#oc drabble

[cylunny]

Formation

Slime x ??? - how he came to be.

The night it was born was cold and rainy, woods pitch black, shrouded in fog. Somewhere deep within a forest where most humans never ventured lay a tiny puddle of black-purple goop. Just beneath a rowan berry bush, barely shielded from the water drizzling down on it. To anyone noticing it, it would have looked unremarkable - lifeless, probably the remnant of a deceased monster. Those well-versed in creatures and their biology would have recognized the puddle as the remnants of what was, at some point, a slime. And then, they would move on, quickly losing interest - because slimes were common. Some of the weakest monsters in the area.

It just so happened that this particular pile of goo wasn’t just any slime. Like the night it came to live, it was dark in essence. And dark slimes were a rarity among their own - for good reason. Their potential for growth and danger was high enough for them to be nearly eradicated.

This tiny, leftover part, however, had not yet given up. Clinging to live, it cautiously opened two lavender eyes, peering at its surroundings. There was not much thought within the critter yet, too small its body. Every sound too new still, every scent overwhelming - and the touch. The grass beneath it, pricking at its body. The one thing it knew was: To survive, it had to grow. To grow, it had to eat. To eat, it had to survive - and to survive meant to stay hidden long enough to do so.

Unfortunately for this little one, fate would not be so kind. It occurred on a day so sunny that the dark slime slithered beneath some rocks, hoping for the offending hot sun rays to disappear sooner rather than later. Night would not come that day, not in the way it expected. Instead, footsteps. Hushed voices. The dark slime tried to make itself as small as possible, no part of it visible through the rubble. No matter. These were humans in search of treasure, and as such they would leave no stone unturned.

“Whoa, look at this. It’s a slime, just…darker.”  At that point, human language was but a series of sounds it could not comprehend. 

“That’d be because it’s a dark slime. This is our lucky day!”, a man with thick glasses and a book in hand stood over it, grinning from ear to ear. The slime tried to wiggle away, to no avail.

“We should capture it. Could sell for a fortune. These things are rare these days.” 

And then, it was suddenly surrounded by a dome of glass. The blob tried to find a way out, any tiny hole or crevice would be enough - there was none. Just glass, annoyingly slippery and dense. And such unbearable heat. 

If you asked Slime, that would be the worst day in his life. Caught before he was able to grow, confined to a much hated jar. What he didn’t know back then was that his capture had been a stroke of luck in disguise. For keeping a dark slime alive was forbidden if not under strict regulations. And he may as well have died for good that day.

[pookiewookiemilkjuggs]

You and me until we die

A/n: Been listening to made in Japan too much lately lol. Try envisioning the year to be the 1960's-1970's since I have a little something something planned for the Hanamori's ;) don't even worry about the logic or history just focus on the feels, man! My writing is so rusty All characters are 18+!!!

Male Yan!friend x reader. Not proofread :'( don't mind my shitty writing, will rewrite eventually!!

It was a miracle in its own that you had even passed the exchange students test in the first place, much less scored the highest. Either you were secretly Einstein all along or god had finally taken pity on your academically stunted self

When the list of acceptees was finally posted in the schools public bulletin board, EVERYONE wanted to see who would be going overseas and who wouldn't, as it was basically bragging rights for the rest of the final school year

You pushed and shoved through the large crowd, until someone gave you a rough shove that you collided with the wall with all the grace of a newborn faun with arthritis, letting out an ear piercing guffaw

Thankfully no one seemed to pay too much attention to your squished body as you finally got a peek at the paper. Your eyes scanned rapidly, hopefully, before slowly feeling disappointment grow in your belly. You thought about just leaving since you didn't find your name, but something stubbornly told you to stay

Slowly, the crowd thinned out, giving you enough space to check the list a second time. And lo and behold, you were on it! Your name the very first of all! You must've not been able to see since there was quite a few people leaning against the words and prohibiting it from view. Looks like you were going overseas afterall~

For as long as he could remember, since the very first day he was born, rui knew he was different from the other children. He didn't cry when he took a tumble and scraped his knee, he didn't laugh when his classmates made a funny joke, he didn't blink when he was pushed off the swings. He didn't feel anything.. well, that's what it seemed like

In reality he felt everything. Perhaps a little too much. Everytime he saw his mother cry in a doctor's office over her son's condition made his heart ache and a dull throb to pulse behind his eyes. Everytime he witnessed his father shout and yell like the drunkard he was, blaming mrs. Hanamori for their sons lack of apparent emotion.

He tried and failed to befriend others. Desperately, but People just seemed to be too put off by his vacant stare to stay for long. And so He grew up like this. Outcasted. Misunderstood. Alone. Oh so very alone.. nobody cared. Nobody wanted to care. And he had finally accepted that after 18 years of living. He'd always be alone. That's just the way his life was meant to be

up until his very last year of highschool. It started out like usual. Walk in, get his schedule from the nice elderly lady at the front desk, and get on with his day. That's how it was supposed to be. Until he met you.

You. You were different. He could just tell. You didn't look away from him when he sat down in the only other vacant desk, that just so happened to be next to yours. You started a conversation. You laughed at his short curt answers. You smiled at him. Really smiled. And his heart did a stupid little jolt in his vacant chest.

Was this.. what being normal felt like?

You and rui Hanamori had been friends for as long as you could remember since arriving in japan. You had initially been afraid of facing any backlash or opposition to your presence in the quaint village of 千の轟く水, or better known as the mizu village.

The people have been so friendly and compassionate towards you, helping you move in to the student dormitory (a singular room house in the outskirts of the country, quite the morning walk) and providing meals. You worked your butt off in any way you could to repay them ofcourse!

Your Japanese was still a little jumbled but by the great mercy of the lord Almighty they somehow understood you well enough to communicate. All was well. You had your own place, you had great neighbors, your school life was lively and you had already made a handful of friends.

But your favorite of all had to be rui. You just loved the way his pale cheeks would flush a pretty rosey pink when you'd compliment his newest under vest, or the way his hair looked sooo cute when you'd put it up onto silly little pigtails. He never once treated you wrongly, only looking at you with the utmost respect! Truly, the perfect best friend! If only you knew what he really felt..

Slowly, rui felt the fast and rapid waves of joy course through him. But instead of the typical stoic expression that felt like his permanent face, a smile broke out. Everyone in the village thought the world was going to end. For the first time in his entire miserable life, THE ruin Hanamori laughed. LAUGHED! and lord did he have the cutest little laugh..

He felt the dam behind his eyes break free. He could finally express himself the way he always wanted to. All thanks to you. His beautiful miracle.. the first thing he did was give his mother the biggest hug and thank her for her unfailing love. He gave his father a pat on the back and thanked him for his monetary support even though he didn't deserve it.

And finally, he thanked you. He gave you the softest, most sincere smile he could muster. Reserved only you and you alone. He pressed a sweet chaste kiss to your cheek, his eyes brimming with unspoken words and wants

"you.. you really are an angel aren't you? My beloved.. you made this wretched heart of mine beat. And for the first time in all my life I felt the sun had shined down on my skin and warmed me from the inside out.. you have no idea just how far my gratitude stretches.."

Everything was perfect. You were by his side. His family was together. And everyone finally looked at him like he was a man and not an emotion less doll. But not every good thing stays... he noticed your attention drifting away. How you hung around other classmates, other boys.

Wild thoughts of what you could be doing with them circled through his brain. Were you hanging out at your favorite park? Were you sleeping around? Were you getting bored of him? Did you not like him anymore? He thought you liked him.. he liked you! He liked you very much.. he couldn't stand the thought of you smiling at anyone but him!

So he began isolating you. Convincing you that everyone was after you. That old man by the corner store? A pedophile who preyed on school girls and left them pregnant. The nice lady at the disco? She's known as a two faced skank who ruined reputations in the blink of an eye. That trio of sweet freshman? All daughters of influential Yakuza and one wrong move could land you dead in a ditch. Not like he'd let that happen

you were alone now, with him as your only company. After all, who better to trust than your best friend, who grew up here? you didn't flinch when his hands roamed over you in ways shouldn't be touching. You didn't blink when he fervently kissed up your neck and slowly undressed you. You didn't cry out when he gave you his most prized possession, subsequently taking your virginity as well.

And when the inevitable characteristic morning sickness arrived, you didn't scream. Rui Hanamori had always taken good care of you. He always will.

[lilyissuswritings2]

The Scariest Thing

Evelyn was playing, it'd been a few hours since Harvest had brought her to this pizzaplex lab. She looked up at Virgo, who was enjoying some tea nearby. "What's the scariest thing that ever happened to you?"

Virgo glanced down at the little girl. "Whatever brought up that line of question?" She asked. Evelyn shrugged. "Harvest said your super powerful, so you have to fight monsters or something." Ah, child logic. Virgo chuckled, shifting to sit down on the floor next to the girl. "Well, it'd have to be my 29th birthday I suppose."

Evelyn looked up, curious. "What happened then?"

Virgo paused for dramatic effect. "I only got one cake!" She explained. Evelyn began giggling. "That's not a big deal though! That's silly!"

Virgo's smiled softened, glancing away. "Well, yes, I suppose it is rather sillier. Could you imagine? Getting two cakes every birthday... and then one year only one, for the rest of your life."

"Could you imagine?"

Tsams oc taglist: @titan-tsams

[dgthegreat]

Yandere Mr. Nurse…

Lil’bit of Ms. Nurse but it’s mainly to explain Mr. Nurse as a yandere and how he’s more visibly a threat—I love drawing on the whiteboard…

Small warning for yandere tendencies (stalking, manipulation, threatening behavior etc etc) yknow…here’s like a synopsis:

Unless there’s a 100% chance that he will be accepted he’s NOOOOOT approaching his crush buddy 😭 despite his stalking he’s a lot more self-aware that the second he’s caught it’s so over so he’s like “might as well not risk it.”

…But oh dear god…if you approach him? And he receives positive attention?

Your love is a drug he can’t stop taking.

Despite the stalking thing he doesn’t take notes as much as Ms. Nurse. He has mental notes of when you will most likely not get suspicious of his actions or appearances…but he is an avid collector. No he doesn’t warn you…at least not often—

“Oh you’re purging your clothes? I uh…I know like a bunch of trustworthy donation spots…you can leave it to me if…you want—You do?! Oh my god—I won’t let you down!”

He’s gonna donate 90% of them…right after rolling around and cuddling them all…because outright lying is wrong! He’d rather be caught in a slight lie than a full one. Oh you see one of your old shirts in his closet? Oops! He thought it was his! Must’ve gotten mixed up…there wasn’t a tag on it so it was an innocent mistake! A funny one indeed; he’ll leave it as a memento of his mess-up, isn’t that cute? :) He’s just adorable! (DON’T FALL FOR THIS)

As you can see from above he’s still a loser, still making big mistakes that make him not threatening…it’s just that it’s really hard to catch him being a red flag because he will use your initial impression of him to his advantage.

“You’re going out?! Uh, sorry, I just…well, I hope you have fun with that…oh I’m not upset I just uh…uhm…y’know…I wonder what it’s like to go out there without wimping out….you'd be willing to help me? Me?? Oh thank you so much, I’m..I’m so grateful…can I hug you?”

Speaking of affection though. He’s way more affectionate. Not in an intense way but…handholding, hugging on the arm, actual hugging…and don’t be shocked that he’s still got some strength he will lift you up if he’s super excited to see you. (He’ll immediately apologize though).

Sometimes he gets so excited and moves way too fast to the point he might ACTUALLY collapse 😭 like bro it’s not that serious…pull yourself together!!!

…God forbid you catch his mask slipping and run from him.

Oh. Oh that’s not happening.

Run? Nononononooooo! You’re not getting away THAT easily! He just made a little mistake! He got a little overzealous!!

….Ignore that he knows your address…

If you open that door that’s it man 😔 he’s gonna be sobbing his eyes out and hugging onto your legs. No amount of struggling or hitting him will make him move—he’s gonna just be apologizing and begging for forgiveness…no he will not stop crying.

Oh oh you better not be OUTSIDE and in PUBLIC when this happens either—it’ll be SO MUCH WORSE—

He will be making a scene until the onlookers make you feel silly for rejecting him.

“You can hit me again! It’s okay, I know that I…I’m not the manliest guy! I know I’m weak! So I know I’m not good enough for your standards, but please let me try! Please don’t push me away! I can’t live without you! I’ll..I’ll even use my money again! You can have it all, just don’t go…”

^ I mean it’s straight up gaslighting and making you look like you’re taking advantage of his kindness 🫩 Don’t be fooled by that soft little face that is still a manipulative man.

But would he ever harm you? Absolutely not! Nooooo wayyyy! If you have any cuts or bruises he’s in tears and immediately trying to patch you up. Then having to step out for a moment to go sob—

“I can’t believe I didn’t catch it! Oh god how could I have missed it…oh my godddd—“ he’s in the corner trying to wipe the tears away.

Sometimes he may grab your shoulder or hand unprompted but usually he will actually pull himself away because he didn’t know if it’s okay or not—if you tell him it’s okay he’s gonna go for it unprompted more often from that point onwards—

Now…what about good ol’jealousy? :3 WELL…it’s kinda similar to Ms. Nurse…it’s more about the delivery than anything.

She craves clarity while he craves reassurance!

For Ms. Nurse she’s been upfront with you about stalking so SURELY you’re not…not looking at anyone else romantically RIIIIIGHT?

For Mr. Nurse he’s worried that his behavior may make you uncomfortable and you confide in someone else. And SURELY you’d never hurt his feelings RIIIIIIIGHT??

SURELY YOU WOULDN’T BREAK THEIR HEARTS RIGHT?

Cause if you did, like Ms. Nurse he doesn’t take it well, at all. He’s going to be a wreck. Crying at work, crying at lunch, he can’t sleep, he can’t eat, he’s actually getting sick from the rejection—

And that leads to his mind being warped from his health declining. He can’t handle knowing you are disgusted by him—part of him wants to leave you alone and respect your wishes—but he CAN’T handle that reality.

…So you must be in the wrong. YOU must be the one that’s sick.

And don’t worry, he’s a trained nurse, he’ll take care of you :)

He’s more likely to kidnap you, but he’s not going to force you into his home. No no no!

He’ll just make sure during flu season you WILL get influenza A, the worst flu you can get, and take care of you…not without making your symptoms worse. But yknow the body can handle it! Vaccines help the body prepare for the viruses so he’s essentially doing the same thing! You’ll end up healthier than before!

…Once you fall back in love with him of course.

“Oh gosh you couldn’t keep your food down again? Okay, we can go back to soup…I’m so sorry your body has been hurting. I-I’ll make sure it doesn’t get worse! After all, who can really handle a hospital bill right now? Eheh…”

You’re not leaving until you realize you were wrong and he’s just a passionate lover that means well, not a crazed lovesick loser…

So, just play nice…and don’t question him, doctor’s orders!

Now, this is in the scenario that there’s no third party in the way.

…If there is?

He’s stalking them with intent. Never harassing but always being in the corner of their eyes, making them paranoid. And it’ll only get worse until he’s messing around in their house moving things and fixing them back when you try to take a look. Your poor friend must be going crazy huh? Let him help! He might be able to see what’s up!

…He’s going to warn them that he’s heard stories of people dying when they get to close to you. And also chalk their paranoia up to carbon monoxide poisoning.

They try to warn you? :)

✨He’s going to get them so sick that he can bury them alive and make them think it was a bad hallucination/night terror✨

All of a sudden your friend is either missing or avoids you like the plague. Huh, weird.

At least you have Mr. Nurse here! He’ll keep you safe and sound…and most importantly…loved. :D

Okay that’s all I got—this is like all unedited I woke up and started typing like a madman y’all—I MISS YAPPING ABOUT YANDERE BEHAVIOR!!!!

[melon-dee]

This is mainly for @blueberry-boo , but for anyone else interested! I am a multishipper and offer my little guy as a potential partner & friend companion for anyone who dares to chat with me! :)

THIS IS ABOUT LUNA

WARNING... MAJOR YAPPATHON AHEAD...

You've been warned

So... so... we need to hear me out, ok. I don't know what this bounty hunter character looks or acts like, but one of my favorite types of characters are bounty hunters. It's just the vibes and that like anti-hero energy. Love that shit eat that shit up

Anyways as to share why Luna is a ✨ cool datable person ✨ (he's actually just a loser but its okay)

First off, angst. If anyone knows me, I breathe off of angst, we could make it angsty, okay. Luna is only around ONE MONTH out of the year, he would have to savor that month with the person he'd find desirable and would be devastated having to leave them! That and, if even a prospect of a relationship was thrown at Luna, it would catch him so off guard, he would do anything in his power to show just how much of a bad idea that is. Simply because he doesn't want to have the other miss him or be in any pain from the departure while he's away, even if he would share those romantic sentiments as well :(

Oh, and don't get me started if he develops those feelings first, the turmoil would go crazy. He would simply just remind himself he wouldn't be able to be a good partner because of his absence! Also, maybe not even worth being that much trouble for because of his absence... He is shocked when even friends are excited to see him return, ok. He would be even more flustered if a potential lover ACTUALLY waited for him.

Not only is that angst, but it's also giving the prospects of a good slow burn. The two build a good relationship for the month, or for even a couple of years, becoming good friends prior to even having romantic feelings for each other! It can even work as an enemies to lovers setting too! The options are actually so limitless 🙏

If your brain isn't already being super synced up with me, which like- why not 🙄 /silly, I will share more about Luna! Luna might come off as a really serene and tranquil little guy, but he is not. This bitch is actually known for panicking, I heard that from a little bird! Her name totally isn't Sol!

Don't confuse overthinking with his sorts of panicking, he is very much a realist. However, that doesn't stop him from going into a spiral when thrown a curve ball, he's just not used to it! He is used to the same routine day after day, for 11 months out of the year! Explain to souls their dead, try to calm the souls that are dead, convince the souls they are needed in their resting places, guides them to said resting place, repeat the process. That is what everyday looks like to him, his duties. During the 1 month of November he is around, he is doing many things outside of his normal routine and that is... a little daunting for him :(

He does not freak out like a normal person though, he tenses up so much that he goes into somewhat of a paralysis! Think of Miss Beans from Rango, that is probably the best I describe it...

80% of the time he is pretty calm however, that happens! He is usually good at masking whenever he panics about something, but guess what! You got a loser boyfriend!!! This is what comes in loser boyfriend package!! High masking, highly functional, loser boyfriend!!! Yeah!!!

He holds all his friends very dear to him however, so if a romantic relationship with this loser doesn't spark your interest, then maybe a friendship does! Luna would go above and beyond for both! He notices everything! The little details of what you like, he literally counts each time he could make a friend or lover smile, he would go out of his way to trouble himself just for the other person. He tries his very best to log each thing he learns about his friends, so when he leaves on his year long giving therapy to dead people journey, he can pick up where he left off!

Not everything is so sparkly and fun times with him though, he has his fair share of flaws!

He is obsessed with being pretty! If he wasn't a loser enough, he always makes sure he be looking like a baddie everytime he leaves his room. ABSOLUTELY NOBODY MENTION HIS CRACKS OR LACK OF FEET.

He will cry and Sol will be very mad at you /threat

While this on the surface isn't a flaw, he will have a panic attack if he feels he does not look good enough to leave his room. Good luck with that people... Sol needs to tag out of this /silly

He is also insecure, though this is mostly kept to himself. He has it pretty convinced others do not find him to be that appealing to be around when he is around for the month he is, and feels intense fomo when others are doing fun things. He has Sol to include him, sure, but he also worries his sisters and others only hangout with him out of obligation and not choice :(

I am still fleshing him out so I believe I could find more flaws as I write him out interacting with other people, but I imagine he would be pretty petty when he's upset or in general very snarky with an enemy. I feel like he would have like a mean girl sort of side, harmless on the surface but maybe he'd say some mean things he doesn't mean when he's upset. Then cry about it after lmao

Thank you, that is Ale's ted talk

Sol lovers, a Sol one will be next. Trust 🙏

[miraimes]

𓏲ּ𝄢　drabble where reader dies gulp　ﾉ　ft. my oc azrael, gn!reader　ﾉ　angst, death　ﾉ　wc: 507

a/n this id for my friend @belalyubov, not proofread, wrote this at 1am on a whim

Beads of blood ribboned down your torso, palms smeared with thick, scarlet blood and white blouse now bright red. The metallic scent obstructing your sense of smell, you staggered forward, determined to at least make it to the run-down shrine before the drowsiness took over. The journey to the shrine wasn’t too difficult as it was a short distance and a few puny steps but in your current state? It felt like hiking up mount everest with the mere clothes on your back. You knew he’d find out regardless of if you made it to his shrine—but you wanted to apprise him anyway, so he didn’t have to find out on his own, give him the semblance of a proper goodbye. Eyes drifting up to the now darkening horizon, you remember when you told him you’d stick around as long as you could, live no less than 80, give him all the time you could. 

When you reached the top of the steps, arm wrapped around your abdomen, as you stumbled into the shrine, or well, close enough to the shrine—you whimpered his name, barely coming out comprehensible. But he knew. He always did.

I'll see you at Heaven's gate

“Azrael—” and instantly, he was there. Abnormally quick, unlike his usual self.

“Wha–What happened?? Why are you bleeding out—please tell me its not fatal?” He cradled your head to his chest, leaning your body in his lap. Pushing his hand to the wound in a pathetic attempt to prevent further blood loss, covering his hands in the warm liquid.

He rambled, knowing he could feel your soul entering his dominion, relinquishing this one. He never imagined he'd see you like this. Bloody and dying on the floor of his sacred domain. You thought this to be a place of protection, which is ironic considering people came here to pray that their loved ones made it across safely, but you never demonised him or cussed him out—even when your parents died. Though he was the God of Death, he still hadn’t gotten used to losing love ones, normally not even getting close enough to someone to mourn their death.

Your warm hand grasped his cold face. Eyelids wavering, struggling to remain open.

“Please, don’t be afraid to love after me. Learn to open up, find someone new, replace me.” 

Those few words pulverizing his non-exsistent heart. He didn’t want to listen to you, ignoring your slowing breaths. He never listened: he would refuse to go out but would end up going anyway, would refute your claims but folded nonetheless. You guys were like the sun and the moon. Polar opposites that worked in tandem.

“You’re not going to die—you—you’re going to survive this and come home to me. Promise..? Please.” He clutched your hand to his face as it started to tremble, covering his face and your hand in more blood. 

'Cause it's too little, way too late

Laying his forehead on yours.

Your pulse vacillating. 

His pulse getting more erratic.

Your eyes closing.

His widening.

Polar opposites.

[spiritroninsabo]

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