#not very pleased with how the drawings turned out - but I guess the story here is the most important part 😔😔

[ifindus]

The Battle of Hjørungavåg - for the Mythtalia March by @hwsevents

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"Never have Danes held such a battle with Norwegians, not before nor since" - Fagrskinna.

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The battle of Hjørungavåg took place outside the Norwegian coast in the year 986, and was a sea battle between an invading Danish army and a defending Norwegian one. It was a battle of great national significance as the ruling Earl Håkon defended the country against the Danish King Svein Tjugeskjegg aided by the Joms Vikings, who wanted to take control over Norway and christen it.

The battle begun after some farmers tricked the Danes into believeing Earl Håkon only had 2-3 ships with him. They charged forth and got surprised by 50 ships lying in wait for them.

It was a fierce battle, and despite the element of surprise, the Norwegians suffered heavy losses early on. Most of the losses were with Earl Håkon, who fought against Svein Tjugeskjegg, a fight so intense that he had to shed his chainmail as it had become torn apart by all the weapons hitting him. Håkon's sons Eirik and Svein Håkonson fought against the Joms Vikings, Eirik saving his brother. This is when the battle turns.

Suddenly, a terrifying storm hits, with fierce waves of hail. The storm seemed almost magic and supernatural, and on the side of the Norwegians. Had the pagans used dark magic? It is said that Earl Håkon had sacrificed his 7 year old son Erling in a ritual for victory (probably false). The Earls of Lade had a connection to the female godess and spirit Torgerd Hølgebrud, who was called on whenever the family was in need. She came along with her sister and other valkyries on horses with bows and arrows, sending hail towards their enemies.

Torgerd is interpreted as an ancient fertility spirit, and these spirits are also connected with a warrior aspect. They protected certain families and are some of the oldest creatures in the pre-Christian Norse religion.

The supernatural warrior spirits was a convenient excuse for why Svein Tjugeskjegg fled the battle; it was impossible to fight against gods and trolls. It also supported the savage ways of the pagan religion.

As Svein flees, he leaves the Joms Vikings behind to be captured by the Earls. They were about to be executed by beheading, but one of them managed to get a hold of the sword and chop the head off the man about to kill him. Eirik Håkonson is impressed by this and grants them their freedom.

#mythtalia march #hetalia #historical hetalia #aph norway #aph denmark #hws norway #hws denmark #again; any excuse to talk about Eirik Jarl - my fave historical person 🥰🥰🥰 #more historical notes: the son Erling was probably older and fought along his family in the battle - not sacrificed for victory #and as most sources are mostly christian propaganda it is clear that the respect they had for the Earls of Lade is genuine #there are so many stories surrounding the Earls of Lade that show the quality of them - even though they were pagan #The Earls of Lade were based in Trondheim and mainly ruled over Trøndelag - but at this point they also had control over Norway as a whole #but it should be noted that “Norway” at this point /probably/ didn't include some parts around Oslo - we are not entirely certain here #not very pleased with how the drawings turned out - but I guess the story here is the most important part 😔😔

[ghouljams]

This is just a very short bridge for Ghost's story in the demon au, just to ease the transition between the sex and the angst, provide a little explanation for Ghost's pulling away.

In which you say some dumbass shit and ruin the mood.

You stretch your arms over your head, popping your back to get some of the soreness out. You give a pleased hum, relaxing back into a comfortable position sitting on Ghost’s bed. He’s busy stalling on getting ready for the day. You’ve never seen him do that, usually the man is the first out the door for PT. 

“You were really brutal last night,” you grin, leaning forward and pulling your knees up to rest against them, “You’re lucky I’m not human, you might be having a different morning.” Ghost turns to you with a frown, his brows drawing together, the fabric of his balaclava moving over his mouth. You laugh, enjoying the way his eyes drag over you. You wonder if he’s listening.

“Meaning?” He asks. You tip your head to the side, they’re well healed by now, but you can still flash the blue-purple bruises from his hands around your neck. He freezes.

“Could’ve killed me,” You hum, Ghost’s eyes do something strange, filter through some strange roll of guilt, you push past it, try to assure him, “It’s fine, you don’t have to feel bad! I know you think about hurting me sometimes, so I just gave you a little push. Let you let the monster out.” You pick at the sheets, the silence starting to make you fidget. “Actually I was sort of worried you’d be super submissive in bed, I know a lot of big guys are hiding that behind the whole tough guy thing, but I was pleasantly surprised.”

Ghost doesn’t flinch. Actually he doesn’t move, period, but something hurts in him. Something dark bites at his lungs.

“I have to go,” He rasps, grabbing his gym bag and moving towards the door.

“Oh yeah, I guess we’re running a little late,” You hop off the bed, snapping the shadows of your clothes around your body, “What’re we-”

“Not we,” Ghost cuts you off, his teeth snapping at you before he can calm himself, “Just me, you stay here.”

“Oh,” you sit back down, frown at his back, “ok. I’ll stay here.”

He doesn’t say anything else, his knuckles white with how tightly he’s gripping the door handle. His emotions feel murky, dark and dangerous. You don’t know what he’s so upset about. You were trying to pay him a compliment. You’d think a man who’d compartmentalized himself away from his humanity would appreciate that.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #oc: die #demon!darlings au

[lostfirefly]

If you wake up in your bed, alone in the dark, I'm sorry I gotta leave you before you love me

You're the owner of a bar where one evening a blue-haired pirate comes and you both play a drinking game.

Just a random shitty shit :) Masterlist

OPLA Buggy x F!Reader

Words: 1301

The title is talken from "Leave Before You Love Me" Marshmello and Jonas Brothers.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Taglist: @gingernut1314 (idk if you wanted to be tagged :))

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The bar was full of pirates that night. The air smelled of rum, whiskey, tequila, and cheap tobacco. You, the bar hostess, was wiping down the bar counter, made of solid oak, listening to different stories from the drunken sailors. Some told about mermaids, others about how they miraculously avoided meeting with sirens, others in their stories were invincible pirate kings. 

“Alright, Benji, no more whiskey for you. You need to go home, your wife is waiting for you,” You said, taking the half-empty glass from the hands of the man who was barely standing. 

“One more glass, please! Hone-e-y! Don't be a pest! O-o-ops!” The grey-haired man reached out for another glass, but he couldn't help himself and fell to the floor.

“No more! Get out of here. I’ll tell Frank to walk you home,” you said and threw a towel over her shoulder.

It was late and it was raining heavily outside the window, but the bar was still full, despite the imminent closure.

The front door swung open, and you heard heavy footsteps.

"A bottle of whiskey," the man's voice came. 

You, who was wiping her glass with a towel at the time, looked up. A large man with blue hair, green eyes and red nose, dressed in a brown fur coat, leather pants and vest sat behind the bar counter and stared at her intently. 

"Whiskey. The best one!" He repeated his order once more and put his gloved hand on a counter. 

You turned to the shelves behind her and among the many bottles of different alcohol, picked out a huge bottle of well aged whiskey. 

“Here. Enjoy,” you moved him the bottle, which was decorated with drawings of dragons and ships, "The best in our town." 

You glanced at him for a moment. “You're not from around here, aren't you? Because I haven't seen you in my bar before."

"Your bar?" The man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah. Why are you so surprised? Don't tell me you're the kind of man who thinks a woman should stay home." You poured whiskey into a glass and slid it into the man's hand. He remained silent. 

"Not at all. It's great, I guess." He took a sip of whiskey. “Tell me, isn’t it scary for such a nice girl to hang out in this bar at night, among drunken sailors?”

“I’m already used to it. At least tell me your name, stranger. There shouldn’t be a person without a name in my bar.”

"What strict rules. Buggy. Buggy the Clown."

"Very nice, Buggy the Clown. And me (Y/N). Well, what are doing in our city?"

"We'll dock to replenish our supplies, and then we'll move on."

"So, are you one of those treasure hunters? Or one of those good pirates?"

"Baby, it's rude to ask things like that when my poster is on your wall." He pointed his finger at the poster stand. "I'm kind of a celebrity, you know?"

You laughed. Continuing to keep order in the bar, you could not get rid of the thought that the green eyes of this strange man, who was wearing makeup, were watching your every step.

“You know, Buggy the Clown, I’m a little embarrassed that you’re staring into me with your eyes.”

He made a face and crossed his arms.

"Listen, drinking alone is boring. Join me." 

"I’m working." 

“Come on, you've got some drunken bilge rats here. Grab a glass and let's play 'I've never..'"

You looked around the bar, assessing the condition of the visitors. Half of them were already lying somewhere on the floor. The other half was about to leave.

“Okay, let's play." You took out a second glass and placed it on the counter. You poured whiskey into a glass and added ice. “Well, a cute stranger with the name Buggy the Clown, I’ll start. I’ve never have never fallen asleep in public.” 

Buggy looked at you and the glass for a long time. And took a sip of whiskey.

“I thought so!” You laughed.

“What about you?” Buggy asked, sipping whiskey.

“Noo! I’m a good girl.”

“You work in a bar, you can't be good!” He laughed like a maniac. “Ok, my turn. I’ve never have never had a one-night stand.”

You both looked at each other and sipped your whiskey. 

“And you say you're good?" Buggy said in a mocking tone. "Na-ah!"

“I work at the bar. Can you imagine how many pirates come here? But I have to admit, you're the cutest." You took a sip and blushed. “What about you?”

“I’m a pirate. Is it necessary to continue further?” He smiled widely. “Well.. I’ve never have never tried to make an ex jealous.”

You sipped your whiskey. “He was a jerk. He needed to be taught a lesson. You?”

“No! I swear!” He raised his hands.

“My turn! I’ve never have never sneezed on a stranger.” You looked at the clown pirate with curiosity. He smiled, started laughing and took a sip from his glass. “Ew! Gross!” You started laughing too. "Ok, ok! I've never have never spent money that wasn't mine to spend."

"Seriously? Is this a question you ask a pirate? Better bring a bottle of whiskey right away." He poured himself another drink and drank it in one gulp.

You were playing when the last customer left the bar and you were already finishing your fourth bottle of whiskey. You could hardly stand on your feet.

“Ok! Last question! I’ve never have never held a grudge longer than a year.” You waited for a couple of seconds and took a sip of whiskey. “You?”

“It’s a long story. I want to skip this question.” He became visibly saddened.

“Who is that bitch that broke your heart?” You said in a drunken voice. “She’s the greatest pig ever. Look at you! You’re cute!” Staggering, you came out from behind the bar and walked towards him.

“You really think I’m cute?” Buggy took your hand and pulled you towards him.

“Of course! Your blue hair, your red nose, your makeup. You are unusual and cute.” You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. Buggy looked at you with a clouded look.

“Listen, when are you leaving?” You asked, trying to focus your gaze.

“In a couple of days, what?” He asked quietly and hugged you.

“So we have time!” You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to the room.

The next morning you woke up alone in bed. You felt the pillow that was lying next to you with your hand. A sheet on which there were traces of cosmetics and clearly not yours. The other half of the bed was empty. You clearly remembered last night. His heavy breathing on your skin, his hands on your body and the words he said to you. You put on a shirt and went downstairs. Buggy was sitting on a chair and was already pulling on his second shoe.

“Are you going to leave like that and not say goodbye to me?” You walked up to him, put one arm around his neck and looked into his eyes.

"You were just fast asleep. And I.. well, well.."

"I see. Listen.. It seemed to me that.. Well.." You walked closer to him and kissed him on the lips. “if you’re still in our towns or will be one day, come to see me. I liked you. In every sense.”

You noticed how he became noticeably nervous. He took his coat, and returned the kiss.

He ran his gloved hand through his hair. "I will keep that in mind, baby."

You closed the bar door behind him, leaned on it and whispered. "Damn, I really wanted you to stay."

#buggy the clown #buggy x you #buggy x reader #one peice #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown #buggy fanfiction

[faultlinescrew]

Spitfire, Sophia getting a better story, fucking up nazis and cool gasmasks? Sign me the fuck up i am so down for this you have no idea.

The Arrows created by @nonplatonicsubtext, and i will make more art in return for more lore on these three and Charlotte Design notes and hcs under the cut

(if any of these dont fit please feel free to disregard them :] i am just 'yes and-ing' here)

Spitfire: - I have five different designs for her i rotate through depending on how im feeling, so i went for the one that would best fit for this au - In canon shes one of the younger members of palinquin (in my hcs she is the youngest) and pretty timid, so plays more of a support role, in this shes a more a frontline fighter, so natrually, more scars - ^ and i like the idea of her getting burnt by her own powers (not canonly fireproof and all) - many thoughts about her you have no idea - having more of a spine is a good thing, but it is also causing her so much stress - went for a more assymetrical design partly for the lack of resources due to her not ending up taking any teams offer, parlty bc i thought it looked fuckin sick - very curious as to why she turned down faultline - was homeless (i belive this for a number of reasons), her and Apsis are crashing in some abandoned basement somewhere Morrigan: - I dont really have much to say, i am so hyped to watch her be rescued from her original narrative and i want to make art for it - n0brainjustvibes prowler!sophia design is so good it rewrote my brain entirely, shes ourple now - your (nonplatonicsubtexts) description for her costume was so vivid i just picked it up and threw it at the drawing software

Apsis: - Shes kinda just free real estate to do whatever with so this will be mostly hc's - Also havent given her a full costume design bc i am waiting for a more solid vibe if that makes sense - Mixed south asian/white (in the above art, at least) - May i suggest the name lila/leela - Whilst Emily and Sophia are roughly 15, shes more 18/19, and that age gap might contribute more to the gap she has with the other two - Fell out with the Merchants a while back due to petty drama and managed to avoid their aquisition into the Syndicate - Has a bit of a substance problem from that, but wont really recive any support due to the whole 'tramatised homeless young adult whos primary job is kicking the shit out of white nationalists' thing, so thems the breaks i guess - Shes just chillin

#parahumans #wormblr #worm #dishwasher draws #worm au #spitfire #shadow stalker #whirligig #worm web serial #fanart #au fanart

[skymaiden32]

A Different Life

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 5: Pilot

Scott’s memories of his last day in the Air Force.

Continuity: TAG

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Scott breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally able to collapse onto the hard mattress of his bunk, careful not to injure his broken arm as he fell any further. His bunkmate, Alex Birch, sat on a nearby chair, raised an eyebrow. “How’d it go with the boss?” 

“I don’t know, Alex…” He sighed, running his uninjured hand down his tired face. “I don’t know what to make of all of this. I just feel so…” He paused, trying to find the right phrase. “...jumbled still.” 

It had been just a week since Scott’s miraculous return from the brink of death in Bereznik. Not long enough, if you asked Alex’s opinion. Between Scott losing Greg Hodge, his navigator, in the crash, being held prisoner and tortured, and somehow crossing the wilderness back to base after escaping on his own without help…

It was too much. “No wonder you feel that way.” Alex commented, not ashamed of the sadness in his tone. “You’ve been through hell and back.” He chuckled humourlessly. “I’d be a bit jumbled too.”

Scott sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “The Commander outright ordered me to leave today. Take a break. Said he wouldn’t be surprised if I quit completely. Even offered to give me an honourable discharge if I did.”

“And?” Alex probed, turning his chair so he was facing his friend on the bunk. He immediately took notice of how exhausted Scott looked. “What will you do? After your leave I mean?”

His friend sat up slowly, staring ahead at the wall. “I… I don’t know.” He admitted. “A part of me wants to call it quits and stay safe for my family,” Scott explained. “But the other part of me loves flying more than anything.” He finally looked over at his friend. “Even after all of that, I can’t let it go just like that.”

“I know, Ace…” Alex smiled sympathetically, reverting to the squad nicknames for some sense of normality. He hummed. “Doesn’t your Dad’s company specialise in aerospace? Maybe you could get a job as a test pilot there?”

For the first time in what felt like years, Scott smiled. “The whole reason I signed up to the USAF in the first place was to avoid leaning on the family name, Spins.” He chuckled.

“I know,” Alex smirked, laughing. “Just throwing the idea out there.” He sobered up, looking seriously to his friend now. “But whatever choice you make, whatever path you’re on, I’m sure it’ll be your true calling in life.”

“Yeah…” Scott replied. “I guess it will be.”

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He broke out of the memory, now staring focussed at what had reminded him of that fateful day. The base he had once been stationed at, now closed down due to ground subsidence in the area. International Rescue had been called to get to some officers who had been swallowed up by the very earth beneath their feet. On his right, Virgil stood faithfully, looking worriedly between Scott and the dilapidated base. “Are you okay, Scott?”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, a little too quiet for his brother to hear. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He repeated, louder this time. “The rescue’s over now, anyway…”

“Then,” Virgil began, puzzled. “Why are we still here?”

“The Commander of the base is Alex Birch, right?”

“According to John, yeah…” The pilot of Thunderbird 2 answered, before his eyes widened in realisation, watching the crowd of officers part to reveal the Commander himself, walking towards them. “Wait, wasn’t he in your-”

“My squadron? Yep.” Scott replied. “He was also the one who helped me the most after…” He paused, drawing himself back from those painful memories. “You know…” Virgil knew. He always did.

Alex stopped in front of the two brothers, giving Scott a respectful salute. One that Scott was all too happy to return. “Commander Tracy.”

“Commander Birch.” Scott replied. “I’d like you to meet Virgil, my brother.”

Alex’s eyes lit up in recognition as he shook Virgil’s hand. “Ah, so you’re the one I’d heard so much about from Ace here back in the day.”

Virgil chuckled. “In that case, I hope I lived up to expectations.”

“More than that.” Birch smiled at him. “You knocked them out of the park with that rescue. I can see Scott’s heroism truly is a family trait.” The grin turned melancholy. “You keep taking good care of him, you hear?”

“As much as I can at least” The younger of the two Tracy’s laughed. “He’s always going off somewhere…”

“Hey!” Scott frowned, but the little twinkle in his eyes still remained. “I don’t go AWOL that often.”

“Sure you don’t.” Alex commented.

“I don’t believe it either.” Virgil agreed. Scott groaned. “I’ll leave you two to chat for a bit while I finish packing up.” And just like that, Virgil was off back to Thunderbird 2, leaving the two men to catch up. Scott watched his brother go, smiling in fondness.

Alex’s voice broke into his thoughts. “I told you so.”

Scott looked at his old friend questioningly, although he already knew exactly what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

“That you’d find your calling…”

Thunderbird 1 caught his gaze, gleaming a bright silver in the setting sun, a symbol of everything Scott Tracy was and what he worked for.“I did, didn’t I?” Scott answered, looking between his brother, his ship, and Alex. “It sure is a different life, but it’s one I wouldn’t change for the world.”

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #alex birch (oc) #virgil tracy #thundertober #thundertober 2023 #tw: mentions of torture #tw: implied death

[superbecky]

Meet Aislinn - Soriel Fanchild

>Please do not re-post or use my work in any way without my permission! Re-blogging is ok. Thanks!<

(CHARACTER INFO BELOW!)

My "first" art post of the year! Honestly, this kind of art is something I always shied away from making, at least regarding posting it online… but, I guess here we are! Nothing wrong with going into the new year trying out something new. Allow me to introduce to you, Aislinn! She is my attempt at an Undertale fankid for Toriel x Sans (because yes, Soriel is amazing and I love it so much).

The concept of this character actually dates back years ago as a little collaboration between me and a family member. I never was planning to make her known about, but during Soriel Week 2023 (so back in August), I decided why not? Thus, I started updating her design and did a sketch. However, during that time Soriel Week 2023 was ending and I got too busy until I eventually forgot about this kiddo. That is, until a few days ago when I got inspired by that same family member and decided “you know what, sure let’s just do this for fun”! So yeah, here she is!

I did have fun drawing/designing her, but I also think it is a little bit tricky when creating fan characters because, at least for me, I want them to feel like a natural inclusion to the world they are supposed to be from. I think overall I did good though at this goal!

Anyways, if you are interested in hearing more about her character, the family/story dynamics, and my design process, then keep on reading! Otherwise, I think she turned out cute and this was a fun little project to work on! I wouldn’t be opposed to drawing her again or even with other family members, but I think it will ultimately depend on if people would want to see that. Oh, and if you have any questions about her you want to ask that I don’t have answered below, then feel free to ask me! C:

🤍💙💜🤍💙💜 So… if you are reading this, then you are wanting to learn more, yeah? Well, buckle up because boy do I have a lot to share! Does Aislinn exist within an AU/alternate timeline? Well, I feel it would be more appropriate to consider her inclusion as being part of an alternative timeline because it’s more so my head canons/my take on a possibility of what could happen after the events of a pacifist timeline if Toriel and Sans end up together. Like, there isn’t anything drastically changed to what we know from canon other than me throwing some head canons into a pacifist timeline, so it feels incorrect to me to call it an AU. Do I have a name then for this alternate timeline? I guess if anything, you could consider her inclusion as a follow up to the stories/events told in my other Undertale alternative timeline, Scrapbooktale. Why the name Aislinn? Why not use a font for her name? Well, technically if you google “Aislinn font”, there is a font that I think fits her pretty well. But basically, Aislinn’s name means “dream or vision”, which I felt tied back to things in Undertale like “hopes and dreams” (Asriel) and just how like I feel that with monster kind being freed, they are able to pursue their dreams. Toriel and Sans are both shown to be very family-oriented, so why wouldn’t a possible dream of theirs be to extend their family? That’s where my inspiration came from. Her nicknames are Linn and Linny. Does she speak using a font like Sans and Papyrus?  Nope. More information regarding your design process for her?

So going into more details regarding her physical design, her head and part of her neck is completely bone like Sans and her hands are also skeletal. The only thing on her face that has fur is her little floofy eyebrows! The rest of her body is more like Toriels. She wears a big, green headband/bow as I decided that I wanted to give her some sort of visual element that would give the illusion of ears. I knew that I wanted to give her horns, but instead of just giving her horns that look like what Toriel has, I thought it would be cool to give her horns that resemble Sanses Gaster Blasters. Her eyes in shape are more like her moms, but they are just more so glowing pupils like Sans has (or in her case, glowing ring lights). Her eye color has a slight blue tint to it as I was inspired by Toriel’s official Nendroid design, which has blue eyes. One of Aislinn's most treasured items is her gold flower hair clip that was given to her by Frisk. She always keeps it clipped on her favorite headband/bow.

How old is she? How tall is she?

I find it hard to give an exact age for her because how monsters age is a bit… unknown in terms of canon? But if I had to give her some sort of age, Aislinn is 5 years old, and I think Frisk would be roughly 14 years old around this time. As for her height... well she is just a lil kiddo, so of course she is rather short! I imagine when she gets older though, she would be taller than Frisk. What is her personality? Likes and Dislikes?

Aislinn is cautious and sometimes can come off as shy. While she loves her family, their antics definitely freak her out from time to time.

She is very polite thanks mainly to Toriel. Sans tries to loosen her up a bit, but it is something Aislinn just can’t help!

She tends to keep to herself.

She can be very curious and playful, but won’t do anything that she deems unsafe (unless convinced). Because of her age though, she still struggles with understanding sometimes what is actually considered safe and unsafe.

Her favorite color is green, and her favorite food is snail pizza.

Some of her hobbies include playing with her toy trumpet, drawing, reading and hearing stories, and playing/hanging out with Frisk.

She likes puns and jokes. However, she is terrible at making them.

Aislinn dislikes fighting and dangerous situations. She also does not enjoy getting super messy.

Aislinn and Frisk's Relationship

Aislinn idolizes Frisk. Even though she has a hard time understanding them sometimes (especially regarding all the shenanigans Frisk seems to get into) Aislinn still thinks that Frisk is the coolest person in the world. She loves hearing about Frisk’s adventures, especially the ones of their time Underground. Even though Frisk has a hard time understanding kids close to their age or younger, they still enjoy hanging out with Aislinn and sometimes envy her naïve nature. When Aislinn was a baby, though initially excited, Frisk ended up having a hard time of feeling like the "lesser child" since they are adopted and struggle with self worth. Luckily, thanks to Sans and Toriel, Frisk began to learn over time that they are just as loved and cared for as Aislinn. Though sometimes, they may fall back into this mindset. On the other hand, Aislinn sometimes feels like she isn't good enough compared to Frisk. After all, she is the sibling of the human who changed history by freeing monster kind! Aislinn and Frisk really do love each other though at the end of the day. Aislinn and Sanses Relationship

I am someone who head canons that Sans raised Papyrus and later on helped to raise Frisk after marrying Toriel. By the time Aislinn comes into the picture, Sans is a natural at the whole dad thing... or at least, he likes to hope so. For Sans, it definitely helps to have such a cool wife by his side and to have a kid this time around who is a lot more chilled out. Sans finds that raising Aislinn has actually been way easier than raising Papyrus, and especially Frisk mainly due to Aislinn staying out of trouble. That being said, Sans sometimes worries that he is not doing enough with Aislinn considering how much he seems to be keeping an eye on Frisk, because wow that kid is always getting into trouble and next thing he knows he is asking "uh kid, how did you end up flooding the bathroom... again"? He does make an effort though to make sure that Aislinn knows that he cares for her, and he tries to set aside time from all of the commotion around the house just for her. Though Aislinn is terrible at telling joke, Sans will always be proud at her attempt to tell one. Sans is the one who got Aislinn into trying out a musical instrument (her toy trumpet). He also came up with her nicknames Linn and Linny. Sans will call her baby bones, just as he did for Papyrus and still does for Frisk.

Aislinn and Toriel's Relationship

Aislinn really looks up to Toriel with how she presents herself. Graceful, polite, elegant, and sometimes just goofy. While Sans may be stuck watching Frisk all the time from almost doing god knows what, Toriel is the one who makes sure to keep more of an eye on Aislinn. Toriel enjoys teaching Aislinn things throughout the day, such as "72 uses for snails". Aislinn loves it when Toriel reads her stories, even if sometimes she does not understand what the heck is even going on in said story. When it comes to needing emotional support, Aislinn will usually go to Toriel first.

Aislinn's Magic Her magic consists of fire magic that is shaped like bones (so instead of a typical fire ball, it’s a “fire ball” that is bone shaped)! She has no blasters like Sans, nor can she teleport like he does. She can however use dark blue magic (gravity manipulation) like Sans. She can only use this magic to make someone still for a small amount of time. She cannot use this magic to push or move anyone. Aislinn also has the ability to use green (healing) magic, but is not really good at it. The most she can heal is up to 0.5-1hp, but over time as she gets older and learns her magic better, she will be able to heal just as well as Toriel does! At her current age, Aislinn's magic is still pretty weak and she is still learning how to use it properly.

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PHEW! Ok, I think that is all the main information I wanted to cover. But yeah, if you have any questions or want to learn more, then please feel free to ask! 💜

#undertale #undertale fanart #undertale fankid #scrapbooktale #undertale scrapbooktale #undertale fanchild #soriel #undertale soriel #soriel fankid #soriel fanchild #Undertale Aislinn #Undertale Family #Undertale soriel fankid #soriel fankid aislinn #undertale oc #writing that description up took like 2 hours my gosh

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AND FINALLY HERE IS A SMALL MASTERPOST FOR THE HELLSPAWN WALKER SIBLINGS!!

I present to you, Jenna and Ethan :DD

(also since you asked to be tagged, @alizibtheterrible)

(pssst, here are the ref sheets for these kiddos)

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before I get into anything, here are my timelines in this AU:

2 years between moto and season 11, atleast 5 months between s11 and s12, 5 more months between s12 and s13, 4 months between s13 and the island, a month between the island and s15, canonically a year between s15 and crystallized, 2 years between crystallized and the merge, 5 years between the merge and the events of DR

and jenna and ethan's ages during these times:

jenna: a year old during s11, almost two years old during s13, turned three a while after nya left, four during crystallized, six when the merge happened, and 11 in current time

ethan: a year old when the merge happened, and 6 in current time

I..know it's probably confusing, but I can attempt to explain more if you don't understand!

my fic for these two is currently being rewritten!!

and now, time to ramble abt the kids!! (warning, VERY long)

their full names are: Jenna Edna Lilly Walker and Ethan Ed Raymond Walker (you can guess who was named after who)

jenna was born just a year after moto, and ethan was born also a year after crystallized!

and from that, the age difference between them is 5 years

jenna inherits jay's powers, and ethan inherits nya's

ethan has ADHD and lacks good social skills due to being surrounded by only 2 people for most of his childhood, while jenna has anxiety, trust issues and some slight ptsd

oh and I can't forget to sprinkle the t r a u m a on them both

they have a good dynamic and bicker normally like siblings always do, but jenna sometimes needs to have her alone time and hates when anyone bothers her so she can snap at any time

while ethan is sensitive and cant control himself, especially if he sees someone distressed, but if he himself is the distressed one either no one should even come near him or he needs a genuiene hug or encouraging words from someone

I'm not sure when jenna will get her powers and will get her true potential, but until I figure it out, she gets her potential when she saw a certain someone in danger (kinda placeholder!!)

she didnt have control of her powers much at first, but would soon learn its abilities

and when ethan gets his powers, it doesn't go smoothly at all due to nya having been turned into the sea, so all the sudden power is..quite a painful experience without control

his true potential? realizing his worth and saving his sister from danger

I don't have exact birthdays for them yet, but the placeholders for now are may 23rd (jenna) and october 8th (ethan)

when they got a bit older, jenna decided to dye some streaks of her hair blue (and one time had a pixie cut), ethan didn't take any creative liberties with his hair but would sometimes style it when he's bored

jenna was named by jay, and while nya had wanted lilly she didnt mind and just she told him ''as long as you don't name her nya junior I won't throw you off a building"

lilly in the end was just given as a middle name

want a fun fact? jenna was the one that named ethan, the moment she saw him in his little blanket she just kept shouting "ethan! ethan!"

jenna always had a love for mechanism, while ethan would break a tv just by staring at it

tbf he does kind of have an intrest, but he finds it boring and just likes how it looks, but he is fairly good at it and just needs help

and jenna has a HUGE obsession for drawing and painting, while ethan likes cooking and is declared 'the gordon ramsey of the walkers* by jenna lmao

Jenna: dude please just open your own restuarant at this point Ethan: for the love of the fucking fsm Jenna-

jenna's special nickname is JJ! long story short, it was at first a shortened version of 'jay junior' that was actually a joke but then it became her actual nickname lmao

jenna is aroace and will go by she/they in the future, while ethan goes by he/him and will come out as bi!

jenna was attached to both her parents but felt closer to nya, especially after seabound

she'd watch her and jay in the sam x cave for ages

never remembering nya nor jay, ethan was wary of nya at first and tried to stay close to jenna but the moment she hugged him? he felt safe and knew it was right (shoot I'm kinda spoiling the reunion uhh)

jenna says she has no favourite uncle, but it's secretly cole and only he knows that

and she bullies kai, even when she's not ordered to do so by jay 👌

she does have a good bond with all of them tho!

jenna, in dragons rising, is 5'0 and will stay that height for a while until she hits a sudden growth spurt at 13 and is literally 5'6

and she'd be 5'9 at 16

happens with ethan aswell, he's only 6 so he's about 3'8 which is average for his age, but he'll keep growing taller and taller and he stops growing once he reached 5'8

The Forest Of Walkers(tm) as a moot of mine once quoted (we both hc jay to be very tall, finn I am looking at you)

and yes, that small part of the drawing of them walking is them in the future, I have no exact design yet and just wanted to throw that in bc of the free space lmao (I will post their future designs tho trust)

fun fact: when me and my friend were still planning what jenna and ethan would be doing after the merge, instead of staying with lloyd they had ended up with sora and arin

in this au, maya and ray are a tad closer to nya than they are in the actual show, they visit regularly to check on her, jay and jenna (soon ethan aswell)

both them and ed and edna SPOIL HER TO DEATH. they'd gladly take jenna any day

..which actually happened, seabound stuff :")

from the way all the ninja grieved, it was extremely lonely for a 3 almost 4 year old kid, especially with how everything happened so suddenly and how she can't yet process grief well, she only had cole who'd stay with her alot when she wasn't at her grandparents

even at their places it felt gloomy, but she loved to distract herself when she'd be in the junkyard by helping ed collect scraps and build with him (when her love of mechanism began)

and she loved to take walks with maya or ray at ignacia, or watch ray blacksmithing

it calmed her down a bit, but she knew something was still missing

edit: jay was also not in the best place after nya left, and wasn't able to spend time with jenna because she reminded him so much of nya, so he went to the lighthouse before he got too far

crystallized was..not the best experience either

because of spoilers and still planning out some more stuff, time to jump to post-crystallized

jenna grew much closer to nya, and had went to school 2 months after ethan was born!

she started in first grade, and was chaotic as fuck

she beat a kid in her class once just because he didnt like her drawings, obviously did not end well but she won and she was proud af 😎

during the timeskip after the merge, when ethan hit 4, lloyd would do some sort of homeschooling for him since he and jenna never left the monastery

Lloyd: okay, what's 5+6?

Ethan: 10!

Lloyd, trying not explode because he was so close:

I have so much more, but this is getting long af and I'm tired lmao

for my moots that are in the combined au, feel free to ramble in the tags aswell if u want to btw!! I wish I could too but I don't have the fuckin energy :'))

I may add on once I have the time and energy in the notes (or another post), but for now here's some info abt these hellspawns :"DD

#ninjago #ninjago oc #ninjago au #early family au #oc: jenna walker #oc: ethan walker #levi's ted talks #levi's writing #alizib tag #levi's art #my art #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #also I forgot their freckles :'DDD

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Happy Cody Day!

So, in Honor of Cody Day (2/2/24), that I completely didn’t.....somewhat.... forget about until last minute.  I attempted to draw some cute fan art of Cody with all his nieces and nephews from my Clone kiddo Au.

And.....

I didn’t like it.  It just wasn’t working the way I wanted it to.  So, I tried something else.  And that looked terrible.  So I went for attempt number 3 aaaannnnd.... you can guess how that went.

Anyway

Here is a cute little short story instead featuring Cody and one of his nieces from my whacky AU.

Story below the cut.

Enjoy.

“Ow...”

“Sorry.” Cody mumbled.

“They don't have to be....kandos” A small voice mumbled. (Perfect)

“Ba’vod is almost done. This will only take a moment.” (Uncle)

“Gar said megin eyn hour’ago.” The small voice retorted. (You said that an hour ago.)

Cody huffed as he stared down at his messy work.  Despite weeks of careful planning, endless research, and diligent practice..... he really sucked at braiding.  In particular, he sucked at braiding hair.  There was something about braiding hair chaffed him to no end.  His braids were always uneven, messy, and, quite frankly, just inadequate.  He was just really bad at it.  He always had been and he expected that he always would be.  Much to his young and fidgety niece’s bad luck.

Now, Taliyah, or Tally for short, was trying her best to sit still.  But she was also a ten-year old child who really, really wanted to go play with the other kids in the yard.  What had started as a simple request for twin braids in her hair had turned into a battle of attrition for the young girl.  She had been so blissfully unaware of Cody’s utter disdain for braids.  And now, two hours later, her patience was reaching a breaking point. So, in a moment of defeat.....Cody throw in the towel and let the messy braids win.

“Alright, I guess that will have to do.” He huffed out.  “So, how do they look?”

He handed Tally a small mirror to look at her braids.  Her pale purple hair was so different than Cody’s own.  It was softer than the hair of the clones and had more of a wavy curl when compared to the tight curls that he and Vod’s sported.  This made his usual styling techniques and tricks ineffective on most days.  Especially braids.  But Tally didn’t seem to care about the messy braids or their uneven alignment, as a bright smile blossomed across her face.

“Val're Kandosii! I Love it, Ba’vod Kote!” (They’re perfect.)

Whirling around to face him, Cody was met with a tight hug and a wide toothy grin that made his heart melt.

“Ori'vor'e, ori’vor’e!” (An excited thank you expression.) The young girl chimed.  “Now I have braids too.  Just like Aurora and the ashi’vods.” (other kids)

Cody hummed and nodded along with her excitement.  He honestly thought that he could have done better, but if his niece was happy.  That was all that mattered. 

“Now, these won’t last all day, okay.  I don’t think your hair is long enough to leave the braids in like the others.  If they start to get loose, come and find me to fix it.  Utre’la?” (Means alright or clear.)

“Ultre’la.” Tally nodded.

Cody doubted that the braids would last for very long.  Not with how the kids played, it would be a miracle if they stayed for the rest of the day.  Plus, Tally’s hair really wasn’t long enough for tight braids. Aurora, Neo, and Ulh’ta all had hair similar to him and his vods, and it could hold tight braids.  While most of Tally’s hair had been chopped off during her surgery. It was starting to grow back, but at a snail’s pace.  He had tried to explain that to her when she asked him about putting braids in her hair....... but her pleading eyes broke down any resistance he had. So, this old clone soldier dug out his styling tools and attempted to make his ad'ika happy. (niece, nephew, child, etc.) Maybe Rex was right, and he had grown soft.

“May I go play in the yard now? Geedet’te Ba’vod Kote.” Tally chimed. (Please, uncle Cody.)

“You may.” He sighed.  “But be careful and no climbing things.”

“Okay.” She chirped while trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Especially trees.”

“I won’t.”

“And no hitting the other kids.”

“Shi meh val nynir ni sol'yc” (Only if they hit me first.)

“Tal’ika.”

“I promise I won’t.” Tally giggled before running off.  Metal feet clanged against the floors as she ran.  Pausing momentarily at the doorframe before turning back to face him, “kar’taylir darasuum, Ba’vod Kote.” (Love you, Uncle Cody.) And with that, she was off.

Cody signed and went to pick up his tools.  “Kar'taylir darasuum gar too ad'ika.” (Love you too, little one.)

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And there you have it. A nice short and sweet like fic.

Apologies for no doodles or drawings. I attempted so many different ideas, but drawing.exe in my brain just wasn't working. So I went with a short story instead.

Anyway, see y'all next time.

#cody day 2224 #commander cody #my ocs #clone kiddos au #crack au #Tally is sweetheart right up until the moment she slugs ya #“Talk shit get hit” is her motto #star wars the clone wars #star wars #clone trooper #clone of the day #coday #cody day #and for anyone who is curious tally is the daughter of a clone who was taken in by cody #i also tried to put the English translation of the mando'a words close to the phrase #also also tally has metal leggies #do with that what you will

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Here's a little present for @my-brain-dump for the prompt game!! Sewis with a crossover of Criminal AU and accidental marriage! Thanks for the ask, I promise I'll tru to write the other asks soon ;)

Enjoy~

The plan was simple. Get in, get the goods, get out. Lewis should've known things never went smoothly - but then again, maybe it was on him for trying to rob a priest. A very much not innocent priest, but still.

Sebastian wasn't one to do a sloppy job, but they might have underestimated Padre Fernando. It was really their luck, to enter the church and find themselves in the middle of a meeting of the local mafia instead of finding it empty like planned.

Lewis panicked a little, but Sebastian made his the discreet code gesture of"follow me" and started to talk.

"Padre!" Sebastian cried out dramatically, and took Lewis' hand. "Please, marry us!"

How Lewis managed to keep his pokerface was a miracle.

The priest made a movement and his men sat back down, a frown on their face but no guns out yet.

"You... Want to get married?" the old man said slowly, suspicious.

"I am leaving the country tomorrow," Lewis blurted out, taking over. "I have this job offer and I don't know when I'll come back... We want to get married before this, in front of God. Please, Padre..."

There were some hushed talk between him and his goons, and Lewis was tempted to run away right now. Sebastian's hand was moist, but maybe it was Lewis' own hand.

"Alright, but I'm afraid we will have to do this quickly."

Fuck. Lewis thought he'd refused, and they'd be able to go on their merry way.

"Oh, thank you so much, Padre!" Sebastian exclaimed, with a unnerving enthusiasm, and Lewis forced a smile on his face.

"Thank you," he breathed out, and if he sounded emotional, it was probably because he was just a little upset with this turn of events.

Lewis might be a thief, and a criminal, but he was a fervent catholic. Marrying was no joke, especially marrying in front of an altar, blessed by a priest.

It was done in a ten minutes. Padre Fernando had made a short speech, read a passage of the bible, the usual "until death do you part". Lewis had said the I do, then Sebastian, and it had felt so... Ungodly.

"You may now kiss," the Padre said, with a peaceful and innocent smile on his face that made him look like a nice grandpa and not the mafia boss he was.

The kiss felt... Rather less ungodly - which was a little surprising considering the amount of tongue it involved. Sebastian was a very good kisser, and Lewis would lie if he said he hadn't thought about kissing him a few times before. Just not in this context exactly.

The priest barely had the time to say the last prayer to conclude the wedding when suddenly, the door opened, and a whole squat of policemen entered, heavily armed.

"Hands in the hair, Alonso!" one of them cried, then took in the situation, Lewis and Sebastian in front of the altar. "Civilians? Come here, quickly!"

The priest started to draw his gun and Lewis pushed Sebastian on the ground. It left the line clear for the policemen to disharm him - by shooting a bullet through his arm.

The rest was a bit of a blur. They were interrogated - as witness, of course, and innocent bystander. The police bought their story, and they received several congratulations on the wedding.

They made it out of the station unscathed, and unattested, which was quite a feat.

"It's only a matter of time before they realise we're not innocent. They might check," Lewis said worriedly.

"I guess now's a good time to leave the country, huh?" Sebastian smiled. "Tell me, what are your thoughts on the Caribbeans? I hear it's lovely at this time of year, and well... We do have a wedding to celebrate."

Lewis groaned in despair. "This is serious, Sebastian. We got married for real!"

"It's fine, we didn't sign any-"

"We married in front of God!" Lewis screamed out, pointing at the sky. "You hardly get a more important witness! Who cares about pieces of paper!"

Sebastian hesitated for a second. "Well... Might as well do it seriously, then, no?" he offered with a smile.

Lewis searched in his eyes, hesitant.

"Okay..."

"Cool!" Sebastian grinned. "I'll get us fake IDs with matching family name!"

"This is not a cover story, Seb, this is serious!"

"I know it's not a cover story," he huffed. "That's why we're going on a honeymoon, and that's why we're wearing the same last name from now on. We should also get rings, I know exactly a nice jewelry store where we can steal them from."

Lewis was just a little bit charmed.

#sewis #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #feat nando as a priest 😌 #my writing #prompt game #f1 rpf #criminal au #accidental marriage

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Ya know, as a beginner artist I can’t bring the scene I have in mind justice by drawing it.....BUT YA KNOW WHAT I CAN DO!? I SURE AS HELL CAN FUCKIN WRITE SO *BREAKS KNUCKLES* LETS DO THIS SHIT

,,,,,

Gegg jumped up and down excitedly on two little legs, waving his sign of "STORY" all around him. "Yes, yes, come on Gegg." Wilbur sighed, turning away from the small egg and towards the looming stone walls near the man's house. "I'll tell you a story. Just...follow me." Gegg hopped over to follow the tall man, wobbly in his excitement but hurrying towards the path that Wilbur made. "Now, Gegg, I want you to get in this hole here. It's..It's the story hole!" Wilbur said, picking at the wall till it made a small hole just big enough for someone to fit inside.

Briefly, the dark crevasse in the wall flashed to a brighter lit but all the more foreboding small room, surrounded by the same stone but with just a singular slime block in the middle. The only thing that Gegg had to look at other than the torches for when he had waited for someone to find him...

But then the flash stuttered and cut off back to the dark space of the hole that Wilbur had dug. Shaking himself out of any dark thoughts, (those were in the past anyways, Gegg had found people that liked him!) Gegg hopped into the hole.

Wilbur stood at the edge of the hole's opening, illuminated by bright sunlight, tall frame casting a dark shadow over Gegg.

"Now, Gegg, a story. Once upon a time," Wilbur began, narrowing his eyes at the small greenish egg in front of him with a forced smile.

"In a very enchanted and dangerous forest, there was a little egg, and he was very fragile and very slimy- and- and goopy and he smelled repulsive. Absolutely abhorrent, just the worst smelling thing you've ever smelt."

Gegg was not liking this story very much anymore. He was always slower than most eggs, but it was easy to tell by the disgusted glare in Wilbur's eyes and the way his hand tightened on the pickaxe he held in his hand that these insults were directed right at him.

"Clean egg!" Gegg flashed his signs, staring hopefully up at Wilbur. Sure, Gegg was happy to be Gegg with all his funny green slime, but if Wilbur would like Gegg without it then Gegg could change! But Wilbur just sighed derisively, pinching his nose.

"No, Gegg, you'll never be clean. Listen to the story. It was the smelliest, ugliest, goopiest egg in the world. And he wandered off into the woods and you'll never guess what happened to him!" Wilbur leaned towards Gegg, not stepping forward into the small cave but enough so that his eyes glinted dangerously.

"He got eaten! Alive!"

Gegg gasped and cowered into the corner of the cave. His attention had been enraptured by Wilbur's story about this small green egg just like Gegg and when Wilbur had leaned forward, Gegg cursed his vivid imagination as he could see his own weak shell being griped by some monster and eaten alive. It would be so easy, so easy! No one looked after Gegg, no one would even notice! "No, no! Scary!" Gegg whimpered, tears forming in his wide eyes.

"Yes, Yes. But alternatively to the story, before he wandered off, he got put here..." Wilbur began, stepping slightly back once more to then place a block in front of him, stacking another on top to fully seal away the outside world and any kind of light. "In a nice safe box. Just like that! Where he can't irritate anyone." There was a pause as if Wilbur struggled to find another reason. "And he couldn't get killed! So, he lived in this box forever. And he didn't make any noise. He was quiet. He wasn't irritating. Now, have a good sleep, Gegg." Wilbur ended with a pleased tone and to Gegg's horror, the sound of footsteps fading away.

Gegg was now trapped in the shadows of the cave, barely above to move to the side from how close the walls were. Was this how he died? Just how he lived? In this dark, cold hole where no one would find him? Before he was able to be found because he at least had a few signs pointing to his spot but now...now he was just trapped in the wall that surrounded the server. Just two blocks deep, unable to make any noise but distressed whines and quiet gasps as tears began to well and fall from his eyes.

"Forever." Wilbur had said.

Was Gegg...Was Gegg really so bad?

To deserve to be locked away forever? Never to see light again? Never to hear someone's voice? Never to feel the brief snippet of joy he had just barely grasped? Was all Gegg worth is to rot?

The smallest egg collapsed to the cold stone floor and sobbed, too weak to claw an escape and too alone to be saved.

#dont worry he actually had a ton of bombs with him #why am I writing angst about an egg #how do you write angst with the name Gegg #actually not hard cause this was a literal scene #KINDA FUCKED UP WILBUR #KINDA FUCKED #Gegg my beloved #Gegg supremacy #Gegg #qsmp #Wilbur soot #Writing #holyshit i just mispelled writing on the first try #Would die for Gegg #Qsmp writing #no clue how to properly tag #so this is what you get #if anyone even sees it

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It’s Always Been You pt13

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter thirteen

-Covering The Famous Host Club!-

 It was barely morning, and he was  blissfully sleeping, a rare sight to see.

  A ring tone echos throughout the dark room, abruptly waking Y/n up. 

 He whips his head towards his phone. 

 He didn’t need to check who was calling. He already knew, the oh so familiar ringtone, the sound of it made him want to throw up.

He looked bright at the screen, dread filling every inch of him

 ‘Don’t answer’

 ‘Don’t answer’

 ‘Don’t answer’

 He took a weak breath before picking up the call, against his own judgment. 

 “Hi mom.” His voice was shaky.

 “No- uh, you didn’t wake me don’t worry about it...”

  He could barely hear his mom over his own heartbeat.

“Mom, you know I can’t work weekdays-… Yes I know that’s why I’m here, but, you can’t just-…”

 “Right… I’m sorry. Wait-No you don’t have too-” The phone shut off as the call abruptly ended.

 Of course he set his mom off, now he’s going to work damaged control so his mom doesn’t go off the deep end.

 An alarm went off. Pulling him out of his thoughts,

‘School’.

Fine he’ll deal with it later then, just have to get through today. 

——-

“Welcome back, ladies!”

 The place was peaceful, nothing sort of picture perfect. Sunshine painted the soft grass, Hydrangeas beautifully planted within.

 But then, two twin serpents came in,

  “What’s with the long face, Y/n?” Hikaru grinned, leaning against him.

  Y/n had been staring off into space.

 “I think he’s jealous Kyoyas not giving him any attention.” Kaoru teased.

 “I’m not jealous, guys. It’s just been a long morning.” 

 “Oh please you basically follow him around like lost puppy. It’s painful obvious.”

 Y/n shoots them a glare, having less patience for them.

they back off.

 “Fine then.”

  Since this morning he hasn’t heard back from his mom. He’s tried calling, but to no avail.

 She tended to be very eccentric, it was all or nothing for her. 

 If she got ticked off it would end up being his job to pull his mom back together. He’d gladly walked on eggshells for her if it meant a day where she isn’t utterly miserable. 

 But when she gets like this it’s harder to calm her down, and Y/n was just unraveling at the seems.

 And as if Y/n personally offended faith herself, a new string was tugged.

 “Haruhi! Duck!” Tamaki rushed over Haruhi as a ball speeds towards her.

 Tamaki tackles Haruhi, as the ball passes. Soon after glass shatters, turns out the ball hit and broken a window.

 How fun.

Tamaki decided it’s best to apologize to whoever’s window was broken. 

 The most sane idea he’s had.

 The club found itself in the newspaper club, as small club with only three members.

 “Really, we’re terribly sorry about that.” Tamaki bows.

 The Newspaper club’s president got hit directly on his head by the ball. He’s now holding an ice pack to the wound. 

 The other two members were on both sides of him.

 “Don’t worry, it’s no big deal. Could’ve happened to anyone, right? Just a ball flying through a window and hitting me upside the head.” The president reassured.

  “Please, accept our apology.” Tamaki bowed again.

 “Well this works out perfectly. I was thinking about approaching the host club about a cover story. I don’t suppose you’d be interested?”

 “I didn’t know we had a Newspaper club.” Haruhi spoke.

 “It’s more gossip brag than a newspaper club.” Hikaru mentioned, holding a paper to Haruhi.

 “Yeah, like a trashy tabloid. It’s filled with stories about scandalous love affairs, family power struggles, and junk like that.”

“It’s just lame gossip brag that specializes in stirring up a scandal.”

 “And everyone knows it’s all lies, so nobody reads it anymore.”

 “You know… I guess we have kind of lost sight of the truth, because we’ve been worried about drawing in more readers.” 

The president explained, slightly got off guard for the brutal honesty.

 “It’s a shame we’re just realizing our error. Now that we know what’s at risk.” 

 This catches Tamaki’s attention.

“We finally realized that we should have been reporting to the students of Ouran.” The president stands up and bow, the two follow after.

 “Help us, please. For our last paper of the semester, we’d like to do an up close special edition, revealing the charms of Ouran’s Host Club members. I’m begging you, without your help our club will close.”

 Tamaki moves the hair out of his face.

 “Huh, you can count on us! On behalf of The Host Club I-“

 Kyoya pushed Tamaki off to the side.

  “We’ll have to decline.” He offered an apologetic smile.

  “But kyoya, he got hurt because of me! What’s the big deal, huh? So they want to do a story on us, why can’t we help them out!” Tamaki argued. 

 “I’m the boss, me! Got that?”

 “Sorry we have a policy prohibiting us from sharing any personal information with anyone other than our guests. But we’d be more than happy to pay any medical expenses related to your injury.” 

“And another thing, what makes you think we’d want to help you spread more rumours and gossip. We’ve got a reputation to uphold and you’d just ruin it.” Kaoru adds.

 “Besides, you guys cause a lot of trouble for other people. And why’d we wanna get mixed up in that?”

 The president sits down in defeat.

 “I understand. Well, I guess you can’t really erase the sins of the past, can you? People won’t even give you an opportunity to redeem yourself.” He began to sob clutching his head.

 “My head is killing me!”

 “President!” The two members yelled.

 “I’m okay… don’t worry you two. Oh no I’m getting dizzy again!” The president dramatically face plants onto the desk.

  “President!”

 “No wait I’m fine…”

“I guess all we can do at this point is disband with grace..”

 “No, you don’t have too!” Tamaki yelled.

 “Huh?” The three look at the blonde.

 “You can always make a fresh start. We’ll help, we will rally the power of our Host Club, we can re-establish the Newspaper club together!”

 “Well count us out.” The twins dryly spoke.

 “You’re way too trusting boss. We can’t just go along with everything you do forever.” They began dragging Haruhi out the room with them.

  “Yeah I’m not in the mood to get interrogated.” Y/n leaves.

  “We’re leaving too Tamaki. We’re holding an evaluation meeting… mostly about you. Kyoya, Mori, and Honey leave.

 The hosts were back in their club room 

 And Tamaki was in a corner, sadly playing with a red ball.

 “Well he’s obviously upset with us.”  

 “-Yeah, he hasn’t even changed clothes.”

 “I hate it when he ignores us when we’re infront of him. He’s such a child.” Kyoya complained.

  “Nah, Tama-chan is just a lonely guy, you know?” Honey takes a bite of cake.

 “Doesn’t give him the right to throw a tantrum when he doesn’t get his way.” Y/n muttered.

 “A club is like a family. Their family is about to be broken up. I feel sorry for them.” Tamaki pouts.

 “I hate to give in, but would it  really be that bad to help them out with their newspaper.” Haruhi looks at Kyoya.

  “What?”

 “Hey, since when are you taking his side?”

 “Since never, just listen okay?” Haruhi blankly spoke.

 “I know any moment now, he’s gonna look over here with those puppy dog eyes he uses when he wants something, and none of us will be able to say no, so he’ll win.”

 “Let me guess you’re speaking from experience, aren’t you?” The twins deadpanned.

 “Besides, maybe I’m wrong, but isn’t this the kind of thing you guys usually go for?” Haruhi notes.

  “Well, no. This seems more trouble than it’s worth.”

 “What about you Honey-senpai?” 

 “Count me out, I have this cake to eat, and Takashi sticks with me, right?”

 “Hm.”

 Tamaki rolls a ball around before looking back at the club.

 “Those eyes…” Haruhi muttered.

 Haruhi gives in, and goes by Tamaki.

  Tamaki repeats the action, and the twins cave.

 He does it again.

“There will be conditions.” Kyoya pushed up his glasses.

 “Tamaki got to you?” Y/n groaned.

 “The outlet of their article will be submitted by us. Interviews are strictly prohibited, and it is vital that our client’s identities be kept confidential.”

 “Do we agree?”

Tamaki nods excitedly.

 “Well, if you think it’s cool Kyoya-senpai,”

 “Then we are too.” 

 “I’ll do it, since Kyo-Chan says it’s okay!”

 “Hm.”

 “Are we really doing this?” Y/n spoke.

 “Everyone else seems to be agreeable.” Kyoya looks up from his book.

  “…Fine.” Y/n sighed.

 “Then I’ll let The Newspaper club know about this.” He snaps his black notebook shut.

  “Y/n. Can you come with me?”

 Kyoya walks out of the room, with Y/n following after.

  “What do you need me for?” Y/n raised a brow.

  “Do you still have any left over surveillance equipment?”

   “What do you need it for?” Y/n digged through his pockets, pulled out two small black devices.

  “Just a precaution with our new alliance with the Newspaper club.”

  “Video or audio?” Y/n held out the devices.

  “Audio would be appreciated.” Kyoya grabbed the device.

  “Why bother going through with Tamaki’s idea, if you dont trust them in the first place.” Y/n puts the other device back into his pocket.

  “Like I said, it’s just a precaution.” Kyoya he placed the small device hidden in the first-aid kit.

  “I should bring this to the Newspaper club now.” 

 “Have fun, I’m going back to the Host club. They’ve been by themselves way too long.” Y/n walks the other way.

——————

  The Day passes and now the host club is back outside, along with the Newspaper club.

 Tamaki is facing a tree, while the rest of the club is a few feet away.

 “The Daruma doll-“

  The club begins moving slowly.

 “-Fell over!” Tamaki whips his head around. 

 No one moved. Tamaki faces the tree again.

 “The Daruma doll…” 

   The twins continue moving forward while Kyoya stays in his place, with Y/n just sitting on the grass pulling on it.

 “Fell over!” Tamaki turns around. Still no luck. He turned back around.

  “The Daruma doll fell over!” Tamaki spoke quicker. 

  Still no one was caught moving.

 “TheDarumadollfellover!” Tamaki spoke impossibly quicker and turns around.

  “I saw you move Hikaru and Kaoru!” Tamaki points at the clearly unmoving twins.

  “I saw you! I saw you! You moved, I saw you!” Tamaki points to the rest of the club.

 “What? We didn’t move boss?!” The twins interjected.

 The newspaper club was least to say unimpressed, 

 the last thing they thought was the one and only host club playing a dumb game.

  “President, what on earth are we witnessing?” Sayko muttered.

  “Could it be some kind of new religion?”

  “Why are you asking me? How’d the hell am I supposed to know?”

 Tamaki quickly goes over to the three with a cheery expression.

  “You know, I can’t blame you for being shocked.

 I was unfamiliar with it myself! It’s a commoners game!” His eyes shined.

 “They have a wide variety, and none of them require spending any money. All you need is friends to play with.” 

 “Hmh and what does this have to do with our coverage of the host club?” The president spoke irritated.

 “You need to learn friendliness!” Tamaki dramatically points at the newspaper club.

  “If you want to clear that negative reputation of the newspaper club and attempt to capture the hearts of your readers, you must try to be down to earth.”

  “I could imagine the headlines now!” Tamaki began to drift off.

 As Tamaki dreamily explained, Y/n had other plans.

 Like avoiding the newspaper club.

 “Why do you have so many rocks?” Haruhi walked over to y/n, still sitting in his spot in the grass.

  “Because Rocks are cool.” Y/n spoke not looking up at Haruhi.

  “Look at this one.” Y/n holds up a light rock with dark speckles all around it.

 “Hey why do you even collect stuff like this anyways?” Haruhi holds the rock in her hands.

 “Probably because I share the same mentality of a crow.” Y/n started rearranging the collection of rocks.

  “…That makes sense.” Haruhi places the rock back with the rest.

 Y/n looked up and saw Tamaki staring at Haruhi.

  “Hey, uh your stalker is looking at you.” He gestured towards Tamaki.

 “Hm?” Haruhi turned around, and gave a confused wave.

  “At least try to look happy.” Y/n teased.

  “It’s easier said than done.” Haruhi sighed turning back to Y/n.

  “Have a rock for your troubles then.” 

  “What?” Haruhi deadpanned.

 “You heard me, take any rock you want.” He points to collection.

  “Are you sure?” Haruhi looks at a small greyish pink rock. And they pick it up.

   “Ooh good choice!” He smiled.

  “Thank you for the-“ Haruhi gets pulled to the side by the newspaper club.

  “Can we ask you a few questions?”

 “Why can’t this be over yet…” Haruhi spoke under their breath.

 “No he’s clearly busy.” Y/n stood up.

  “It’s fine I don’t mind, really..” Haruhi unconvincingly spoke.

 “Haruhi you don’t have to.” Y/n pushed them out of the way from the newspaper club.

 “Y/n l/n was it?” The president interrupted.

  “If you’re so against having him interviewed, why don’t we just interview you instead.” 

 “…sure but there’s nothing of value from talking to me.” Y/n crossed his arms.

  “I’m sure there’s something interesting we can dig up.” The president ominously smiled.

 “So why did you join the host club? You’re clearly not the most charismatic student.” The presidents sidekicks were holding a notepad.

  “I was personally invited, next question.” Y/n quickly spoke. Bugging the president.

 “Well then, what about the club members, what do you think about them?” 

 “They’re good friends, are we done yet?” He smiled, pushing the president buttons.

   “No, we have one last question. And you might find this one interesting.” His tone of voice shifted.

 “Okay asked away then.” 

 “We did some of our own personal research on each of the club members. And we found something, odd.”

  Y/n’s body stiffened, and sense of dread filled every inch of him.

 “You don’t to seem to live with your parents, at least that’s what it said on your school records. Why is that?”

 “I don’t see how that’s important.”

 “Well we decided to look further into it and we decided to ask someone who’d know.” The president smirked.

  “Wait.. you didn’t.” Y/n mumbled.

 “Your mother was such a kind lady, she was so excited to talk about you for our paper.”

  “Why don’t you talk to your mother, she’s very worried about you.”

 “I do. I did so this morning.” Y/n clenched his jaw.

 “Well she told me you rarely told her anything about your personal life!”

  “What kind of person would ignore their own flesh and blood. She didn’t even know you were in a host club! We had to tell her ourselves.”

 He felt sick, he didn’t want his to happen. His head felt like it was spinning.

  “Such a shame, turns out the host club does have its disappointments.” 

 His phone buzzed in his pocket, sending shivers up his spine.

 “You should answer that.” The president walked away pleased at his work.

  He shakily pulled his phone out of his pocket, and stared at the caller id. His thumb over the green button-

 “Y/n?”

 He jumped nearly dropping his phone. Then he quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket, declining the call.

 “You scared me! Warning next time.” He spoke.

 “Sorry, but Tamaki wants everyone to play ‘kick the can’” kyoya explained.

  “Come on y/n!” The twins yelled.

 “Yeah, I’m coming.” He sighed. Still not fully recovered.

 Tamaki began the game, he placed a can in the middle of the ground.

“You’re it kyoya!” Tamaki points to Kyoya.

  “If I must..” he looked down at the lonely can.

 “Starlight kick!” Tamaki punted the can, and it went flying through the air nearly hitting the newspaper club.

 The rest of the club starts running off. Tamaki dragging off Haruhi by the hand to the garden maze, and the others following after.

  Leaving y/n barely catching up with them, ending up leaving him behind.

 “How do they..huff… run so fast…” he gasped for air. Now stuck in the maze by himself.

  “Where’d they even go?” He began walking in a random direction. After walking aimlessly he sat down by one of the dead ends.

  He phone has now been buzzing nonstop. He couldn’t even look at his phone, choosing to ignore it all together.

 A different ringtone caught his attention however.

  He looked at it ‘Glasses’ he huffed out a smile and answered.

 “What did the club do this time?” Y/n asked, with a small laugh.

  “Wow who would’ve guessed they had alternative motives.” Y/n sarcastically replied.

 He began to walk around the maze again.

 “I-.. don’t worry about it. I can deal with it, just where are you now? I think I’m lost.” 

  He took a turn and saw the rest of the club around a table with Haruhi and Tamaki under it.

  He hunged up the call.

The phone started ringing again, from her, he put his phone back into his pocket. Ignoring it.

 “I was beginning to think I wouldn’t find an end to the maze.” 

 “Wait, where’s the newspaper club?” Tamaki looked around like a dog.

  “They had to cancel. Something came up. They said they’re gonna focused on writing respective articles” The twins spoke.

 “So Maybe they’ll get by without having to shutdown.” 

 “Oh really! That’s good news!” Tamaki cheered.

  “Let’s hurry back to the club room and eat some cake!” Honey joined in, on Mori’s shoulders.

 “That does sound like a good idea! Cake! Cake!” Tamaki chanted.

 “You guys are too loud.” Y/n complained staying back with Kyoya and Haruhi.

 “Kyoya-senpai? I was wondering…” Haruhi looked off at Tamaki.

  “Is the Suoh family really that big of a deal around here?” Haruhi looks up at Kyoya.

 “Well the foundation of their business is corporate finance, but they do have some extensive real estate as well. You’ve heard of the Roi Grand Hotel and Outo Theatre. They also have their hand in other things.” Kyoya explained.

 “But most importantly school management.” Y/n adds in.

  “I didn’t know that which school?” Haruhi questioned.

 “Ouran academy, obviously.” He smiled.

  Haruhi freezes as everyone walks ahead.

 “You’ve been here long enough you should at least know the chairman of the schools board name.” kyoya states.

  “I mean he did pay for your scholarship for you to attend at this school, you should be thankful.”

 Haruhi stood there, reevaluating everything.

  “Haruhi!”

  “Hurry it up or we’re going to leave you. I would hate for you to be lost again.” Tamaki smiled.

  Haruhi groaned and followed after.

#x reader #lgbtq #lgbtqiia+ #gay #kyoya ootori x reader #kyoya x reader #kyoya is gay #ouran fanfic #kyoya ootori #ouran kyoya #ftm reader #kyoya ootori x male reader #male reader #ouran host club #ouran high school host club #ouran hshc #ouranhighhostclub #ohshc #haruhi fujioka

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jamil Viper Gala Couture Personal Story: Part 2

"So crisp...!"

(Part 1) Part 2

[Courtyard]

Idia: Panther! Bomber! Thunder! Fighter! Riser! Hyper!

Idia: DAH DAH!!

Jamil: That's a strange dance.

Jamil: But his dance movements are so crisp…! Just watching it makes me want to start moving, too!

Jamil: Hm? Is that a tablet lying at Idia-senpai's feet?

Jamil: I guess he's dancing while watching a video.

Idia: Whew～ As always, Premo's performances are the best.

Jamil: "Premo"? I'll look it up on my phone.

Jamil: Uh, is this it? The full name is… "Precipice Moirai"?

Jamil: "An idol unit of three girls bound by the thread of fate."

Jamil: "Their performances entertain not only their fans, but all who watch them."

Jamil: "In addition, the ages of each member is kept private. Although their wrinkles are very noticeable, their fans pretend to not see them…"

Jamil: Don't really care much for idols, but that dance seems interesting. It may be worth looking into.

Jamil: …Alright.

Jamil: Idia-senpai!

Idia: Uwaaaaaaaaahhh!? Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-You're Jamil-shi from Scarabia!?

Idia: Ah, uh… Th-This is, uh, what should I say… Yeah, I-I'm practicing the dance from P.E.!

Jamil: It looks like a very different choreography from what we were taught in class.

Idia: Guh, urrghhhh…! I thought there wouldn't be anyone here at this time, but I severely miscalculated…!

Idia: A-A different type of person like this couldn't possibly understand my sublime hobby…

Idia: And this is how it begins, he'll spread it all over the school what he just saw, and I'll go through my school days here with everyone pointing their fingers at my back…

Idia: …Haaaah, it's all over… Goodbye, my rose-colored academy life… Oh, right, that wasn't a thing to begin with, anyway.

Jamil: (I knew he was odd, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent…)

Jamil: That's a Premo performance you're watching on that tablet, right?

Idia: Y-You know them!?

Jamil: (He took the bait. This is all for the sake of my dancing abilities. I'll chat him up and try to get some info out of him.)

Jamil: Actually, I've taken a bit of an interest in Premo, and…

Idia: H-Huh… Someone like you liking them is pretty rare.

Idia: …D-Do you, uh… Do you also mix?

Jamil: "Mix"?

Idia: Y-You don't know? Ah, of course you don't…

Idia: No question. Yep, you're one of those bandwagon fans. You gotta be joking if you think you can pretend you know everything without going to a single performance.

Idia: Mixing it up for Premo at a live concert is the best thing we as fans can do to form this sense of unity for them.

Idia: Siiiiiigh～ This is why I can't stand fake fans. They don't ever realize that they're the reason why people stop creating content.

Jamil: (Why is he suddenly looking down on me? Well, whatever…)

Jamil: (It seems those movements earlier were part of a dance call to cheer on the idols called "mixing.")

Jamil: (Honestly, I don't understand why that's a thing.)

Jamil: (But it's definitely true that Idia-senpai's burning passion and wholehearted mixing call did reach me.)

Jamil: (So maybe with this…)

Jamil: Idia-senpai.

Idia: What?

Jamil: Please teach me more about this "mixing."

Idia: …Hah? What new arc is about to unfold here!?

[Botanical Garden – Runway]

Jamil: It's finally time, Kalim. Leave it to me to draw in the audience.

Kalim: Yeah! I'm relying on you!

Kalim: Make sure you do that awesomely sharp and crisp dance moves you showed during practice!

Jamil: Right, it's not even worth reminding me.

Leona: I don't really know what happened, but…

Leona: Ever since you came back to practice last night, you've been pretty motivated, huh.

Jamil: That's right. It's all thanks to Premo.

Leona: Huh? What's that?

Jamil: Our turn is coming up. Let's go!

Kalim: Yeah!

Jamil: (After mixing with Idia-senpai against and again, I finally grasped it.)

Jamil: (A show is not just about dancing perfectly. What's important is the one special ingredient to pull people in…)

Jamil: (And that's passion!!!)

Jamil: (Okay, everyone… Get hyped! Let's all become one to the sway of my dance!)

[Classroom]

Vil: I can completely see it in how sharp his moves are. Jamil was able to grasp what he needed.

Vil: That's right. The most important thing in a show is releasing the passion that sleeps within you.

Vil: That is what drives the audience wild and creates a sense of unity among them.

Vil: Jamil. Your passion has reached everyone in the venue.

Vil: …However, I am curious what he could have experienced in one night in order to grow so much…

Vil: Aren't you, Idia?

Idia: Wh-Who knows?

Idia: …Good going, Jamil-shi. You're shining so brightly, sweating it up together with everyone…!

(Part 1) Part 2

#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #leona kingscholar #kalim al-asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #twst jamil #twst leona #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst translation #twst fairy gala

[separatedleoau]

I know that Draxum is an asshole here, BUT please tell me a couple of cute moments between him and Leo?

The thing about Draxum in this AU is that he IS an asshole, he is very strict and when it comes to raising One he had spent 13 years dancing over the line of abusive parent

He will deny being One's parent (One would deny being his child too), so he might not be his dad legally or emotionally but he is his dad like... spiritually, I guess.

You don't get to raise a child, being his caretaker and his boss without accidentally filling the spot of "father figure"

I want to do a little doodle sheet of just Draxum raising One, but I haven't got the time so here are some of the scenarios I want to draw plus other things I have thought about but are not gonna be able to fit in the story in an organic way:

One learned to call Draxum "boss" bc he heard Huggin and Munnin calling him boss

At first he could just say "bo"

One has been a very talkative child since the beginning, and a very curious one, he would keep pointing at things and making noises until Draxum told him what that thing was.

He had a very long "why" phase that drove Draxum mad

Since he could walk he turned into a menace, it was easy to confine him into one place when he couldn't, but then he would just walk around and start climbing whatever he saw. Draxum lost him many times around the lab

Sometimes Draxum would be working or just chilling and he would hear a thud on the distance and sigh deeply, knowing One was climbing something and fell

One always had at least one bandaid on him because of this

He was going to tell him his human DNA came from Lou Jitsu but decided to first show him an old recording of Lou fighting on the Nexus arena so One could know what Draxum expected from him

One quickly became obssesed with Lou and Draxum decided against telling him the whole truth, thinking he would just become more annoyingly obsessed with the human if he did

Some days latter Draxum found One was still watching the video on loop, turns out the kid was memorizing the moves, he shows Draxum and fails to nail a very simple kick, Draxum doesn't give him any pointers of how to fix his form, just curious to see how far he can go without help

A week latter One surprises Draxum with the fact that he alreay learnt how to do it on his own. He is very impressed with the boy and agrees to his pleas of leting him learn martial arts

Draxum signs him in to a dojo on the hidden city. He doesn't last too long and gets kicked out for "being too agressive"

Draxum doesn't show it but thinks that's hilarious

After being kicked out of other two dojos he decides to train him himself while he grows a little older and he can sign him into a dojo for grown ups.

As a kid One insisted in being though how to manipulate vines like Draxum, he doesn't think the kid can learn to do it but teaches him just so One stops insisting.

It takes him a long while but he learns to do it. Draxum seems genuinly happy while teaching him.

He also enjoys his weekly sparing matches with One.

Draxum gave him his scarf as a gift

One's old uniform was almost completely black, just with some golden details to match him, One kept insisting he should be wearing blue since it is his favorite color. when he outgrown it and Draxum send to make a new one he gave in and let him had his blue accents.

#If you ignore the shit he pulled with the vines Draxum is actually an ok dad #tho not a dad #separated leo au #SLAU one #SLAU draxum #SLAU childhood

[owlafterhours]

[ac6] g5/621: i guess you could call him 'the boy next door'

Side B to the first Vegas AU mess. Very unedited, sorry ahead of time

So the first, was more pick n’ choose with who Raven’s with bc there’re so many people that both Freud and Rusty could be unimpressed by, and that dump wasn’t about Raven. So this is a very self-indulgent side B. It’s G5/621 so like, whatever dysfunctional relationship tags, slaps them on (though, as before, a softer, fluffier variant.). They’re just both idiots. 

C1, which gets a throwaway mention, is ‘Core Theorem 1’. The vibes are loosely based off F1 (surprise surprise) and my solution to ‘I Want The Mechs But Generally Non-Lethal’. This isn’t to say there aren’t military uses, But since vegas AU Grew Legs And Started Running, I might go into it in a worldbuilding dump post later or smth idk

CW: Lots of Alcohol, getting married for Questionable Reasons

In Which: Raven’s here for a good time, Iguazu was having a bad time, and everyone else is having A Time.

Sometimes, you get asked to go to an expo at the last minute ‘cause the garage you’re consulting for can’t make it and they need three people there. Please! Expenses paid! It’s in the same city that Rusty said he had some work thing at, so you can even call for emergency help if you need it.

Sometimes, you’ll end up in a crappy motel with them - they’re strapped for cash, like most independent garages, and this isn’t too far from the venue. You think you should be able to make it over without needing a taxi or exerting your leg too much.

And sometimes, sometimes, you open your door to find that a former rival-turned-who-the-hell-knows-what was staying in the same crappy motel. 

You think you see Michigan and Volta’s utes behind him.

“The fuck are you doing here, freelancer?”

Raven shuts the door in Iguazu’s face.

–

That’s the last that Iguazu sees of Raven for the next two days. 

Long story short, the Redguns are on like, vacation. No. Michigan calls it a vacation but it’s really team bonding. He’s managed to bribe them all there with the promise of picking up the tab for everything. Iguazu and Volta make a pact to drink a hole in Michigan’s wallet. 

Which is good and all, until Iguazu keeps. Getting like. Needled. Yes, Michigan’s making comments on everyone, but it’s personal alright?? First, it’s just the regular ol’ getting signed up for more things because Iguazu keeps trying to get out of them. But then Michigan starts making more targeted quips. How Iguazu really needed to move his arms n legs before his mouth. How he keeps losing these little challenges. How he should save yapping for those who’ve actually got a gift for it, like Gun Three. How it’s not even Iguazu that lets him know that Gun Thirteen’s apparently been living in the same motel as they were.

“You said he’s been here the last two days Volta?” Michigan had said. “That sneaky maggot hasn’t shown his face to me even once.” 

And then he called…someone and rattled off Raven’s description, barked into his phone a bit more before hanging up and grinning. 

“Alright - Gun Five, I got a job for you!”

–

Raven’s with a bunch of nerds in a tucked away bar, paper spread over several tables and bartenders observing them with some concerned curiosity. They’re drawing out the schematics for something. Some things. There’re a lot of propellers, and Iguazu thinks he recognizes a generator or two there. He’s not sure. 

Either way, Iguazu can see that Raven’s not integral to whatever nerd ritual it was that they were doing, so loomed behind Raven before setting his hands on his shoulders.

Raven leans back and tilts his head to look up. There’s a glimmer of recognition - before the lights turn off and Raven tries to go back to whatever it was he was working on. 

“You-” Iguazu pulled him back again. 

It’s a song and dance they’re familiar with.

They go through it every time they see each other.

(Which…is more often than Raven would like to admit. They’d been ‘rivals’ in the C1 scene, and gone through a wild thing or two together, but it didn’t really explain how their paths kept crossing. Then again, sometimes, Raven just…needed to be Somewhere Else, and if Iguazu and Volta kept on letting him into their apartment, then who was he to say no? He just brings an offering - usually food, or some of the booze he knows they like - and then crashes on their couch for the night.

Sometimes he’ll even wake up with Iguazu’s jacket on him.)

It means that Raven sighs at him before letting Iguazu shepherd him away with an arm around his shoulders. ‘Keeps him from running’, Iguazu had said, the first time he did it, and Raven's just gone along with it since.

One of the nerds - a Balam tech, by the looks of it - seems more apologetic than the others when he’s bidding farewell, and it’s only twenty minutes and drive later that he connects it with a triumphant Michigan and amused Nile.

“Gun Thirteen! I’m surprised to see you in this neck of the woods – why did I have to find out from Gun Four you were just next door?” 

Turns out, it wasn’t that Iguazu had miraculously found where Raven was but, rather, Michigan who had used his considerable sway over the Balam engineers to hunt Raven down.

Anyway, Raven’s roped into the Redgun festivities for the night; they’re not exactly what he expected. For one, Wuhuahai and Volta seemed to be in deep conversation over an arrangement of pepper shakers and glasses - Raven thinks he overhears something about ‘mergers and ‘arbitrage’’ and decides he doesn’t need to know what that is. Red’s got an impressive number of glasses in front of him, eyes sparkling as he talks about his family back home to Albany and Osawa. 

Half the bar is made of Redguns tonight, and Michigan has his eyes on every one of them.

For example: Iguazu had steered Raven into the pub with an arm around his shoulder. Iguazu intercepted any drinks that came to Raven. (Michigan’s heard from Walter that the kid wasn’t allowed alcohol.) Volta seemed increasingly exasperated every time he looked over as the night progressed - and Nile was giving Michigan the Look that told him to Shut Up For The Sake Of A Drama Free Vacation. For Once.

Who did he think he was?? A Vesper? Fuck no. So Michigan does what Michigan does best, and starts ribbing the two about lovebirds and ‘oh wouldn’t you look at that, guess you two kissed and made up hm???????’

And sure, Raven didn’t give two shits - he puts up with enough of this from Ziyi if he’s being real - but Iguazu. He’s half-way to drunk from tipsy and he is So Tired. Sooooo fucking tired of this bullshit. It’s been five fucking days of nothing but this and he is Done. He stalked up to Michigan. 

“Fuck Off.” Iguazu snarled, before storming out of the pub.

He doesn’t realize he’d grabbed Raven on his way out until Raven’s cane hits the back of his legs, forcing him to stagger.

“Fuck was that for!?” he snapped, before noticing that Raven had a tight grip around Iguazu’s arm. He was leaning quite heavily on Iguazu, now that he thought about it, and his breath was coming in a bit short. “Tch.” 

Iguazu’s not sure when it happened, but he’s gotten used to Raven’s quirks. Really, he thinks they spend too much time together, for someone who makes Iguazu feel sick in the stomach. Volta always says he’s in a worse mood after Raven stays over, so he has no clue why either of them keep letting the guy in. 

He walks a little slower after that though, and eventually, Raven catches his breath. It’s just them, the lights and passing by revellers for a moment - before Freud makes a lovely appearance with Rusty. They’re holding hands.

“Raven! Just who I wanted to see.” Freud says, and Raven zeroes in on the ‘I Have An Idea’ tone of voice. Looks like Freud had finally broken or something, and wanted to get married to Rusty, like. At this moment. Right now. Look, the walk-in wedding venue’s Right There. Could you be our witness Raven? 

(With how Rusty seemed totally unsurprised by Raven standing in front of him, Raven puts a wager on him being completely smashed. He has to admire Rusty’s composure when it comes to drinks. He never looks as drunk as he actually was.)

And Iguazu has no idea what’s happening anymore - or he doesn’t until Freud mentions, off-hand, this was how he was making a statement to Rusty.

A lightblub goes off in his head. Iguazu waited with more patience and grace than either Freud or Rusty deserved from him. He needs Raven for this.

“Hey. Freelancer.” he said, after Rusty and Freud had shared a sloppy kiss and then left the venue after all due paperwork was completed. “Let’s get married. That’ll show ‘em.”

Raven doesn’t have to guess who that ‘someone is’, but he’s definitely wondering about this sequence of events. How, exactly, is getting married going to matter to Michigan? 

He says as much, but Iguazu is. Oddly confident about this. 

“It’ll show him.” he insists. Raven points out that he’s had enough alcohol. Iguazu waves him away - he’s not a bloody lightweight. Raven says they need a witness; and No, they won’t be calling Freud back for this. That’d be terrible. 

Sure, he can work with that. Iguazu uses ‘Call a friend’. 

“Hey Volta, get your ass over here. Need you for somethin’.”

Thus their witness is procured! Volta knows he deserves to be here for all the bullshit he’s put up with. He almost feels proud of them. He also can’t believe he’s been roped into every fucking step of this not-relationship until it’s become…This. Whatever it was. He’s not calling this a proper fucking wedding, when he knows Iguazu’s doing it to be a little shit and Raven–

(“You don’t mind?” Volta asked Raven half-heartedly when he’d reached the place. Raven just shook his head and shrugged, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes that told Volta that the guy’s Invested in this. Somehow.)

 –who the hell knows. 

–

When Iguazu wakes up the next morning, he panics. What the hell was he thinking last night? Alright, maybe he overestimated how much he could drink (like usual), but that didn’t fucking mean he had to go get hitched to the freelancer. 

He’s still panicking when he gets a knock on the door. He doesn’t want to open it.

He gets up to open it anyway. It’s Raven. He looks like nothing happened the night before. He’s saying that they should go down to the place sometime in the next hour so they can get it sorted. Iguazu thinks he should feel relieved. Here’s an out. 

“We should deal with it.” Raven said, matter of fact. “Me and my colleagues are leaving today.”

Iguazu takes a breath. Iguazu feels that familiar discomfort in his stomach. Yes, they can go. Just give him a moment. Just,

He can hear Michigan’s mocking laughter. Volta’s going to be exasperated - if not a bit pissed. He’ll be the laughingstock again. Fuck that.

“No.”

“No?” “No. Fuck that. I’ll show them.”

“...I’ll tell my colleagues I’ll be staying another day then.” Raven said, “My room’s only booked til today eleven though, so I’ll stay in yours for the night.”

Iguazu didn’t expect Raven to agree so…easily. He took a breath. This could work out. How hard could it be to stay married for a little longer? 

“Fuck. Sure.”

–

In the end, neither of them actually announced that they got married, but word must’ve gotten around, because Michigan had accepted that Raven was getting back home with them without much comment. It’s a quiet trip home, Volta with his eyes on the road and Iguazu with his head pillowed on Raven’s shoulder, fast asleep. 

[what were u doing there]

[did i ask u to come?]

Raven stared at the message from Rusty - ah, looks like he finally realized that Raven had been somewhere he wasn’t meant to be? Careful not to dislodge Iguazu, Raven angled his phone juuuust right and took a selfie.

#armored core 6 #coral containment sphere #c4 621 #g5 iguazu #owlscratch #there were other notes i wanted to put down here but i think my brain is a bit empty now #might go back and fix some tenses or something #or maybe just go-over the two of them so i can slap it onto ao3 or something #there do be somethnig about ac6 that's gotten me writing though damn

[kauzebridgerton]

Kauze Story.

Chapter 5: Ren.

As soon as we arrived, I could see that there was some movement outside, and so I quickly looked at Laito, leaning on him and pointing to the window.

— You are famous! — He said in an excited tone. — Hey, if you guys get a teddy bear, can you give it to me? You are already adults and you don't need this!

— Nfu~ Are you already making your demands? Let's just say these girls are all little sluts who want attention.

— Laito. — Reiji said in a serious tone, but I think Laito didn't care about that. — Control your tongue.

I tilted my head in confusion, as I didn't quite understand what he meant, was that a bad thing? I think it's better if I don't say that word, since Reiji doesn't seem to like it very much.

— Relax four eyes, the brat doesn't know what it means.

Ayato laughed, but soon got out of the limousine with the other vampires, I didn't waste time and got out too, and held Reiji's hand, since I didn't really know where to go.

— How cute, I didn't know they had a little brother. — A girl looked at me, and I smiled at her. —Hehe, Reiji seems so protective.

— Reiji! Reiji! She likes you! — he said excitedly, but the girl left quickly after that, I think she was embarrassed. —Hah? Why are girls weird? Do you like her too?

— Kauze, silence. — He bent down to my height, whispering in my ear. — Don't draw anyone's attention and don't tell them who we are. Next time you embarrass me again, I'll leave you locked in the basement. And no, I have no interest in this girl.

— A-Ah.. I'm sorry Reiji... I promise I won't say that you like girls anymore...

— That's not what I meant! — he turned red. — Just don't talk about relationships, you're not old enough for that. Now go somewhere and meet me here when classes are over.

He then let go of my hand and walked in the same direction as the other students, I think he didn't want to be late for class and get scolded by his Sensei.

I entered school, and I walked around aimlessly, in order to find a nice place to spend time, the cool thing was that there were those machines where they sell snacks and sweets, but unfortunately I didn't have any money with me. I stopped in front of one and looked at it, thinking about the flavor that chocolate must have, I'm sure it's good! Since I saw some people eating it.

— Huhhh~ — I closed my eyes imagining myself devouring that chocolate, but as soon as I opened it, I saw a reflection of a man. — Oh!

I moved away from the machine, thinking he wanted something from it, but he came towards me and stared at me, he had a slightly different appearance and a very strange smell too, it was the same smell that some adults had when they blew smoke out of their mouths.

— Hey, you want that chocolate, don't you? — the student asked me, and I nodded in agreement. — Let's do it like this, if you help me I'll give you the chocolate, do we have a deal?

— Help in what? — I said suspiciously. — Won't your sensei get mad if you don't go to class?

— No, of course not! I just missed something and unfortunately I can't get it, but I think you can do it for me, don't you?

I shrugged my shoulders and faced the man again, he had that typical appearance of someone who would always go to the board, but it's better for me to help a bully than be his next victim.

— Alright then, I guess there’s no problem....

Shame on me, selling myself for a chocolate, but I'm sure the Sakamakis wouldn't give me one if I asked them.

— Excellent! My name is Ren.

— My name is Kauze. — I smiled at him.

— Let's go then.

Ren took me to the school garden and we walked a little until we finally arrived at a window, it was a little high, and I quickly looked at it suspiciously.

— Come on, I'll lift you up and you'll climb in through the window, and then I'll run to the door and you open it for me, okay?

— Hey! Isn't this wrong? I will not do it! — I stamped my foot on the ground. — What if we get confused?

— Please, Kauze! I'm begging you man! There's something very important to me in there, I promise I won't get you in trouble, if someone catches you in there, they can blame it on me.

— Huh... Okay, but I'll have all the chocolates in the machine! — I pouted.

— All the chocolates?! You're going to bankrupt me like this, I can give you one of each, nothing more than that.

— Okay, I accept... — I said reluctantly. — Promise you're not cheating on me?

— I promise.

He then took me in his arms, lifting me as high as he could, he got to the point where he held my feet with his hands so that I was "standing", I just hope no one is seeing this, I grabbed hold of him. window sill and entered the room.

— I achieved! — he said from the window.

— Excellent! When you hear 3 knocks on the door, open it, ok?

He then ran away and I sighed, I think I should charge more for my "services" I looked around and it seemed to be a private room, like it belonged to the director or something, and that made me even more scared, no It took a long time for me to hear three knocks on the door and I opened it and luckily it was Ren.

— You're a bully, aren't you? — I questioned. — I'm sure that the student who only had a high grade wouldn't be here!

I stuck my tongue out at him, indignant at having helped a student like him, but Ren didn't seem to care that much about it, he just kept messing around with things in the room and I became more anxious, afraid of someone showing up.

— Oh! — He then took a paper and tore it up, I felt my soul leaving and returning from my body! This was so wrong! — What it was? You're paler than usual.

— You ripped it! — said in disbelief. — They'll know we're here!

— They won't, that was a paper that my parents were supposed to sign, but unfortunately he's no longer here and by the time they do another one I'll have made an excuse.

He then continued going through some things and grabbed a small box with some smelly sticks. I quickly placed my hand on my nose and grimaced.

—Ew! It's those businesses that make you smoke out of your mouth!

— They really are, and they're quite expensive by the way, now let's go.

We then ran out of the place, I've never felt so "naughty" I just hope no one finds out what I did! Otherwise I'll stay in Reiji's basement for eternity!

— Hey Kauze, let's get your candys.

He held my hand and led me to the candy machine, and luckily he fulfilled his part of the deal and I finally had several chocolates! I quickly embraced my new "conquest"

— Thank you Ren! I loved!

— Hahaha, now you're not scared anymore, are you? Since I missed the first class because of our mission, I'll stay with you.

— All good! I like being around people. — I smiled and sat at a nearby table, and Ren sat next to me. — I've never had so many sweets!

— No?! How? I saw you arriving with those rich people. — he rolled his eyes. — Tell me, what are you of them?

— Well I... I... — and now? Reiji said I couldn't say anything about vampires, but he also didn't tell me what I should say. — Their father adopted me, that's all.

— Just that? So, does that mean you're an orphan?

— Yes... I lost my parents not long ago, but I'm lucky that their father adopted me and now I have a family again!

— I'm sorry for you, Kauze. I just hope those guys are treating you well. You know, I never really liked them, but I confess that it's really fun to play basketball against Ayato.

— I don't know them very well, since I've only been there for a short time... — I tried to talk to him, as I was afraid of saying too much and ending up saying something I shouldn't. — You play basketball? And Ayato too?! Cool!

— Yes, I must confess that he is very agile, it doesn't even look like he's a human sometimes, that's quite annoying.

I quickly gasped when he said that, could it be that he distrusts Ayato? What if someone blames me?! What if I'm grounded forever?!

— Hey Hey hey. I know you really like these sweets, but you don't need to kill yourself over it. — He patted my back a few times. - Are you well?

— Uhum! I'm just really happy to eat chocolate! Just that! — I tried to hide it. — Ren! Ren! I think you're wrong, sometimes Ayato can seem really fast, but I think he trains a lot for that, right?

— Yeah, you're right little guy! But one day I'll beat him, wait and see.

He ruffled my hair, and I laughed, he was really cool! Even though he is a mess and a bully, I think he has a good heart, as he was one of the only people who actually talked to me since I left Lord Karlheinz's mansion.

— Ren, can you be my friend? Even if it's just a little...?

— How can I deny it after this little adventure we had? You can count on me Kauze, if you need a bully like me to defend you, just call me.

— Same? Do you want to be my friend? In truth?!

— Well, I've never been friends with a kid before, but I think I can do this? Do not you think?

I quickly hugged him, nodding quickly in agreement with him, I finally made a friend! I thought this would be really difficult, but I'm glad I met Ren.

— Of course! You are very cool! I never had any friends either, so I think we can learn together, don't you?

— Yes of course.

He returned my hug, I think it was the first hug I had received in a long time, it was so good! I want to make lots of friends to receive lots of hugs every day! But soon he walked away from me, and I was surprised for a moment, and then I turned back and saw Shu.

#kauzebridgerton #kauze bridgerton #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers

[vincentmatthews]

50 Random Quotes for a micro-story:

Rules: Give me a number and I'll write a small story based on that quote. If you have a specific character you want for the writing, feel free to add them.

"I miss you."

"Why won't you kiss me?"

"I never planned on living this long."

"Bathe me in moonwater and stardust."

"I wish our lips would dance as one; yet you wouldn't have me, and I became obsessed."

"I hate you, but I love you."

"Kiss me."

"Dance with me in the flames."

"I want to be anywhere else but here."

"Stay the night."

"Don't run from me."

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Will you marry me?"

"Why."

"Do you ever miss me?"

"I love you." "Don't lie."

"I just want to float in starlight until I feel like myself again."

"Do you ever miss them?"

"I'm sorry."

"What do you want from me?"

"I hate everything about you."

"Are you drunk/high?"

"I don't know how you did it, but you're still here, and I'm proud of you."

"Nothing is more beautiful than watching our relationship go down in flames."

"Sunsets always remind me of you."

"The holidays have gotten harder since you've been gone."

"What do I have to do, to get you to love me?"

"I just want to lay down, in the dark, with the A/C on full blast, and use the radio to drown out my emotions."

"The hardest thing for me to learn as a child was that no matter how hard I tried, I'd never be worthy of love."

"You're addictive. I crave you. No matter how hard I try, I can never get enough of you. I desire you. You're like a drug that I'm hooked on. I need you."

"I call myself religious, because you're the only thing I can see myself worshipping."

"They say if you swim in the lake at night, you're begging creatures to drag you down and feast on your soul. I wonder how much of those stories are true."

"I'm pregnant."

"Healing takes longer for the broken. My dear, and I am shattered."

"Stay the night, please, I can't sleep without you."

"The hardest thing I had to learn when I was a child, was that no matter what I do, I will never be worthy of love."

"I am doing this, not because I love you, but because I have to."

"I guess, I can learn to love you."

"Ever since you've died and came back, you haven't been the same. You're staring at the walls, mumbling to yourself, watching static on the tv. Where are you?"

"Why didn't you leave me?!? You could've saved yourself!!" "BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO DIE!!"

"Tell me you love me, and I will finally let you go. I won't hurt you anymore. Say you love me -make me believe it- and I will untie you."

"I will NEVER forgive you. But I can learn to live with you."

"I promised that I wouldn't turn you, but your neck look very tempting, and I can't stop thinking of your blood dripping from my lips."

"I wish I could remember what it was like to be human again."

"Will you still continue to love me, after I tell you all the awful things I've done?"

"I'M SO FUCKING TIRED!! NO MATTER WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS, I ALWAYS END UP BEING THE FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! I'M FUCKING DONE!! ALL OF THIS BULLSHIT THAT YOU FORCE ME THROUGH!! I'M FUCKING DONE!! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!"

"You scare me. More than anything. I have nightmares that one night you'll kill me. I'm so scared of you; but what scares me more is if you leave me."

"What is it you fear most?" "Myself."

"When where you going to tell me?" "Tell you what?" "That you were a monster."

"Every time you touch me, I feel a piece of myself die. I'm addicted to your attention, your hands, yet I can taste your disgust you have for me. The toxic bile of your sneers as you dig your nails into my face as you grip it, hard enough to puncture the sensitive flesh and draw blood. I wish I didn't care. The moment you grab me, the only thought going through my shattered mind is Kill Me."

#writing prompt #writing prompts #writing exercise #quotes for writing #jesus I fucking suck at tagging things #I dont know what to tag these as #lets pretend that I didn't make this instead of working on my mountain of WIPs.. #motivation comes to me in waves. #oc ask prompts #oc ask thing