thanks, I don’t think I can drink after last time.” You laugh at him, a heavy hand landing on his shoulder at his serious tone.

“Really, I scarred you that badly?” Your forehead lands on your hand and Megumi can feel you shaking with every drunken laugh that you let out. He nods, not that you’re paying attention to see. Carefully, he puts the cup down on the table so you don’t accidentally spill it.

“I thought I was going to die.” He says, and it makes you laugh even harder. Trying to sit up properly, your body feels heavier than before and you don’t nearly use enough strength, and you end up falling onto him. “Oh!” Megumi quickly wraps his arms around you to keep you from rolling off the couch, and part of your leg is on top of his.

“Sorry gumi, guess I’m a little drunker than I thought!” That nickname was new, making Megumi’s face flush with painful heat.

“I-it’s okay.” Curtly nodding, he tries to avoid how close your faces actually are to each other. You’re close enough that he could kiss you without moving too much, your breath fanning across his lips and your forehead nearly bumping into his, your head bobbing as you try to keep yourself upright.

“Gumi, we should kiss right now.” Your statement makes a strangled noise come out of his throat, and Megumi takes a quick look at the other two in the room. They’re busy singing and trying to outdo each other on high notes.

“I-”

“Do you want to?” Planting a firm hand into the couch cushions, you push away from him slightly. “It’s okay if you don’t, I won’t pressure you.” You’re already moving away without giving him time to decide.

“I do!” He nearly shouts, slapping a hand on your shoulder to stop you from moving.

“We can wait, it’s fine.” Nodding to yourself, neither you nor Megumi are ready for his next move. Without thinking, he pushes his lips onto yours, tasting the alcohol still fresh on your tongue. He’s clumsy for his first time, unsure of what to do but closing his eyes all the same.

Your hand comes up to rest on his thigh, pushing yourself closer to him. Your mouth opens slightly, tongue coming out to brush his lips and he opens immediately. He can really taste the alcohol now, feeling like he was getting drunk just from the kiss.

“Woo! Big sis (Y/N)! Big sis (Y/N)!” Nobara and Itadori have stopped singing and are now cheering for you as you make out with their best friend and classmate. Letting them go on for a few more seconds, you pull away laughing.

“Will you two shut up?! You’re killing the mood!”

“We are the mood!” Itadori counters, and he dodges the TV remote you throw at him.

“Yeah, this is a big accomplishment!” Nobara grins. The two of them are swaying on their feet, obviously heavily intoxicated and loving every minute of it.

“God.” Slapping your forehead, you turn back to Megumi. “This is the last time I’m giving you guys liquor.”

#jujutsu kaisen #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[softinkshadows]

drunken wrong room encounters w adultrio (x female reader)

Disclaimer: contains some lime-y content! HISOKA

The elevator at Heaven’s Arena dinged softly as its doors opened to the 200th floor. Flushed with a giddy smile on your face, your heart was full from the night’s festivities. Today you scored your 4th win on the 200th floor, and took to a nearby bar afterwards to celebrate. Being one of the only female fighters on the floor, you were swarmed with many fans; you smiled to yourself remembering  the cheers and ruckus from everyone at the bar, hands offering you yet another shot, loud hooting when you downed them all as you found yourself happily egged on to take one too many drinks. Thankfully the corridor was well-lit, if not you’d have trouble finding your way back to your room. You turned the door handle, going inside.  Did I forget to turn off the bathroom light? you wondered absentmindedly, kicking off your shoes. The room smelled a little different - sweeter? There was a scent of damask rose, but you brushed it off. You hummed a small tune as you started to undress yourself for the night, stripping yourself of your pants and outershirts (a little dirtied from the fight earlier) and laying them over the armchair at the room desk, finally only clad in a fitted neoprene tank top and underwear. You sighed a little, steadying yourself with the desk in order to stand up straight when you felt a rush of heat behind you. Strong arms pinned your hands to the desk as you felt the immobilizing weight of another body leaning against you from behind, the scent of roses now wafting heavily close. In your disorientation you felt the texture of a soft bath towel against your butt. “Eh?? Who the hell -” your protests were cut short as the strong limbs flipped you around, maintaining their grip on your wrists. “My, my, it seems like someone went into the wrong room.” A voice purred. You were spun around to face none other than the strongest fighter at Heavens Arena. His striking red hair fell in a damp tangle around his face, still dripping wet from the shower. Your eyes followed the thin trickles of water, as it fell onto his bare, sculpted torso. “Hi-hisoka!” you gasped aloud both in shock at in the embarrassment of the man who was barely clothed and leaning over you on the desk. You felt your face flush with warmth, your head still spinning from the effect of alcohol. He moved closer, golden eyes glinting with mischief, until his face was barely inches away from yours. “I saw your fight earlier, you were.. good,” he emphasized the last word, his lips curling into a smirk. The slight suggestiveness, his piercing eyes, the proximity of his body were enough to make you more flustered, as a strange heat began to pool in your abdomen. “Wait- wh-what is thi- I’m gonna kill y-you,” you stammered incoherently. Hisoka leaned towards your ear. 

“Would you like me to... stop?” he whispered, biting on your ear lobe. “A-ah!” you gasped, feeling a tinge of arousal creeping between your legs. He moved downwards to breathe lightly against your neck. “Yes...” he began, using his tongue to delicately trail your skin, travelling the length from your collarbone to your ear, “or no?” His tongue flicked your ear again. His fingers laced with yours, body pressing into you, the sensation of his tongue making you tremble as you felt the heat between your legs grow. “N-...Ye-..yes,” you struggled to form your words, your mind clouded with a feeling of confusion, irritation and pleasure, along with that heady scent of damask rose.  “Very well.” You heard a chuckle before you felt the world spin a little. Everything was a blur; you being carried bridal style - the lights and airconditioning of the corridor - another door opening and closing - the softness and familiarity of your own bed. You felt exhaustion begin to wash over you, barely making out Hisoka’s chuckled words before he closed the door. “As for a fight... I’ll do you anytime. Come to me when you’re ready, or when you want your clothes back.” ILLUMI “Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your room?” Leorio asked, being the gentleman that he was. It was the 287th Hunter Exam, and you managed to clear the 4th round. Now all the participants who passed were on the airship headed from Zevil Island back to the Hunter’s Association building, and you and Leorio had taken to celebrating with rounds of indulgent drinking. “NAH IM OKAY!” you exclaimed exuberantly, even though you were clearly wasted. “Thanks for, y-your hard work todayyyyyyy, Leoleo!” “It’s Leorio!!” he yelled back, irritated but stifling a laugh, before walking towards the other residential wing of the blimp.  “Room 16...17...ah 18...?” you clambered around unsteadily, before finding the door knob. The room was dark save for a rectangular window on one wall, letting in some shafts of moonlight. The bed looked incredibly inviting after a long and tiring day, especially with the physical strain of the last exam round. White soft sheets and a thick fluffy duvet heaped on the large bed. At least there were some perks for getting this far, you thought. Standing by the side of the bed, you stretched your body in exhaustion and satisfaction. “Tsukaretaaaaa~ (trans: I’m so tired~~)” you breathed, removing all your clothes in one fell swoop, letting them fall noisily to the floor. You weren’t going to bother with a shower now, you could deal with that tomorrow. Now, you just needed some quality rest before you’d be raring to go for the last exam round the day after. You pulled the soft duvet up to your chin, ready to drift into deep sleep. Next to you, on the other side of the bed, something stirred. A soft, displeased voice grumbled, “Hisoka, what is it this time...” Someone got up and was now above you, legs on either side of your waist, forearms bent at right angles and pressed to the bed to hold themselves up. “I thought we agreed...” Illumi trailed off, looking down at the person he thought was in his bed, before realizing he had made a mistake. For a moment, he was stunned. “Huh?” “Haah?” You responded, in a drunken drawl. Through your flushed cheeks, and slightly blurred vision, you saw a beautiful man with deep raven-coloured eyes. Long black hair fell silkily down to the pillow, cascading like a veil over your head. You were vaguely aware of his arms on both sides of you, and the proximity of his body to yours, but it didn’t feel intrusive. There was almost a feline lightness to his features and limbs. You were certain that you’d never seen this man before, at least throughout the hunter exam, and you were so sure that you were dreaming. Illumi turned his head to look at the discarded clothes on the floor, before turning back to you. “Ah..” He then realized the state of you resting in his bed, and his eyes wavered a little, his heart leaping just a bit faster than usual. What should he do? How did years of assassin training not prepare him for this? At this point you had made a move to sit up slightly, the duvet falling a little further around you below your chest. “Um...”  his nimble fingers picking up the duvet to cover your chest, a faint blush dusting his pale cheeks. Enjoying every moment of what you were certain was a dream, you reached up to gently twine your slender fingers in his black hair. “So soft....” you remarked as you felt the strands, your eyes dazzling with awe and inebriation. Your hands made your way to his face, and your fingers moved along his brows, nose, before resting on his cheeks. “So soft~~” you squished his cheeks gently, giggling a little. W-wh-what was that? In a flash, the man above you moved away, and your hands grasped only at air. You sulked out loud a little before falling finally into slumber, letting out a small snore. At the other end of the bed, Illumi was awake, staring at the wall with a strange tingle in his chest, his ears unmistakably red. CHROLLO You’d just about had it. Seething with anger, you pressed your floor button in the hotel lift, leaning back to the wall with your arms crossed. You knew you would have to meet unsavoury people in your job as a reporter, but nothing had readied you for tonight’s event. This gala was attended by the supremely, grossly overpaid upper class, another fundraising event to line the pockets of yet another private trust. The pitiful looks they gave you, their derogatory comments...! Thankfully as part of the job you had a suite in the hotel that hosted the event, and you exploited the complimentary flow of alcohol too... You noticed your suite door ajar, and caught a glimpse of a service cart. Hmph, at least there’s additional room service too, you thought, pushing the door open to enter. The hotel maid caught a glimpse of you, cheeks red from all the wine and champagne, stumbling a little into the suite. Her eyes glanced over towards the master bedroom and back at you, turning embarrassed as if having understood something, before leaving the room hurriedly. 

“ANNOYING RICH PEOPLE!” you yelled to yourself, flinging your shoes near the doorway before collapsing on a large leather sofa. You looked out of the down to floor windows at the glimmering lights of the city, floating hazily before you. You felt one of your dress straps fall past your shoulders, and your black evening gown was already hitched up past your knees, but you didn’t really care. A sound of soft footsteps approached before you saw someone looking down at your lying figure. His black hair fell close to his shoulders, there was a funny cross tattoo on his forehead, his grey eyes piercing and inscrutable. Ah, you remembered him from the gala too, although he was alone most of the time, interacting only with a few select people. Now he had half unbuttoned the vest of his 3-piece suit, and was in the process of loosening his tie. His voice was gentle, but contained a trace of amusement. “Miss, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong room.” “NO YOU’RE IN THE WRONG ROOM!” you yelled in drunken stupor, not even making sense anymore. You sat up disheveled. “PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE ALL THE SAME, LOOKING DOWN ON OTHERS, USING PEOPLE LIKE THEY ARE TOYS AND THEN THROWING THEM AWAY. DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY HUMANITY?” you ranted, not realizing that he had taken a seat on the sofa near you. He propped his head up with one hand resting on the armrest, his eyes twinkling and he gazed at you. Even with his loosened tie, and a dress shirt tucked out, there was something alluring about him, drawing you deeper into an abyss. You couldn’t tell if it was dangerous or just seductive. You didn’t even hear the words you were saying. “AND DAMN YOU AND YOUR GOODLOOKING FACE.” He chuckled to himself, before looking back into your eyes with his steely grey ones.  “And how shall people like me be punished?” he asked softly. You found yourself climbing into his lap, your tousled hair now falling a little out of your bun, you knees between his, as you leaned close to his face. You felt the heat of his body below yours. “LIKE THIS.” Without warning, you raised your hand, and gave his forehead a quick and powerful flick. He didn’t even blink, although his eyes registered some kind of shock. Then Chrollo burst out into a small laugh, running his fingers through his hair. So amusing, he thought to himself. Perhaps I can enjoy myself tonight.

Feeling a little mocked, you continued, spurred by embarrassment, “Y-YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS WITH PEOPLE LIKE YOU? NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY, YOU’RE JUST... EMPTY!” 

Before you knew it, suddenly you were on you back, and Chrollo’s hands gripped both of yours, pinning you down hard. Your words had struck a nerve. Surprised from the movement and his reaction, you were speechless, your cheeks now a little warmer when you realized the position you were in, your dress now hiked up almost to your waist. “Perhaps I can prove you wrong,” he whispered, leaning so close both your lips were almost touching. Chrollo knew, from all the women that threw themselves at him throughout the gala, that any of them would immediately take this chance now. He was craving a little release after all, and by this point, no one would refuse.  Then, you stared at him, face red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, and stuck out your tongue defiantly like a child. With your hands pinned above you, you looked away, pouting. S-so cute! One of Chrollo’s hands flew to shield his face momentarily to stifle a laugh, and a discernible blush covered his cheeks. He stood up from the sofa and straightened out his shirt, walking into the bedroom before returning with an extra duvet. By then, you had dozed off asleep, and he glanced at your weary form. Such an amusing, vulnerable creature. He chuckled, laying the duvet gently over you. “Sleep well tonight, my dear. I’ll be with you in the morning when you wake.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Notes: I wanted to write the last Chrollo-only one for the previous situation, but somehow this floated into my mind. I found myself internally screaming when writing the Illumi portion becos Hiso-Illu just dropped so casually I’m like... sometimes I’m glad I have this brain 

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trial and error pt. 2 [senku x reader]

NOT ME FORGETTING TO POST CHAPTER TWO LMAOOO SORRY HERE IT IS THO

SHIPPING: SENKU X READER

PREMISE: [Name] had always known Senku was a little bit of an oddball but that’s what made him so interesting to her as children. Now in the Stone World, he’s only even more interesting what with his claims about shooting up to a million years worth of technology back, but some things never change with him; specifically on the concept of love. As a way to get him to think about it as something other than “disgusting feelings” she proposes for him to think of it differently, though it seems to be going in a direction she never expected.

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

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CHAPTER TWO: CONTEMPLATION

How did I get myself into this situation? [Name] asked herself desperately, watching Ruri shuffle around her hut, staring at the dresses given by the village women lined up neatly on the floor. She held up a blue dress [Name]’s way, who only stared at the shortened skirt. Just the look alone was enough for Ruri to understand that she didn’t like it, causing her to giggle at the reaction.

“You don’t seem to be happy about this even though you were the one who gave Senku the idea.” Ruri stated as she kneeled behind her to start braiding [Name]’s unruly hair.

“Just because I gave him the idea doesn’t mean I wanted to be his little test subject.” [Name] groaned. An unreadable look passed Ruri as she watched the younger girl’s growing discomfort. If she was even more redder, she would’ve matched what she had looked like a few hours ago.

“Huh?” [Name] asked as she stared at Senku, who only looked at her pointedly. Quickly, blood rushed on every part of her face as she started stutter. “Wha--I--you did not just say what I thought I heard you say.”

“What part did you not understand?” Senku asked dismissively, talking as if he hadn’t just asked out his childhood friend on a date. “I might as well take you on one to get good feedback. No one else gives any as specifc as you.”

Feedback.

Feedback.

The word kept repeating in [Name]’s head, almost making her dizzy. What did she expect, though? She told him, a scientist, to treat it like an experiment. Test a hypothesis. She was pretty sure he only wanted to take her in particular because (1) he wanted good feedback, like he had said, and (2) if there was even a slight chance he was going to take another girl on a date, Senku was going to force [Name] to come along to examine and analyze. Which was, by common sense, not really going to be a date.

“Oi, you don’t say that to a girl, especially if you just asked her out.” Chrome called out, punching Senku on the shoulder. “Not to mention isn’t that a breach in--what was it? Ethnics? Right?”

“Ethics.” Gen corrected before nodding in confirmation, looking at the two friends. “There’s a lot of things that could go wrong because you’re not following the right rules here, Senku-chan. Wouldn’t it be better to just pair up two different villagers who are single and see how romance can be attainable from there?”

[Name] could see slight movements from her side, where a few of the younger villagers turned a hue of pink as they glanced at one another, probably thinking about the prospect of being one of Senku’s experiements. Seeing that the benefits outweighing the negative prospects (not getting injured in any way possible, no one being able to see them except possibly Senku, and the prospects of a lover), it looked like a few of them were already making the decision to be part of it.

But this was Senku. He wasn’t about to play matchmaker if he himself couldn’t even find a reason to think that love wasn’t some illogical construct to fill up human loneliness. She wasn’t the only who was thinking that, though, as Kohaku spoke up.

“But this is about Senku thinking he can’t have those types of feelings so its gonna have to be him.” She replied blandly. “[Name] was probably chosen because he wants her to be there to watch him for any signs, regardless if its here being taken on a date or not.”

“That and she proposed the idea so she’s going to do it.” Senku piped up, sending [Name] a teasing grin.

[Name], burning even redder, stuttered some more. “You-You’ve got to be kidding me Senku. This must be some type of joke. I only said that to make conversation.”

“It was an interesting conversation and a weird statement that I wanna experiment on. Nothing less expected from you, though, [Name].” Senku replied as he kept slurping at the last of his ramen. “Besides its not like you have anything to do tonight.”

“Yeah, but--wait, tonight? Don’t you have get things in order--start out a claim, set up the experiment?” [Name] rambled, now even more confused. 

Kohaku met Chrome’s eyes with a deadpanned expression. Leave it to [Name] to treating it like an actual experiment and finding the faults. Though, Senku wasn’t usually one to leave out so many variables that could ruin the experiment.

“These are special cicumstances; have you ever participated in your own experiments? Adjustments will be made, yeah, but we might as well start it today and talk about it during the date. Just meet me by the bridge tonight. We’ll go to the field, go on a date, and then you can report to me anything you saw. Sound good? Cool. Now lets get back to work.” Senku said, standing up dusting off his pants, leaving a bewildered [Name] and possibly most of the village in his wake.

If it hadn’t been for a few of the village women, [Name] wouldn’t have been pulled out of her daze and internal panic. She’s had crushes on boys, yeah, but going on a date? Not really. She was too busy with school and helping her mother out at the store. There were a few times where she had almost gone on a one, but something always made her call in for a raincheck and then never proceeding afterwards.

But here she was 3,700 years later, sitting in a priestess’s hut, getting ready to go on a date with the world’s biggest asshole.

Kohaku had been the one to think about bringing the younger girl up to Ruri, explaining what had went down. Surprisingly, the village priestess was the least bit shocked about the events, deciding to (calmly) agree anyways to help relieve some of the immense stress [Name] was feeling. At the mention of Ruri helping created some domino effect with the village women, all offering to help [Name] get ready, much to her dismay.

“Its not like Senku’s gonna make the effort to dress nicely. I swear he wouldn’t have showered if I hadn’t made Chrome and Kinro drag him to the river a few days ago! Not to mention he’s only doing this to prove a point; that’s why he’s rushing it so quickly. So I really don’t think all of you should be treating this as anything special.” [Name] tried to reason as she watched the women pull up rope-like jewelry up to her body.

Kohaku scoffed. “Its not like boys know how to take care of themselves in the first place. I’m pretty sure one of the men in the village has his head screwed on properly or most likely Gen is gonna make him dress up just a little bit. Not to mention if this is an experiment then he’s most likely not trying to botch it to just prove a point.”

“Then why was he being so… So…” [Name] trailed off, not quite putting a word on it.

“Adamant?” Ruby offered as she held up a pretty necklace with a jewel attached to it.

“Excited?” Garnet said next as she pushed her chin up to spread something on her mouth. Lipstick? [Name] inquired. I guess the need for makeup never changes after so many years.

“Not really excited but--hold on, didn’t you three want to go on a date with Senku? I thought you’d be mad or something.” [Name] stated, clearly remembering the usual formula of girl’s behaviors during the modern era. It usually involved in some type of “she said he said” situation, where rumors ensued. At the very least, the three sisters should have been upset with her for Senku’s selection in dates.

Sapphire shrugged as she plucked at [Name]’s baggy dress. “We were for a few hours, but we might as well help since you look like you don’t know the first thing about going on a date.”

“Wha--Hey!” [Name] retorted, offended before backtracking. I mean, it’s not like they’re wrong.

“Maybe he actually likes you.” Kohaku suggested as she sat across from [Name]. Silence filled the room as all the girls stared at them. A moment passed between the two girls as they looked at one another until [Name] bursted out laughing, almost smearing her cheek against the lipstick hovering in front of her.

“Not possible. I’m pretty sure he sees me more of a germ than a person. Not to mention he’s never really found the girls in his own grade--the ones older than me--attractive so what’s the likely chance he sees me that way?” She asked when she stopped. She recalled a rumor swirling around the school about Senku rejecting over 10 girls during Valentine’s Day, all of them varying in popularity and looks. 

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, [Name]-san.” Ruri commented as she held another dress up to her, this one looking a little more decent. “You’re easily one of the prettiest girls here.”

“Don’t make me laugh again…” [Name] mumbled to herself, flinching when she felt Sapphire poke at her waist once again. “Oi, why are are you poking me?”

“I’m trying to see what your shape is like so we can let you try on one of the dresses.” Sapphire replied, pouting. “Why do you have to wear such baggy clothes?”

“Practicality.” Was the only response [Name] gave as she tried to keep still when makeup was being put on her.

“That’s a lame excuse. I bet you’re just hiding the fact you have small boobs.”

“My boobs have nothing to do with my clothes. Besides, small boobs or not, it shouldn’t matter what people think about them--!” [Name] yelled out, embarrassed, as a dress was thrown onto her lap.

It was blue, like most of the villager’s clothing, but it seemed more simple and less body-hugging like most of the clothes. It flowed down near the bust, where it had folded nicely around it to adjust to anyone wearing it. The sleeves were puffy and ended where her biceps began, looking kind of like neatly made muffins. Instead of a rope, a thin piece of cloth of the same color was tied to the front, giving a nice, simple finish for the clothing.

If Mom was still alive, she’d probably be looking at how well done this dress was with just a simple loom and needle. [Name] thought as she marveled at the tiny needlework near the waist, creating tiny little flowers near the top. Looking up, she met Ruri’s gentle smile. “That should fit you since one of the village women is identical to your body shape. Now, lets get you dressed; you have to meet up with Senku soon.”

PREVIOUS PART - NEXT PART

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Feitansluver's Beginners Event!

To kick off the start of this blog, which I made 4-5 days ago, I decided to come up with a prompt list and open an event for anyone to participate in! Please reblog to spread this around.<3

Rules:

Any of the 5 fandoms in my official rules post (see: navigations) are the fandoms and characters I will write for.

I will write SFW ONLY and in these particular genres/styles: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Platonic, Family, Sisterly/Brotherly.

I'll accept two prompts max per character and you can request 2 characters max. The reason for this is so you can request a character x character or a character x reader if you'd prefer. (basically character x character can have 4 lines max and character x reader can have 2 lines max)

I will also write f/o x reader or y/n x reader. I ask that you send in a small description of yourself though, for the sake of getting a read on your character and thus writing accurately. I will accept 2 characters when it comes to a y/n x character x character( poly). Again, 4 prompts max for 2 characters x y/n and 2 prompts max for character x y/n.

Mutuals do have benefits for this particular event, simply for the sake of learning more about them and thanking them for befriending me. They can request as many prompts as they wish for whichever request they decide to go for.

EVERYONE CAN REQUEST MORE THAN ONCE.

When requesting, be sure to put the character, at least one genre, and the number of your prompt(s). If I do not receive a genre, I will go down the route of my choosing based on the prompts and character I was given. I'd like it if you wouldn't tell me exactly what you want your scenario/drabble to be about since the whole point is for me to show what I can do.

PLEASE MAKE SURE TO SPECIFY IF YOU'D LIKE A FEMALE, MALE, OR GENDER NEUTRAL READER!! If you do not, I will write gender neutral.

This event ends on July 19th before midnight (US Central-Standard Time)

Prompt List

All of these prompts were created by feitansluver. do not steal, you may reblog to use on your own blog, though I'd prefer if you didn't, but do not repost and take the credit!

"I can't imagine life without you _____."

" Where has the time gone..?"

"What do you mean I'm acting weird!?"

"Like I give a shit."

"God.. They're stunning, just like you _____."

"How's my favorite person/boy/girl doing today?"

"Get over it."

"Your lips fit perfectly right into mine."

"Please.. Look me in the eyes, _____. Don't close them, stay awake.."

"It's you. Always has been, always will be."

"I could lay here with you forever if you'd let me."

"Oh yadda yadda, shut up moron."

"Is it shark week or something? yikes."

"What's a Tik Tok? Huh, why are you laughing?"

"A pet? What a terrible idea."

"I'll keep lookout, you get some rest."

"I just.. couldn't lose you. I'm sorry, _____"

"You betrayed me."

"Stop tickling me-!"

"I learned a new word today. Wanna hear? Shithead. In a sentence? You're a shithead."

"Don't look at me like that."

"I had no other choice."

"Just shut up. Shut up. I can't stand how fucking attractive your voice sounds."

"Are you even listening to me right now?"

"You're nothing! Do you hear me? NOTHING!"

"Get out before I do something I'll regret."

"Can't you see? I'm trying to be the best I can for you, but its not enough."

"You okay in there?"

"It was just a dream."

"Would ya move? My arm is falling asleep."

"Well uh, this is where I live.."

"We are NOT getting married!"

"Do I look like I've moved on?"

"This is an insult to Gordon Ramsay, and I hate that guy."

"I know you're awake, idiot. You don't smile in your sleep. You snore loudly like a troll."

"Am I crazy or is that an 8 legged cat?" "No _____, you're an alcoholic."

"My boyfriend/girlfriend/partner isn't going to like you doing this."

"Ugh, you take the bed. I'll sleep on the floor. Outside."

"This is a comically small blanket." "No you're just tall as shit."

"I won't let go, I promise."

"Hold on tight!"

"AHHH! How long have you been standing there?!"

"Did they just hang up on ME?"

"Don't make me carry you to bed. I want to cuddle. Now."

"I'm in love with you, okay?"

"Where'd you get the nerve to ask me that?"

"You wanna hear a joke?"

"Hey _____. Let's stay together until the very end."

"Take my hand, just trust me."

"God, you drive me crazy."

End! of prompt list.

Remember: The event ends July 19th.

Happy Requesting Season!

ps. thanks for 20 followers, it means a lot.<3

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