#maybe sleep too if i dont end up watching survivor all night

[om-headcanon]

☆ mc catching the obey me brothers crying

i believe its fair to assume mc has seen at least one of the boys cry. here is what i believe happened. (if you want me to do undateables, let me know! tw for low self worth, panic attacks, and survivors guilt/death mentions)

lucifer

without a doubt the most embarassed to be caught crying

he had just gotten into an argument with diavolo, and he questions his importance in diavolos life

he goes into the study to get some extra work done late at night to reassure himself he is useful

with all of the stress from the situation at hand and some stress from supporting the family on his back, he cant help but shed a few tears

all he wants to do is keep those around him happy and healthy... and it tears him apart when he cant

if i cant make the ones i love happy then... what can i do...

he doesnt notice your presence, as he has hands over his eyes and is breathing slowly in order to relax himself

you call out his name softly to get his attention

lucy jumps and tries wiping his eyes and playing it off as if he was never crying

you walk closer to him and he keeps inquiring if theres anything you need

you dont say anything, you just place your arms around him and hold him in a tight embrace

and he starts crying again on your shoulder... harder, this time. holding you tighter and closer in the embrace

because of his pride, its hard for him to admit what he needs the most: someone to show they care for him

mammon

mammon is the type to not cry often but when he does, its a lot

while his brothers dont really have bad intentions, the daily degradation they execute against mammon really gets to him

he can only put up his confident front for so long, and not long after a fight with asmo, it recedes

he lay on his bed sobbing heavily into a pillow to muffle the sound for nearly a full hour

his mind cant help but insist all the words his siblings tell him are true... and he wishes more than anything that you were there to tell him they werent

he looks up to the door every once in a while with blurry vision, mind convincing him theyre at the door, but you not being there makes him cry even harder

maybe they just think the same as the rest of my brothers

he hears the doorknob, but convinces himself its his mind again. ironically enough, this makes him cry even harder

except its actually you this time

you run over to his bed to sit down next to him and rub his back reassuringly, asking if hes alright

he jolts up, shocked youre actually here. he closes his mind and smiles sadly with a tear stained face

he pulls you into an embrace and whispers a soft thank you... your presence helps him more than you will ever know

you hold him for a few minutes and tell him how awesome the Great Mammon really is

leviathan

its been a long stressful day at rad, and he cant help but overthink every single action he has made

every single glance hes made, every single word hes said ... just everything

most days he would resort to playing a game or watching an anime he loves in attempt to distract himself, but other days its not that easy

he starts spiraling, thinking of not only everything hes done that day, but actions hes done in the past too

eventually hes past the point of no return, and starts having a panic attack

levi cant seem to catch his breath and with the thoughts still rushing through his head at full speed, he cant attempt to calm himself down

he envies those who dont feel the way he does right now because god, what he would do to not feel like this

you were just wondering why your gaming buddy hasnt come looking for you so naturally, you go to him

you knock on his door waiting for him to ask you for the entry code... but theres no response

you enter and are quite shocked to see levi shaking on his bed

this is familiar to you... whether youve had to guide a friend through a panic attack or have been through one yourself, you know what to do

you reassure him this will all pass and knowing how hard school is for him, you tell him he did well today

you get him to regulate his breathing and gain some composure

hes embarassed you had to see him like that... but he lets you know hes so thankful that you came to help him

satan

he just wants to be his own person but with how his life was set for him, its almost as if thats a tall order

its very rare he cries from happiness or anything like that, but sometimes he gets so sad that he gets angry... and then he cries a lot

no one dares to go near him like that

and that hurts him too... that nobody could or would ever dare to console him because they fear what hed do to them

he acknowledges this is a justified fear as he is after all the representation of wrath itself, but it still hurts nonetheless

belphie decided to poke fun and tease satan reminding him of how hes lucifers shadow

he didnt take it well... and retreated to his room to handle his emotions

he knew his family didnt want anything to do with him while he was angry... and that made him feel like a burden

but he grew used to everyone expecting he handle his emotions himself even if every once in a while he desired some reassurance

satan sat in a corner of his room crying to himself waiting for this to pass because he didnt believe anyone else would care to check on him

but you were curious as to why he wasnt in his usual 4 pm reading spot, so you decided to check his room

he was just sat completely still staring into the distance while tears fell down his face

he didnt even notice your presence until you sat down next to him

you didnt want to pry, so you just asked if he wanted to talk about it

he shook his head, laid on your shoulder, and just said “this is all i need”

asmodeus

ahh... while self love is so easy for him, self value isnt

its easy for him to believe people want to be around him solely with lustful intent rather than because they genuinely love him

he doesnt really believe anyone could ever love him

so he overcompensates through self love because he believes hes the only person who could ever love him

hes great at hiding it but sometimes, this gets to him... especially after some quick encounters with others at the fall

he thinks maybe there is no depth to him.. maybe i really am just a pretty face and nothing else

asmo cries pretty often, but he only lets people see him cry when its over something material (ie, he couldnt get a new bag hes been wanting for weeks)

he cries quietly too in effort to make sure nobody sees him

he seemed to have forgetten that you two were planning to go shopping today so you went to his room to see if he was ready

you werent expecting to see him rolled over in bed softly crying to himself

you startled him when you said his name

“oh, mc, i didnt see you there!” he chuckles lightly to himself in effort to change the mood of the atmosphere as he wipes his eyes

you ask if hes okay and his sad smile falls slightly

he asks you if you genuinely think he could ever be lovable

your heart breaks a little knowing that he even has a moment of self doubt, but you reassure him that hes a lovable person inside and out

you hug him tightly while another tear falls down his face

you two decide shopping is best for another day... for now, you just want to talk and do facials

beelzebub

beel loves his family a lot

more than he loves food (also a lot)

he hates conflict between them and would do absolutely anything to avoid it

what he hates the most about himself is how hungry he gets... hes aware its poorly timed but theres really nothing he can do about it

but the feeling hes being an inconvenience to those he loves hurts him

beel is great at smiling as often as possible, but if theres any tension between the family, he wont stop crying until its resolved

once he was so hungry it wasnt possible to control himself and he ended up going on a rampage

he earned scolds from lucifer, mammon, and satan for this

it tore him apart knowing that he had caused his family trouble for even a second and he started crying because of the guilt

he couldnt even find enough energy to make it back to his room, so he just sat in the kitchen with tears on his face

you had decided to go to the kitchen to get a snack when you saw him

he apologized for being in the kitchen and offered to move if you wanted his seat, but you declined

beel didnt even bother wiping the tears from his eyes... he wore them like they were a punishment for his own behavior

when you asked him what was wrong, all he said was that he was a bad brother

you tried to tell him otherwise, but then he went into detail about the situation and how all he does is cause the family distress

you told him that isnt true at all and he continues to bring light and happiness to all those around him

hearing that his brothers will come around and know he meant no harm is all he needed to hear

“thank you, mc... i feel less hungry when im with you”

belphie

he has lots of survivors guilt

its been millenia but he still wishes that it was him instead of lilith

because of this he cries quite often, but never in front of anyone other than beel

this feeling that lilith and him should have traded places haunts him often, and its not always so easy to sleep it off

as fore mentioned, he usually finds comfort in talking to his older twin but beel isnt always there

beel was at one of his clubs at rad and belphie didnt want to bother him, but he really did need someone right now

unlike his older brothers, belphie actually makes an effort to find you

he doesnt find you in your room nor the kitchen, so he continues to search around the house in hopes youre around here somewhere

he happens to find you by yourself in the study on your d.d.d.

belphie feels bad bothering you, and enters the room quite quietly

“mc, can we talk?”

he sits down next to you and lays his head on your shoulder

contrary to what he stated he wanted, not much talking is being done

he just lies there quietly crying with no explanation why

he realises he may not be as ready to talk about it as he thought... but thats okay

you tell him that youre going to listen whenever hes ready to talk about it

that makes him feel a lot better

he falls asleep right there with a thankful smile placed on his face

#satans was lowk the hardest to write #i hope i wrote them all well tho >: #also some of these are .. quite long o_o #my apologies #obey me headcanon #obey me #belphie headcanon #beel headcanon #satan headcanon #mammon headcanon #lucifer headcanon #levi headcanon #asmo headcanon

[saiiboat]

Okay!!!! Prime defenders Consequences and Healing au!!!

(so many spoilers. dont read if you dont want spoilers bc there are. a lot)

also tw for talking abt injury (burns especially), and partial loss of eyesight

I personally think that there should be more consequences for after the party.

Burn survivor Dakota! He has major burns that cover the entire left side of his face, a bit down his neck, and a bit on the outsides of his palms. Another major burn covers his right leg, where it was also broken from the crashing of part of the warehouse. He's able to stay up and moving until just before Wavelength gets there, and he passes out in William's arms due to the sheer pain and exhaustion.

William comes back different, and Vyncent has to grapple with the fact that he isn't alone in his head.

And Mark (His name is Wavelength. Wavelength.), has to deal with this one kid who William had frantically shoved into his arms. This kid who had taken a flame thrower to the face and kept moving and saved all of his friends. This one kid who learned that his father figure had been kidnapped to God knows where before he finally ran out of adrenaline and passed out. It was a silent ride back to his house: headphone kid riding shotgun, with William in the back, carefully holding his friend. Wavelength occasionally glances back at the horrid fresh burns on the kid's face and neck, and puts a bit more pressure on the gas. He sends Vyncent into the basement to tie up Doug and grab his first-aid kit, and has William open the door to Ashe's room for him. His kid knows more first aid than him, and getting to a hospital is impossible right now, what with all the villains crawling the city. It's not like he could pay the hospital bills, anyway. Before he even knows what's happening, Ashe is using the book, and William and Headphones- Vyncent are heading to the spirit world, and he has a kid to take care of. He gives the kid one hell of a drug, and sets his broken leg.

The kid's face is raw and red and painful, and wavelength does his best to bandage him up but the kid wakes up screaming. Dakota scrambles away from him, his face half bandaged, and he's cowering on the opposite edge of the bed, pressing himself up against the wall.

"Woah, woah kid I'm- I'm not gonna hurt you. It's okay. You're okay."

It's obvious the kid doesn't believe him, but the words do calm him down enough.

"Who are you? Where's Tide? Where are my friends?" The kid looks at him with a desperation he had recognized in himself at one time, and he lets out a breath. "My name's- my names Mark. I guess you could say I'm a friend of Williams. Tide is- Your friends are helping him out right now. They've roped my kid into it, too." At the mention of Tide, Dakota relaxes. It probably helps that Wavelength twisted it a bit. He doesn't need to know the full truth right now. Dakota ends up letting him finish wrapping his burns, although not without lots of discouraged poking at the dead nerves. He ends up drifting off, and Mark carefully tucks him in. He's missed taking care of someone, he realizes. He hopes Ashe is okay. Dakota wakes up screaming again in the next hour, and Mark is careful around the kid's wounds as he holds him against his chest. He's seen the kid in action, and its a stark contrast against this sobbing child. Through sniffling and wet words, Mark learns that he wants to murder the kid that's unconscious in his basement. They bond over the next 6 hours or so, Dakota leaning up against his shoulder and Mark talking proudly about his son, and Dakota doing the same about his friends.

Its just past the 8 hour mark when Ashe, William, and Vyncent come back, shaken, tattered, and bloody.

Dakota shoots up from his side, immediately launching himself towards his family. "Guys? Where were you? Tide what happened? Tide?" Mark gets up to take Tide to lay him on the couch, and is stopped by Dakota's hand on his arm. "What happened? Mark, you said he was okay!" The desperation and hurt in his voice gives a pang in his heart, but he ignores it. "I said your friends were helping him, kid. You didn't need to hear the rest. Not now, you didn't." He was really hoping the kid would be mad at him for twisting the truth, but right now Dakota just looks- he just looks hurt. Mark turns away. "Come on, kid. Let's get Tide set on the couch and bandage up your friends." It takes him a minute, but it doesn't escape his notice that William has yet to pull down his hood. Vyncent looks jumpy, and Ashe looks like he's about to pass out. So much has happened to these kids in the past 12 hours, and there's only so much Mark can do. He tells Ashe that Dakota is taking his room for a bit, but that the spare room is going to get a couple new beds.

He's used to Ashe dancing around him and avoiding him, and to be fair, he does the same- but it almost hurts more after hours of looking after a kid that isn't his.

---

Tide wakes up a few hours later, and the kids near throw a party to celebrate the fact their dad is still alive. Mark however... doesn't know how to feel. Tide yells at him for letting the kids go to the spirit world, and Mark yells at him back for putting them in that situation. He immediately regrets his words when a stricken look takes over Tide's face, and the argument ends with the two of them sitting in a corner of the yard, an arm wrapped tightly around Tide's shaking frame.

They don't talk about it, but it isn't the couch that Tide sleeps on that night, nor the night after that.

They've slept together before, but not like this- never like this. It isn't romantic, but sometimes Tide will reach for him in the middle of the night, and Wavelength -Mark- will reach back for him. They don't do anything, but sometimes Mark will hold Tide close and press his lips to the crown of his head. It's nothing like the hatred-filled nights that they've had before, filled with anger, hurt, and regret, but it's more than he ever thought he would get again. He knows he should bring it up with Ashe, but the guilt of moving on is all-consuming. But Tide gives him soft kisses and holds him as he cries, and Ashe gives him a smile, and a knowing look in the morning, and it feels like its time he forgave himself.

---

Tide is a bit confused by this whole situation. So much has happened in just the past week, but now he has to deal with all of his kids in love, as well as this other kid. Ashe's the hellspawn of a supervillain, except he's not because he's very sweet and appreciates his beef stroganoff, and maybe Wavelength can just be Mark instead of something to be feared.

He thinks about Mark taking such tender care in changing Dakota's dressings, about Mark ruffling William's hair, about Mark learning about the Mage and Paladin, and Vyncent-With-A-Gun, and Mark relearning how to talk to and spend time with Ashe, and-

Oh.

He hasn't felt this kind of love before.

---

Dakota's burns are healing nicely. The lighter ones covering his body are mostly healed, and its a matter of draining pressured blisters, rubbing on ointment, and changing dressings, but all-in-all, he's coming along. The burns on the left side of his face, neck, and leg are the most serious, and his left eye is a mess. Mark doubts he'll see out of it again. There's a bump on Dakota's legs from where the break set weirdly, but ignoring the burns, it seems to work just fine. The kids are patient with him, and a lot of time is spent relearning how to view the world without depth-perception. A lot of this is done through Mariokart and cooking s'mores in the back yard, and the other kids scheme together to drag Dakota outside for a lax game of catch. Tide helps him get the legal documents to sign them up for online school, and most things are fine. The kids spend too much time sitting too close, but so do he and Tide, so who's he to judge?

---

Everything smooths out, eventually, and Mark sells the house and moves them up to his cabin that sits up in the mountains to the North of New Haven. It was too dangerous to stay in the city, and he knows that at some point they'll have to up and move again, but for now things are... they're good. He sits on the porch swing and watches in contentment as the kids finally get the chance to be kids.

He's happy, he realizes, and he'd be damned if the others weren't, too.

#just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi prime defenders #dakota cole #mark winters #jrwi wavelength #jrwi tide #william wisp #vyncent sol #ashe winters #jrwi fanfic #our writing #consequences and healing au

[slaxl-rose]

1║THE ONE WHERE MONICA GETS A ROOMMATE

[ FRIENDS ] [ Season 1 - ? ] [ Joey Tribbiani x OC ] started: 12th/dec/2020

-> I obviously don't own F.r.i.e.n.d.s

-> This is a slow burn book

-> Updates will probably be every week. If not, every second week. (I've finished school for this year and i have a lot of time on my hands :) )

-> This book may include mature and triggering scenes

-> There are more chapters of this story published on my wattpad account @ -rogerscar   

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"I just....I just want to be married again!..." Ross Geller sighed.

A woman wearing a wet wedding dress pushed open the door and started frantically searching the room.

"And i just want a million dollars!" Chandler says as he extends his hand hopefully.

"Charis?" Monica says as she walked up to the woman.

"Oh Monica hi! I just went to your building and you weren't there and then this guy with a big hammer said you might be here and you are, you are!" the woman rambled as she spotted her dear friend Monica.

"Can i get you some coffee?" the waitress calls.

"Decaf" Monica says as she points to her friend.

"OK, everybody, this is Charis! Another Lincoln High survivor" Monica says as she pulls Charis towards her group of friends. "This is everybody, this is Chandler, and Phoebe, and Joey and- you remember Rachel? And my brother Ross?" She says as she points to each person.

"Sure!" Charis smiles as she waves her hand at Rachel. One of her old-time friends. She then extends her hand and walks over to Ross but his umbrella opened causing the two to jump back slightly. "Hi, oh!"

Ross sits back down with a defeated look washing over his face. Joey gives him a friendly pat on the back.

Once Charis sits down in between Phoebe and Ross on the couch, everybody looks at her expectantly.

"So you wanna tell us now, or are we waiting for four wet bridesmaids?" Monica says

"Well...it started about half an hour before the wedding. I was in the room where we were keeping all the presents, and i was looking at this gravy boat. This really gorgeous Limoges gravy boat. When all of a sudden- sweet and low?" Charis looks up when the waitress hands her, her drink. She then continues her story "I realised that i was more turned on by this gravy boat than by Barry! And then i got really freaked out and that's when it hit me.. how much Barry looks like Mr. Potato Head. I mean i always knew he looked familiar, but..... Anyway, i just had to get out of there and i started wondering, 'why am i doing this? and who am i doing this for?' So anyway i just didn't know where to go, and i know that you and i have drifted apart... but you're the only person i knew who lived here in the city"

"Who wasn't invited to the wedding" Monica replies

"Oh, i was kinda hoping that wouldn't be an issue" Charis says as Ross picks up a teaspoon and stirs her coffee.

»»————-　　————-««

Later on, everybody was at Monica's apartment watching a Spanish soap on T.V and trying to figure out what was going on.

"Now, i'm guessing that he bought her the big pipe organ and she's really not happy about it" Monica says while pointing at the screen.

"Daddy, i just- i can't marry him!" Charis says as shes on a phone call to her father.

"Ooh, she should not be wearing those pants" Chandler says amused while looking at the T.V

"I say, push her down the stairs" Joey answers

Phoebe, Ross, Rachel, Chandler and Joey begin to cheer "Push her down the stairs! Push her down the stairs!"

"C'mon daddy listen to me! It's like all of my life everyone has told me 'you're a shoe! You're a shoe, you're a shoe' And today i just stopped and said 'what if i don't want to be a shoe? What if i wanna be a.. purse! or a..a hat!.... No i don't want you to buy me a hat, i'm saying that i am a hat!.. It's a metaphor daddy!"

"You can see where he'd have trouble" Ross chimes in.

"Look daddy, it's my life.....w-well maybe i'll just stay here with Monica and Rachel!" Charis says.

Everybody turns around to face Monica.

"Well i guess we've established who's staying here with Monica and Rachel" She says.

"Well maybe that's my decision... well maybe i don't need your money. Wait, wait! I said maybe!" Charis says loudly as her father hangs up the phone.

»»————-　　————-««

"OK, just breathe, that's it" Monica says to Charis as she holds a paper bag up to her face and breathes heavily into it. "Just try to think of nice, calm things"

"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens..doorbells and sleigh-bells and some..thing with mittens. La,la,la something with string" Phoebe sings.

"I'm all better now!" Charis says while pulling the bag away from her face.

"And hey, you need anything, you can always come to Joey. Me and Chandler live right across the hall and he's away a lot" Joey says while placing his hand on Charis's shoulder.

"Joey! stop hitting on her... it's her wedding day!" Rachel says.

"What? like theres a rule or something?" He says.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

"Please don't do that again, it's a horrible sound" Chandler says while pressing on it.

"Uh- it's- it's Paul!"

"Buzz him in!" Monica says immediately.

"Who's Paul?" Joey questions.

"Paul the wine guy, Paul?" Ross asks his sister.

"Maybe"

"Wait a minute.. your 'not a real date' tonight is with Paul the wine guy?" Joey asks.

"He finally asked you out?"

"Yes!" Monica says while Ross pulls her in for a quick hug.

"Ooh, this is a 'dear diary' moment" Chandler says from the kitchen.

"Charis, wait i can cancel" Monica says while looking down at her friend sitting on the couch.

"Please, no! go! i'll be fine" Charis reassures her.

Monica then turns to her brother "Ross are you OK? i mean- do you want me to stay?"

"That would be good" he replies

"Really-"

"No! go on! It's Paul the wine guy!"

Paul knocks on the door. "Hi come in" Monica says as she opens the door. "Paul, this is...everybody" She says as she notices everyone standing in a line behind her.

Monica motions for Paul to go sit on the couch and he does so.

"So Charis, what're you up to tonight?" Joey asks.

"Well i was kinda suppose to be headed for Aruba on my honeymoon, so, nothing!"

"Well, if you don't feel like being alone tonight, Chandler and I are going over to help Ross put together his new furniture!"

"Yes, and we're very excited about it" Chandler says sarcastically.

"Thanks, but i think i'm going to hang out here tonight" Charis says.

"Oh sure, okay"

"Pheebs, do you want to help?" Ross offers

"Oh, i wish i could but i don't want to" she says.

»»————-　　————-««

"Isn't this amazing?! I mean I've never made coffee before in my entire life" Charis says while placing two cups in front of Joey and Chandler.

"That is amazing" Chandler says

"Congratulations, while you're on a roll- if you feel like you got to make an Western omelette or something" Joey says before taking a sip of his coffee.

He scrunches his nose before tipping it in the plant that sits on the middle of the table. "Actually, i'm really not that hungry this morning"

"Morning" Charis says as she notices Monica step out of her bedroom. Paul steps out after her.

"Morning Paul" Joey says. "Hi Paul"

"Hi, Paul is it?" Chandler asks sarcastically.

Monica and Paul step out of the apartment and Joey, Chandler and Charis shuffle closer to hear what they are saying. "I had a really great time last night"

"Thank you, thank you so much" Paul says.

"We'll talk later"

"Yeah" Paul says before leaning in and kissing Monica. She waves goodbye and steps back inside. "That wasn't a real date!" Joey says while smiling. "What the hell do you do on a real date?" he asks suddenly.

"Shut up and put my table back" Monica replies while walking away.

They all move to shift the table back into it's original spot when Charis speaks up "So like, you all have jobs?"

"Yeah we all have jobs, see that's how we.. buy stuff!" Monica says.

"Yeah i'm an actor" Joey replies.

"Wow, have i seen you in anything?"

"Oh, i doubt it, mostly regional work" Joey says.

Soon, Joey and Chandler both leave the apartment and Charis sits down at the table beside Monica. "Did you sleep ok? Did you talk to Barry? I can't stop smiling" Monica says

"I can see that, you look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth" Charis says.

"I know.. he's just so... you remember you and Tony Demarco?" Monica asks. "Oh, yeah"

"Well it's like that, with feelings"

"Oh wow, are you in trouble" Charis says while smiling at Monica. "Ok, i'm just going to get up, go to work and not think about him all day"

"Or else i'm just gonna get up and go to work" Monica finishes.

"Ooh wish me luck!" Charis quickly stands. "What for?"

"I'm gonna go.. get one of those job things" She says.

Monica smiles at her and heads out of her apartment.

»»————-　　————-««

"Guess what?" Charis says as she runs into central perk where everybody else was sitting.

"You got a job?" Rachel asks

"Are you kidding? I'm trained for nothing!... i was laughed out of 12 interviews today"

"And yet you're surprisingly upbeat" Chandler replies

"Well you would be too if you found Joan and David boots on sale" she says while pulling out a box from her bag. "50% off"

"oh, how well you know me" chandler says

"They're my new i-dont-need-a-job, i-dont-need-my-parents, i've-got-great-boots boots"

"How'd you pay for them?" Monica asks.

"A credit card"

"And who pays for that?"

"uhh.. my father"

»»————-　　————-««

"C'mon you can't live off your parents your whole life" Rachel says as everyone sits around their table at Monica's apartment.

"I know that! that's why i was getting married" Charis says

"Give her a break, it's hard being on your own for the first time" Phoebe defends.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, i remember when i first came to this city. I was fourteen. My mom had just killed herself and my step-dad was back in prison, and i got here, and i didn't know anybody. And i ended up living with this albino guy who was like, cleaning windshields outside port authority, and then he killed himself, and then i found aromatherapy, so believe me, i know exactly how you feel" Phoebe says.

"The word you're looking for is...'anyway'....."

"Alright, you ready?" Monica asks

"i-i don't think so"

Everybody starts chanting as Ross holds out Charis's card. "Cut, cut, cut, cut"

She grabs the scissors and cuts the card in half then into quarters. The group all cheer for her as Monica gets up and hugs her.

"Welcome to the real world! It sucks. You're gonna love it"

#chandlerbing #joey tribbiani #friends #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #monica geller #joey #phoebe buffay #ross geller #rachelgreen #tvshow #slow burn #angst #fluff

[thethirdwheel404]

Med Rewatch Series (#3)

Let’s see what we have on the slate. this should be the premiere of s3: Speak Your Truth. I am watching this during school, so let’s see how bad my focus is.

-the episode description is “The shooting of Dr. Charles moves to the courtroom and things turn complicated for the doctors and nurses of Chicago Med.” so still on brand for being all sorts of vague.

-all that really says is more sarah angst so big sad

-let’s get started

-god back to classic med, starting things off fast, just how i like it

-how tf kellogg live through the headshot. guy can’t do anything right

-connor running towards charles on the guerney screaming “what the hell happened!?” and sharon just being “he got shot.” is so fucking hilarous to me i have no clue why

-oh god i remember how much it bothered me that connor changed his hair from the end of s2 to the start of s3 lol (bc it’s supposed to be the same night, but yk, nitpicking)

-the time jump is such an interesting choice. i remember it was jarring at first. i’m sure i’ll have more to say as the episode goes on

-aw hey guys look its sarah! adorable

-also stoll

-oh god, nat taking a sabbatical was weird

-WHEN SHE LOOKS AT WILL SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE IS IN PAIN IM SCREAMING

-counting

-oh boy watching s3 means i get to watch noah get thrown through a glass door and also be a disappointment

-the way connor is effortlessly charming here in the beginning is maybe the only reason i tolerate his character (also more of sarah being adorable)

-horney boi. stop it.

-noah following after sarah like a lovesick puppy is funny

-sarah saying ‘he’s the reason i went into psych...’ honey, psych is not good for your mental health please stop giving him credit

-HOLD THE FUCK ON?????

-its the s3 premiere and Sarah talks about her dad and her strained relationship, specifically because noah compares charles getting shot to her dad getting shot. but like, foreshadowing... maybe i should give the med writers a smidge more of credit than I have been in terms of planning things...

-sarah: “don’t compare my dad to dr. charles.”

-long sigh. god... sarah being so supportive. and charles just being ‘No???’

-not to be weird but court room scenes always get me feeling some sorta way

-haha its peter stone! remember him? remember chicago justice?

-THE BETRAYAL ON SARAH’S FACE - she cares so much about him and he’s about to get his own shooter acquitted.

-god sarah is just fucking fantastic. she feels so passionately about caring about people

-god charles fucking hates himself so much? he should Not be ava’s mentor

-charles: “I think the shooting is affecting your objectivity.” sarah: “mY oBjECtiViTy?!”

-also they said ‘the fact he was concealing a weapon shows like fear malicious content’ or what ever. and uh,, sarah? please. please, for my sanity. (bc of what happens later in the season)

-charles- you know how you can help me? fuck off.

-lol this kid is the one who had like a tooth ache, and now his brain is rotting or something. probably will happen to me (@ my parents please let me see the dentist)

-this is where doris is like ethan is playing favorites

-the like background noises of the ed calm me down. they prob really shouldn’t

-they’re gonna fuckkkkk

-something to be said about sarah being gung ho about kellogg being off the streets and a danger to society when... her dad...

- I really like when med does the thing when one character is just standing in the ed and they transition to the next story by having the next character run past

-what is with all of the nurses drama like honestly

-hey guys look its ava! (let see if i have enough brain cells to find anything)

-heyyyy look at that. ava trying usurp some of connor’s cases. while, yeah she is being a tad undermining, connor’s gf was literally just discharged from a psych hold. this is just an interaction to keep in mind for future events.

-ava’s playing full cunning while connor’s busy fucking his girlfriend

-dont hate the player man

-because they’re both under latham, they’re more rivals than hero/villain, bc they have a common guy who is their advisor. but yeah. dont hate the player

-robin calling ava ‘cruella’ is making want to throw hands ngl. god dude chill - bc it means either robin just saw ava interacting with people and thought ‘what a bitch’ or connor was complaining about ava and either way I hate it.

-connor broke up with robin bc she was too horneyyy (ik he didn’t break up w her but yk)

-connor - reese interaction was nice. until he started blaming her bruh wtf chilll

-her arguing with connor is like. peak. (ava + sarah teaming up to bully connor and not take any of his shit?? i think yes)

-this ethan april thing is stupid. i’m just gonna say it.

-ava: “that would have been a really great idea if you were trying to kill him.” SHE TAKES NO. SURVIVORS. i love her so much

-YEAH RHODES GET FUCKED! i think one of the reasons ava was disliked at first was bc latham kind of favored her and... literally everyone else favored connor? so get fucked? but here, ava can obviously hold her own and connor is just whining. I’m glad they put them on equal ground bc connor and ava’s direct superior is on ava’s side, and literally everyone else is with connor. AND CONNORS STILL PLAYED AS AN UNDERDOG BC AVA TOOK HIS SURGERY! HOW. infuriating

-anyway, for the purposes of the theory ava is capable enough to hold her own as a stand alone, and clever enough to be entertaining

-holy shit no i think i just remembered how this storyline goes. connor gets a better surgery, right? he gets glory and stuff. this is too fucking rich, come on. let one thing go wrong for him.

-i miss ava

-GOD SARAH LOOKS GOOD IN HER FUCKING BLAZER. unfair. unmatched

-stop it sarah you have anxiety.

-SARAH NO. BABY IS SCARED.

-okay. Ava is half bickering, half flirting with him, a little annoying but we put up with it bc we love her and its not her fault she’s supposed to be his love interest. but still, it’s playful, it’s not neccesarily flirting. conceivably, she could be talking to anybody. But then, she tells him to relax, to take a day off. SHE’S STILL A GOOD PERSON. SHE’S NOT TRYING TO EXPLICITLY SPITE CONNOR, OR ANYONE. that’s what people tend to forget. she’s not malicious.

-connor thinks she is tho. maybe that’s why some people hated her, bc connor hated her

-charles: “kellogg is not a criminal” BRUH HE SHOT YOU

-HOLY SHIT. SHARON RN IS LIKE YOU WANT KELLOGG TO BE FREE BC YOU DIDN’T CATCH THE SIGNS OF A KILLER AND ITS ABOUT YOUR EGO

-AND??? SARAH’S DAD ANYONE? that was why he was so persistent of sarah’s dad. he wanted to catch the signs.

-OKAY HERE. When latham is like, wait, did ava manipulate me? is she actually sus? he was the one person on her side and then boom he sides with connor. literally do you have any idea how great ava would be without connor?

-this manstead thing is soooo exhausting

Okay so what have we learned?

Ava is getting Connor’s cases. kind of rude but also, they’re surgeons? It’s super competitive. AND CONNOR LITERALLY WON THAT ROUND BC LATHAM SWITCHED SIDES???

AND SHE STILL TOLD CONNOR TO GET SLEEP. LIKE SHE WAS BEING NICE WHILE ALSO BEING SNARKY

ava had less lines in the ep than in s2 and honestly. wtf.

not much content, but if you look at her content, come on she’s still amazing.

thanks for sticking through

read the rest here:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Extra

#chicago med #med rewatch series #speak your truth #mine

[byjove-cannibalcove]

Hannibal AU for @pragnificent​

will is called in to find the person responsible for the murder of roughly 15 people over the course of a single weekend up in new jersey The killings were really brutal, and disproportionately targeted a home where a party had been taking place, as well as a single police officer who had arrived to check in on them preliminary assumption is that it was a large group of people, possibly an occult ritual slaying of some kind, especially because it happened on friday the thirteenth and the teenagers had been having a scary movie watching party for some reason so anyways they get up there and are looking at the carnage and trying to figure out how the hell most of these murders were even pulled off, since it includes things like 'cut a head from someones shoulders' and 'a 6'4" football player was thrown onto a spike' and shit like that naturally they look into it and find out that there has been large scale killings in this general area every ten years or so for 30 years or so that the first one was the only one where the killer was caught (a little old woman, motivations unknown) and that while there is usually at least 1 survivor of each attack the survivor is in all cases driven too insane by the events to accurately describe anything that had happened (though for what its worth they, for the most part, do not tell cohesive stories, so you cant listen to them anyways) so anyways will is out here trying to get a vibe, get a feel for the person that did this, trying to understand why he targeted these people hes fifuring out shit like 'yeah this cop was a serial abuser' and 'a lot of these teenagers show evidence of having been having a lot of sex and underage drinking and drug use beforehand, all of which appears consentual' that the kids with records of wrong doing and bad reputations were killed most violently, that those that seem like good kids were mostly killed quickly and pretty painlessly and wills preliminary feelings are 'this killer was... driven... but not calculated... almost childish.. ' this leads team science to be like 'okay so like a fellow teenager?' and then argue like 'only if they are a GIANT teenager, we are talkign 6'5" based on some of these swings" and wills like no no not a teenager, like, an actual child, think Home Alone, a child with no concept of torture but who just wants to make the bad people go away, who feels like hes defending his home which leads the group to be like 'okay potentially a giant disabled person, cant be too many of those secreted away in the area' wills going out to sit by the lake days later and thinking how beautiful it is, how peaceful, serene, like you could just float out into the water here and stare at the moon and never look away he finds a used condom in the reeds by the dick, curls his nose in disgust, imagining them fucking in the water, or on the dock, how vulgar it would be there are homes along this lake, not here exactly but visible in the distance at the far other end. this is a big long lake with many nice little divots like this one, so many people live along it and have never been hurt, many families, lots of vacation homes. the only families that were ever killed on this lake usually lived there for a decade, more, before it happened, kids that were raised in those homes only killed during a party when they were vulgar when they disrespected the lake disrespected nature ruined it with their noise and their wild parties, drug use just the sort of thing a little old lady in 1979 might find worthy of death, might be driven mad by it takes a while but eventually they will dig up the information of the little old lady having had a disabled  son, jason, who drowned in the lake a few years before Mrs vorhees went on her rampage, the information that he had drowned while attending a summer camp, while the teenagers on duty werent watching him hes long dead btu will latches onto it, that it fits perfectly, they tell him hes losing it will starts channeling mrs vorhees, wandering around the lake, whispering to her boy, cleaning up trash he finds on the lake shore mrs vorhees was by all accounts an incredibly kind woman, a bit of a radical even, very environmental, a bit of a hippie, kind to strangers, lover of children, cherished and adored her disabled son, wouldve loved this lake and the clean air, the beautiful nights would have wanted the lake to be clean, to stay quiet will spends all night cleaning the lake for no reason at all other than an odd compulsion to see at least one small section of it be as nice as it would have looked to Mrs vorhees eyes how she would have taught it to her son, to cherish that will is sort of losing his mind, snapping at everyone, he hates loud noise and drinking right now, doesnt like how careless it makes everyone, is avoiding drinking himself for now at least but the clarity hurts, he is staying up at night in dirty hotel rooms and wishing he was outside under the clear sky, he buys a tent and puts it up down by the lake, in the area he cleaned he knows he shouldnt, there is a killer on the loose in the area, but will knows he isnt what the killer is looking for in the night he sees a shadow go over his tent, thinks he hears the crunch of a boot in the leaves, he holds his breath, cant move he sees a knife cutting through the fabric and tenses but when he looks again the tent is fine he realizes hes sleep paralyzed and sits up suddenly in burst of motion, throws open the tent flap, stumbles into the clearing its empty the lake reflects the white face of the moon at him. their eyes meet and it is beautiful he returns to the hotel room with the sunrise and as he climbs the stairs the phone in his pocket rings, the door to his room is wide open, jack stands inside with the phone to his ear he sees the tent under wills bag he thinks will is losing it, it is insane to camp by the lake when there is a killer on the loose there will doesnt have an excuse jack tells him that they found the cemetary that jason was buried in (very difficult because records from the time are so fucking spotty and it was a tiny family cemetary for a family that no longer exists) and that he was clearly marked as a drowning victem, dead at age 10, so no, its not mrs vorhees son, and there are no relatives, so scrap that, they are back to square one jack orders will to go home and talk to hannibal because being here is not very helpful right now if hes gonna do crazy shit like camp next to the murder lake will talks to hannibal about it, with as much honesty as possible, and how certain he is that its jason hannibal convinces jack to exume jason. there is no living family to protest and it will settle will enough to get will back on track and stop focusing on it. jack agrees in a very irritated way they go to do it (jack team science will and hannibal as well, as support for will) and... yeah there is no casket in that spot. empty grave. a marker and nothing else. holy shit somethign something something eventually they manage to link shit up like 'okay maybe it was jason that killed the second camp full of counselors in training-- the person was described as a  teenager, small in stature with a bag to hide their face. the killer in the 3rd instance was a grown man who slaughtered a fuckton of people over the course of a FEW days, and then was killed by a small child who fucked his head up so much that there was nothign identifiable left, not even teeth, so no one ever knew their identity, it literally might have been jason, it totally could have been a huge disabled man living in the woods  and no one ever knew about it ((we are gonna pretend 'jason lives' didnt happen)) anyways its basically decided that 'yeah it literally might have been jason vorhees, growing up alone in the woods, who committed most of those murders... but hes dead now so this is a new killer' and its a very frustrating thing because jack is like 'cool we just answered some cold case files btu we still dont know wtd happened last weekend' and will is like NO I SWEAR IT STILL FEELS LIKE THE SAME GUY And is trying to claim that 'maybe the person that was killed by the kid was someone else'   'an accomplice?'    'no no this person-- jason-- he is entirely alone. only the memory of his mother. only her touch guiding his hands, only her words in his ears, he cant listen to anyone else, he cant... he cant collaborate' and hannibal sits with him out on the lake, lets will row out in a boat with him Will imagines Mrs Vorhees, feels the way she must have felt, looking out at this beautiful lake, the one that nearly her son from her, beautiful and calm and tranquil, while the teenagers behind her loudly partied, drank, didnt have a care in the world, and his teeth bare at the idea, and he hates them too, hates the way they would look at her son if they knew he was alive Hannibal, sitting across and watching him, tells will thatthe lake is beautiful ((of course hes looking at will rather than the water haha)) will tells him its deep and cold will looks deep into the water and sees the drowning boy. blinks to wash the image away. blinks again. again. "Hannibal??" hannibal asks what will sees will jumps in the water reaches for child jason snags the hand of an adult dragging him down its beautiful here one blue eyes looks into his, startlingly clear hannibals arms snag will around the middle and pull him back to the boat jason lets go without fuss ((he just wanted to touch wills hand, will who for a few moments had looked, to jason, like his mother)) back at shore will tells hannibal this, and he is shakign and shivering and frightened of the lake and of himself, because he must really be fucknig losing it asks for comfirmation that hannibal didnt see anyone in the lake hannibal does not give will that confirmation he asks if will is seeing ghosts will says its more like spirits "a lake spirit, then?" its such a silly thought but somehow will ends up out at the lake the next night, hannibal at his side. hannibal has dressed down, a warm cream sweater over his dress shirt for the late october chill, will in flannel, and they set up wills tent and clean the area around their campsite meticulously. hannibal warms food he brought from home over the fire and will fishes, cleans and guts his catch, the knife catching the white face of the moon as it flicks over the scales in the dark night will stands, jus tinside the circle of light by the fire, and channels mrs vorhees "Jason... jaaaasonnn" nothing he thinks hannibal will laugh at him, but he doesnt he concentrates more on the image in his mind, the kindly smile she wore in the photos he saw of her, the fierce protective instinct that lay behind those eyes, the fact that jason is out here, alone, confused, scared, and he feels protective of him too "Jason.. come here" a tiny intake of breathe behind him, and wills blinks his eyes open and Jason stands before him. not a child. a man. Tall. huge. a giant he is wet, the only sound he makes the slow dripping of lake water from his clothes onto the ground below. his clothes are ragged and encrusted with leaves and dirt. his face is covered by a battered hockey mask. the skin beneath it is grey the image is a terrifying one, the stuff of nightmares but he isnt a monster he is wills son will holds out his arms "Jason, come here" jason is still for a time, tilting his head only slightly as he tries to work out what will is, who he is but he comes slowly he is so much larger that will, but he kneels, down on one knee, looking up at will one blue eye shining, searching wills face for something will wraps his arms around him "My special boy" jason shudders and melts into the hug, mask pressed to wills stomach the machete drops to the ground, huge hands press to wills back, so gently, like will is made of glass, something too precious to jason to risk hurting will tells him that he knows he was scared, was confused, was lost and alone for so so long that he thought he had to be that way but he doesnt that he can come home with will he doesnt have to stay here anymore, he doesnt have to wait Jason makes a sound, the first sound he has made so far, a small, a tiny little sob, and his shoulder loosen, like a great weight has left his shoulders he seems to shrink in wills arms, and for a moment will is holding a child and then his arms are empty but not cold there is a warmth in him, something between his lungs, love, peace, hope, life in a way he has never before experienced it will wants to cry but it feels more like happy tears he holds them at bay, sniffles once, wipes his eyes with sleeves filthy with lake water arms wrap around him from behind, and it is hannibal again, pulling at him, and will turns, melts into hannibals hug, lets himself cry they dont stay the night at the lake, they pack up their campsite, put out the flames, walk through the darkness to the car, will being led behind hannibal by the hand like a child, too shaky and full to do it himself later, in therapy, they talk about it, briefly, and agree that jason is somewhere better now, that the killings will stop, that they dont need to tell jack about this, that jason was a special boy, a good boy who loved his mother very much, that maybe they are together now, somewhere and when will looks out at the moon from his porch that night, he feels a presence just behind him, a warm, protective presence, who is looking up at the moon with him, and he knows its true

#friday the 13th au #will graham #jason voorhees #hannibal #My writing

[ts-2020-olympics]

Episode 17 -  “Bamboozle Me Faster So I Can Go To Sleep” - Sarah (FINALE)

Okay so Caeleb went out last round by a 4-3 vote against Sarah, in which, was surprised Sarah got that many votes, as I had thought Stoner was getting the votes over Sarah from the other side.  End of the day though, didn't really affect much, as target still went to jury, although was by far the toughest vote yet that I have had to make, as I really do personally like Caeleb, he was just too big a threat to be keeping around.   Now, I made the final 6, got a jigsaw immunity to try to win, or at least, one of myself, Stoner, Sarah or Tommy win this immunity, to keep the power on our side.  Then, my ideal this round would actually be Eve going over Kevin, but, I have a feeling my side will probably want to rather target Kevin.  So, will see what occurs, and go from there.   If anything, might even do a vote split if one of us 4 win immunity, but time will tell.   Anyways, it's surreal to believe that this game is almost over, and hoping to make final 5!

well........ y'all its a sad day, caeleb went home last night, 4-3 myself and eve in the minority with him, and its not looking too good for us. BUT WAIT RIGHT THERE.... i wake up and look in my bag and my CINNAMON APPLE CAELEB GAVE ME THE LEGACY ADVANTAGE !!!!! this acts as an idol at the final 6 which means I'm not going home !!!!! This is an incredible feeling but it still only gets me to the final 5, I have to play out from there until the end. I'm in a tricky situation with eve who I trust, but with this immunity being a puzzle i think if i really tried i could have a good shot at winning but do i risk winning 2 immunities in a row and THEN on top of that playing an advantage?? my threat level would increase SO MUCH, but it might be what i need, i dont see myself in the position to make any big flashy strategic moves in this end game, meaning i have to make a statement some other way to the jury. But do I risk losing the last 2 immunities?? It's an incredibly tough call that I have to make before i would like because i work through the challenge deadline and the first 2 hours of tribal, so i really need to get my shit together soon. I'm a lot of things but a quitter is not ones, im not in an ideal position but at least im in any position, better this than ponderosa. I just have to make the best move WHATEVER that is, and hope that it pays off in the longrun. Do i pitch a final 3 to tommy?? Would he take me to the end? Do i try and rekindle with sarah/stoner or do I bank on my relationship with darcy is enough to keep me in? So many factors, so little time, so many possibilities. Survivor gods please be on my side. Please. 

Eve I love you and you're great, but you pushed way too hard to know what my vote was, then tried to vote me out. Even if I'm a goat, I'm not THAT stupid 👀 Also. Even if I don't get individual immunity, I fuckin LOVE PUZZLES 

I can't believe I made it to the finale after this crazy season but it's no time to slow down I'm in the Final 6 and I need to keep playing hard because now I can be in a vulnerable position after flipping last tribal. I just need to make sure I don't go home tonight, or Darcy, or Stoner. Right now I think I can potentially win if I get to the end with the people I'm planning to so I just need to keep trying my hardest to stay afloat in this game, keep moving towards the goal and doing my best. Hopefully I end up on top! :) 

CHRIS IS VOTED OUT

Final 5 and I feel like I already lost the game, but as long as they keep me I'm going to keep fighting until the end and try to win at final tribal council if I''m able to survive. I think if I can survive tonight's Final 5 tribal I have a really good shot at making it to Final 3 so it's all about making it to Final 3 at this point because I need to be there to have a shot at winning. 

BAMBOOZLE ME FASTER SO I CAN GO TO SLEEP. But hey last tribal was spicy as hell idk how I keep being so stupid STONER YOU FOOL. I'm voting Darcy because I'm salty about being lied to, if I get voted out this round I'm ok with it because I made it this far anyways and I think I played an honest ass game. I'd rather go down with some dignity and no sense of moral turmoil and guilt (cough cough stoner) than go lying through my teeth to people I kinda like talking to. Also I watched tribal at 2am and never went to sleep again and am moderately delirious so catch me on no beauty sleep tonight only <3 

IM IN THE FINAL 5 BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY I WON IMMUNITY AND IM IN THE FINAL 4, BY 1 FREAKING POINT!!!! god bless...... i didnt confess last round so lets jump back... actually i might've but not after that TRIBAL. So basically i won immunity and had the legacy advantage which meant me and eve were in the final 5, but not everyone knew that, when i did my talking it seemed as though the consensus was DARCY... or so i thought, but either way I didnt want darcy out which meant I had to do something, despite eve wanting darcy too with my legacy advantage being the key component to that whole round I knew stoner had to go home after our last conversation together, practically threatening me and telling me im a big threat and im gonna go home, all while cockily saying he's not going anywhere, and continuously talking about how keeping him is good because he's gonna do what's "convenient" but guess what stoner, you can't reason with convenience, so he had to go. so I told eve we should do stoner instead, the threat of him having an idol had been around since the final 7 and with next round the last time to play one and my legacy being good until 6 i was in a tricky spot, so I swapped mine and eves votes to stoner and luckily they split they're votes somehow for some reason and after eves 2 were cancelled the vote was 2-2 which could have ended up as a tie but with myself and eve both SAFE we had nothing to lose to campaign at tribal why stoner should go and how we aren't going to flip our votes, in the end it worked and 4-0. After tribal i approach sarah considering her allies just blindsided her to which i am presented with the idea that she wants DARCY gone, cracks were already forming which is JUST WHAT I WANTED, i knew stoner was the glue holding sarah and darcy together if at all considering each of their relationships to him, so cutting him out broke the ice on the darcy vs sarah fued. Fast forward to now, i win immunity after a STRESSFUL FUCKING DAY OF THIS CHALLENGE, but i won so im GRATEFUL. Anyways it seems like people still wanna do Darcy, tommy and eve included, HOWEVER, if i had it my way tommy would go home tonight, he's a big physical threat and if FIC is a pressure cooker I don't see myself beating him, and if i can use this to keep darcy on my side and potentially protect me if eve flips on me at four then thats great, if not that then darcy and sarah can continue to be at each others throats while me and eve go to the final 3. 

DARCY IS VOTED OUT

SARAH IS VOTED OUT

Tonight is final trial! I need all the luck I can get, tonight it the determining factor that will show who the winner of this long chaotic season will be, stay tuned!

FINAL TRIBAL COUNCIL TAKES PLACE

Well tonight after final tribal council it feels like I have no chance, I was thrown off by nicole (Rightfully so) and didn't know how to recover. Ive learned how Egotistical and how much of a bully people see me as. I really dont see a point in winning a game if people think im those things. I really hope kevin gets his second win and joins the ranks of 2 time winners, he really deserves it, hes so kind and has been typing to me while i was crying after that all. To say the least, I dont know what else to say in this game, I had a lot of fun getting to know people. I played hard, but unfortunately I guess I need to do some self work from the sounds of it. Maybe I'm just taking Nicoles speech about me to hard, but i really thought me and her made up. Clearly, theres still some things that need to be discussed between the two of us. I never meant to hurt anyones feelings, put down anyone, or make people feel like they where beneath me, but I guess i did, and I have to own that now. This game really has reminded me of why 1) I am in this community because of the AMAZING PEOPLE ive met and 2) Why i need to take a break from them, because at the end of the day, I clearly have a lot to work on to make sure im not an egotistical bully, for some reason those words stuck with me more than anything else that was said tonight. Thank you monty and gage for the AMAZING season and the good times, sorry if my game was not as good as it could be. I feel like ive crawled my way up from the bottom so many times. And here I am sitting at FTC, feeling on the bottom again. 

#zestypowerfuluniqueflavorfulhealthy #confessionals

[irageneveart]

I rly liked ur rfa hc, and was wondering if I could ask for one about the rfa and horror movies? Like what each members fav movie or monster/etc would be, or how they'd react to horror movies! It's cool if u dont wanna, ur just the only person I've seen doing those that likes horror too, and I rly rly wanna mix the two together cause i love both~

wow anony you’re making me smile so much! thank you for the feedback, I’m a sucker for that sjkdfdifhd and I’m very very happy you enjoyed those HCs!!!

I’m honored to be able to answer this for you haha it’s good to be in totally different and weird fandoms xDDDD

I hope you enjoy these, it was fun to think what they would like and the reasons why, I hope I did well. under the cut cause I don’t like covering someone’s entire dash jdskfdsn

thank youuu for your request and sweet words o/

RFA and their favorite horror movies

ZEN

you’d expect Zen to be “MC these aren’t real / don’t worry I’ll protect you” but he’s actually scared during the movie lmao

ofc, he won’t ever say it out loud but, Zen, you don’t sweat and grab the couch at every jumpscare because you find the movie boring pls

no series movies because he doesn’t know if he has time to watch them every day and he doesn’t want to disappoint you. he will watch any movie you pick tho

the movie has to be at least decent in plotting, he can pick up bad acting really fast and it will just ruin the movie for him. if the main protagonist is just a screaming lady in distress he won’t be really impressed by the movie

he enjoys the most those with a bit of romance on the side. he liked the chemistry between the scientist and the journalist from “The Fly”, he understood the drive of Candyman from the movie with the same name, he even liked “Only Lovers Left Alive” even if you found it completely slow and boring. I know I did

his favorite tho has to be “The Shape of Water”. it had a bit of love, a bit of plot, a bit of gore and well written and diverse characters

after it ended he acted a bit in front of you, telling you he loves you without words and taking you in for a slow dance because you are his Eliza

what a sappy bastard gosh i love him

YOOSUNG

needless to say all of them scare him lol but he will act brave because what if they scare you! and you need him!!

he likes long series that you two can go on marathon with, blankets and snacks are mandatory

if you just finished binge watching a show this week, next week you can put on the Halloween series and so on. he’s fine with most slasher movies, but somehow still hopes people will escape even if you know damn well there’s just one survivor in these movies come on Yoo

the one that stuck with him the most has to be “Happy Death Day”. he found it relatable, the student life and the way he found it funny and cool at first, just like Tree

but the more the movie progressed he started to feel sad and maybe it’s okay to age and just do the same things every day with the people you love. it’s comfy and secure and he likes that the most about his life with you

he gave you a long embrace after, he was happy with the ending and the movie gave him a weird feeling of being content

JAEHEE

“These aren’t real, MC. There is no thing like immortality” she says in a very unimpressed voice

yep, she doesn’t like horror movies

you can watch them tho she has nothing against them, it’s just she feels there are better things to do than watching fake blood and screaming everywhere

however if there is something more than the general annoying people-killer-killing-end things that she finds so predictable and boring, she will watch what you very nicely ask her to

she watched “Don’t Breathe” and “10 Cloverfield Lane” which she found pretty nice, but the endings threw her off and ruined the feeling for her

She also watched “The Shining” which she enjoyed the most up until that point

but one night you ask her to watch "Get Out” without telling her anything, and she loved it. not only that she didn’t expect the twist, but she also finds it terrifying because it can be true. themes like racism, slavery and etc - these are sad truths that were, and in some cases still are, real

JUMIN

alright listen, he loves everything with magic, cults, even monsters, but it has to have a plot

but just. don’t watch horror movies with him.

or any movie for that matter ksdkjsfjbd

Juju, I love you but I don’t need to know every historically correct detail about this scene I just wanted to see them married ok

with horror he is always picking on the realistic parts of the movies even if you’re watching something like freaking IT. “that cannot be possible”, it’s a movie Juju keep watching. “that is too much blood for just a cut in the forearm” JUMIN

the only time he is completely silent is when he’s watching movies like “Zodiac / The zodiac killer”, “Saw” or “V from Vendetta”, trying to figure out the outcome. bonus points if he doesn’t guess the ending and he’s just BOOM

his favorite tho is “Silence of The Lambs”. he is so engaged into the movie, the acting, the filming, Hannibal, everything. his only reaction is just one word as the movie ends. Masterpiece.

he will find every little detail about the story afterward tho, prepare yourself for an entire week of information. he tried the show too, but it didn’t leave him with the same feelings as the original movie did

one night before bed he will turn around and he would just ask you if you want him to acquire healthy human flesh for cooking juju wtf go to sleep

he is so precious just let him learn and discover everything omg but no human flesh pls

SAEYOUNG

he is like Randy Meeks from “Scream”, you bring up horror movies he will constantly talk only in horror movies quotes and will trivia the shit out of you

lmao he won’t ask you to watch movies, he will just call you from the other room asking in a ghostface voice “Wanna watch a scary movie~?”

he knows every slasher movie with behind the scenes, out takes, lost tapes and every buried article on the internet. the perks of being a hacker

of course he loves “Alien” and “Predator” series, space and aliens? he’s in

he also probably owns a very rare copy of the masks used on the set for Jason and Michael. you really spend time making sure that’s not the real goddamn mask of Leatherface made out of human skin, that’s how real and good it looked

there is at least one day in the week where you, Seven, Saeran and Vandy are watching a horror together. it’s usually Vanderwood nagging Saeyoung for dropping the chips on the carpet, you’re laughing and Saeran is the only one to actually watch the movie and just ignore the rest

but aside the movies you two know so well and have a fun time watching, being silly at this point after watching them again and again, he really likes the ones on the darker side of realism. “The Number 23” and 1960’s “Psycho” are movies he just likes to sit down and watch

but his favorite is “American Psycho” hands down. he won’t comment much on it, he watches it pretty serious and engaged into the movie, doesn’t matter how many times he has seen it

seeing Patrick Bateman’s double life and how creepy, disturbing, frightening, satirical, funny and heartbreaking the movie is you don’t have to guess too much why Saeyoung loves this movie tho

he is the type that would totally fuck you while wearing a horror mask if you asked him to don’t @ me

boyfriend goals ksdnkjdjbnfsdjk ok i’ll see myself out

#ira geneve #rfa headcanons #zen hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #mystic messenger #horror themes mentioned #mysme headcanons #anon request #writing requests #my writing

[neko-shinigxmi]

.: NatsuShio: The OC/Canon Ship That Ruined My Life :.

(In the Best Way)

@supernatural-cat98, get buckled in.

   Let’s start with how I started. An Okami OC.

   Her name is Shiori, but her full name is Shiorigami, a brush kami OC for the game Okami. Once an adoptable from DeviantArt, I made her into a fully-fleshed out character fit for the game. Sure, she’s an usual hybrid (nekotori; cat body, but with tail feathers like a small peacock), but she’s the kami of Poems and Literature. She’s got social anxiety and a thinly veiled reference to autism, as she is stunted to everyone, including her extensive family...but writing is where she blooms.

   Fiction, biographies, history, poems of all kinds... If it’s writing, she’s happy. It protects her and makes her happy, even when she fears she isn’t a good enough brush kami. Even if her powers are an inky echo of her mother’s.

   She once had short hair. She once loved a Lunarian named Kazuki... A scholar of the Moon Tribe, during a period of tension and war between his people and the Celestials... Shiori’s people. Despite it all, they truly did love each other, despite never admitting it out loud. He was gifted a scroll of poems he inspired her to write. He gave her a golden necklace- almost collar-like- with the symbol of the Moon Tribe engraved on the back.

   ...He would end up dying in a slaughter done by the evil the Moon Tribe had summoned. Those who fled to the mortal world to escape the war becoming the only survivors. Kazuki was gone...and left Shiori not only with a deep depression, but also with a fear to care for anyone who was mortal.

   Who could die and be ripped from her grasp, just like Kazuki had.

   Her hair grew out over the years (faceclaim: Suiren Shibazeki from Hibi Chouchou), protected by her mother to ease her pain of the death of the one she loved most...and in the years after the events of Okami, would stay either in her room on the Celestial Plain or occasionally live on the mortal world, in a small house to herself among a forest not too far from Ryoshima Coast.

   And so. It would be this starting point for a fateful meeting...

   Natsu Dragneel. Specifically, burningheartdragneel, my roleplay partner. (To my Shio, @goddessof-poems.) He met Amaterasu first, having somehow...gotten himself a little universe-lost. Befriending her was easy; both liking to fight, both loving to eat... It was easy for them.

   Yet he poses an interesting challenge for sweet, quiet Shiori. Little bookworm, easily forgets to eat at all, and isn’t much one for the adventuring scene, like her mother or Natsu.

   ...However, it’s because of her Natsu learns the joys of reading; specifically, an adventurous story of fiction Shiori had written some time before. He makes a small, but decent meal for the forgetful Shiori, ensuring she eats...and even motivates her to get out of her home, taking him to show off Ryoshima Coast and her own Water Tablet that Amaterasu gifted her.

   It’s our current roleplay and a still on-going one, but we came up with so much more as we talked over Discord. They will slow burn their way, but us? We know how the path goes....and we ended up falling in love with a pairing of our own creation.

ExoticGeneral: Ah gods I love this! Especially since Shiori isn't the kind to stop her work to eat or anything Natsu would at some point bring snacks with him and probably feed her (and he hardly likes sharing either) because somebodies is gonna have to be watching over her. But if he woke up with her all beside him, he'd be pretty flustered about it. Plus as an added bonus he always oddly warm, which makes for good cuddling in the winter/chilly days. :3c Yeah, he'd probably be more careful with her because even if she is a brush good she's just so fragile. He'd probably bond with her relatively easy though since he's always been a cat kinda guy? But yeah, demon hunting would be a big no-no while she was around. No need to try and scare her away. But I thought about that heat headcanon thing would be funny cause I can't see either making the first move ever! xD

Aki: Oh gosh, yeah. Shiori's the type for "skinny love" situations, where it's almost painfully obvious she loves the person, but if nobody acts on it, then it's this firm stalemate. Tbh, she'd likely only "confess" if he got really hurt and she was scared for him....but even then, it's confusing for the oblivious bc-?? Was that a confession? What if it wasn't????

ExoticGeneral: But god a confession like that would be hilarious cause it might just go over his head! He'd probably just grin like an idiot, being all like 'Thanks that means a lot' and playing it off as completely platonic possibly. He may be bold in everything else, but love is something he's actually insecure about considering his first girlfriend died, his mom, like three of his dads and his brother wants to murder him.

Aki: Ommmmggggg. She'd probably laugh a little and keep trying to tell herself it's better this way, bc like...... (And this is what kills me) She'd rather have a friend in him than nothing at all bc of rejection so she'd start spiraling down and try to keep upbeat even though she keeps thinking about it and getting guilty bc what if he only wants them to be friends???? What if he didn't like romance at all?? She doesn't want to push him away from her..... She'd rather suffer years of not having him love her back then lose him. (And re-reading this..... Ouch on the death of the first girlfriend. Shiori knows that pain.... Except slightly more painful that she also never confessed to the guy and lost him to the slaughter of the Moon Tribe.)

ExoticGeneral: AKI DONT They'd both end up suffering because they're shy potatoes who can't convey their feelings properly for the life of them! It wouldn't even get better cause she'd only start going down hill after a while and he'd more than likely notice but not realize he's the problem in a way and FUUUUUUCCCKKKK

Aki: HAHAHAHAHAA, YOU'RE TOO LATE; MY POWERS HAVE BEEN REALIZED She'd actually manage pretty well for awhile, being oblivious, but then the feelings would start and that very emotion would be her downfall. Because then what are you supposed to do when you want to hug your "friend" for no apparent reason and just...stay there? That you wouldn't mind if he stayed over all the time and got to sleep with him, because that's when the nightmares kept away from her? (And even if they did show up, he was there to comfort her...) She's an absolutely wreck after awhile and keeps spacing out and begins to screw up and she's like a black hole collapsing in on itself and it hurts so bad to watch

ExoticGeneral: STAHP YOURE HURTING MY SHIPPER HEART BEFORE THE SHIP ACTUALLY EXISTS That blackhole though, like how do you even fix that??? Because the closer you get to her the more it's probably hurting her and you could confess but getting closer is what caused it to progress. HOW DO YOU PROTECT YOUR SHIT WHEN YOU'RE THE PROBLEM!?!? Your making me emotional and it's only like 8 in the morning, I don't want to start my day sad already!

Aki: Shiori finally breaking down in front of Natsu though. Like, it was a little trip over a tree root or something and she says, "O-oh, n-no, I'm fine...." But Natsu's just-??? No you're not, you're crying. Why are you crying? What hurts?? And from there she starts bawling and Natsu is awkward but tries his best. He also has little to no idea what she's saying pass those sobs of hers, but oUCH PAIN EVERYWHERE. Then- awhoop- right out of that sobbing mess comes a pretty clear confession, whoo boy--

ExoticGeneral: But HOLY SHIT when a confession happens he'd get flustered. To the point of constant figgeting and just a permanent blush would cover his face. He'd probably end up staying silent, then just start crying and fuck me up. The first confession of his life??? hE WAS NOT READY FOR THIS BUT IS TOTALLY ACCEPTING OF THIS! She'd get to see an entirely new spectrum of him though when he gets all soft-hearted and actually reveals his romantic side???

Aki: Shiori's equally as flustered and waiting to please just collapse in on herself and cease existance....and then once she realized she didn't fuck things up, she's crying with him and so much affection????? Oh no, the cutes. Cutes everywhere. Also Shiori is a huge sap and she's going to love that. But now he has to deal with his cute new goddess gf blushing whenever he smooches even just her cheek. Or holds her hand. Or snuggles up to her..... When he breathes LMAO, Jk...~

ExoticGeneral: THem crying together. THat thought just gives me life cause they're just two mushy emotional destroyed people atm. Just I don't even know who would actually recover first at that point, maybe Natsu, and just give her the longest most affectionate hug he's got in him. This relationship ain't gonna last long, give it like a week and he'll probably die from a cute overload. He'd try to pamper her a bit (though he wouldn't know how really) and just take her out to star gaze and do some silly things. But holding hands??? Like that's really lewd ya know.

Aki: Yeeeaaaahhh, he probably would. Shiori's trying to calm down, but those silly tears won't stop~ But she'll still snuggle close when he hugs her and hug him back. AH. AAAAAAHHHHHH. Natsu coming back to her place after that little event and suddenly, her new greeting is, "Welcome home," with a bright smile. Natsu kneels tf over bc cHRIST DID HE JUST HAVE A HEARTATTACK?!?!?!??

   Oh yes. We had a LENGTHY talk about their confession... But is that all? Of course not!! We’ve also had conversations about...

   Sleeping habits:

Aki: Oh man, and if she woke up to that racing heart of his.... All sleepy and concerned and it's right out of a romance novel and someone help Natsu bc death is rapidly approaching

ExoticGeneral: And the thing is that's one of his quirks. Like his way of saying 'I think I like you' IS sleeping at there house a lot more often. TO the point where it's just an everyday exerpeince and it's only weird if he DOESN'T show up one night.

Aki: !!!! Natsu being late one night and he's surprised bc it's late as fuck but there's Shiori, obviously tired and ready for bed, but unable to sleep because she'd gotten used to sleeping with Natsu and his warmth. (He has to pull confidence and fake cheer before he's allowed to start dying in the darkness of her room; that was so fuckin' cute and she was holding onto that little cat plush and she looked so lonely jfc whAT THE FUCK that level of cute is illegal in all the states and all of the worlds and timelines, bYE)

ExoticGeneral: But I can totally see that! He just kinda pushes open her door and it's like 2 in the fucking morning. The conflicted feelings he must have though knowing that when he walks in there he's gonna suffer for a few hours or more but is like 'fuck ing worth it.'  (She needs to tone it down because if the guy who lives to fight wants to SNUGGLE then there's a problem. No one man, goddess or not, should be allowed to have so much power!)

Aki: She's just more than happy to see him bc dang it, she couldn't sleep without him...and the second she's comfy and curled up against him? Boop. Out like a light. (Plot twist: her real power is being cute as hell. Her cuteness so strong, who needs weaponry?? Flutter those lashes, tilt her head... If she has the ears and feather tails out? B y e. You're dead now. Sorry, don't make the rules.)

ExoticGeneral: JEEz THOUGH! Not being able to sleep without him! Now all of a sudden he becomes like a necessity for a proper nights sleep, or any at all really. (But that's one way to competely get to him. Sexy? Pfffft, he can ignore that most of the time. Cute, fucking slay him okay? Just 'Here lies Natsu, rest in pieces' and fuck she's a cutie!)

Aki: I mean.... He could be a mean little one and let her pass out once it becomes too much, but there's also the huge implication that Natsu actually sorta gets her on a sleep schedule?? Something she usually doesn't have at all???? When Natsu's getting snuggled up in the futon, it basically becomes a sign of, "Oh, time to stop for today and sleep." Reverse alarm clock, Natsu is. Getting a certain poetry goddess to bed rather than waking her up (or keeping her up, as is). (Shiori perfected the cute ability. Cute traits that'd be passed down for generations. Flirting-but-not-flirting, the ultimate technique. How will poor Natsu ever survive?!?)

   Dinners with Mom Amaterasu:

Aki: Meet the parents? More like, "Forget that formal stuff! Let's go out and eat dessert before dinner!!!!" Because Ammy doesn't really do formal anymore and why not just....use the time for the better?? Like eating???? Not to mention, then she can embarrass the two like, "Now you gotta feed each other. Do it, do it, do it~!!" Ammy is a gr8 mom, as you can tell

ExoticGeneral: Well I don't think it could happen. I think Ammy and natsu met because he tried pelting her with water ballons. There is no need to be formal after that! But I can see Ammy rigging everything somehow. Just like ordering milkshakes for all three but 'accidentally' forgets one so she gets a whole one while Natsu and shiori share. with coincidentally two staws.

Aki: "Hmmmm, would you look at that.... Strange." Casually drinks at her own like NBD--  And that's true!!! No formality exists here; there's only the two dorks and the shy poet, who's more than happy to be the little side-line cheerleader for their antics. (Unless they're questionable. Then she's worried and trying to get them off of the idea. Probably crit. hits Natsu by being cute.)

  The time I almost wrote in our RP that Shiori was gonna kiss his cheek....and they’re not even CLOSE to dating, oh boy:

Aki: .....It suddenly occurs to me that I want an aesthetic made of NatsuShio.............

ExoticGeneral: I'm laughing. This isn't a pairing (Yet) and you're like grabby hands

Aki: Hey. Hey. Compare this to the time I almost wrote in Shio kissing Natsu's cheek waaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy too early, and a little aesthetic ain't that bad~

ExoticGeneral: You know if you had wrote that slip up I would have went along with it too. It would have been a hilarious mess.

Aki: LMAO. Even Shiori would be confused like, "......I have never before in my LIFE ever done that.... Why did I do that now?!?" This is the Sims and I am the tru god and their lives are my pLAYTHINGS

ExoticGeneral: He would have stopped everything for a solid 5 minutes then continue like it didn't happen. If you don't react it's like it never happened, right? I mean that's how we do it anyways. We make them suffer cause it's fun

Aki: Plot twist, though...... Isn't even freezing considered a reaction?! So by freezing he thinks he didn't react, but the act of freezing up is a reaction in itself......!! YOU'VE BEEN PLAYED, NATSU!!! They aren't suffering yet, buuuuut..... All in due time

   Memes, of course:

ExoticGeneral: Ammy: So do you and Shio call each other pet names? Natsu: Pfffft! No! Of course not! Ammy: What do bees make then? Natsu:....Honey? Shio, from the other room: Yeah, sweetie? Ammy: Don't you ever lie to my face again.

Aki: tHIS WOULD HAPPEN, F U CK-- I AM LOSING IT

   And the moment we acknowledged how we know this ship was The One; our OTP forever and always: (featuring the best rant I’ve ever written for this ship)

ExoticGeneral: It's literally freaking insane how you just start having ten billions of ideas running through you're head! Like okay time to put then through some angst hell, then recovery fluff, little slice of life, smooches and some bonding/ development??? Like Im getting way too far ahead of myself here??? But the ideas/drabbles keep on rolling anyway. This is how you know this is the one.

Aki: Yes!!! And like.... Honestly, I pride myself on doing "realistic" stuff? Having my characters contradict themselves sometimes, do something that would hurt....cause humans are like that. Hell, it's why I also brazenly went for Shiori's emotional breakdown when she heard the news that all Lunarians had died..... Including her dear Kazuki.  Being able to imagine and know how that breakdown went in my head, where nothing she tried worked, until she went crawling back to her mother to grant her wish to not exist...take the pain away......  Boi. B o i. When it comes to big time storywriting, I get hELLA AMPED. I'm ready to show them every corner of the world, good or bad. Perfection or deep flaws. Give me that angst where they will realize that it hurts, but having someone to hurt with makes the pain ease a little. It doesn't fix everything, but having those assuring words and someone who cares deeply makes it harder to be upset. Let them have those slice of life days where Shiori wakes up in bed for once, stomach not aching or feeling like a void, and ready to start a new day. Have him drag her out to explore and shake up her old, rigid life. Let them, in the future, kiss and hug and wonder why....but know that if waiting so long meant finding love and getting it this right, then it was worth the wait. Let them develop so much, that we look back to where we started and cackle with joy, cause they friggen made it. Wow, a sappy rant from me, yEEHAW

ExoticGeneral: Damn right sister! Preach it! Like sometimes I just sit there with some bsckground music on and its so fitting that you just throw out 20 paragraphs like no problem. I just need those days with them where they argue over something little and it gets so blown out of proprtion and convoluted that they just forget what is was about? Just random nights of stargazing then falling asleep? Or literally doing nothing and either of them thinks of their s/o and gets super flustered for no reason? The day they actually become a couple but still trains his tush off and shio doesnt ask how he got strong, but why he did cause heckie is that gonna be one wild ride of a story. But the simple, final answer is to  protect her. Not because she's the daughter of Ammy, but because he failed to do so with his dad and elder brother and doesn't want to lose her too. Like I want weakness that comes with trust? Fear that comes with love? But also the fulfilling satisfaction of contentness. That you wouldn't trade this for anything else, its a unique feeling that only they can deliver. Ya feel?

Aki: Right??? Good heavens, mention music and now I need to go look up Shio's number one mood music........ Can't think Shio romance (especially where it's "skinny love") without remembering the song, sO-- Right?? Well, more likely her trying to fight back but she angry cries and just gets frustrated and shuts down. Won't talk. Won't feed the flames anymore with replies, but doesn't seek peace, either. It's a night where it alternates between dead silence in the home once more or quiet, strained sobs of someone who's already used to being hurt; she's just finding it harder to keep that pain quiet.    But it's..... It's home. More than it's ever been. From a family she couldn't quite connect with some days, to her own home all to herself... A place her own and where her life fit.    Last thing she would've ever expected is to find- in many ways- her opposite....and yet someone she'd find herself falling for all the same. Where it's funny to imagine her home used to be quiet and peaceful. Now there's some training dummies outside and even if he strays from home, she can hear him making noises out not too far away. There's footsteps of another person in her home now. This home....it's his home, too.    Something they're both happy to have. Company, understanding, and just.... An imbalance that makes it a balance by not being perfect.    She slows him down. He speeds her up.    They learn something from each other.    It hurts sometimes. His life will likely be long....but to what length? Will it end? Does she want to know? Should she ask?    And understanding what her mother saw in mortals from that.... Just because they cannot match in eternal age, doesn't make it all any less. The memories shared? Still memories made. Love was still had and wasn't it sweet? To love someone so completely, to have fought and made up, loved and lost...    It's scarier when it's you who can be hurt; this isn't watching someone's life play out like a movie. This is her life now and his and theirs together and it breaks her heart to know she could potentially lose him, but..... He's going to teach her so much. And she would understand what her mother does.    He'll be loved all the more for it.

ExoticGeneral: I literally have absolutely no words for this. I cant believe you would make me cry like this at midnight. This was the most hurtful, true, heartfelt yet heartbreaking thing I've read. I freaking forgot you did poetry is you spare time like holy.

   ...They just. Work together. It’s the perfect “opposites attract” relationship while still maintaining a balance between who they are alone and what their relationship is. The bolster of inspiration and motivation that they get from each other... He motivates her to leave the house more (often with him on a little adventure) and gives her that experience. As said, she slows him down and gets him to read more. Even try writing for himself, writing Shiori a small poem that he [slams down onto her desk and runs off in a hurry] gives her.

   Broadening their horizons with each other. The support and pure affection and how they do their best in their own ways to support each other... It’s perfect. Made a home in our hearts. And we sure wouldn’t want it any other way.

   As a final note... Have one more silly little meme we came up with:

Aki: So I'm re-reading our chat [again] and I just thought of this...... Natsu: I live to fight, so Imma take you down!!! Shiori, in her sleepy-whiny voice: Natsuuuu...... I wanna cuddle.... Natsu, already leaving: .......Someone else lives to fight and will take you down!!!

ExoticGeneral: You know that old saying goes, he who runs away lives to fight another day I'm glad I'm the only who just goes back and re-reads this entire message board of gross romance and heartbreak

   So yes, ship NatsuShio. Your heart will thank you...after it dies for 2 hours because of the angst that tails this ship in bittersweet flavors.

#NatsuShio #oc x canon #natsu dragneel #Okami #okami oc #Aki speaks #[SCREAMS WITH SO MUCH FEELING] #I WOULD LIVE FOREVER FOR THESE TWO #AND I PROBABLY AM!!!!!!! #[SCREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMSSSSSS]

[acquisitive-adventurers]

How did Singlar lose his wife? Did he feel he lost her through his own negligence or ineptitude, or does he blame someone else for her death? Has he ever considered looking for a way to bring her back from the dead? Would he ever consider that?

(Thanks for the ask, @calabren-iarian !)

THIS IS LARGELY MY FAVORITE THING TO TRY AND WRITE??? It came out in an rp AGES ago with Singlar’s mun, and he was like (oocly) “what if you were my wife but I thought I’d lost you?” during a really sad part of an rp. It ripped my heart out and it’s been that way forever.

It’s evolved from something akin to screaming into the void to something else less screamy.

Singlar was pretty young as a dwarf – few decades old, probably 60 or so – and he was out exploring with his older brother, Kóri. They were out, being stupid “young” guys, when they came upon a night elf village. They weren’t used to meeting any of the other races beyond dwarves, gnomes, and humans, and the elves were… gorgeous, to say the least. Kóri would joke at Singlar about “staring too long,” but as a young paladin, the starlight that emanated from their eyes was intoxicating.

Though he and his brother left the village after a particularly bad cold snap (it was only like a few days before the weather opened up), Singlar had developed a major crush on the elf that would become his wife. It took maybe ten years before they actually got married, and they stayed that way for almost 80 years (so he’d be roughly 150-160 when she “died”). They’d made a home in the mountain ranges between Mount Hyjal/Felwood/Winterspring, and they were pretty happy.

Emerald Dream portals would open randomly though, and the village they lived in believed they were well defended, so no one left. Singlar left to go visit his brother in Ironforge (for some business) and left Zaha’a alone at their home. When Singlar returned a few weeks later, it was a gory mess: the village was reduced to smoldering ash, fresh corpses of elves and worgen were everywhere, and Singlar couldn’t find his wife anywhere among the survivors. So, he thought she’d perished.

For another 90+ years, he held a hatred for elves and worgen (and anyone that could turn into one tbh). He blamed himself for staying too long in Ironforge, for not taking the first boat and being delayed by a few extra hours, for not bringing his wife along in the first place.

Since there wasn’t anything left of her – possessions, body, even a photo – Singlar was left with nothing of his wife, but her visage haunted him every day for nearly 50 years. He went and drank himself nearly to death, until the kingdoms of men started asking for the other races to help build up their cities. He spent the next few decades working, drinking, sleeping with everyone, and refusing to allow himself to grieve or let go of his anger. He got sick, and sicker, and sickest of all when the orcs invaded Azeroth. He was one of the first to put his skills into the armies for the Alliance, and used it as an excuse to shed blood.

(Even that left him so very hollow inside, and it did not feel good to watch the blood go down the drain after a battle.)

When his commanders realized what he was doing, he was sent to Silithus to keep the supply chains there flowing for the Alliance and keep them as long as possible from the Horde. It was only when he touched down in Stormwind and was given the orders to go did he see Ahilyah for the first (and only) time fully decked out in her commander’s armor – at the time, he didn’t know she was his commander and was pretty awful to her, but she let it slide – as they were both introduced to the other members of their team.

All seven of them left to go to Silithus. Eventually, after battles and literal years spent in the bug-infested cesspool, everyone but Singlar and Ahilyah died or were transferred. They didn’t get any other teammates, and it was just them holding down an entire outpost.

They grew comfortable, enough to drink and sleep in the same room together (more for camaraderie than anything else), and eventually they started sharing their lives. She told him about her explorations and commander school, he told her how it was to grow up in the heart of a mountain; he explained paladin teachings (that he often scoffed at in the same breath of whispering his prayers to the Light), she explained beautiful and terrifying worlds beyond their touch that only a few could (or would) ever see. They were friends.

Between fighting the Horde and the old god worshippers and the bugs, Ahilyah was often given secret missions that they’d go and usually sabotage Horde encampments (”don’t explain anything to me, and I’ll have no questions to ask,” Singlar would tell her), but one time there was a month of nothing. Singlar asked if the war was over, if they’d be released from this Hell and they’d finally go their separate ways; she explained she’d already been given her orders, and had been given plenty of mail about not completing it yet.

When he asked why they hadn’t gone out to do “another get-this, kill-that” mission, she explained it wasn’t that type of mission anymore. It was supposed to have them go outside of the combat zone and kill any and every Horde village nearby. She had twenty-four hours to respond, or she’d be court marshaled, judged by the king and his peers, and executed. (She still didn’t know which part of the kingdom this order came from, but it had an official seal. She had asked the high command for a repeat of the orders, but she never got one – so, she stayed put, mostly because of her morals and also because she didn’t believe it was a real King Varian-stated order.)

They had a screaming match due to misunderstandings until she screamed something in anger – basically “you’re such a stupid dwarf, I can’t believe I put up with you for so many centuries” – and he was like “????what????”

And then they had a very awkward reveal that she was his wife.

He was angry, hurt, confused, and felt like he wanted to throw up. He ended up camping out in the next outpost over, thinking everything over.

Ahilyah never did the mission. At this point the Alliance basically forgot about Silithus as the Legion expac started, King Wrynn dying, and the other Alliance leaders straining under Anduin’s leadership. He came back after fighting on the Broken Shore for a while (she was in Suramar for a time), but they went back to Silithus when the Broken Isles were secure.

Days before the Sargeras skewering of the world, they started to talk about things. Though Anduin’s reign was much different than his father’s, their relationship would never be able to heal. Silithus was going to be released so the people there could refocus elsewhere in the world, but so far it was just a waiting process.

They were on their way out of the zone (near the northern mountain range) when the sword came down. The group they were traveling with were able to get into a nearby cave, but it turned out to be a straight view of the valley; they’d be burned alive if the shockwave didn’t kill them.

And being stupid, Singlar kind of just stood in front of Ahilyah as they curled up in the corner of the cavern while Silithus erupted in flames. In the last few seconds before the flames hit them, he was like, “I wasted years over you.” And she just had to tell him to choose: the anger, or a clear future.

When the shockwave hit, everything exposed to the flames was horribly burned.  Chunks of Azerite were thrown into bodies of people, killing some instantly due to the intense high while others were in severe agony. The dwarves and gnomes that sat in the cavern came out completely different, half infused with this rock that deformed their bodies but also gave them immense strengths they hadn’t had before.

Ahilyah ends up with horrible burns/scars across the right side of her body (and flecks on her left). The warrior’s right eye glows like the Azurite does, and parts of her scars sometimes glow if she gets too enraged. She goes into blind rages whenever she loses control of herself, going into a frenzy due to the Azerite in her system.

For Singlar, he’s got these giant rocks (kinda like the rock giants in Deepholm?) sticking out of his back, pulsing every time his heart beats. His eyes turn from an ice blue to brilliant gold, and the veins along his body pulse the same color. He’s got burns along the skin that isn’t infused with Azerite, and the back of his head/neck have diamonds/Azerite crystal hybrids growing out of it.

(The other dwarves and gnomes come out looking similar to Singlar, only with their own molecular type – some have sandstone/Azerite, sapphire/Azerite, etc. Each one’s experiences with the Azerite infusion range wildly to “this sucks” to “what could go wrong?”)

((I want to make an entire post about what gnomes, dwarves, goblins, and (maybe) humans taking baths in this stuff would do to them (being descendants of the Titan constructs and all), since the initial “explosion” can’t really be recreated. So it’ll just add to that layer of “well this might actually suck for us” by being so dependent on Azerite.))

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[sucaritra]

Bāṛi - Chapter 16

Word Count: 3061

Warnings: language, anxiety, Negan, death

Summary: some unlikely teamwork and what happened at the Sanctuary

A/N: i feel like a broken record but please let me know how you like the chapter! insomnia and depression have been kicking my arse lately, and i get so unmotivated when i dont hear from the readers, hence the late chapter, but here’s a long one to make up for the delay xo

Masterlist

You watched Negan’s convoy of Saviors drive through the gates from your spot at the window, before making your way out of the boudoir. As there was no telling how long Negan would be gone for, you figured you'd grab a few articles of clothing since you needed to retrieve your knife from the communal living quarters anyway. You noticed a lot of hushed conversations on your way down to the second floor; it seems as though the residents were still spooked by the events from yesterday, and rightly so. You just hoped Negan would return soon and bring some good news about yesterdays incident.

An agitated crowd did not seem like it would end well.

You returned Mason’s sweet smile he sent your way as you passed him on the stairs before continuing on, hoping to get some breakfast out of the wives if you get back soon enough. Despite the situation, you were gonna milk your time with them for all it was worth.

As usual for this time of the day, the community living quarters was mostly empty, the night shift workers being the only ones present and getting some much needed sleep. Wasting no time, you made your way to your corner, not bothering to open your curtains as you simply slipped in and started gathering a few belongings to place in your backpack.

Just as you were finishing up and placing your khanjar inside your denim jacket you were wearing, a raised voice caught your attention.

“I don't fucking care! I'm sick of waiting. We should do this now.”

“Keep your voice down! They're still too close for you to blow this for us now. You know the plan, we wait for the Chief’s orders, not before.”

You could no longer hear the argument and, assuming they’d lowered their voices, you quietly made your way to your curtains. Stealthily peeking out, you found the source of the voices, a small group of four that were huddled close together in the opposite corner from you. It took you a moment to recognise them as some of the newer recruits, having only been here a few weeks at most, however, they hadn't actually arrived together.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you strained to hear more of their conversation, disappointed when you couldn't even catch a whisper.

You speculated what little you heard could have meant as you returned to your previous task. Being mindful of the sleeping night workers, you had packed your few items as quietly as you could manage, so it was safe to assume the secretive group were unaware of you in their immediate vicinity.

Though you hadn't heard anything specific, you'd learnt over the years with the end of civilisation that anything suspicious should always be a cause for concern.

Whilst you were waiting for the group to finish their conversation and disperse so that you yourself could make your exit, you thought back to the last few weeks.

The influx of survivors arriving at the Sanctuary since you'd arrived, and even before your arrival, was definitely peculiar. Though it wasn't unheard of to come across survivors out there, those occurrences tended to happen infrequently. Hell, you could go an entire year without seeing another living soul, and months if you were actively searching for survivors. You could tell that Negan had begun to get suspicious, his jaw clenching and the vein at his temple looking just about ready to pop every time a Savior entered his office to inform him of a group's arrival, though his features were expertly schooled in time to give his introductory speech.

You weren't informed of such matters, though you did notice the steps Negan took to ensure that the groups didn't become more trouble than they were worth by making sure each group was split up when they were assigned their work details. So, while some of these members of this little ‘hush-hush’ group may have worked together, they still appeared to be a little too familiar with each other, from your perspective at least, for a bunch who arrived at the Sanctuary at separate times.

Your gut was telling you that something was wrong here, but you were lacking too many pieces to even attempt to put this puzzle together.

After a considerable amount of time, you risked peeking out again, finding you were alone once again amongst a handful of sleeping neighbours. Snatching up your backpack, you wasted no time in making your way back up to the boudoir.

Your entire journey up there had you replaying the little piece of conversation you overheard, wondering if you were just being paranoid and sensing trouble where there wasn't any. Maybe, Negan’s absence had a bigger impact on you than you realised, especially after the unexpected after-dinner show the night before, making you feel as though you were in danger without him around to protect you…

Nah. There was definitely something fishy going on around here.

You once again passed Mason on the stairs, who winked at you as he brushed passed. It made you feel better that Mason was here, you knew he was entirely capable should anything go wrong.

Back with the wives, you had a late breakfast with Sherry and Kira, before settling down on one of the many plush sofas, chit-chatting about nothing important and trying to keep your mind from the mess that is the world outside the Sanctuary gates.

Time seemed to go at a snail's pace for you now that you don't have work to occupy your time, though that boredom promptly ended when lunch time rolled around.

While the girls were getting a start on making lunch, you made your way over to the window, watching the now white column of smoke in the distance. Moving your gaze onto the courtyard in front of the Sanctuary, you watched the few Saviors that remained as they stood guard along the entrance gate and along the fence, on constant alert for any threats approaching their home.

Just as you were about to turn away and offer your help in the little kitchen behind you, your attention was caught by seven men making their way out of the factory and across the courtyard. You watched, slightly confused, as each man stealthily approached a guard, standing behind a Savior each in tandem.

“No.”

“What’s that, honey?” Tanya made her way to you as she heard you whisper, but you barely registered her presence next to you as watched, horrified, at what was about to happen down below you, knowing there was nothing you could do.

Like a well choreographed scene, the men slowly raised their guns at the same time, the Saviors not even having a chance to turn around as they were all shot through the back of the head, execution style, by the very people they were protecting.

“Oh shit!”

You could hear Tanya screaming next to you, the other wives running over towards you, wondering what the hell is going on, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the gruesome scene, watching the men remove the weapons from the dead Saviors like vultures. Hearing more gunshots, you noticed the men didn't seem fazed, carrying on with the task at hand.

Needing to confirm your suspicions, you quickly make your way towards the door, one destination in mind.

“Where are you going?! You can't go out there!”

Hearing Sherry’s pleading tone, you turn towards her as you get the door open.

“I just need to see something, I'm only going upstairs. Does this door lock?”

“Yes, but-”

“Good, lock it, shove furniture in front of it if you can, I won't be long. Don't leave, and don't let anyone in but me.”

You didn't wait for her to reply, instead quickly shutting the door behind you and rushing to the stairwell. You could hear thundering footsteps all along the staircase, unsure whether they were coming up or down, or if they were friend or foe. You didn't wait to find out, instead making your way one floor up and using the key Negan only just a few days ago had entrusted you with to open the office door.

Heading straight for the floor-to-ceiling windows to your right, you look out at the fence surrounding the side and back of the Sanctuary. Where armed Saviors on guard should have been, you instead find Saviors face-down on the ground, blood pooling around their heads. Their bodies had been picked clean of weapons and you could see the culprits making their way back towards the factory, weapons drawn.

Your eyes followed the men, immediately recognising two of them as the men who came with the last group of survivors to arrive at the Sanctuary, the one with baby Lucas. Thinking back to the conversation you partly overheard earlier, you moved to the window behind Negan’s desk, watching as the men rounded the corner and made their way towards the front entrance of the factory. You jumped as they shot at more Saviors, wait - not Saviors, regular residents of the Sanctuary fighting back against the snakes in their home.

You felt as though a heavy weight was resting on your chest, crushing you slowly until it started getting harder and harder to breathe. Knowing that now was not the time to start panicking and hyperventilating, rendering you useless, you pressed your right thumb against each finger of your right hand, starting with your index finger, hard enough in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

Sa Ta Na Ma

You saw this type of meditation on tv what seems like forever ago and you hoped to fucking high heaven that it’ll help to keep you balanced long enough to survive this. Focusing on the fight taking place below, you tried to figure out the differences between the loyal residents of the Sanctuary and those who are killing your people.

Sa Ta Na Ma

Your eyes kept darting all around the courtyard, taking in each individual, before adding more pieces to your puzzle.

Sa Ta Na Ma

With wide eyes, you come to the realisation that all the rebels are, from the ones you could see, all of the new survivors that had arrived at the Sanctuary in small groups since you had first gotten here. Except, now, they were all working together. And from the looks of it they were winning.

Not good. Not good not good not good.

Sa Ta Na Ma

You didn't know what to do. It wasn't like you could go out there, brandishing you pretty little knife at anyone getting too close. You'd be shot before you could even stick it into anyone. You were sure as shit not wanting to get out there in search of Mason. He's a big boy with working ears, he’ll know what's going on and doesn't need your restless self to help him.

All you did know was that you needed Negan and you needed him now, along with all of the men he has with him.

Your eyes zero in on Negan’s desk, knowing for a fact that he kept a walkie in there. You just prayed he didn't take this one with him today.

Diving towards the drawers, you started carelessly rooting through papers and magazines - is that a Playboy? - before almost crying out in joy when you found a walkie on top of a sheet of paper. To your utter relief, the notes on the paper told you which channel you needed to reach anyone trusted with a walkie. Reading through the notes as quick as you were able to, you figured you'd be able to reach Negan through the channel designated for impromptu missions.

Wasting no time, you quickly switched to the correct channel, immediately calling out for Negan.

“Hello? Negan?”

Not getting a response fast enough, you tried again, calling out his name.

“Maria?”

It was broken and choppy, but there was no mistaking that voice.

You tried to push your emotions to the side as you replied, needing him to hear you through the bad connection.

“You need to get back here Negan! They're killing them, it’s all those new survivors!”

You waited for a response, kicking a vase over when you didn't get one.

Making your way back to the window, you look down to see that the few remaining Saviors were dead and a few of the rebels were stationed at the gate, taking over from the dead Saviors. Hearing more gunshots, you frowned in confusion, looking around the courtyard before realising the shots were coming from inside the factory. Not hearing anyone on your floor, you made your way to the door, peeking out and finding the hallway empty.

Sa Ta Na Ma

Working up your dwindling courage, you gripped the walkie in your left hand, grabbing your knife with your right and slowly making your way towards the stairwell. You needed to know how far up they were and if there were any of your people still fighting. Slowly pushing open the doors to the stairwell, you peek over the railings, pulling back immediately when it sounds like someone is right below you. Before you can dart back to the office, you hear the men below you head down the hallway.

Straight for the boudoir.

Before you can even think up some way to distract the men away from the wives, you hear more footsteps heading towards you, and this time they're not stopping at the wives floor.

You hurry back to the office, locking the door behind you just as you hear gunshots coming from below. You don't realise you're crying until you feel the tears drop from your chin, you chest heaving as you try to control yourself. You manage to drag the couch in front of the door before you step back, eyes on the door as you try once again to reach Negan.

“Negan?! You there?”

Your voice is little more than a shaky whisper, too afraid to draw attention to yourself from the ever-nearing threat.

“Negan? If you can hear this, you need to get back right now. I don't know what to do, Negan. We need you.”

You can hear them on your floor now, casually making their way to the office, almost as if they're taunting you.

You hear more gunshots downstairs and your heart drops into your stomach, fearing for Sherry and the rest of the wives, praying they're okay.

“Negan, please.”

You hear the hitch in your voice, though you couldn't have stopped it even if you tried as you hear the footsteps stop in front of the door.

“I'm right here babygirl, don't you worry. We’re coming back darling.”

Finally hearing Negan’s voice on the other end , you tried to put a stop to your tears so you can reply without sobbing. Just as you lifted the walkie back to your lips, the door handle started to rattle. Raising your knife higher, you waited to see what the person on the other side would do, slightly surprised to hear your name being called.

“Maria? You in there?”

“Mason?”

Wasting no time, Negan rounded up his men, intent on returning to the Sanctuary and stringing the fuckers who thought they could take his home up by the nutsacks all along the fence.

He felt like a fucking idiot for bringing most of his Saviors with him, leaving the Sanctuary virtually defenceless.

The Saviors, along with the rest of the group, didn't get very far since, as soon as they stepped foot outside of the indoor car park, a hail of bullets was sent their way, taking out a couple of Saviors and Hilltoppers.

Quickly taking cover behind some cars and in alleyways, the group started firing back at the unknown assailants, well, at least the Saviors did since they were the only ones with guns. Rick braved the bullets, getting grazed in the arm in the process, and dove for the fallen Savior’s weapons, throwing a rifle at Daryl and taking aim at whoever it was that was firing at them.

As much as he wanted to turn the gun on Negan, he knew he needed him and the Saviors if he wanted to get back home alive.

It felt as though the gunfire would be never ending, the loud noise drawing more walkers towards them. Working together, the Saviors kept their aim on their attackers, who were slowly moving closer in an attempt to drop more bodies, while the Hilltoppers and Alexandrians took out any walkers that got too close.

Once the attackers ran out of ammo, they descended on the group using machetes and axes and even heavy pieces of pipes.

Rick thought their attack style was eerily similar to the Wolves, viciously attacking anyone within their reach and with no remorse, though they didn't sport the telltale ‘W’ on their foreheads.

Negan was pissed.

Not only was his home under attack, but now these savages were stopping him from coming to the rescue.

“Oh! Lucille is loving you ugly bastards! Look at her wearing your insides like fucking garlands!”

Anyone who came within reaching distance of his beloved bat was quickly wishing they hadn't as Negan took out his anger and frustration on them. He wasn't able to mock for long, however, before a neanderthal of a man body slammed him into the ground. With his breath knocked out of him, Negan was unable to catch his breath in time before the beast seemed as though he was trying to turn his head into a pancake with his fists.

Through the repeated punches, Negan was able to shove his hand into the mans face, pressing his thumb into his eye and, with one hard push, the man jumped off of him screaming, his hands cradling his now bleeding eye.

Negan’s respite didn't last long before the man kicked him onto his back once more when he tried to stand, aiming a gun at the now helpless Negan.

Watching as he smiled a hideous smile, Negan’s blood ran cold at the man’s words.

“Mason sends his regards.”

Pushing the couch out of the way, you unlock the door, finding Mason on the other side looking relieved and smiling that oh so charming smile of his.

“Oh, honey, am I glad to see you.”

tagging: @neganisking @backseat-negan

#negan #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan x you #twd fanfiction #jdm fanfiction #jdm #Jeffrey Dean Morgan

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Watch It

A/N: Also slightly based off of the song “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran. I hope you guys like it! It turned into something much longer than I expected.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 3,291

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

Anon said: “I thought of a Roomies thing that maybe plays into the direction of their storyline you might be headed in?? Y/n is having a rough night, and she doesn’t want to be alone with her thoughts, but on this particular night, Isaac isn’t home. After/while debating with herself over it she tentatively creeps across the loft to Derek’s room and peers in, before changing her mind at the last minute. As she goes to creep back to her room again, he’s like “what the hell is it you’re doing?” And-she’s caught in the headlights of Derek’s glowing alpha eyes. Basically, she ends up staying in Derek’s bed, and they predictably are awkward and funny but it’s ultimately sweet?? Idk, if it’s a bad idea don’t worry about it or anything haha ☺️x”

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Anon said: “derek x reader based on bad liar by selena gomez pls?”

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You tossed and turned, battling with the sheets just as much as you were your mind. They wrapped around you like a cocoon from the way you must have thrashed in your sleep, keeping you confined to the bed like restraints. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, waking up as a human burrito was actually quite calming, but the thoughts that came to mind every time you closed your eyes just made the safe swaddle feel like a strangling stronghold.

You chuckle at the thought. You could be quite poetic with the right amount of sleep deprivation.

You huffed, slapping a hand to your forehead. Of course tonight was the night Isaac was gone, out on some night patrol with Peter per request of Scott because of some tiny, but disturbing, series of events that had everyone in the pack on edge.

Water. A glass of the cold liquid would surely scare away the demons, right? After all, most of your thoughts consisted of flames and burning things, so water it was.

After fighting with the sheets wrapped around you for too long a time to be reasonable, you plopped to the floor with a soft thud, moaning gently before you rose to your feet, dragging them sleepily across the floor, not even putting in the effort to lift them even a little. This proved a bit harder to handle as you made your way across the concrete floors of the living room, proving to be a slick ice to your sock clad feet, and you floundered just a little before regaining your footing.

You stopped to huff at an extremely slippery spot, glaring at the floor as if it would submit to the slant of your eyebrows, when a thought occurred to you. Derek’s room was directly to your right. A few more feet and you could be in the presence of another breathing being, and away from the ice skating hell you were currently trying to navigate.

Pondering on the pros and cons of dealing with a sleepy, grumpy Derek, tossing your head slightly from side to side as you discussed it with yourself silently in your head, absently staring out the large windows in the living room, you gave a huff of defeat, deciding it wasn’t worth it, and continued to make your way to the kitchen, beginning the awkward shuffle again.

Two steps in and you suddenly fell straight backwards, the wind knocked out of you, which helped to muffle the squeak of surprise you tried to hold back. Hopping back up to your feet with surprising grace that made you arch an eyebrow in question at the concrete, you quickly glanced to the side and took in a sharp breath, waiting for the heavy footfalls of just woken up Derek to come, but they didn’t.

Keeping an eye on your feet, you slid slowly toward the opening that led to Derek’s room, concentrating on his even breaths and the motion of your socks so they didn’t slide too far out of your control.

You made it to the edge of his door frame, scuttling the whole way, and not until you were safe around one edge of the frame did you decide to look up and chance a glance into the Alpha’s room, peeking around the corner.

Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you saw Derek was still sound asleep in his bed. You scoffed. He was even snoring.

Looking back towards the kitchen with determination, you finally scrambled to the room, got the damn glass of water, and decided to sip it on your way back to bed.

Tiptoeing back to the middle of the living room, a song that had been on the radio repeatedly suddenly popped into your head, and you felt the urge to move. You sighed. If anything, it would help shake off the nightmare jitters, and as a bonus, there were no witnesses. This last thought made you smile, and turning your back to the room, you used your sock clad feet to your advantage, successfully moonwalking across the room.

Smiling widely as you balanced the glass in your hand, you turned to look over your shoulder to make sure your path was still clear of furniture, before you turned to look forward out the windows again, stopping mid step when you caught a pair of eyes on you from the room to your right, red and glowing.

“What the hell is it you’re doing?”

His voice startled you, and you froze like a deer in the headlights as his red eyes focused on you, his eyebrows practically knit together in a questioning scowl, his arms crossed per usual, and his back against his headboard.

“I, um-” You gulped, the action causing you to jostle a little bit, splashing a little water on your hand, and you remembered the cup. Looking to it quickly, you held it up, wiggling it in indication, and pointing to it lamely with your free hand, as you turned your face back to Derek, smiling sheepishly. “Water,” you chuckled nervously, waiting a moment before taking a large sip of it awkwardly. You could write poetry about being stuck in your comforter, but when actually required to speak, you found yourself at a loss for words.

Grimacing at the awkward silence that had hung in the room for far too long, you looked out the windows again before asking, “How much did you see?”

“Well, first,” he sighed, settling into a more comfortable and less imposing position, leaning his head back against the headboard before continuing. He was drawing this out on purpose. You rolled your eyes. “You shuffled around in a sleep dazed stupor, before falling on your ass. Then you were just doing a bad moonwalk. But it was surprisingly good for having just wiped out a few minutes ago. That looked painful.” He was smirking.

“So you saw everything.” Your voice was a deadpan, unamused at his amusement.

“You were sliding around like a baby penguin,” he said with a smile.

You looked back up to him from where you had been staring at your feet. “Well, if you didn’t keep the floors so freaking slippery, that wouldn’t be the case!”

He shrugged. “I like the advantage incase we ever get ambushed. Keeps people on their toes. Quite literally.”

You groaned at the pun, and he laughed softly, and you couldn’t help but join him.

“So what has you up and about at this hour?” He sighed.

“I, uh, I couldn’t sleep. Isaac’s out. My comforter ate me,” you ignored his raised eyebrow of confusion, “so I decided to get some water.” Somehow you had migrated further into the room while you spoke, now officially over the threshold, and trying to look at ease without slipping on the cement floor that extended into his room.

Derek motioned you over to the bed. “You look like a baby deer trying to walk. Just come sit here.” He patted the spot beside him.

“I don’t want to keep you up-”

“I was already up,” he smiled sadly. You understood. Both being the soul, or among the few, survivors of house fires, you shared an unspoken bond, morbid as it may seem.

You sat on top of the comforter, making the mattress bounce and Derek groan slightly. “Hey, watch it.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to move to a comfortable position with as little movement as possible, making the mattress shake again, and successfully spilling your water in an impressive display of distance to the opposite side of the king sized bed.

You stilled, staring at it with jaw dropped, not even daring to glance at Derek, his low, annoyed growl saying enough.

“Sorry,” you winced. Slowly you lowered your arm, placing the empty cup on the bedside table nearest you.

Derek sighed heavily, pulling his hand roughly down his face, but not saying anything more about it.

“You have a gigantic bed,” you mused after a moment, feeling the need to break the tension.

“If that is your subtle way of asking for a bigger one in your room, that’s a no.”

You rolled your eyes at his grin he tried to keep hidden, crossing your arms. “Fine. I’ll just come use yours whenever I need to sprawl. Seriously, it’s like the size of my whole room!”

He laughed. “No, it’s not, but fine. You are free to spend as much time here as you need.” Then a little quieter, “Lord knows I could use the company.”

You both now sat side by side, arms crossed as you leaned against the headboard. The silence was comfortable, until Derek broke it with an amused, “So, your comforter ate you?”

You groaned, throwing your head back and letting it thump against the headboard, making you wince slightly. “That’s what you got out of that conversation?” You grumbled as you rubbed the back of your head, accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs in the process.

“Hello! Personal bubble! You’re in it!” Derek sounded annoyed, but teasing, making hand gestures to the area in question.

You groaned again, louder this time, and once again threw your head back to stare at the ceiling, but careful to stay clear of the headboard this time. “The bed is huge! Why aren’t you over there?“ You motioned blindly to the empty space on the other side of Derek.

When he didn’t respond immediately, you turned your head to look at him, and saw his “I’m not amused” eyebrows raised. “Because ‘over there’ is wet because of a baby penguin sliding around the loft.”

You couldn’t contain your snort of laughter, staring at the obviously soaked spot. “That sounds like a serious problem.”

“It is,” Derek’s voice was still flat, but you could tell he was amused, the corners of his mouth trying to twitch up.

“You need to get that looked into.”

“I will. First thing tomorrow.” He smiled.

The AC kicked on and you shivered slightly. Pulling back the covers you sat on, well, pulling them out from under you, nearly making you roll off the bed, he covered you with the sheets, and instantly you felt better, his heat radiating underneath the material, keeping it warm, and making it feel safe.

You couldn’t help but smile, too. “Okay. Good. In the meantime, touch my calves with your icicles you call feet, and die.”

“The baby penguin is so cute when it squeaks.” You elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to hiss out in pain. “Fine. Point taken.” He chuckled. “It’s an evil penguin.”

You turned to face him again, laughing a bit yourself. “For the love of God, drop the penguin!”

“Fine.” Without warning, Derek had given you a swift shove, trying to push you out of the bed, and you let out a small startled scream, flailing to try and grab hold to something. Laughing, you grabbed onto his arms, yelping as you got closer and closer to the edge, and he laughed with you. In a last ditch effort, you wrapped him in a hug right as you were about to fall off the edge, and he back pedaled when it was clear if you went down, you were taking him with you.

Both of you were laughing loudly, only to have it slowly fade as you realized just how close you two had gotten in the little exchange, your bodies practically flush with one another, your noses almost touching, and the breath from the laughter fanned across the other’s face.

Pulling you back onto the bed with admissions of defeat, you swatted his arm once you were safely under the covers again, still shoulder to shoulder.

Suddenly letting out a yawn, you shook your head, confused. “Looks like I won’t be very good conversation tonight. All that lost sleep finally just caught up to me.”

Sliding down so he was fully under the covers as well, he nodded, stretching before plopping his head down to the pillow, pulling the sheets all the way to tuck under his chin as he laid on his side, facing away from you. “Me, too. Suddenly I can barely keep my eyes open.”

Snuggled into the sheets yourself, you sighed contentedly, turning so your back was to him. “Goodnight, Derek.”

“You’re assuming I’m going to let you stay,” he said jokingly, his voice fading to sleep.

You laughed softly. “Oh, I’m not assuming. I know. I’ll fight your demons away if you fight mine.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he said through a smile, his voice fading to sleep quickly, and you followed shortly after.

Xxx

In the middle of the night, Derek woke to the odd feeling of what seemed to be spiderwebs on his face. Blinking his eyes open blearily, he realized it was just your hair. Somehow the two of you had ended up in the middle of the bed, your back nestled into his chest, his arm over your waist that held you close.

Somehow all he could bring himself to do was smile as sleep claimed him once again.

Xxx

Several hours later, he woke to a tickle at the back of his neck. Gently looking over his shoulder he realized the two of you were now in a mirror position of earlier, him wrapped in your arms as you snored gently, little puffs of breath tickling the back of his neck.

And he smiled. He didn’t even mind being the little spoon. So far since you had come into the room like a baby deer on ice, both of you had slept soundly, the nightmares not even daring to try and enter either of your dreamscapes for the rest of the night.

He didn’t question it, he simply settled back in as sleep took him once again.

Xxx

Blinking your eyes open to see the sun had come up, you turned to the sound of footsteps by the front door of the loft, the metal of sliding door still ringing from having just been shut.

Suddenly Isaac and Peter came into view, at first paying you and Derek no mind, but once they glanced into the room, they both stopped, doing a double take.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you turned your head gently to the side from where you lay on your back, your eyes widening when you came face to face with Derek, everything from the night before playing on warp speed through your mind.

He lay on his side facing you, his arm across your waist, holding you tight, and your legs tangled together. It was like you were magnets, or something. There was no space between the two of you, and that should have been uncomfortably hot because of werewolf temperatures running higher, but the warmth made you feel safe, and his breath fanning against your face like the night before only added to the fuzzy feeling in your head still heavy with sleep.

He must have felt your eyes on him. “What?” Derek grumbled, cracking one eye halfway open. “Did something happen? Is anyone dead?” When you didn’t answer he opened his eyes all the way, finding that you were no longer looking at him, but toward the foot of the bed. Turning, he met the stares of Isaac and Peter, both of them smirking.

“Um, Derek, not that I’m complaining, but, how did this,” you lightly gestured to the two of you, “happen?”

“Yeah, Derek, how’d it happen?” Isaac taunted.

“You have a king sized bed, Derek, I need an explanation,” Peter pressed, smirking when Derek growled at him.

Derek looked at you, then the position the two of you were in before sighing in defeat. “It was because of the water.” He met your gaze, nodding his head over his shoulder to the spot.

“The water?” Isaac sounded confused.

“The water?” Peter echoed, just as confused.

“Yeah, the water.” You mused with a smirk. Untangling yourself from the sheets - muttering ‘let go of me’ which made Derek chuckle and say a soft, ‘oh, now I understand what you meant’ to which you said a quiet, ‘right?!’, and earning weird looks from Peter and Isaac - you reached over across Derek and patted the spot. “It’s dry now.”

“Yeah, Derek, it’s dry now,” Isaac said playfully.

“It’s dry now,” Peter repeated, almost laughing.

Derek huffed. “Well I obviously didn’t know that in my sleep!”

Isaac and Peter looked to you, not knowing what the hell you were talking about, and just waited to see what the appropriate response should be.

You nodded, smiling softly, accepting the answer. “Point taken.”

“Understood,” Isaac smiled.

“Affirmative,” Peter drawled with a grin.

Derek sighed, relieved. “Thank you.”

You got out of the bed and stretched before walking to the doorway. “Doesn’t change anything though,” you said in a sing song voice before sliding an admittedly epic sock slide toward the kitchen.

“Oh hell, what now?” Derek’s voice at your back made you laugh.

Sliding back into view, Derek rolled his eyes and plopped back on the bed when he saw you, a bowl and spoon in each hand, the lip of a cardboard carton of milk held in your teeth, and five boxes of cereal, one under each arm and three between your legs, causing you to have to waddle the last few feet before launching onto the bed, bouncing slightly.

Releasing the milk carton, you handed Derek a bowl and spoon, setting your own down on the bed before laying all the cereal boxes out on display in front of you so you could choose. You smirked, casting Derek a quick glance before studying your cereal options. “Breakfast. Duh. Not all penguins are heartless, geeze.”

Peter and Isaac looked thoroughly confused, but decided against asking more questions about the bed to instead ask about food.

“What, none for us?” Isaac asked, hand held to his heart in mock shock.

“None for you,” you said looking to him with a grin.

“None for you,” Derek repeated, smiling with a soft shake of his head.

“But what about me?” Peter sounded like he already knew the answer.

“What about you?” You raised your eyebrows at him teasingly.

“Yeah, what about you, Peter?” Derek said before eating a bite of cereal.

“Well now this is just getting rude,” Peter said in mock insult before turning to Isaac. “Would you care to join me in the kitchen for some cereal without these two losers?” Casting a sideways glance to the spread of boxes on the bed, he quickly reached out and grabbed his favorite, holding it close to his chest.

Grabbing his own box, Isaac smiled. “Nah, I’ll just get a bowl and spoon and then come back in here.” He turned to Derek. “That is okay, right? I can sit with you guys?”

Derek smiled around the spoon in his mouth and nodded enthusiastically.

You laughed. “Yes, Isaac. Come sit at the cool kids table. You can have the seat right next to me,” you gestured to the large vacant part of the mattress beside you, earning a wide smile from him.

Turning, he went to get a bowl and spoon for himself only to find Peter already extending them to him with one hand. In the other was a bowl already filled with cereal from the open box held tightly and protectively under his arm.

“Can I sit with you guys, too?”

You pointed to the area where you had spilled the water last night. “If you sit over there.”

He immediately went to sit but stopped just inches short before standing again, looking at you and Derek with narrowed eyes. “First explain why it was wet and why the hell we are talking about penguins.”

Xxx

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[survivor-kuwait]

ROP

In preparation for Final Tribal Council, the final 3 reflect on those who have fallen...

Matt:

I can’t say I know much about Brandon, but I can say it’s pretty fucked up that a Sagittarius was the first elimination in a Zodiac themed game

Madison:

We didn’t really play together, but you’re a sweetheart and I’m sure if I knew you I’d believe you were robbed too soon!

Maynor:

I’m not sure if I got a message from you or not. I wanted to get to know you but Warzone twist was very nerve wracking twist.

Matt:

Willow! My Solomon Islands friend/betrayer. I was very excited by the prospect of getting the chance to reconnect with Willow and I was so bummed we only spent one Oasis together. At first I was worried that maybe she would think I was out for revenge, but I have only good blood with Willow and I absolutely wish her so much luck in Montenegro.

Madison:

MY NORTH CAROLINA KWEEN! I was SO sad to see you voted out. You were so kind to me, and I really appreciate the time we did get to spend together!

Maynor:

You were very nice. And we worked together in warzone for a vote or two. I was hoping that we could have worked together in this game.

Matt:

This game definitely would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t get Nehe out when we did. I genuinely enjoyed getting to know Nehe even though I already had the preconceived notion that he would be a schemer. Also, by far the best Tik Tok that anyone made was Nehe’s solo piece. It was so *Chef’s Kiss*

Madison:

Oml Nehe! I’m so sorry we blindsided you so hard but it had to be done and I think you know that. But I love you you crackedt legend.

Maynor:

oh Nehe. You were a blast to talk to. Game wise I never really knew where your head was at. At our first tribal you lied to me and voted Renee. Would love to talk to you though and get to know you more.

Matt:

I’m sorry I never got the chance to meet Taylor, because I will always have a good impression of someone with Gillian as their avi.

Madison:

Didn’t really communicate with you too much, and I think this warzone I wasn’t present for, but I’m sure you’re lovely!

Maynor:

You were someone I could have see  playing this game with. I still feel like maybe there was a way to save you but everyone seemed set on you.

Matt:

Jacob was a sweetheart, we share a lot of similar tastes in games and music and I definitely could have seen myself working more closely with Jacob if things didn’t go down the way they did. Nothing was more pure than trying and failing to explain moon phases with Kait to Jacob because I realized about halfway through I didn’t know nearly enough about them either.

Madison:

MY FELLOW CANCER CRUSTACEAN CWEEN. I love you..so much. You had to fall so I could sprint to where I am now I suppose, and I hope I represent our emotional mess of a sign well here at the end. I miss u.

Maynor:

I hope one time we are able to play a game  and work together. I really want to get to know you more, we dont really talk a lot during these games. So lets talk hopefully you want to.

Matt:

Adrian my Aquarius pal, sorry I had sacrifice you to the Survivor Gods when I heard people were targeting sign partners. We absolutely slayed the sign partner stage of the game, not going to any Warzones and it certainly was in no small part thanks to Adrian.

Madison:

I was truly really sad to see you go. you always brought such a good energy to every conversation we had, and I love that so much. BUT OUR SEASON IS GONNA BE SO GOOD EVERYONE APPLY TO OUR SEASON!

Maynor:

ugh. You were gone too soon. We worked together with Nehe vote and then taken out couple rounds later. I wished we could have worked together more. You were awesome and really nice.

Matt:

Stevie and I chatted a whole bunch when we got the chance and I can’t think of a bad thing to say about him, although I can apologize that I never answered the message he sent me after he got eliminated saying “How’s it going?”. It was going good but I didn’t wanna cheat. I’ll answer it soon I promise.

Madison:

YOU’RE SO SWEET OML. I just miss talking to you.

Maynor:

I didnt get to talk to you much in this game. We were kinda not in many warzones together. But your awesome.

Matt:

I think I inherited Chloe’s cockroach energy after she was eliminated. Truly everyone was constantly throwing Chloe’s name out there and I was NEVA happy about it, and I was even sadder about voting her out. Chloe and I had a very underrated and secret friendship and we voted together about every time until she was eliminated. I literally hope she’s finally feeling better because she was so sick and sleepy for the whole game and people didn’t get the chance to know her like I did.  

Madison:

The odds were truly stacked against us women and I was NOT a feminist player bc I vote for you..several times. Also really sad that we bonded right before you left. but you have bomb taste in music and I’d truly love to talk to you after the season is over.

Maynor:

We never got to talk much. There were a few times we did but it was mostly just hi and then convo died. He seemed really nice.

Matt:

Although I only know Matt B as the reason I still have to use my last initial in my confessionals, I have heard from everyone else that Matt B is a great guy. I hope that if I do win, nobody is disappointed to find out that it was me and not you.

Madison:

we didn’t interact too much honestly! would love to chat after the season, but unfortunately I don’t have a ton to reference right now!

Maynor:

I was extremely sad when I found out you were voted off. You didnt deserve that. I think you were one of the few people from first impressions that I wanted to work with. I really wanted to play this game with you after you co-hosted me. It was nice getting to know you during the first warzone.

Matt:

Renee was the vote that started it all for me. My very first Warzone that really taught me how much of a fucking warzone it actually was. I felt bad about betraying Renee, but it absolutely kick started the relationship I had with Maynor and Madison because we bonded over missing her and were really pulling for her to come back from Lagoon.

Madison:

my actual fucking queen oh my GOD. your vote was the ONLY one I didn’t know what was happening. I had no idea you were leaving and it honestly broke my heart.

Maynor:

My heart. RENEE playing with you in the beginning of this game was so awesome. Talking and us planning on making it to the end. I would have gone to the end with you. I was rooting for you to come back. But I was happy to meet you and I hope we can continue to talk after. ❤️

Matt:

Stephen was a super nice guy, and I always appreciate the Aussies who are playing on an entirely different sleep schedule than the rest of us.

Madison:

I feel..SO BAD FHJSJDJS. I’ve robbed you from so many games and I SWEAR IT’S NOT PERSONAL! I truly love you as a person! we just ALWAYS end up on opposite sides. you also terrify me though bc you’re SUCH a good player. I always have to have an open eye on you, and I really respect that. you’re a gem, never change.

Maynor:

ooo Stephen  this vote was sad but it was everyone saying your name. In this game we talked but it was as good communication like our other game. You know you mean a lot to me because we been through a game n you hosting me.

Matt:

Trace and I played Maluku together like 100 years ago and when I look back at the games we played then and the games we played now I’m very proud of the growth. I had some very nice genuine conversations with Trace about relationships and life and Survivor and I never thought that back in Maluku when I was dumb and petty that I would end up saying I found a friend in Trace. I’m sorry our Queer Eye alliance fell apart almost immediately but I realized he was such a big threat.

Madison:

Trace omg. I loved playing with you and working together while we did! Our alliance was SO cute. I’m sorry if you hold me voting you against me, but you scared me so much, and I feel like our games would’ve inevitably ended before FTC if we’d both stayed in the game. But I have so much respect for you as a player and a person. queer eye til we die.

Maynor:

I was working with you in this game and I was glad to have met you. You were like a very scary player to me for some reason. Your vote off was the start of the game really starting to be more strategic.

Matt:

Corey was one of my favorite people to talk to in the game because I felt like we could literally gab about absolutely anything. We bonded almost immediately at the very first Oasis, and had emotional motion sickness ™ ever since then. It was a sad day when I had to do Corey in the revote after that nutty partner tribal and even sadder when I found out he wasn’t coming back. Genuinely to this day Madison and I talk about how Corey would have hands down won the game if it was judged on music taste alone.

Madison:

my FATHER/SON. voting you out made me legitimately cry! I LOVED working with you and you were truly my ride or die until there was nothing I could do. trying to save you that night is probably one of my worst moves this game but I don’t regret it for a second. I love you so much and I’m so glad we got to play together again and be the cutest alliance..ever. queer eye til we die.

Maynor:

Your vote off was one of the sad ones. You coming to me to try and save you was really heartbreaking. I wanted to save you but during that time there was an alliance and wanted to be in good terms  with them until there was a time for a move. Also timmy and I were really nervous we were getting votes. Im sorry  ❤️ stay in contact. I went to lush andnit was amazing.

Matt:

Thomas went out in a blaze of glory and it was a lot of fun to watch. Anyone that Kait vouches for so vehemently is good in my book. “Fuck you Timmy” is our “Fuck you Brad Culpepper”.

Madison:

THOMAS U SWEETIE! I feel like I’ve said this a lot but there are truly so many kind, genuine people in this cast and I’m so grateful to have been a part of this season with all of you. you made me mad nervous in this game because I never quite knew what you were doing, and we weren’t close, but I felt like we were pretty chill until your vote. you may disagree ofc, but that’s how I see it! I can’t wait to talk after this season omg.

Maynor:

i really liked talking to you and you were an awesome person. I want to get to know you more so lets talk after the game. That twist was kinda an oof one. Im sorry that was how you went. Hopefully we can play another game together.

Matt:

KAIT is honestly the LOML. I absolutely would have gone to the final 3 with Kait even though I probably would have lost. I’m just excited to finally be able to play Smash and Pokemon Sword and Shield with the Paradise Hotel alliance. Besides doing the Logic Puzzle with Kait and having the WRONG clues, having to let Kait go was the hardest thing I had to do in the game but at the same time it really catapulted me to play the rest of the season without the comfort of having someone I trusted so implicitly.

Madison:

love. of. my. fucking. life. there are 2 people I made a conscious choice to not vote for despite knowing I’d be in the minority, and you’re one of them. I knew you were going and that there was nothing I could do without risking my game, and you knew that too, but we had each other’s backs from day 1 and I’m so so so glad I got to play with you. you’re also just a fucking dope person. I just wanna be ur friend after this no matter what you’re so fun.

Maynor:

You were super nice. We mainly talked in our alliance chat. You were a threat in my eyes because you were really tight with Owen. I really want to talk more as well after the game.

Matt:

Owen was the other ⅓ of the Paradise Hotel alliance and my Chicago friend and I think was the only person besides Chips who everyone agreed would absolutely win in a Final 3. I should’ve been mad that Owen sunk ⅔ of the advantages that I had original hit, but I knew they were with someone I could trust.

Madison:

WE FINALLY GOT TO WORK TOGETHER! you’re the other person I consciously didn’t vote for despite knowing you were going. I knew you had to leave when you did for me to slip through the cracks to get to where I am now, and no one would’ve let you make it to the end, but I’m so grateful for our alliance and for you as a person and that emily wasn’t here to fuck us up!

Maynor:

ily. You were one of the people I talked to the most in this game. It was really hard to write down your name twice. I realized and so did everyone else that you were a huge threat in this game and if we didnt take the opportunity to take you out, you were would have been winning this game. Lets continue talking after this game because I really miss talking to you.

Matt:

Ian and I were both great pals and bitter rivals. There was a point after the double idol play at the partner tribal where the two of us really aired all of our differences and talked about how we could move forward in the game with a mutual respect for each other and a mutual love of writing graphic novels, and naturally it came down to another tiebreaker between us, and I enjoyed every moment of it.

Madison:

literally the happiest we got to play together again. we were never QUITE on the same page, but never QUITE on different ones either. you’re so intelligent and that..scares me!

Maynor:

I loved talking to you as well. Me you and corey talking about how we all loved each diff starter. It was very difficult to right down your name but you were also a big person that could have won this game if they reached the end. We also need to stay in contact after the season. ❤️

Matt:

Cullan is like 18 years old and I was absolutely terrified of him as a player. We got along fairly well in the beginning and it was a shame that we ended up at odds with one another in the game.  I told Madison I chose to vote Cullan over Chips because I was afraid she was gonna self vote at Live Tribal, but truly I knew the only way for me to advance was to get rid of the guy I knew was a threat with advantages, challenges, AND jury votes.

Madison:

omg you’re so nice. I’m so glad we got to play together, and although it had to happen, I was sad to see you go. (Im running out of time typing my ROP’s but I hope you know I love you)

Maynor:

you were soo nice and very precious. We had a working relationship with each other but towards the end or some votes I couldnt let you in on which felt really bad. You are an awesome person and I hope we can talk more after the game.

Matt:

I started out very wary of Timmy during that isolation twist and after the Owen/Kait blindside, and especially when we had an actual polite disagreement about voting Owen out instead of Ian, but Timmy really came through for me in voting for Ian instead of me and I ended up actually really bummed that we cut him at final six. He was an undeniably good player.

Madison:

TIMMY. WE DID IT. sort of? we talked more than we have in any other game I think? and we actually worked together on some votes! also I’m gonna say that me flipping the vote onto you was claiming my IOU for not voting against you during the Corey round.

Maynor:

❤️❤️❤️❤️ i was sooooo sad when you went home. Like i didnt talk to anyone that night because i was so heartbroken. You were my longest ride or die in this game and im sad we didnt get to make it to the end together. You know i love you and your the best person and im glad i have had the honor to play 3 games now with you. We gotteb way closer since my first org were we first meet. And i hope our friendship growers more.

Matt:

Sweet sweet Chips. Thank you for sharing pictures and stories of your actually adorable baby Calvin, and even more so for saving me at the Ian vote. I like Chips and trusted him so much that I was willing to take the risk of bringing him to Final 4, and even Final 3, but eventually I had to take off the rose colored glasses and realize that everyone liked Chips way too much.

Madison:

that first boot to FTC character development could NOT happen and I know you know that, but I’m so impressed by the game you played and I hope you are too. you crushed it. I can’t wait for our best duo award.

Maynor:

i am happy that I got to meet you. I was sad when you left in the beginning. We also had a working relationship together but never a solid thing. Im was glad to talk with you about baking and I will let u know when i try to make the tie dye cookies. You are very nice and just plan great.

Matt:

Going against Devon in that tiebreaker was very poetic, because we truly made for a great pair of “frenemies”. I admire Devon’s resilience and the way he sticks to his own guns, and the fact that a man over 10 years older than me slayed me in a balance challenge was pretty hardcore.

Madison:

oh..my gosh. our alliance was a ROLLERCOASTER! like we were chill during the warzone phase, and then we weren’t, and then we really pulled it through at the end for BOTH OF US. you really turned the tables for your game after losing Ian, and I’m really impressed. I really hope we can talk after this season because I love you as a person.

Maynor: 

i dont know where to begin. We gotten really close since the merge started. It was never easy writing your name down and I wish I could have taken you to the f3 but in my eyes you were a threat based on your relationships with the jury. It may be a mess because Matt might win but the fire was like the best chance to give it a fair shot between you two. I hope you understand the game move. But we need to stay in contact after the game. 

#survivorstarzone #notice

[musicprincess655]

Chapters: 4/20 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Kyoutani Kentarou - Relationship Additional Tags: Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru - Freeform, they dont officially get together by the end so they dont go in the ship tags, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, War, Blood Series: Part 4 of Royalty AU

Mattsun felt dead on his feet. They’d been walking all night, stumbling over roots and uneven ground, carefully tucking Makki and Maiya to the center of the group to protect the children. As the sun started to rise and they could see the forest around them, all Mattsun wanted to do was fall to the ground and sleep.

That wasn’t an option, though. He and Makki were the oldest in the group, and as someone with experience in leadership as captain of the castle guard, he would have to be the one to take charge. Kunimi had been leading the small trio of him and Kindaichi and Kyoutani, as he’d learned the blond boy was called, but he’d deferred to Mattsun as soon as they’d found each other.

So now he would have to get everyone to decide what they wanted to do. He thought the choice to run north would be an easy one, but it didn’t look like that would be the case. Kindaichi had wanted to stay to find more survivors, and Kyoutani didn’t seem inclined to leave either. Kunimi had that stubborn set to his fine features that meant he probably agreed with Kindaichi and was willing to fight for that side. The gods only knew what Yahaba and Watari wanted. They’d stuck to each other’s sides since the moment they recognized each other, every so often dropping into a murmured conversation.

Mattsun wasn’t even sure his mate was on his side. Makki had defused the argument earlier, getting everyone to wait until they were in a safer place to make a decision, but he hadn’t been strongly in favor of going north. Mattsun had known Makki for a long time, and taking such a middle ground meant he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do yet, either.

The only one Mattsun was certain to have on his side was Maiya. It made sense. She’d always been an adventurer and a fighter, but she was a mother too, and she’d mellowed since she’d had Takeru. And now her mate was dead. All she would want right now was a safe place to hold her son and mourn.

“We can’t go any farther for now,” Mattsun said, breaking the silence that had fallen over their group. They’d walked into a clearing, a stream at the edge. At the very least, they’d have water, and if they were lucky, there might be some summer berries for them to scavenge. “It would be best if we could rest through the day so we don’t have to risk a fire at night. Before everyone passes out, we have to decide what we’re doing.”

Everyone looked at each other warily, slowing to a stop before sitting down in small groups in the grass of the clearing. Watari and Yahaba sat together, Kunimi and Kindaichi not far off, and Makki slid in next to Maiya. Only Kyoutani kept to himself.

“First of all, I should mention that I think we should head north, to Shiratorizawa,” Mattsun started bluntly. It was best to lay it all out in the open. “It makes sense. We don’t have enough people to make a real difference. We’re not a real army. As far as I know, Kindaichi, Kunimi, Maiya, Watari, and I are the only trained fighters we have. Against Karasuno occupying Seijoh, there’s really not much we can do. The best we can hope for is going north to the citadel and hoping Shiratorizawa is willing to still honor our alliance.”

“And what if they’re not?” Kunimi asked. Mattsun resisted the urge to grimace. Now he was sure of what side Kunimi would back. “Walking all that way will take weeks, and if they turn us away, which they have every right to do because the nation they made an alliance with no longer exists, we’ll be stuck in the north with winter coming.”

“The queen of Shiratorizawa is a Seijoh noble, and he’s known to be sympathetic to us,” Mattsun argued. “He was close friends with the princes, and he favors them.”

“We don’t even know if the princes are alive,” Kindaichi pointed out. “You said the king is dead, and the last time we saw Kageyama-sama, he was surrounded. There’s no guarantee he survived.”

“I trained Kageyama-sama,” Mattsun said. “Trust me, if there’s any chance he could get out of that situation alive, he’s alive. Most likely, he’s captured now, and so is his brother. The king is dead because he would have fought back, but with Oikawa-sama pregnant, he probably would have stood down to protect his baby. I’d put money on both princes being alive, and as long as they are, the queen will honor our alliance.”

“But we don’t know any of that for sure,” Yahaba broke in from where he was pressed to Watari’s side. “We could easily be running straight into a trap by going north.”

“I’m not sure what you expect to accomplish here,” Mattsun said. “We’re just a bunch of people in a forest, with no supplies to speak of, and currently, no plan. We’ve got children we have to protect. What good would come of staying here?”

“We could fight back,” Kyoutani said. His face was set in his scowl, but his fire eyes were bright. “I don’t have any family left, but there were a lot of people killed in the castle. We shouldn’t take that insult lying down.”

“We don’t have enough people to fight back,” Mattsun tried to protest, but he was overrun by everyone else speaking up.

“If the princes are really still alive, then so is Seijoh,” Kunimi said. “Oikawa-sama was always meant to be the next king, and he’s old enough. As long as he and Kageyama-sama live, Seijoh lives.”

“I don’t really want to give my home up for lost,” Watari added. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life freezing in the north as a refugee in Shiratorizawa.”

“Better that than dead,” Maiya snapped, and Mattsun was relieved to finally have someone supporting him. “We can build a life in Shiratorizawa. We can’t do that if we die on a suicide mission.”

“You’d be fine leaving your home?” Kunimi asked.

“If it meant my son survives, yes!” Maiya yelled back. Takeru jolted a little where he’d fallen asleep in her lap, but slept on. “I’ve already lost my mate! I’m sure everyone here has lost someone they care about! I’m all my son has left, and I’m not going to make him grow up an orphan because all of you have more pride than sense!”

“But there’s no guarantee that we can build a new life in Shiratorizawa.” Mattsun wanted to cry. Makki had made his choice, apparently. “Like Kunimi said, they could turn us away and we’d be stranded in the north in winter. Jun barely survived his first winter, and that was in Seijoh. I won’t make him suffer through one in Shiratorizawa with no shelter.”

Makki had a good point. Jun had nearly died of a fever last winter, and it was nothing short of a miracle that he’d survived. Mattsun didn’t want to risk his son again.

But at the same time…

“What can we do here?” Mattsun asked again. “We’re eight adults and two children. Maybe half of us are trained fighters. What do you expect to happen here?”

“Fighting isn’t the only way to get our home back,” Kunimi said. “We’ve always learned that you win a war by convincing your opponent that it’s too troublesome to fight, not by obliterating them. We can disrupt supply lines, spy on them, make it too hard to occupy Seijoh. We have options.”

“Options that come with a lot of risk, and we’d still have to fight to make them happen,” Mattsun pointed out.

“So teach us.”

Mattsun turned on Yahaba.

“What?”

“Teach us,” Yahaba repeated. “I’m not a trained fighter. That doesn’t mean I can’t learn.”

“I know how to fight, and so does Kindaichi,” Kunimi said.

“You already know Maiya and I know how to fight, and Makki isn’t exactly helpless,” Watari continued.

“I can use a sword,” Kyoutani spoke up. Mattsun could feel everything closing around him.

“I guess we should put this to a vote,” he sighed. “I’ll go first. I think we should run north to Shiratorizawa. It's the only way I see that we all survive.”

“I agree,” Maiya said, when Mattsun turned to her. “I just want to live in safety with my son. The risk of Shiratorizawa rejecting us is less than the risk of dying fighting a war we can’t win.”

“I want to fight,” Kunimi said simply. “This is my home. They can’t take that away from me.”

“If everyone agreed on going north, I wouldn’t fight it,” Kindaichi said. “But I want my home back. I want to fight.”

“I’m sorry Maiya,” Watari said. “I’ve followed you on a lot of adventures, but I can’t follow you north now, not when there’s something I have to protect.”

“I watched them kill my father,” Yahaba said, when Mattsun met his eyes. “I’d like to taste some Karasuno blood. I want to stay to fight.”

“I want to fight back,” was all Kyoutani said, to the surprise of no one. With a heavy heart, Mattsun turned to the last person to vote.

“Makki?”

“I want to fight,” he replied. “I don’t want to risk Jun’s health, and even then, don’t you think he deserves to grow up in the same home we did? I think he does, and I think that’s worth fighting for.”

Mattsun took a deep breath.

“Majority rule,” he said softly. “We’ll stay, and try to figure something out. I can’t promise that it’ll work, or that there’s anything we can even do, but we’ll play it by ear and do what we can. I still think running north is a good plan, but if everyone wants to stay, then we’ll stay.”

It felt like a sigh of relief swept through the group. Now that they had direction, now that they had a plan, everything seemed a little brighter.

“I’ll take first watch, so everyone, try to get some sleep,” Mattsun said. “Kunimi, you’re up next. Makki, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Everyone settled in around the clearing. Watari and Yahaba curled up back to back and threw Watari’s cloak over their heads. Kunimi just threw an arm over his eyes while Kindaichi curled protectively next to him. Kyoutani pulled the hood on his light jacket over his eyes, looking a bit like a lost archer. Maiya clutched Takeru to her chest and wrapped them both in her cloak.

Makki settled down by Mattsun’s side.

“You’re not mad, are you?” he asked. Mattsun sighed.

“I’m not mad,” he said. “I think we’re making the wrong choice, but we can always take another vote later when they see what the choice means for them.”

“I know the risks,” Makki said. “I just think the risk of going north is bigger.”

Mattsun hummed, focusing mostly on looking for threats through his groggy vision.

“And I’ll take care of Jun,” Makki continued. “It’s not…going to be easy, watching you go off to fight something you might not beat without me, but someone has to take care of Jun, and I’m sure Maiya will stay with Takeru. We can do this.”

“As long as we stay together, we can figure something out,” Mattsun agreed.

Whatever that something might be.

#my writing #hq fanfic #a/b/o #matsuhana #kinkuni #motf #royalty au #haikyuu!!

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Title:  Dreamed Word Count: 200 Rating: G Fandom/Pairing: Shura/Corrin from Fire Emblem: Fates Summary: Shura was a bad man, he knew this well so he never expected his life to be like. Until he met her. Notes: I dont think I posted this here? I couldnt Find it haha

A man like him, someone who could murder or steal without hesitation, just for small pieces of gold by those that hired him. Gold he would hide away because even as an old man he held the dream of rebuilding his country, to honor those that had died having the shame of him being their only survivor that he knew of. Shura knew this and accepted it, it's how his life was and there was no point in changing it now, right?

That was until he met her, of course.

And he would learn later, that seemed to be everyone story in her army. That somehow this sheltered, naïve princess convinced them somehow to join her, to help her find peace or a solution to the war happening between the two kingdoms. Shura honestly thought she was crazy, especially when she had the chance to lop his head off right there, end it all as her siblings tried to convince her. Because really, to him they were right; But this small woman in her black revealing Nohrian armor just stood there, shaking her head no.

That she would trust him, everyone deserved a chance.

And after that she followed him, trying to talk to him to bring him closer to the others in the strange castle they all lived in. Convincing him, somehow, that someone like him, an old bitter tired man could, somehow find something akin to happiness or belonging there among royalty and peasants who mingled like nothing.

It was like nothing he ever seen, so maybe that's why he got the courage to by a small gold ring, nothing fancy. Nothing like the other men in camp could give her, and he knew there were many who would make her happy. That she deserved so much more, for her life from what he had learned had been cruel to her, but she was still soft. Corrin, who had lost more than she had gained, somehow softened someone like him.

A man like him didn't deserve to be happy, this was a fact. But Shura sat at the table not far from her, their, bed and watched her sleep. How everything seemed like it was normal. He was a normal man and she was a normal woman, both not scarred deeply by this world. His darks eyes watched as her chest moved up and down and then to her stomach which was swollen greatly, something Shura still wasn't sure was the right idea to do and go through with it.

But he wouldn't deny Corrin of a family she so desperately wanted. She loved her siblings of course, but he understood what she had meant, it wasn't easy to put into words. But Shura had understood her, wrapping his arms around her as she cried, as he assured her, smoothing her startling white blonde hair.

That he too so desperately wanted.

And there was no going back now.

A man like him, in reality, could never make a woman like her ever happy. The war would end, and reality would really set in and show her the mistake she had made. But as he stood up joining her in bed, Shura knew that would never happen, that Corrin wasn't that kind of person, she was the kind who would smile saying that she too didn't deserve to be happy, but he made her happy and that was all she wanted. He didn't believe that but as he felt her turn towards him pulling on his night shirt to look at her with her arms wide to hold him close as he held her close. Shura obligated as he pressed his face into her collar bone breathing in deeply.

He shouldn't be happy, but life wasn't going as he planned since he was a young child. But for once the unpredictability of life he didn't mind at all.

#fandom: fire emblem #pairing: shura x corrin #shura x corrin #ashura x kamui #my fanfiction

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Procrastination

1. Favourite colour --> Green.. but sometimes purple, or Teal... idk

2. Number of people you’ve slept with --> 2 3. Cake or ice cream? I don’t care for dessert but Cake over Ice Cream 4. If you were a superhero what would your power be? Seeing the future so I can 1) win the lottery to give money to all of the people and 2) see future regrets and change them as necessary 5. Ever been in a fist fight? Yup... or well, it was one sided as the person was being a drunk douche. I’m pretty patient and not easily angered but was the last straw when they were crap to an ex... so i ran across the room and their face met my fist as we went through a window ;). 6. Do you live in the country or the city? City 7. Biggest kink? I really can not think of anything... it’s been a while since I even gave a shit... refer to my #2 response lol 8. Favourite video-game? Assassin’s Creed 2....Classic maybe Crash Bandicoot or Zelda: A Link to The Past (honourable mentions - Heavy Rain bcuz it was the first game of it’s kind, NHL 200 something cuz I played it for a straight week and Parappa the Rapper for the memories I had while playing it) 9. Words you live by? I’m not religious but, “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, Courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”  10. Best book you’ve ever read? Okay well this changes constantly there’s been a lot. Great Gatsby and Lord of the Flies were my first... Stone Butch Blues made me tear up after 20 pages... The Alchemist... The Hours... Tom Robbins though hands down has the best books. If you can’t tell I have a hard time with decisions or ONE STRAIGHT ANSWER (no pun intended) 11. Favourite film? .... REALLY... same as above, too many. The Hours, Girl, Interrupted, Eternal Sunshine, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Requiem for a Dream.... and honorable mention is Rocky Horror because I wouldn’t call it my fav but I do love it 12. Horror or romance? neither 13. Biggest fear? I’m usually more afraid of the anticipation of a thing than the actual THING... Otherwise no real “fears” in particular, I just spoke easily and get nervous a lot 14. Best memory? I have no idea. Maybe my 19th birthday weekend. First time people actually worked hard at surprising me, I felt really cared about and important to people outside of my family AND the girl I liked (but swore I wouldn’t tell bcuz I couldn’t lose anymore friends based on being a lesbian) kissed me. So that was a high.  15. Worst memory? There have been a lot... but to be honest everything becomes pretty neutral or numb (for best or worst memories) 16. Where are you from? Toronto, Canada 17. Ever done anal? no thankssss 18. Would you prefer to be Mary Berry’s grandchild or Paul Hollywood’s bitch? I would like to “Berry” “Hollywood”  19. Favourite outfit? Ugh I do not have one right now... maybe my underwear and a baseball shirt since that is usually my go to bed/not going out outfit ;) 20. Snapchat or Instagram? i dont care 21. If you could freeze time what would you do? nothing. I’m fucking frozen.  22. Best LUSH product in your opinion? Who knows, a bath bomb? I don’t go here 23. Should people wear red shirts or brown pants in your presence? nothing is the correct answer .. my life is so sad that I am still answering these 24. Favourite television character? Willow Rosenberg 25. Do you have a nemesis? Time, money, the patriarchy, capitalism, heterosexism... must I go on? 26. Are you a hard-worker? When other people are depending on me for sure. If it’s only for myself... not so much I think. But for a job, ya I’ll work harder than probably necessary to my disadvantage typically.  27. What’s the best holiday you’ve ever been on? Backpacking Australia 2012 with my sis 28. What’s your dream? I have none 29. Where do you see your life ending up? well... it wasn’t here that’s for sure 30. Describe your last sexual encounter. LOL I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER IT ITS BEEN THAT LONG 31. Cake by the ocean or sex on the beach? Cake by the Ocean... of course? 32. Ever done drugs? Obviously... Tylenol is a fucking drug you know ;) 33. Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings? LOTR 34. Are you a jock or a nerd? lol... NERD... my best job in sports usually consisted of getting hit for the sake of the team 35. On a scale of 8 to 34.7, how gay are you? I am a strong 5.8 on the Kinsey Scale 36. Do you live for Tumblr discourse or hate it? meh 37. Favourite trashy television show? ugh sadly I will watch are you the one? or Survivor, Big Brother, MTV’s the Challenge 38. Last time you watched porn? lol i dont even know... also not even really my thing tbh 39. Do you have a recurring sexual fantasy? nope 40. Weirdest dream you ever had? i dont even know 41. Ever had mental health issues? yup 42. What’s the answer to the question you wish someone would ask you? no way, really? you’re joking! (lol) 43. Do you wish people paid more attention to you? omg no  44. Do you have anyone who you’d happily slap right across their chops? we live in a world with Trump in it... also about 2649473647823648232 political and capitalist assholes 45. Dog person or cat person? I can be both but DOGSSSSSS ... i became allergic to cats but I still end up all over them and suffer the consequences :’(

46. Sneakers or heels? LOL sneakers. No one needs to witness me in heels 47. Favourite cocktail? GT 48. Day or night? I’m a night person but I WISH I was a day person 49. Pokémon or Digimon? -mon 50. How big is your dick? YUGE 51. Favourite musical? Ugh I think I had a new one but oh well, Phantom of the Opera was my old one... Mamma Mia only because it’s all ABBA 52. Favourite song? Exit to a Movie by Radiohead but the version Westworld played during season 1. I love SO many though. (I will always love Cat Power and Regina Spektor though) 53. Are you secretly a goblin/alien/android? I am a Gob-lien-droid 54. Why are you like this? I’m sure it’s a mix genes, timing, contextual influence of the social determinants of health, my individual intersections and situational freedoms... along with my “choose my own adventure” decisions or non-decisions in life ;). THAT A COMPLETE ENOUGH FUCKING ANSWER FOR YA 55. What’s your guilty pleasure? sleep. Also sadly the movie Imagine you and me... omg #whatasap 56. What would you say if I said ‘I love you’? weird 57. What’s the story behind your URL? It’s from the movie Amelie 58. Tell me something that worries you. everything pretty much all the time... I would really love some regular massages. Or to remember the time when for a while I had no worries, had no tension and slept like a fucking BABY 59. What have you been worrying about today? Falling (literally), the work I have to get done, Money, School, Life after school, future work, decisions about where to live and what work options I’ll have, getting a dog, If I’ll have to date again to help make those decisions lol... Also accidentally became a klepto and found something in my luggage from a trip that I feel bad for taking... I don’t even know how or why it happened lol 60. I’m only sending you these questions because I have a crush on you and I’m too tragic to actually just say it. TOO BAD FOR YOUUUUU SUCKAAA 61. Hot dogs or burgers? depends 62. Nintendo or the other trash-consoles? Going outside 63. Which fandom ruined a show that you used to like? none. I dont know... fandoms do not define me! 64. What do you wish you could tell your best friend? I’ve got nothing 65. Tell us a deep dark secret. I have a secret... it’s is deep.... but it is also dark....  66. Are you curious about having a man in leather spank your botty 'til it’s all red? I think I’m good but have fun with that 67. Favourite Tumblr couple? How do you even know tumblr couples?! 68. Do you have any dietary quirks? Nope.. maybe I’m getting lactose sensitive sometimes? Mostly I think it’s stress though 69. Do you want to have someone pleasure your genitals orally while you do the same to theirs? Not right no thanks I’m busyyyyy 70. How old are you? 31 last friday... 71. Which Buzzfeed listicle sums up your existence? WHAT IS A LISTICLE..also I ain’t got time for thattt 72. Do you have any pets? not anymore :’(... I got allergic to them #STORYOFMYLIFE 73. What colour underwear are you wearing? The are green and pink. Dark green with like jungle like leaves and flamingos <3. (American Eagle short briefs idk what they are called..) 74. Boxers or briefs? read #73 75. Fuck me, Ray Bradbury? You seem unsure of yourself there... or were you just giving an angry rant at yourself and then asking if Ray Bradbury was around... hmmm 76. Which television show do you want to last forever? Buffy but it isn’t on TV anymore and instead in Comic form 77. In a zombie apocalypse how long would you last? Instantly dead for sure... I’d just drop a huge rock on my head and be done with it lol 78. Do you have good internet connection or do you want to punch your router every ten minutes? ALSO WANT TO PUNCH EVERYTHING WITH MY INTERNET CONNECTION 79. Would you find it somewhat saucy if I sent bawdy nudes in your direction? Not particularly... unless you were serious about them and then I’d use like paint and make them hilarious haha omg ya that’d be great 80. Which country has the best flag? I was horrible about georgraphy lol.... I would throw knowing flags into that category  81. Do you consider yourself *iconic*? I consider myself *ironic* ... ew wait not in a hipster way... just wanted to throw out Alanis since that’s what came to mind here 82. Most overrated food? Bacon 83. Most overrated film? So many 84. Most overrated television show? Friends 85. Most overrated type of cheese? Babybel 86. Which brand would you never shop at? There’s a few ethical ones but also gotta check privilege with whether you can afford to skip some stores/brands  87. Wisdom, courage, or power? Wisdom 88. Would you prefer to travel in time and stay in the same spot, or travel in space with time elapsing as normal? Space would give me anxiety... but staying in the same spot would give me anxiety. CONUNDRUM 89. What’s the best birthday present you ever got? A girlfriend...For more on that check the “best memory” response I guess... although brithday present makes it sound like a person was an object/commodity that could be claimed and that’s not what I mean... trying to be funny just got serious RIGHT QUICK 90. What present do you wish someone would give you? I have no real wants.. just time with people. Or one day for all my friends to be together and nobody disliked anyone and could have a good time and get along for me... actually that would be the best present in the world but will never happen so alas, there is no reason for birthday parties anymore 91. Do you have an ex? Why did you break up? Yes. We had expired on our 9 lives. 91. Why does 91 appear on this list twice now? Because you typed it twice 92. Spare a thought for the humble creator of this list, it’s difficult to think of this many questions. Make the list shorter 93. Do you prefer anons or non-anons? onions 94. Who do you wish you could have sex with more than any other? more than any other...... ???  95. What is your spirit animal? A KOALA, the sleep for like 22-23 hours of the day 96. Do you have one word that you really love the sound of? Tangent. Conundrum... idk 97. Do you still have any of your stuffed toys from when you were a kid?yup 98. What makes you super nostalgic? Random things, nothing particular 99. Give me an answer to a random one of these questions. (But don’t make it a shit answer like 'yes’. Don’t be an asshole.) asshole 100. What’s your favourite cocktail? SUP REPEAT 101. Sonic screwdriver or Ron’s shit broken wand from the second Potter book? OOGA BOOGA MAN FROM CRASH BANDICOOT lol 102. Laptop or PC? laptop 103. What’s the sexiest accent in your opinion? meh 104. Would you let Donald Trump tickle your nipples for an hour for £6,000,000? FUCK DONALD TRUMP ... i can’t even be funny with this one I just start fuming at his mention  105. You should check out a great little British website called Pretty52. This should’ve been for question 52..... so nope. 106. If you could dye your hair any colour, what colour would you change to? I’m good. 107. What would you change about your body if you could? I’d work out and eat healthy... idk.... bodies are bodies and they are the way the are for whatever reason to each their own. I’m for people changing their bodies and for not doing so at all. For me I only change stuff if I physically get pained otherwise it’s all aesthetics which is trivial. 108. Do you prefer to be hot or cold? hot 109. What’s your favourite way to orgasm? having one I guess lol? 110. Are you a mermaid or a unicorn? unicorn (I can’t swim so) 111. What’s the name of your favourite pet when you were a kid?I had none. So deprived.  112. What was your favourite class at school? History maybe? 113. Are you superstitious? kind of but not seriously 114. What do you think happens when we die? When I get there I’ll let you know 115. Pie or pi? PI!!! BTW, getting a McFlurry on Pi day is hilarious because the total for one in Canada with taxes is 3.14!!!! #nerdalert 116. Your followers a question. Are you questioning my followers??? 117. Lick my genitalia. I’m good thanks  118. What’s your favourite number? 8 119. Do you ever look up at the stars and feel small? nope 120. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?it’s.. fine 121. Tell me about a quirky personality trait. I have no idea 122. What was your favourite story when you were younger? My mom used to tell Caterpillar bedtime stories... the stories would start with the caterpillar having a certain amount of legs and this caterpillar would be playing some kind of game/sport against my family of 4 and in each sport my mom would make up how the caterpillar lost it’s legs. The story was over when they lost all their legs and we won lol.  123. Are you old before your time or young at heart? Ugh I  WAS old before my time as a child... after 25 I’ve been trying to peter pan through life because now we’re stuck being old and I want a chance at childhood again haha 124. Why do you do the things you do? Please. Tell me. It’s a mix of contextual factors as I’ve answered for another question lol 125. I hope you enjoyed these questions. they actually were not that great... I am underwhelmed 126. Which Tumblr blog would you recommend to all your fans? one that upgrades them to a good old airconditioner

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aight aight lets do this

zombie au

i wanted??? to develop the side characters more because i love them and they make me super happy when they get on screen and i went to sleep and woke up in the dead of night like. Ah. I Know.

the gist was dekapan creates a virus that mimics those weird wasp things that inject venom in caterpillars and wasps and leave them zombie-fied until they end up sacrificing themselves for the wasps babies. it works like my theory for gakkou gurashi and idk the zombies should follow their everyday routine expect that they also kill people. i’ve scrapped that idea and like, recreated how the zombies work but shhhh this part is a Super Secret.

he’s having trouble with money and! he loves science! he loves messing up and starting over and finding that one xyz fit that makes everything click how he wants to! but that costs money, and it’s money he doesnt have, so? he calls a kid he used to babysit and get along with for some help. hatabou gets him a job with a sketchy government probably trying to cure the common cold or make it impossible to burn your skin in the sun or something so of course he does the work given to him, because money is money, but the moment it gets on tv and is announced to the world dekapan calls everyone like 'hey guys dont take the vaccine something fuckys going on' and then the zombie outbreak starts and everyone gets split up and they find each other eventually after Bad Things and everyone gets fucked up about it.

people who we dont get to see pair up find each other and begrudgingly work together.

jyushimatsu and todomatsu are w matsuyo!! she has them go on a trip to the mall with her, and it’s very densely packed and a trains ride from home  (jyushimatsus here to carry bags and todomatsus here bc oohhh a mall far away). the outbreak happens while theyre in the mall, and momma and todomatsu get separated from jyushimatsu for a little while -- they do find him again, and momma decks a zombie in the face. todomatsu cries. if i were to write this, i’d focus like??? 2 - 3 chapters focusing on them being in the mall, finding a group of other survivors, and then leaving the group. depending on length and my Stamina which is. not good.

next group is totoko and karamatsu!!! and. its not because of.... anything. but totoko!! if anything is really strong and i can see her carrying an iron will and inspiring other people to follow he lead and! i like the dynamic they had with that like One Interaction. idk the beginning all too well?? like how they meet up and stick together, but i have everything after that pretty clear in my head. this would be??? the second arc of the story maybe? it take a while for them to actually get along and things go Bad in the start because ahaha karamatsu is a Fuck Up, and after that karamatsu just stops trying to talk to her and just trails behind while totoko vehemently refuses to let him help her with anything. and i actually?? dont wanna say too much about this because. ITS SURPRISE. but after they start getting along karamatsu gives her a fishbone braid, and she talks about missing her brother and they do some Feelings Talk.

idk what the fuck to do with osomatsu, ichimatsu, and choromatsu??? someones learning medicine and surgery from dekapan, someones getting yelled at by chibita while hatabou mediates, and someone starts stealing things with iyami and then starts crying in the back of his van after a close call, but idk who because they all keep flip flopping positions in my head. like, at first ichimatsu was getting yelled at, but then i put him with iyami, but then im like ‘ohhh doctor ichimatsu’. then osomatsu was with chibita n hatabou, then i was like ‘but oh he and iyami have a great dyamic’. and choromatsu was with dekapan at first bt then i was :/ with that and put him with chibita. those three are hecking me up idk what to do.

paranormal investigators

 We Are All Dependant On Our Brothers

the matsuno bros start up a ghost bustin company thats set up in a run down project and they’re all crowed up in a shitty apartment funded by hatabou and todomatsus part time job with equipment provided by dekapan because after high school it was decided that ‘shit lets hunt some ghost’ and everyone was like ‘yea sure.’

it was spawned by a dream i had where choromatsu and karamatsu are on a case and choros like 'k we gotta distract the ghost' and karas like 'got it' and while choros doing. whatever. karamatsu comes out in a bathrobe and sashays like 'ooh noo ;)) i sure hope no ghosts are going to get me while im naked and vulnerable ;)))' and choros like. 'who gave you permission to be such garbage.' and. oh. he did. 

and then later in the day a stray thought where osomatsu and karamatsu got confronted by a ghost thats like ‘ICHIMATSU MATSUNO!!! YOU, MY ENEMY WHOVE IVE TRACED DOWN FROM BARBADOS TO THE ARAN ISLANDS TO-’ then osomatsu cuts him off like ‘bro we arent ichimatsu’ and the three of them stare at each other for ten minutes before karamatsu offers to call him for the ghost and the ghost is like ‘!!!! could you?? i mean, im still damning you both to hell but’ and then ichimatsu picks up the phone, and as soon as the ghost starts talking he expels it in 0.0000000000000000000000001 seconds.

superheros

the brothers are b-rate superheros who end up in the newspapers sometimes. iyami and chibitas That Dude who ends up in hostage situations all the time and begrudgingly drive them home and make sure they eat even though they claims to hate them. its actually.... based of the storyline for my ocs so i wont actually talk about that again. nnu9mubvufe8n.

again, they live in a shit ass project but they live right next door to each other instead of crowding in One Apartment, its two with three each. they are all actively looking for day jobs because while the government pays well they struggle being adults. but this time adults with superpowers.

rpg/video game

like. back in the naru.to fandom there was a point where video game aus were really popular, like the whole grinding/gaining stats/unlocking new areas thing n all that and it surprisingly worked really well when written right?. so i was thinking about that and spacing out and i was like Oh Fuck. so this au got birthed. osomatsus the king, karas the knight, jyushi is a prince who gets kidnapped, ichis prince #2, choromatsus a wandering mage, n todos the royal advisor. 

jyushimatsu gets kidnapped in the dead of night, and osomatsus like ‘what the flying fuck karamatsu get over here lets go get him back.’ so they leave, and have ichimatsu look after the kingdom for him. hes like 'wait what please im' and is thrust into power anyways. he and todomatsu are surprisingly competent leaders and the kingdom does really good under him, even better than with osomatsu?? though he locked himself in his room for the first week and todomatsu just kept banging on the door OPEN UP YOU FUCK YOU HAVE PAPERWORK. and its an insanely huge amount because osomatsu keeps putting it off unless someone watches him and he does all the stuff like funding the armies and expanding territories before stuff like regulating taxes and funding schools and hospitals.

jyushimatsu escapes on his own after a day n is like HMMMM HOW TO GET HOME..... but then he enters a little run down village and meets homura and falls In Love and they spend time together and he eventually just forgets to come home because hes so happy with her

meanwhile with the idiot eldest duo. karamatsu doesnt know how to fucking.... spend money so when they meet choromatsu whos like the stop n shop npc he gives him all the money he has for an enchanted pair of ankle warmers that he could put his face on and that can react to his emotions. osomatsus like ‘what the entire fuck bro’ and goes to get their money back, but then ends up spending all his money on a charm thatll increase his gambling luck.

‘we’ve been bamboozled, my dearest king. our money taken right before our eyes as a miser deceived us and robbed us of everything we’re worth,’ ‘wanna beat him up, karamatsu?’ ‘of course i do.’

choromatsus like ????? wtf its not my fault you two dont know how to spend money. but they fight, and osomatsus like ‘join our party!!’ and they take a few days to convince him but he does join and he and osomatsu hit it off really well, and osomatsu decided after everything, hes going to adopt choromatsu. 

(’but we’re the same age, my king’ karamatsu says in response to his proposal. 

‘FINE, then ill get mom to adopt him, geez.’ 

then they meet chibita and n chibita and karamatsus like ‘if youre taking choromatsu, im taking chibita in if he says yes’ and osomatsus like ‘ask mom first’)

the three of them go to the place jyushimatsu was taken to, beat everyone up, and then realize he isnt there. so they just. dejectedly walk into a nearby village for rest and chibita gives them free beer.

they meet jyshimatsu an hour later on a date with homura and yes. they decide to adopt her as a sister too. (is someone marrying into your family considered adoption?? idk but everyones family now, no excuses.)

royalty/split at birth

i hate angst i just wish everyone could be happy, i say as i look through my notebook with angsty plot points as i reference my life.

the gist is: the cold color trio living in slums rather than a palace but then oso finds out OH SHIT WE HAVE MORE BROTHERS WE GO GET THEM and everyones stressed the fuck out

as soon as osomatsu finds out he has troops scour the kingdom for the them, with the directions ‘there are three more people with my face, go get em’ and he sends troops out. to everyone outside the castle this is a very ?????!!!!!!!!!! thing???because the royal family has solidified themselves as Bad Selfish people who tax unfairly and dont care about the poor. like, the rich people are all like oh! i wonder what the royal family is planning theyre so good to our kingdom ha ha! while the poor people are freaking the fuck out.

the cold colors only get a brief warning about the troops coming and the first thing ichimatsu does when he hears this is go and break all the fancy plates and choromatsus like ‘wtf are you doing!!!’ and ichimatsu just looks at him like ‘i love and respect my family so im doing what i need to’ and karamatsu takes that as his cue to take his mothers valuables and hide them under the floorboards and in the walls where the stucco breaks away and choromatsu writes a note to their mom Just In Case.

they actually do get taken and theyre fucking shocked. like, instead of the royals taking everyones valuables like they expected, theyre taking them??? and the troops are no help theyre just like ‘kay go take two sets of coats and three sets of day wear’ and they have them leave straight away.

an abrupt abduction is gonna stir up shit in the village especially if they only take the boys and leave their parents and friends. imagine how paranoid they'll be. ‘oh no what if im going next' 'i hear that theyre taking our boys now and selling them off to foreign labor' 'theyre taking our children as punishment for not being able to afford tax' ‘i heard things breaking in their home what if they got taken away for resisting’

imagine all the drama and discomfort theyll feel when they see the other bros living in the lap of luxury why their friends and family suffer like :)))

its frustrating and tense for everyone because osomatsu expected them to integrate without issue. jyushimatsu doesnt understand why they get so mad at him and refuse to be his friend. todomatsu doesnt understand why all these poor people are a problem. as long as youre happy and healthy it's fine! theres no need to concern yourself with what doesnt directly affect you. if you dont see it its not happening so its best to ignore it.

ballet

osomatsu does ballet again and is happy and has found something he loves and enjoys and everyone supports him. basically, he starts feeling nostalgic and then starts watching youtube videos and goes ‘haha pah! i can do that’ and then he realizes ‘holy shit this is something i wanna spend the rest of my life doing’

sophie even wrote a fic about it and its great and every time i read it my heart pounds ten thousand times a second and i start smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

detectives

jyushimatsu’s an overworked forensic scientist, choromatsu’s an exasperated detective, osomatsus is watson, todomatsu’s head of the branch, and ???? ichimatsu where are you??

karamatsu’s fucking dead but he aint important.

they solve mysteries n do detective stuff.

theres also another au thats like platonic soulmate thing but eh 

#mbbbaf #long post #no like for real its a long ass post #these are all awful and they could all use Work but i like them #what is this