#「 🌈 when i look through it it looks back through me . musings 」

[yellowpuppet]

Doi's Pokemon team would be this.

small cute creatures they think they are a pig, they relate a lot to psyduck and slowpoke, they love clowns and they 'am have batteries 'so this team seems likely

Tepig, Psyduck, Mareep, Mime Jr., Slowpoke & Pichu

[xxsycamore]

Requested by @weirdwriter69 who wanted canon setting with Napoleon and genderbent!MC and I added a twist by making it a Magic AU! Hope you enjoy<3

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Napoleon x Genderbent!MC

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

"At least your magic is useful. I take it back when I said you're a goner if you step a foot outside the mansion."

That does bring back memories, MC muses, looking somewhere beyond the garret's wide open windows. The night air is crisp but soothing; Napoleon's little hideout turns out to have a charm to it after all.

When MC first came through the door, he was constantly warned about the outside world. Beyond the protective barrier cast over Comte's mansion lie magic abilities about which MC would've only read about in books. Magic abilities that would be long banned in the 21st century. Here is no place for a defenseless stranger like him.

His so-called bodyguard wasn't exactly thrilled about the "chore" given to him, but didn't spare his words loaded with harsh, raw prejudice. Strange considering he found him first upon his arrival, and acted almost gentle with him, like a whole another person.

It was then that MC first revealed his abilities, sealing Napoleon's foul mouth shut for a good couple of minutes so he couldn't open it if he wanted to. And then, the next morning when MC was tasked with waking him up, the ability proved useful too.

Now that enough time passed for Napoleon to actually take his words back, MC is thinking about the first part of that sentence.

"So what's your magic, Napoleon?"

There is no need for the addition of "only if you want to share", because Napoleon doesn't think twice. A pair of tar-black wings appear on his back, big and feathery enough to make the garret seem cramped.

"Not very impressive, I know. In a world where we use magic-powered flying devices - and surely, your time period has excelled in the mastering of those - having a pair of wings attached to your back is rather ordinary."

"They're pretty."

Napoleon snorts, but still catches MC's gaze while his is lingering on his slightly fluttering wings.

"Well, thank you."

"You were hoping for something else. After being reincarnated... your magic turned out to be nothing like the one you had in your past life.

Napoleon stays quiet, but with no visible signs of hostility against someone laying his innermost feelings bare. Before he can plaster the smirk on his face and jokingly ask him if he can read thoughts too, MC continues.

"Maybe you're not meant to use your magic to hurt people anymore. Having wings is not useless. It has to do with freedom."

Napoleon opens his wings to their full intimidating size, yet MC doesn't as much as tremble.

"You're an interesting guy, you know?"

A hand is extended towards MC.

"Do you want to take me for a ride?"

That smirk. A man who charms both men and women alike, or whatever that totally-not-head-over-heels butler said.

Putting his own hand atop Napoleon's, MC agrees. Men like Napoleon should come with a warning.

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[rainbowsky]

Hey RBS 🌈

Recently i came across GG interview on ool where he talk about how envious of he is gu wei because he have a perfect life, a loving family, adorable son. Somehow it gave me this feeling that, deep down GG wish to live a ideal life. Where there is no fans chasing after him, no paparazzi breathing down on his neck.

I do saw some fans try to interpret it as GG being straight and he wanted a wife and kid in the future. But for me it was more like his dream to have a domestic life with DD.

I would like to know what you think about this.

Hi Anon, 😊

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I think interviews are often taken too literally and too seriously by fans. Just because someone says something in an interview, that doesn't mean it's their final word on the topic, or anything broader than a simple off-the-cuff musing.

I've never had even the remotest interest in being a parent, but there are some people who seem to have the perfect life, the perfect kids, the perfect home, where everyone looks like they stepped out of a Scandinavian architectural magazine and they all go to the farmer's market on Saturday mornings and then go for long hikes in the mountains in their handmade knitwear with their perfect, utterly obedient dog, and then come home and eat a delicious wholesome rustic gourmet home-cooked meal at a large raw log slab trestle table with the sun slanting through their 30foot floor to open-rafter ceiling windows, etc. etc. etc., and there are moments when I envy that even though it in no way resembles the life I really want.

I think it's normal for people to daydream about other people's lives.

And there is also a certain element of marketing at play here. An actor pretty much has to sell the character and the story to the audience. GG is a savvy man in that respect, and scrupulously polite. He will find something nice to say if the situation calls for it.

Having said all that, please everyone repeat after me:

GAY PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO WANT KIDS AND STILL BE GAY.

I talked about that a while back in a discussion about DD saying he wants a son.

There are so many heteronormative fans who don't get that concept. It's crazy.

Like you said, Anon, he could easily be daydreaming about wanting a nice domestic life with DD. I'm absolutely certain they would have talked about having kids, even theoretically, because A] the culture and B] DD seems serious about wanting one.

People often think China is inherently homophobic, but that perception isn't entirely accurate. Family is given high importance in some cultures, and that can lead parents and relatives to pressure gays to marry straight and have kids. However, many families are perfectly happy to accept queer family members as long as they still plan to have kids via adoption or surrogacy.

Anyway, point being - that 'straight' narrative says a lot more about the person interpreting than it does about GG. 😅

[nimuetheseawitch]

any combination or all of: 🌈🥀📞☕

WIP Wednesday, arcane runes edition

🌈 + 🥀 Rainbows and regret Isn't there a scene where Hawkeye gets drunk and starts singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow and apparently it's a thing he does? Anyway, this immediately made me think of this and how my BJ is the Worst fic (in which BJ is, so far, drunk the entire time) should call back to that a bit - to the idea of how well BJ and Hawkeye know each other's drunken moods, and how they used to have fun together. I'm not sure if I want it to be them both trying to recapture that a bit or just BJ, upset that Hawkeye won't drink with him.

📞 Phone a friend Looking through BJ is the Worst, I discovered this little bit of Daniel that I had forgotten about, and it's given me thoughts about where this might be going:

Hawkeye looks at his dad gratefully as he disentangles himself from the hug and heads upstairs. Daniel turns to the phone. After he gets those tickets, he thinks he's going to call some of those numbers he got all those years ago at the family reunion and see if he can't give Hawkeye a little bit more to go on. 

☕ Time to wake up uhhh, so I wrote a thing for BJ is the Worst! It's the first time in forever! Have a little morning contemplation:

The sun was barely an inkling of an idea when Hawkeye woke up, and he drank his coffee out on the deck, comparing the dark water of the Pacific to the morning sunrise over the Atlantic he could’ve seen just yesterday. He mused that maybe without the promise of a sunrise over the ocean, everyone on the West Coast had good reason to want to sleep in.  

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

🌈 (for Rich and Eric; in the angel AU?)

Send me a 🌈 and I’ll discuss the chemistry of our muses: ACCEPTING

II @ericbrandonrp // @dontcxckitup-m // @dontcxckitup

//Richard and Eric in our Angel!AU (but I would also argue most of our AUs wherein the two are besties) are the walking definition of Two, Single-Braincelled Idiots. Seriously, these two just toss the braincell back and forth to one another, like its a hot potato, until one of them eventually drops it, and the two of them have to grope round for it before accidentally smacking their heads against one another. Despite that, I feel like that's what makes their chemistry not only SO entertaining, but endearing. Like, here are these two dummies who-- although they get pulled into trouble together-- feel more lost when apart from one another; and despite all the scrapes they get into the two always manage to pull-through. I think their chemistry is also very endearing because even if the two end up disagreeing or getting into angsty arguments with one another, there's this built-in loyalty and sense of protection for one another which causes them to stick by the other to the bitter end. They're just like, "yeah you're being a pain in the arse right now... But I'll be damned if I leave you...." I also how love in-sync these two are. Seriously, its amazing how one of them knows what the other is thinking just by a look. They truly are the most Butch Cassidy and the Sundance duo out there.

In general, I always felt like Richard and Eric have bypassed merely being friends or even best friends with one another, (hell I feel like their friendship even bypasses Richard looking up to Eric as something of a father-figure, or even mentor in the Angel!AU). At this point, they are brothers. They just MUST be. Not brothers by blood, but brothers tied by heart and soul, and I think that might be even more powerful than being bound by blood. //

[abibliophobiaa]

can I do a request for- tasm peter talking about pride parade and how him and reader show go but like in the middle of the conversation reader is like “wait-“ then he is like “ yeah I’m bi” and then reader is like “so cool! ”[ or something on the lines of that]. btw love your work 🫶🏽

happy pride month 🌈. gn!reader.

“What’s something that really annoys you but probably doesn’t annoy anyone else?” You ask, holding aloft your phone. It’s a silly conversation prompt you found on an instagram post.

Your boyfriend, Peter, naturally is always willing and ready to appease you. His head rests in your lap. Those strands of his dark hair tangling in your fingers as they card through them lackadaisically that balmy Saturday morning. His eyes close momentarily, though you always hate to see them go, brows furrowing high on his forehead.

“When I get thrown into cars. Like why do people have this constant desire to throw Spider-Man into cars?”

You snort, poking him in the cheek. “Be serious.”

“I am very serious.”

You level him with a glare.

“Plus, the prompt was something that annoys you but probably doesn’t annoy anyone else. There’s only one Spider-Man, right?”

“As far as we know. There could be another inter dimensional Spider-Man out there living a life very similar to your own.”

“Oh yes, somewhere in this fictional multiverse we have other Spider-Men.”

You shove at him playfully. His hand comes up to lace your fingers with your own, resting them against his chest as the television drawls on in the distance.

“What about you?” He asks, eyes closing once again as his head tilts toward the ceiling.

“Uh, odd numbers.”

His cheek ticks. “Is that why you always bump the volume up in the car and on the TV when it’s on an odd number?”

“Maybe.”

His returning grin splits your heart as he suddenly shifts so he’s sitting beside you. An arm comes up to curl around your shoulders and tug you against a pliant chest. You sigh into the embrace, head nuzzling against collar bone.

“What should we do this weekend?” You muse quietly, tucking your legs beneath you.

“Funny you ask…the, uh, Pride Parade is this weekend.”

You perk up at this. You know some of your friends planned on going and you had as well. But this is the first time Peter has shown an interest.

You lean back a bit to take in his features. Those sweet brown eyes. The stubble lining his jaw. Forever unkempt hair you’ll spent running your fingers through if he allows you.

Only his usually bright and happy demeanor is displaced. His brows furrowing slightly on his forehead. Bottom lip between his teeth. Chewing.

“There’s something I want to tell you…I just…”

He sighs and then thinks better of it. The shaky timbre of his tone has you moving closer to him on the couch, pressing your fingers into the inside of his wrist. Gently brushing your fingertips along his warm flesh.

You think you understand. But you want him to be the one to tell you. It’s his truth to share.

“Babe?”

“I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know the right time. But I, uh, I’m Bi.”

There are no words between you. Not as you curl your arms around his shoulders and tug him into the cage of your arms. Your eyes burn at his vulnerability with you as his arms come around your frame, face pressing into your shoulder. Simply allowing himself to be held. Remaining there.

“I’m grateful you told me, Peter.”

A simple truth which has him cupping your cheeks in his hands. Those dark eyes swirling as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

When you part, he’s grinning.

You suddenly wish you had a camera to snap the look of utter happiness lining his features.

Freeness.

“You’re okay with it?” he asks.

You nod.

“Really?”

Another nod.

And then he’s tugging you against him once more.

“I wasn’t scared to tell you because I thought you wouldn’t like it. It’s just…I still find it hard to tell people.”

You run your fingers through the hair at the back of his head. “That’s because it is a hard thing to tell people. It’s being open and vulnerable and that’s scary and I’m honestly so happy you chose me to share that with.”

He shifts back a bit to take you in. Presses a kiss between your brows. Whispers, “I love you so much,” into your forehead.

“I love you, Peter. That means all of you. For as long as you’ll allow me.”

“And if that’s always?”

“Then it’s always.”

[disgruntledspacedad]

For the fanfic ask game:

🌈 I’d really like to know what inspired you to begin writing and how you have the motivation to continue. Has anything changed since you began? If so, what has?

P.S expect me in some time!! I’m going to be so active in your asks.

I think of you every day, my blood Orange. I am speechless and aching because of you and your writing.

My love! My light! My muse! Hearing from you always brightens my day. ❤️

There were lots of outside factors that led me here, but as far as what inspired me?

A character, and a question.

I remember being so intrigued by Javier Peña. In many ways, he is a paradox. A man who holds people at arm’s length, but so obviously craves intimacy. A man who is passionate about justice, but doesn’t mind bending the rules when it serves him. A man who is deeply unsettled by the loss of human life, but only sometimes. A man who plays the system, and is rocked to his core when the system plays him.

(Don’t let me scream about that nasty Ni grip, Ms. Muse. Please don’t let me do it)

I’m a sucker for a good negative character arc, and Javi’s hit all the right beats for me. Gruff, prickly, sarcastic guy with a soft heart (praise hands, yes lord we love to see them) finally achieves the thing he’s perused doggedly (careful what you wish for), and it costs him everything (was it all worth it, in the end??).

In Javi’s case, it costs him himself.

So, anyway, compelling character. I’m a slut for a compelling character. They make me think. I started thinking about how fucking committed Javi is. How when he decides something, that’s fucking it for him. Done deal, no backing out, no giving in.

“All in.”

In canon, Javi’s Thing is bringing down the cartels. He even says it: “I have one goal. Get Escobar.”

So, okay. That’s a fun concept to play with, but let’s go back to that desire for connection.

I started wondering, okay, what if Javi were that committed, but to a person, instead of a principle? What would that look like? How would it change the story? What would he be willing to sacrifice?

And what would that person be willing to sacrifice in return?

Enter Hannah Aarons. 🔥🔥

As far as what keeps me writing, that’s easy. I love these characters, and I am committed to telling their story. It’s really as simple as that. ❤️

Regarding what’s changed… well, a lot in my personal life. That makes things difficult, but that’s okay. I’m committed to seeing this through, even when it’s not always easy. It’s very much a labor of love.

[we-will-begin-again]

🌈 (Shane & Susie)

Send 🌈 for a happy moment between our muses!

A good part of the prison had been cleared, which allowed for moments of peace like this one. Susie and Shane sat at one of the tables in the courtyard, a few guns scattered in front of them: Rick's revolver, Shane's, the gun Daryl always carried on his bike, Carl's gun —Susie still couldn't believe he had a gun—, and some others, all being cleaned.

"When do I get a gun?" she questioned.

Shane stopped what he was doing to look up at her, an amused smile creeping on his lips before he realized she was serious and his brow furrowed slightly. "How old are you, twelve?"

"I'm fourteen, and you know that," Susie retorted. "Besides. What does it matter? Carl has one and he's younger."

"That's different."

"How so?"

Crap. Nobody warned him about how much of a pain in the ass being the adult responsible for a teenager could be. Perhaps it was that, that for once he was responsible, and putting a gun in her hand would mean he'd be responsible of anything she did with it. Maybe it was the fear of what he thought she might do, what many people would have done if they'd gone through what she had, seen what she saw, and were give a gun.

But deep down, he knew Susie was different. She was a strong kid, stronger, smarter, and more mature than some adults he'd met. He knew that if she wanted to end it all, she would have found a way by now, and there was nothing he could have done about it.

That was the most terrifying part.

"Carl keeps asking how his mom got pregnant," Susie spoke again, snapping him out of his dark thoughts. "He doesn't even know where babies come from, but he gets a gun." she leaned forward, lowering her voice. "Come on, I'd be responsible. I haven't shot one since the farm."

Her expression was a mix between determined and pleading, big green eyes threatening to stare right into his soul as she gave him puppy eyes. It'd been eight months of Shane taking care of her, eight long months after which he'd developed a soft spot for Susie, and she knew it, and she was using it against him.

The little asshole.

With a huff, Shane pointed a finger at her. "If I gave you a gun, you'd have to always keep it with you, and promise me you wouldn't treat it like a toy," he stated his demands. "The safety has to be on at all times unless absolutely necessary, and you will take care of it."

"I promise." Susie nodded quickly, her excitement growing.

Content for now, Shane gently pushed one of the unloaded guns across the table and towards her.

"You're giving me Glenn's?" Susie frowned. "I don't think–"

"Clean it–" Shane interrupted, turning back to what he'd been doing. "–and then we'll see about getting you one of your own."

A smile pulled at his lips as he glanced over a few times and noticed, with something akin to pride, that she cleaned the gun in a way that was quite similar to how he did.

[yellowpuppet]

Needs shading and probably a bolder outline and other stuff but for now have a charged doibus blorbocus who is very sad

[yellowpuppet]

[yellowpuppet]

Them!

[yellowpuppet]

doibus blorbocus "yellow" "david" ~~shrigis~~ ←↑→↓ no-—thoughts-haver rateyes Gribbleston or some shit

that's their name

[yellowpuppet]

Nice theory but surprises me that people don’t know Roy’s last name is GRIBBLESTON! But you don’t have to share a last name to be siblings for instance my last name is different to my half brothers so maybe Wally is Roy’s half brother IF you want to go the family route either way love that these two fandoms could be connected. Also the D on Yellow Guy’s shirt called mean Doi or David in our fandoms lore or could be the kind of batteries they use still I love people making the clear connection between fandoms . Uncle Wally is a cute concept I must have also Doi’s family are all messed up anyway with Roy and Lesley and their charged self so why not a messed up Uncle to add to the collection?!

[yellowpuppet]

[yellowpuppet]

I love Red and Duck and love the Red and Duck and Doi family trio but at the same time…

Sometimes Red and Duck are terrible friends to Doi! They belittle them for being ‘stupid’ and then are hypocritical when Doi is charged and can think for themselves. Saying that they are ‘wrong’ for being smarter now when the two of them criticised and mocked Doi before for being dumb!

Red and Duck never treated Doi as their equals and charged Doi knows this! It’s why we get that subtle but sad little shot where they say “ see you later then” and they go up the stairs by themselves. It’s also why they ask Lesley if they can stay with her. She at least seemed to have wanted them around even for just a bit. It’s even sadder if you consider that Doi’s own father shoved them away for chicken in the family episode too.

[yellowpuppet]

You know for a fact that Doi loves to watch stimboards especially ones centered on the colour green or a rainbow.