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This is my first time writing so please only give constructive criticism

This is just an idea

Warning : nothing

Idea : you aka y/n are a cafe worker trying to make a living .You live with your roommate Johnson Blair . He was always a little shady but you brushed it off . One day you get to your apartment with your door cracked open . You hesitated to go in but you were tired so you went in anyways . Bad Idea .

This is my mha mob au idea

The flashlights illuminate our way as we walk towards the old carousel. No one has been in the old mall off of I-82 in years. People say that the old place is haunted. But I think they’re all being dramatic

The dust grows thicker the closer we get to the carousel. We can barely see two feet ahead of us. My heart begins to beat faster with every step I take. I glance left and right, afraid that something is going to jump out from the dark and grab me. ‘Calm down. It’s just a silly story Nana told you to scare you.’.

The dust breaks revealing the old carousel that brought many generations of the people in this town joy. I look at my surroundings and notice that the dust encircles the carousel like a barrier. ‘How odd.’.

“This is boring. Let’s go-”. “Why don’t you take a ride? You’ve come all this way.” I whip my head around searching for the source of the sounds. “Meredith? Is that you?” “Meredith is waiting for you Teddie. Why don’t you join her?” My heart rate speeds up dramatically. Sweat begins to run down my face as I feel tears well up in my eyes from fright. “This isn’t funny Meredith!” I yell to what seems like nothing.

A child-like giggle echoes throughout the empty mall as I spin in a circle out of fright.

Creak creak creak. The noise makes me freeze and turn my gaze to the carousel in front of me. A bright spotlight shines on the carousel as it turns with no operator. Broken music plays from the old speakers add to my fear.

The carousel finally stops turning and the light goes out. “Help…me…” a coarse and ragged voice emanates from the carousel. The light returns but is brighter than it was previously, it focuses on the horse right in front of me. My eyes adjust and my body breaks down as a guttural scream erupts from my body.

Strings were tied around Meredith’s wrists and they had been maneuvered into position that made her hands seem like they were holding the pole that connected the horse to the rest of the ride. A frilly pink dress took the place of her original clothing to illuminate the feeling of her being a young girl. Bows decorated her once straight, now curled, hair. Stockings adorned her legs and a pair of Mary Janes were on her feet. But her face was the worst of it. Her lips had been stretched to the point of a permanent smile and her eyelids had been sewn open so that she could never close them.

The light disappeared and the carousel began to spin again. But it spun faster with every turn it took. Soon it had become a blur and created a small gust of wind. I stood up and began to run away from the carousel as music began to play and echo. “Why are you running Teddie? Don’t you want to ride the carousel? Meredith has been waiting for you.” The voice calls out to me as I run as fast as I can to the exit. Shadowy tentacles begin to come after me as I reach the exit. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream just as the tentacles reach me. With a final leap I make it out of the abandoned mall.

I keep running to make sure that the shadows can’t reach me. When I finally stop to catch my breath I process everything that just happened. Tears begin to fall as I remember what happened to Meredith.

“Why did you leave Teddie? I thought you wanted to ride the carousel?” Alarm bells start to ring in my head as the voice begins to speak to me. I feel something cold wrap around my ankle and drag me. My head hits the ground and I fall unconscious.

Hey so I wrote a poem and um I'm gonna throw this here and see how it goes.

I am Not Trapped in This Body, I am the Body

AKA a pile of word vomit I made

I am not trapped in this body.

This body is all mine.

I do not move this body,

I am moving.

I am not trapped by my flesh,

Only how others perceive it.

I yearn to change,

But does the water not yearn to flow?

I pine to be able to change,

Just as the Oxen pine to be let out to roam.

So do not say it is unnatural to want to change.

For It Is More Unnatural

To stay

The same.

Please tell me if my poem was horrible. Like please I need to know so I can never post poems again. If i am not stopped I might post more poems

Could you do some more nsfw headcanons? I’m starving…..(if you need a general idea, have cal and Andre ever done anything in public like under the dinner table, when their at school, or literally in the next room over)

‘Public’ Caldre NSFW Headcanons

- At the Kriegman summer house, Cal and Andre often share a room. Cal used to sleep in a palette on the floor, but once the boys started dating, they began sharing the bed. They’ve almost been caught making out and taking off each other’s clothes one too many times.

- When the boys get intimate at the summer house, Andre has to hold his hands over Cal’s mouth or put his fingers in his mouth to make him be quiet. Often times, Cal gags around his fingers which makes Andre freak out, but Cal urges him to keep going.

- They take full advantage of them being the same gender at school. They make out in the bathrooms, locker rooms, and empty classrooms. When Andre does good at a track meet, Cal meets him in the showers after the meet’s over.

- Rachel once invited Andre to come along to a movie night that Cal, her, and some other friends were having. During the movie, the boys shared a blanket. Cal’s hands began to wander about half way through the film, making Andre’s face go a little too red.

- When they’re eating family dinners, they play a game of who can touch one another the most until one of them has to excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. It often ends in Cal palming Andre while giggling when Andre quickly stands up and runs to the bathroom.

- When they’re sat at a booth on a date, they play around kicking at the other’s foot and laughing. Sometimes, though, Andre directs his foot up, pressing his shiny boots right onto Cal until the younger boy squirms.

- They’ve almost fucked on the trampoline in the Gabriel’s backyard one too many times. They stop when they hear one of Cal’s siblings running outside or see a light turn on in the house. They just pretend they were stargazing.

- The boys often sneak away during gym. After class, Cal and Andre accidentally wear each other’s shirts and their knees are bright red and have a slight imprint of the locker room’s tile floor.

Love Letter

Iwaizumi Hajime x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: a few curse words

this one came out longer than expected and i honestly didn't know how to cut it short XP anyways enjoy this fluffy fluff with our iwa chan. i finished it early so i posted it. not beta-read (again) constructive criticism is accepted.

Hajime had a crush. Not that he would ever accept it. But, still the fact that he did have a crush would not change. And he hated it.

He hated how his throat closed up whenever he tried to talk to you. Hated the way his hands sweat profusely when he was near you. He hated everything about this.

He thought ignoring you and pretending you didn't exist would make his crush go away. But, how could he ignore you when you were in the same class as him and sat right across from him.

Hajime always caught himself looking at you in between lectures. And now, he had to force himself to look away from you and concentrate in class.

The teacher was talking about a project and said that she would assign everyone in groups of two. Hajime groaned inwardly at the mention of group projects. He had always preferred to work alone.

The teacher was now calling out students' names and their partners. "Iwaizumi and L/N," she announced.

He did a double take and stared at his teacher, wide eyed. Surely he had heard that wrong, right? There was no way you were his partner, right?

His thoughts came to a stop when you turned to look at him. You smiled politely at him. Though it was nothing special, Hajime felt his heart beating faster. His face felt hot when he smiled back at you. You were gonna be the end of him.

"Shut up Shittykawa!" Hajime barked at his best-friend, Oikawa. He was rambling on and on about how popular he was and how many girls were head over heels for him. Hajime had heard this enough times for it to be etched in his mind.

His hand clutched the small piece of paper in his hand which had your phone number scribbled in it. The two of you had exchanged numbers and had agreed to meet up at your house to work on the project. He felt his face heat up again and cursed silently.

"Iwa-chan! I need to use the restroom. Don't leave without me," Oikawa said, already on his way.

Hajime sighed and stood outside their gym. If Oikawa didn't come back within two minutes, he thought, I'm leave his things here and go back home.

"Um, excuse me."

He heard a shy voice from behind him. He turned and saw a red-faced girl clutching what suspiciously looked like a love letter. Oh, how much Hajime hated love letters. He thought they were sappy and ugly, what with the hearts drawn everywhere. He had threatened to burn all the letters Oikawa had kept stashed in his room if he had to deliver one more sappy letter to him. Say goodbye to your letters, Assikawa, Hajime thought.

"It's for Oikawa, right?" He asked. This was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

"Y-Yes! Please give it to him!" She shoved the letter into his hands and ran away to her friend who was smirking wildly.

Everyone liked Oikawa, no doubt. He was handsome and charming but with a shitty personality that only Hajime and their close friends knew. But, that was not what he was worried about. He was worried that you would choose Oikawa instead of him. Everyone always did that.

Your room was the perfect definition of 'organized mess'. There were books and papers scattered on your desk and floor, a pile of clothes on your bed, and your laptop on the floor with numerous tabs open. It was a mess, but a nice mess. Hajime liked it.

Hajime was glad to have you as a partner. You were easy to work with, efficient and broad-minded.

He tried his best not to ogle you all the time, which was practically impossible since you looked so beautiful while you were focused on your work.

Your mom came in, saw all the papers strewn across the expanse of your room, gave the two of you a look, and never came back. You had laughed your head off at this and Hajime couldn't help but laugh with you too. He promised to help you clean later to which you had reluctantly agreed.

The project had turned out great. Hajime smiled proudly at his grade-an A-and decided make Oikawa jealous. You had asked him to have lunch together to which he had agreed right away.

You and Hajime had grown close during the small amount of time you had worked together. Even after finishing it, you would still call him or text him talking about anything and everything. You would even wait for his practice to end and walk home with him.

You had always been talkative around Hajime but today you were eerily silent. Your face was red, too.

"Hey," he said. "Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the nurse's office?"

"N-No!" You stuttered, waving your hands wildly. "It's just that-that..." you trailed off.

"That what?"

You said something under your breath that Hajime couldn't make out.

Then, there was something covering his face. A piece of paper. "What the-?"

He peeled the paper away from his face and took a good look at it. Hajime's heart sank down to the pit of his stomach. It was not just a piece of paper. It was a love letter. And he knew damn well who it was for. Of course you liked Oikawa. Why had he even thought his feelings would be reciprocated. Dumb, he cursed at himself. Dumbass.

"It's for Oikawa right?" His voice came out more sad and dejected than he had expected. "I can't guarantee a reply-"

"I-It's for you!"

"-but I will give it to him," he continued.

"Don't give it to Oikawa! It's for you Iwaizumi!" You were almost yelling now.

"W-What? This"-he held up the letter-"is for me?"

Hajime was sure his brain had stopped working. You were giving him a love letter?

"Does this mean you like me?" He wanted to make sure it was true. That you were not pranking him.

"Yes!" You sounded so desperate and annoyed. He swore he could see steam rising from your head.

"Thank you!" He almost screamed. "Go out with me, please."

"Y-Yes," you agreed, trying your best to hide your red face.

Hajime's heart melted and he felt like the happiest man on earth. You liked him. Him and not Oikawa. A giddy, love-sick smile formed on his face. He felt weightless like he were floating in space. His chest felt warm.

"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa's voice brought him back. He turned to face Oikawa only to be faced with a teasing smirk. Mattsun and Makki wore similar expressions. Makki whispered something to Mattsun about Hajime getting laid, which Hajime prayed you didn't hear.

"L/N-chan, let me tell you something embarrassing about Iwa-chan," Oikawa giggled and made his way towards you.

"Crappykawa, say one word to L/N about me and I'll make sure you get a concussion during practice," Hajime barked.

You let out a fit of giggles which was soon joined by Mattsun, Makki and Oikawa himself. Hajime smiled a fond smile. He neatly placed the letter in his bag and decided to read it later, in the safety of his room. His chest still felt warm when he sat down and had lunch with the four of you. Maybe love letters aren't all that bad, Hajime thought.

Work by: @smolbean12

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

Okay picture this: Long ago their ancestors all lived in a wealthy kingdom. The king at the time was an ancestor of The Boyz. The ancestors of Ateez and Stray Kids were highly regarded in the kingdom as they had been lifelong friends of the king. They were known for being kind souls. They would help out those of lower class whenever they could, give money if someone was in need; they were beloved.

But the king soon grew jealous of how much his people loved the ancestors of Ateez and Stray Kids. The king felt threatened by their popularity.

And so, he banished both groups’ ancestors from the kingdom, leaving them to fend for themselves. The ancestors of Ateez and Stray Kids at first worked together to survive, but then drifted apart due to difference in opinions and inner conflict. The Ateez legacy travelled to the deep forest, Stray Kids’ legacy to the mountains. All learned to fight and they were good at it. It was necessary to survive.

Ateez and Stray Kids themselves were raised to hate The Boyz’s kingdom. All throughout their lives they were told stories about the king had betrayed their trust and shamed their ancestors.

Ateez decided they had enough and planned to overthrow The Boyz’s kingdom, taking what they believed was rightfully theirs. Knowing they couldn’t do it alone, they sought out Stray Kids to help them fight. Stray Kids agreed, all now planning to avenge their ancestors and take the throne.

Little did they know, The Boyz were trained to fight too, in fear that one day the groups that the late king kicked out would come back.

All three groups were prepared to fight, and none of them cared if blood was shed.

the amount of power this picture holds is insane

if you are having issues with your artwork, may I suggest doing a silly modification of a notebook cover?