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Color Prompt - Aura Faye

Rules: Pick four colors you associate with your character. Then use the  gif search-function and search for the color. Post one gif for each  color. Tag 10 other roleplayers to do this. REPOST! Do not reblog.

Snow White

Originally posted by ephemeralsyzygy

Pastel Pink

Originally posted by nanzse

Rose Pink (Can I put two diff. shades of pink? XD)

Originally posted by andantegrazioso

Lilac Purple

Originally posted by umisamarto

Tagged by: @which-can-eternal-lie ((Thank you so much! I think you’re the first person that ever tagged me in anything! \(❁´▽`❁)/ I really appreciate it! /hugs))

Tagging: @denden-days@luumina-sage, @taracelica, @alannah-corvaine, @thebeauregardbros, @fair-fae, @the-trashcat, @kinomari, @manawalls, @nemophilisty, @elfymcnoodlelimbs, @14kuponuts, @poe-lhyzeal, @cyrillien, @gaeliseeker, @moonhartsffxiv

((Okay stopping here cause I realized I was on the way to tagging all my mutuals and followers. Please don’t hesitate to do this if you’re interested!! I’d be happy to see everyone’s posts! \(◍•ᴗ•◍) Or, if you’re not interested or have done this already, keep on scrolling, and hope you enjoyed the gifs! xD))

  • Jake: Sakes alive! I recon you must be entrepreneurial alternate macrocosm bro or somesuch! This alt universe malarkey whatsit sure is a doozy. Pleasure to meet you i've been on tenterhooks too make your forthcoming acquaintance! This is simply the dickens, i am preposterously overzealous, you seem akin to a benign fellow. Sorry to bedevil you with preposterous infinitesimal botherations, not to assail you. I'll be bequeathing you your personal space lickity split. Dirk always did verbalize about his puzzlebuster bro and i would detest to besmirch the stider designation. This is just as splendid as a huckleberry. Enough of the bravado, my name is jake!
  • Dave, crying: i have no idea what youre saying

The more you forget me, the deeper I slip.
Give this silence two more months and it’ll be like we never even met at all. That’s what we both want, right?
The thought of you wanting nothing to do with me still hurts just as much as it used to.
I promise I won’t call anymore.
I won’t even say your name when I’m drunk, alone in a bar.
It won’t be so bad, right?
We always go back to each other, right?

But, what if we don’t this time?

—  Maybe we weren’t supposed to work out
Forsythe - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Can I please have a Jughead fic where Y/n (confident, tough girl) is being playful and making fun of Jugheads real name when they’re at her house and he starts a tickle fight out of revenge being 100% done with her shit, despite thinking it’s adorable.

Anonymous said:

Fluffy & cute af Jughead imagine where you two have always been best friends and jug has been trying to hide the fact that he’s in love with you until he finally confesses his feelings and so you admit you feel the same way 😊 Love your writing btw x

Originally posted by squintlovely

I couldn’t help but combine these two ideas! I hope you’re both okay with this and I’m sorry it’s so short!!!

“What does that even mean?” You asked while grabbing your phone. Jughead spun around in your desk chair to look at you. You were sitting on your bedroom floor still giggling over  how his dad used his full name when she picked him up to come over.. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N, just drop it,” he said turning back to type away at his novel. You let out another adorable giggle that, even though you couldn’t see it, made Jughead smile. “Forsythe Pendleton, it sounds almost royal,” you let out a fake gasp, “Are you a long lost prince?” Jughead turned to look at you while trying to suppress a smile, “Wouldn’t that be interesting, me as a prince.” You let out a laugh, “You don’t have the manners!” He gave you a smile and you typed on your phone.

“According to sevenreflections.com, you are suppose to be kind, hospitable, and friendly,” you let out another laugh. He just rolled his eyes while he looked at his computer screen. The original plan for when he came over to your place was to have you proofread the drafts of his novels. He didn’t bring this up of course, but Jughead also wanted to tell you about how he truly felt about you, his best friend. He had been harboring feelings for you since the 6th grade, and after around four years of hiding, he finally felt confident enough to tell you. Those plans were soon scrapped when you heard his real name. He didn’t mind the teasing, not really, he just had other things on his mind. “I wonder what Pendleton means,” you voice broke him from his thoughts. “Oh this one suits you,” you said getting up to show him the results. You leaned over him, your arm over his shoulders to hold your phone in front of his face.

“You express yourself and your ideas through writings or other forms of art. While you are expressive, you like to keep your feelings to yourself,” you read the first few sentences out loud but Jughead wasn’t listening. He had stopped typing, marveling in your closeness and not hearing a single word. “Sounds like you,” you added and you turned to face him, but only to find his gaze on you. “Uh yeah, sounds like me,” he said quickly, looking back to his computer screen. You walked to your bed and sat against the wall, shutting off your phone. “When you’re done with that chapter, I can read through it.” He nodded and you picked at your nails, somewhat bored. Jughead’s finger were typing so fast, he thought maybe he’d have a cramp. He just wanted to hear you talk again. An idea crawled into his brain and he smiled, “So are you done making fun of my name?” You let out a laugh from where you were seated. “Oh honey, I’ve just started!” He smiled at his screen and listened while you described how a guy with his name should act and how he was the total opposite. “Like I said before, maybe you’re a rich prince,” you paused, smiling widely, “if that’s the case, we should go out sometime.” Jughead fumbled in his typing and hot blushed rose to his cheeks. He thanked God that you couldn’t see the blush, but you must’ve noticed his fingers because you started laughing again. To his surprise you didn’t downplay your proposal with a “I was just kidding, Jug.” No, you didn’t say anything of the sort and a sense of hope flooded over him. He added the finishing touches to his chapter and turned to face you.

“And Jughead Jones the third,” you let out a chuckle, “more like Jughead Jones the turd.” You started laughing, but Jughead couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s it,” he said, standing and darting over to your bed. He leaned over you and proceeded to tickle you. You laughed and screamed, causing Jughead to smile wickedly. “You’re so mean Y/N,” he said, still tickling you, “but not like mean mean, but like annoying five year-old type mean.” This caused you to laugh more, making Jughead laugh as well and loosen up on his tickle attack. You took that to your advantage, grabbing his arms and pulling him down to the bed, where you pinned him.

“You tickle me for revenge, Jones, you get put in time out. Who’s the five year-old now?” He laughed fro underneath you, causing you to smile down at him. “I remember when you were five, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit.” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Really now, would a five year old have such good taste in choosing you as their best friend?” He stared up at you, taking in your stunning features. “Probably not, kids don’t tend to like me,” he whispered and you smiled down at him. He sat up suddenly, face to face with you as you were straddling his thighs to pin him. “But you like me,” he said, feeling his gut tighten with nerves, “and I was wondering if there was a chance that you,” his confidence wavered as he spoke. “I like you Y/N, more than as a friend.” You looked at him, peering into his green eyes before speaking. “You’re lucky you’re probably a long lost prince,” you said with a smile, “so about that date.” Jughead just smiled at you as you rattled off all of the outlandish things you wanted to do on your first date, that he could afford because of his royal family riches.

He just listened until he couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His hand lingered on the other side of your face as he pulled away, using his thumb to stroke your cheek bone.  Your expression suddenly grew serious, “Jug, are you sure you want this? I know I’m a handful sometimes and I don’t want you to leave.” His eyebrows knitted together in concern, and he held your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, even though you a total pain in the ass.” You laughed and so did he, but he wanted to you to believe him. He carefully moved in a pressed a soft and short kiss to your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a long lost prince with the patience of a saint.” You let out a loud laugh, “Sure, whatever Forsythe.”

For Your Convenience (End)

Story Summary: To help you finally make a move on your long-time crush, you get assistance from your newly hired co-worker. (Retail/Department Store AU)

Word Count: 1,684

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A/N: After six long months, this series has finally come to a close! I want to thank every single one of you who reblogged/liked/commented on this fic. Your support means so much to me and your support kept this story going. I hope this was worth the wait :)

Originally posted by bucky-papichulo

“You can do this, Y/N. You can do this,” you assured yourself, pacing around the Fulfillment office before you confronted your fate. Despite your words of reinforcement, you felt anything but confident about what waited for you on the sales floor. You desired to profess your feelings, to finally put everything at ease. You couldn’t wait any longer. “You can do this, Y/N. You can do this.”

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anonymouspig  asked:

*deeply inhales* OMG I love your art so much, I'm just in love with it. I'm not very new here, but I don't know why I'm waiting so long to show how much I like your art. I kinda want to draw on the computer and stuff, but I have no idea what art tools I should get? What program should I use to draw? Which tablet do I choose? Are you gonna do more Undertale art dumps? How does one draw characters like you do? Sorry if this is a lot of questions, but I'm just so ... (/◕ヮ◕)/ happy

I definitely recommend saving up for a drawing tablet, I use a Wacom tablet, the one I’m using is a bit expensive but I’m sure any of their tablets are good, they have a few different names. 

As for drawing programs, I use photoshop, it’s also a bit costly but if you can spare the money it can really be a nice software to use. There’s also a free one called Gimp but I don’t use it so I don’t know how good it is.

drawing characters? I used the sprites and some of my favourite fan arts for reference so I could develop my own look for them and then proceed to draw them a million times. As you can see, style can change quite a bit.

first ever drawing of Sans and Frisk I did last February 

to a more recent one. Yeah it’s changed a lot XD

Swooping Confession (Newt Scamander X Pregnant!Reader)

Requested: Yes

@itsjustsuds: HI! Okay first of all, I am in LOVE WITH YOUR NEWTXREADER FICS. So, secondly, I have a request of my own:) Could you write one with a muggle reader telling newt shes pregnant? (It would be really cool to have snippets from the pregnancy to the birth, Personally I would love to see Newt all fluster during the delivery…BUT I"ll love what ever you write!)

Word Count: 780

A/N: ARG I FEEL LIKE THIS IS SO BAD AND ITS SO SHORT TOO IM SORRY WORLD!I also had no idea what to name it, hence the boring title -_-


You pace back and forth, trying to contain your overflowing, mixed emotions.
How were you going to break the news to Newt? How would he react? You were scared to death yet something, at the back of your mind made you feel warm and giddy inside.

You stayed quiet for the first couple of days, still trying to find the perfect way to deliver the news to your husband. But you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to confess now.

Hesitantly, you lower yourself gently into his case. His working figure scurried around inside, clearing away stray glass vials and lugging dozens of books in his arms.

As you approach him you suddenly come to halt, forgetting your not-so-well thought out plan. His name had already escaped your lips and you stood there, frozen in place as he spun around to face you.

Screw the plan, you say to yourself. I’m winging this.

“Hello love.” he says gently, with a lopsided smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting distant lately.”

Dang it, he knew you so well.

Your eyes must have widened because he came over and wraps his arms around your frozen figure.

“You can tell me anything,” he murmurs gently into your hair. “I’ll support you.”

You nod and take a deep breath, ready to tell him everything when the Swooping Evil flies out of nowhere, knocking you out of Newt’s protective arms and on to the ground. It hovered slightly over you, teeth bared.

You laugh nervously, stroking its head, calming it down, desperately hoping that your brains wouldn’t be its next meal. Not like you and the Swooping Evil weren’t on good terms, you two had shared many memorable moments, it’s just the thought of it feeding on human brains that bugged you.

“Oi! How many times have I told you to leave her brains alone?!” Newt cries, frantically opening the shed door and beckoning it outwards. It gave a human like shrug and swooped gracefully out the door, a beautiful blur of colours.

“I’m sorry, love. Although I never knew why he was so fond of your brains and not mine,” he says with a smile, pretending to be hurt. “It must be as perfect as the rest of you.”

“Haha, well it might be because there’s another brain in my body.” you blurt out, laughing rather loudly afterwards. You mentally facepalm yourself, wanting to bang your head against the wall. Smooth, (Y/N) smooth. That was probably, undoubtedly the worst possible way to tell him. Maybe winging it wasn’t a good idea.

Without looking at Newt you quickly spin around on your heel, heading out of the case when Newt gingerly reaches out and grabs your arm, preventing you from running away from your problems. Dang it.

“(Y/N),” he murmurs gently, pulling you closer. “What did you say? Are you saying…what I think you’re saying?”

You look up into his pleading eyes full of hope and you knew that you couldn’t hide it anymore. You had to tell him properly.

“I’m…I’m pregnant.” it escapes from your quivering lips.

What happens next is a complete blur. Newt bodily lifts you up with his strong arms and spins you around, laughing. You hold on to his strong figure tightly, a smile rapidly spreading across your face.

Newt suddenly lets you down, a frantic look on his face.

“I didn’t hurt the baby did I?” he asks, faint worry lines appearing on his forehead.

“No, don’t worry.” you say, reassuring him. His worry lines disappear and his face resumes a beaming smile.

“I’m going to be a real mummy!” Newt cries happily, squeezing your shoulders with excitement.

“Newt, you are already a mummy to all of your creatures. You’re going to be a daddy, a father.”


Newt stares nervously after your figure on the hospital bed and walk over to one of the scurrying doctors.

“Are you sure you’re doing this right?” Newt didn’t know about them, but this was definitely not how Graphorn breeding and birth worked. He tried to give the nurses some tips and encouraging advice but they all just shot him looks of disapproval before attending to you once more.

“Sir, calm down. Everything is completely normal and under control.” the doctor says sternly. “If you attempt to interfere again I will kindly have to ask you to leave.”

Newt wanted to protest but all thoughts left his mind when he heard the sound of a baby crying.

His baby, your child. A beautiful child was suddenly put into his arms.

All he could remember after that moment was that he felt nothing but intense waves of happiness.

Hello, you lovely and wonderful people! I recently hit 5K followers and honestly it’s hard to even imagine? I’m so happy you’re all here and that you find my yelling entertaining enough to stick around. It’s been a long time (2.5K?) since I did a Follow Forever, so I’d like to take some time to call out the wonderful people who make this site what it is! 

Warning: there are a lot! Haha why are you all so ridiculously amazingl?

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“Just for you dollface”

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: War period (WWII), war injuries, fear of loved ones dying.

Word Count: 1,144

Author’s Note: I’m weirdly obsessed with Soldier!Bucky x Nurse!Reader, so I wrote a thing for it. Also, I have no idea what it’s like to be in the war (obviously) so if anything seems incorrect then I’m sorry and I hope I didn’t offend anyone. This is obviously set in the 40′s by the way.

Y/N =Your (first) name  Y/L/N = Your last name

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

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Asthma Attack

Not requested, but this idea has been on my mind for a while because I think we all need worried, concerned boyfriend Shawn. Also who had asthma when they were younger or still have it?? 🙋🏻 I never had bad asthma attacks so sorry if this is inaccurate. Just focus on how adorable worried/protective Shawn is. 

Originally posted by illumeshawn

Your name: submit What is this?


Shawn is spending the week in LA to do some writing so he asked you to come along so that you two could spend some time together and explore the city whenever he had time off. You agreed, but you didn’t realize until you were already in LA that it wasn’t a great idea because it made your asthma act up. When you were younger, you used to have really bad asthma. As you grew older, you grew out of it a bit, but you still have to deal with it and worry about it once in a while, but for the most part it doesn’t affect your everyday life.

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Steel Magnolias - Actress!Reader, Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: Fluff, attempted humour near the end

Word Count: 1316

Warning/s: Mentions of pregnancy (Is that even a warning?)

A/N: I’m a drama student and I was rehearsing this scene from Steel Magnolias for an assessment and came up with an idea to combine it with the Avengers. Enjoy 😉

“No, you’re getting rest. I think that rehearsal can wait, Y/N.” Bruce insisted.

“But the show’s next week! I need to get through the blocking and the lighting preferences and-“ You argued, trying to sit up. Bruce put a warning hand on your shoulder, giving you a stern look as he pushed you back down. 

“Too late! I’ve already approved your absence.” Tony waltzed into the lab, waving his phone screen at you. 

You weren’t giving up. “Tony, they need me! I’m one of the main characters of the whole thing!” 

“They’ll have to deal with it themselves.” He shrugged. “Besides, you’re hurt and sick, therefore unfit to attend. You’re not going and that is final. Who even rehearses at school on the weekend?” 

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Hascon Card Ideas

I have so many ideas for these cards, I had to share my troll designs with you.

It’s Nerf or Nothing - An equipment that gives your creature +0/+0. Equip Cost is spending ten minutes finding things on the ground.

Go Directly to Jail - Reskinned Path to Exile.

Robots in Disguise - A vehicle with a crew cost of folding it into Origami.

Drizzt - Legendary Creature. Your deck can contain any number of cards named Drizzt.

Whats a Heroscape? - The card is almost completely redacted, with artwork of the box for the Kaladesh expansion of Arena of the Planeswalkers that should have been. It’s take from you before you’re allowed to leave the building.

Clue - It was Liliana on Shandalar with the Chain Veil.

Friendship is Magic - Your My Little Pony Custom Card is now real.

Play-Doh - Who cares? You’re going to eat this one anyway.

Littlest Pet Shop - This card is a choking hazard for children under 3.

Star Wars and Marvel - Oh my god we wish.

Sirius Black x Female Reader- Housewarming (Rated M)

This is rubbish. Utter rubbish.

You’re a Muggle friend of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black’s and invite them over to your house, only to make Sirius jealous. So jealous to push him over the edge.

Warning- Dom!Reader, jealous Sirius, drunk reader, flirting, smut, etc, Boobs and Willy.

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

“Oh my god I love this song!” You giggled, turning the volume up on the music system, the bass vibrated through the walls, and you began to shimmy your hips, your eyes on the men sat at the dining table eating the cheese pizza you had ordered in.

It was the first time Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had visited your Muggle home, it had been a funny event after the two Wizards had become friends with you, enough to want to hang at your normal home and surroundings. You had served them the best beer you had known, empty bottles decorated the dining table and you had broken open the bottle of your favourite White Rum.

“Remus” You spoke, running your hands through your hair, half the bottle of Wine you had consumed had affected your mind and a giddiness flowed through you “Do you like music?” you asked, your sultry eyes laid on the coy man in the room and before he could answer you laughed wickedly “Of course you do!”

Sirius frowned, chewing on his pizza slowly as he grew envious of the way you looked at his best friend, the way you swayed your hips to the beat of the tune which rumbled around the kitchen, but all the focus laid on Remus.

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the other lupin / teaser

Sirius Black x Reader 

Author’s Note: HEY LOVES just a lil idea I had, so I decided to type it out! Let me know if I should actually work on it and turn it into a small series! I’m sorry this isn’t as good, it’s just a preview though, right? Break starts in a few days, so I’ll have lots of free time to write more fanfics, do send in requests!


Your name: submit What is this?


Firmly grasping the handle of her small suitcase, the thin silver band on her finger grinding into her skin due to the pressure, Y/N Lupin took a deep breath, her pink lips cracking into a wide smile. Home at last. 13 years ago, her parents had split, divorcing each other for reasons they did not disclose to their children, though both Y/N and her brother knew it must’ve been due to his lycanthropic nature. In an attempt to keep their daughter safe, trying to ensure that she wouldn’t have to face the same fate bestowed upon Remus, Hope Lupin took her daughter away, moving to France to guarantee that she would be enrolled into Beauxbatons when she came of age.

The 17 year old girl had been granted the permission to attend her last year of schooling at Hogwarts. It had been 13 years since she’d last seen her brother, and though the siblings had written letters avidly, it just wasn’t the same. Y/N nervously looked down at her attire, hoping she didn’t look too formal; she was dressed in her silky, powder blue robes from her old academy. She had let her hair down, soft, luscious locks cascading down her back. She stood in front of the headmaster’s office, leaning back against the painted wall, quite impatiently waiting for her turn to be sorted and spoken to.

It was late December and winter break had already started at Hogwarts. Remus had stayed back, nervous yet eager to meet his sister, his twin, someone he missed dearly. Though they were miles apart, she had always been there for him, listening to his problems and offering advice, laughing at his little stories.  Her train had already arrived, and she was due any minute. Of course, she would have to visit Dumbledore’s office first, to privately get her schedule and get sorted into her house.

She’ll be here soon,” chuckled James, who had stayed back at school, along with the rest of the marauders and Lily, all quite keen to meet the other Lupin. They’d seen pictures, beautiful pictures, of a young girl, laughing at something beyond the camera, her hair blowing slowly in the light breeze, a rosy blush adorning her cheeks. Her eyes resembled Remus’, twinkling with excitement and curiosity.

And those same eyes now gazed at them shyly from across the common room, the sound of the painting opening and making way for the girl alerting the group. In a flash, Remus was at his sister’s side, nearly choking her in his embrace, all the loneliness from the past thirteen years manifesting itself into that one hug. Y/N hugged him back with just as much enthusiasm, her laughter ringing in his ears like sweet music. The siblings pulled apart, both with heavy tears in their eyes and extremely wide smiles on their faces.

I’ve missed you so much Rem,” whispered the girl, shoving a large chocolate bar into her brother’s hands, recalling how much he used to adore the sweet treat. After minutes of just taking in each other’s presence, exchanging ‘I wrote more often’ and a few dozen ‘I love you more, I missed you more’, the pair made their way onto the couch, talking about everything and anything, filling in the gaps of the past 13 years. The rest of the marauders had politely slipped away, realizing they shouldn’t interrupt the moment between the Lupins.

One marauder however, could not take Y/N off of his mind. Sirius Black had seen many girls, all more gorgeous and talented than the next. But something about her made his heart flutter in a way it never had before. She was Remus’ twin though, and he could already hear Remus reprimanding him, saying he had no right to be pinning after his best friend’s sister. But isn’t that what makes the chase more exciting? Being told you simply can’t have it? Sirius was a rebel at heart, and if he was told not to do something, he would go out of his way to do it. To him, Y/N Lupin was a forbidden jewel; beautiful and unattainable. And he was determined to make her fall for him, no matter what.

I’ll Stand By You

Originally posted by that-0ne-nerd-blog

Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Summary: Sebastian staying by (Y/N)’s side no matter what happens.

Word count: 1.115

A/N: I love Sebastian so much, but I am not so happy of how this turned out. I don’t know, but I feel that he’s a little bit out of character. I’m asking for forgiveness in advance, guys. I will write something better soon, I promise. Thank you.

- G. x

You entered your favourite coffee shop, Lima Bean, making the little bell attached on the transparent glass door ring. You walked inside with your eyes glued on the ground, trying to prevent people to see your puffy and red eyes.

You had a shitty morning at school and you have always been a sensitive person. You can’t handle harsh comments that come out from people’s dirty mouth, even though you have always wanted to stop giving a damn on people’s thoughts, but you just can’t.

You were expecting on not stirring up any trouble anymore, but you knew that you were too clumsy when you bumped on someone, luckily, he hasn’t gotten a paper coffee cup in his hands yet or else everything would’ve gotten worse.

“Damn it! Watch where you’re going next time.” The boy in front of you exclaimed annoyed. The voice was so familiar and you quickly looked at him, revealing him your haggard face. “Shit, I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

As you see the tall boy’s beautiful face, your appearance enlightened a little bit and you felt relieved somehow. He was standing straight in front of you, wearing a regretful face. He must be really sorry for how he treated you just awhile ago, but what can you do? Being snarky and being sassy are some of his negative traits, but you accept him just like that.

“Sebastian.” You quickly wrapped your weak arms around his slim waist, not caring if you rumple his perfectly flat-ironed school blazer, and waited for him to reciprocate your hug. He hugged you tight and played carefully with your hair.

“What happened?” He asked you in a worried tone as you broke the hug and he led you to an empty table. You looked at him, thinking if you should tell him what has happened. “(Y/N)?”

You breathe out heavily as tears started to stream down your face once again, remembering the pain and the disappointment that your friends in glee club has given you this morning.

“Why you look so sad, (Y/N)?” He nibbled his red lower lip and caressed your forearm gently. “Tears are in your eyes.” He came closer to you and he wiped your tears away your red soft cheeks using both of his thumb.

“Bas,” You fidgeted your hands as you called his name. He noticed the nervousness in you and he paid attention on what you have to tell him. “New Directions found out that we are in a relationship.”

“What?” He was gobsmacked for the words that have just slipped out of your mouth. “How?”

“I have no idea, Bas.” You shook your head several times. “I really don’t know how did they find out. All I know right now is that they are against the bond that we have together.”

“Shit, I knew that they wouldn’t approve it.” He murmured. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s not your fault.” You slightly gave him a weak smile.

“It is.” He contradicted you because he really thought that it was his fault. “They hate me for my behaviour, (Y/N). You can’t blame them.”

“Bas, they should mind their own business.” You slightly shouted and it caused the crowd to look at you, but you just didn’t care about it. “They can’t dictate me who to love or not.”

“You are right, love,” He nodded. “But you can’t blame them. You are their little baby and they are just being overprotective.”

“I am big enough to know what is right from wrong, Sebastian.” You angrily answered him. “They told bad things about you and they talked shit behind your back. They treat you with disrespect, Bas.”

“I deserved that.” You unleashed a long deep sigh because it doesn’t seem like Sebastian can get your point.

“As my close friends, I demand that they respect me, you, us.” You say as you dried your tears and endured the pain as the tears burnt your cheeks.

“Wait,” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Did they disrespect you too?”

“Some offensive words escaped from their mouths.” You raised your shoulders as a sign of not giving a damn about it.

“Okay,” Sebastian started. “They crossed the line with that.” He said and you can sense the anger in his voice.

“Bas, it is okay.” You reassured him, being calm once again.

“No, it is not.” He shook his head furiously. “We are talking to them.”

“But you hate the stench of public schools.” You slightly giggled, trying to change his mind but bearing with Sebastian was hard enough.

People can tell him everything what they want, but they will never win against him. If they insult him, he surely knows how to shut them off and they will never make him angry. But whenever people tells something offensive about you, his lovely and gorgeous girlfriend, he is able to start World War III just to protect you. No matter how much it would cost him.

“I don’t care, (Y/N)!” He arrogantly answered. “I force myself to treat you right and to treat you better than your ex-boyfriends did. Nobody, I repeat, nobody can hurt you just like that. I won’t let people treat you like that.”

“But it is okay, Bas. It really is.” You caressed his right cheek with your right thumb. “They just disappointed me so much and you know why?”

“Why?” He raised his left eyebrow. He was trying to calm himself, but anger was still heard in his voice.

“Because no one stood by my side.” You downheartedly responded.

“(Y/N),” He called your name, trying to get all of your attention. “You know that I have always said that I’ll stand by you no matter what, even if you’re wrong, and I won’t let anybody hurt you.” Sometimes it still amuses you that he’s a sweet and caring person when it comes to you, but you know that you would love him the same if he ever acted arrogant and annoying around you.

“I know, Bas.” You were fluttered for what he has just said even though he repeats it every time.

“I know that you know it.” He confidently smiled. “And I am still talking to them about these stuffs, just to be clear.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and you chuckled.

“I love you, always remember that.”

“I love you too, Bas.” He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Everything for my princess.” He pulled away from the hug a little bit and pressed a gentle and soft kiss on your forehead.

Your lips have formed a wide smile as you thought how lucky you are to have Sebastian by your side.

[Right, so. P sure I’m officially obsessed lmao. Anyways here’s the third and probably final part of the tale of The One With Many Names, also known as My Blatant Self Insert. Hope it doesn’t break canon too much, please enjoy, and sorry for spamming! (also i still have No Idea What I Am Doing ahahahaha.)]


Eventually, as everyone knew ce would be, The One With Many Names was Taken.

Spectator, the junior who watched people and noticed patterns, sharp-eyed behind the shadows of their hoodie, collected their bet. They placed a pittance of their winnings on Many-Names coming back.

It was mostly out of pity.


Your memories are doing The Thing again, and you cannot for the life of you remember the sequence of events that led to place you in the Elsewhere. But you know you are without iron, and your backpack is missing, and you should be terrified. Except They took you Elsewhere early in the morning, when you were stumbling your way to your eight am class, and you are far too tired to really care.

(You still have your dog tag necklace. Putting it on is too deeply ingrained into your morning ritual for you to forget it. This is a small comfort.)

You stare up and around at the Elsewhere despite knowing that you shouldn’t. Your eyes settle on something with too-sharp teeth like needles, shades of blue like ice and ocean, vaguely humanoid in shape but with proportions defying normal physics. You close your eyes and take a shuddering breath. Your eyes hurt. It’s too fuckin’ early for this. You consider the questions you could ask, from the informative (‘why have you taken me’) to the Actually Helpful.

You go for the latter.

“If I tell you a story,” you say slowly, carefully, “will that work as payment for my freedom?”

The fae hisses, and you flinch, wishing that you had your notebook with you, or at least another hour of sleep on your side. “You presume?”

“I, I, I have heard your–the, the stories humans tell of you,” you say, stumbling over your words, “the stories the students tell of you. They say you will free us if we bargain.”

“And you come,” the fae says contemptuously, “and bargain a mere bedtime tale? Stories have power, child, but I have heard so many before. You would have to pay something more than a paltry rendition of a well-worn path to return to your realm.”

“If you don’t want my stories,” you say in return, “then why?”

You blink, and the shades-of-blue creature is upon you, cupping your chin with icicle fingers. “You shift,” it says, “You are not fixed. You have a touch of us in you. Thus, you are ours.”

You squeak, and cower, and cover your eyes. You take deep breaths until the frostbite of the creature’s fingers fades. Then–your fear carrying you beyond terror and out the other side, knowing you are dead or worse than anyways, you speak.

“If you have not taken me for my stories,” you say, and pause, and swallow hard, “th-then y-you, you don’t–” You stop. Collect yourself. Attempt to speak with confidence. “You do not know of my skill. I would not tell you a mere bedtime story. It may follow a similar path as others, true, but…”

The fae tilts what passes for its head at an unnatural angle. You breathe in deep and make your bargain. “A story. A tale. If it pleases you–if it pleases an audience, mayhaps–I am to be released. Sent back to my realm. If not…” You swallow hard, knowing your next words would seal your fate. You are not willing to speak them. You hope the fae will speak for you.

It does not, of course. You close your eyes and damn yourself. “If not, I accept the fae–the touch of You I have inside me.” ‘Do with me what you will’ is not said, but you both know They will if you lose.

“Deal,” the fae says delightedly, “Begin telling.”

“If it pleases an audience,” you repeat. Perhaps a variety of opinions would be what damns you, but relying on the tastes of a single fae…if the story you have in mind displeases it, then you are lost. Better to have a security net of varying opinions.

The fae narrows eyes dark as ocean abyss and hisses. You flinch. “An audience,” you repeat anyways, “I said, if it pleases an audience.”

“You said mayhaps.”

“My stories are my talent,” you say, “if this is the last one I tell, I want it to be remembered.”

Amazingly, this works. You get your audience.

You stand in front of the fraction of a Court, wishing you could write or type the words rather than say them. You are afraid.

But you know your talents. You know your stories, you know your characters, and it is not the first time you have told this tale. If all else fails, you have the phrase ‘but there is always more to the story,’ a gimmick you can pull out to expand and continue if the fae do not like it quite as much.

If you are honest with yourself, you will probably pull out that “gimmick” anyways. You love your stories and characters too much to not expand on them. You close your eyes.

You gather your thoughts. You take a deep breath.

“This,” you begin, “is the story of Phoenix Song.”


It is nearly a year before Many-Names stumbles back into the normal world. Ce comes back somewhat confused and half-glowing, as though some internal light has given cer an aura of confidence. For all that, the glow is entirely human and largely metaphorical. Cer changling leaves as ce moves back into cer dorm, all smiles and laughter. The kind of smiles and laughter that covers deep, deep relief.

People ask how. Ce replies with a grin. “They love a good story, didn’t you know?”

Spectator attempts to get a fuller explanation, because for all their perceptiveness this has still totally blindsided them. Many-Names explains about the world ce’d spent five years in the making.

“I picked the one that I thought would appeal the most to Them,” ce explains. “Well, that and I actually had it figured out to the end.” Ce says maybe ce’ll show you cer old notes. “If they still exist, anyways,” ce adds thoughtfully, “I think I might have given the story to the F–Fair Folk. It’s a worthy trade.”

Many-Names leaves out drawings with cer ice cream and milk now. Sketches, colored with pencils, sharpie-lined, printed digital art in full color and shading. All labeled with names. They are always gone in the morning. Spectator thinks, to their great disbelief, that Many-Names has managed to create a fandom.

This is bad for cer. This is very very bad.

“They aren’t going to let you leave, you know,” they tell cer, “Not if you keep giving them content.”

Many-Names pauses in the middle of a sketch. “Well,” ce says eventually, “there’s always the internet.”

“You’re not getting it,” Spectator decides, and tells cer, “You can’t leave, Many-Names. Can’t go home. Can’t see your mom. Can’t go out and get another job. You’ll have to stay. Become a teacher, or whatever. You have to stop talking to Them.”

Many-Names considers this. “I can’t just cut off,” ce tells them, “That would be rude. I mean, they’ll forget soon enough. Or I’ll get tired of drawing stuff. But as long as we’re both interested, well, they get art, and I get these things.”

“These things,” Spectator repeats. Many-Names flicks a hand at cer windowsill. There is a bright red feather that almost glows, an image of a hammer, a glass crafted phoenix that seems to burn internally, a music box, and a crude, human-like figure.

“It’s like fanart,” ce says in a delighted tone, and Spectator gives up. They’re graduating this year, they don’t have time to pull a delusional freshman out of cer dealings with the Gentry. Ce seems happy, anyways.


And life in Elsewhere University carries on.


Lost (Lin x Reader)

AN: another short one, but school. There will be at least one more part.

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18

Request: Anonymous- 13 with Lin thx love ya13. “I lost our baby.”

Warning: death mention 

Word Count: 1,140


You got home and collapsed on the couch after what was roughly your five thousandth doctor’s appointment over the last eight and a half months. Since you left school for maternity leave, earlier than you would have liked, but Lin insisted, all you had were trips to the doctor and sub plans to check over obsessively. It wasn’t until now that you realized just how much time your husband spent at the theater. With him around, it wasn’t so bad, but you didn’t want to get in the way of the multitude of other projects he had or keep him for what little sleep he did get, so it was really just him in your general vicinity to help you be a little more at peace. He would do more to help if you had let him, but he had so much else to worry about that you felt guilty when he focused on you.

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I don’t know if the requests are open are not. If not, please ignore. But you know how in Danganronpa 2 there was something called the “Despair Fever? ” How do you think the NDRV3 boys would react if their S/O had caught it? Sorry if it seems like a stupid idea. But if you do write headcannons for it, thank you! And good luck with the page! <3

Thank you so much!!

This is a very interesting idea! I literally made up almost every single disease the s/o catches, so I hope this is what you want!

Excuse the awful disease names

-Mod Kaito

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