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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 10 months

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AO3 is back up but I’m still writing Nimona headcanons

I feel like the main trio are all really bad at taking care of themselves

Nimona can go a long time without eating drinking or sleeping so it's really easy for her to fall into a pattern of not taking care of herself until she’s sluggish and snappy

At first it was really hard for the boys to distinguish her food withdrawals from her normal chaos

When they do figure it out they make sure she eats and drinks at least once a day even if it small

It took a minute for her to adapt to this because she views taking care of herself as a hobby

But after a while she realizes that they’re just looking out for her so she goes along with it

Every once and a while Bal gets hyper-fixated on certain projects which causes him to forget to eat and sleep

Nimona once asked Ambrosius why he doesn’t do anything to stop these habits to which he responded “Oh believe me Nim I’ve tried it’s better to just let him get it out of his system”

Nimona still didn’t understand this and tried to force Bal to get up and take care of himself

Which just ended with Nimona being on the other side of a verbal thrashing and then quickly shoved out of Bal’s workspace

Ambrosius didn’t even bat an eye

Just walked around Nimona into the room with some food and water and then quickly left him alone

After that Nimona started to leave Bal snacks and pillows in his workshop when he eventually crashed

(And occasionally carrying him to his room when Ambrosius was too tired to carry him)

Bal also forgets to charge his arm

So it’s not uncommon for his arm to die and stay locked in that position

One time Ambrosius walked into the kitchen to find Bal hunched in an awkward position over his coffee and he didn’t flinch

Just gave him a straw and a kiss on his head before he left for work

Another time Nimona walked into the living room to find them cuddled on the couch

And they start their normal rant of “Ew gross get a room”

To which Ambrosius replied “I would if I could Nim”

She was quietly informed that Bal fell asleep and his arm died shortly after and Ambrosius has been stuck like this for hours waiting for Bal to wake up

Nimona laughed so hard they almost woke Bal up

They started storing chargers all around the house after that

So I have a headcanon that I kind of hinted at in my other post

But I’m fully convinced that Ambrosius' shoulder is fucked after the movie (he also has scars because I said so)

Because no way in hell can this man take a blast like that to his shoulder and walk away perfectly fine

Nah that man will be doing PT exercises for the rest of his life

And this dork forgets to do his exercises until he’s literally on the floor writhing in pain

Bal has tried just about everything to get him to remember

He’ll leave notes around the house, he’ll remind him before he leaves for work, writing it into his workout routine

Nimona told him “Boss you’re being too soft” and quickly switched tactics

Now you might be wondering what method Nimona used and that's simple he started blackmailing Ambrosius

Nimona started to warn Ambrosius “If you don’t do your exercises I’ll tell boss what happened to the last slice of cake” or “I’ll release the video of you singing at the top of your lungs while cleaning the house”

And the stupid thing is it worked

Ambrosius always says shit like “I should have left you in that box on the side of the road” to which Nimona responds with “Nah you’d miss me too much”

He also had a bad habit of getting sucked into little projects like trying to rebuild the city and fixing all the brainwashing that's been going on since the institute was created

You know small tasks for one person

And this dork will stay locked in his office until Nimona and Bal drag his overdramatic ass out

He always makes a big deal about it too screaming shit like “Oh please help me the heroes of the realm are kidnapping me an innocent bystander while I was simply doing my job!”

I feel like Bal and Ambrosius have a lot of nicknames for Nimona “Nim” is the most common

“Hun” and “kid” are used a couple of times but not nearly as often as the weird ones

Like “tornado” “tsunami” “hurricane” and “forest fire”

And if we're getting really sappy “starlight”

Now if you're wondering where this one came from I’ll tell you

When Bal and Ambrosius were little beans Bal called Ambrosius “sunshine”

It was supposed to be ironic but after that he started calling Bal “moonbeam”

And Ambrosius jokes that Nimona completes their little astronomy shtick

She pretended to be grossed out and lets Bal hug her and Bal and Ambrosius pretended not to notice the tears on Bals shirt

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muffymello · 13 days

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Handsy- ii

(Buggy the Clown x f!Reader)

A small-town shopkeep makes the second biggest mistake of her life by humouring a pirate captain's idea.

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Another boring day working in that stupid shop had taken a full 180 to you now being sat in the lap of a feared pirate captain as you watched the theatrics and insanity of his ship’s circus tent. The one constant of the last few hours was the detached hand holding yours tightly, the white cloth of his glove not concealing the warmth of his palm against yours. The hand, now reattached to Buggy’s arm, didn’t seem intent on letting you go any time soon.

He sat wide-legged with you wedged sideways in his lap, your back resting against the high-set arm of the throne with his other arm right behind it. This positioning had your faces set awfully close together as he grinned maniacally. “So, doll, what’s the story? Kidnap my hand for attention, hm?” He prodded, his arm now snaking around your back to hold you in place. You tensed a little at his words, brain going blank for a minute before you could respond.

“I found it in an alleyway- just a few hours ago! Came here right away…” You lied with a forced smile, not wanting him to know you’d unknowingly caught the hand in the first place. Your best bet was to change the subject a bit, avoid any more suspicion than what you could already see in his narrowing eyes, smudgey makeup framing pretty blues.

“Is that so? Well then, someone as loyal as you should be a part of my crew!”

The certainty of his tone as well as his bold statement caught you off guard, planning to ask something meaningless about his crew or outfit when he proposed such an absurd offer. You squirmed in his lap, only prompting him to give your hand a squeeze and tighten his arm around your back, moving it to rest comfortably on your waist as he pulled you in close to give you nowhere to look except right into those eyes of his. “Whaddaya say, then? Life of a pirate ain’t so bad, y’know~” He teased, still grinning like a maniac.

Alam bells blared in your head at everything going on, but you couldn’t fight off the part of your heart that wanted to accept immediately. The makeup and showmanship of it all wasn’t what enticed you, but the way his hand had remained gentle in yours, keeping you from feeling any real fear at all. You’d assume a fearsome pirate like this to be brutal in nature, but the way your fingers interlaced with his so easily, such a soft and simple gesture, not painful or distressing, had your ever-sappy heart doing cartwheels. “I- uh…”

Mumbling was all you could manage, breaking eye contact and looking around the tent. Everything about this was the exact opposite of your normal. Unpredictable, seemingly no routine or discipline. Still, everyone smiled and shared in eating, drinking and laughing as they performed. It was like a happy family amidst how chaotic it felt, and the rumbling laughter you could feel in the clown’s chest only immersed you further in the experience.

“Not to worry doll, run along for now to think.” He said, amused by how dumbstruck the simple ask of joining his crew had rendered you. His hand once more popped off of his body, less unsettling than it should be to you. The hand led the way, guiding you through the crowds and wild motion, seemingly sure of how to take a path without intervening or colliding with anything.

Buggy the Clown was surely the only man in the world who had any sense to navigate chaos such as this, and as his hand led you all the way to the edge of your ship, you couldn’t help one last gentle squeeze before watching it fly back to its owner.

Your heart panged with guilt as you knew better than to even consider his wild ideas, there was no way you were cut out for being a pirate. The shop hadn’t exactly trained you for something like that, the closest thing had been lifting heavy boxes and fighting off rude customers. That was nothing compared to the dangers faced at sea, especially as a part of such a well-feared crew.

The idea of the brutality was too much to even weigh out as an option, and you sighed as the music faded and the ship went out of view as you walked home to sleep off the insanely fast beating of your heart in your chest.

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The next morning was a new day. New wasn’t the best word for it, as it would all be the same. Same breakfast, same clothes, same walk to work at the same time as usual. Normally, the monotony was no bother, but after seeing the excitement of the pirate ship you’d boarded the night previous the dullness of it all felt suffocating.

Your coworker didn’t even believe half the things you told her as you recounted the encounter with Buggy the Clown himself, her face paling as you told her about his offer. “Hell, you said no right away didn’t you?” She practically begged, grabbing the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t exactly say yes, or no. He told me… to think.” You said causing your coworker to pale even further at the glint she saw forming in your eyes.

“Oh God, you know all the things that could happen to you?” “Yes, I do. I hear stories all the time.” “It’s no joke! This is serious!” The two of you went back and forth, even if you hadn’t fully convinced yourself her words didn’t faze you in the slightest. After a few minutes, she huffed and pulled a backpack out from under the register, red in the face.

“Just go.” She muttered, not looking you in the eyes. “Pack this up and get going, who knows when they’ll leave port.” Her words were practically a whisper as you saw tears begin to bubble up along her lashes. She didn’t even give you a chance to question her motives here before speaking again.

“I’ve never seen you so… bright. You’re glowing, you’ve been practically dancing around the store all day. This small town isn’t big enough for that mind of yours, take your chance before I change my mind and never let you go… and quick, their boat won’t stay docked forever!” She practically yelled at you, holding the bag out.

You gave her a quick hug and nod before grabbing it, shouting out your thanks as you ran from the store to grab anything and everything you’d need for life as a pirate before the Big Top took off again to the seas.

As you stumbled out onto the dock you saw the ship begin to move, but the panels around the ship’s cannons were big enough to squeeze through. With a great leap and a bit of wiggling, you were officially a stowaway beyond the point of return as the storage room you’d ended up in greeted you merrily with the clanking of what you assumed to be alcohol bottles and sloshing of sake in large, hefty barrels.

You could hear the sound of another outrageous party over the deafening beating of your heart as you curled up in the corner, reaching into your pocket to give Buggy’s hand a squeeze but realizing it obviously wasn’t there anymore.

You wondered what your fate was on this ship, if the great clown would pay you any mind, but your thoughts were cut short as loud, sluggish footsteps echoed louder and louder down the halls.

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raina-at · 1 year

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Many Happy Returns

The candles flicker gaily as John and Rosie sing Happy Birthday. Sherlock bites down on a smile. He loves both John and Rosie to absolute distraction, but neither of them has a musical bone in their body. What they lack in talent, though, they make up for in unbridled enthusiasm, especially Rosie. The fact that she couldn’t hit a note with a cricket bat even if it was the size of a cow doesn’t stop her from belting at the top of her lungs.

“Happy Birthday, dear Sheeeeerloooooock,” she sings out, John joining her a bit less loudly, but just as falsely.

Sherlock meets John’s eyes over the seventeen candles on his birthday cake, and he can tell that John is trying not to laugh.

John looks younger in candlelight, especially with the suppressed mirth sparkling in his eyes and a smile playing around his lips as he joins his — their — enthusiastic daughter as she tries her best to shatter glass with her voice.

Sherlock applauds when they’re done singing, and not only because he’s relieved that his ears aren’t assaulted any longer, but because the two people who just sang him an awful birthday song could literally have anything from him, down to the very atoms of his being.

“Blow out the candles!” Rosie yells; she’s always loud when she’s excited, and birthdays are always exciting for Rosie, even when it’s not her own.

“I have to ask, why seventeen?” Sherlock asks as he surveys the cake. It’s obviously home-made and a tiny bit wonky, and it looks like a unicorn vomited rainbow sprinkles all over it.

“I couldn’t fit any more,” Rosie answers with an adorable death glare at the cake. “I know you’re way, way, way older, but that’s all I had room for on the stupid cake.” She turns to her father. “Daddy, I told you, we should have used the larger tin.” The tone of her voice is both accusatory and a bit uncertain.

“The cake is perfect, Watson,” Sherlock says, running a soothing hand over Rosie’s curls.

John snorts in disbelief, grinning at Sherlock over Rosie’s head. “I hope you like the unicorn theme.”

“Of course, who doesn’t love unicorns?”

“Nobody,” Rosie says with full conviction, glaring at John with an arched eyebrow, which makes John laugh.

“Yes, yes, you told me so,” John says, raising his hands in defeat. “I remain the only person in this family who can admit they’re wrong.”

“Occasionally,” Sherlock adds.

“Blow out your candles before they completely ruin your cake, love,” John says affectionately.

“I want to help!” Rosie yells, climbing into Sherlock’s lap. “You need to make a wish first!”

Sherlock looks at John, who’s taking a picture of them with his phone with a fond smile, at Rosie who’s counting down the blowing out of the candles, at the wonky cake, the candles jammed into them with unnecessary force, at the inexpertly wrapped birthday presents, and thinks that he has more than he could ever have wished for because these two chaotic, messy, loud, at times annoying but always brilliant and extraordinary people love him.

Many happy returns, he thinks as he blows out his candles.

For @notjustamumj's May prompt "Candlelight", have some sappy parentlock.

Hm, who hasn't done this... I'm tagging @jrow @totallysilvergirl @inevitably-johnlocked @discordantwords @thetimemoves and whoever else wants to play.

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #microfics #candlelight #parentlock

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tiajk · 6 months

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Black coded!Karasuno manager headcannons

Warnings: cursing, reader flirting with every fine man because she can, chaotic karasuno, karasuno being readers found family, fem reader, miss reader is poly and ain’t afraid to show it, some sappy feelings, probably spelled people names wrong

It’s chaotic with the mfs all they do it scream, shout eat and play volleyball

You did those things to but they’re more annoying

Tanaka and nishi always finds new ways to make you know your the goddess you are

The first years are intimidated by you even tuskki (it depends on the day)

the third years love you ur probably there favorite underclassmen

kiyoko and you are close like knit tight she loves all that you do for the team and it makes her job a little easier she know that when she leaves the boys will be in good hands

Okay anyways you’ve always known you were that girl like your a pretty black girl in japan who wouldn’t want you

While everyone in karasuno agreed with you so do other schools

which is why tanaka and nishinoya are on guard duty half the time

so guy tries to come ask you for your number *cough* Terushima *cough* they will and i repeat they will start barking at bitches screaming at the top of there lungs “NO WAY IN HELL YOU CAN HAVE OUR MANAGER SHES OURS” it pisses you off to every end especially if there fine (which is all because all hainaut boys are gorgeous)

they hate when you are flirting with the other teams at camps *cough* Bokuto and Akaashi* “Bokuto your spikes are so good you have to teach me” while giving him heart eyes which the boy is eating up because a pretty girl flirting with him and complementing his skill SOLD

you couldn’t forget about the pretty boy setter for Fukurōdani you would always tell him “Akaashi its great that you look out for bokuto like that” he would get the hints but didn’t act on them and you were a patient women you could wait “you and i should hang out i wanna get to know you more” you weren’t lying at all…

Now the boys were fumming you would give them water instead of your own team YOUR THE CLUB YOU SIGNED UP FOR they were but hurt except for suga he knew you had to claim them because you had told him that older men just hit different

anyways when yachi had joined you had welcomed her with open arms as always our girl yachi was scared out of her pants your were intimidating you had a resting bitch face and it scared her to be honest but when she saw you smile she got scared about how pretty you were (i cannon yachi is Bi you can’t change my mind)

You loved enoshita he may have been on the quieter side but he was a good friend when you really needed him you had majority of classes with him so of course you guys had a tight knit he’s the reason why you joined the club

hinata and kageyama you loved them but they were actually kinda stupid all they would do it scream ans yell at each other they were like your children when ever you would confront them about there behavior they would come up with so many excuses “Y/n BUT KAGEYAMA WHAT BEING ANNOYING” “I WAS NOT YOU SHITHEAD” rubbing your temples as they continued to argue “if you don’t shut up i will never bury you food again” They shut there asses right up after that (rich y/n?!?)

your third years were your favorites asahi, dachi, suga, and kiyoko we’re like your parents they always made sure that you were eating correctly, had enough money, and that your mental/physical health was good you are their favorite and nothing can change there mind they do get upset when you go after people there age they know it’s not a big difference but they just wanna make sure your safe

Dacahi almost had an heart attack when you told him when Shiratorizawa match was about to start that you wanted him to put you on with ushijima and tendou (he did only because they asked about you)

yams was a angel sent from heaven he was so kind you loved playing with his hair it was so soft and fluffy and it was like a stress reliever you were trying to set him up with tsukki he’s not slick i know damn well he has a crush on him and vise versa tsukki was a piece of work you always had a response for his snarky ass mouth

tanaka, *sigh* tanaka hairs dog number 1 has never and never disrespected you once he knows if he did that you would twist his ass inside out but in all seriousness he loves you it can be romantic or platonic but he would die for you defend you against any creep or someone that makes you feel not worthy he’s your hype man he’s one of your best friends you love this hot sister too he hates when you bring it up tho

Nishinoya guard dog number 2 he’s short ass hell and clings to you like a dog he has been on thin ice when he’s trying to flirt with you but he knows his boundaries he always wants to show you new tricks he comes up with but mostly rolling thunder

COACH UKAI not gonna lie you thought this man was one of the hottest men alive and you weren’t wrong he was honestly surprised when there was 3 manager but he didn’t care more help he secretly liked you the most he lets you have free meat buns and sometimes stuff from the shop but he makes you swear not to tell anyone

Takeda he made you so happy he was like your sweet older brother he always grateful that you love it with the club you always try to bring kk spare money because you know how hard he believes in the the boy and would do anything for them

in conclusion you love your “job” and the boys love you you wouldn’t know what to do without them

#haikyuu x reader #karasuno #karasuno x reader #haikyuu manager reader #tiajk #black coded reader

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smzeszikorova · 1 year

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Aaaaand the final Leures bio!

Eva Leures:

Baby of the family. Likes to think she’s a chaotic little devil, but is, in fact, the only sane one. If you asked her who her best friend is, her answer would have to be a three-way tie between Petra, Catherine’s hired farmhand’s daughter Vana, and a cow.

Age: 12

Height: 5’1

Magic: Newp

Pronouns: She/her

Country of Birth: Kenacia

Religion: Christian

Random Skills: Getting that lazy, obstinate horse to do whatever she wants and giving her siblings silly nicknames.

Quote: “Well, that’s a rather stupid secret, isn’t it? I’d expect he’d at least leave you something useful.”

Don’t Mention: How delicious you think any of the animals on her farm would be. She would literally kill for them.

Stuff She Hates: Breaking rules, asking for help, sappy romantic poetry (but she loves Petra, so she listens to it all the time anyway), hearing Catherine and Lyn’s arguments through the walls at night, Levi Niacera, stiff fabric.

Stuff She Loves: Figuring out how machines work, any kind of outdoor activity, her sisters, throwing pinecones at her sisters as a display of affection.

Crimes She’d Commit If You Paid Her: See “don’t mention”.

#p&k #oc #ocs #oc art #original fiction #digital art #art #character bio #oc bio #oc: eva leures

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straighttohellbuddy · 3 years

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Dia my beloved!! Also it's midnight and I'm sleepy but I've been percolating a fic idea involving a few youtubers, (reader x wilbur because that's my current vibe) with the reader becoming friends with philza and wilbur complaining about the reader being "the favourite child" meanwhile the reader interacts with Tommy one and is like "this boy is my son I have decided", ft. Philza looking exhausted whenever another cc calls him a GILF, reader saying "I raised you better than this" whenever Tommy menaces them, Tommy pretending like he hates it but also playing into it ("Y/N, Dream keeps murdering me first when he's imposter!"), Your Wikipedia page has to be locked because people keep editing it to change your family, or list your last name as Minecraft. 1 dumb sappy moment of wilbur menacing Phil on stream with "phil would I have to ask your permission before proposing to Y/N?" / "that's such an outdated tradition- I mean, no, because im not their dad an- WAIT ARE YOU THINKING OF PROPOSING??" / "this is a bit; I'd never live it down if I mentioned it to you on live first, can you imagine?!" which turns into a whole bit of Tommy loudly declaring that he doesn't want will as a stepdad the next time they're live together. So many "YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD" jokes from all sides. The Minecraft-Soot Household. Vlogging irl with Tommy and wilbur and being incredibly chaotic. Tommy zooming in on you and Wilbur holding hands and acts deeply disgusted by it all "there's children around us and you two are being proper indecent!" and wilbur's wearing the biggest smug smile while you just roll your eyes at Tommy "calm down 'Wife Haver'".

Whenever Wilbur goes hard an an absolute nonsense bit and phil tries to talk him down with logic, like the whole eating sand thing, Will inevitably goes "okay okay okay, alright philza Minecraft, if you don't believe me, let's see what the favourite child has to say" / "oh come on, please don't-" it's phil's response because you always take wilbur's side even if he being completely dumb ("Y/N has donated twenty dollars," phil reads, something resigned in his voice while he still can't quite stop giggling from the stupidity of it all, "Sand Crumchy and full of vitamins - Y/N NO!" Both you and Wilbur can be heard in the discord vc howling with laughter at his reaction. )

This meme

Im just currently soft for a reader who endears themselves to the ccs. Im sleeby

#shut ur pretty mouth #your local homosexual with no chill

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feral-mouse · 3 years

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Mouse please forgive for the load of questions I'm about to request for the OC ask thingy. ☝️😃 Can I get a 8, 9, 10, 13, 15, 20, 21, 25, 32, 34, 41, 50, 51, 55, 60, 65, 68, 74, 89, and 99 all for Randy ✊😊. I'm really sorry I just really like Randy 🧍‍♀️

That's completely ok, this was fun to answer!

Putting it under the cut because it's long though 👀💦

8. What does their dream house look like?

Not a moldy cabin in the woods

Psdfj ok serious answer. I’d say somewhere that’s somewhat secluded, but is still close to a town or big city. Somewhere near a lot of people so he can keep eating without people getting suspicious. Ideally, the house also has electricity and running water, and hopefully wifi and cable. There also has to be a lot of storage, and maybe a giant freezer so he can keep more food for longer periods of time

9. If they could change one part of their appearance, what would it be?

I’m kind of split on two different parts. I think he would probably choose his teeth, just because if he had normal looking teeth, it’ll be easier for him to blend in and to not wear a gas mask all the time to hide them

But also, he might just want to be smaller or thinner, that way he can actually wear the clothes that he steals

10. What’s a simple thing that brings them joy?

Human meat

13. How forgiving are they? What do they consider unforgivable?

He’s very forgiving. He doesn’t care what you do or what you’ve done, as long as you don’t try to kill him. That’s the only thing he can’t forgive. He will turn on you immediately

15. How good are they at conversation? Are they a small talk master, bad at initiating, etc?

I want to say that he’s pretty good in a conversation. He definitely doesn’t have any problems initiating one, but if you’re talking about something he doesn’t know anything about, he might say something stupid and make everything awkward

Although, he doesn’t know how to make himself seem less intimidating. Like if he’s talking to someone and they’re surrounded by lots of people, it’s easier for him to just seem like a cheerful guy. But if you’re talking to him all alone and there’s absolutely no one else around, his cheeriness might seem kinda creepy

20. Are they easy to wake up in the morning, or grouchy and sleepy?

You might have to put in some work to wake him up, like just shake him a bit. He’s definitely going to be groggy though. Just very lazy. He can become slightly irritable if he never gets the chance to fully adjust, like if he wakes up and finds out that his captive escaped, so he immediately has to run after them. He’ll definitely be mad after that, it’s not a great thing to wake up to

21. What’s their ideal date like?

Anything fun, and anything that’ll give him a good laugh. Basically any quality time with his date. This can range from anything, like if you’re watching a movie and don’t mind him making stupid comments, or if you go to an amusement park. Or even just committing a crime

25. What are their dreams like?

They’re kinda weird and childish. Plotlines won’t make sense and things will happen randomly, but they’re also very blurry too, so he can never remember them when he wakes up. Sometimes he does dream about hunting random people down, but it would mainly go on forever and he just keeps barely missing them

32. What are they like at parties? Party animal, or awkwardly sitting in the corner drinking punch and reading?

So this depends on whether or not he’s looking for someone to eat. If he is, he will be off to the side, but not awkwardly. He’ll look like he belongs at the party and that he’s waiting for someone to approach him. If he isn’t looking for a target, he’s definitely a party animal. He’ll just let loose and have fun

34. What’s their favourite drink? (Coffee, tea, juice, hot chocolate, soda, etc)

Randy really enjoys sodas

41. What would they dress up as for Halloween?

I don’t think Randy would dress up for Halloween, mainly because he doesn’t know what he would dress up as in the first place. This doesn’t mean you can’t convince him to dress up though. If you want to do a group cosplay or something, even if he doesn’t know the character, he’ll definitely join you

50. Why would they be a good partner for a road trip?

He’s very fun to be around if you’re alright with someone who’s chaotic. He’s funny in his own way and will try to make sure everyone else is having fun too

51. Why would they be a BAD partner for a road trip?

You’re going to need to keep him on one of those baby harnesses. He’s going to want to explore everything. And he might get annoying in the car by asking too many questions and how long it’s going to take to get to the destination

55. Choose a vine you think perfectly encapsulates their character.

Ok so it’s not a vine, but this video

60. What sappy thing will they cry at? (romance movies, cute cat videos, etc) Would they deny crying about it later on?

I think he’d probably cry at found-family tropes, like just seeing all of these people bond together over a shared experience and find a place where they all belong

65. Do they give people a lot of nicknames?

Randy’s not the best at giving nicknames, so he usually calls people by what they tell him to

68. Are they easy to fluster? What would you have to do to truly fluster them?

Although he’s easy to compliment, it would be harder to fluster him. He’ll gladly take compliments, but most of the time, he’ll just get giddy. If you wanna fluster him, the best way to do that is to start by complimenting his teeth, then continue from there

74. What’s their guilty pleasure?

Does eating people count?

If that doesn’t count, then I’d say it’s just walking through town and going sightseeing

89. What would they get into a petty argument over?

He’d probably argue over how to eat a person 👀💦. Like he’d get heated and talk about which parts of the body are the best and how you would go about eating them

99. What would they wear to a formal event? Describe their outfit!

I will draw this instead, but I’m going to have to do it tomorrow 👀

#emi bunni #randy #my oc #mouse speaks #i cant draw right now but ill try to do it tomorrow #i just wanted to post these now though to answer them #oc question meme

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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short but chaotic Nimona headcanons

One time the boys were going through their baby pictures and laughing

And Nimona let it slip that she doesn’t have any baby pictures cause she was never a baby

The boys being dramatic sappy dorks plan a whole day where they take stupid family photos

And Bal being the most dramatic sentimental dork of all even goes as far as photoshopping Nimona into some of their old photos

These photos were just supposed to be a cute little inside joke that they framed in their living room they never expected anyone to see them

But as time goes on and they make more friends people see those photos and draw their own conclusions

And maybe Bal is incredible with Photoshop or maybe no one in the kingdom has critical thinking skills because people start to believe Bal and Ambrosius raised Nimona

There is a tw*tter thread of them commending Bal and Ambrosius for training to be knights and saving the day all while raising a child

Someone was talking to Nimona and congratulated her on being so brave

And Nimona was like “Oh you mean the battle with the director?” the person goes "Well yeah that too but I was also talking about your parent's split divorce can be so messy"

Most people know this is just a long drawn out joke that the trio doesn’t have the willpower to debunk

And some people are out here defending this story posting shit like “No a friend of a friend was at the institute at the same time and saw them with Nimona”

The trio thinks it's fucking hilarious so they never bother to comment on it

In fact they didn't correct anyone until Nimona told the real story of Gloreth’s “Monster”

And they were really dragging their feet on telling people not because they were afraid of the backlash but because they knew the teen parent stories would stop

Everyone is fully convinced that Ambrosius is the best secret keeper of all time

He’s fucking not

He’s a gossipy little bitch but the people who he gossips with are the real vaults

Whenever he wants to gossip he'll talk to Nimona

And Nimona always drops his gossip onto Bal because he knows Bal will tell Ambrosius

Bal usually doesn’t gossip but if Ambrosius asks him “What’s on your mind love?” more than once he’s an open book

But the gossip never leaves their little trio no matter what

Whenever the trio gets bored like on errand days or long car rides they’ll play a little game

Basically they compare people they know to random objects or animals

And they win depending on how accurate the object is or if it makes the other two laugh

Some of the accurate wins were Ambrosius pointing at a wet cat and commenting that it reminded him of Bal, Bal pointing at dog shit and saying “Look it’s Todd”, and Nimona asking “When did the director come back to life?” while pointing at flaming garbage

And then there are the other answers like when Bal pointed at the air and said “Mom” Ambrosius just turns to him and goes “Bal you didn’t know your mom” and he just goes “Yeah that’s what she looks like in my mind”

Or Ambrosius pointed at a cemetery and exclaimed “Mom!” And Bal goes “Love your Moms alive” and all he says is “Shh Bal let me manifest”

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #i love when the trio is chaotic #they're little weirdos #I don't know why people insist on acting like they're cool #they're also little shits #Bal hates Todd #No one likes Todd #me and my homies all hate Todd #screw his little “redemption arc”

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lallyloo · 3 years

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It’s Complicated

(This was just supposed to be a short little thing but it kind of got away from me..)

By the time the 3pm video call happened, Spencer had already talked to his parents. They were old hippies who didn’t know how to Zoom, so they just called from their landline. Brady stayed on his bunk while the phone call happened, trying to mind his own business, but he heard enough to know that Spencer’s parents really wanted him to come home, quarantine be damned, and they spent most of the call arguing. Spencer tried to tell them that even if he could come home it was too late to travel, and it was safer for him to just stay at school anyway.

The call ended quickly and Spencer suggested drinking after that.

They did a few shots before connecting to Brady’s aunt’s Zoom call, and when they did introductions he called Spencer his roommate. It was technically true, but it felt like there should’ve been another word for it – and Brady wasn’t sure yet what the word might be.

They fooled around a lot. Got naked together. Jerked off. Sometimes if they got too drunk they spent a lot of time kissing. Brady liked that a lot. Sometimes they’d wake up cuddled together on the same bunk and Spencer would slick himself up and fuck Brady nice and slow.

Sometimes Brady felt like he loved him.

They never really talked about it, and Brady wouldn’t say Spencer was his boyfriend, but he also wouldn’t say he wasn’t. He didn’t like to think about it too much. It was complicated.

So ‘roommate’ was the word he went with.

They’d put their masks on earlier in the day and managed to socially distance their way across campus to a little convenience store. Brady had been searching the freezer when Spencer came up beside him with his arms full of snacks.

“Dude,” Spencer held up a box of Ding Dongs, with his hand over the word ding. “Check it out – dongs!”

Brady laughed and high-fived him. It was stupid, but sometimes Brady liked stupid.

They bought the snacks and Ding Dongs, along with some frozen TV dinners and a tub of ice cream. They’d both been hoping for pie, but they knew it was a pipe dream when they were getting their Thanksgiving supplies at a campus convenience store.

When they got back to their dorm room, Spencer tried his best to shove the ice cream in the frost-coated freezer of their mini fridge, while Brady read the instructions on their tv dinners so he’d know when to start cooking them.

Spencer’s phone call happened shortly after, and then Brady was breaking out the vodka and trying to distract Spencer with a drinking game. Spencer suggested the Thanksgiving theme and they did a couple shots before the Zoom call, just to get themselves loosened up a little.

When the inflection in Spencer’s voice changed and he went a little nasally, Brady knew the alcohol was kicking in.

Just before three, Brady went down to the common area and put their dinners in the microwave so they’d be ready in time to join the family. He was a bit nervous about bringing Spencer to dinner, but a bit excited too.

When he got back to the room Spencer was wearing a dress shirt and his fake leather jacket.

“Dude, you dressed up?”

Spencer glanced down at his outfit. “Gotta make a good impression, man!”

“You obviously haven’t met my family.”

“I’ve seen your mom on your computer.”

“Yeah, so you know she’s nuts.”

Spencer shrugged. “She’s still your mom. I gotta make a good impression.”

Brady wasn’t sure if Spencer was forgetting the shot glasses and the fact that they planned to get completely shitfaced over dinner, but he didn’t have much time to think about it because the clock in the room said 3:01 and they were already late.

Brady set the TV dinners aside and quickly joined the video call. Spencer sat down a few seconds later, sliding in beside him in his pleather jacket, and they ended up having a great time. Brady’s family was ridiculous enough to encourage several more shots, and they got good and drunk while they ate some hot food. It was nice. The food wasn’t much different from their terrible cafeteria food, but somehow eating it together at a family dinner made it taste better.

Brady was feeling a little sappy by the end of it, and he was sad to miss out on his mom’s pumpkin pie, but watching Spencer smile at him from beneath an ice cream mustache seemed like an okay trade-off.

When Brady finally logged off and closed his laptop, they were both drunk and full and happy.

“You wanna lie down?” Spencer was looking at him with heavy eyes.

Brady nodded. “Yeah, dude.”

Spencer slipped off his jacket as they made their way to his bunk, and as soon as he was lying down Brady crawled in beside him.

They spent a good long while reliving the Zoom dinner and laughing about it.

“My Uncle Gary with that stupid turkey hat..”

“Turkey! Drink!” Spencer raised his hand as if he was still holding a shot glass but quickly remembered they were done drinking.

“It was turkey noises, drink.”

Spencer just waved him off with a smile. “Whatever dude.”

They talked about his Uncle Philip and Aunt Diane and Brady told a story about his younger cousins and how one Christmas they nearly set his grandma’s tree on fire.

The mention of Brady’s grandma suddenly had Spencer in hysterics. “Oh man, she was talking about her dookie!”

“Dude. Sick.” Brady grimaced. “Let’s not talk about it.”

When Spencer’s laughter died down he swiped his hand over his forehead, trying to get the hair out of his face. Then he looked over at Brady and smiled.

Brady smiled back at him.

He really liked Spencer but Brady secretly thought that his hair was pretty bad. It was too long, and cut weirdly, and dyed an inky black color which seemed to clash with his reddish beard. Brady didn’t even acknowledge the blue tips. It was just a weird combination over all.

He would never want to tell Spencer what to do or how to cut it, but the alcohol seemed to be making him brave. Or making him an asshole? Brady couldn’t really decide.

“Dude, you ever get tired of your long hair?”

Spencer seemed to consider the question for a moment before replying, “yeah maybe sometimes, like when I’m eating, and when I’m trying to watch tv, and when I’m sleeping.”

“You think–”

“And when I’m in class and the prof is writing stuff on the board.”

“Do you think– ”

“And when I need to brush it.”

“Dude.”

“And when– ”

“Dude.”

“Yeah dude?”

“What if.. like.. what if I cut it?”

Spencer didn’t respond so Brady continued.

“I’m good at cutting hair, I cut my hair all the time.”

When Spencer still didn’t reply, panic started to hit Brady a little. He wasn’t aiming to hurt Spencer’s feelings, but he was suddenly afraid that maybe he had. He silently cursed the stupid alcohol making him say stupid things.

“But if you don’t wanna” Brady stammered, “that’s cool too.”

“Yeah, dude.”

“Like, yeah that’s cool?” Brady asked carefully.

“I mean, like, yeah you can cut it.”

“Are you serious?”

“For sure,” Spencer nodded, pushing hair off his forehead again. “But we gotta wait until we’re not drunk. You got those shaky hands, bro.”

Brady raised a hand up to take a look at it. Spencer was right – his hands always trembled a little but it was worse when he’d been drinking.

He lowered his hand and looked over at Spencer. “Tomorrow?”

“Sure dude, in the morning.”

Brady smiled. “Awesome.”

He convinced Spencer to get up with him and they walked to the communal bathroom together to pee and brush their teeth. It was still pretty early, but Brady knew with the alcohol in their systems and the Thanksgiving dinner they’d both be passed out long before midnight.

When they got back to their dorm room Brady pulled his shirt over his head and Spencer unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it on the floor.

“You wanna kiss or something?”

“Yeah, man.”

Brady followed Spencer back to the bunk, and kissed him until he was too tired to keep his eyes open.

Brady woke to the feeling of Spencer’s hand on him, smoothing over his back, and when he opened his eyes the room was bright with morning light.

“You awake?” Spencer asked and Brady nodded into his pillow.

He secretly liked their early mornings together. The inflection in Spencer’s voice was different, softer and calmer, with less of the nasal twang he always had when they drank. Most mornings Spencer’s hands would be on him and they’d touch a bit and fuck, and Brady would happily go along with everything. It was in those moments he thought maybe he was in love. Maybe Spencer was his boyfriend.

But as the day went on Brady would push those ideas away. They were roommates.

It was complicated.

Brady thought back to the conversation from the night before and he really wanted to ask Spencer about his hair, but being sober made it a little more difficult and he definitely didn’t want to risk hurting Spencer’s feelings. So Brady kept quiet and just rolled over to look at him.

Spencer’s hair was pure chaos, a messy black and blue mop on his head, and maybe Brady gave himself away by staring at it, but Spencer was soon grinning at him.

“You wanna get the scissors?”

“Only if you want to, man.”

“Yeah, dude,” Spencer ran his hand through his hair, giving it a shake, “go get them.”

Brady jumped out of bed and searched his desk drawer for the scissors he always used on his own hair. He grabbed a towel from the closet, and a comb, and then pointed to his desk chair.

“Sit there.”

Spencer did as he was told, and Brady draped the towel over his shoulders and pulled it closed over his chest.

For such a chaotic pile of hair, it was surprisingly free of tats. Brady combed through it, brushing it down over Spencer’s face, completely covering his eyes. He needed to see where to cut and how much, and when Brady felt like he was ready he paused to look at Spencer.

“You ready?”

He could see Spencer’s mouth form into a grin beneath the smooth black hair. “Yeah, man, go for it.”

Brady went for the blue tips first, happily lopping them off, and then he surveyed Spencer’s head again. The loss of the blue tips left him with some sort of bowl cut and Brady considered it for a minute before moving around Spencer and snipping away at the sides and back.

Black hair continued to fall as Brady cut, and Spencer sat quietly, and if he was worried about his hair he didn’t say so.

Brady managed to cut the sides short, uncovering Spencer’s ears which he was pretty sure he’d never seen before. He stood in front of Spencer and looked back and forth, trying to make sure he’d cut everything evenly.

Then he nudged Spencer’s knee, pushing his legs apart, and he stepped between them.

“Time for the front,” Brady said, taking a deep breath. “Hopefully I don’t wreck it.”

“You won’t, man.” Spencer placed his hands on Brady’s bare hips and left them there as Brady started cutting.

It didn’t take long, just a few cuts, but Brady went slowly – holding out pieces and trying to cut things a bit jagged so Spencer wasn’t left with a blunt cut straight across his forehead. When he felt like he was done, Brady ran his hand through Spencer’s hair, trying to force it into some sort of style.

“If you put some wax in it I think it’ll look pretty good,” he said as he removed the towel from Spencer’s shoulders.

“Do you have any?”

Spencer glanced up, and Brady’s only response was to stare at the green eyes looking back at him. He’d seen Spencer’s eyes before, of course, but never so clearly.

“Dude, you’ve got nice eyes.”

“So do you,” Spencer smiled. “They’re so blue.”

“Yours are green.”

“I know, man.”

Brady leaned in to kiss him.

It was the first time they’d kissed without being drunk first.

Spencer’s hands strengthened their grip on Brady’s hips, and Brady couldn’t keep himself from touching Spencer’s face. His beard was still wild and scratchy, and it still clashed with his black hair, but it didn’t really bother Brady.

His hands moved lower, sliding down to Spencer’s shoulders and touching over him and when Spencer sighed against his mouth, Brady slid down onto his knees and unzipped Spencer’s jeans.

Brady had seen his dick before, usually when they jerked off or after Spencer fucked him, but they generally didn’t touch each other that way. But Brady knew what Spencer looked like, how long he was, and that he was uncut. Brady liked the way Spencer’s cockhead hid sometimes. He’d always been interested in it, wanting to explore because it was different from his own dick, but they never did that kind of thing, with his face in Spencer’s lap and Spencer watching him.

Brady thought maybe they should start.

He paused before reaching beyond Spencer’s zipper.

“Is this okay, man?”

Spencer just nodded slowly, “oh yeah, dude..”

Brady was slow about it, wanting to touch and look, and he watched the way Spencer thickened in his hand and the slit of his dick peeked out a bit as the hooded skin uncovered it. Brady gripped a little tighter, sliding Spencer’s foreskin down to uncover the wet cockhead underneath. He tried it again a few times, sliding the skin up and over the head of Spencer’s dick and then back down, pulling it taut as Spencer’s cock strained and leaked.

Spencer was sighing above him, “ahh Brady, please..” so Brady leaned forward and took him into his mouth.

Spencer’s dick was slick and salty and Brady licked over him, thinking about the way he liked his own dick sucked and trying to emulate it. Brady took him as deep as he could before realising it made him gag and he didn’t like that much, so he focused on licking and sucking on the end, using his hand to jack Spencer’s foreskin a bit. Spencer was writhing above him, making soft little whining sounds as he gripped the arms of the desk chair.

“Oh god, dude,” he gasped, “oh Brady, please, please keep going.”

So Brady did. He licked and sucked until Spencer was whining and coming down his throat. Brady had tasted his own jizz before and Spencer’s wasn’t much different, and it didn’t make him gag like the deep throating did. He moved his mouth over Spencer one last time, leaving him wet and licked clean, and Spencer leaned down to hold Brady’s face and kiss him.

“Oh man, you taste like me.”

“Obviously,” Brady grinned, “you just jizzed in my mouth.”

“I sure did,” Spencer smiled back, and then he slid down from the chair and joined Brady on the floor.

Spencer gave him a soft push, “lie down.”

Brady laid back and watched as Spencer knelt over him and loosened the ties on his joggers. His dick was tenting the fabric and Spencer looked at it before looking up at him.

“Can I suck you, dude?”

Brady’s eyes went wide. “God, dude, YES.”

He watched as Spencer pulled his joggers down and his dick sprung free, and then Spencer’s mouth was on him, wet and warm. Brady wanted to buck his hips up because it felt so good, and maybe Spencer knew it, because his hands moved to hold Brady’s bare hips again, pressing him to the floor as he took Brady’s cock as deep as he could. Spencer nearly gagged on it, and then he pulled his mouth back and completely away to watch the trail of spit and precum stretch between his lips and Brady’s cockhead.

“Spencer,” Brady gasped, wanting his mouth back, and Spencer moved down again, sucking over him nice and slow.

He’d had his dick sucked before, plenty of times, but Spencer’s mouth on him felt different. Sweet almost, and it gave Brady an odd feeling in his chest. He reached down to touch Spencer’s head, running his fingers through the fresh haircut, and Spencer glanced up at him, his green eyes soft and wanting as he smiled around Brady’s dick.

Brady watched him a little longer, enjoying the way Spencer’s lips moved over him, sucking him a little deeper each time. And when Brady felt himself teetering on the edge, he tipped his head back and pushed his hips against Spencer’s hands as he pulsed inside Spencer’s mouth. Those wet lips stayed tight around him, sucking every bit of jizz out of him until Brady was spent and unable to move another muscle.

Spencer flopped down next to him and after a moment he felt Spencer’s hand reach for his and they entwined their fingers.

“We should do that all the time.”

“Yeah, man.”

“Like, every day.”

“Yeah.”

Brady looked over and smiled at Spencer, and Spencer grinned back at him as he leaned in for another kiss.

It wasn’t really that complicated.

Brady was pretty sure he was in love. And Spencer was definitely his boyfriend.

#dude bro boyfriends #brady/spencer #rhink fic #but not exactly #they're randl characters #they were roommates #my fic #rhink #spencer/brady #sprady

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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we have to stop meeting like this - part three

Summary: Aiden is a real life cat burglar, lambert is tired, and his actual cat is a nuisance

Ship: Lambden

Rating: T

Written for @thewitcherbog train event with @all-hail-the-witcher, @king-finnigan and @law-of-excluded-middle

Part one, two - next - AO3

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Lambert definitely didn’t have a skip in his step as he strode away from the Chinese restaurant. The bags felt heavy in his arms, but he still felt like he was flying. Now that he’d thought about it, the idea of spending a whole evening with his intruder was suddenly very appealing. He’d been alone for most of his adult life, most of his childhood too if he was being honest, but he tried not to think about that. Geralt and Eskel were as good a family as any, especially after his shit-head of a father.

Maybe that was why he was clinging onto Aiden now? The idiot had been breaking into his apartment for weeks now, and it was starting to feel familiar, comfortable - almost domestic. It was stupid. The man was breaking and entering for fuck’s sake, only an idiot would be encouraging it.

He wasn’t encouraging it.

He was just being a good citizen. Aiden was obviously not in a good place. Why else would you keep breaking into someone’s house and stealing their food?

It was Lambert’s duty to help out where he could… right? The extra food had nothing to do with the weird feeling in his chest, or the flutter of hope that something could bloom between them, a friendship… maybe romantic? But nope, no, it had nothing to do with that at all.

It didn’t hurt that Aiden was attractive, or maybe Lambert was a disaster bisexual who thought with his dick rather than his head, but sue him. He was weak for a pretty face, especially now night was setting in and he wasn’t groggy and half asleep. Lambert grumbled under his breath, a stream of swears and nonsensical words, wondering (not for the first time) how a night owl had ended up in a morning person’s job.

Fuck.

Aiden probably thought he was an idiot. He probably kept breaking in just so he could laugh at Lambert’s moronic behaviour pre-caffeine.

He was not responsible for anything he said or did pre-caffeine.

The takeaway in his hands suddenly felt like it carried the weight of the world as his apartment came into view, his hand shaking as he pulled the key from his pocket. Lambert blamed the chill despite the mild temperature outside, refusing to acknowledge the butterflies that were trapped in his stomach. Inside the apartment, the lights were off, but that didn’t mean anything. Aiden seemed to thrive in the dark, so much so that Lambert half expected his eyes to start glowing in the headlights of passing cars.

A proper cat burglar.

Chaotic little kitten.

He flicked on the light, absolutely not whilst holding his breath, and jumped back as Adien tumbled off the couch with a deranged hissing sound. Lambert chucked, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he peered down at the intruder, remembering Aiden’s words from earlier:

“We have to stop meeting like this?”

Aiden’s glare morphed into a mischievous expression as he rolled onto his stomach, chin resting on his hands. “We would if you'd stop breaking into my fucking apartment,” he purred.

It was such a ridiculous line that Lambert couldn’t help but laugh, “Excuse you! This is my apartment!” He managed to choke out between bouts of laughter, “You don’t even pay rent, kitten!”

Time seemed to slow as they both realised what he’d said. The nickname had slipped out without permission, and Lambert felt his eyes go wide. The takeaway almost slipped from his fingers in his shock, his hand clapping over his mouth before he could say anything else and dig the hole any deeper.

But Aiden just smirked; raising an eyebrow as he licked his lips dangerously. “Kitten?”

“Cat burglar,” Lambert grumbled, stalking into the kitchen to grab plates so that Aiden couldn’t see his blush. “I ordered too much,” he said, definitely not changing the subject, “you might as well eat!” his call to the bastard in the living room bounced off the kitchen tiles.

Bastard.

“Where’s my cat?!” He yelled, poking his head around the doorframe, glaring fiercely at Aiden.

He had to glare, lest he do some sappy shit, like smile dopily at the sight of Aiden fitting so perfectly into the space Lambert had carved out for himself in this dingy little apartment. No, that was unacceptable. The man was an intruder, a burglar… just a really really pretty one.

Fuck.

“I let her out,” Aiden said with a shrug, not caring about Lambert’s inner crisis. “Bastard was shredding your couch so I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Lambert narrowed his eyes before glancing at the clock. He was surprised to see that it was about the right time for Bastard to be let out. She was usually yelling in Lambert’s face by now, rubbing around his ankles and being a general nuisance, lovable but an annoying little shit. But Aiden had sorted it, without Lambert asking, just handling it because he could… because he wanted to?

God, Lambert was a mess.

The fact that Aiden had not only figured out Lambert’s routine, but was working his way into that seamlessly, did some strange things to Lambert’s heart.

Lambert was clearly going mad.

“Hmm, fine,” he muttered, cursing himself internally as he realised he was picking up bad habits from Geralt. “Just grab a plate already.”

Aiden rolled his eyes and pulled a box of the takeaway into his lap, scooping out some chopsticks and pointedly ignoring the plates. With a shrug Lambert decided to do the same and they sat awkwardly together on the floor in front of the TV. Lambert considered moving to sit on the couch for comfort, but… well, Aiden was on the floor. He wanted to get to know the man who kept breaking into both his house and the walls he’d built up so carefully around his heart.

“So, kitten,” he cooed, bumping their shoulders together, “apart from breaking into my house for dinner like a stray cat, what do you do?”

#the witcher #lambden #laiden #lambert #aiden #wolfie’s witcher writing #click the bog blog for the discord link

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foreverydinger · 3 years

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Graduation Flashbacks 2k21

Tony reminisces on graduations past while sitting in the ceremony.

Featuring: @tallulahrobinson @notmuchofatail @notbad-justsungthatway @oh-phineas @devyn-morey (lol)

Tony was in his stupid hat and gown again. It was the same one he’d had for years, only updating it when the school decided to change the style of cap and gown they’d want their students to wear. He glanced to the side, daring a look at his ex-boyfriend Haechan Roberts that he was assigned to sit beside. They had both been ignoring the other since being told that they would be sitting in alphabetical order. Tony had known it was coming, had known the moment he found out the other’s surname. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he’d done this sixty times before. Though Haechan reminded him of a few other R-named exes he’d been with many years ago.

“Promise you’ll write to me,” Tally had insisted when they’d discussed the breakup. Tony blinked at her, his heart aching as he realized what he’d have to do. He didn’t want to lie to her but what was one to do when the great and powerful Tallulah Robinson asked something of you?

“I promise, Tally. You go off and get your degree, see the world, send me postcards. I’ll be here, in Swynlake. It’s not like you’ll never see me again, your family’s here after all.” He chuckled through the pain, eyes beginning to water.

Sitting in the ceremony didn’t feel cold, instead they held hands side by side. Squeezing whenever something particularly emotional started to be said. ‘Goodbyes are hard,’ Tony thought as he stared not at the presenters but at her face. ‘She’ll be alright, though. She’s a force.’

“Congratulations, Class of 2010,” came the headmaster’s voice booming over the speakers. “You did it!”

As a roar rang out over the crowd Tony felt that same tingling, saw those same sparkles only he ever seemed to notice as the ceremony came to a conclusion. Despite his desire to hang on, to cling to Tallulah’s hand for dear life, he felt her grip slacken until she had completely dropped Tony. She had no reason to hold the hand of the boy beside her, she didn’t know him despite how small the school was.

She had places to be and a small town to forget.

The speakers were giving some emotional speech and Tony swiped at his eyes in frustration. Most people, if they saw him, might think he was just getting emotional about leaving Swynlake. The rumors had swirled around him about whether he was staying in the small town or leaving them for MIT. It was stupid, he regretted even posting the fake acceptance nowadays, but he supposed it wouldn’t matter shortly. He’d have to just fake a Pride U acceptance instead, as he usually did.

He looked around the expanse of graduates, spotting Phineas Flynn across the room. One of the few people whose relationships had transformed the most. Tony had barely considered the kid back when he had moved to their peculiar little town which had transformed drastically to incensed rage and been doused much like the flames he’d been spared from with, of all things, the power of music. Tony nearly rolled his eyes at the memory now if he ignored the very real damage that had been done to his person at the time.

The evolution of their friendship caused him to reminisce upon another relationship of his that had changed drastically since their first meeting: Gregory Eeyore.

He thought about Greg whom he had been texting constantly the past few days. They were best friends now, Greg had even believed Ian and Tony about the curse, even if the recollection of memories hadn’t been made possible unlike Ian. Honestly, the teenager wasn’t sure whether or not that was such a bad thing given their rocky past.

Tony scanned the sea of people who were all about to leave him behind. He spotted the likes of Devyn Morey—’Good for them, making it this far!’—before his eyes landed upon one Gregory Eeyore. It wasn’t as though Tony had been friends with Gregory by any stretch of the imagination. On the contrary, Tony was convinced that Greg hated him by association with his friends who had done little more than torment the quieter student.

Over the last few years Tony had dissuaded his friends from torturing their classmate, though the attempts were quieter than Tony knew he should have been and filled with the fear of being socially ejected. It seemed silly, sometimes, thinking about his fear of being rejected from a social group given he had a built-in redo in a way but recovering from that and climbing back up the social ladder even with the help of his curse’s bonus popularity air still took time and effort that he didn’t always want to do.

So Greg had suffered for it.

As Tony watched the other he made a silent wish—something that he should have stopped doing long ago after having his wish granted to never leave secondary—that Greg would find his niche out in the world now that secondary would be left behind him. Tony wanted nothing more than for Greg to find the peace he deserved.

“Congratulations, Class of 2017,” came the headmaster’s voice booming over the speakers. “You did it!”

As the announcement was made and caps were thrown into the air in celebration Tony felt that familiar tingle and sparkle surround him. He hoped that perhaps a part of that magical seal would grant this new wish.

Focusing on what friendships would prevail, Tony had to focus on the positives.

He would still have Pip, feisty and loyal Pip, to keep his feet on the ground and yet also keep him on his toes. There was never a dull moment in their friendship and he couldn’t wait for long nights with him listening to musicals or any of the other interests that the younger boy held to his chest.

Tony could hold onto the friendship he’d newly cultivated with Mim Ambrosius who was a brushfire. Chaotic and terrifying in the danger she could create while also being capable of cultivating a sort of refreshment on life much like the sorts of plants that had to burn to spread their seeds and flourish elsewhere.

He scanned the crowd to see if he could spot any particular faces turned toward himself. He caught a glimpse of someone’s profile for a moment and mistook them for the one and only Jessica Rabbit.

“We’re still friends,” Jessica whispered as she sat beside him.

“What?” He tore his eyes from the headmaster manning the ceremony to look her way. They had determined this when Jess had broken up with him a couple weeks prior, Tony had almost been relieved he wouldn’t have to break her heart. Jessica was of a rare breed; kind to a fault and sharp as a tack. Tony hadn’t wanted to live on in her heart as any form of regret.

“We’re still friends, Tony.”

“‘Course we are, Bun,” he teased, the old nickname slipping into the sentence without his permission. “‘Til the very end.” It wasn’t a lie at least, not really. He didn’t want to lie to her, not ever.

“If you’re not leaving Swynlake then—”

“Don’t worry about it, Jess,” Tony cut her off, not wanting to know where that sentence was going. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll figure it out.” Just because she was figuring it out without him didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to assuage her fears. He reached over to give her hand a short squeeze before returning it to his own lap.

They had been each other’s support system over this short time together. The long nights at work and the longer nights in his flat reading comic books while a record spun in the background. The hushed and reverent voices mingling in the dark as the two tired teens just allowed themselves to unwind from the pressures that threatened to break down their doors.

“Love you, Bun,” he admitted, glancing at her face for a fraction of a second. He tried not to seek what emotion was shining there before turning his attention back to the headmaster.

“Congratulations, Class of 2003,” came the headmaster’s voice booming over the speakers. “You did it!”

He’d see her again, just under different circumstances.

Ah, there were the tears once again and Tony chuckled at his sappy self. Haechan turned their face to raise a brow at him but he ignored their questioning expression. It would be alright, Tony told himself. He wasn’t alone, he was determined to believe it. He thought about Ian at home, the journals placed out upon the table ready to inform him of Tony’s existence once again. If it had worked once it had to work again... right?

When his row’s time came, Tony stood from his seat, walking across the stage as he always did. He knew every step, knew every creak in the stage floor that the attendant eyes of the crowd wouldn’t hear but still brought a bit of cringe to him so he avoided it easily. It wasn’t long, then, for when his name would be called. He walked across the stage, hearing a couple cheers for him despite the announcer saying not to cheer until the very end. No one ever listened to that announcement when their kid got called.

After being handed another diploma Tony thanked the headmaster as he always did and retreated back to his seat. This diploma was one of many and he just sighed as he realized it would go into that box beneath his bed like all of the others where it would collect dust unless—until—Tony and Ian broke the curse.

“Congratulations, Class of 2021,” came the headmaster’s voice booming over the speakers. This time breaking him of his reverie. “You did it!”

‘Maybe this time,’ Tony thought with a hint of optimism in his heart. ‘I don’t think that I’ve broken the curse, not by a long shot, but maybe... just maybe... I’ve actually managed to accomplish something. A family. A life.’

#this hurt me #[ graduation ]#[ s. graduation flashbacks 2k21 ]#[ tany ]#[ phony ]#[ treg ]#[ tess ]#[ inspo ]

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retvenkos · 4 years

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“if i die, i’m haunting you - you’re not off the hook that easy”

requested

OKAY, FAM, HERE WE GO, TALKING ABOUT BEING BFFS WITH THE ONE AND ONLY KLAUS HARGREEVES...

first of all... good luck

klaus can just be... the most, so you’re patience would have to be something else.

BUT while you are the more calm out of the two of you, you also have those moments where you just want to go and klaus whines while you pull him to your next destination, promising it will be worth his while.

“i’ll have you know my expectations are very high.”

“we both know that’s a lie, klaus. you’d lick the cement if i told you that you could get high off of it.”

but honestly the two of you can make a party out of anything

if you go grocery shopping together, you’ll end up pushing him in the cart and he’ll just pick things off the shelves, opening chips and cookies while you try to find what you are looking for

you two crash diners a lot, and it’s the equivalent of having a high school theatre cast stop by, because you are just as obnoxious and the waitresses and waiters fight over who ends up serving you

if you go to the movies together, you definitely sneak in food and you either have to stop or join him when he starts to smoke in the back.

klaus is just chaotic, and the fact that you can keep up is truly astounding

oh, and we all know that you drive klaus everywhere, so be prepared for that

and, yes, he is 100% a backseat driver

and i’m so sorry, it’s annoying but if you try to tell him to stop, it just gets worse

it’s either backseat driving or he’s having arguments with ben (which you definitely weigh in on, despite only hearing half of the argument) and honestly, it’s a toss up between which is objectively worse.

oh, and i firmly believe that klaus either lives with you or is just crashing on your couch so often that it feels like he’s a permanent member of that place you call home

even though he’s constantly coming and going, your place is a constant in the chaos of his life, and it’s just so wholesome, okay?

but he’s also constantly stealing your clothes, so beware

“y’know, some people would be honored to have me wear their clothes.”

“really?”

“uh huh.”

“so then why do you have to steal mine? why not wear theirs?”

and on the first night he sleeps over, you wake up in the middle of the night because you hear him... crying?

and you’re groggy and tired (and possibly working off a hangover yourself), but you go over to him, expecting to see him up, sitting on the couch with the heels of his hands pushing against wide eyes, but instead, you find him... asleep

and you stand there, not sure if you should wake him or let him rest

was he resting, though, in this agony?

he wakes up, then, and you stay up the rest of the night, talking

nothing in particular, really

but you manage to talk about anything and everything, and you know klaus better than before

god, give this man a friend. he deserves it.

the best thing about you and klaus’ friendship is that he never has to do any stupid thing on his own, because you will 100% join him

or vehemently protest, talking him out of some of the worse decisions he tries to make

but whatever klaus gets up to, you are there because if you didn’t, klaus would definitely be dead at this point

miracles can happen

and if you ever meet his siblings (you know all about them, klaus loves to talk about his dysfunctional family), they commend you for putting up with him

you are seemingly the more put together one, but klaus will always remind you that you are just as much a mess as he is - he just wears insanity better

“i honestly don’t know how you do it. i tried to kill him at least three times when we were kids.” (diego, probably)

“yes, (y/n)’s a saint, we’re all aware.”

“jealous, are we? your family likes me better than they like you.”

“they don’t know you like i do.”

oh, and you and klaus definitely got matching tattoos once

do you regret it? maybe. did you remove it? hell no.

but you do threaten to, if klaus is being especially idiotic

“you wouldn’t dare.”

“you wanna bet?”

“you know i don’t have the money - i’m poor!”

“maybe if you hadn’t spent all that money on dope, you wouldn’t be.”

“and have self control? you know that’s not my brand.”

and i forgot to mention - you and klaus have the worst best taste in music

and you definitely spontaneously break out into song just to annoy each other and/or those around you

ben wants to off himself whenever you guys start but he’s already dead, so...

i think what is most poignant about your friendship is that the two of you can be your most true selves around each other

klaus is clearly not the greatest with real, raw feelings, but you have shown him time and time again that he can be vulnerable around you, and that is honestly so comforting to him

honestly? where would he be without you? you’re like the family he always needed, and he’s so g l a d that he found you and you decided he’s worth sticking around for

and, at the same time, the two of you can do dumb, stupid, and sometimes really bad stuff, and you don’t judge him for it - instead, you join him

i feel like everyone in klaus’ life holds the moral high ground, and while that is gives him something to work towards, it can also be really demoralizing

the fact that you are more on par with him but still keep him in check is definitely good for him - you’re not better, you just know a little better and you both still respect the other

that got kind of sappy, my bad. but klaus deserves a bff? you, him, and ben can be a holy trinity of chaos.

klaus is clearly the chaotic neutral of the group.

just,,, please treat your bff kindly. threaten him, but be kind.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

taglist: @babyplutoszx2

#the umbrella academy #tua #klaus hargreeves #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #would include #imagine #platonic #platonic!reader #fluff

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alolaluna-moving · 3 years

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MEET THE MUSE!

Rules: Answer in-character. Repost, don’t reblog.

THE BASICS:

► NAME ➭ ❝ Selene Mizuki Lantana Okalani! Yeah, two moon-related things- that has to do with my birthday! ❞

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ ❝ Yes? ❞

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ ❝ Um- ❞ (Queue the "We'll Be Right Back" screen.)

► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ ❝ TAKE A FUCKING GUESS! ❞

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ ❝ Nope, and good riddance to my dad! ❞

NINE FACTS:

► BIRTH PLACE ➭ ❝ Celadon City! You know, that city in the Kanto region with the gym leader who likes teaching random kids the art of 'flower-arranging?' ❞

► HAIR COLOR ➭ ❝ It's dyed dark purple right now! Some people mistake it for black when the lighting is bad. My natural hair color is light brown! ❞

► EYE COLOR ➭ ❝ My natural E-C is blue, but I always wear purple contacts! Gotta match with my hair, you know! ❞

► BIRTHDAY ➭ ❝ December 21st, the longest night of that year, also known as the Winter Solstice! Get why they named me after two different moon-related things now? ❞

► MOOD ➭ ❝ Given my norm, you caught me in a fairly good mood! ❞ (The Alolan is currently glowering at everyone she sees.)

► GENDER ➭ ❝ I'm a girl! ❞

► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ ❝ There's absolutely no competition, summer for the win! Winter is horrible. ❞

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ ❝ Afternoons in Alola are great and all, but there's just something about mornings that makes this region seem so familial and nostalgic. There's nothing like it! ❞

LOVE LIFE:

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ ❝ None of your business, loser! Leave me alone! ❞

► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ ❝ I feel sorry for any poor, naive soul that does. I don't know how anyone could fall for somebody else just by giving them a glance! Save that trope for those sappy, gross romance movies that Unova and Kalos love putting in their studios, not for the real world! ❞

► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ ❝ I did. We were idiots in second grade who just wanted to try what the older kids were doing, so it wasn't that heartbreaking for either of us! That was before I realized that I don't like boys. ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ ❝ How would I know that? Stop torturing me with such stupid questions! ❞

► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ ❝ Nope, as long as the person I'm making commitments to is a decent human being! ❞

► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ ❝ Hugs are saved for my mom! ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ ❝ THEY'RE CALLED SECRET ADMIRERS FOR A REASON YOU MORON! Ahem, sorry. Gotta be civil here, apparently! If you're asking whether I've been sent that sort of stuff anonymously or not, nope. ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ ❝ ..No? ❞

CHOICES:

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ ❝ Love! Lust is gross! ❞

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ ❝ Lemonade! Lemonade! Lemonade- okay, I got carried away. Continue. ❞

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ ❝ I have a few best friends, obviously! Hau and Lillie are my closest friends, though. ❞

► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ ❝ Definitely a wild night out! Wild nights are always fun! ❞

► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ ❝ Nighttime! It's quieter at nighttime, you're less likely to be bothered- though obviously, there's more people actively at nighttime in Alola than any other region due to our cultures. But it's still a lower chance than in broad daylight! But it's not just that! There's something magical about taking a stroll through the wilderness or Mantine Surfing under the moonlight. It just feels.. right, you know? ❞

HAVE YOU EVER:

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ ❝ Duh! Eventually I just started sneaking out by climbing on the roof, though. ❞

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ ❝ You mean to say other people haven't? Oh man, I'm a clutz, aren't I?❞

► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ ❝ ..Yes to the former, but that's a time I don't want to talk about. ❞

CHOICES PT. 2:

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ ❝ Definitely the eyes, it's much easier to read people through their eyes than through their smile! Anyone can smile, but only sincere people can actually show that they mean it. ❞

► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ ❝ Taller. So I can intimidate even more people with my height. It's fun, being 6'2"! ❞

► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ ❝ Intelligence matters way more than attraction to me. Everybody has a different way of presenting themselves! As long as they don't smell like they haven't showered in four months, we're good! ❞ (Selene has some issues with judging someone for how beautiful or ugly they are. Because, you know, she did see Lusamine do that exact thing to her best friend, deeming her 'ugly' and likewise.)

► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ ❝ Relationships. ❞

FAMILY:

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ ❝ Only really my mom and her side of the family. I never saw eye-to-eye with any relatives on my dad's side, or my brother. ❞

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ ❝ I wouldn't word it as 'messed up,' I would word it as 'chaotic!' ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ ❝ Twice. Once in Kanto because I was sick of listening to my family bicker. Then there was the whole ordeal after that incident. ❞

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ ❝ Somehow, no! ❞

FRIENDS:

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ ❝ I'm not afraid of telling people I hate to piss off, so nope, I love all my friends! ❞

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ ❝ Not quite. I use 'good friend' and 'best friend' interchangeably, so I'd technically only have a few 'good friends.' ❞

► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ ❝ I don't really have a number one best friend, I don't like picking favorites out of my main circle! My closest human friends are Hau, Lillie, and Gladion, I've been through a lot with them and nothing can replace them in my heart. I'm also quite close with all of the trial captains, though out of that bunch, I'm closest to Acerola. And of course, there's my Pokemon team and Andro! ❞

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ ❝ No humans, actually. My main Pokemon team, Andro, and Lunala know everything. ❞

Tagged by: @distortsverity (thank you!!)

Tagging: You know the drill- steal it :)

#🌙*⊱ ┇✧ ❝ night is a time of healing ;; games ❞#thanks for tagging me! this was really fun and a good way to get some more muse for sel :)

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gritsandbrits · 3 years

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Descendants Rewrite: New Friend Or New Foe?

So recently I was thinking about a rewrite of Descendants 3 where Hades has more screentime and importance and came up with an idea where he ends up accompanying the Core 4 in a human disguise and fake alias and acts as a mysterious benefactor/trickster-type figure towards them and only reveals his true identity during a 1v1 with Audrey. Then I remembered your amazing Descendants OCs and how they replace the Core 4 in your rewrite and started thinking how hilarious it would be for them to have the literal god of the Underworld and the dead as their insane crackhead uncle figure and then this came into fruition. This can fit with either the canon-compliant rewrite or the second-gen rewrite, I didn’t really write it with a specific one in mind. Hope you enjoy!

Paige: “Look guys, I know that it’s difficult to stay positive with everything that’s going on, but we can’t give up hope! All of Auradon is counting us to save it, and we can’t let them down or let anything bad happen to them! I’m sure we can come up with something! Let’s take turns pitching ideas and-”

???: “Not so fast.”

(The gang, obviously startled by the mysterious voice, turn to the direction it’s coming from and see a tall, angular, glasses-wearing businessman with slicked-back black hair, dark blue eyes, and wearing a sharp black three-piece suit along with a tie held by a skull-shaped brooch approaching them.)

Soraya, wielding a spear similar to her mother’s and not hesitating to cut this SOB if he dares to lay a hand on her friends: “Stop right there! We’ve gone through too much to get to this point, and we’re not going to let someone like you send us back to square one! Take one more step and we’ll-”

???, having walked right up to her and is now gently pushing the spear down with his finger: “You must be fun at parties. Don’t get all antsy like that, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here ‘cause I wanna help.”

Aggie: “Wait...help? Help with what?”

???: “Whatcha think I wanna help you, kid? This, obviously! This whole little ‘save-the-kingdom’ bit you got goin’ on here. Hi, how’ you doin’!? Name’s Peter Davis, but you just call me Dave.”

Soraya, hesitantly lowering her spear: “You want to help us save Auradon?”

Dave: “What are you, deaf? I just said so three times already!”

Soraya: “But why? What could you possibly gain from this?”

Dave: “It’s less about what I gain and more about what you gain. You’re facing your biggest and baddest bad guy yet, and everyone knows that in order to beat a villain, you gotta think like one. And I just so happen to be one! Well, a former one, that is. Wanted to shake things up a bit once upon a time by taking over the world and causing all of humanity to plunge into chaos and despair and all that jazz. Honestly, who hasn’t dreamed of doing something like that at least once in their life? But after everything that could go wrong did go wrong, I decided to take a good long look at myself and thought ‘hey, maybe this whole evil business ain’t working out for me’. You live, you learn, you get thrown in a river and spend ages trying to pull yourself out.”

Arthur: “...is that last part supposed to be a metaphor?”

Dave: “Could be interpreted as one if you really look. Point is, I know how bad guys operate better than anyone around, and you could use someone like that on your team. And as for why I wanna be that someone on your team, I got a few reasons for doing so. Part of it’s because I wanna prove to everyone that I’ve turned over a new leaf and am just as much of a hero as any one of them. Part of it’s because I always felt like I was an outcast that was never really accepted by anyone and I finally want to be the spotlight for once. But I don’t wanna make you all teary-eared, so I’ll skip the sappy stuff and tell you my biggest reason for joining: because I’m bored.”

Aggie: “You’re...bored?”

Dave: “Bored doesn’t even do it justice! Work’s been as tedious and dull as watching paint dry, and it’s been forever since I got involved in a good hero’s journey. So when I heard about this little quest and the chance to finally get involved in some real action again, I decided to take a surprise vacation day and went out to find you and your traveling party. And what do you know, here you stand right in front of me! It’s an even trade: you get to the help you need to beat the bad guy and get your ‘Happily Ever Afters’, I get to take part in the adventure of a lifetime. We get to kill two birds with one stone!”

Paige: “But what about your job?”

Dave: “My kids can take care of it! They’ve got good heads on their shoulders, they’re capable of taking care of things while my wife’s away, they should be just fine. So, what do you say? Wanna add me to the party?”

Paige: (thinks for a second, then gives her answer) “...I think this is a decision my friends and I should make together.”

Dave: “Ah, you wanna think it over first! You’re smarter than you look, kid. Take your time, but don’t hold me up for too long. If there’s one thing I’m bad at, it’s waiting.”

(Paige assembles Soraya, Aggie, and Arthur into a group huddle and they start discussing what to do.)

Soraya: “I don’t think it’s a good idea to let him join. He doesn’t seem very trustworthy, almost like some sort of sleazy dealmaker. Something tells me that he’s hiding something from us.”

Aggie: “I agree with Soraya. He might end up stabbing us in the back or using us to further an evil scheme of his own.”

Arthur: “Well, we also thought that about the kids on the Isle at first, but they turned out to be better than we thought! Plus, if Ben were here, he’d let him join us. Isn’t that what he said all of Auradon should do? Giving everyone a chance?”

Soraya: “This is different. The kids on the Isle were like us. They were never that bad to begin with, they just need some help to get on the right track. This ‘Dave’ person is older than them and clearly has had more experience in the evil department, which means he’s probably perfectly capable and willing to use us for his own gain while knowing full well that what he’s doing is wrong and continuing to do it regardless. Besides, Ben isn’t stupid. He knows full well that not everyone can be redeemed. Some people are too selfish and cruel to ever want to better themselves, with Dave possibly being one of them, and we’ve got too much on our plate to consider taking this big of a risk.”

Aggie: “What about you, Paige? Should we let him join?”

Paige: “....Arthur’s right. I know what it's like to be an outcast, and his claim of feeling like one and wanting to be accepted seems like it’s genuine. And if he really is an ex-villain that wants to redeem himself, I think we should help him turn over a new leaf. As Ben always says, ‘self-betterment is never age-restricted’. Besides, we need all the help we can get right now, even if it's being provided by sleazy dealmakers. And if he really is using us for an evil scheme of his, he doesn’t know just who he’s dealing with. The second he tries anything, we can kick his butt in three seconds flat!”

Soraya: “...alright, if you say so. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

Aggie: “Well, I trust your judgement, and if Soraya’s agreeing to it, then that means she trusts it as well. I guess I’ll take my chances.”

Paige: “You guys are the best. I promise that I won’t let you down.”

(The gang breaks up the group huddle and Paige walks up to Dave.)

Paige: “Alright, we’ve decided to let you join us.”

Dave: “Good choice, kiddo.”

Paige: “If, and only if, you agree to help us the entire journey and not end up turning on us. The second you do, the deal is off and we won’t hesitate to kick you to the curb.”

Dave: “Trust me, kid: that ain’t gonna happen. But just to assure that I won’t, I’ll accept those terms and make sure to play nice. Wanna shake on it and make it official?”

Paige: “Sure, why not?”

(She sticks out her hand, and Dave gives it a quick, firm shake.)

Paige: “Wow, your hands are warmer than I thought.”

Dave: “What can I say, kid, I’m practically burning with excitement! I can’t thank you enough for letting me come along. Trust me, you and your friends are not gonna regret this.”

(Cue a catchy little song and dance number where Dave sings all about how far the kids will go with his help and cements his role as the designated chaotic neutral of the group.)

(Author’s Notes:

Peter Davis and “Dave” are references to Ditis Pater and Dis, both of which are aliases for Hades. I thought it could be a nice reference as well as subtle foreshadowing. It’s also very plain sounding, which means it’s perfect for a god trying to blend in with humanity.

His human disguise is based on the appearance of his voice actor James Woods. I know Hades has a canonical human form in Descendants, but since I decided to have him align with James Woods’ portrayal of him rather than Cheyenne Jackson’s, I envisioned looking like a sleazy businessman in his mid forties as I thought it fit his personality better than the punkish biker/rockstar style he has in Canon!Descendants, and also because I pictured him still being in the Underworld instead of on the Isle here and ditching his very important job in favor of going on an exciting adventure, so I imagine that he wouldn’t want to stand out too much for fear of Zeus or Hercules finding him and permanently banishing his ass to the Underworld for fear of what happened the last time he visited the mortal realm happening again. Plus I think there was a video game or event at Disneyland or something that showed Hades dressed as a mob boss so it serves as another fun reference.

The wife Hades mentions is Persephone, and the kids he mentioned are the ones they managed to have together. I wrote them as together even in the Disney canon for three reasons; one, it helps show Hades in a more sympathetic light and better emphasize the point that there are villains out there who love their families and that Hades has decided to change himself for the better, two, it could lead to him bonding with Paige by giving her advice about love and marriage after she tells him about being unsure whether or not to accept Ben’s proposal, and three, because Hades and Persephone were such an iconic power couple in Greek mythology that I would feel like an absolute fool if I left them out.)

G&B: I AM ABSOLUTELY MINDBLOWN BY THIS 😍😍😍😍😍😍

#descendants #OP I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK #submission #disney descendants #rewrite #long txt

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caffeinated-moonchild · 3 years

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therapy [jeon jungkook]

writer: michiko

genre: angst, short story, fan fiction

synopsis: some things are only for oneself. some things are shared to friends, family, significant other, or even social media. but there are things that only the therapist knows.

character/s: jeon jungkook, original character [i]

TRIGGER WARNING: may contain mention of violence, profanity, mental health, self-harm

story:

There are things that no one else knows, things that are better off kept to oneself or locked away in the deepest and darkest part of ourselves. It sounds kind of selfish, almost as if I did not give a single fuck about anyone around me because sharing is supposed to be caring, but let us be honest for a while...none of you gives a shit about anyone, too.

But when you keep everything to yourself and not share it with anyone, chances are you would burst into flames and your enemies will dance on your ashes, not even taking time to scatter your remains at your favorite place. So the moral lesson of life is trust no one.

Why have I grown to be such a heartless loser? It’s all because of a guy.

How cliché. But isn’t life a compilation of clichés?

“Let’s give him a name. Jeon. Let’s call him that.

It wasn’t anything romantic or extraordinary like eyes meeting from opposite sides of the room or bumping into each other and me spilling coffee on his perfect white shirt. But it does involve coffee.

There is this hidden gem of a coffee shop in Gangnam that holds these jam nights. It's really fun. It's not just music. There's a bit of slam poetry and every Friday the 13th, there's a speed dating.

Yes. That's where I met Jeon.

I still remember his first question…"

I had yet to settle on the stool when the guy asked, "What's with the black lipstick?" His voice dripped of this tone that seemed like some kind of judgment, which I was ready to retort. But then my eyes saw the most gorgeous being to walk this fucked up planet. Maybe for me but that was the thing, I normally dislike everyone but there was something about him that gripped onto me so tight that I could not find a way to escape it.

His dark brown eyes seemed too pierce through my soul, his button nose being the only adorable thing on such a handsome face, his red lips tugged up to a smirk, and framing his face was his gorgeous chin-length black hair with an undercut on the right side―a modern Hades with his black clothes and black boots, matched with his golden skin that glowed even under the dim light of the coffee shop.

I arched my brow as I looked at him, wondering what a guy like him was doing at a speed dating.

“Not to be judgmental but he had the look of a sex god and I am pretty sure that every girl who sees him would definitely jump on him. Trust me on that one because if it wasn’t for my lack of interest and self-control, I would have straddled him right there and then.”

Out of habit, I rolled my eyes not out of genuine annoyance but more of to build a bit of persona around him. It was more of a mask as I tried to gauge what he likes and what he was into...the likes. “I didn’t really want to go to this thing. When they said Friday the 13th event, I was looking forward to a slasher fest or a horror movie night, but apparently that’s not what’s going on. I’m not thrilled.”

And though I stay over poetry and enjoy the sappy love songs, my reputation has long become the disturbed girl with serious parental issues resulting in lack of self-confidence and self-love, matched with a foul mouth and love for gore and anything dark and darker than black.

“Call it stupid but it was easier to put a mask for someone rather than to bare my soul and be judged and tossed to the side. At least, with a mask, I can throw it away and make a new one. That makes me sound so deranged but so what?”

He chuckled, crossing his legs like he was some kind of model who just had to show off that he could look like a model. “Dark but I like it.”

That was what did it for me. The moment he appreciated the darkness I presented, I thought that nothing would scare him because right then he knew that knives and blood are what keep me sane. Right then I thought that he knew what kind of mess he was getting into...or what I thought he was getting into.

“The more we talked, the more I found myself falling in love with him. I learned how he is more than the guy that he lets on to be. In ways, we were similar. We both hated being judged and so we pretend to be someone else to keep our true selves intact and untouched by the chaotic world outside and toxic people who feed on the weak and the kind.

And the more things got real, the more I wanted it. But he felt differently.”

His hand has always felt warm around mine, making me feel safe and secured. There was something about every bit of him that made me feel warm...as if I was home.

The view was nothing spectacular but the way the sun and the clouds decorated the blue sky was breathtaking in its own way. Our eyes would momentarily take a break from basking in the light and meet each other in a passionate yet brief glance, as if to make sure that we still had each other. I dreaded the moment that we would have to part…

“So you’d understand how crushed I felt when he let go of my hand because his friends were approaching us and he hasn’t told them about me for reasons I didn’t know at the moment, reasons I wished I didn’t know.

He held me as if he didn’t want to lose me. He touched me like I was a goddess he worshiped. He kissed me as if we would die tomorrow. He told me he loves me as if those were the only words he knew.

But the moment his crew gets involved, I become a girl who got obsessed with him and wanted him all to myself and he was just kind enough to actually play with me.

What kind of self-respecting woman would stay with a guy like him?”

His head hung low, eyes could not even meet mine. “What the hell was that, Jeon?” My voice was firm, trying my best not to explode and risk another unnecessary argument that I knew I could not handle at the moment. “I know you have some kind of reputation to uphold but why can’t you just tell them that we’re in a relationship? Why do you have to make it seem like I am some kind of obsessed fangirl who wouldn’t leave you alone?”

As he looked up at me, I could see that he felt guilty about it. His doe eyes always worked its charm and I would often forgive him but I could not seem to find a reason to do so.

“My self-confidence was on a different kind of low. A part of me felt as if he was just hanging me on a hook because I love him...I loved him. He liked the ego boost so he kept me. Every single time he made me feel like a stalker fangirl, I lost every bit of faith and hope that someone could love someone so messed up, that someone could appreciate the broken.

I very much thought he could and maybe he could.”

Shaking my head, I knew what I had to do and say, “I’m going. I’m sorry, Jeon. I can’t do this if you want to keep this up. I know that you have your own issues but I can’t keep on ignoring it. I can’t keep on pretending that it’s okay because it’s not. I love you. I swear, I do. Maybe even more than myself.”

I should not have glanced at him because the moment I saw that look on his face, his brown eyes pleading with me. Immediately, I looked away to avoid breaking and losing my stand. “Maybe someday, Jeon.” I paused, a brutal attempt to keep myself from breaking down. “I love you.”

Then I left.

I left before I changed my mind and decided to settle for what was there.

“As petty as it sounds, it drove me back to the darkest parts of my mind. Whatever light he brought to my life disappeared. My life drowned in pitch black again.

My family is a mess, my parents constantly breathing down my neck over every single thing and me being the constant disappointment in their golden lives. My friends expect me to be as high-achieving and goal-oriented as they are as if I have no dreams.

As stupid as it may seem, Jeon was the only one who understood me...or tried and that was more than enough.

He tried. And that’s okay.

I didn’t want to kill myself over him. I just wanted to feel a bit of physical pain to justify the emotional pain that I was going through, thinking that the break-up was too small of a thing to cry over...and wounds are more valid.

But I guess I was wrong because I had to talk about all of this again when I didn’t want to. As much as possible, I wanted to keep this all hidden and buried underneath but therapy really wants us to dig deep, right?”

Dressed in a little black dress, curly black hair clipped at the side, black boots tapping against the floor, bandaged wrists making the perfect accessory to show off while drinking a non-spiked punch―it was an outfit I had no time to plan out but it was a perfect way to show off how I feel about the entire thing...not that anyone gives a shit anyway.

Across the floor was Ms. Kang, glancing at my direction as if I was going to have a breakdown. Her eyes even got bigger than they already are just when I felt someone standing next to me. And by the look on Ms. Kang’s face, she was invested.

I knew that the older woman across the floor was not going to look away anytime soon. And I did not have to look at who stood next to me because I could very much tell by the scent that was wafting to my direction.

“Oh Jeon.”

“What do you want, Jeon?” I asked, trying to stay strong despite my own strength wavering.

He chuckled, the same cocky reaction he had whenever he knew that he had something in his grip. “You.”

“I’m not a ‘what’ and didn’t I say that we’re not getting back together until you learn to treat me like your girlfriend and not some psycho stalker?” I rolled my eyes as I took a good gulp of my drink, hoping that I seemed convincing because I did not believe anything that was coming from my lips.

He nodded, setting his cup down on the table before he held me by the shoulders and faced me towards him. “And that’s why I’m here. To make things right.” The cocky look on his face immediately melted, his hands reaching for mine. “I told my friends who you are in my life and it took me a while to realize that it didn’t matter what anyone wants to see from me. What’s important is that I’m happy and I’m happy with you.”

Arching a brow, I asked, “Really?”

“Really.” A smile stretched across his lips as a soft one appeared on mine, almost as if telling him that we were okay.

“Sometimes, love can be as simple as forgiving. May their apology be truth or lie, time can only tell and it may be too late but you did your part. But we can’t always fear forgiving and getting hurt. Let’s be honest, we learn by getting hurt. And we won’t know unless we try.

As much as I wanted to keep Jeon at arm’s length, I want to know if things will work out now because I don’t want to wake up one day regretting that I didn’t forgive the guy I truly love, especially for something that’s still fixable.”

“Why is Ms. Kang looking at me like she wants to murder me?” Jeon asked, arms cautiously wrapped around my waist.

Pressing my lips together for a while, I looked at him with a smile. “Maybe because she knows what kind of asshole you are?” I laughed.

With a confused look he asked, “What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say that I tell my therapist everything.”

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