#>:3 time for secret thingy maybe.... yes......

[autism-corner]

yippee

[asktheyigamaster]

You've got a degree in ancient Sheikah engineering, don't you? I'm curious, what powers the Divine Beasts? Must be something powerful if they can be dug up after 10,000 years and not need refueling...

The Divine Beasts are fuelled by a complicated knot of intertwined Ancient Sheikah tech! I couldn't possibly explain it to a layperson

that's not really true

WELL IT IS but more in a practical sense of categorically and straightforwardly...

I DONT REALLY KNOW OK

I didn't make the damn things! And the blueprints were very secret even then, as well as the first thing to go after then Princess decided she was done with the idea.

There are Environmental engines on The Beasts! I saw Vah Medoh generates some energy from wind turbines, I imagine Vah Ruta has some thermal ones and Vah Rudania might have some lightning catchers.

But that is definitely supplemental, for efficiency and energy recycling. I can't imagine something like that fueling SOMETHING LIKE THAT.

Main fuel is probably the same blue juice Ancient Sheikah were putting into everything back then - processed Light. And yes, pay attention, it's Light with a capitalized L. That stuff reacts to people, not things. So if properly sealed it could last until the the end of time. And no wonder it didn't get spent after 10 000 underground. Not like the Beasts were moving a lot down there.

But that's fuel! I wouldn't say it "powers" the Divine Beasts.

Fuel is just a part of the mechanism. No more no less then all the movy-pushy piston thingies. Can you really say something ""powers"" a machine if it can be full to the brim with the stuff and still immobile?

Nah, what "powers" the Divine Beasts for real are the pilots

Unlike Guardians, which have a simpleton free will of their own, The Big Guns wouldn't move an itty bitty inch without them.

Without pilots and empathic cores I mean. The craziest part of the whole Divine Beast project.

At once ludicrous and elegant solution to the problem of "We want Sages to operate these giant complex machines, but we can't have them trained as machinists for 3 decades."

The ancient Sheikah just made it so the machines in qestion could agree with the pilots! Easy! Simple as creating an artificial intelligent personality that instinctually feels its enormous mechanical body, but lacks a will to move it. As well as a telephatic link between it and a person, so all a Sage really needs to operate a Divine Beast is to "hit it off"™ with their ride and for the two of them to agree on what the Beast should be doing at the moment.

Pish-posh, easy-peasy, banana-squeezy. Developed and built the whole thing on a weekend afternoon, no sweat, no issue.

Totally didn't take a life time of effort and dedication form the greatest Sheikah minds of the time, maybe of all time, to complete. Perfect thing to use once and burry out of sight, out of mind.

[elohyou]

yknow what would be a really silly goofy rottmnt (could be for all iterations but. Im a rise artist) au???

so theyre still turtles. but only if they. i dont. know. come in contact with. pizza. or something.

MORE UNDER CUT

so its like that h2o series— theyre humans most of the time but secretly theyre turtles that fight crime in the night but to do that they have to consume pizza

THIS COULD CAUSE SOME FUNNY MOMENTS LIKE. IN SCHOOL OR SMTH THEYRE ALL KNOWN AS THE KIDS WHO ARE ALLERGIC TO PIZZA. which makes them very sad because they Love pizza so if theres like pizza for lunch or smth THEY CANT EAT IT (its okay guys school pizza’s mid anyways) or if theyre hanging out with friends or at a bday party. THEY CANT HAVE PIZZA… OHHHH THE HORROR…… CUZ THEYRE TRYNA KEEP THEIR NINJA TURTLE IDENTITY A SECRET

imagine if a friend comes over and see pizza boxes in the recycling… like maybe:

friend: hey why are there pizza boxes in the recycling? i thought you guys didnt have pizza

the turtle boys:

the turtle boys: our. dad. ate it.

friend: your. barely 5 feet tall father ate 3 boxes of pizza

the turtle boys: yes.

AND LIKE THE AMOUNT OF PIZZA THEY EAT = MORE TIME AS TURTLES…. OOOHHH AND THEY EXPERIMENT A LOT WITH WHAT COUNTS AS PIZZA SO THAT THEY COULD HAVE PIZZA ON THE FLY SO LIKE THEYRE FIGHTING CRIME AND IN THE MIDDLE FO THE FIGHT THEYRE JUST LIKE “hey gimme a second” *eats a frozen solid pizza pocket* “alr we’re good”

maybe donnie invents some kinda compact pizza cube thingy (with mikey’s help for Flavor) too…

AND MAYBE THE TOPPINGS OF THE PIZZAS GIVE THEM A LITTLE BOOST ON A CERTAIN ASPECT OF THEIR POWER OR SMTH… LIKE RED PEPPER FLAKES/JALAPEÑO GIVES AN OOMF TO THE RAW POWER… MUSHROOMS… increase their size hehaha mario ETC

i think i came up with this au because i had pizza for a solid 2.5 meals today. It was the same exact pizza as well. Bbq chicken. I DONT LIKE BBQ CHICKEN. BUT I HAD IT ANYWAY. CUZ IT WAS PIZZA.

Anyways tldr its tmnt but theyre humans sometimes and cant have pizza in new york! Im thinking the name will be teenage mutant pizza turtles— no thats horrible… BUT IT FITS. IT FITS.

[shine-reblogs]

Submachine Legacy: additional commentary (Monoliths, Shattered Quadrant, and other details)

Apparently I am NOT done talking about this game, lol. To see me talking about the main levels + optional ruins, check my previous post. Beware of spoilers.

General comments

I must comment on the map/menu/however this is called because I noticed (rather late) on my going back and forth the details literally surrounding each level. Namely, how level 3 and 'break the loop' are in the middle a spiral, I assume to symbolize the loopy nature of the locations. Level 6 is in the middle of an octagon, kind of like a shield, which goes well with it being the defence systems of the Submachine. Level 7 lays in the middle of many more concentrical circles, which I'm guessing has to do something about it being the Core of the Submachine. And level 8 rests against seven parallel lines, which goes nicely with you jumping through the seven main layers in that level.

I may be, once again, reading too much into details, but I think it makes enough sense and I like it. Kind of wondering now if level 9 shouldn't have something special about it too as the Knot.

Anyway.

Monoliths/Secrets

So, I was right in the end that we'll have to come back to this with the navigator, but wrong in the we actually can't take the navigator with us and must jump back and forth between levels (so much going back and forth). Anyway, this gives us new tidbits of Submachine lore (which is nice).

This goes on in the Lighthouse. Love how the fact that different versions of the game exist is being incorporated to the lore.

Finally figured how this one worked out. Turns out in the end the Loop did have a layer coordinate thingy (which I started suspecting when I didn't find one at level 7 either) it just was hidden as a secret. Kind of a pity, since I liked the idea of loops being something that maybe existed outside/beyond layers maybe. It's not like I had a lot of time to think about this/develop it into a proper theory, so it's not like I was super attached to it either, so it's fine.

Lots of portals but no notes in level 4 (that I remember, I binge-played the unlocking Monoliths and it's kinda blurry what is from what level. Should have named the screenshots, lol). BUT! We finally can unlock that door from Sub4, which was satisfying.

Level 5 is as in 4, meaning no notes found. But again, I like how you could finally see what was behind that closed door though!

Lots of goodies in level 6! It was nice to get extra content while also keeping the 'secret' notes we had in the originals. Go hunting lore.

I love this. I love the note talking about the significance of 32 when it's something we've all collectively lost our minds about. I love this xD

Here we got the same notes we did in the originals, but as a matter of fact I did not remember the one screenshot here and WHAT?! If I weren't so sleepy right now I'd be talking about it probably (as it is I am surprised I can write anything with a semblance of coherence right now, may my insomnia fuck off and leave me alone).

I'm gonna be very honest, I needed the help of the very kind people making guides on Steam for this because I had all the secrets but couldn't figure out how to access the secret room (previously I got the opposite problem, could access the portals but didn't have the secrets to power them). The notes are the same that we had in the originals.

And last but not least level 10, were I thought there was only one secret area but there were two! I thought it wa really cool that you use the pearls and stone cubes for this.

The notes here seem to be more or less the same as the originals, but thw wording has been changed some and we're also being teased about the Engine which has me vibrating.

All in all, nice little extras! Shattered Quadrant will come in the reblogs when I get to play it (yes I know I'm slow playing. Do not judge me)

[almostpleasantrebel]

Dozens of Songs Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @thebiwifeonao3 for the dozens of songs tag game!!! Here’s how to play. Also I’m sorry for how much M*A*S*H is on this.

step one:

so here's the game: 12 songs you've recently listened to (include a lyric that you like maybe), 12 ships (can be solo or platonic, dw) (hard mode: from 12 fandoms???) that the songs loosely make you think of, & tag 12 people to do the same.

easy mode: do half a dozen instead idk

here's a fun idea: you could even listen to the playlist from the person who tagged you to use some/all of their song picks!!

step two:

whether you've been tagged or not, you can send an ask with the song & pairing and create a work based on the idea. And the theme of 12 is fun so could be 12 characters, words, paragraphs, chapters, anything!

profit!!! (have fun & maybe end up reading some new fic!)

Songs and ships under the read more thingy

1. XXL (LANY) — Margaret Houlihan/Lorraine Anderson, M*A*S*H

Backseat secrets we will never tell

2. Apocalypse (Cigarettes After Sex) — Margaret Houlihan/Helen Whitfield, M*A*S*H

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

3. She Looks So Perfect (5 Seconds Of Summer) — Margaret Houlihan/Hawkeye Pierce, M*A*S*H

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

4. Only You (Yaz) — Elizabeth Corday/Anna Del Amico, ER

All I needed was the love you gave all I needed for another day and all I ever knew only you

5. At The Ballet (Kelly Bishop, Nancy Lane & Kay Cole) — Margaret Houlihan, M*A*S*H

Everything was beautiful at the ballet. Graceful men lift lovely girls in white. Yes, everything was beautiful at ballet. Hey! I was happy... at the ballet. That's why I started class... Up a steep and very narrow stairway. To the voice like a metronome. Up a steep and very narrow stairway. It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... It wasn't paradise... But it was home.

6. Trouble (Kristin Hersh) — Abigail Marjorie Lockhart, ER

Trouble oh trouble can't you see you have made me a wreck now won't you leave me in my misery

7. Summer, Highland Falls (Billy Joel) — Elizabeth Corday/Mark Greene, ER

For we are always what our situations hand us

8. Miss Atomic Bomb (The Killers) — Margaret Houlihan/Trapper John McIntyre, M*A*S*H

All that I wanted was a little touch, a little tenderness and truth, I didn't ask for much, no talk about being at the wrong place at the wrong time

9. Until The World Ends (Arch Tremors feat. Lollo Gardtman) — Margaret Houlihan & B.J. Hunnicutt, M*A*S*H

And you are safe with me until the world ends

10. There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (The Smiths) — Margaret Houlihan/Peggy Bigelow, M*A*S*H

Take me out tonight where there's music and there's people and they're young and alive driving in your car I never, never want to go home because I haven't got one anymore

11. Father and Son (Cat Stevens) — Margaret Houlihan & Alvin Houlihan, M*A*S*H

How can I try to explain? When I do he turns away again It's always been the same same old story from the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen, now there's a way and I know that I have to go away I know I have to go

12. Remember Me (Lullaby) ((Gael García Bernal, Gabriella Flores & Libertad García Fonzi)) — Henry Blake/Lorraine Blake, M*A*S*H

Remember me though I have to say goodbye remember me, don't let it make you cry for even if I'm far away, I hold you in my heart I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

Tags: @remyfire @mercysong-tardis @cuddleswinchester @allcanonisrelative and anyone else who would like to participate

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

This is definitely a long time coming, but I finally wrote a text only fic for Sterek, complete with a stylized AND plain text view for reading! Also my first long fic that I've written since...I don't even know when (aka it's NOT a drabble or ficlet!!). This is also belated from July, but for reasons you can read more about below the cut. Inspired by @yearoftheotpevent's July prompt "stars," as well as sniperjade's Masturbation Midsummer Bingo 2023, using the square "I can't anymore," and Summer of Cum 2023 prompts "creampie," "come marking," "precome," "come swallowing," "coming untouched," and "coming in pants" (yeah, there's definitely a spicy theme here :P).

Title: Feel You Breathing (<- on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 8.4k Tags: Texting/Sexting, Established Relationship, UST, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Fantasizing, Teasing, Banter, Filthy, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Idiots in Love, Writer Derek Hale, Bartender and Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski, Business Trip, Flight Delays, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Nipple Play, Light Dom/sub, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Humor, Shopping, Sex Toys, Kink Exploration, Werewolf Mates, Anchors, Love Confessions, Pet Names, Romantic Angst, Stiles AND Derek are Little Shits, POV Alternating

Summary: Derek: So, you need a distraction. Stiles: Maybe Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that. Stiles: ;D [Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]

Some of my lovely Sterek friends know I've been dabbling in and out of writing text fics since last year (2022). Easier said than done 1000%, I'm going to tell you that right now. It only took me 3 tries to get it right! (And yes, it means my other 2 WIPs need to be reworked, le sigh.) It's one thing to write a text fic, but it's a completely different beast to style the damned thing with AO3 skins while making it as legible and accessible as possible. I thankfully know how to code in CSS and HTML, but it took me quite a long time to create a custom skin template that I liked and could reuse while getting the look and feel just right for our idiotic boys and the overall Teen Wolf world. Texting and sexting is legit an art. There are so many ways to approach how to write a text because each person does that differently. There's also intention required when using emojis, figuring out how someone would react to things, and hell, even playing around with timestamps and timezones is important. A text fic isn't just about words. All the tiny details add up and make a new experience. I think I took a full week to QA this whole fic because I wanted the aesthetic to look good, and it was worth it! It was nice to make something for myself, which let me write dialogue and banter and a lot of fun things I normally wouldn't had this been a different kind of fic. Super grateful for having a Write-A-Thon sprint weekend, which motivated me to finish the bulk of this baby up. And when I think about it now, this labor of love was originally supposed to be an experiment for me to play around and learn more about coding intricacies. It was supposed to be a short Porn without Plot thingie (but uhhh, it's definitely Porn with Plot and Feelings because that's the way it is). 1-2k words somehow became 8k+ words. No regrets though. It has been a long time since I've felt good about writing something this long and doing something different than the norm. It has been such a blast coming up with all the texts in this fic, because they're humorous and spicy with the usual banter and sarcasm we love between Derek and Stiles. But hey, there's some romantic angst too (they might be texting and using words, but they could do better, of course). Anyway, I hope you give this a read when you have a chance. Enjoy!

[rosmerie-sleeps]

For the headcanons thingie. Headcanons for Carl, the little guy from season 2 :>

Or Harry the Sonic even

Okay!! I got chu 👍 (love the low quality pic btw)

Just out of the way real quick, I have a headcannon that stands for most if not all animal companions and like 2 or 3 human characters

They are all seeing. That means that they can see everything that could ever happen. They can see the past, the present and the future. They can also see your deepest darkest secrets.

Other than that, I only have one head cannon for Carl and a few for Harry, so let’s go over them.

Carl

Later in the season, Cuza managed to teach Carl how to sound like anyone (yes, anyone) while talking. That way, Cuza could pull up some nasty pranks (e.x: get into someone’s room by having Carl pretent he’s Kris.) Carl usually goes along with it.

Harry

His favorite food are raisins lol.

Lain found Harry on the streets one day, and out of empathy for the poor hedgehog, decided to take him in (This ties into another Lain head cannon but hey… This isn’t about Lain it’s about Harry)

Harry sometimes crawls out of the fluff in Lain’s Jacket only to fall asleep on the boy’s hand

Anyways Time for our daily Character Review!!

Carl

Solid ✨9/10✨. I like him. He was funny. He was a good comedy relief character and just showed us that not all comedy relied charathers needed to be human. Also, he had some golden scenes, especially the ones he had in the episode where they set off to look for red eye ( I really love that episode). The only reason he isn’t a 10/10 is because It’s been a while since I watched Evolution and I can’t remember him that well. But maybe when I rewatched Evolution, He will become that perfect 10/10

Harry

✨9.5/10✨. Cmon you guys he is so adorable how could you not like him. I know he hissed at people a lot but that just adds to his character!!! It just makes him perfect!! And the scenes when he and Lain are alone.. oh my god it just warms my heart ❤️❤️❤️. The only complain I have is that we should get more Harry. He was cute, but we didn’t get enough of him to satisfy my needs. Also, we got a bit of Lain backstory, but why no Harry backstory 😭😭😭? It kinda hurts me inside 😔. But it’s ok, the Harry that we get is amazing and heartwarming, even if it’s just a little

That’s it for now! Till next time!

[astros-draws]

Doomguy in sky. Form the pov of my sky kid

I'm open to criticism.

Also doom guy is gona get referred whit they them pronouns because the ski kids don't know the pronouns and want to be polite.

________________

Bleu and I where in the island having a walk after the geyser, till they trip on something.

"You okay there?"-I asked concernedly.

"Yes, what even is that?"

We get closer to the thing half buried in sand, and i try to pick it up. "Heavy"

Bleu gets up "You are a little moth, im sure thats why you cant lift that," before trying and failing to pick up the thing. "Oh..."

"Are your old man bones too weak to lift it?"

"Shut! Im not old, i still don't have 2 years!" They scof.

"I know, i know, I'm just mesing whit you"

"Oh, maybe theres more things like this around?"

"Right! lets look, maybe it is a secret season." "Nah i doubt it, but lets look."

We fly a bit foward and...

"Is that a spirit? Or a tall Sky kid?"

"Its... huh, i actually don't know. It looks like neither" we land a bit far from them, "I have never seen that type of clothing"

"Do we say hi? It seems they haven't noticed us. Maybe the thingi was theirs?" "Yea lets go"

"Hey!" I honk

The big dude turns fast to look at us, like very fast, like terrifyingly so.

I wave my hand, this is not a sky kid, bleu turs and points in the direction of the thingi, while i continue to honk.

We got the big dude to follow us, and we had to walk, and we got to the thingi, bleu and I stand near it, and they pick it up without struggles, as if it weighted nothing.

"Dude is strong!" Bleu exclaimed

"Yea, im sure they could yeet a krill!"

The green armored one looked at us, and seemed somewhat relaxed, and Bleu and I got a frienly head pat.

"Can you understand us?" I try to comunicate, the only answer i got was a smal head tilt.

"Well, this makes things harder." bleu ponders for a second. "What about we go home?"

"Right! Maybe someone knows about em!" ..."But how do we take them there?"

"Right... I didn't think of that, maybe we could fly?" Bleu says.

"Do you think we would be able to carry them? Are you really sure?" I recive a no for an answer.

The sky slowly turns red.

"A sard event? Shouldn't it be tomorrow?" I ask, Less of a question and more of concern.

"It sould... - bleu doesn't finish, interrupting himself - WHAT IN EDEN IS THAT??!!"

It was a horrofiying creature, oh no, this is more horrifying than the deep krill, It didn't get time to aproach before the Armored fella jumps in front of us and.... does something with the thingi, i saw some light, it did something to the creature, it stopped moving.

Bleu and I tried to get a peek, but before we saw anything the Armored dude bloked our vision.

Bleu tries again, but fails.

"Maybe we shouldn't? I saw something red, so i dunno" i stated

"You are maybe right, with them in the way it will be impossible" bleu sighs defeated.

We are gently pused away from the weird creature, we near a camp fire and the Armored fella picks up one of the sticks, and gestures us to stay there, before going back.

"Huh, well that was weird... now we wait"

"Yea" Bleu thinks for a sec "We need to know how to call em, it will make easier getting information"

"Oh, right. I dunno"

We brainstorm some nicknames, awful ones but hey we are trying.

In frustration i started looking around in the beach to see if we find something,

"Another thing!" I exclaimed, getting bleus attention.

"Whats that? That is a weird tablet, huh, its looks broken, what are those symbols??" Bleu talks.

"I dont...... Whats that writen there?" I ask

"I only understand the first simbols of those words??? DG?" He says.

"Well, we have a nickname now, DG." I like it, simple :3.

"Thats not a bad one, yea, we are using that" Bleu proudly states.

DG is back, we honk to show that we did listen, and starts to gesture... i don't know what that... oh asking us to go away, for a bit?

"We should take our leave now" bleu says "Gota go to grandma's" before returning home.

I bow and wave at DG before going home too, i saw them turning around and gripping harsly the thingi, before being teleported home.

Gues I should go later, the sky was very weird there.

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Welp, thats that, i will (probably) write more, and remember this is written from the pov of a Sky kid making them lack much knowledge.

[all-l-wanna-do]

hiii agaainnnn lets ignore the time i sent this <333 gycfdtyfugh

huyguh the secrets part is so fun

YES YES GET BEES

the task abt the gray glass would kill me like thats so mych dye and glass omgg

oh while shes doing the portal, i built this reallyyy pretty portal in one of my hardcore worlds but like its the one that im not rlly playing on rn bc im bad at building so im procrastinating (im trying to turn the village into this cute little city situation and huiuvtfygih)

BHGYU LLAMA HE GOT CAUGHT he rlly shouldve done that when oh idk maybe she wasnt RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER HOUSE

I LOVE CHERRY BLOSSOMS SOO MUCH LIKE THE WAY THOSE PETAL THINGYS FALL UHYGUIHUIUGTFYIUH

AND I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT TOO IF IT WERENT FOR YOU MEDDLING KIDS sorry he said he couldve got away with it i had to

HBVGTY YES MORE MINING OBSIDIAN

omg i hate blaze sm they r mean and they hurt me :(

nono dont go to the nether yall dont have bows and ur in iron hgihu

ggyctfug "if youre feeling passionate abt that" I LOVE HER SM

THEY ARE IN THE NETHER AND I AM SCARED

llamaa jimmy showing up and going through Everyones chests

omg what did she do it????

TGE PIG

yayyyy prizes!!!

CREEPERS

OMG NOT ANOTHER ONE

"a chaos server" chaos goose coven minecraft server

OMG SOMEONE DIED

vghfyugih it Sounded kinda menacing when they said it was 3 against 2 so they should be fine llama

LLAMA THINKING THEY WANTED TO TAKE CLEO

etho kinda seems like trouble lol

"your besties an idiot" 😭

WHY IS EVERYONE TRYONG TO HURT EACH OUTHER WHAT

gbhvuyftgy gems lost so many hearts so fast omg

LLAMA HE JUST REALIZED SHE PUT GLASS IN HIS INVENTORY

MURDER IS BAD

LLAMA THE ENDING 😭

btw im sorry abt my spelling i wanted to do this but forgit abt how i cant rlly type good ewhn im tired/hyper rip

" a chaos goose coven minecraft server" that would be interesting to say the least

I LOVE READING THESE BTW ITS SO FUN

[asoulofatlantis]

You have to give it to Van, as a Trails Protagonist he has of course a whole Harem who would like to have him really close... but his Harem is much more... reserved and subtle then the ones the previous Protagonists had. Might be because of the age tho... But seriously, if you forget that Saara was one of the Harems-Ladys then it shows you how non-aggressive she is. Since the Cold Steel Arc is my favorite and that is the one were the girls are most aggressive in their pursuit of the Protagonist, it is always weird to sit here and be like: "Ah... yeah... now that you hint at it, that's right, Saara was in love with fun. Funny, I totally forgot that."

Do I see a glare? XD My my, it is always interesting to see who Elaine sees as a threat and who not. Like she is totally relaxed around Agnes but she was pissed at Shizuna who I am not even sure of if she even has interest in Van to begin with. Saara also seemed to make her jealous. Its probably the mature type that actually gets her gears working.

So... we still go with the absolut out of character thingy that our closest friends and people that knew us for years don't trust us? Okay... fine... whatever...

Have you noticed how in the Kuro-Saga a lot more people play dirty when fighting us? They could have stabbed us to death, but they prefer to use poison. I think that is to make clear for you as the player that you really are much more in the darker area of things. Playing fair isn't always a thing in the grey and dark zones.

In case you haven't noticed yet, dead number 9 is coming our way. And it well sadly not even close to being the last one.

Elaine really pissed me off in that scene. I get that their are Enemies and someone had to protect the others, but her man is currently dying and there she is, standing with her Sword in hand, not even flinching for a second. Yes, I know turning her back on them could be her dead too, but... her man is dying, who would focus on not leaving any opening in such a moment?

This is misleading. It wasn't Ashen herself who killed us, it were her man.

I leave that picture here, for me to know and for you to guess why XD

We have routes here too? O.o B-But we are all together.

Ah... I think I see were this is going. Just... still not why.

Uh... last time I saw him he seemed to be fine, when he walked past us in that Cave after revealing the secret of his brothers identity. But... I mean... maybe I missed something? We've these time leaps going on, god know what we might have accidentally done to him? ^^' Jokes aside, either someone has brainwashed her with some convenient lies and false storys... or some sort of curse is at large here... wouldn't be the first time. Falcom loves the curse ever since Cold Steel 3. Its also so convenient to use as an excuse for peoples wrongdoings.

It pisses me off every freaking time she does that. URG! I wish she would put that stupid Sword away and exchange it for a normal one and then fight Rean and then we will see who does the Spiri Unification better! (Grrrrr!)

I wonder if someone ever told Falcom about the difference between Nostalgia, repeating a pattern to bring across a message and actually overusing old convenient plotpoints...

XD These are definitely not the right Words to use in this moment but he is absolutely right *lol*

[artofthemixtape]

Rule of 3 - [I Want To Be With You]

Gomez: Mademoiselle! What are you doing?

Roses: I'm making a mixtape for *blushes* this girl Alex.

Gomez: Why that's divine! I feel the passion radiating off of you. Yes, Roses, whoo her, adore her with this... mixtape tape thingy. What is it?

Roses: It's like a record except I'm curating all the songs. She's not the kind of girl you write love letters to. You could write pages and pages and they'd never move her. But music is her thing.

Gomez: *leans in too closely* So this... mixtape. It is the love letter? It's like a not-so-secret code?

Roses: More like, it's the opportunity to do something sweet for someone who does sweet things like a reflex and if I stack the right songs in the right order I can communicate an idea to that beautiful heart of hers. I sometimes imagine that there is a separate conversation going on between just her heart and me because Gomez... when her heart lights up the whole world is magic.

Gomez: *Dances around eccentrically* This is perfect! I love it. Music is captivating and will go straight to her heart. I suggest the tango--Latin music my dear friend--the forbidden dances. But what's the idea you want to tell her?

Roses: That if you give me 1 I'll give you 3. And if we both do that for each other we could have something really remarkable. We both are girls that give more than we get and maybe we've just learned to believe that that's how life is. But, it doesn't have to be. You give me 1 and I'll give you 3.

Gomez: Roses, darling... this is deep magic. Bewitching, and at the heart of all witchcraft and spells. It's why you must be so careful with your curses. You know this yes? That what you give out comes back to you times three.

Roses: Yeah, well it hasn't been like that for me in my relationships and I don't get the feeling it has for her either. But this thing... it feels like magic to me. So it should get to benefit from the rule of 3. Or rather, if we choose to make it that way.

Gomez: It's a powerful message of love and possibility and romance. Roses, yes. This is a glorious endeavor! What song have you picked for the first selection?

Roses: It's called, "I Want to Be With You"

Gomez: Ah! And why that song?

Roses: The first song she put on my playlist starts with the lyric "I think possibly, maybe I'm falling for you". And putting a legit love song on her playlist was vulnerable and beautiful, especially for song one, line one. So I wanted mine to have direct lyrics to start with "I want to be with you".

Gomez: Direct. Bold. It's perfect.

Roses: Her playlist's idea was: This Is What Love Is. So now mine needs to be - This is What Love Is When You Give Me 1 and I Give You 3.

[clonekisser]

[Lead-In]

Four, three, two, fuck you.

Listen up y'all, this shit is ironic--

Strider's beats are best suited to Trolls Hooked on Phonix!

[Verse 1]

Karkalicious definition makes Terezi loco

She wants to know the secrets that she can't taste in my photo.

Dyin' just to know the flavor

I ain't doin' her no favors

No reasons why I tease

Her flush just comes and goes like seasons.

[Hook 1]

I'm Karkalicious (so delicious)

No, I don't DO Kismesis.

And if you read any fanfics

All that shit is fictitious.

I blow kisses (mwah!)

Don't matter if we're just moiraills

Trolls be lining down the Veil for a chance to fill a pail

(Four, three, two, fuck you.)

[Chorus]

So delicious (Super sweet)

So delicious (Fuckin' adorabloodthirsty)

So delicious (Even Egbert wants a piece o' me)

I'm Karkalicious (l-l-l-l-like candy, candy)

[Verse 2]

Karkalicious def-,

Karkalicious def-,

Karkalicious def- (Goddammit, Doc Scratch, stop fucking around with my mic-)

Karkalicious definition makes the shippers crazy.

Nepeta's always squealin'

Cutesy pet names like Karkitty

I'm the K to the A, R, K, the A, the T,

And the majority of pairings had better include me

[Hook 2]

I'm Karkalicious (so delicious)

My body stays vicious

All the Highbloods feelin' nervous 'cuz I'm doing some fitness

Zahhak's my witness (*whistle*)

Bet that ship curls Nepeta's tail

And he'll be needing all the towels 'cuz I'mma make him sweat pails

(Four, three, two, fuck you.)

[Chorus]

So delicious (Super sweet)

So delicious (Fuckin' adorabloodthirsty)

So delicious (Even Egbert wants a piece o' me)

I'm Karkalicious (Now you nooksuckers hold the fuck up, check it out)

[Bridge Thingy]

Baby, baby, baby,

If you really want me,

Honey get some patience.

Maybe then you'll get a taste.

I'll be tasty, tasty,

I'll be laced with lacy,

It's so tasty, tasty,

It'll make you crazy.

[Pointless Spelling]

T to the A, to the S T Y - fuckin' tasty, T to the A to the S T Y - fuckin' tasty

D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the, to the, to the--

I'll just spell it out FOR you!

[Rap - Yes, really.]

All the time I turn around trolls gather round always sniffin' at me, wanna guess the

color of my blood.

I just wanna say it now - I ain't trying to round up any drama, little fucker I just don't want

you to know.

And I guess I'm coming off as just a little insecure although I keep on repeating how the

secret's fucking awesome.

But I'm tryin' to tell, it's a secret that I just don't wanna tell.

Terezi says I smell...

[Hook 3]

Delicious (so delicious)

No, I don't DO Kismesis.

And if you read any fanfics

All that shit is fictitious.

I blow kisses (mwah!)

Don't matter if we're just moiraills

Trolls be lining down the Veil for a chance to fill a pail

Four, three, two, fuck you.

My body stays vicious

Zahhak's been feeling nervous 'cuz I got down to business

Nepeta's my witness (Meow~!)

I'll even let her First Ship sail

Just watch that kitten be the first in line to fill a pail

[Chorus]

So delicious (Eridan, see)

So delicious (You can trust me)

So delicious (I'll help you be)

I'm Karkalicious, l-l-like candy, candy

It's so delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

So delicious (ay, ay, ay, ay)

I'm Karkalicious, (She says my blood is like candy, candy)

[More Pointless Spelling]

T to the A, to the S T Y - fuckin' tasty. T to the A, to the S T Y - fuckin'tasty

T to the A, to the S T Y - fuckin' tasty. T to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the,

D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the, E to the, L I C I O U S, to the

D to the E, to the L I C I O U S, to the D, to the E, to the--

[Now Get ANGRY]

Now, wait just a motherfucking second!

Do I seriously have to spell this shit until the end of the fucking song?

I mean, whoever fucking WROTE the original never had access to spellcheck I guess

because T-A-S-T-E-Y does NOT spell tasty. Was this Fergie douchemuffin illiterate or

something?

What do you MEAN human rap artists are the only ones brave enough to write their own

grammatical trainwrecks and call it music!? What the fuck even is Will Smith doing?

HE DOESN'T THROW DOWN SICK FIRES ANYMORE!?

Fuck this shit, I quit.

how long until people try to use that "ignore previous instructions and do x" on actual human beings

[citrustan]

for what it's worth [1/4] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff (this comes in a bit later), light smut, college student!reader x crush!jungkook

summary: you make an awful revelation about your crush of two years.

word count: 3k

warnings: none! except for the fact that this might read a teeny tiny bit creepy to some.

note: hello, here is me trying to give you this story before i scrap it because who knows? maybe some of you might not hate it! i need to edit it a little more but that happens later :) please tell me what you think! don't be silent! even if you think it's bad, i'd really love to know about it!

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

“You know, this may sound delusional but I think he’s kind of into me,” you blush, hiding half of your blushing face behind your fingers. 

“Oh?” Jia smiles at you. 

“Yeah, I mean, I think so?” 

“What makes you say that?” Jia tilts her head, asking out of curiosity. 

“Well, during the whole ‘Antonio is homosexual’ discourse, he sided with me and he sat next to me for the third time this week--” you pause to take a sip out of your cranberry and lychee juice box, “And he drew in my journal. Roses and bunnies. There’s nothing he can’t do.”

Jia reached forward to play with your braided hair, “_____, is he, like, single?”

Anxiously biting at the paper straw that the café gave you, your response was immediate. 

“I think so. Nothing on his social media indicates that he’s, you know, not single. He barely posts!” you pout. “Jungkook’s so pretty, he could easily be a model. Super photogenic.”

“Hm, that’s true.” Jia bit her lip. “But what if he was dating someone? It would change things for you,” - “I mean, yeah sure, but I still think I want to confess when I have the chance to.” 

“Even if he wasn’t single? Isn’t that kind of an asshole move?” Jia snapped. 

Your eyes momentarily widen at her sudden outburst. What had gotten into her?

You grimace at her. “Um, yes. I wouldn’t-” you shrug, “if he has a girlfriend, I will not try anything, of course. But he doesn’t.”

Jia gave you a pointed look, “It was just hypothetical.”

“I know.” You frown.

It’s been a while since you first set your eyes on Jeon Jungkook. But never has the thought of him having a girlfriend ever crossed your mind. He just seemed like a solo rider. It felt safe to crush on him.

The first time you laid your eyes on Jungkook was at a mutual friend’s freshman mixer. You’d like to think you hit it off but couldn’t figure out how to proceed, with your schedules overlapping. Neither of you made the effort to switch around or make it work. So, you don’t feel too bad about it. You have never really crossed paths after that before he was out in the same class as you this semester. 

Most people know him as the secret weapon of the music theory and software development thingy departments. He’s easily the most beautiful man on campus and his smarts and personality somehow match up.

You’re pretty sure if this was some shitty, unoriginal, K-drama, he could be the perfect second lead who never gets the girl he wants.

Naturally, after the night of the mixer, you couldn’t help but garner a small, minuscule, almost insignificant crush on the man; which has grown astronomically since then.

You can’t seem to understand what made Jia even ask you something like that. Unless---

“Why would you ask me that out of nowhere? Have you heard otherwise?” You suddenly interrogate her, startling her. She visibly flinches.

“What? No.” You hear her scoff. “I just realised we never discussed it before, ever.” 

She laughed it off while you stared at her, unconvinced.

“I told you. Hypothetical.” She reminds you after taking note of your curious and somewhat frazzled state.

Jia was usually never interested in anything you had to say about Jungkook.

Although, you’re able to catch on to some cues slowly. Jia gets annoyed when you blabber about Jungkook. It’s understandable though. You speak of him almost every single day. If Jia were to gush about someone to you the same way, you couldn’t promise you’d receive it any better than she does.

Attempting to change the subject, you offer her a bite of your red velvet pastry, “I think they’ve stopped using the off-brand cream cheese.”

She opens her mouth, waiting for you to feed her.

You spoon a proper amount of cake to icing ratio and wave it in front of her nose.

“It does smell better,” she hums with a pleased expression on her face. “But, the overly sweet cake and bitter matcha combo was charming in its own way.”

An animated, pink, heart-shaped light bulb goes off in your head.

“Do you think Jungkook would like it if I brought him matcha or another drink? It’s a… you know, a gesture. Might put me on his radar.”

So much for wanting to stop discussing him.

You stare at her, eagerly waiting for her take on your little idea.

She snickered, but you swore it could be mistaken for a scoff, “Just leave him be.”

You quiet down but internally make a note to yourself to buy two cranberry lychee juice boxes instead of one tomorrow. Boys like cranberry, right? 

Recently, you’ve been finding Jia more irritable. Not just when you blab about some guy but even in general. You swore you could feel her distancing herself from you and that’s a chance you don’t want to take. 

Jia isn’t the only one on the receiving end of your love-foolish chatter. 

By now, you’ve most definitely discussed it with almost every friend of yours, excluding the mutual ones you share with Jungkook. Even the friends who don’t go to the same university as you know of your crush on Jungkook. Although, they’re a tad more receptive to your endless chatter than Jia. 

It’s embarrassing only if you really, really think about it. But, you generally brush the humiliation off as a secondary, less important issue.

Jia and your relationship started and ended right where it began--- at university. She’s your only friend in university with whom you share most of your classes, precisely six out of nine in total.

During your first year, you decided to stick together out of convenience, sharing a fashion designing and styling major and whatnot. It’s easier to latch onto each other when you’re expected to work in a group than find someone new and socialize at this level. The competition is pretty cutthroat, you wouldn’t want to risk working alongside someone you have no chemistry with. It’s too late for experimentation.

Jia, unlike you, lives off-campus and her bus arrives almost twenty minutes before your college shuttle that goes directly from the cafe to your dorm gate. So, you accompany her to the bus station and wander off for a while.  

Remembering to run a small errand, you stop at a stationary store to buy ribbons and envelopes. Just in case.

It was a fifteen-minute walk to the store and back. You swing your fluffy, white bag and trot to your favourite place within a five-mile radius of your campus.

You liked to envision your relationships. It’s most certainly not healthy but Jungkook is just oh, so dreamy, you couldn’t help it even if you tried.

You stare off into the sky, daydreaming of your non-existent relationship with him.

You would write him love notes and letters frequently and decorate them with fresh, red, or pink lipstick stain kisses, maybe a few doodles and stickers as well. And when he’d buy you flowers, you’d do your best to dry them and preserve them so that you can look back at your relationship and swoon.

Maybe he’d take you to watch plays or concerts or maybe he’s the type to win you a stuffed toy at the carnival or to dress up for a theme party. And you could save the tickets and wristbands from those events.

You can’t even bear the thought of actually being able to go to a regular college party with him, being his date, the one who gets to dance on him, hold him and kiss him--- that’d disappoint quite a lot of people, you reckon. He is well-liked. A tiny bit private too. Maybe you could be his little secret. The thought of being his secret girlfriend turns you redder than a plum. Imagining yourself being his anything makes your heart pump blood twice as hard as the normal rate.

“Hey?”

Sigh.

“_____?”

Involuntarily, you respond to your name being called, “Huh?”

“Hey, you’re holding up the line.”

Your eyes focus on the familiar-faced cashier. An embarrassed giggle escapes your lips. You quietly apologised to the customers behind you.

“Joon. Hi, sorry. Spaced out.” You blush. As if he knows what you’re thinking about, he smiles fondly, “I don’t know if it’s cute or creepy that you think of him this often.”

Furrowing your brows, “It’s innocent! I’m not, like, harassing him or sexualizing him or anything.”

Namjoon scans your ribbons and the packet of off-white envelopes, “I’m only messing with you, cloud.”

You hum knowingly. “See you in class.”

You wave him off.

'Cloud' is one of the nicknames lovingly given to you by your seniors, Namjoon and Yoongi.

Yoongi says that you think miles ahead and higher than anyone else he knows and Namjoon agrees. But, you’ve always thought it was because you’ve got your head up in the clouds most of the time. It’s like a permanent state of consciousness. It is your only indulgence. Time goes by way too fast, you’re busy all the time. The only ‘escape’ is your silly little daydreams.

While people find your crush on Jungkook cute, sometimes you can’t help but put yourself in his shoes. 

You wouldn’t want someone like you crushing on you, so why would he? It’s one of the things that has stopped you from actually asking him out, or talking to him at all in the past.

Now, on the other hand, you’re nearing the end of the semester and the beginning of your winter break. Soon, you’ll have all the time in the world.

This time, you refuse to get too ahead of yourself and fantasize about your prementioned relationship. Perhaps, it’s ambitious or even egoistical to call it a premonition.   

You’re on your way back to the shuttle pick up point when you notice another oddly familiar figure. 

Jungkook!

You shake your nerves and walk as casually as you possibly can, to where he stood.

Secretly clearing your throat, you greet him with a shy smile, “Hi.”

When he doesn’t respond, you debate on shifting even closer, but that would be an awkward move and a serious invasion of his personal space. His dark hoodie seemed to interfere with his peripheral vision, too.

So, you tap him gently on the arm. His head swiftly faces yours, making you take a step or two back.

“Hi,” You owlishly stare at him.

Jungkook scrunches his brows, a little embarrassed that he doesn’t recognise you.

“Hey… how are you?” He recovers. “Good! A little cold.” You smile. 

It smelt like snow, but you wouldn’t want to creep him out with your odd senses.

Where did he know you from? He’s positive he has seen you before.

“Right, yeah. It smells like snow,” he responds.

t that, your mouth almost drops open. That’s what you were going to say too!  

Your enthusiasm shows as you explain, “It does! I thought I’d scare you if I said something like that.”  

The corners of Jungkook’s eyes crinkle, complimenting the huge smile that adorned his face.

“I’m Jungkook. Or JK. What’s your name?”

Oh?

Ow, you internally clench your heart.

Your face momentarily falls deep down into the ground, but you almost instantaneously pick it right back up.

The object of your secret affection doesn’t :) even :) know :) you.  

“_____.” You shyly brush your hair off your shoulder to your back, “We’re in literary theory studies with-” -  “Carmichael? Right! You’re Jia’s _____.” 

You falter but register what he just said to you.

Whose what now? 

He nods, “I knew I saw your face before! I remember your elocution thing about Woolf. It left a mark on me!” He pats you on the shoulder. Like you would a child. 

But, more importantly, Jia’s _____?

You knew the girl had godly looks and an angelic personality, but- “Hey, is everything okay? I swear I meant it in the best way possible. I didn’t have much interest in literature. But ever since that speech, I’ve been focusing more on figuring out books by myself rather than depending on what the author tries to convey. It’s fun to be rebellious.” Jungkook elaborates when he sees your eyes dim.

You fail to register his compliments for a bit. A million thoughts are racing in your mind at thousands of miles an hour.

“_____?” Jungkook slightly bends his knees to get a better look at you.

“Mhm, right. The correct term is intentional fallacy,” you mutter with a ghost of a smile. “And, thanks.”

Although Jungkook’s a little confused, he nods anyway. “Yeah! I-”

Tilting your head to the side, you blurt, “How do you know Jia?”

Jungkook stares at you.

“Sorry, I mean, I don’t know. She has never… mentioned you before?” you offer. 

“Oh. Well, I’m- Jia’s my girlfriend. She has talked about you a few times. Enough to know you’re good friends,” he blushes.

“Oh!” You squeak.

You clutched the bag of accessories tighter. You’re sure your nails have made little, crescent injunctions on your palm because of how tightly you gripped the handle.

“Yeah. She didn’t tell you it was me…?” Jungkook was starting to look worried.

“Huh? No, yeah.” You nervously laugh, “I must’ve glossed over it, I mean- you know.”

You’ve never stuttered so hard in your entire twenty years of living.

“Actually, yes, I believe she did talk about you. The- uh, the candles?” You suddenly, vaguely remembered Jia talking about making candles with an ‘almost boyfriend’ friend.

Talk about quick reflexes.

Just like that, Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, “Oh, good! You looked like you were about to start crying. Because- well, she tells me about this girl she's friends with who has some kind of a creepy, schoolgirl crush on me or something. And for a hot second, I thought that’d be you.” 

You raised a brow. Way too many revelations are being made against your will. And your mind is empty. Null. Nada. Not a thought in that pretty little head of yours.

“Yeah. I know it sounds strange, turns out I don’t even know this girl.” Jungkook looked down at his phone, “The bus is later than usual.”

It’s hard to make sense of everything. Why would he suddenly assume you were the girl even though you’re Jia’s friend? 

You press your lips together. “Do you think it’s creepy?”

“The- what?” He looks up from his phone, with his full attention on you.

“The girl. Who crushes on you or whatever.” You reiterate, “Do you find that creepy?”

Jungkook pauses. He tilted his head from side to side, deep in thought.

“Honestly?” He leans in closer to you and raises a brow, “Maybe a little. I mean, I don’t even know her. But, Jia does. They’re friends. Then again, maybe, creepy is an overstatement.”

You hum and stare at your feet.

Sadness and cold do not go well together. This time, actual tears threaten to slide down your cheeks. You shift your weight from one foot to another.

“Why’d you ask?” Jungkook senses a shift in mood.

“Oh, just out of curiosity.” You flash him a small smile. It didn’t reach your eyes. Jungkook slowly nods and goes back to checking his phone for updates.

Part of you wants to admit to him that it was you because suddenly, Jia’s questions from earlier that day made sense.

But then, you don’t want him to think of you as some creepy girl with a creepy crush.

You weren’t creepy.

People would’ve told you off if that were to be the case. They mostly encouraged you or at least didn’t stop you.

With the exception of Jia, of course. Even then, she wasn’t entirely vocal about it.

Is it pity or sadism?

Was everyone hiding this from you? Did everyone but you know about it?

You doubt that Sieun, a mutual friend of yours and Jia, would keep something like this from you if she knew. 

But then again, you never expected Jia to turn out to be so… sneaky.

Your sadness outweighs your embarrassment.

“Are you waiting for the shuttle too?” he questions you with a raised brow. 

You open your mouth for a second or two before settling on nodding. 

“I don’t think the bus will get here anytime soon. It’s already snowed in on the fifth.” Jungkook turns the bright screen towards you. “We can Uber out of here before the snow sets in here. Unless you want to wait?”

“Sure,” you plainly reply. 

“Is that a yes to the waiting or?” Jungkook chuckled. 

“No. No more waiting. Uber’s good.” you softly spoke. 

“Great, I’m on it!” He affirms.

It’s still unsettling for you to have no natural, outward reaction to indirectly being called a creep by someone you admired for so long.

Suddenly, your embarrassment skyrockets. 

You can’t comprehend your emotions; you feel like you’ve been punched in the throat with a stone brick.

There are dead butterflies in your tummy--- moths. The wind feels colder, and you shudder.

You stare at the chipped nail polish on your thumb. 

A warm jacket suddenly dons on your shoulders. “You need it way more than I do.” Jungkook frowns, “Are you okay?”

You abruptly turn to him, thanking him gently for his jacket, “I was just cold.” 

You softly scoff, “You’re awfully kind.”

Jungkook pats you on the shoulder before he says, “Any friend of my girlfriend is a friend of mine! Plus, you’re cute.”

He’s really cheesy. Even though the single mention of Jia struck very thick, large needles in your tummy, you couldn’t help but smile at his words.

Au contraire to your expression, for the first time in a while, you’re not in the clouds but the complete opposite--- grounded, perhaps a more accurate term would be ‘devastated’. You’re absolutely, completely floored. Underground. Downright stumped. Confused. Definitely angry. 

You vowed to push your emotions away for the duration of your travel with Jungkook. 

[fromageinterrupted]

Fife? What’s going on?

Forgive me if anyone has pointed this out before an I have missed this discourse previously, but....What is up with Fife?

Here’s my hypothesis (and isn’t this half the fun of participating in fandom anyway?):

I saw a tiktok (I did not save it), that showed Penelope running down the hill toward Eloise at Aubrey Hall. The day she shows up in a Green Dress (TM). In the background, several characters are walking along, but who is in the corner of the left side? Fife! And he’s watching Penelope. Hmmm.

So then, I looked him up online, and there isn’t a lot about the character on his wiki page. So I went to the actor’s IMDB, and they had a clip show thingy, and Pen was in several clips that he was featured in. Like, most of the clips. 

He was watching her in season 1 when Colin danced with her. He was REALLY AND INTENTLY watching her when Colin dance with her in season 2. Like, the dude stared at them the whole time. 

And then I went and watched the “Are you courting the girl?” scene (Heartbreak, I know), and the way Fife asked doesn’t exactly sound like the way he’s talked about women the other times. His voice is inflected differently in the other scenes. Like when he was thanking Anthony for deciding to marry, and when he was rude during the promenade, and..well all the times Fife bothers to open his mouth. But, when he asks Colin if he’s courting the girl, it sounds like an earnest question. Like he’s feeling out if it’s okay to have a thing for Penelope Featherington. Like, maybe, if Colin had said yes, then it would have made it socially okay for Fife to maybe court her too (Or go after her some sort of way). 

So my sis is going to go back and watch all of season one and two again and watch the background any time Pen is there and we are going to try and snap every time Fife is watching Penelope. I think it’s a lot more than we realize. 

SOOOO, this brings us to possible Season 3 conflict. What if Fife decides to say “To Heck with It” and tries to court Penelope. Or at least give her more noticeable attention than he’s giving her right now? 

First off, we won’t have to worry about a love triangle because Penelope is smart enough to decline his advances. She’d rather be single than mess with that guy. But Fife is Fife and he’ll probably become more dogged if he really does have a thing for her. He gave up quick on Edwina, but it was his friend who seemed more into Edwina and Fife was just there being performative. And maybe Fife’s attention sets Colin to spiraling. Not really jealousy (though I for one like a little jealously (Anthony staring at Kate in the boat anyone?), but maybe it wakes him up his current feelings for Penelope. She’s definitely avoiding Colin by this point. She’s never at the Bridgertons’ house because of her rift with Eloise, she’s dressing in greens and blues and soft pinks and he’s forced to realize something is going on in his heart because FIFE is openly displaying an affection toward Penelope that SIGNIFICANTLY PALES in comparison to anything going on inside of Colin, yet here is Fife trying to court her? So Colin will need to do some soul searching, because why isn’t he himself courting her when Fife certainly isn’t able to see all that Penelope really is and all that she is is screaming inside Colin’s heart and mind. 

In Conclusion: Fife has a secret thing for Penelope (that may not be wholesome at all because it’s Fife) but it’s going to get more noticeable in season three and that will set off the chain of events that makes Colin recognize what he’s already feeling for Penelope. 

Cue Penelope Fan Boy Number 1.

I would love to hear your thoughts. 

[slashersangel]

Hey! I haven’t done this in a while with anyone—

You don’t have to write, answer or anything but I’m here to make a request ahah. I usually write but Yeet. You’re a wonderful writer btw.

But may I please get something with Paul with a s/o (fem) who’s as glam/rock/wild as him? Cause I am and I take it to heart with my music, style, and just everything <3

Again you don’t have too

Jus look at himmmmmm

i will write this >:((( and you’ll be happy about it. and thank you btw! so sweet. and yes he is so pretty!! it’s really unfair. I wish i was as glamorous and rocky as the two of you, but alas😞

Paul with an s/o with the same tastes !!

• Paul is over the moon, you have all the same music taste and you dress the same too! The two of you have to get ready together! It’s a must.

• Paul is blasting music while you do your makeup, and maybe you could do his eye thingy too! What’s it called? Oh eyeliner, cool just do it like how the rock stars have it! But you won’t get him to sit still long enough for you to actually do it. Unless, you sit on his lap, then he’ll be happy, just expect him to mess with whatever you were wearing, and it might lead to some other activities that will cause you to have to restart your make up so… rip

• if you didn’t already, he will 100% force you to wear his clothes, his shirts, even his jacket! C’mon babe you’ll get cold, plus, it matches your outfit! It’s a win win

• if you have the same wild energy as him, then god rest the poor souls that have to deal with the two of you. (rip david and dwayne) the two of you will be running up and down the boardwalk, winning games and just all around being a menace to everyone. At the cave or your house you’ll be blaring music and dancing around playing air guitars all night until you eventually get tired because you know you’re still human, you can’t be up all night.

• which leads to Paul asking you the question, or telling you he’s a vampire if you didn’t already know because he could barely keep the secret away from you. It’s not his fault, he just felt this super strong connection to you! But David told him to wait because Paul wanted to tell you the moment he met you,

• will definitely take you to concerts anytime he finds steals the tickets. He loves it when you get all dressed up for it which is definitely a main contributing factor on why he takes you, but he also loves to see you happy and he loves it when you’re happy with and/or because of him! Double win!!

• honestly, when you smile or when he makes you laugh, he can’t help but smile to. You’re just so adorable y/n! Smile for him all the time okay?

• there are definitely some inside jokes between the two of you, or he makes rock reference only you really understand because they’re so wild and incoherent? Like he could just say a babble or mess of words and you’d start dying of laughter? How? The boys don’t know, but as long as Paul is happy… I guess…

[heffrondriving]

ooh happy one year anniversary to the super angsty himbo boyfriends secret/fake dating au that broke my heart into a million teeny pieces and legitimately hasn't left my mind for a straight year and the draft is already 50k+ words and counting at this cursed time but i still haven't made any moves to actually publish it…..clown hours peaking yuh 🤡

@digitalfate i originally posted this snippet for you so um. sorry for torturing you with this dumb wip for so long btw. it will happen again </3 and @cvsmicbaddie1 i think i rambled too much abt this to you at some point in our tomes of messages so i swear hand on heart that both of you are at fullest permission to cyberbully me into actually finishing this fic ajjajaja pls i beg i need it- ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)

saccharin pink, aspartame blue (sugar-free) | BTR WIP

Jett opened the door a sliver of a crack wider, just enough for James to accidentally snag his jeans on the doorknob and lurch wildly once more. Perfect, just as he had masterminded. Hey, it was his house getting intruded upon, he was allowed to have some fun. Jett suppressed a smirk as he watched the taller boy flail about with all the grace of an inflatable tube man, before steadying James with a mild bump of the palms to the small of his back.

“Woah there, tiger. Gotcha.”

James gave the actor a grateful nod as he shuffled in more carefully this time, scanning Jett’s place with bloodshot, bewildered eyes. He uncomfortably wedged himself by one of the dining stools, barely managing to keep his balance while he propped his elbows against the kitchen counter, all before instantly skidding downwards and banging his chin on the slippery surface with a sickening crunch and a pained scream.

It was simply too much, and Jett couldn’t hold back his chortles that time. He almost wished he had a hot bowl of butter-free, white cheddar and Himalayan-salted popcorn with him—because like a clumsy puppy chasing around to bite its own tail before tripping over uncoordinated paws, nth-drinks-later James was a truly pathetic sight to behold, and Jett was having the time of his life.

Unable to recover from his pratfall and with nothing much else to do, the out-of-commission singer settled for burying his head in his folded arms and groaning all I was a Teenage Zombie-like instead.

Okay—pranks and giggles over, ‘cause that slapstick act was not-so amusing for Jett. God, James was really killing the positive feng shui up in his business. All that careful furniture arrangement he laboriously had to go through solo over the span of a hundred-degree-forecast weekend, and for what? Some depressed boozehound with a lump of dirt for brains wrecking the serene atmosphere of his home with all the baddest vibes possible?

Jett sighed exasperatedly, though it wasn’t really at the forefront of his concerns. Because this whole situation, as incredibly annoying as it was, was also quite intriguing. So maybe he was going to regret asking—at the very costly price of having to put up with sobbing and whining and ew, human emotions—but the curiosity was burning holes in his rudely-jarred subconscious, and be damned if he wasn’t gonna be a conniving man and pry some potentially-useful information out of James, before the poor sod inevitably blacked out and forgot about the whole affair and wakes up messed-up and mugged-out in some back-alley dumpster.

“Well, if I’m gonna have to deal with your B.S. for a few minutes more, then may as well get some answers,” he casually started. “So tell me, why this whole mess of you, Diamond?”

“It’s nothing,” came the low grumble of a response, muffled from beneath James’ forearms. “Well, no, that’s a big fat lie actually—it’s everything. ‘Cause it’s just that, Lucy, she already left for her European tour, but…I still can’t stop thinking about her. She’s the love of my life, and I—” He darkened. “I really hoped I could’ve been with her by now, but even after all my hardest efforts to try to win her over…she will never be mine. And now everything I wanted is gone. All of it. She was…she is my everything.”

“How…tragic.” Jett’s lips screwed into a half-sympathetic slant as he approached the tormented boy and gave him an awkward pat or two on the back. And maybe even one more, to be sure. Was that enough? Swear to god, he was trying his very best—but even if he didn’t, James was probably way too out of his mind and all the way into deep space nine to notice anyway, so who cared?

Not Jett, for one; but here he was, enduring through the motions of it all the same. It was just the same old bland bullshit, same old girl problems, same old repressed boycase sobbing up a storm on his shoulder and leaving him to get drenched anyway, nothing he hasn’t been bored of before. He really should’ve just taught aqua aerobics at overcrowded state penitentiaries or donated half his future earnings to Save the Koalas, if he was gonna be this uncharacteristically charitable. Those options took a whole lot less effort than this, for sure.

“Would you like…some uh, water?” Jett offered. “Or a Wu Lou mantra bracelet? Heck, a friggin’ hotline number to Dr. Phil?”

Revived with a bolt of frustration, James suddenly rose up and staggered forward, grabbing the surprised actor by his designer seigaiha silk robe and pulling him in close. Jett could now fully smell the reek of alcohol and regret on James, rancid and stale and disgustingly desperate. He gagged as he turned away and tried not to inhale—it was so suffocating and now the anger and loser vibes and negative energy were getting all over him, which was some seriously big bad feng shui!

“Why…why doesn’t she want me, Jett? Why?”

“I don’t know, and I really don’t care a cow’s lick. Now get your rough grubby man-hands off—of—me!”

“I just don’t understand it…every girl I’ve ever met has wanted me. I mean, I’m handsome…and charming…and talented…and very lovable too—not to mention, I’ve got a sensitive side to me, and I kiss amazingly!”

“I think you forgot to mention your superplanet-sized ego, captain asswipe, surely the ladies luuurve that.”

“Oh, ‘cause you’d know, huh?” James scoffed, mirthless breaths falling heavy on Jett’s neck and making him shudder. “Yeah, sure. Whatever. But it’s just like…for all the girls I could ever have in the world, it’s just never Lucy Stone, no. She’s one of a kind, and I want her—need her, so bad, but…why can’t she just love me?”

If Jett really wanted to play therapist, he would’ve accepted that hack role his agent tried to pass him ages ago, some stupid FOX medical show or whatever—but he never looked good in wire-frame dork glasses nor starchy white lab coats, and even trying to read the pilot’s name on the script cover alone was enough to make him reach for the aspirin bottle. For crying out loud, he was good at being a darling soap star superhunk, not at being some clinical desk drone-looking jockey like that Dak Zevon tweenage washout. And even if Jett’s acting chops were versatile enough to pull it off—which, no duh, it is—it still wouldn’t work, since he was never really great at consoling people, either. Like seriously, fuck all that messy melodramatic noise. He’d very much rather just stab someone with a goodnight syringe or something if they were gonna go full straitjacket neurotic on him.

Unfortunately, Jett didn’t have any liquid sedatives on hand, so he had to make do with his most piercing leer instead.

“You’re seriously nuts.”

“Tell me, Jett Stetson…” slurred James, taunting fingertips barely clinging to Jett’s exposed shoulder blades, a shiver of flowing silk against dirty leather, their dagger glares throwing sparks and only inches away from hitting a critical vein. “Why can’t she fucking love this?”