#oh geez what a long rant

[harunayuuka2060]

Ortho: Hello, Mr. Leviathan!

Levi: Hello, Ortho-kun! *chuckles* Good morning!

Ortho: Are you here to play with my brother?

Levi: Yes. And I also need to talk to him about something.

Ortho: In that case, I will wake him up.

Levi: Eh? Why? Is he not awake yet?

Ortho: Well, you played games with him until 4:07AM.

Levi: *awkwardly smiles* Sorry...

Ortho: It's fine! But please try to decrease your game time. My brother is still a human and his health is important to me and everyone else here in Ignihyde.

Levi: Yeah. I'll keep that in mind.

Idia: Huh? Leona has teamed up with Belphegor? What does that mean?

Levi: You know what it is!

Idia: Yeah, I get you. But I don't think it would be ideal for the Prefect to add another lover to their existing number of husbands.

Levi: Do you honestly think that is the case?

Idia: What?

Levi: Seven avatars of hell, the future king of Devildom, the demon butler who can manipulate time and space, the most powerful sorcerer, one archangel, and one reaper wife who likes to set up traps.

Levi: And on top of that, there are two who are crushing on them from both Devildom and Celestial Realm.

Idia: ...

Idia: Geez.

Levi: Right? And I can't blame them because MC is so amazing and you couldn't help but to love them—

Idia: Time, time!

Levi: Huh?

Idia: You're not helping your case, Levi. Every time you say MC is amazing, the listener will be interested and it would urge them to know them better, to form a relationship with them.

Idia: And with the way you rant right now, it seems to me that you are recruiting me to be their boyfriend.

Levi: If you can't beat them, join them.

Idia: Noo! MC is already tired with all of these things! They don't need another socially-awkward gamer lover and a lazy lion prince!

Idia: Give. Them. A. Break!

Levi: ...

Levi: Idia-kun... You really care about MC... *sniffles* *smiles* Are you sure you don't want to be their boyfriend?

Idia: Ask someone who's more willing and wouldn't mind sharing a relationship with a bunch.

Levi: If you're referring to that dragon guy, no way. Nuh-uh. I don't like him.

Idia: Malleus? Why?

Levi: He's got a long lifespan.

Idia: ...

Idia: Wait.

MC: *has finished the necessary steps to become a noble and has gone straight to their third year's class*

MC: *didn't notice that they're still wearing their formal demon outfit*

The third-years: ...

MC: Do you have any questions before we start this class?

Trey: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes, Trey?

Trey: Um... Are you forgetting something?

MC: Hmm... No. I think I have everything here.

Trey: O-Oh... Haha... Okay.

MC: ...

MC: What are you all staring at? *raises an eyebrow*

Rook: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes, Rook?

Rook: Beauté, Trickster! Admirably sinful even!

MC: Huh?

Lilia: *who's giving Malleus a teasing look*

Malleus: *his cute, little expression while staring at them*

MC: Cater, why didn't you tell me that I looked weird earlier?

Cater: I was busy admiring your pact marks.

MC: You were staring at my leg?

Cater: And shoulders. 😩🙏

MC: ...

MC: Did I really look that good?

Cater: Yes, bestie~ We almost kneeled in front of you.

MC: ...

MC: You're exaggerating.

Cater: But it's truue~. *chuckles*

#twisted wonderland #obey me mc #twst mc #twst idia #obey me levi #twst ortho #twst trey #twst lilia #twst malleus #twst cater #twst x obey me

[mortemtheraven]

Fire and Rain

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x GN!Reader

Summary: When the Rave'n became the talk of the town, you were more than ecstatic to be asked by your best friend aka long time crush, Ajax with him as his partner. But things took a different turn when you saw him more interested in Enid Sinclair than his own date.

Warning(s): Angst (fluff in the end)

"This school is getting on my nerves," You ranted to Ajax while hanging out in the quad. "All everyone's talking about is the upcoming Rave'n!"

"No one's asked you yet?" Ajax chuckled.

You rolled your eyes. "As if I care. I'm not going anyway."

Ajax turned to face you abruptly. "You're not?"

"Nope, I'd rather study alone in my dorm." No matter how bad it sounds, it's better than going to the Rave'n with a random person that's not Ajax. Yes, you like him for a long time now, but he's too oblivious to notice. Suppose it comes with liking a cute but an absolute idiot of a gorgon.

"Geez, Y/n. Aren't you smart enough? Enjoy life for once."

You clicked your tongue. "One can never be smart enough, Ajax. And I enjoy studying, or maybe I could find a good book and read while you guys dance the night away."

"You're such a bummer, Y/n." You rolled your eyes. Maybe I wouldn't be if you would just ask me, idiot. You thought.

"So, how's that date with Enid?" You asked, clearing your throat. He told you before that he asked Enid out after she snapped at him. As much as it hurts on your part, it's not like you could do anything about it.

"Oh, uh," Ajax laughed awkwardly. "It never happened. I k-kinda stoned myself accidentally and she assumed I stood her up."

You couldn't help but laugh.

"Stop it, Y/n. It's already embarrassing that she already has a date to the Rave'n." he pouted.

"Sorry, it's just a little funny. By the way, I still have to return the book I borrowed. See ya later!" You stood up, still laughing a little and went to the library.

Later that night, you were answering some of your homeworks when someone knocked on your door. Your siren roommate left awhile ago so you had to open the door yourself, grumbling because of the interruption of your study session. But all your complaints immediately vanished at the sight of Ajax standing outside your door with his hands buried in his hoodie's pockets.

"Ajax! What brings you here?" You asked in surprise. It's already 9 PM after all.

"I'm not gonna be long. I just wanna ask you–" he sighed and scratched his nape awkwardly. "W-Would you like to go to the Rave'n with me tomorrow, Y/n?"

You were too stunned to reply immediately, but when you finally processed the sudden information, you practically beamed. "Yes! Yes, of course."

Ajax smiled, his smile basically radiating making you swoon internally. "Great! See you tomorrow, Y/n. Goodnight."

"Night!" You jumped on the balls of your feet, giddy and grinning widely while Ajax turned around to leave, muttering a silent yes.

The time of the Rave'n came, you're already dressed up in white according to the chosen theme. By the end of the night, you hoped everything goes according to your plan. Confess, be Ajax's (s/o), and finally have your wish come true.

Someone knocked on your door and you immediately opened it to reveal Ajax in a white beanie, blazer and slacks. Gosh, he's amazing. You thought, drinking in his appearance.

"Hi," Ajax greeted, grinning widely.

"Hi," You replied, practically forcing yourself not to act all stupid and giddy in front of him.

"You look amazing, Y/n." You blushed at his simple compliment.

"Thanks, you look nice too." You silently scolded yourself for using the word ‘nice’ to describe him. He's way above that.

Ajax chuckled and offered his arm. "So, shall we?"

You ducked your head to hide your red face and clung to his arm. He smells great, you thought. Shut up, Y/n.

It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at the venue, Ms. Thornhill greeting you by the entrance. You only smiled timidly at her and anxiously looked around. Ajax noticed how you tightened your grip on his elbow.

"Hey, it's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving your side. We're gonna have a blast." Your heart fluttered at his words. He knows you so well, how bad you get when you're in a big crowd, especially when you're conspicuously noticable in your stunning look. People are starting to look at you in surprise, not believing the once plain-looking Y/n bloomed into a beauteous flower.

"Shall we find a seat?" You nodded at Ajax, happy that his mere presence is enough to distract you from the stares you're getting.

"Don't mind them, Y/n. They're just staring at you because you startled them. You look great after all." You smiled at Ajax's words after he guided you to an empty chair, blushing at his gestures.

"Thanks, I'm not really used to compliments."

"Well, you'll be getting them more and more from now on." Ajax grinned cheekily.

Minutes later, you were anxiously tapping on your lap. Why hasn't Ajax asked you to dance yet? What's he waiting for? The two of you are just sitting silently on your table, watching as the other partners take the floor.

And then you saw it. You noticed Ajax staring unblinkingly at something. . . or perhaps someone. You followed his gaze and spotted Enid with her normie date. Of course, you thought bitterly. He only asked you to be his date because he can't have her.

The fact hurts more than it should. You couldn't help it, the sight of Ajax jealous of Enid's date is much more painful than him not asking you to dance. So you stood up, chair scraping loudly against the floor and finally getting his attention.

"Y/n?" You ignored him and began to walk away. "Where are you going?"

You turned to face him with tears threatening to fall from your angry eyes. "Out of here. I'm done being an option to you, Ajax."

With that, you turned around and finally walked out of that place.

"Y/n! Wait up!" You cursed, why couldn't he just leave you alone?

"Leave me alone, Ajax," You grumbled, walking faster. "Go back to Enid!"

"We should at least talk about this!"

You finally turned around angrily, him stopping a few feet away from you. "There's nothing to talk about, Ajax. I get it, okay?! You asked me to be your date because you can't ask her. I'm so stupid to just notice it now!"

"It's not like that–" You cut him off.

"Yes, it is! Don't even deny it! I was just an option to you. I have done everything for you to notice that I shouldn't even be a choice! I've been with you since you transferred to Nevermore! Helping you through and with everything you're having problems with! Yet all I receive in return is rejection and pain from you!"

"What do you mean rejection?" You literally facepalmed at this point.

"Ajax, wake up for once! I love you! And you don't even notice it, not even once. You're always pining over different girls, any girl but me! Am I not enough for you?" You pointed at yourself, hot tears spilling from your eyes.

"Y/n, no–"

"Then why haven't you looked at me in a different light?! I'm always your best friend, only your best friend—nothing more. . ." You wiped your tears angrily. "And I'm done, Ajax. I'm done trying, you already exhausted my patience and hope that you'd ever love me back the way I want you to. So have a blast, Ajax, go back to the Rave'n and ask her out."

You turned to leave once more but a tight hand gripped your wrist and pushed you against a parked car. Ajax was breathing heavily, looking at you with a foreign look on his face. Mostly annoyance.

"Will you let me finish my sentence for once?! I'm sorry, okay?! I should've noticed it earlier, but I'm a gorgon and I'm mostly oblivious about things. If only you've cleared things up with words instead of confusing signals, I should've kissed you long ago!"

Your eyes widened, heart thumping nervously against your chest. "W-What?"

Ajax stared at you through his eyelashes. "Yes, Y/n. I do feel the same way if not much more. But you keep hinting stuff at me and then act casually after, I couldn't help but think that maybe you just want us to stay as friends. I like you a lot, and labeling us as best friends doesn't really make me feel better so I try to distract myself with other girls except you. But I couldn't. Enid is a good friend and when she said she's going with someone else, I couldn't help but feel slightly offended."

You raised your eyebrow. "And that means?"

"Yes, I am an idiot. But then Enid said that I should just man up and ask you, so I did. I actually hoped I would be able to confess to you after the dance, but not like this. Not outside in the freaking parking lot."

"But why didn't you ask me to dance? You just kept on staring at her." Ajax's eyes softened.

"Because I thought you hated dancing, you mentioned it once during detention with me. As for Enid, she was secretly giving me to-go signals." Ajax mumbled in embarrassment, his face turning red.

Your chest hurt at how fast your heart is beating at the moment, you wondered if he could hear it pounding loudly. "You really mean that?"

Ajax chuckled at your big, glistening (e/c) eyes. "Yes, Y/n. With all sincerity I could muster."

"You're really not just saying all that because you feel bad–" Ajax cut you off by crashing his lips on yours.

A bold move. . . but you loved it anyway. So you kissed back, moving your hands to the back of his neck whilst he pulled you closer by the waist. You couldn't believe what was happening, especially when he started pushing you against a parked car slightly, leading into a full-blown make out and yet his hold on you still gentle and careful.

"I do like you, Y/n. Love you even, for everything you are. Y-Your snarky wits, the way you're not afraid to snap at people who makes fun of me for being a dork sometimes, the way you prefer to study alone in your dorm rather than go to parties, the way you smile at me and just–" Ajax sighed dreamily. "Everything about you basically."

You cradled his cheek, smiling and genuinely touched at his rambling. "You're lucky you're cute, so I forgive you." You said in a joking manner and he laughed, kissing you again as though he could never get enough of you.

#wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #ajax petropolus #ajax petropolus x reader #ajax #reader pov

[ganondoodle]

so, doing this as an extra post bc i dont want to spam op nor invite more disaster into their post (sorry)

(i get annoyed, i get frustrated, but i rarely get pissed off, so if this sounds aggressive to you, it is; i have had enough of arguing with people -even if most of that arguing has happened on twitter-)

someone had replied (and later apparently deleted) something along the lines of "well zelda wanted to restore hyrule at the end of botw and what is so bad about ganondorf always being the bad guy in the way that he is?"

so first off, while i know hyrule and KINGDOM of hyrule is often used as an equally interchangeable word to refer to the world there, i dont think she meant the kingdom or its or its monarchy when she said that (does she? i dont have the end in my head rn and pretty sure its a lil different than english anyway) and much more the LAND of hyrule, its still in shambles even if people have found ways to live with it- that is an interpretation of me mostly, you can think what you want in that regard idc

secondly .... im not gonna get into that rant bc you cannot be seriosuly asking what is bad about how ganondorf is presented, treated in the games (espeically in totk) and his role and "writing" (oh geez i dont know maybe all the racism and stereotypes?? also, frankly boring ass writing, if your villain can be replaced by a cloud of toxic goo incapable of speech and nothing would change except saving money for voice actors that dont fit the role that is not a great look- hes never gotten much but totk is a new low)

then theres this reply

astro-shark3113 replied: "You're kidding right? If she cared about reinstating the monarchy then why is the castle still in disrepair after five years? Why does she become a teacher and live in a cottage with her boyfriend instead of taking on duties as princess? She clearly wants to help people and be a leader but she can do that without wanting to be a Queen. Please be real"

i am not kidding and i AM being real, i think you need to look at the game without your rose tinted glasses for a second; the castle is still in ruin? what the hell do you expect, theres no soldiers and very few servants left, repairing anything is quite impossible in that time and frankly not a priority (not proof of her not caring lol) also there is a plan for it at the very least given the camps with the hyrule crest all over it in the ruins of castle town- we dont SEE her as a teacher, or living a "normal" life, that happens in between the game, its flavor text, what HAPPENS in the game is her being taught a lessson on who she needs to be and what hyrule needs to be (pretty in your face too, she gets sent to paradise past of the "first" king that is some supposedly godly thing from the HEAVENS and watches him and his queen die at the hands of the eviiil guy, the last scene in the game mimics perfectly the scene where everyone that god king got under his rule swears undying loyalty to her ffs); she does live in that house, but what other option is there, set up camp in the collapsing throne room all alone?? nigh everyone from that time is long dead and the only one she actually knows is link who happens to have a house (bc impa doesnt care i guess idk), with her ""boyfriend"" is also interesting, a "boyfriend" that apparently is locked in the basement, lives in the woods or straight up dematerlializes when theres no big bad in need of stabbing bc why the hell does no one fucking know him in hateno??? not even the kids that come to the house EVERY SINGLE DAY?? and taking on duties as a princess, she very much does? just bc she doesnt get physically carried around in a castle doesnt mean she isnt doing royal stuff (also, again, that happens BETWEEN the games, not actually in totk), she still sees herself as the princess, everyone calls her that, she herself calls herself that (if the memorial stones are anything to go by) and everyone listens to the most overtly stupid and nonsensical stuff that zelda puppet says (even her friends follow that order without even asking back???) after over 100 years of there not being a kingdom as such its pretty weird how everyone immediately, even the ones not alive for the calamity event, snaps into blindly following her orders

"she can still lead without being a queen", did we play the same game?? totk? TEARS of the KINGDOM?? (its zeldas tears, she IS the kingdom) that game?? the game couldnt be more directly telling you that its whole point is that royal family holy and good and how much everyone has to sacrifice to uphold the holy kingdom bc its the only thing that keeps evil man from overtaking it!! including turnign herself into a farmable, glorified stone pedestal for the entirety of the actual game and then that sacrifice not meanign shit bc she just gets deus ex machina'd back (i didnt need her to stay a dragon, though it would have been the better choice if she still didnt get an active part in the game i would kill for her to have been a capable companion instead of the stupid ghost sages, and you dont even get to actually do anything for it, it just happens), not even the nuclear pebble is lost, how great! she and everyone else that is a leader of their people has a nuclear pebble now!! they will not let a bad evil man be a threat ever again!! like the point to bring her back in that utterly unsatisfying way is that otherwise the royal line wouldnt exist anymore, its a blessing of her ancient ancestors!! woohooo!!

and the thing is, i LIKE botw zelda, i liked her character, that she wasnt the typically maiden princessy type, her struggle (even if i find the way she unlocked her powers lame), i do NOT like totk zelda, after the intro of the game she is a princessy maiden standing prettily at the side of the god king that rules the only thing keeping evil at bay, the level of how much totk disrespects her makes me mad on her behalf but i have ranted about that alone enough as well

and with this i am DONE talking about this game, i have ranted so much about it, made my points carefully clear over and over, said that i dont have the nerves left to be nice anymore about it given how much shit alone on twitter i had to live through just bc i dared mildly critisizing the damn game, if you comment some snarky "be real" thing again im just gonna go straight to blockign people bc i am done with this

#ganondoodles talks #ganondoodles rants #zelda #totk critical #taggign with that #maybe inviting less disaster into my post #didnt think id encounter this kind of stuff on here #tumblrs been so much better than twitter my god

[he-goes-down]

There Was A Time:

previous chapters/warnings

6. You Ain’t The First

Second person POV:

That Friday the band had a gig. You did the usual; help the boys tease their hair, this was the only time you could be near Izzy or touch him, you helped Slash with his eyeliner and Axl's eyeshadow. They went on stage you watched them from a secret balcony opposite the stage, where all the lights and other technical controls were. You watched Steven's hair bounce as he played the drums, and it was even more hypnotising with his teased hair. You watched him for the beginning of the gig, it soon trailed over to Axl. You knew it was bad that you had feelings for him, even worse that you kissed him. You're his manager, you couldn't be with him, just like nothing could happen between you and Duff. But my god he is so addictive to look at. His teased hair made him look like a lion, and the way he moved his hips when he sang made all the girls, the boys and yourself go absolutely wild. You did however look away from him when it was Slash's solo. Duff and Izzy were looking at you while he shredded, you didn't notice of course as you were in awe at his talent and his man boobs. Duff was jealous, but he wasn't hateful, he knew Slash was amazing at going nuts on the guitar, he stared too sometimes. Izzy however, no one knew what he was thinking. Murder? Maybe. Toe hair? I don't know. Unicorns shitting glitter? Sure! He was so hard to read, he was a complete mystery.

The rest of the show went well. Axl didn't jump on anyone or even shout at them. When they ended you waited for them in the changing room. All the guys were first in, but Axl was slightly delayed, but soon he stepped over the dressing rooms threshold. "Guys, I have someone that I want you to meet." Axl said with a smile. It was quite unusual to see him this chirpy after a show, he would normally be ranting with the small nit-picky stuff of the not-so-good quality equipment. A stunning girl with long curly hair and the most beautiful blue eyes walked in behind him and then stood next to him. "This is Erin." He spoke. "My girlfriend". Those words hit you like a freight train, your ears started ringing. You felt so betrayed. You felt your heart break under the sheer amount of pain it just felt in that moment. You hated them. No not her. Him. Axl Rose. He played with your heart just like that. Did he think of you like you were some groupie? He couldn't have, your kiss and everything but lust behind it. You had to put. Brave face on to not like you wanted to kill yourself in that moment because, they rest of the band were introducing themselves and you were up next after Izzy. "This is our manager." Axl said as he motioned to you. "Ah! Oh my god you're so pretty! I've heard so much about you!" She said. 'Oh thank god she's a girls girl' You thought in relief.

You guys sat at the booth like normal, this time with Steven and Erin on your sides instead of Axl. Erin was absolutely lovely, you contemplated taking her for yourself and getting back at Axl. Or just taking her for yourself. You we're still heart sore and annoyed at Axl, with every word he spoke your malicious thoughts of getting back at him got worse and worse. Would he even care? He better. "If you weren't in the music business, what would you do?"  Erin asked. You were about to speak but Axl spoke over you. "Some Rocket Science things. That's why we call her our Rocket Queen." He spoke. You coughed a little nearly choking as you remembered one of the stories behind the song Rocket Queen that they haven't even made yet. "That's so cool!" She responded. You smiled at her. "I can speak for myself Axl." You said with malice. "Geez, what's got you so riled up?" he asked as he laughed. You didn't know if he knew what he was doing was getting on your nerves, but he loved doing it. You rolled your eyes. "Stop listening in to our convos babe." She said as she playfully hit him. The pet name hurt you even more, but at least he was getting smacked. "Steven can you sit next to Axl so he can't eavesdrop?" You asked Steven, and he agreed and moved to the other side. You and Erin chatted more, as the guys were talking in their own world, it felt good to have another girl to talk to, you realised just how much more immature boys were. "So... Which one is your favourite?" She asked as she nudged you. "Oh, no no I can't choose," You giggled "Steven definitely. Oh, and maybe Duff as second" You whispered to her. "And the others?" She giggled "Izzy hates me for I don't know what reason. Slash doesn't warn anyone when he's bringing someone over, so I always get to hear the noises he makes." You giggled as you rolled your eyes. "And Axl just getting on my nerves sometimes." You added. "I don't know, I think Izzy has thing for you." She spoke. You stared at her with wide eyes and a 'what the fuck' expression on your face. You nearly burst out laughing. "Seriously! Look, every time he takes a sip of his drink, he looks at you." She whispered. You scoffed lightly at her in disbelief. "Look!" She whisper shouted. Both of you looked at Izzy who sat at the other side of the table. He took his glass, lifted it to his mouth and took a sip, his eyes then glanced to your end of the table. He saw the two of you looking back at him, and he quickly glanced back at the other guys while coughing slightly as he nearly choked on his drink. Your mouth was slightly a gape as you looked back at Erin, and she had the most shit eating grin ever and was about to giggle her ass off just like you were. She snorted then you did, it didn't take long till the two of you were laughing uncontrollably, not being able to breathe soon after. Izzy quickly made his way out of the booth seeing this scene unravel and he went to the bathroom. The rest of the band were looking at you two going mental.

You soon calmed down, but you didn't explain to the rest what happened. Axl looked a little irritated, but you didn't notice as you were having too much fun with Erin. Izzy soon came back also looking irritated but much more than Axl. You two didn't giggle more at him just encase he might go off on you. "But who do you like?" She asked. "Didn't you already ask me this?" You raised an eyebrow. "I mean like. Like, like you know?" She explained. Shit. You couldn't say it. "I can't date any of them. I'm their manager." You told her. "Yeah, but you can still like one of them. It's not illegal." She responded. "Nah, I couldn't." you said. 'Wise words, should have listened to them sooner.' You thought. "Come on! What about the tall one? He's been taking peeks at you too." She said. You blushed a bit, you had an initial crush on him, but you still couldn't pursue it. You looked at Duff who was talking amongst the group, then glanced at Axl who sat next to him. If Axl didn't care about you, then he wouldn't mind you getting closer with Duff. Right?

You all drank some more and talked some more. Izzy starred daggers at you the whole time. You didn't realise as you were talking to Erin and Duff over the table. It was soon time to leave, and you were innocently flirting with Duff as you were walking to the exit. Axl noticed and his intoxicated rage filled eyes glared at the sight of you two, and his anger burned brighter as Duff laid his hand on your shoulder as he sweet talked you and you giggled in response. Erin left to her own apartment as you were halfway home, Axl didn't even seem to acknowledge that. Or even get the slightest bit of excitement when offered going to her place to do some unspeakable business. He just grunted a 'bye' and continued to hang his head with distain as he continued walking. He gets like this when he's off his head drunk, but not when naked women are involved. You got home and everyone went to their respective rooms. You took Duffs hand and leaded him to your shared room, you were drunk and wanted to have fun, and especially get on Axl's nerves. Duff was more than happy to endorse what you were about to do. "Wait. I need to talk to you." Axl said. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You nudged your head at Duff to go to the room. You rested your back on the nearest wall and crossed your arms, as you gave a tired look at Axl. "Mhm?" You started. "What do you think you're getting at?" He accused. "I don't understand." You responded in a sarcastic annoyed tone back at him. "Why are you so angry? You have a girlfriend now. You should be ecstatic!" You waved your hand as you spoke. He huffed slightly, being at a loss for words. "Go on...?" You urged. Nothing. You got up off the wall about to walk to the room. "Just, don't hurt her." You said to him in a lighter serious tone. "Don't go kissing her and then leaving her for another girl the next week." You said as began walking. He did not like that. He started to speak up. "You ain't the fucking first. Just remember that." He shouted down at you. You knew you weren't, but you really wanted to be.

You did get back to the room, tired from the mental drainage that's been this night. Duff was half-way undressed but he was passed out hard on the bed. You sighed in relief as you put the covers over him and tucked yourself into bed next to his.

#guns n roses #axl rose #slash #duff mckagan #izzy stradlin #steven adler #axl gnr #slash gnr #duff gnr #izzy gnr #steven gnr #axl rose x reader #slash x reader #duff mckagan x reader #izzy stradlin x reader #steven adler x reader #gnr fanfiction #gnr x reader #gnr #guns n roses fanfic #Spotify

[moeyynorris]

I Feel My Shadow Dissolving

Let’s Make Trouble in the Dream World - Part 3

Max Verstappen x F!Reader, Charles Leclerc x F!Reader

Warnings: Emotions related to a break-up/end of relationship, cheating (kind of?), fluff (kissing).

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, sorry. I hope you like it!

Master List

You sat at the cramped make-up desk in your dressing room, eager to get the caked-on make-up off your face. Sure, it still looked great, but it felt like a concrete mask. Yuck.

Just as you reached for a make-up wipe, you heard a knock on the door. You shrugged in your seat, anticipating Max and his empty congratulations. After your show, and the feelings that plagued you as you sang your heart out, you realized that he was no longer the man for you. The three time F1 champion of the world was no longer the man you loved.

With a deep sigh, you checked your phone, spotting a text from Max. You swiped to reveal the message just as another knock sounded.

“Coming! Just a sec!” you blurted. Then, you narrowed your eyes on the screen.

Max:

I will see you at the hotel. I know Craig was going to give you a ride. I want to get enough sleep for the race tomorrow. Be safe.

Your brow furrowed at the tone of the message. It wasn’t unlike Max lately to have you find your way back, so you weren’t super surprised. But, if Max wasn’t the one knocking on your door, then who…

The door slowly creaked open and a light voice called out as you turned. “Y/N?” It was Charles. Honestly, he was the last person you expected to come see you after the show, but it was definitely not unwelcome.

“Oh, hey Charles. Uh, Thanks for coming to the show. How did you like it?” You stood from your seat and face the Ferrari driver. He smiled and chuckled ever so lightly.

God, if you thought he looked good under the stage lights, he looked even better in the dimmed fluorescent glow of your dressing room. The jeans he was sporting fit every hint of a curve perfectly, and his very fitted shirt was short of obscene. His hair was tousled in the most delicious way, and the best part was that you knew he didn’t mean for it to fall that way.

In this moment, he was a Greek statue. He was perfection.

Charles licked his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. “The show was spectacular. I have to admit I had never really listened to your music. I didn’t think it was my style, and I just didn’t know you were so talented.” He took a step forward as he continued. “The fact that I got to hear it live first made it so much more… special.” He smiled at you, obviously realizing he was ranting. “I loved it, Y/N. I really did.”

You nodded and smiled, touched by the honestly in his words.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hope the others weren’t too rowdy for you,” you chuckled. She shook his head.

“Oh, no. I actually got a few payback pictures if I ever need them.” You both laughed as you leaned against the counter.

Charles let out a humorous sigh, then peered around the room. He furrowed his brow.

“Where is Max? Surely he would want to be here to congratulate you on a performance like that?” Your gut sank at his words. And before you could hide your reaction, the expression was already painted across your face. You sighed deeply and shrugged.

“He wanted to get sleep for the race tomorrow.” You nibbled on your bottom lip, a nervous habit you had never been able to kick.

“Well, it is an afternoon race, but I guess he is someone who needs a lot of sleep?” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better. It’s not like the fact that Max wasn’t there really bothered you. If anything, it solidified the weird feelings you had towards him over the last few… weeks? You sucked in a breath thinking about how long it had actually been.

It didn’t fucking matter. What mattered was where you were at that moment.

You offered Charles a smile and huffed a laugh.

“He hasn’t been here the last, geez, I don’t even know how many times now. He’s usually at the show, but after, it’s hit or miss.” You shrugged again. “I mean, there will be a million more shows.” Desperate to change the subject, you nodded towards the door and grinned.

“So, was that your first concert?” Charles’ cheeks reddened a little.

“My first one like that! The music I usually like is a little, well, calmer than that. Not that there was anything wrong with—“

“I know what you mean. I’ve heard a few of the songs you’ve shared on posts. It’s mellow, not anything like this. That’s why I’m even more thrilled that you liked this show.” You played air guitar for a second and chuckled.

Charles shrugged his shoulders and met your gaze. “Well, the fact that it was you made it even better.” Your stomach nearly flipped at his words.

‘What—“

“I just mean that it was special to see someone I know and care about on that stage.” His cheeks reddened as he peered off to his left. “Honestly, Y/N, you’re an important person in my life. Sure, you’re the partner of a fellow driver, but—“

“That’s debatable.” You didn’t realize you had said the words aloud until Charles reacted. His eyes widened as they locked on you. His whole body tensed for moment, is what almost seemed like a mixture of anger and… maybe relief?

“What are you saying?” Charles’ voice was soft, soothing. You sighed as you plopped back down on your stool.

“Max and I haven’t been right for a while. I mean, the intention is there, but the actual feelings behind it aren’t anymore. I really hit me on that stage tonight, when I was singing. Those words were written about him when I first wrote them, but now, they aren’t. It’s almost like they are meant for someone else now.” You stiffened at your lack of a filter. “I don’t even know why the fuck I’m telling you this.”

Charles sat on the make-up stand in front of you and sighed. He was closer than you expected, his legs almost brushing yours. You peered up at him as he reach out for your arm.

“I’m sorry you’re going through this, Y/N. But, sometimes our gut tries to tell our brain what is really best for us. And, now, I think that is what yours is trying to do.” His hand gently grazed down your arm, making its way to your hand. He curled his fingers around your palm as he rubbed circles on the back if your hand with his thumb.

“Well, I guess you’re right. I’ve been feeling it for a while, but pushing it off, not wanting to believe it.” You crossed your legs and nibbled nervously on your bottom lip.

Charles nodded ever so slightly as he listened, still holding your hand in his. He squeezed it gently, as if trying to soothe you. But, the weird part was that you didn’t really need to be soothed. You weren’t upset by the love lost between you and Max. He had his busy life, you and yours, and there wasn’t much in between. Sure, when you first started seeing each other, there was something there. Max was sweet and romantic for the first year or so. But, then everything just crumbled. You couldn’t remember a specific instance when it started. But, tonight was the affirmation that there was nothing between you anymore.

Charles tugged on your hand gently, waking you from your thoughts. You sighed and looked up at him, unable to hold back a smile as his eyes met yours.

“Y/N, you mentioned that your song seemed like it was meant for someone else now.” You heart nearly punched out of your chest. “Is there someone in particular?”

You slowly nodded, trying to calm your heart rate. “Yeah, Charles. You.”

Charles leaned back slightly, as if he wasn’t expecting the words that left your mouth. You knew better, by how he was holding your hand. No, he knew what you were going to say. What surprised him was the fact that you actually said it. Honestly, you were just as surprised.

You gasped lightly as Charles quickly stood, pulling you up with him. You rose to your feet, and found yourself pressed lightly against Charles’ chest. He was warm, the scent of cologne filling your senses.

Charles quickly took a step back and sucked in a shallow breath, still staring at you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that—“

You cut him off with a kiss. You had no idea what had compelled you to do it, but it just happened.

Your heart pounded again as Charles kissed you back, his arm snaking around the small of your back as he pulled you against him. His warm lips encased yours gently, yet passionately, while his free hand found the back of your neck. You melted into his touch, taking in the comfort and passion heating in your chest.

Charles’ fingers snaked through your hair, coaxing a breathy whimper from the back of your throat. His lips curled into a smirk against yours, making your stomach flip.

There was something natural about bring held by Charles. It felt like something you had experienced for years, like it was something you were meant to do. Sure, that could just be your brain getting all sappy, but you couldn’t dismiss your feelings now. After all, they got you here in the first place.

Charles’ phone pinged loudly in his pocket. He slowly pulled his lips from yours, smiling as he gazed down at you.

“That would be Carlos. He is driving me back.” You froze for a moment, furrowing your brow.

“He’s been waiting for you all this time?” Charles chuckled.

“I told him I was going to find the restroom, and say goodbye if I can find you.” Charles winked, or at least attempted to. “For all he knows, I’ve been in the bathroom.”

You huffed a chuckle. “I don’t think he would believe that.” Charles laughed with you, just shaking his head.

“What he doesn’t know right now won’t hurt, right?” You nodded in agreement, then leaned back in one more time for a quick kiss.

“You should go meet up with him. I’ll see you tomorrow at the race.” The grin on your face wasn’t leaving anytime soon. “Craig is going to drive me back.”

Charles nodded, matching your grin. “You have my phone number right?” You nodded. “Please let me know that you are back safe. It’s late.” Your stomach swirled at his words.

“I will.”

After one more nod from the Ferrari driver, you watched him walk out of your dressing room. A few moments after he left, you plopped yourself down on your stool, wondering what the hell came next. You turned and looked at yourself in the mirror. Whatever your next move was, it was going to happen after your got all of that make-up off.

#charles leclerc #max verstappen #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #Charles Leclerc fluff #f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader

[kitkat-the-muffin]

For a while I rationalized the existence of the Homestuck Epilogues just cause I like Davekat and I just wanted to accept them being canon even if it also meant accepting tons and tons of character assassination and a terrible storyline

But honestly it’s time I take off the shipping goggles and acknowledge that all of the Epilogues is a mess, including my favorite ship content. They, like everyone else, are out of character and are making decisions that they’d never do

Roxy, who once threw a whole funeral for a cat, would never show disrespect at the death of one of her best friends

Jade would never prioritize invading other peoples relationships when she could be enjoying the company of her family and friends

John would never sit back and accept his fate, whether it be straight up dying or living a life of mundanity, if it meant he’d be miserable with it

Jake would never let people use him for their own gain (again), Dirk would never manipulate people (not after his character arc geez guys), Rose would never give up the chance to fix a problem herself, Kanaya would never leave her wife to suffer alone, Jane would never become the next Condesce, etc, etc.

And despite my rationalization of the Davekat scene through my shipping goggles, I have to admit that Dave would never jump headfirst into both a crush and relationship, especially when you account for his trauma. At the very least, he wouldn’t confess to having a crush without blabbering on about his anxieties first, likely coming out in the middle of a rant on accident (don’t deny it, you know he would) in the same way he accidentally calls Jane “John’s hot grandma.” He’d probably say something like “I’m going through a bisexual crisis, a bi-sis if you will- oh yeah I’m bi by the way, hahah bi-by like bye-bye which is what I should be doing before I embarrass myself further ok bye”

I can see him saying all that ^ more than I can see him downing a ton of alcohol and kissing his crush as if he was in some sort of romcom. Homestuck’s always been really good at deviating from tropes and making the characters feel more like real people, and real people don’t succumb to romcom scenarios. Karkat would smack the romcom out of Dave long before ever succumbing to his own romantic fantasies (It’s like, say you always wanted to be a fairy princess but once you actually turn into one you’re like “uhhh what this is so unrealistic and kind of uncomfortable...” Idk bad example). The point is that no one actually wants to be in a romcom, they just want some of those romantic events like singing songs and having deep emotional conversations, but not suddenly kissing each other after screaming at the fourth wall that’s for sure

Karkat is knowledgable enough in romcoms to know when he’s in one, and you know as hell he won’t give into a cheap narrative like that. Karkat’s never been one to let fate strangle him into submission, he wouldn’t have survived to 6 sweeps on Alternia if he had. Also, he has no interest in politics, not after the whole Gamzee thing anyway, and while I do think Karkat cares a lot for Dave and would want to make him happy, he surely wouldn’t do so by running for President. Karkat’s the kind of person who shows affection with little actions, like drawing with chalk or listening to music. You know, quality time

And I think it’s time that I woke up from my own romcom fantasy and realized that while I want these characters to have a happy ending, this just isn’t them in the first place

I’d like to hear some thoughts from non-davekat shippers on the subject. Nothing anti-davekat I mean, more like some opinions from people who are davekat-indifferent. How did this character development affect readers without red-tinted shipping goggles?

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas

[gyewbin]

🐹 %% BUT SOMETIMES

OO2. What an ugly username

(social media slides @ the end ^_^)

The first day of school— well, only Yujin’s first day, (the school year started three whole months ago)— passes by swimmingly. It was kind of boring, nothing out of the ordinary except for a few people fawning over his good looks and some people wanting to befriend him. Oh, and the strange kid that talked to him this morning… which for some reason they had, quite literally, every single class together. All of which the guy had somehow ended up raging in every one, like how do you even manage to get angry in literature class?

He understands disliking certain characters in novels, but Yujin doesn’t think it was ever that serious. The guy’s anger seems to be normal too, ‘cause nobody even batted an eye when he was on the verge of tears over a Quizlet Live team game. What the? What! What are you even doing! Don’t you know the difference between mitosis and meiosis? He’d berated his team mates, promptly slumping back in his chair in disappointment when team Unicorns took the win.

What a strange dude, Yujin reminisces, it’s almost as if I can see him right now. But why is his hallucination of… What was his name again? Gunhak? Woobaek? Whatever his name is, why was it waving at him? And smiling?

It takes Yujin five seconds and for the boy to jog up next to him to recognize that his hallucination was, in fact, not a hallucination and that he is now subject to more rambling much like the rants he received from the boy earlier this morning. He couldn’t remember what was said, but he doesn’t think it matters.

Yujin’s gotta give it to this guy. Whatever his name is, he sure is committed to talking to Yujin. Like geez, is this the extroverted olympics or what? If it was, Yujin would be in dead last.

“Hi!” The boy in front of him waved again, like he wasn’t directly in front of him. “It’s Woonhak! From this morning!”

Ah, Woonhak. That’s his name.

“Hi.” Yujin responded, cut and short. He’s always been the shy type. Gosh, he couldn’t even look this guy in the eye for five seconds. He’s spent so much time rambling about how peculiar this guy is in his head that he’s completely forgotten about how weird he is himself.

The guy— Woonhak, reaches a hand out, “Nice to meet you!”— which Yujin doesn’t really understand, ‘cause they already met this morning. Regardless, he reaches out and shakes the slightly taller boy’s hand. Taller than Yujin is a first, he’s usually the tallest or one of the tallest in his grade. Damn, what’s with this kid? He has at least five centimeters on him.

“Let’s be friends?”

Yujin responds with a nod. Woonhak giggles.

“What year were you born in?” The taller boy asks, leading the conversation with a bright smile. Maybe he got rid of all that anger during his classes, because now he looks like a little sheep(?) in contrast to the grizzly bear anger he displayed throughout the day.

‘07, Yujin would reply. Ah, that means I’m your hyung then! Woonhak beams in return, and the conversation goes a lot smoother than the tall-but-not-yet-taller-boy would’ve thought.

During their conversation, Yujin learns Woonhak gets picked up by his older sister, which Yujin would chime in and say he should be getting picked up by his older brother. He also obtains the older guy’s phone number, along with his atrociously long Twitter username.

( “Woonhak112906..?” The bunny-like boy breathed out, stifling his laughter.

“Yeah! What’s so funny about it?!”

“Nothing, nothing..” small giggles erupt from his mouth as he types in the hilarious Twitter handle and clicks follow. “What an ugly username.”

“Yah!!” )

Soon enough, they’re the only two still waiting outside to be picked up, all of the surrounding children having gotten into their own respective rides, some groaning when their mothers shouted greetings out their car windows, some sighing in relief, and some running straight to their ride with a wide smile.

They’re in the middle of discussing the latest Pokémon episode when a, quite angry sounding, shout calling for Woonhak interrupts them.

“Woonhakie! Get your ass in the car! This fucker behind me just pissed me off!” A girl shouts, behind the head of a blonde guy— wait, isn’t that the Ricky on Twitter that Gyuvin’s always obsessing over? The girl, presumably Woonhak’s older sister then sticks her head out of her own window, directing her next string of curses to the car behind her, and, ohmygodisthatHanbinHyung???

The boy next to him laughs, not the same laugh from earlier, he definitely sounded embarrassed this time around, and then bids Yujin a goodbye, see you tomorrow! As he races down to his ride. Yujin can briefly hear him whine a, noona, you’re embarrassing me!! Before he shuts his car door. Yujin goes to climb into his stepbrother’s car, resisting the urge to bark out a laugh at Hanbin’s bright red face of anger.

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a/n. sorry for the long writing portion TT i tried to keep it to a minimum i promise !! do you guys like written parts? if not, i’ll keep written chapters to a minimum!

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#🐹! but sometimes #hanbin x reader #sung hanbin #hanbin #sung hanbin x reader #zb1 hanbin #zb1 smau #zb1 x reader #zb1 fluff #zerobaseone #zb1 hanbin x reader #zerobaseone smau #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone x reader

[writingdespair]

Hi! I'd like to ask for Junko headcanons w/ a person who's her complete opposite? They are really proper and refined, and they find life and people in general to be very interesting. Basically the opposite of her belief that everything is boring. Thank you!

Anon, please forgive me! I failed to notice where it said headcanons. I was already finished once I realized my mistake. I hope you still like this request regardless.

CW: toxic relationships

Junko Enoshima with a partner with opposite beliefs

“Isn’t it beautiful, Junko? The world is so amazing.” You stand before a wall of pictures. For years, you have strived to take in the world. Animals, buildings, nature, people. Humanity’s beauty, captured on your wall.

Your girlfriend scoffs. “You see this stuff everyday. It’s boring. Aren’t you tired of this whole ‘humanity is wonderful’ crap?” Junko drags a single, long nail down a picture of your classmates, leaving a scratch.

“Oh no, never. I could never find the world boring. There are ways to find beauty in everything, no matter how ugly they may be.”

Picking up her decorated school bag, Junko rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Text me when you’re ready to have some real fun.” She pinches your face between her fingers, leaving a chaste, almost bitter, kiss. Not once looking back at you, she leaves.

A small smile graced your lips. “Don’t you see, Junko?” You whisper to your closed door. “Everything can be beautiful.”

The sun is beginning to set on the horizon. Many students of Hope's Peak Academy trickle out through the gate. Positioned with a camera, you fail to notice the moral compass heading your way.

“Excuse me! School has ended. I am most certain you are not a part of a club, (Name). It is against school regulation to hang around after hours!” He rants.

“Ishimaru, good afternoon.” You look away from your camera to meet his glaring, red eyes. “I was just waiting for Junko. She seems to be running a bit late today.” You peer around the courtyard.

“Enoshima has already left! I will let you off with a warning this time. Please do not let it happen again.” 

Confusion crossed your face before settling into a serene smile. Junko was always a wild card. “Thank you for telling me, Ishimaru. I will be off now.” He gives you a low bow before marching away. 

You flip through the camera as you walk through your neighborhood. All wonderful shots to add to your collection. It always warmed you to see how beautiful people could be.

A text tone pulls you from your thoughts. Pulling out your phone, you flip it open to see a message from Junko.

‘Meet me in your backyard, sweetie. I have a surprise for you! ~<3’

You gazed lovingly at your phone. She loved to surprise you with the money she made from her modeling gigs. Though they ranged from a new camera to a box of bugs, you found beauty in every single one. 

It made Junko sick.

Walking to the small backyard of your house, the smell of gasoline hits you. It’s pungent and nauseating. “Junko? Are you there?” 

Her familiar, grating laughter fills the air. You look up from your phone to see Junko and many large stacks of pictures. Your pictures to be exact. Junko had left school early to take down every single photograph from your room. Every single precious memory. Every single flash drive and backup you possessed.

“You finally made it! Geez I felt like I’d be here forever.” Junko pouts as she plays with a box of matches.

You take a hesitant step forward. “Junko, darling, what- what are you doing?” Your hand reached out attempting to halt her movement. As you step closer the gasoline smell gets stronger and stronger.

She strikes a match, holding the flame just in front of her. “It’s your surprise, silly!”

“Junko wait!” 

It’s too late. Her perfectly manicured fingers drop the match into the gasoline soaked pile. Years of your hard work bursting into a fiery mass. Dark smoke billows into the air.

Your eyes darken with grief. You crumple to the ground, not caring about the stains left on your uniform. Your shoulders shake as tears begin to spill down. “Why? Why would you do something so cruel?! You know how much those pictures meant to me!”

“Hyahaha! Of course I did! That’s why I got rid of them.” The black leather of her boots enter your vision. Her cold hands gripping your damp face. “That’s right, baby. Show me your despair!” Junko practically spat in your face. “But don’t worry, I saved one picture.”

From her uniform pocket, Junko pulls out a photo. One you took on your first date. You were both smiling. It was a wonderful day that you had to capture.

With shaky hands, you reach for the picture. A hopeful smile adorning your face.

A look of hope soon crushed as she rips the picture to shreds before your eyes. The fire grows brighter as Junko throws the scraps into the burning pile.

“I love you, sweetie!” She wraps her arms around your shaking frame. “I love you so much!” She yells over your pained sobs.

#junko enoshima x reader #danganronpa x reader #thh x reader #danganronpa #junko x reader #junko enoshima #dr x reader #x reader

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 8 Elation

(Spoilers below)

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-RIGHT OUT THE GATE! WHEN HOW DID SHE EVEN!? THE THIRST!

-MY KWAMI THE THIRST! A minute is an eternity with the right person. Ladybug Calm the calamity that is your hormones

-Chat noir… HOW ARE YOU SO DENSE! She kissed you four times! Four!

-Geez EVERYONE is thirsty for chat noir. I don’t blame the selfie craving

-Marinette venting. And Alya pointing out the reasons she turned chat noir down in the first place.

-Now Marinette is kicking herself over it.

-Marinette pointing fingers

-So that’s how they ended up in the trash. She wants to kiss her meow meow

-Baby boy! He is precious. He wants to see Marinette

-Sabine is like “is something wrong with him?”

-Tom

-Marinette is busy destroying evidence. My heart

-LOOK AT HIM!

-Marinette’s rant

-Which is like “I’m a woman, I have a RIGHT to be into chat noir.” Like damn

-No! Adrien now known as the Alliance boy.

-So much for freedom

-Adrien now sad cause he can’t see Marinette. Baby boy

-Adrien getting visably annoyed by people wanting pictures. “Can’t I be sad for 5 mins about my love life!?”

-Marinette no… he’s right there!

-Chat noir has to pretend he didn’t see that

-the Marichat. They are both so awkward! I’m deceased

-HOW IS THIS ONLY MINUTE 5!?

-They are both nervous messes! I love it!

-WHAT IS THIS!? (My marichat soul is Emerging! I thought I had become sane but no! NO IM FERAL)

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-They baited me, I thought there would be a kiss.

-Alya and Tikki realizing they are overreacting. Alya assuring her it’s fine…

-Until it isn’t and Marinette is gone!

-THEY ARE LOOKING FOR ANDRE! You fools! You will doom us all!!!!

-Marinette ignored Alya’s call. Girl about to cause the end of the world because of thirst!!!

-Yo that looked fun

-“we are here for ice cream, unless you sell hot dogs” only Hot dog Dan can.

-Andre just OUTTED chat noir and Marinette! Damn!!!

-Wow, THAT FUCKING HURT.

-The happy mood gone… just sorrow

-Oh nice try, they trying to bait me again. You can fool me once. But this will get interrupted again

-LITTLE CHEEK KISSES it’s cute but it won’t make me believe what they trying to imply

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

-They did it! The fucking madlads! They fucking did it

-I’m feral don’t touch me right now

-And now it’s ANGST! (I’m being fed so much today)

-Monarch. CAN YOU NOT RIGHT NOW! Like s***!

-Oh no!!! Oh f***!

-Demasker, OOH. NEW AKUMANETTE JUST DROPPED

-OH SHIT 2! WE GET TWO KISSES!

-oh damn, and that one Was ANGSTY AF!!!

-But Marinette realizes what almost happened

-Glaciator 3 LETS GO!

-but now with Tiger powers

-GEEZ Andre calm down! You salty on Marinette

-Chat noir just cut him in half! Good thing he’s icecream

-OH DAMN, Alya might be dead.

-That’s a LOT OF FIRE for an ice cream man

-Glaciator can’t take the miraculous, his hands are too big! Of f***ing course

-Oh that’s creepy, Andre’s hand moving out of the ice cream

-Oh thank goodness, Alya is alive. And she is gutsy

-So the ladynoir.

-Chat noir explaining. It’s sweet and sad

-A giant umbrella. Must you hurt me!

-THEY JUST IMPALED HIM! Damn!

-My Buttocks, YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT!?

-Alya being a wingwoman.

-Ooo looks like It’s getting worse Gabe. GOOD

-oh no… Gabriel knows Chat noir loves Marinette. He is gonna exploit it. DONT YOU DARE YOU BASTARD!

-Chat noir does want to kiss her, but he wants to be sure it’s not an admiration thing. I get that.

-Adrien and Marinette going through it.

-But Adrien doesn’t stay down for too long

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Well,

Ahem

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fucking Fuckity Fuck!

Mother fucking shit!

This episode.

THIS EPISODE!

How dare it!! How dare it make me experience these feelings!

How fucking dare give me everything I ever wanted and then, And then it rip my heart out and piss all over it and make me want more

I need a moment

12/10

The comedy

The romance

The angst

Everything was so GHGGHGGGGAASSGG

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml elation #gale reviews #I’m dying #I’m dead #I’ve ascended #I’m death #the angst #the drama #screaming

[joshbruh10x]

Ok first how long have you shipped Fazcule

second did freddy and Bonnie see Monty at the same time and go " yup he's ours now" or did one fall then the other,

Thirdly did you ever write out or draw out how that kind of relationship affects the game or does it exist separately

And finally ( sorry it's long) I have a dumb, probably not funny doodle comic idea I'd like to draw and it would cross over our characters so I'm asking for permission to draw your characters totally fine if you rather I didn't

Oh my asks about the Fazcule <:0

It's been a while!!!

(warning, very stupid long rant, I didn't realize how long I've written, oh dear god I'm so sorry)

Ok firstly, when I went to Tumblr with the help of @lmaojune (hi bestie if you see this). I was completely blind to the fandom, I used to be in a Pokemon Amino and posted whatever, what're aus? What're fics? Ships? Didn't know em. Then saw all the Monteddy art and was like y'know what? Why not draw them. Then it dawned on me I could basically draw anything I wanted , didn't matter how goofy (yes it took me that long to realize, I was a very serious artist back in Amino). Not long, I saw everyone's Glamrock Fronnie, as a Monty enthusiast I was like NOOOO HE WAS LEFT OUT :( but then I stumbled upon other people's art with Monty and Bonnie, I've read so much fics about them being enemies or fics where Bonnie's the abusive partner of either Monty or Freddy but I didn't see him as how I see him today (the sweet idiot hornball). Then I started drawing Bonnie more but then I saw Izzy (holidayturkeyy who which I will NOT tag I do not need them seeing this rant guys, pls save me the humility) and their idea of a polycule with the three guys, polycule and Fazbear? BOOM FAZCULE (also it's a reason I don't call the ship Gatorbearbun, I think that derived from Twitter? The hellscape land of musk :> /hj), and THE ART WAS TOO SWEET I COULDNT KVMDKDLS then dots aligned and I got hooked. Sorry for the long answer but to cut this short, I've been shipping them ever since I've discovered the ship's exsistance, that being like 2 years ago already (geez time is fast)

Secondly, yeah that was my first impression of the ship, Freddy and Bonnie are ogs and they find this new guy they both really like so they were both like YEAHHHHH we'll just uhhh talk to him. And then they started to become a polycule. Although I did have ideas back then where Bonnie and Monty drag Freddy into their relationship. This is actually canon to the TOH au me and June share.

Third, yes actually! If you go to AO3 and see my Fazcule Drabbles (short Fazcule Oneshots which I have yet to update lcsmdmldnfk), multiple times have I mentioned about the effects of a polycule relationship to their modern lives, I'm about to do the same thing with a new fic series I am about to write (still on break from writing lol)

And lastly HELL TO THE YES I WOULD FRICKIN LOVE THAT And I've mentioned it before, I WOULD LOVE FANART/IF SOMEONE WERE TO USE MY CHARACTERS/IDEAS

I don't see anything wrong with it (unless people yoink my art and claim it as theirs, ya know those kinda stuff)

Sorry for the long rant lmao :p

#montgomery gator #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #askjosh #joshblogs #fazcule #headcanons #IM STILL SORRY FOR THE LONG RANT I GOT EXCITED WHEN I SAW AN ASK

[uwurakax]

ー　Ｈ２Ｏ　「 ＨＡＩＫＹＵＵ 」　♡

summary individual haikyuu characters finding our you’re a mermaid! c: ♡

featuring kageyama || hinata || oikawa || atsumu || osamu ♡

-> these are too much fun, can’t stop won’t stop!! so many scenarios, can’t wait to continue. pushing the mermaid agenda real hard rn ngl 💕✨

parts one and two ( masterlist for h2o + hq here )

ー　ｋａｇｅｙａｍａ　ｔｏｂｉｏ　影山 飛雄　♡

kageyama is shocketh to the coreth shocked at the revelation of you. you, his manager, one he may or may not have unrequited feelings for, or so he thinks. he stood speechless at the foot of the pool, staring down at you. you had emerged from the water after a moment of hiding, looking back at him. You looked scared. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve understood why. his silence caused further anxiety in you, and the moment he heard his teammates, he snapped out of his stupor. you ducked down below the water again, hiding on the edge and tucked against the wall, praying that no one else would see you. he quickly turned and ran, telling his upperclassman not to worry, and when tsukishima and hinata tried further he brushed them off angrily, telling them to go away and mind their own business. hinata started to sulk, calling him names while tsukishima decided to tease him to hell while he waked off. they all eventually went away, and he finally made it back, kneeling down against the edge of the pool. he wasn’t sure what he should do now, but he knew he couldn’t leave you alone, and he’d wait until you were ready. he’d hold off on the questions, for now he just wanted to keep you, and your newfound secret, safe.

ー　ｈｉｎａｔａ　ｓｈｏｙｏ　日向 翔陽　♡

hinata is dumbfounded. you a… oh geez, he really should’ve paid attention in class when they were talking about myths and legends from around the world.. wait! a mermaid! that’s it! the movement of the water of the pool vaguely distorting the fishy tail that was now in place of your legs. he was curious, so badly did he want to know about you! were you born like this? how’d it happen? do you have any cool powers? how long can you breathe underwater for? all these questions started to pop into his head, childlike glee emanating from him at the revelation of you. he smiled, ready to rant and rave all about you. he liked you, he really did, and this? well it just made him like you more! his face dropped at the scared look you had given him, making yourself look small as you tried to hide fruitlessly beneath the clear water. you hugged close the edge, a false sense of security to try and salvage a fake pre-tense of normalcy between you. hinata, after a few moments, figured of course you’d be scared at the situation, this wasn’t something to spread or talk about freely, and he couldn’t help but think of how lonely it must’ve been. leaning down, he held his hands over your own wet ones, saddened slightly at the way you flinched. looking into your eyes, hinata gently smiled at you, promising that it was okay and whatever you needed, you could trust him. the sincerity behind his words solidified it; you believed him.

ー　ｏｉｋａｗａ ｔōｒｕ　 及川 徹　♡

after seeing the current state of you, everything just clicked. he had noticed the differences in how you carried yourself, and the little ticks and quirks you had developed. he didn’t want to pry though, it’s not like it was any of his business, but that still hurt. the irrational part of oikawa did want to know your business, regardless of whether he should or shouldn’t; he wanted. at times he more or less was able to keel his true feelings from you; at others, well, let’s say he got an earful of teasing from his 3 closest friends. you hadn’t noticed though, constantly on edge, anxiety coursing through you that you couldn’t notice it. you hated the way he looked at you, god why weren’t you more careful?! there was no way oikawa could be interested in you now, not when he had beautiful girls lines up for him, ones that could cheer for him. not a… freak. you couldn’t take it, damn it all, you’d wait until he left and never speak to him again! he’d eventually have to leave, it was much easier than having your heart crushed. this way, at least you could fake some semblance that he wouldn’t hate you. you don’t think you could handle if oikawa hated you. with your hands on the wall, you quickly dipped below, the chill of the late afternoon water overtaking you. just as you were about to push off you felt warm hands envelope your cold ones. it felt like the warm rays of the sun, and despite years of volleyball training, soft and gentle. you slowly came back up, and like the sun, you basked in the warmth that was oikawa toru.

ー　ｍｉｙａ　ａｔｓｕｍｕ　宮 侑　♡

looking up at atsumu you weren’t sure what you were expecting. for him to laugh, to tease or make fun of you. atsumu wasn’t exactly the most considerate guy, and you were ready for any kind of insult he may have thrown your way, no matter how much that would’ve hurt. for once, he was quiet, so unlike the atsumu you had come to know and love. it unnerved you, the eerie silence didn’t suit the louder, more obnoxious twin. for what felt like forever, you and atsumu just stared at each other, neither willing to even move a muscle. you both broke out of your trance when you heard the rest of the team coming, the footsteps growing louder and you grew more and more terrified. one was bad enough, but if the whole team found out?! with nowhere to go, you were stuck, aimlessly looking side to side for some kind of miracle or escape. it happened so fast, the rustling of clothes, atsumu throwing off his shoes and soon enough he was diving right into the pool. you could barely whisper his name before he held you close, shielding you as the team came. you huddled closer to him as he told the rest of the team you were fine and told samu to get lost as he smirked and teased, flipping the bird as suna got that lovely candid shot before they decided to leave you two be. you couldn’t help but think maybe you had gotten it all wrong; atsumu was, in his own right, a considerate guy.

ー　ｍｉｙａ　ｏｓａｍｕ　宮 治　♡

osamu wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he heard your yell, promptly followed by a splash, but this was not it. he was stunned at the state of you. your legs were replaced with a glistening tail, his eyes honing in on the way it moved, the ripples in the water adding to the wonder. you didn’t know what to do or say, looking down shamefully at your tail. you hated it, there was no way he could ever like you now. it was no secret that the miya twins had fans. pretty and normal girls. ones who wouldn’t have oddities to even just get him a drink. your chance was now lost with osamu, and you couldn’t help but want to cry. you took a deep shaky inhale, tears already starting to form. you hadn’t even confessed yet and you already felt like your heart was torn in two. you were stopped by osamu who knelt down, hand coming up to cup your face. his thumb wiping away your tears. looking at him you could tell he was sincere, knew that you were safe with him. his gaze constantly peered down to your tail, like he was hypnotised by it. you were still nervous, but any pretence of privacy was long gone. you started to move and shift, confusing osamu, until you had lifted your tail to the surface. before he could ask you nodded, signalling that it was okay. you trusted osamu, and the smile he had while running his fingers so gently over your scales confirmed to you that you really were safe. the weight lifted off your shoulders at having someone you adored, and could trust wholeheartedly, knowing your life changing secret. and as osamu stopped, shuffling over to get closer to your face and moving wet hair behind your ear, muttering a thank you, the tears that spilled from you this time were ones of happiness.

#MERMAIDS FOR THE WIN PERIODT NO CRITICISMS #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #oikawa x reader #hq!! x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu hcs #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #hinata hcs #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata x reader #kageyama headcanons #kageyama x reader #osamu x reader #osamu headcanons #osamu hcs #oikawa hcs #oikawa headcanons #hinata headcanons

[underrated-love]

11:55pm - New Years Eve

Characters | Futakuchi x reader

A/N | Kicking off the new year with a v self indulgent post. 2023 give me a lover, please and Thankyou :)

Also I have no idea what people do on New Year’s Eve or whatever so I’m just making stuff up, glowsticks and funny glasses galore. I think he would look so dumb in them <33

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Blanket spread out, mozzie repellent on, and less than 5 minutes until midnight. When your friends had begged you to join them out here, you were already torn between deciding whether to stay up into the new year, or finally catch up on some of the sleep you’ve been missing.

But eventually it came down to wanting to be in the company of your friends. Between their jobs and volleyball games, you didn’t get much time to spend with all of them at the same time, so an opportunity like this was just too good to miss.

4 Minutes left and everyone had settled down, well, except for Koganegawa, who may have have a tiny bit too much to drink and would rather keep getting up to change seats than just get comfy.

You sat to the edge of the blanket, listening to the rest of their soft conversations and fighting off the tiredness that was steadily creeping up on you. Futakuchi was next to you, discussing something that sounded like volleyball tactics to Aone, who sat to his left, while Kogane kept butting in with stories of things that had happened in the Sendai Frogs; like the time Kyotani had accidentally broken Tsukishima’s glasses and they refused to talk to each other for almost the entire week.

3 Minutes left. Someone had pulled out some glowsticks apparently, and Futakuchi had turned to you to give you a glowstick bracelet.

“Geez you look tired,’ he commented as you slipped the glowsticks over your wrist. “Just don’t go falling asleep on me, ok?”

“Oh don’t worry, your annoying voice is gonna keep me awake just fine.” You both grin at the mutual teasing and he turns away to grab more glowsticks off Aone, who is methodically cracking them to make a necklace.

2 Minutes.

You couldn’t help but to stare at Futakuchi. Maybe it was the tiredness building up, or maybe the bit of alcohol you had had, but in the soft neon glow surrounding him, he looked beautiful. The soft curves of his nose and lips, the slight fluffiness of his hair, and even the dumb novelty ‘end of year’ glasses he was wearing.

He’d been one of your best friends for some time now, but lately even the most mundane things seemed exciting when he was around.

The non-stop playful banter whenever you went shopping together; the way he would rant to you about about an annoying customer at his job. You had found yourself looking forward to any interactions with him.

60 Seconds.

“Ooh someone’s got a staring problem!” Kogane slumped down beside you, throwing his long arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. “You should take a picture. It lasts longer~“

You shoved him lightly, not like you would’ve been able to move him anyway. “Shut up, I wasn’t staring.” Lowering your voice, you hoped he would do the same to not risk Futakucki listening in on your conversation. Kogane just shrugged, throwing you a knowing smile as he lifted himself up to go bother someone else.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you began to hear people from other nearby blankets counting down the seconds as your friends began to join them.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

Blankets rustled softly as you glanced at Futakuchi taking a quick sip from the bottle in his hands.

“7!”

“6!”

His eyes met yours for a moment and he joined in the countdown with a wide smile.

“5!”

“4!”

Your fingers brushed against his where they lay on the blanket. His hand twitched, but he didn’t move away.

“3!”

You caught his eyes again, and this time you could see the shine in them, even behind his dumb novelty glasses. And you didn’t miss the way his stare flickered down to your lips.

“2!”

He hesitated. But a solid nudge from Aone had him leaning in towards your face. Your hand gently grabbing his.

“1!”

His lips met yours. Clumsily and quickly, but perfect none the less.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Fireworks exploded in front of you, bathing Futakuchi in more of those pretty coloured glows. He pulled back, an almost invisible flush to his cheeks.

Aone hummed, as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ and Futakuchi made a mental note to talk to him later about not pressuring people into stuff, all the while he gently tugged you to sit closer to him. Mumbling softly, “I won’t mind if you wanna fall asleep now.”

And you knew you had made the best choice in going out with them tonight.

#haikyuu x reader #futakuchi x reader #hq x reader #i post #i write

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Pausing halfway through reading one of your fics to pop in and say I really love your narration and character voices. It’s not common in fanfic for an author to write in a way that’s layered enough for the reader to gain their own insights and conclusions. Like I’m in the last chapter of therianthropy and there’s the stuff that happens on the same page when there’s dissonance between thoughts and actions or when Karen buys Matt the sympathy muffin and Matt’s mad that that tactic totally works, and there’s also the longer story motifs that must be so hard to tie together when you’re publishing at the same time as actively writing.

The bit that got me to stop is when teenage Matt’s at Fogwell’s. Previously we saw Fogs starting to talk about the little boxing found family and Matt’s all “oh geez I hope he doesn’t start the lecture about sacred boxing fraternity 🙄”. And on its own this was a great scene because it showcased the characterisation of Fogs, Matt and Lisa in a few short paragraphs. Fogs is real passionate about this one thing, Matt’s heard this windbag go on about it a million times and is comfortable enough to be a little bitch, and Lisa’s relaxing for the first time in a /long/ while. And it’s beautiful.

But then. BUT THEN!!!!!!! This *fucking* speech Fogs was about to launch into!!!!!! Is the very thing that made Matt feel genuinely loved for the first time since Jack died!!!!!!!! Nearly ten years!!!!!!!!! And when Matt finds this traumatised teenage soldier that needs reassurance, love and support, he takes her to the the place where that unconditional care was given to him all those years ago and arhgrgahgrhhogohrgohhhh don’t even get me started on kintsugi ok I hope u never stop creating ok ur fics make me wanna howl at the fucking moon

2/2 Sorry my coherency evaporated real quick there. Your stories are also laugh out loud funny

Hello extremely kind ask I have neglected in my ask box for far too long. Thank you for your kind words they made me extremely happy and made me feel more competent than I actually am.

The tough part about fanfiction is that everything y'all get is basically a first draft because, like you said, it's publish-as-you-go and I don't have the chance to go back and rewrite the story to be more cohesive. Like, the act of writing itself means the plot and characters are still developing, and i really rely on editing and second drafts for that in a way that's not super possible with fanfiction. Sometimes the characters just Do Things and i'm like "wha--stop that. why are you. since when do you. why didn't you do that like 100k words ago." and it gives it a very flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants vibe from my perspective.

I am a very big fan of Recycling when it comes to my writing, and i think it makes it seem a little more put-together than it is. Like, I always have big Scenes in my head that exist from the start of the story that I know are going to make an appearance, so I just bury references to them them I need to craft the moments leading up. Or, if I don't have a scene planned and there's something missing, I tend towards trying to tie it back to something that already existed in the story, so there's a little bit more of a common line running through it. Granted, if you do this too much it seems a little kitschy, so I don't always do it, but I'm a firm believe in using what you have to the fullest extent.

If i recall correctly, Fogs' confusing Matt into staying by just sort of talking until he passed out was a Big Scene and I was just planting my chekov's guns like a deeply unqualified gardner who should have been fired a long time ago and never given access to the guns safe. I knew that I wanted Lisa being taken in by Matt to parallel his own recovery from Stick, so it was sort of low-hanging fruit to have Fogs go off on the same rant. I also kind of liked it because I think time does a lot for reframing how we think of things.

Like, when Matt first gets Fogs' speech about Ancient Sumerian Men Beating The Hell Out Of Each Other, he's half starved, half feral, and trying to fling himself back out into the hostile streets of New York because he feels safer alone than he has ever felt with other people. He passes out, wakes up with a blanket over him and Fogs asleep at his desk even when he doesn't have to be. Like you said--it's the first time in a very long time that he's felt safe.

Then, when he's in the future, it's just very casual. It's not really framed as remarkable, and Matt doesn't hold it in his mind as something that glitters. I thought it showed an enormous amount of healing for him to be so comfortable with Fogs that he didn't seem to remember that this was something that once brought him to tears.

And you're also right about Matt bringing her there--it was easy recycling in the sense that i needed to answer the question of "where would he bring this traumatized child he doesn't know how to help" and figured the answer was "probably the place that helped him."

Thank you for your kind words they made me extremely happy and I'm very glad you like my writing

#if you have an unanswered ask in my ask box you are not being ignored I’m just still chipping away at them #one day I’ll finish cleaning out my ask box and it will be over for all you bitches #see I go through this cycle where I start to answer them and then I can’t finish in one sitting and then it sits in my drafts for months #when i say some have been in my drafts for like. a year. #see i was doing them in order that they came in but that just ended in a lot more asks getting very old so now i just answer at random #with zero rhyme or reason #will you get an answer in a minute or a year even i don't know #but yeah from my perspective its messy screaming hurtling down a cliff and landing wrong but trying to make it look purposeful #i'm thrilled and touched you like it

[t00turnttrauma]

Can you write a one shot about Josh surprising you with his hair

Of course!!!

Josh looked at himself, holding the handheld mirror up and imagining it. “I don’t know,” he mumbled, trying to imagine the sides buzzed.

Sam wiped the gel from his hands. “I promise it’s going to look good. Would I ever lie to you?” He corrected himself. “About your appearance?”

The oldest of the group thought about it, nervously looking at Danny who was already plugging in the razor. He flipped open the case and looked at the brand new guards. “Do you want to keep it longer?”

Josh nodded, tilting his head under the sink to wash out the gel. They’d been trying out different styles. Josh hates when things get monotone. He hates when things become dreary, so he wanted something new. He decided a haircut is the way to go. He couldn’t have been further from a good time. It started when Danny used a guard that was too long, leaving his hair virtually untouched.

That was when Sam butt in. He picked another guard, ignoring Josh’s protests to the tool in his youngest brother’s hands. He tossed it back to the drummer who focused on Josh.

“Oh shit,” Danny hissed.

“What?” Josh asked, turning to the floor length mirror.

His jaw dropped as he saw a sizable chunk missing from above his ear. His pale skin was red from the scraping of the bare tool. Josh was rendered speechless at the sight. His eyes darted to the tuft of curls on the ground, the crinkling of the garbage bag around his shoulders. Danny took a step back.

“Josh,” he started slowly. “I’m so sorry. The guard wasn’t snapped on right and- I’m so- oh geez-“

“It’s fine,” Josh said. “Just even it out. Please.”

He tilted his head to the other side. Danny got to work, evening out both sides. He pouted for the rest of the afternoon, constantly touching the bare sides of his head. He didn’t hate it, but it definitely wasn’t his favorite. His brothers barely talked to him, afraid that one wrong move would send him into an angry rant. When it was finally time to head back to his own room, he trudged up the stairs and into his hotel room.

“Hey, baby,” you said, flipping through the hotel channels. “What’s with the hood?”

Without a word slipping past his lips, he ripped the fabric from his head, revealing his new haircut. Your hand flew to your mouth, muffling the gasp.

“You hate it!” He whined, now feeling terrible about the mistake.

“No!” You cried, standing to get a closer look. Upon the lights turning on, you noticed how uneven and patchy it really was. “We can fix it!”

Josh followed you to the bathroom, sitting on the lid of the toilet. After a quick text to Danny, he dropped the case of tools in front of the door. After retrieving it, you got to work. Josh slowly regained his confidence, smiling at himself in the mirror.

“Looks good,” he grinned, dusting the last of the hair from his neck and shoulders.

You looked at him, feeling the familiar buzz in your stomach. “Pretty sexy if you ask me,” you mumbled. “But shower first becuase your hair is itchy.”

Josh turned back, already ridding himself of his pants. “Only if you join me.”

#josh gvf #danny gvf #greta van fleet #sam gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #gvf #danny wagner #gretavanfleet #gvf fanfiction

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# long distance relationship yelan x fem!reader [MODERN AU]

taking in requests! thanks!

.CW content is all safe!

.SUM you as someone who manages her own business, you tend to have trouble selling your products for the store, but with your girlfriend yelan, maybe things will go smoothly as it goes.

a/n: I REVIVE FROM MY VERY SHORT HIATUS BECAUSE I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE-- HELLO. I'M HERE TO MAKE CHAOS AND I SAY I AM BOOMING WITH LESBIAN ENERGY. requested by a friend again but it was months ago. TRUMPEEEETTT!!!!!!!! ROLL CALL OUR SWEET LESBIANS!!!!!!!!!!!!! YA THERE??!? also i really don't mind what gender is reading this right now. go crazy on my blog account then.

(play song nyaww. i think its sweet.)

work. sales weren't as good as you thought it would be. first, your business was sky rocket for a few weeks but then some other type of business pulled up. you needed to refresh your mind... create new ideas, but what's more?

7 missed calls...? god, from yelan too. you didn't really want to handle anything but you were sure that you needed to rant things out. if you didn't, maybe you'd break down to the point you don't know what to do. business and paying up for house and electricity bills was only to think about. if only, you can be selfish for one day. no. you can keep it in anyway. at least for a bit longer.

you turned off your phone and let the mattress consume you. you just wanted to be alone for once. who cares what others think, right? but either way, you just needed time to process all over on what's happening, what's next, what will you do. why does life have to be so hard to take over. even you think the saying that goes, "balance your life. have some fun and work at the same time" is absolute bullshit.

you can already imagine yelan worried for you. huh. must be normal to worry if people that is rather "valuable" to you like that. no. just let the world aside and pass time.

you liked yelan's company. you two met a while back in highschool but pretty much it was long-distance. just like now. you were assigned to be pen pals with someone from some other country besides your own. sure was sorta needed for research but of course you two were supposed to be the same age. oh how you wanted to go back. probably you don't know what to choose. either live your highschool life with endless studying and a bunch of missed assessments that are past due or stick with a business that was a success at first but eventually got taken by someone else's spotlight. it's frustrating just thinking about it. past, present, or even the future life you hopefully look forward for might take even a worse form.

so sweet... loving... ah. where did that go.

light faint. eyes ever shut tight. let go. just let go.

mm. 2 days. you haven't been showing up on work just because to rattle out some ideas. pretty sure the others can understand. throwing a piece of paper that is crumpled every time you change your mind about this over and over again. you could've just thought about this thoroughly but maybe you just had way too much high-expectations. you already have your own next-door some random store seller competing with you. geez.

you've been ignoring interactions and catching attention to yourself for a while. give in? no. not yet. you lay back and fluttered your eyes lightly shut as you carry on away to think it over from there. maybe you need to attract your clients more with designs? better up the products? make the prices fair? well. the idea itself is great but the context inside each and every one of them just couldn't rattle out of yourself. you just want things to be finally settled.

door is ringing. door is ringing? you get up from the lousy position you were in and head straight to the front door. you just finished ordering some food at least... 5 minutes ago. what kind of fucking food delivery service is that--

"yelan?"

fuck. why is she here. did she really have to buy a ticket all the way here? you look like a mess so far with her all carrying a suitcase and... a plush? right. she did said a while back that she'll ship it in to your house but sure is giving it to you in person.

"i know you're having some time. relax. think about it first then we'll talk. i, uh... didn't really tell you i'd be coming over but i'm sure you needed the company."

you slightly nod and let her inside. help her unpack, ate the food you ordered after 20 minutes of waiting, but really, the atmosphere wasn't... quite the best just like her last visits. showing her to your room to sleep comfortably and lay with her. looking at her with the A/C up and running. eyebags were already on your eyes. she doesn't want to assume what happened but really, whatever happened is what happened but it really matters when its to you. of course it is.

"i'm. not up for conversation right now. it's just... the business that i'm working on isn't doing the slightest bit of good."

yelan fiddles with your fingers. maybe she already had it figured out. she'd like it if you tell about it herself but what's the point in pressuring you? her hand running through your hair and signs you on over to go against her. you were cold. your hands were gripping tightly as you shake.

so far... she isn't asking so much what happened. you're sure she's worried but either way, you have someone to understand you need time to build up to entrust something like this matter to her. even to make you realize yourself that you aren't alone on this. breathe. and let go all of the disgraceful thoughts. nothing to disturb you two. you two alone. its you and yelan in your own world. leave it aside.

i will not ask you where you came from.

i will not ask you, neither should you.

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips.

we should just kiss like real people do.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x fem!reader #yelan #yelan gi #yelan genshin impact #yelan x fem!reader #fem!reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #xinniereaders

[katherineofdawn]

what happened, princess?

It’s really not even that bad, if I think about it for too long… I just can’t get through to him! He keeps calling me his girlfriend, and somehow every time I try to talk about potions he keeps talking to me like I know anything about them?

It sounds fine, maybe - I don’t know how far it has to get before it’s not fine - but I was trying to get potions, and he misunderstood it as me visiting him as… his girlfriend? I think? Which I’m not! And I told him, and he just waved me off? I didn’t even get potions for my troubles. I have no clue what I’m supposed to do about this.

That’s a lie. I have two options. One of them is much more mean than the other.

Oh- geez, I- wow. That was a rant. I’m so sorry, I’m gonna go… Check on the bees

#[hear ye] #<she’s embarrassed to be ‘mean’ about it but if you catch her before she notices it might be mean she’ll be SO rude & petty>