One more thing to do, before he can head out. Turning back to the mirror, Sora gives himself one last critical stare down. He’s as neat as he ever gets. His hair is– purposefully messy. He looks well-rested; no bags under his eyes. That’s an achievement!
Not bad. Probably not great, but for Sora, it’s not bad.
Last task in the morning routine. He’s got this.
“I am me.” He says to– himself. The words are rote, by now, time washing away the embarrassment he used to feel when saying this. It had been worse when he’d had to recite it with someone else at his back; he’d lived, though.
He’s pretty good at living, despite it all.
“What I am is enough.”
Obligations to keep. A glance at his phone is reassuring; he’s still got a little over two hours. Plenty of time to grab some food, set himself up, handle whatever’s thrown his way. Only one of those things is going to be done here.
“What I do is enough.”
It’d be easiest if he goes to the library. Plenty of private study rooms he could occupy– one of these days, he’d remember to reserve one.
“What I give is enough.”
Promises to keep. Every week, same day, same time. Sora’s never been late, not to this. Today won’t be the day he starts.
“I know my worth.”
A clatter, outside the window. Momma bird coming back with food, if the chorus of frantic cheeps that crash against his thoughts have anything to say about it.
Today. After– after. A third objective. An obligation, a promise, and a call. He can do that.
Started making of a list of Battat’s Mike Theories™ to use for fic stuff, so I thought I’d share them here!! Mostly pure headcanon stuff, but it’s a fun character exploration thing at the very least. Also the name for each theory is written like the flavor text from the Mike fight because yes
Battat’s dumb Mike theories (with his reactions to and notes about each of them):
- Mike is definitely a microphone! - It’s in the name, isn’t it?
- Mike is definitely a cowboy! - Like that cowboy show Asgore & Tenna like!!
- Mike is definitely a cat! - Tenna loves cats!! And Cyber City does too, I mean look at all the tasques and that cat petterz game. Maybe Mike’s from Cyber City, or was moved over there???
- Mike is definitely a shapeshifter! - How else would Tenna be tricked that easily by all three of our costumes?? It’s unlikely, but it’s definitely a possibility!
- Mike is definitely a Plugboy! - Ramb’s too quiet, he must be hiding something!! Plus he has beef with Tenna, so maybe he stopped being Mike after a fight? Or the reason he and Tenna don’t like each other is because of Mike!
- Mike is definitely the weather duo! - If the weather duo are Tenna’s right hand men, and so is Mike, then what if they are Mike! Or at least related to him somehow, maybe he used to be a weather host or something…
- Mike is definitely a watercooler! - …Cross this one out actually. (Theory Cancelled after Battat got his ass beat trying to interrogate her)
- Mike is definitely a Lightner! - Tenna loves the Lightners!! Plus, they already have powers over the dark worlds and Darkners anyways, so maybe one of them was Mike and went missing or something??
- Mike is definitely a mailman! - WHERE DID SPAMTON GO AND WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT MIKE?
- Mike is definitely a phone! - Why did Tenna ban all rotary and cell phones!? Maybe it has to do with Mike!! Plus, I’m pretty sure that mailman always hung around the phone as well…
- Mike is definitely a TV! - Tenna ends up doing half of what he asks Mike to do, anyways! Is he Tenna’s alter-ego?? Like some alternate personality or secret persona something?!
- Mike is definitely us! - This one’s stupid actually. Where would the idea of him even have came from in that case??
Alex is barely through the front door when he hears the bickering coming from the kitchen. He toes off his shoes as he takes off his jacket and hangs it up, taking a step towards the noise before thinking better of not putting his shoes back on the rack. He doesn't need George giving him and Lando another powerpoint about the importance of a tidy entranceway to a home.
He rubs warmth back into his fingers as he rounds the corner to see what disaster awaits him, and he can't say he's surprised by the mess that litters their island and other countertops.
"You bit the head off of my gingerbread man!"
Lando's squawk is as indignant as it whiny, his face pulled into an expression Alex is convinced only Lando's face can make.
"And I'd do it again!" George says through a mouthful of crumbs, though he at least has the good grace to cover his mouth, even if it is with the hand holding a decapitated gingerbread man.
Alex still doesn't say anything, glancing at the half-built gingerbread house, or what he assumes had been a house before a catastrophic structural collapse, and the scattered decorating supplies. They litter the island and upon closer inspection, yes, that is a marshmallow snowman somehow melting against the knife block. His brain tunes back in to the argument in front of him.
"I spent ages on him, George! He was my masterpiece!"
"And I am appreciating your work." George punctuates his sentence with another bite to the gingerbread man. Alex can now see it's wearing what looks to be a Williams race suit and his chest fills with a little warm thrum.
"I was saving him for Alex, dickhead." Lando snaps, though there's no heat behind it and he's pouting.
"Forcing our boyfriend into cannibalism? I can't believe you."
Alex finally steps in, making his presence known and smirking when the two of them jump. "I leave for twenty minutes and this is what I come home to."
He gets two sheepish looks, and then is proffered the legs of a gingerbread man. He rolls his eyes, pushing it back towards George and wrapping an arm around Lando's shoulders to tug him against his side.
"Where's my hug?" George pouts.
"Biscuit murderers have to wait."
Alex laughs at Lando's little grumble, pressing a kiss to his temple and then his curls. George's pout intensifies with the kisses, and then Alex is rolling his eyes again as he holds his other arm out. He feels more than he sees George trying to coax out Lando's forgiveness, and he's left with that warm thrum again even if he mourns the amount of cleaning the kitchen is going to need.
Prompt: Yandere Self Aware Vil au - Vil is aware that we are the player/god, while the others are not, because of the strong connection that the player has with him.
Author’s Note: Hi Birb here! This is my first post here on Tumblr! I wrote something quick just in time for Vil’s birthday! This is a special gift for my Vil lover friend <3 Have a nice day/night darlings/fledglings~!
CW: Yandere and Delusional
Word Count: 958
“Rook I have a question for you”, Vil asked his vice housewarden while they were walking towards their first subject for the day.
“What is it that has been bothering you, Roi de Poison?” Rook replied.
“Have you ever thought that Twisted Wonderland is fake?”, Vil asked.
“What?”,Rook stopped walking and turned to face Vil eye-to-eye.
“What if everything is just a simulation and nothing here is re-?!”, Vil looked at Rook’s eye only to stopped when he saw Rook’s glitching face.
It was Vil’s turn to run and he went to the only place that brought him more comfort in this fake simulation world.
The Ramshackle.
…
“I always desire for your touch.
I yearned for the warmth you give me.
I feel empty and lonely without you, my sweet potato
I cannot help but be captivated with my devotion for you.”
…
“I have always loved you, (name)”
Vil was last seen walking down the path to Ramshackle. Nobody knows the intentions behind the housewarden’s actions.
“No one in this twisted game knows how much I loved you, my sweet potato”
…
It has not always been like this.
I used to live thinking that everything around me was real.
When I first laid my eyes upon the vessel during the orientation, I did not feel anything, nor did I find it weird for someone to have such lifeless eyes.
It only started during the time when the rehearsals for the VDC had taken place.
My untimely overblot ultimately proved my assumptions about the identity of the vessel. For the first time, I was able to see the real world.
When I realized that all of my pain was really a plot device for this simulation, something inside of me cracked.
A part of me resented that fact so much.
But when I saw God… no, their name is (name)... and they are the fairest person that I had ever laid my eyes upon.
Alas, something sinister has started to bloom inside of me.
…
“I long to hear you chuckle
That exquisite treasure, yearn for
The sparkle in the corners of your eyes.
I adore hearing your voice,
It is obvious that I'm infatuated with you.”
…
As time went on, Vil’s infatuation with (name) grew into an overwhelming obsession. He would track down (name)’s playing schedule, watching their every move, and finding excuses to be near the vessel. Vil would spend hours searching through hundreds of magical books to learn how to travel through different worlds and dimensions.
It did not take too long for someone as powerful as Vil to learn the “code” behind the game and to start manipulating the game itself.
When Vil, their favourite character, started saying lines that were obviously out of character with what they were used to hearing, (Name) began to find it unsettling.
Lines such as,
“(Name), you would never leave me right? You and I had been made for each other”
And
“DARLING WHERE WERE YOU? Oh come on, I cannot believe that you will leave me for a few days after all of the things I had done for you? I have sacrificed so much for YOU and this is how you will repay me?!”
The player was too flabbergasted to even think about how it was possible for a game character to say this. Is this a new update? Perhaps increasing the character’s rank in a card has some special effects such as this? Probably…
…
“I envision both of us lying together side by side,
In each other's embrace, there is nowhere to escape.
My love for you has taken over my soul,
I am so obsessed with you, it is simply beyond my control.”
...
A few days after hearing that line, everything went back to normal, at least that was what the player thought. When they were not looking, Vil could be seen working on something.
After months of research about dimensional traveling, his labor has finally come to fruition.
Vil finally found a way to permanently make you his.
To permanently make you stay for good in this dark and twisted wonderland.
…
“I will follow you to the ends of this twisted world,
Just to be worthy of your love, I would give you everything.
I cannot resist this burning desire inside of me,
The devotion the lit my heart on fire, making me even more obsessed with you”
…
Vil's obsession with the player took over his life. He lost interest in his hobbies, neglected his friendships and housewarden responsibilities, and became fixated solely on getting the player to this perfectly simulated world. He would spend hours daydreaming about their imaginary future together, planning their perfect life as a couple in his mind.
“It was only a matter of time… just a little bit more”
“Please, my sweet potato, do not reject my love,
For in your absence, I cannot see the light of my ever so tiring days.
I am beyond salvation from this obsessive love,
Let us spend the rest of our days together and F O R E V E R, my sweet potato.”
…
The evening before his graduation, Vil finally finished all the preparations to make his beloved potato join him in this perfectly simulated world. It is only a matter of time before everything will be set in place.
“I swear to the Great Seven, no matter how long it takes, I WILL make YOU come home to ME”
Oliver wakes up to find himself stuck in a dirty, cramped cell. What had happened to get him into this mess? And who was the unsettling stranger that had captured him?
TWs: Violence/ threats of violence, choking, imprisonment, pet whump, hypnosis, blood
Oliver awakened in darkness, dazed and confused. He was certain of his wakefulness, given that the handcuffs around his wrists bit into his skin with a chilling cold. That didn’t happen in dreams, or even nightmares. No, Oliver was awake and he was scared. The last thing he remembers is his friend passing out while walking home from that club, then that strange man... Before Oliver could finish his thought, a door creaked open and dim light flooded the room. His accommodations were revealed to be a dank cell with stone walls, a cot in one corner and a dilapidated chair on which he sat, hands cuffed behind him.
Standing in the doorway was that stranger, an absolutely evil smirk on his face. Oliver watches him saunter in with an unreadable expression, unsure how to react. He loomed above Oliver, looking down at the young man with such smugness…
“Welcome home, pup~” Grayson said with a sickly-sweet lilt.
Oliver looked up at the white-haired man, eyes shifting from fearful… to something just short of anger.
“What, precisely, do you think you are doing? And who even are you?!”
“‘What am I doing?’” Grayson chuckles. “I’m welcoming you to your new home. Is that wrong?”
“This is not my home!” Oliver bites out.
“Not your home? But of course it is! This is your very own room, humbly furnished by yours truly~ As to my name…” The man thinks on this for a moment before smiling again. “It’s Grayson. But soon, it will be ‘Master’ to you~”
Now that he’s more aware of his situation, Oliver glares daggers at Grayson, green eyes sharp.
“You will let me go. Now. And what did you do to my friend? Where is he?!”
Grayson’s simpering smile becomes an ugly scowl, his voice dropping to a growl as he grabs Oliver by the throat and shoves him against the stone wall with a crack.
“You won’t speak to your owner like that, pup. Do that again and there will be harsher consequences.”
Oliver gasps as his throat is suddenly constricted, a strangled cry passing from his lips when he’s shoved into the wall.
“Ngh—!* Y-you…! Let go—! *Agh! Let go!”
Grayson does no such thing. Instead, the man squeezes harder, mouth coming close to the other’s ear as he whispers with pure venom.
“Beg.”
Though his vision begins to blacken at the edges due to lack of oxygen, Oliver manages to choke out a few words.
“P-pl-ease—! Ple—ease!”
A few seconds more, and the young man is released, his breathing ragged as he tries to suck in as much air as possible. Grayson watches, that same ugly look on his face.
“Pathetic. And I was hoping you’d be more compliant. It seems I misjudged you, Oliver.”
It’s several moments before he has the strength to speak, but Oliver eventually does.
“H-how…? How do y-you know my… my name?”
“How do I know your name?” Grayson chuckles, huffing out a laugh. “Why, that’s simple; *you told me~”
Oliver flinches.
“I-I didn’t! I don’t even… I don’t even remember much after you…,”
Before he could finish, Oliver is blindsided by a hand firmly grasping his hair and pulling. He shrieks, nowhere near accustomed to being manhandled so harshly.
“Silly, silly pup. You will put your past behind you, for you are mine from now on~ And remembering such useless information will result in punishment. This is your first strike. How many shall we make it before I cut off a finger, hm? I do like to keep my toys intact, but I won’t suffer such disrespect.”
Much to Oliver’s dismay, he finds himself nodding, just wanting the pain to stop. Although those hands tug and grasp at his hair for several more seconds, Grayson eventually releases the other’s mousy locks.
“Was that so hard? Did it hurt to listen, pup? No, so long as you listen, you’ll be just fine…”
Oliver remains silent, looking away from his tormentor. Tears streak down his cheeks, and Grayson gently wipes them away, much to Oliver’s surprise.
“Shhh… Look at me.”
Although he doesn’t want to, there isn’t much of a choice as Grayson tilts his head up. Green eyes gaze into gold as the man speaks with a voice softer than cotton.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Oliver. But I will if you don’t listen.”
Again, silence. Irritated, Grayson’s sharp nails bite into the other’s chin as his eyes sharpen.
“Tell me you’ll be good.”
Oliver cringes as thin streams of blood run down his chin, as Grayson coos threats at him.
“If you don’t comply, I’ll make you. And you don’t want it to come to that.”
He’s shivering now, torn between agreeing to listen and staying defiant. Unfortunately, his pause was too long for Grayson.
“Force it is, then.”
Preparing himself for the worst, Oliver’s body tenses up… before melting into pure relaxation. Grayson’s eyes were puddles of molten gold, shifting to create metallic patterns that disappeared far too quickly. He couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away… They were just too beautiful. He found his jaw becoming slack, but that was fine. Why couldn’t he relax before, anyway?
Grayson’s smile is positively wicked as he watches Oliver fall under his sway. He’d surely listen now…
“Oh, Oliver… Your eyes look so much nicer in gold.”
The young man nods, face blank and eyes shimmering.
“You’ll be good for me now, won’t you? I can do this as many times as I need to before you remain a good little puppy. Until then, why don’t we start your… induction.”
Prompted by the headcannon that Sky needs the master sword in order to stay sane after his adventure.
...
It happens suddenly. So suddenly that none of them realizes it until the Skyloftian starts screaming. Not even Twilight had seen it, though he stood right next to him.
And then the man crumbles into himself, and Twilight barely manages to catch him before he falls to the ground.
Sky, weightless in Twilight’s arms, gasps for breath in a panic Twilight has never seen displayed by the man before. So horrified, so shaken that he can’t seem to see anything past the fog in his eyes.
And Twilight knows, he knows how awful, how terrifying this must be to Sky. He knows, but all he can do is wrap his arms around the man.
Twilight knows that Sky’s friend was just stolen from him. But he doesn’t know where they took it. He doesn’t say things will be alright, that they’ll find her, because he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t say anything.
Sky doesn’t cry, but his eyes are wide and his body shakes.
He is afraid, but not for Fi.
Sky knows that, but Twilight doesn’t.
...
After that battle, Sky is quieter. It’s understandable. With so much to think and worry about.
The rest of them try to offer as much help as they can, and begin to devise a plan to get the Master Sword back.
If the world is run by fate, they know they will see the blade again. It may be stolen across time and space, but it will find its way back to them. That, they're sure of.
Sky, though he joins these discussions, doesn’t seem to have much to offer to it. He’s become lost in his head, despondent, almost. He laughs and jokes with them, continues to share their happy mornings, and yet, it all seems to become forced. Even more so as the days go on.
After the battle, and for the very first time, each one of them realize just how much the Master Sword— that is, Fi, means to Sky. They realize that, to Sky, it is a real person, a friend. The only one who was with him his entire journey. They realize that they had underestimated Sky’s connection to what they had thought of only as an object, or as a curse.
When before, Sky had given one short, but meaningful prayer a day, now he spends most of the day perched in front of a small carved Loftwing statue, clasped hands and whispering desperate words.
After a couple of days, Twilight realizes that this, whatever’s going on with Sky, is not okay, and it’s not healthy.
After a week and a morning, Twilight sees Sky hunched in prayer, just like he always is now. But this time, this time, it’s different somehow. Twilight almost feels… unnerved? Looking at Sky’s shaking form, he takes some cautious steps towards the man, apprehensive.
The thought crosses his mind suddenly, his s stomach sinking:
Had Sky even gone to bed last night?
“Sky…?” he says, and the man twitches, violently. And somehow... It scares him. It scares him. Twilight. Who is not the one who's curling into himself, hands digging into his head.
Why does he suddenly want to run away from his friend?
Fighting off the alarms in his mind, he moves forward.
“Sky?” and then he's feeling desperate, “Sky... What’s— what’s wrong?” He falls to his knees beside him, reaching out to move Sky's hands away because his knuckles are white and his nails are scratching so hard he must be breaking skin—
"Don't touch me!"
Twilight jolts back, sucking in a breath when Sky screams the words at him. It was loud. Louder than Twilight had ever heard from the chosen hero since that battle, maybe, at all. And then he hears a ringing, loud in his ears, and his vision starts to blacken, and his head hits the dirt but—
In that moment, when Sky had lifted his head and turned it to him. Twilight saw… Under a mess of hair hanging down and obscuring most of his face, Twilight saw… he saw… eyes. Eye’s not Sky’s own. Because sky’s eyes were a calm faded blue and those eyes were yellow, nearly golden, and glowing. And the whites of his eyes, they are dark, not white. They’re gray and that’s, that’s not—
Have y’all ever met someone who you thought was a friend only for them to completely betray you afterwards 😩?
Why put effort into roasting him when his hyena laugh does the job for me? (Don’t lie, this didn’t even need to be a gif for y’all to hear the MWRA HA HA HA HA in your head.)
Why You Shouldn’t Date Kuroo, a List
No reason at all, Kuroo is perfect and flawless and has never done anything wrong and everyone should date him I am speaking the truth and—
OK FINE. I’ll try and be unbiased.
Kuroo has some traits that set him apart from other members of the HQ cast. If any of these don’t sound like your thing, then Kuroo might not be the man for you.
First off, Kuroo is extremely intelligent??? I get that 2020 is the era of Himbo Rights but Kuroo really went “No Himbo!!! Only Hunk!!!”
Like we all know by now this boy is a major nerd right? Because he definitely went on to be a biochemist or something. And do you guys know the average salary of a biochemist in Japan?
It’s $100k.
$100K.
So if financial security is a major turn off for you, PLEASE LEAVE THE ROOM RIGHT NOW. This man can actually afford—🤢 oh god I can’t even say it—he can afford,,, a h o u s e 🤮🤮 disgusting.
And he’s not even one of those people who becomes snobby once he starts making bank. Got some childhood trauma and developed a degradation kink as a coping mechanism??? Go find Tsukki or Ratsumu instead. Kuroo can’t help you now.
Seriously, he is ridiculously supportive, because you are the love of his life and he wants you to know you are precious and smart and compassionate and funny and—like, B R U H, do we look like emotionally stable people capable of accepting compliments? Just step on our faces and call it a day, sheesh.
His skin is very soft. Moisturized. Delicious skin. You could run your hand against his chin and it would feel like a slip and slide. Don’t ask me how I know this. If you like your men dusty and dry, may I recommend Shigaraki or Kunimi?
Oops my hands slipped—
LOOK AT THOSE STURDY THIGHS. Tell me they weren’t built for thigh-riding like, LOOK ME IN THE AREA WHERE MOST PEOPLE HAVE EYES and tell me you wouldn’t make this your throne? Just you going to town and Kuroo staring down at you with his smouldering black eyes, the tip of his tongue swiping at his bottom lip, as he smirks and whispers in your ear, “Having fun there kitten?”
If that image doesn’t do it for you, then you just have bad taste and there’s no cure for that, SORRY.
ALSO. I know people are like “Everyone says Kuroo is a sex god but he actually lowkey a mess in bed” and you know what? I agree with that.
If you want an Adonis in bed right off the bat, Kuroo is not the man for you.
At least,,,
Not at first.
Tbh Kuroo probably has very little experience before dating you because he’s always known that you were it for him, and why waste time playing with other people when they’ll never measure up to you? (Ugh, simps, am I right?)
So when you guys do get together, it’s going to be a learning curve for both of you. You’ll have to start from square one and discover what makes the other tick, the other’s weak points and kinks, together. Like can you imagine? The intimacy? The vulnerability? The little awkward moments that become fond memories when you look back on it? And when you think you’ve learned everything about Kuroo, the way he surprises you by introducing something new to the bedroom? The feeling of sheer love that arises when someone knows your body more than you do?
But uh, if that’s not your thing, then yeah, Kuroo ain’t the guy for you.
In Conclusion
Kuroo is the best man to ever exist. He’s smart, he’s funny, he’s a huge fucking nerd, and he’s always super nice to your friends. He is your best friend and boyfriend wrapped up in one. He’ll go on 3AM McDonalds runs with you and learn how to make your favourite comfort food when you’re sick. He’ll spend 10 minutes ranting about some newly discovered scientific protein and then forget how to spell the word orange.
He’ll love you, treasure you, comfort you, and grow with you. He’s your biggest supporter and he’ll be with you until the end of the line. And honestly, this is the real reason why we shouldn’t date Kuroo, because none of us will ever be good enough to deserve this king.
