#<- yeah this one happens really early on too so like. imagine the level of pining that happens once lloyd gets to properly know javier.

[lloydfrontera]

lloyd canonically thinks that javier looks like "a piece of fine sculpture, matching his elegant appearance" when he's sleeping. like. that's just canon. i don't even have to be creative in my reading interpretation that's literally what lloyd thinks of javier this is not fair how am i supposed to believe that this man isn't crushing hard on his best friend i know i tend to my have my shipping googles on a lot of the time but. i really don't think this one is on me tbh.

[simpshaaaa]

Cale without Alver: *grumblings when something annoying happened n let it go*

Cale with Alver: *yapping when something annoying happened and getting more pissed*

They cannot sit together in class because Cale will complain to Alver when minor inconveniences happened

And Alver indulges it more by laughing and adding more fuel to Cale's annoyance

Cale: Yeah, I don't get their problems at all, what about me that gotta do with their own goddamn lives??

Alver: Maybe they should've kept to themselves

Cale: EXACTLY WHAT I'M SAYING!??!! I'M LITERALLY JUST BREATHING???! WHAT IS THEIR PROBLEMS WITH ME!???!!?

And Alver had to hold himself from bursting his ass out laughing out loud

Because Cale is usually so calm and collected, to see him in that kind of state made Cale looks so goofy with his face getting redder n redder from anger

I really love how comfortable they are with each other

Alver may yap a lot but at the end of the day, he's actually a very quiet extrovert

While Cale is a very quiet and cold kinda person, he's actually a very loud introvert when comfortable

See why I love alcale

Cale won't stop yapping and Alver won't let Cale stop yapping either

I like to imagine they're neighbours and go to school together and Cale would start Alver's day with a small complaint like how it's too early for him to wake up everyday

It's the same old complaint, but Alver never gets sick of it

He just finds it funny Cale complaining about waking up early when going to school with Alver when he could've just gone much later without Alver

They inseparable my lord

Ahh they also have a different group of friends

During lunch Cale goes to his group and Alver goes to his club members

Even if they're inseparable, they can get sick of each others' guts lmao

And Cale would yap to his group about how annoying Alver is

But the level of yapping is just 15% power

Because 1) Cale loves and appreciates Alver. He doesn't want to talk badly of him too much, just a little complaint yk

And 2, Cale's friends don't know how to push Cale's button like how Alver knew

They laugh endearingly at him and move on

God I'm insane for alcale

No one but Alver knew Cale better head in hands

I love alcale

[gh0stbeeee]

Rise of the Guardians/The Guardians of Childhood is low-key my Roman Empire.

Like, specifically in the movie verse, there's just... so much that was never elaborated on. It's one of the unfortunate side effects of being kid's media, things get dumbed down for no reason.

Like, Jack Frost in general as a character. He died. DIED. He DROWNED in a pond saving his sister and??? Nothing. The entire moment when he remembered became "Oh I'm the fun guy that had a family and saved my sister!" AND DIED. Very important part that is completely glossed over other than the idea of sacrifice. Like, the other guardians were "chosen," did they not die too? Did Jack lose his memories because he died, but the others were chosen while alive, chose to leave their lives and remembered?

And just, what were his early years? For a very long time, at least a decade, he probably thought he was totally invisible, that he could never have a true conversation with another person, because I doubt that he stumbled upon another spirit/legend for a while.

Like, that would have driven him INSANE. There's no way he wouldn't be super socially awkward from the isolation, much less just totally mentally well. Are spirit's brains built different? They'd have to be, but I don't think they should be able to withstand that level. Like what was the mim thinking??? Seriously just abandoned a TEENAGER he resurrected with no memory or possibility of support, that's wrong.

And on that note, let me reiterate that Jack died. In front of his little sister. Who had to go back home and tell her family what happened. Did he have a father too? More siblings? Friends and family? They had a funeral no doubt, mourned him. Because he died.

The worst part? He was right there. The whole time. Jack came back to that pond and settlement for hundreds of years, even when it became Burgress. He probably watched his funeral not knowing what was going on, saw his family mourn him without knowing it was for him. He was there when they died, not knowing who they were to him. Did he realize later on? I can only imagine the devastation.

The worst part is Manny probably had to take his memories, because Jack would have been DEPRESSED. He would've tried everything to make them believe, and they probably never would. His parents would probably never see him again, they were adults. His sister was plausible, but she's still mortal. She would have died, Jack would have seen his little sister grow old and die while he stayed eternally young. He might've not ever recovered from that, mim taking his memories distanced him from the pain for when he remembered 300 years later.

But he also could have moved on, grown and loved her descendants and honored her. The mim took that choice away, and that's pretty fucked up.

Then yeah, 300 years of pretty much no acknowledgement. Going into live blind with no guidance or memories, trying to figure yourself out but being ignored by the once who brought you here. Jack would realistically be a little nutty, because wow. It's shown the even other spirits didn't really talk to him, he made them acknowledge him by playing pranks and pissing them off till they confronted him. Maybe it's in spirit's nature to be recluses, but it's not in Jack's. He wanted attention and to be seen, but no one wanted to or could give it to him.

That's why Jamie seeing him for the first time always makes me tear up. This is the first time for HUNDREDS of years that a human has acknowledged him, not an out of touch spirit, but a regular person Jack can connect with, that chose to see him, to believe. That's beautiful, and special.

There's just so many layers to this story that we never got to see, and I'm forever sad DreamWorks abandoned the franchise.

(If anyone has any good fics that explore topics like this, especially Jack's family, please share)

[gallusrostromegalus]

oh my god I am frothing at the mouth PLEASE tell us about how Unohana is SO WEIRD ACTUALLY

(her reveal is my favorite thing in the whole series and I was obsessed with Bleach for a good long time)

I love Unohana. She's magnificently insane and deliciously fun to write so far.

My take on AEIWAM Unohana is that fundamentally, she just wants to be happy.

Oh, that doesn't sound too nuts. I hear you say.

Yeah, but I also headcanon that she has ADHD. We joke a lot about it on this site, but if you have the good fortune to have functioning dopamine factories, allow me to explain the worst part of it, for me.

There's no passive happiness.

Most people, as I understand it, if left to their own devices without undue stressors like capitalism or any particular stimulation, tend to be able to feel pretty okay most of the time. Which fascinates me because if I am left alone without undue stressors but no stimulation, my malfunctioning dopamine factories will shut down and I will rapidly develop a terrible black depression and paranoia that life is cruel and I will never experience happiness again and also my appetite vanishes and sleep cycle collapses and I will end up mentally and physically distraught, sometimes in less than an hour.

So I've always got to be doing something, or The Horrors get me.

So imagine Unohana, and with a brain that wants to die if she gets bored... living in fantasy magical ancient japan. Not much to do, out in the early days of the soul society, besides being attatcked by monsters, or participating in warfare, or starving to death. the first two, at least, get the blood pumping, but the first is difficult to come by regularly, so as a young woman, the most interesting thing that happens to her on the regular is Mortal Combat.

And how exciting it is! Adrenaline! Dopamine! And on the rare occasions she meets a fellow combat enthusiast, she also gets one of the best things about ADHD- Recognition Responsive Euphoria. You know that great feeling you get at Con or meeting another person with your special interest and you guys just VIBE and it feels like you've been best friends for life in less than five minutes? Yeah, apparently Non-ADHD people don't get that.

So naturally, she develops her skill in combat, not in pursuit of Honor or The Art or something nebulous like, that, but in the simple Pursuit of Happiness. She gets very good at it, and a lot of people die.

But she starts getting... too good at it. The fights don't last, there's nobody willing- let alone able, to meet her on her level and the previous joy she felt fades and fades until she is once again left in the darkness.

Then, a Miracle happens! Some punk stabs her in the lung :)

Man, what an evening for her. Kills a hundred men with barely a stroke and there's no more joy in the world for her when suddenly some barely-legal scarecrow looking bastard with a raggedy sword he pulled out of someone else's corpse appears at the top of the pile of bodies and then goes Ape. Fucking. Shit. on her.

It's the most fun she's had in ages! He's strong and fast and his moves are inefficient but delightfully unpredictable and by the GODS the STAMINA! Alright, she might be 1,000 years his senior but in the soul society age really is just a number and she can't help but be charmed.

So she flirts back by nearly cutting his face off. This DELIGHTS him!

And there it is again, that sudden feeling of intimacy between like-minded individuals, only these two ships aren't passing in the night, there' here to make Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo. They make eye contact, and know-they're just like me.

True Love is a wonderful thing.

It's also a great opportunity for a surprise thrust and she only sort of manages to block it, and despite the feeling of blood pooling in her lung, she returns the blow full across his chest.

She staggers back, coughing.

He, miraculously, sits up, coughing. He won't die if he can crawl off somewhere to lick his wounds, but he can't continue the fight either.

She stands up, teeth gritted through the pain, and sheathes Minazuki. "What's your name?" She asks. "So I may find you to fight again."

"Don't have one." he wheezes. "But I'll never forget yours."

She's had men spit that as a threat to her before. It sounds very different as a declaration of love.

"Yachiru." she says, trying to not cough up blood. "Unohana Yachiru."

*

A Year later, there's a problem.

Soul Society has a bit of a problem with lungs. They can make entire fake bodies for shinigami to travel the living world, but individual organs, especially lungs... never seem to transplant well. Perhaps it's the fact they're already dead.

Her left lung is "healed" in the sense that it no longer has extraneous holes in it, but... Godsdammit, she still has all the power but none of the stamina. Barely 10 minutes into a fight and she's wheezing worse than The Old Man. 20 minutes and her hands are starting to shake and she's seeing spots in her eyes because she can't breathe well enough to keep the oxygen in her veins. Her fights usually last seconds so functionally she's still one of the most powerful people in the afterlife but it's a far cry from where she was before.

She can no longer be the 11th division's Kenpachi. Hell, she can no longer be the woman she was before.

"Unless you figure out some new medical miracles, this is as healed as it's going to get." Explains the chief medical officer after yet another frustrating checkup.

"...If that's what it takes." She decides.

The next morning she re-enrolls in the Shinigami Academy, under the name Unohana Retsu. The sole change she makes to her appearence is to braid her hair down the front of her chest because people WILL ask about the scar, and she doesn't want to think about how badly she's letting down that warrior with no name.

Either she needs to learn how to get back to his level, or find a new rival and learn to heal them to actually last the 20 minutes she has, or she'll die.

She studies.

To her vast surprise, bodies are actually fascinating. She'd previously seen that there were lots of interesting organs inside people but now learning what they are and how they work and the fact that the human body is already astonishingly death-resistant compared to most animals AND a carefully balanced meat sculpture minutes away from catastrophic failure at all times delights. She learns about the extreme ways humans can survive and the bizarrely mundane ways they can die, and she starts to form an idea- not an image, not a philosophy per se- but a working theory of how to keep someone alive and moving for as long and far as they will go, and what they need to stay upright.

This idea shines so brightly that it can keep that terrible darkness away.

The century practically flies by, and one night she stays up manually pumping the mechanism on a device used to keep the also-failing lungs of a young boy going after the power goes out. He's been blessed by A God that he's lived as long as he has, but even Gods can fuck up sometimes and she effectively has to breathe for him for twelve hours until the God gets its shit back together and he can breathe under his own power again.

"Hell of a fight you put in, keeping him alive." says one of her colleagues, collapsing beside her out in the 4th division medical garden where all the doctors go to smoke.

Retsu slowly exhales the smoke, fatigued but still coming down from the high of success. She cocks her head. Her body aches and her mind races and her heart thrills, just like- "I guess it was. " she realizes. "Interesting fight, going 12 hours in the ring with a dying child and winning because he walked away at the end." She laughs, and hands him the cigarette to share.

"You weirdo." he colleague laughs. He's far too young to remember when she was Yachiru. Most of them are these days, and it's a weird sort of peaceful anonymity and personal joke. "You weren't fighting the kid. If we were actually allowed to fight patients, I'd've stabbed the Kuchki hypochondriac decades ago." he grumbles, taking his own drag.

She snorts. "Who was I fighting then?"

"Death?" smoke billows out as he laughs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

She freezes. Oh. Oh. That's why she likes this so much. She's gone from fighting mere men to the one opponent she knows she can win battles with, but never the war, and who will defeat her personally someday.

"Are. Are you crying?" he asks, a little worried.

"I- yes." She laughs, tears streaming down her face. "I just fell in love all over again."

"Ouch." he nods sympathetically, offering her the cigarette back. "Who with?"

"Death's own Angel, apparently." She giggles, feeling positively prepubescent with this crush.

And thus she goes on, for centuries, learning everything there is to know about bodies and minds and how the two keep each other going and the ways she can help. She gets very good at it, and a many more people do not die.

But there is a special, secret place in her heart for that nameless warrior that defeated her in battle, and made her stronger than every before.

*

Nearly 1,000 years after she stopped being Kenpachi, she is supervising the annual "see if you can kill the captain" tournament. Her colleague Kaname is there, a walking anxiety disorder with undoubtedly real but strangely hard to diagnose phantom pains, but he's still easily in her top 10 coworkers of all time because he made her a new medical record filing system so functional they were actually able to recataloge three millennia of medical records into a usable format in under a decade. He can come twitching into her office any time he likes, especially if it gets her that mass vaccination process for the Rukongai he's been biting The Old Man's heels for.

Then

as suddenly as he had appeared the first time,

He's back.

He's older now and larger, having matured into a spectacular bastard, but there's no mistaking that cutting edge on his reiatsu (which, oh, that has gotten much, much stronger since last time) or that scar running down his face as he turns from where he had just cleft the previous Kenpachi in twain, and stares out into the crowd in the shower of blood, challenging anyone to do something about it. Hell, even when Yamamoto appears to congratulate him on his promotion, Death's own angel's first reaction is to turn to fight the old man without hesitation.

He then promptly picks three different fights with four captains in under five minutes, tells Yamamoto to shove the job up his ass, imply he's had a WILD collection of vocations in the last millennium and furthermore, he has to get home to his daughter.

...Named Yachiru.

Hilariously, Unohana is only having the second weirdest time about this here, because Kaname and Kenpachi are, somehow, even weirder than she is.

[ohtobeleah]

Please do more for the Rooster concept where the reader has a daughter! Step!dad Rooster x reader is such a great one.

Alright here we go. Another series. But honestly down bad for this one. Only fluff ahead. Based off this concept

***~***~***~

“There’s no way a bird did this—“ You huffed as you practically hung half your body over into Jake Seresins Super Hornet right engine bay. This was the last thing you wanted to be looking at at three thirty in the afternoon. “You idiot—!” Shaking your head in disbelief as you pulled feathers from the rotors. Watching as they fell from your grapes, floating down to where Jake stood below you.

“Well it’s not like I could really control it now could I?” Jake groaned in response to your dismay as he stood holding the bottom of the ladder for you. He’d been able to manage a controlled landing with one engine. Most pilots couldn’t even imagine having to do that on their best day, but Hangman? He remained as calm and as level headed as he could. “Reckon you can fix her up?”

“I mean I’ll give it my best shot, but I’m no miracle worker.” Climbing down the ladder a little before you jumped to the ground with a soft thud. Dusting the oil and gunk your gloves had collected on to your technician suit before pulling them off and pocketing them. “I’d say about two, three days tops she’ll be out of action though—I dunno if I’ll need to order parts—“

“What can you do overnight?” Your eyes grew a little wider as you crossed your arms over your chest. Wondering just where the hell on god's green earth Jake Hangman Seresin had found the audacity to come into your workshop and demand you pull overtime just for him. “Please? come on it’s my baby—“

“Jake I gotta pick my daughter up this afternoon—“ You groaned in defiance. “How’s it fair you get to knock off early after wrecking a multi million-dollar fighter jet and I’ve gotta stay back and fix your mess?” You had known Jake pretty much your entire life. He was like a brother, well– he was more than a brother considering your actual brothers hadn’t spoken to you since you were sixteen.

“All I asked Fe, is what you could do for me overnight.” Hangman smirked as he packed away the workshop ladder for you. “What can you do for me this afternoon at least?” It was almost comical just how much he really needed you from time to time. If you couldn't fix his F-18, he’d be grounded till someone else could figure it out.

“I can pick the feathers from the engine bay and clean out your intake but even that’s gonna take me like two, two and a half hours considering you missed your last service.” You said it with the deadest of deadpans you could give the blonde who had taxied into your workshop just as you were getting ready to shut up shop for the day. The old hangar had been turned into a workshop for the F-18’s on site in Miramar. “I might even be able to fix the combustion chamber—but I’ll need you to pick up Odette from after school care.”

“Yeah, I can't do that either–” Jake knew what would happen next, it had happened too many times for him to not be able to expect it. An open hand came his way, but he grabbed your wrist with just enough time to spare before it connected with his chest. “I have a date! I can't!”

“Then I can’t fix your dumb plane!” You counted as you ripped your wrist from Jake's grasp. “I have to pick my daughter up, Hangman– I can't just leave her there!”

“Bradshaw can pick her up!” It was a suggestion you couldn't even believe Jake was submitting into the conversation. “He’d be so down for that.”

“I am not asking Rooster to pick my daughter up from daycare.” You were quick to dismiss the idea from whatever reality Jake was trying to conjure up. He knew you and Bradley had a thing. Everyone did. But he also knew you were too stubborn for your own good. “Don't do this to me, Jake it's not fair, you know better than anyone Dot gets attached to people and if I–”

“If you let Bradshaw pick her up just this once.'' Jake reached out to hold your shoulders tenderly, shaking you gently as he smirked in front of your face. He knew exactly what he was doing. “The world will not stop spinning Fe.” Jake stood there for a moment with his hands still on your shoulders before he let go. Sauntering over to your workshop desk in search of your phone. He’d known for a while now just how down bad Rooster really was for you and if anyone was good enough for you it was Bradley ‘family means everything to me’ Bradshaw. “Call him, just see what he says.”

“What if he's got plans?” Jake caught the sudden nervousness coming through in your questioning before you had even noticed your exterior had changed. Dropping the independent single parent act you tried your best to display more often than not. But even you had to admit from time to time it took a village to raise a child, and you were certainly no tribe of your own. “What if he just doesn't want to?” Jake just raised a brow in response. See, it wasn’t that you didn't want to ask, it was that you were afraid of the answer.

With Jake it was a given–he had been there since the day Dot was born. He was her uncle, her godfather, her babysitter and best friend. Rooster? Well, he didn't sign up to be a father to another man's child just because he thought you were cute. You didn't want to push that narrative on him either.

“If Bradshaw generally can't, I will call and cancel my date.” Jake held your phone out to you, watching as you took it with hesitation and reluctancy. “But you have to call and ask him first.” If looks could kill Jake Seresin would be a dead man. He’d backed you into a corner you couldn't get out of. But for all it was worth, he watched as you unlocked your phone, stepping away as you held the phone up to your ear, biting your bottom lip as not one, not two, but three rings rang out against your eardrum before.

“Hey Fe, what's going on?” Oh if you could physically melt into a puddle at the sound of someone's voice, Badley would have that effect on you. Jake swore he saw your eyes light up as you turned to face him again. Only now instead of your lip you were chewing on the cuticles of your nails. Pacing back and forth like a madwoman.

“Hey Roos I uh, I need a favour–but please feel free to say no, I can always have Hangman–” Before you could finish your sentence Rooster was smirking as he packed his things away into his locker. Holding his phone between his shoulder and ear.

“Whatever you need.” Rooster let his gaze linger on the photo of you he had in his locker. Just a candid picture he'd taken of you working on something in your workshop. Mirimars resistance technician. “I'm just about to have a shower, but after that I'm free.” You usually would have made a comment about if there was any room in that shower for you, but with Jake still standing right in front of you waiting for you to ask the all important question, you didn't feel like now would be an appropriate time for you to stroke Bradleys ego. “Y/n you there?” Fuck. He said your name, your actual name. You only ever really heard mum or Fe these days. But Bradley, saying your name? Always got you far too good.

“Uh, yeah no no I'm here–I uh, I was just wondering if you'd be able to pick Dot up from daycare this afternoon?” The silence they came through from the other end of the line was deafening and for a moment you thought you'd crossed a line. “Rooster you can say no–”

“No, no ill uh, I’ll grab her.” Why would he ever say no? “I just wasn't expecting that to be the favour.”

“Yeah well, Hangman just taxied into my workshop after a bird strike, gonna try to get him up in the air again so he’ll stop pestering me.” You explained as you sent Jake a look—he had been lucky on two fronts this afternoon. You heard Roosters locker shut before he replied.

“He alright?” You caught the slight tone of concern flooding through the phone.

“Despite his best efforts, I think he’ll live.” You mumbled under your breath as Jake stood gloating. He knew Bradshaw would be down for a date with Dot. “Are you sure you’re okay to pick Odette up?”

“Consider it sorted.” Rooster still held his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he unbuttoned his flight suit. The warm water from the head of the shower could be heard through the phone as you imagined him standing before you. Exposed. “Besides, it gives me an in with the hot mum I’ve been trying to seduce for the past few months.” Rooster teased.

“Oh I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” You and Bradley Bradshaw had been in this situationship for a few months now. He’d flirt with you, you’d flirt back—but everytime you thought things were getting a little too much, you’d pump the breaks. Rooster knew why, he didn’t mind waiting. In fact he quite enjoyed the game of cat and mouse, convinced wholeheartedly that with enough persistence and sheer determination he’d win you and subsequently your daughter over too. “I’ll come by yours the second I’m finished here?”

“Yeah cool, I’ll uh, I’ll see you then.”

“Thanks Bradley.” You cooed, a bashful smile gleaming across your face as you turned on your heels. “I really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem, honestly—anytime.” Rooster smiled to himself before he said his goodbyes. Sighing as he let his shoulders relax under the warm water with every intention of making sure his first little not so ‘daddy daughter date’ with your daughter would go as seamlessly as ever. Hanging up the phone Jake was quick to say he told you so.

“Told you he’d froth that shit up.”

“You are unbelievable, you know that?” You huffed as you dialled your daughter's day care. “I hope your date stands you up.”

“Oh I don’t have a date—“ You were about to lunge at his throat, claw deep enough so that his life would flash before his eyes. But as always, some divine intervention saved Jake Seresins life.

“Hello Sunny Side—“ The woman answered the phone.

“Hi, my names Y/n Y/l/n and I’d like to make an amendment to my daughter’s registered list of persons for pick up please?” You waited a few moments as the line went silent, only the sound of a computer keyboard being tapped away at filled the void.

“Who would you like to nominate?”

“Uh, his name is Bradley, Bradley Bradshaw.”

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[hunieday]

Momo - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo, I’m coming over with Okarin right now.

Yuki: I think we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Yuki: Momo?

Yuki:

Yuki:

Momo: 

Momo: Roger that~~!!

Momo: Sorry for replying late 😭 I was taking a nap!

Yuki: I got scared.

Yuki: You always contact me first, so

Yuki: Were you up late last night?

Momo: Yeah 🥺

I had the morning off today, so I went for drinks with Mitsuki and got carried away 😆🍻

Momo: Sorry for worrying you ( ;∀;)

Yuki: If it's Mitsuki-kun, it's fine.

Yuki: As long as it’s not a suspicious person who came from who-knows-where to lure you away from me

Momo: Eek! Yuki...! Your handsome levels are so high that I’m fully alert and awake now 🤩💫

Yuki: Sometimes I could be the one who wakes you up. Not bad.

Momo: Then can Momo-chan pretend to be asleep tomorrow morning so you’d wake me up with your super handsome move? 🫶✨

Yuki: Hmm?

Yuki: Your text is too small for some reason. I can’t read it.

Momo: You’re hitting it aren’t you lololololol

Momo: How about we wake up early together once in a while ~(*´艸｀)

Yuki: 

Momo: Ah! ! You're distracting me with a sticker!

Momo: I’ll have pull all the tricks i have under my sleeves to wake you up 😤

Yuki: I was really surprised when I got shoved into the car in my futon.

Momo: That’s the day I couldn’t come and wake you up right? because I had to go to another job. Okarin took drastic measures lolololol

Yuki: Isn’t Okarin too strong?

Momo: I heard that Maneko-chan was teaching him some good muscle training methods 😤

Yuki: You’re telling me that the cute Okarin is buff under those clothes? i hate it

Momo: It's funny when you imagine it so stop it lolol

Momo: Oh right!!! That day Okarin and I bombarded you with a demonic amount of rabbichats, but you didn’t wake up at all. And even after Okarin came and woke you up, you ignored my messages completely!

Momo: Just as you were worried about me because I responded late just now, at that time I was worried too !!!!

Yuki: Is that so?

Momo: Yes!! Go reread the rabbichat!!

Yuki: I don't remember when it happened so I can't find it

Momo: Try searching for "bird-brain" 💥

Yuki: Bird-brain

Yuki: It's true, you got angry

Yuki: I probably answered you out loud

Momo: But I couldn’t hear you obviously ?! ヾ(oﾟДﾟo)ﾉ

Momo: I got angry because Okarin sent me a report about your maintenance being over, but you yourself didn't inform me about it!

Yuki: What even is the end of maintenance?

Momo: A report from Okarin saying that Yuki has started service again (see: he’s awake) 😤

Momo: I can stay calm until the regular maintenance is over, but an unexpected emergency maintenance is troublesome cuz I don’t anticipate it 😤😤

Yuki: Somehow that sounds tough

Momo: A formidable enemy even😤‼️

Momo: By the way, hear me out…

Momo: Even my bedhead is too much of a formidable enemy today!!

Yuki: That’s hilarious

Momo: It looks like a japanese top knot 😆

Yuki: We’ll be there in about five minutes.

Momo: yikes~ lololol this is the kind of hair that would break even a makeup artist's spirit lolol

Yuki: Well then, today I'll wear my hair in a japanese top knot so we’d be matching.

Momo: Huhhh !? We’re not filming a variety show today, we have the Idol Star pamphlet shoot?!

Yuki: If we match, you wouldn’t feel lonely, right?

Momo: 

Momo: Yuki, so handsome,,,😭 Coming up with the concept of a japanese top knot prince out of nowhere😭

Yuki: I just proposed the idea to Okarin and he immediately rejected it.

Yuki: Are you changing Idol Star’s concept into one of a lord?, he said.

Yuki: Aren't lords and princes the same thing?

Momo: You’re right lololol

Momo: But I think Yuki can become a handsome prince even with a japanese top knot! ! (*'ω'*)

Yuki: Really? You were angry at me earlier, did you calm down?

Momo: What?! You were actually worried about that?! I’m not mad at all !!!!!

Momo: Even if you’re a sleepyhead, even if you reply out loud to a rabbit chat, Yuki really is a super handsome super darling prince ‼️😭🫶

Yuki: The super handsome super darling prince will soon arrive at your house, Okarin is parking the car.

Momo: Yay‼️

Momo: I'll roll out the red carpet and wait (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo: 

[hayffiebird]

How do you think Effie and haymitch met?

Hi anon! And thanks for asking! (mini-oneshot, under the cut) I always imagined Effie being Haymitch’s second escort when she was a young woman and he was a sorta young man. On the train to Twelve, new on the job, she’s very “first day of school! First day of school!” and eager to make a difference sort of like Sejanus Plinth. She’s ambitious and driven and also naive enough to think “with me on board we will have victors left and right!” Before the Reaping she decides on her own to visit the Victor’s Village and introduce herself personally to her now co-worker. She’s quite star-struck I think, on the way over there - what with the romanticized image the Capitol has of him. Obviously she doesn’t know the truth about Haymitch’s murdered family. No one really does in her city. She’s also super impressed that he won The Second Quarter Quell - one of the most difficult Games in Panem's history, and without a mentor at that! She’s probably a little smitten too (or at least she was as a young girl). Taken by those dark curls and intense gray eyes in a sort of “toughened by life but love will set him free” kind of way. But when she actually finally meet Mr. Haymitch Abernathy he effectively smashes all the illusions Effie ever had of him in less than five minutes. She goes from dazzled to disbelieving to annoyed and they end up having the first of many arguments. I imagine it went something like this:

Standing there in the middle of the kitchen Effie felt the mentor’s eyes travel up and down her body. He held a bottle of spirits in one hand, elbows on the unbelievably filthy table. And in the other, a knife - an actual KNIFE! “Who sent you?” he finally asked. “It ain’t m’birthday.” The shadow of a crease re-appeared between Effie’s eyebrows but then the smile was right back on. “Mr. Abernathy!” She stepped forward and extended a hand. “Euphemia. Euphemia Trinket, the new escort. My friends call me Effie. You can call me Effie if you want. Delighted to make your acquaintance and might I just add what an honor it is to finally meet. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m sure we’re going to make the most fabulous of teams!” Haymitch ignored the outstretched hand. Instead he brought the bottle to his lips, having a few good mouthfuls. “What happened to Dandruff?" he asked in a bored voice. "Ol’ bat finally bit the dust?" “Mrs Dandridge decided to retire. I’m here in her place. Arrived just a few days ago, and my, am I already in LOVE with your … your … quaint district.” “I know right,” he mimicked her voice, dripping with sarcasm. He poured a good amount of the clear liquid into a cracked glass full of sticky fingerprints and extended it to her. “Well, this calls for a toast, don't ya think? Bottom’s up, lil’ lady." “Um, tempting but no thank you,” she said. “I don’t make it a habit of drinking when I'm at work. Especially not this early. Got to keep a level head," she thrilled. "A big big big day today!” Haymitch tsked, eyes on the ceiling. "I'd say." And he downed the drink for her. “Guess this is my lucky day, huh? They finally got rid of ol’ Ice Crotch and now a squeaky lil’ duckling fresh out of the egg’s gonna help me out.” “W-wha … excuse me? Duckling? Squeaky?! I think you’ll find me more than qualified for the job. I graduated from the Academy at the top of my class!” “Yeah, takes a lot o’ brains to send kids off for slaughter.” Effie stared at him. “B-being chosen to participate in The Hunger Games - the biggest event of the year, is a great honor and …” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he snarled. “Save it for the cameras, why don’t ya?” At a loss for words Effie watched the man finish his bottle, down to the last drop, only to reach for the next. “The Reaping is in an hour,” she said. “So?" “So maybe you ought to slow down? And I trust it you’ll freshen up before then? Take a shower and find an outfit that’s a little more, um, suitable for the … special occasion.” “Meh,” Haymitch shrugged. “Haven’t decided if I’m gonna go.” “You have to go!” The words burst from her lips before she could stop them. “You’re expected! I’ll look like a fool!” In reply, Haymitch snapped the seal on the bottle. With one expert twist. “Don’t need me for something you already accomplished, sweetheart.” He tipped the liquor into his mouth. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* coffee

— summary : in which you meet a pretty customer while working as a barista in your local coffee shop.

— pairings : nancy wheeler x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : tooth rotting fluff, coffee shop au, modern au(?), sorta set around s3 but canons off the table again, the typical love at first sight stuff, foul language, robin is readers coworker, messy plot & writing.

a/n : this is so cute so thank u for the idea jas ^^ hope u like this little blurb <3 also i don't know shit about coffee oops.

summer of 85' was suppose to be like some kind of rom-com you've imagined.

but here you are at 8 am, working at the local coffee shop to get some extra change, and the sounds of the old coffee machine breaking up was already annoying you.

your coworker aka the only other person here, robin who you've been getting really close with now, was ranting about the pretty person she met a few days ago.

"i'm telling you, y/n, they're really pretty, their hair is like molly ringwald, and they have amazing taste in movies." she continues. "i can look like molly ringwald." you joked, "but you've only met them once robin, they could be an axe murderer or something." you shrug.

"yeah but we had like a chat and stuff, they seem nice." your coworker stated, "that. only happens in movies, beware." you joke, getting interrupted by the welcome bell.

you roll your eyes at robin mocking you before approching the girl infront of you. "hi! welcome to bear brews, what can i get for you?"

"hi, can i get uh-" she paused, looking at the menu screen above you. "actually, what do you recommend here?"

the stranger looked incredibly gorgeous, you were love struck to say the least. her makeup was flawless and her hair was neatly clipped into a small ponytail.

you realize you were probably staring, "oh sorry, uh well are you looking for americanos or lattes or?" you asked. "oh uh, anything with caffeine little or big, up to you." she replied.

"okay, uh does a caramel macchiato with oat milk sound good? it's one of my favorites. i can upper the caffeine level to your liking if you want." you smiled. "yeah, that sounds good!" she smiled back. "the names nance by the way- nancy." she continued.

"pretty," you blurt out — "the name, your name is pretty, sorry uh." your face turns pink as you fumble your words. "sorry, i'll ring you up. your totals $3.75" you smile, "it's alright, thank you so much." she smiles, handing you the money.

you give her, her change before walking towards robin again as nancy sits in one of the seats.

the shop was empty, it was early and most people already made their coffee from home. it's quiet, most of the noise coming from the probably broken coffee machine, robin ranting, or the faint background music you probably forgot to turn on.

"that only happens in movies." robin laughs, "i just saw you go head over heels over a person you just met by the way!" she continues.

"i wasn't-" you paused, "i didn't know a literal princess would be entering a hawkins coffee shop!" you say, a bit too loud maybe.

"go talk to her." robin points.

you thought about it as you made her the drink, ringing it up as soon as your done.

you build up the courage to talk to her when she got up to get the drink, and the talk slowly became a conversation.

you've gotten to know the girl, turns out she works at the hawkins post a few walks away from where you work. her job doesn't start for another hour, and she's already got everything prepared for her 'coworkers' she explained as well, while drinking the coffee you suggested.

time passes and she has to go back.

"it's really nice talking to you, nancy." you smile. "yeah, it was nice talking to you too, i will 100% come back here." she smiled waving before sending you a wink.

you smile before turning to robin who has been behind the counter the whole time. "only in the movies?" she asked as you chuckle, "i change my mind."

[tbgkaru-woh]

my sister and i finished word of honor and i dont know if i can ever forgive you for this. i still really love the series but gu xiang was my favorite character since the very beginning so you can imagine my pain at her end. literally still crying and i dont think i'll stop crying about this for a very long time. ye baiyi is fucking hilarious tho and im just going to imagine him going back in time and adopting literally everyone before anything bad can happen. they can all get raised by the grumpy old immortal sword on his mountain eating his stupid snow and excuse me, imma go back to crying. my girl deserved better ;A;

yeah WoH had a rougher ending than CQL that's for sure :') but then again, from the very get go we were following two "bad" villain characters, even if there were redemptions or growth or comfort within each other, it was naive to think things would just be good. :') ye baiyi is really fun in the show but he's slightly different in the novel (more melancholic, more "out of place" looking) AND there's a whole background to him that people don't get to see because of the surface level snark we see few times on screen and it's killing me :') he's seen as this all-wise all-powerful being, but really he's just a hothead who got frozen in time too early in his years (early 20s i believe), got his heart broken, watched people die and stayed away from the world for YEARS before coming down. he's not any wiser than the people who actually lived and he's confronted with his "ungrown" morals during the wkx fight where zzs starts spitting facts :') AND THE WORST IS despite insulting the other two all the time, you can tell it's the most fun he's had in years after all the solitude, and the whole time he's doing something for someone else (especially his deceased love and son-figure that changed the jianghu forever), no one is asking about his life, no one really cares, he's just a tool and in the novel it's said that he walked and walked until his feet gave up and he finally died (alone), like... :') can i get a fucking lawyer lemme know if I can direct you to any of my works, but I think I sadly have yby stuff mostly, some lesbians, and only few wenzhou ones and close to non gu xiang ones ; ;

[spilledmilkfkdies]

Hi :D

i suddenly hyperfixated heavily on wizards of the black circle, and there's absolutely no content(like there's maybe like a few fics and their tumblr tag is just full of posts by the same three people)

what would the wizards do or how would they like rest, cause we see that they clearly get exhausted and worn down a little by the fighting and using their magic

like would duman need to rest longer cause we see him using his powers like constantly(i personally think he takes a lot of naps, actually most of them would consider how old they could just taking group grandpa naps lol)

Am I not one of those three people anymore- Gotta step up my game fr dang

I think generally resting is a pretty straightforward thing. We even see Gantlos taking a nap, which I personally find absolutely delightful. It's very important to me. Get those hours in grandpa!! They're clearly not above sleeping and GOOD, they shouldn't be.

But depending on the point in time, the way they went about things probably did change over time? To me there's like 3 major points for them: Their start -> prime -> downfall.

Like in the early days it was probably a rare sight for them to all sleep at the same time, same goes during their downfall. Plus depending on their personal experience and skill levels they may all have needed a different amount of rest after using their magic excessively or even recklessly, so yeah. As a whole they kinda had this BOOM ATTACK lay low and don't use your magic, then ATTACK AGAIN and hide- Repeat cycle, something like that going on.

Then their prime rolled around and they just. Didn't really need to lay low between attacks anymore. They still slept! Sort of! But when they started feeling low on magical energy they could tap into the Black Circle (the object), which now stored a bunch of absorbed magic, take a quick sniff and be replenished. At most it'd take a meditation maybe, but it wasn't something they needed to take a big break for anymore. Imagine being a Terrestrial fairy. You've gotten used to the wizards disappearing after bigger attacks and suddenly those breaks get shorter and shorter until eventually there no longer are breaks. Me personally, I would give up.

Eventually their downfall rolls around, which brought back both the sleeping in shifts, as mentioned, as well as the ATTACK and lay low approach. But now it's embarrassing because they're cocky and supposed to be above that at their grown, experienced age. They're not stupid enough to inhale their whole magic supply in a panic, but that doesn't leave them with a lot of different options beside the reliable breaks.

HOWEVER!! Back in the day they somewhat had the advantage of going from minor inconvenience to genuine threat, right- Meanwhile during S4 they already ARE a threat, just disappearing like they used to doesn't quite work the same anymore. They don't have the energy to sustain their reputation, and the reputation is too much for their enemy to let their guard down while the wizards try to lay low. Just things to think about. I know I think.

Something else I think about!! Is Duman specifically!! And nobody was surprised sksjdhfj. I'd like to think his magic is on the majority of the time, that's just how he works. His transformations are quick and frequent, as we know, having it on just helps that work properly. Now I have considered!! Hibernation. At times. At least a form of it.

Back in the day there were genuine times he was out of the running for a while just not to strain his magic more than it could handle. Of course he wasn't as GREEDY with it as modern day Duman, so it didn't happen often, but it did happen. Very inconvenient!! Ogron despised his ass frfr. Jk but. It stopped being a necessary thing during their prime too, because of their shared supply- Probably should've returned during their downfall though. But it didn't. So.

I could really yap on about the hibernation thing tbh, I keep breakdancing on the fence whether I really wanna use it, but the concept has given me THOUGHTS and the wizard server refuses to humor me!!!!! No they do just the last time I brought it up with them I didn't have a lot to say yet jdkdj- Either way I could probably just. Use it sometimes, depending on what I'm doing. What else is new right.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

everyday I am haunted by the fact I binged 25 whole seasons of southpark

like sincerely I am sorry aswell.

below is a rant about liane cartman and a shitty analysis on her character, if you wanna hear it feel free too press the keep reading!

if not skip this post!

anyway, since I watched like 25 whole fucking seasons of the shit storm that is southpark.

there are some parts that people who haven’t watched the whole series completely miss, which by fuck is fun to talk about.

anyway you know cartman? Yeah the racist antisemite of Uber awfulness????

yeah anyway his mother liane cartman, IS EVEN FUCKING WORSE.

you have to bear with me here while I explain some things, cartman as a character did not start off as a crazed nazi racist no he did not at fucking all.

he sucked and was a bully but like he was not racist or anything character wise yet that was a later addition lol

(watching season 1-7 is a fucking trip because you literally see in real time how Matt and Trey were like “let’s make cartman the worst”)

but like, liane??? SHE IS LITERALLY A NAZI AND HORRIBLE BEYOND HORRIBLE.

like, she seems like this pushover in the show that cartman is manipulating or something like it’s the furthest fucking thing.

she is literally single-handedly the worst fucking character, because she gets away with it.

like cartman is literally the epitome of what indoctrination and pipelines looks like, and it’s really fucking something to see him become this heinous horrible person. When you watch the show it’s just what the fuck is happening.

because liane is the fucking puppet master, she has every single person on her side and she is HORRIBLE.

liane made cartmans costume, liane told and taught cartman to be a literal nazi, liane is a fucking homophobe, like its fucking her.

because you literally canonically see the shit she says to cartman, she looks so fucking innocent out of context but she is the puppet master of the whole stupid show.

like literally when in the post covid special cartman hits the fucking road and leaves liane and south park behind he fucking changes big time. Having unlearnt a lot of shit and settled down got married had kids became A FUCKING RABBI like it’s out of left fucking field.

and he wholeheartedly did change, and it’s such a comedic moment and honestly telling of fucking liane.

she is a manipulative, bigoted, horrible human being.

like it’s not even subtle it’s overt.

like, alot is off screen but like why is there no liane hate she is single handedly the antagonist of the show.

every time I see like people who don’t really know her character talk about her like she’s some damsel in distress I die inside because she is LITERALLY CANNONICALLY horrible.

she is a antisemitic, racist queerphobic piece of shit.

she LITERALLY OUTRIGHT SAYS THE SHIT.

and cartman being a fucking asshole kid, gobbles it up and spews her own words at his friends. He understands literally none of it, but he keeps saying what she told him.

like UGHHHHH

I’m not a cartman defender man I’m just pointing out that liane is like 2x worse than him.

again, cartman started out as a normal ass kid stupid a bully but mostly normal.

and like you literally see lianes fucking presence in how he functions and works and talks, like every single thing he says, is things liane says covertly.

like UHGHGGHHGGHHGHHH

like, to give cartman like one thing. He does not deserve a high, mother who literally lets him get fucking all types of abused and neglected.

everything else is on him, but like fucking liane sucks.

especially early liane she’s not even hiding it, she’s fucking jovial about her sons genocidal rampages.

she literally cannot imagine her son without her manipulation and babying, (as seen in “Tsst”) like she’s horrible.

she looks like the victim but by hell is she, she’s literally a nazi! She’s LITERALLY CANNONICALLY A NAZI!

like, butter’s parents are horrible.

but liane is just another level, like she is the worst of them all.

like, honestly cartman’s anger at her is fucking justified.

SHE LITERALLY LEAVES HIM TO DIE on MULTIPLE OCCASIONS, wether she was high, preoccupied with being a sex worker, or any of the other bullshit.

(Btw no shade to both sex workers or drug addicts, you are not liane cartman from SOUTHPARK this is not about you lol)

like she is AWFUL, and cartman is a reflection of her.

like I can’t believe people are liane defenders like fuck her canonically.

[starrypawz]

AO3 Finally I have written the all important Nemo helping Gerry dye his hair fic

“Are you sure they won’t mind?”

Nemo snorts as they continue to gently brush his hair as they use the closed toilet as a seat, “Trust me this bathroom has seen way worse-” Nemo gives a theatrical shudder, “Freshers will haunt me forever-” 

Gerry snorts, “I can imagine,” 

He sits on the floor of a bathroom that’s probably really too small to be shared between several university students. (Or to be more precise… four students and one… former student whose exact specifics of their existence on several levels including legal, physical and metaphysical is a bit… fuzzy to put in simply). Actually, the whole house really isn’t big enough to be shared between several university students. And although he doesn’t really have any experiences of the finer points of student housing he has a feeling that’s probably pretty common. 

But he’s not thinking about the finger points of student housing. He’s actually more than a little lost in how Nemo brushing his hair feels. They’re gentle with him (And he tries not to think too hard about the fact how rare someone being gentle with him is) and there’s something about the whole experience that’s making him feel a little… floaty. 

“Bobble,” 

It takes him a moment to register Nemo said something and then he reaches for one of the soft brightly coloured ones from their supply run to a nearby Superdrug and Nemo ties his hair. 

“That’s not a bad look on you…” “Really?”

“Yeah,” Nemo chuckles as they flick the small ponytail, “It’s really cute half up like this,”

He swallows and manages to shrug and play it off with a “Might have to do it more often-” 

(And he can blame the reddening of his cheeks on the warmth of the bathroom, right?) 

Nemo toys with his hair a bit more playfully and actually he’d be quite happy to stay like that forever as Nemo bats at his hair like a kitten. 

“It’s… at a weird length right now… Need to decide if I should cut it”

“I mean I think you should let it grow-”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’d be nice-”

“I’ll… I’ll think about it-” 

Nemo runs their fingers through his hair once more and oh that feels so good, 

“I think we’re ready,”

“Oh… oh good,” He snaps back into reality again and pulls a towel around his shoulders and it takes him a few moments to open up the pot of vaseline and work it around his hairline and ears  before he passes Nemo the bowl of mixed up red dye and the brush. 

Nemo starts to work the dye into his roots. 

“It… took me a while to find out I was meant to do that,” Gerry offers up, 

“Oh?” “Yeah…” Gerry snorts, “Early on I accidentally made my hair go green-” “Green?”

“Yeah,” He sighs, “First time went ok… then I think I wasn’t really paying attention to the dye I grabbed the next time and guess what happens if you put blue over yellow-” 

“Oh-” 

“Yeah,” Gerry sighs, “Felt a right idiot for that one… But I guess I was the sort of age where you’re legally required to be a right idiot-” 

“How old?” 

Gerry pauses as he tries to think back 

He was feeling brave, or stupid, probably both. Black ichor splotches on the porcelain (He hopes those will come off) his gloved hands shake and he grips the sink as he dares to look up into the mirror at the progress of his first real act of rebellion and he can’t help but grin from black splattered ear to black splattered ear. 

“Thirteen?” 

Nemo snorts, “Yeah that’s about right for being a right idiot-” 

“Yeah didn’t make that mistake again… still took a while to find the right colour though,” 

“I think I can see that”

“Is it that bad?”

“No…” Nemo pauses “I can just see from where its faded out a bit at the bottom… the colours are a bit different,”

“This is where I find out my hair is patchy-”

“It’s… not really, there’s just like a few bits,”

“Oh,” “I mean it’s not like it’s bright blonde or anything, it’s just sort of… reddish brown? It’s on the underside and I can only see it since I’m staring close-”

“Goth's honour?

“Goth's honour?’ 

“I mean it’s kind of hard to dye back there on your own,” 

He feels the slight pull as Nemo moves to work on the top of his hair. And he gives a little shiver as he feels Nemo fingers run through his hair as they work.

“You ok?” “Yeah,” Gerry clears his throat, “Just… feels nice-”

“Ah,” Nemo then seems very invested in taking their time in running their fingers through his hair (Hust to really make sure the dye is in there right?) and he wishes for a moment Nemo didn't have gloves and his scalp wasn't covered in dye so he could find out what their nails against his scalp would feel… like what if he had his head in their lap and… 

Would that be weird? They've shared a bed more than once by this point. And there's only so much room on the sofa in Nemo's room and…

Oh he can't blame the heat in his cheeks on the bathroom anymore. 

He's blushing, hard. 

I’m probably as red as the dye right now 

Gerry shrugs and then more awkwardly than he plans , “Kind of surprised I haven’t totally fried my hair-” 

“Hmm…” He feels Nemo gently pull on his hair and that doesn’t help, “It’s… not that fried really, just at the ends a little, I’ll just throw some of the conditioner I use in when we’re done,” 

“Oh?” “Yeah it’s curly hair stuff so it’s extra hydrating,” Nemo hands him the dye bowl and brush and he carefully puts it on the floor, hopefully just out of ‘accidentally kick it when I have to stand up’ range. 

“Right,” Gerry snorts, “Now here comes the stupid part,” As he picks up the roll of cling film… borrowed from the shared kitchen and he’s very glad for Nemo’s help as they wrap up his hair. 

“Very chic,” Nemo snorts “Front cover of Vogue right?” Gerry grins, “This summer’s trends take inspiration from the leftovers in your fridge-” 

They both descend into laughter at that, and he’s caught up for a moment in how good it feels to laugh and how good Nemo’s laugh is and how everything just feels… lighter when he’s around them and-

“So… want to go back to my room?” Nemo cuts into his thoughts. 

“If I stay on the floor any longer my arse is going to fall asleep,”

Nemo chuckles, “Right come on then Little Miss Scare-All,”

“Wait what?”

“You know… “ Nemo giggles, “We’re gonna dye your roots black, black, black, black number one?” 

Gerry groans and (carefully) shakes his head. 

“Anyway… Mighty Boosh is probably on-” 

“Cool-” 

[assortedvillainvault]

It's a bit of a random question, but I'm simply curious, how did you start falling in love with the Horned King/what's your origin story with him? Only if you want to share it of course^^ Feel free to also just generally gush or ramble about him!

(also btw I think it's awesome that we share him as an f/o now, I think subconsciously I already knew for a while that I'd fall for him eventually, it was just a matter of time he's just too gorgeous💕)

Ok this ask has given me the warm fuzzies for several weeks so thank you and I guess I should probably answer this now huh -

(also every time someone else pops up who f/o's him I'm Absolutely Delighted and am so glad I helped facilitate your decent into lich simpery)

I'll do IRL and self insert shenanigans, so IRL first:

- the first time I watched the black cauldron I'd be ...about 8 or 9?

- one thing you sincerely must understand about me is that I am, unapologetically, unequivocally, unexpectedly....a weenie.

- much as I adore the spooky and the strange, any film that veers into remotely scary territory, or horror in general, that shit scars me down to the cellular level.

- Power to everyone who can disengage/absorb that stuff healthily because I sure as fuck don't and doubt I ever will. Anyway.

- mum buys me the black cauldron and thinks nothing of it. It's Disney, right?

- anyway yeah uh suffice to say boy golly gee I'd never seen *that* many skeletons animated before. Think my little brother started crying at some point.

- but honestly, something about the films mad dichotomy of attempted cutesy fantasy with grim dark backdrop and off kilter humour enamoured me. And I found myself wanting *more* of the dark parts of the film.

- (still early the full cauldron born scenes were cut. So goddamn salty)

- the Horned King became a lynchpin of fascination, something about his eerie voice, his apathetic yet menacing mannerisms and his degraded appearance really drew me in. Esp his summoning and death scenes.

- I think I started drawing skeletons soon after and they're still the easiest thing for me to draw.

- over decade later when I was depressed as all fuck, I rewatched the film and found myself only really enjoying his scenes, in part because he was the only relatable villain to me at the time. (Eternally tired, quietly dramatic, quick to anger and dismissal. A smorgasbord of things to distract myself from feeling like I was actively decomposing too at the time. Brains are wild.)

- now I like to imagine quietly helping him get to a better place same as I've managed to do :) who needs therapy when you have imaginary lich time.

As for self insert funky times:

- rather than imagining myself in the dark ages, mostly because despite living in the UK my knowledge of that time period is just awful, I imagine a modern setting

- crucially tho the events of the film still happened exactly as shown.

- in this setting my s/I has moved to Wales and accidentally rediscovered the -broken- cauldron, and the remains of the castle. Time itself rusted the old thing and it cracked, letting HK's disheveled soul slip free.

- my S/I is an amateur ecologist, with interest in geology and paleontology and history. (So just me. Straight up me. I can't even pretend here) Once she figures out she's effectively haunted, HK's presence is akin to a field day.

- will she attempt to resurrect him properly? Eh who knows. Maybe. I'm a real fucking sucker for ghosts, esp partial possession or soul bonds.

- magic exists still in this setting, it's just mostly forgotten and thus dismissed. Of course my s/I has latent magic because of course, and I love the idea of HK teaching her as a pseudo bonding activity.

- love just watching HK be bamboozled and overwhelmed by the modern world too. Show this lich a toaster someone-

- very low stakes very chill, just two lonely fools trying to rebuild their 'lives' together. Probably the most weirdly cottage core of my selfships if I'm honest. With more dead things.

So yeah that's pretty much it! Thanks again for the lovely ask, and feel free to tag me in anything lich related 🥰

[weaksspot]

When's your favourite time Sam and Dean get together?

For me it's when they're really young cause it's extremely hot and everything but it's so uncanon (not that I care)

owww anon this is such a good one lol. i don't really have a single answer! i've read really good first time fics set all the way from pre-series up to post-finale.

personally though i tend to sway towards a kind of vibe where stuff was always Weird between them but they didn't kiss/fuck/get together until, hmm, anywhere you like in s1-3 really. around john's death is really good, grief pushing them over the edge type thing - the frantic time pressure of s3 is a great conduit as well. i also LOVEEE the idea of there being like, one pre-stanford kiss, maybe literally the night before sam leaves or something.

but i'm by no means rock solid on this and the idea of them just maintaining their insane levels of tension and devotion throughout the entire timeline of the show without actually acting on it is delicioussssssss. i'm pretty sure i've read fic where they don't do anything at all until they're actually in heaven and it's a case of like, well, literally nothing to lose now. or an oh god how were we both so blind/too scared/whatever type of moment. it is brutal to imagine all those years going by without either of them making a move though and i find it really really hard to imagine keeping up that kind of tension WITHOUT something breaking, lol (especially in like the souless sam and deanmon eras) but it can work so well.

so yeah!! can't say i have a clear favourite but my own hc tends to be "early seasons, but some inappropriate things were happening earlier that they just kind of didn't acknowledge" lol. thank youuuu anon :3

[nomairuins]

📓🌱🐰🌊 for scientist + ✨🌕 for cadaver? sorry if that’s too many lol

📓 - Do you associate any quotes or lyrics with this oc?

"When you meet anyone you can find / Sink your teeth, you're in love for one night / As you sleep in the day, you are mine / I just want your love, so don't waste my time" from Lust for a Vampyr <333 obvs cadaver isnt rly a vampire Technically but it like. kind of is. and i think even tho her feelings r so complicated abt it she like. has this weird sort of possessive jealousy when it seeks attention from other humans. if that makes any sense at all. i think theyre rly interesting bc they both like. seek validation that only the other grant but also they both like. deny eachother that in a way nobody else does. if that makes LITERALLY any sense at all......

🌱 - Share one of this oc’s early memories.

i am constantly changing what i imagine her childhood to be like but umm. i think most of her earliest memories would be related to her sister... She has a younger sister btw i mentioned that ages ago LOL but in case anyone was unawares. they arent at all close but i think as a kid when she got a baby sibling i think she was really hoping that that person would be like. the same as her if that makes sense. bc scientist feels a rly deep divide between her and other people so i think as a kid she wouldve been super excited that maybe her sister would be the same way. but then as they grew older and her sister grew into her own person with a personality scientist realized that the disconnect was there with her as well. yk... um yeah this kind of just became a tangent JBJKDAKJ but for a semisweet answer i imagine as a young kid (maybe like 5-7) scientist wouldve spent a lot of time with her sister so maybe her earliest memory would be just them getting into trouble or something :]

🐰 - How huggable is this oc?

I PERSONALLY WOULD BE SO TEMPTEDDD to hug her. i dont think shes rly super into physical touch tho i dont think thats something she got a lot of growing up and i dont think its something she realizes she could seek out. i do think under the right conditions shed be super cuddly tho :] youd just have to catch her like. on a blue moon when pigs fly. but itd be awesome. but you would get hair in your mouth no matter what sort of position you are in JADBJWNDJKNA

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

depending on where in the story yes . the thing is i think she represses so much shit that like... all of her desires are sort of repressed JBADJBNWDKL. i think she rly doesnt want to be alone and she rly wants to find somebody else like her. but that desire is just too strong and built up for so long that she sort of like. forgets that thats what shes looking for bc shes just decided its impossible. SO YA deep down all she wants is for somebody to Actually understand her on a like. molecular level. sooo yes,

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

is this guy ever not just like. generally amused with anything that happens. obvious answer is like. cadaver shines when it gets ANY attention positive or negative. its kind of like an opposite of scientist where she like. brushes off any sort of interaction or connection that isnt "the right one" to the point where she loses any opportunity for like. semi imperfect connection. cadavers the opposite of that where literally any interaction works bc it just craves it so deeply. basically guys weird and is RLY into humans. umm on a less introspective note cadaver drinks a lot of coffee in my imagination. and it makes its own little fancy coffee w/ like. syrups and whipped cream and stuff. and it offers it to scientist and shes like... anyways

🌕 - If this oc was an animal, what kind would they be?

soo i think either a fox or like. the worlds NEEDIEST dog. but also at times he has sort of strong kitty cat vibe. but also i can envision if he was like um. a real character and popular on certain sides of the internet i can see them drawing it with little puppy ears. sooooooo that doesnt rly answer the question but theres all of that.

link to ask game!

[gym-leader-onyx]

Obligatory Introduction Post

Yo, what's up? Saw my friends doing this, and I decided I might as well make one.

I'm Onyx. I'm a rock/steel type gym leader located in the Galar region. You may recognize me from the Galar gym challenge a couple of years back. But I'm just here to post about my life and what it's like being a gym leader.

More about me under the cut if you're curious. If you wanna skip all that, just scroll to the very bottom to see the rules.

I was born and raised in Unova, but my family and I moved to Galar when was 13, which is also the time I started my journey. Rivals and friends were @quillpokebiology and @pokedesignercalli, as well as my other best friend who is a bit secretive and doesn't plan on getting a Rotomblr. When I'm not doing my gym duties, I work in coding and help tutor young kids on math.

Team

As a gym leader, I have to have a lot of Pokemon to fit the skill level of the different trainers that come by. But still, here they are!

Journey Team

Atlas: Metagross

He was my starter, which I got as a Beldum. Found them wandering the city at night and decided to take them in since they didn't have a trainer. I know Metagross doesn't have a gender, but they don't really care what you refer to them as.

Obsidian: (Shiny) Gigalith

Caught him as a rogenrolla because he snuck into my camp, and it was the first wild shiny pokemon I saw.

Marble/Aggron

I found her while exploring a cave, and she was just a small Aron chewing on some random metals she found.

Jasper/Scizor

Found him in the wild and is the first pokemon I caught that was fully evolved. I'm not fully sure what happened to him, but my theory is that he was abandoned by his old trainer, since he doesn't like it when I'm gone for too long and gets really clingy when I come back.

Fenrir/(Midnight) Lycanroc

I found him as a rockruff in the Isle of Armor. He was really rowdy and aggressive, which really appealed to younger me back then. I didn't really know what to name him, so Quill did. They say it's from a myth, but I don't really understand it. Fenrir is also the pfp.

Gym Teams

First Challengers: Galarian Meowth (Male), Rolycoly (Male)

Early challengers: Galarian meowth (male), Onix (male), Togedemaru (male)

Mid Challengers: Persurker (Male), Boldore (female), Togedemaru (female), Stunfisk (male)

Last Challengers: Excadrill (Male), Steelix (male), Shuckle (Female), Crustle (female), Coperajah (female)

And then the final teams are just my journey team, which I rarely use unless I'm up against another gym leader, someone of the same skill, or if someone straight up asks me to.

Other

Rocko/Roggenrola

That time Obsidian had a son with a ditto without me freaking knowing. But yeah, Rock is Obsidian's kid. He's a bit of a troublemaker, but I still love him. He's also the youngest member of my team.

Rules

-While Onyx is 18, the person running this blog isn't and is still a minor. Please do not submit any NSFW, and I will br keeping this blog PG so everyone can view it. You xan send flirty stuff in inbox if you want, since i can imagine the interactions will be pretty funny, but nothing too far

-Not really a rule, but the background for the art came from blitzorodeo on Instagram

-If your account has the default tumblr pfp, is untitled, has no description, has a pornographic name, or pornagraphic imagery, I'll assume that you are a bot and you will be blocked

-This takes place in an alternate universe where most of the existing characters don't exist. But I will talk about some as if they do exist if asked about them; I'll just tag it as not canon