#AND THEY WERE BOTH MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS TOO?????

[sassysilcofan]

My addition to this lovely and gut-wrenching AU

Jayce and Mel get serious until they were engaged. Viktor starts to miss some days in the lab. He sometimes gets bedridden, his agony too much that he can barely move.

Jayce only notices his absence when he looked for Viktor to tell him he wants Viktor to be his best man. :3

Jayce discovers Viktor is terminally ill but didn't know that it was Hanahaki.

Jayce put off the wedding to start focusing on hextech again, and this time, with the goal of curing Viktor.

Viktor helps him with his research but he has already accepted his faith and just wanted to spend his last moments with Jayce.

A lot of possible endings here but two of my favorites are:

ANGST AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

Viktor tells Jayce to stop putting off his wedding. He understands that Jayce loves Mel, and would just want to see Jayce happy before he leaves. Jayce and Mel got married, and Viktor fights his death long enough so that it wouldn't ruin Jayce's special day. Jayce never knew about Viktor's feelings. Viktor never told him because he didn't want Jayce to force himself to love Viktor just to save him :(

ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING

Mel had an inkling about Viktor's illness and talks to Viktor and encourage him to tell Jayce about his feelings. Viktor is confused af why would Mel encourage him, but Mel just simply explains to Viktor that she loves Jayce and didn't want him to get hurt by losing Viktor. If Jayce chooses Viktor, then Mel would step aside, but if Jayce chooses Mel, then Mel promises to Viktor that she will ensure Jayce's happiness, for both of them and Viktor ;-;

Viktor confesses and Jayce gets confused about his feelings. Cancels the wedding and desperately works for a cure. Mel helps Jayce realize his feelings for Viktor!! Viktor is saved!!!!

and then it can end to a JayVik/MelJayVik pick ur cup of tea

Hanahaki AU where Viktor dies from unrequited love for Jayce.

Hanahaki is a rare disease where the afflicted coughs up flowers due to unreturned feelings. The plants consume the body and entangle the lungs, leaving the victim gasping for air.

Viktor accidentally swallows a petal in Zaun, long before the Academy. Since then, his health has been fragile, but he managed to live relatively normally.

Meeting Jayce changes everything. He can’t control his feelings, and resisting them only makes it worse. Viktor’s condition spirals.

He coughs up red flowers, as the color reminds him of Talis. The plants fill his chest and break through his skin, so he wears a sturdy corset to hide his illness.

When Jayce starts a relationship with Mel, Viktor truly begins to die. A night spent in the councilor’s bedroom triggers a near-fatal episode, and every kiss feels like unbearable agony. If Jayce were to truly love someone else... well...

[hotvintagepoll]

LAST POLL OF ROUND 4

Katharine Hepburn and Cary Grant (Holiday, Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story)—They're both unspeakably hot and putting them together only makes them that much hotter. Because physically attractive people are WAY hotter when they're also incredibly funny, and both of them are. They play off each other to perfection, and I could eat them both ❤️

Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing (The Curse of Frankenstein, The Horror of Dracula)—Obviously never canon romantic but the definition of toxic old man yaoi. Whether it's the look on Lee's face as Dracula about to bite Van Helsing in "Horror Of Dracula" (1958) or Cushing destroying his life and engagement to create Lee's monster in "Curse Of Frankenstein" (1957). Such a popular team that the "Dracula" sequel lifted their final fight from the original and used it as a prologue even though Cushing isn't in the rest of the film.

This is round 4 of a mini tournament. Each poll lasts for a week. Please reblog with propaganda for your favorite hot couple. To vote in all the polls, click here.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Hepburn and Grant:

Truly two of the hottest people ever to grace our screens and when you put them together, it's volcanic. They are totally magnetic on screen together, with the perfect love/hate chemistry. The ultimate 'you drive me crazy' couple, no one is doing it like them.

They are delight and joy and ALSO insanely hot together. Friendships have ended over the ship war of The Philadelphia Story, and you know what? Valid.

They are the hottest couple because they are clever, witty and beautiful. They spark off each other magnificently.

I feel like they’re almost too obvious to bother submitting but I’ve made that mistake before so Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. I present Bringing Up Baby and The Philadelphia Story as evidence, your honor

Perfect onscreen match in some of the greatest romcoms ever. My, they were yar!

Cary Grant & Katherine Hepburn! They're my favorites! Dapper & ridiculous both!

I'm sorry, that's not a very romantic pic, but I had to include the serenading the leopard

and the fluffy bathrobe!

Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee:

Not exactly propaganda but I received this ask after Cushing and Lee's submission:

oh, I completely missed the qualifiers for the couples poll! Nevemind. Unless we count characters attempting to murder one another in multiple movies as peak couple behavior, Cushing and Lee tragically don’t qualify.

Editor's note: in this case I'll absolutely count that as romantic.

[cosmerelists]

Cosmere Characters' Projects at a Middle School Science Fair

As requested by anon. :)

If Cosmere characters were children creating projects for their middle school science fair, what kinds of projects would they do? Per anon's request, it's Stormlight & Mistborn characters, and there are no WAT spoilers here!

1. Navani: Emulsion

Baby Navani: See? I put oil and water in this jar, and they don't mix at all! Baby Navani: But if I add an egg yolk and shake REALLY hard, then they do! Baby Navani: [beaming proudly]

2. The Lord Ruler: Baking Soda Volcano

Baby Lord Ruler: And when I add the vinegar (dyed black of course), then the volcano EXPLODES! Nearby Parent: H-Hey kid! Your volcano is getting EVERYWHERE! Baby Lord Ruler: Just as I planned.

3. Kelsier: Invisible Ink

Baby Kelsier: What's this? Just a blank piece of paper? Baby Kelsier: No! If I heat up this "blank" piece of paper, a secret message appears! Judge (reading): "You...have...won...the...science...fair?" Baby Kelsier: Wow, thanks!

4. Rlain: Tests Growing Conditions

Baby Rlain: And this is the control sunflower, which was grown normally... Baby Rlain: And this is the one I sang to! Judge: Wow! It's HUGE! Baby Rlain: [beaming]

5. Tien: Rock Collection

Baby Tien: And this is my rock collection! Baby Tien: All the rocks are very pretty! Judge: They certainly are. Which is your favorite? Baby Tien: All of them, of course!

6. Ham: Tests Human Psychology

Baby Ham: This is a chocolate bar, and this is two people standing back to back! Baby Ham: They hold up one finger if they want to split the chocolate bar, and two fingers if they want the whole chocolate bar. Baby Ham: If they both hold up one finger, they split it! If they both hold up two fingers, then they don't get anything. Baby Ham: But if one holds up one finger and one holds up two fingers, then Two Fingers gets the whole thing and One Finger gets nothing! Judge: Wow! And how's it going? Baby Ham: I hope this early look into the darkness of humanity doesn't affect me, ha ha!

7. Lift: Makes Ice Cream in a Bag

Baby Lift: [eating ice cream out of the bag while humming] Judge 1: Hmm...isn't that the kid who made sugar crystals last year? Judge 2: I think so, why? Judge 1: No reason I guess.

8. Dalinar: Potato Battery

Baby Dalinar: I made it because batteries are cool. Baby Dalinar: I wish I could be a big battery one day, supplying everyone with power. Judge: What

9. Steris: Elephant Toothpaste

Baby Steris (wearing goggles): ...And then, if I add the yeast-water mixture into my soap-peroxide mixture, it all foams up!! Baby Steris: Safe explosions are fun!

10. Wayne: Trades a Paperclip Into a Bicycle

Baby Wayne: And through a series of trades, I was able to take my paperclip and eventually end up with a bicycle! Judge: Wow, very industrious! What was the hardest trade? Baby Wayne: They're all pretty easy if you don't ask first! Judge: ... Baby Wayne: What?

11. Vin: Tests What Shape of Knife Flies The Farthest When Thrown

Baby Vin: [humming to herself as she flips a knife around in her hands] Judge 1: S-Someone should take all those knives away from that child! Judge 2: W-We tried!

12. Kaladin: Egg Drop

Baby Kaladin: Lots of eggs perished in my experiments. Baby Kaladin: ...Too many good eggs. Baby Kaladin: But eventually I figured it out! [Holds up egg completely covered in bubble wrap] This egg will never die! Judge: [peering at photographs on poster board] Is...this egg covered in the shells of other eggs? Baby Kaladin (stone-faced): I was pretty desperate at that point.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Glen Powell Imagine: From Scream Queens to Twisters

The press tour for Twisters had been a whirlwind—city after city, interview after interview, question after question. But for you and Glen? This wasn’t your first rodeo.

You’d known each other for nearly a decade, ever since you starred in Scream Queens together. You, the lead actress who carried the show with your razor-sharp delivery and undeniable screen presence. Glen, your on-screen love interest who played the cocky yet charming character that fans adored. Off-screen, that chemistry had turned into something real. Now, years later, you were both back in the spotlight, co-leading a major blockbuster—and still just as in love.

Sitting side by side on a plush couch during yet another interview, Glen’s arm draped casually along the backrest behind you. The interviewer grinned, looking between you both.

“Okay, let’s talk about the elephant in the room,” they said. “You two have played love interests before, back in Scream Queens.”

You smirked, knowing exactly where this was going. “Oh, we remember.”

Glen chuckled, shaking his head. “I mean, that was my first taste of working with her, and let’s be real—I was doomed from the start.”

The interviewer laughed. “So you knew back then?”

“I knew back then,” Glen confirmed, stealing a glance at you. “But she took her sweet time figuring it out.”

You nudged him playfully. “I had priorities.”

“Uh-huh,” Glen teased. “Big TV star, rockstar, multi-award-winning artist—you had things to do before settling for me.”

The interviewer’s eyebrows shot up. “I wouldn’t call Glen Powell ‘settling.’”

“Oh, I know,” you said, reaching over to rest a hand on Glen’s knee. “I just had to make him work for it.”

Glen grinned, placing his hand over yours. “And now she’s stuck with me.”

The interview moved on, but the knowing glances, the way he absentmindedly played with the rings on your fingers, the way you leaned into his touch—it was all there. You weren’t acting. You never had been.

Later That Night – Hotel Balcony

The city skyline stretched before you, lights twinkling as you sipped your drink. Behind you, Glen stepped onto the balcony, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

“Another day, another round of ‘How did you two fall in love?’” you mused.

Glen chuckled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’d think they’d know by now.”

You turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. “They just love the story.”

He smiled, brushing his fingers along your cheek. “I do too.”

You tilted your head. “Oh yeah? What’s your favorite part?”

Glen pretended to think. “Probably the part where I got to kiss my rockstar crush on national television every week and then somehow convinced her to date me in real life.”

You laughed. “And now we’re here.”

“Now we’re here,” he echoed, leaning in until your noses brushed. “Bigger movie, bigger stage, same love story.”

You smiled against his lips. “And you’re still trying to charm me.”

Glen smirked. “Always.”

And when he kissed you, it felt just like it had back then—like a scene you never wanted to end.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Top Shelf - Jack Daniels X Female Reader

Title: The Top Shelf

Jack Daniels X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Ginger, Tequila (Mentioned), and Champ (Mentioned)

WC: 5,707

Warnings: Short Reader (mentioned to be below the average height for a woman), Kingsman canon violence mentioned (ie. killing/death), cursing, italics, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, Jack being Jack, jealousy, age gap very briefly mentioned, suggestive, slight angst, and fluff

You were going to kill whoever put your special snack on the top shelf. Actually, maybe you would torture them a bit first. Everyone in Statesman knew you couldn’t reach the high shelves, they knew that you had your own special cupboard to hide your snacks, and yet, your stuff somehow made its way to the top shelf. You knew you didn’t put them up there. 

Now, standing in the kitchen, staring up at the top shelf, you glared at it; all the while, you were thinking about all the possible weapons you could use to cause harm on the person responsible. You were short, pretty short. You were below the average height for a woman, and you were mighty proud of it. Most people, mostly when you were still in school, would always say how lucky they were to be tall. 

“Oh, I can reach things easier.”

“I can see easier in crowds.”

“I am the perfect height to be a model.”

Ugh. It was annoying as hell. There were a lot of things that you could do too. You could make your way through crowds easier, sliding through gaps. You got a lot more leg room in cars and planes. You could fit into smaller spaces; which oddly helped in your line of work. And you were often seen as less intimidating in social situations, which definitely helped in your line of work. 

Being short was amazing, but not when people actively tried to make it harder for you. 

And so, here you were, arms crossed as you tried to make up your mind on how you were going to get your favorite snack. You had three options. One; grab a chair or stool. Two; climb the counter and stand on it to reach. Or, three; ask for help. And you were not going to ask for help. You liked most of your co-workers, but you were a grown-ass woman - strong and independent - and you didn’t need help. 

But, it seemed that fate - or destiny - was going to delay your snack time. 

“You need any help, sugar?” You heard the deep, smooth southern voice behind you, and you immediately sighed. Even though you drank two cups of coffee that morning, his presence always made you oddly exhausted. 

Turning around, you frowned, staring up at the man who had that stupid grin on his face. “No, I do not need help, Whiskey.”

The cowboy raised an eyebrow, eyes lifting to your snack and back down to you, “Are you sure?” He placed his hands on his hips, jutting out a hip, “I could grab that for you, if you want.”

You mimicked him, jutting out your own hip, your eyes narrowing, “No, thank you, Whiskey. I can get it on my own.”

Whiskey raised both his hands up in the air in defence before backing away, making you sigh and turn back around. 

You huffed, biting your bottom lip as you started at the shelf. Maybe if you jumped just right, you could knock the damn thing down. Or if you really committed to climbing the counter… No… After the day you had? A grueling mission, a headache that wouldn’t quit… No, maybe it would be best to ask someone for help. Not from Whiskey or Tequila, but maybe Ginger would help you. You two were very close, so you doubted that she wouldn’t help.

With a spin, you turned around, planning to leave to seek out Ginger, but you jumped, letting out a squeak. 

Jack- Whiskey was still there.

Leaning against the entrance way, his arms were crossed over his broad chest. That stupid smirk of his hadn’t faded, either. Jack’s smirk only widened, having the gall to look you up and down.

“Why are you still here?” You asked, crossing your arms again.

He didn’t miss a beat, “Enjoyin’ the view.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “You’re insufferable.” You moved, slipping past him, muttering out an ‘I hate you,’ for good measure, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Mm,” He hummed, tilting his head as he watched you go, “You love me, sugar.”

You ignored him, forcing yourself to keep walking down the hall. Except, despite your best efforts, your mind drifted back to him. God, you loathed him. Him with his perfect body, perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect eyes, perfect voice, perfect- ugh. You hated him. 

Ever since you started at Statesman, Whiskey - or Jack, as he told you that you could call him, but you never did - spent a lot of time with you. He’d seek you out sometimes, just to ask a dumb question that either Ginger or Champ could answer. He’d talk to you the most outside of missions, and even during missions, and by ‘talk,’ you meant flirt. He was such a damn flirt. It wasn’t just the smirks or the innuendos. It was the way he always made you the center of his attention. The way his voice dropped just a little lower when he spoke to you, and just you. The way he’d look at you like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And maybe, just maybe, that was the worst part.

Not to mention that, despite being so… Flirtatious with you, he would always stay a gentleman. He wouldn’t push things too far. He wouldn’t make you genuinely uncomfortable. For all his teasing and smooth-talking, there was a line he never crossed. Jack Daniels could be a cocky bastard, sure - but he was also a gentleman. And maybe that was what irritated you the most. Because if he was just another flirt with no sense of boundaries, you could dismiss him. You could roll your eyes, scoff, and walk away without a second thought.

But no. He had to be charming. He had to be kind. He had to have that damn Southern drawl that made your name sound sweeter than honey. And worst of all?

He had to make you like him.

And sometimes, you wished you could just have a real conversation with him. No flirting. No smirks. No subtle innuendos. No trying to get you all flustered. Just a real talk. But with Jack Daniels? With Agent Whiskey? That seemed damn near impossible.

You pushed open the door to the tech lab, stepping inside to find Ginger working away at her station, fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease. She didn’t look up as you fully entered, too focused on whatever complicated codes or systems she was working on.

With a dramatic sigh, you made your way to an empty chair - one of the spinny ones, thankfully - and all but collapsed into it, giving yourself a slow, lazy spin. At that, the corners of Ginger’s lips quirked up in amusement, though she still didn’t glance away from her screen.

You never really understood high-tech or coding. It just wasn’t your thing. Yeah, you were pretty good on a phone or computer. You did the basics and even a few tricks you picked up through the years. You could even use a fax machine, but you liked being in the action, doing the fieldwork, bringing justice. You left the screens and wires to Ginger, trusting that whatever magic she worked back here kept you alive out there.

Slouching slightly, you swayed the chair side to side, another softer sigh slipping past your lips. 

Finally, Ginger spoke. 

“Bad day?” She asked, a knowing lilt to her voice. 

You sighed again, “You have no idea.”

“I kind of do,” Her grin widened, “I was watching over you and your mission this morning.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You muttered tiredly.

Ginger hummed, still typing away, “Whiskey?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you gave the chair one last spin. “...Yeah.”

Ginger finally stopped typing, finding a stopping point, and turning in her chair to face you as you lazily pushed your chair with your feet, rolling yourself closer until you were right beside her. She studied you for a moment, clearly amused but also curious.

“What’d he do this time?” She asked.

You huffed, leaning forward against the desk, resting your elbow on it and pressing your cheek into the palm of your hand. “He was just being himself today,” You muttered, voice heavy with exhaustion. “Flirting, smirking, calling me ‘sugar’ like it’s his damn job.” Ginger snorted, waiting for you to continue. You sighed again. “Honestly? I’m more pissed about something else.”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, intrigued. “Oh? Was it Tequila?”

“No, not him,” You sat up a little, frowning, “I went to the kitchen to grab a snack, right? But when I got there, it was on the top shelf. My special snack. The one that I always keep in my cupboard. 

Ginger’s lips twitched, and you could tell that she was trying not to laugh.

“And?”

“And I can’t reach it,” You grumbled, flopping back against the chair, “I swear, not being able to have my snack was more annoying than Whiskey today.”

At that, Ginger actually laughed, shaking her head. “Now that’s saying something.”

You nodded, pursing your lips as you began slightly turning the chair again. Ginger knew about your… Situation with Whiskey. You wouldn’t say everyone knew, but occasionally, Tequila would throw out some comment about how Whiskey was like your loyal puppy, always following you around, eager for your attention. It was annoying. And mostly untrue.

Mostly. 

But Ginger? Ginger knew. And, more importantly, she knew about the part you refused to admit out loud - the part where, despite all of your frustration, all of the teasing and bickering, you were attracted to the older man. You trusted Ginger. With your life - both figuratively and literally. You knew whatever you said here, in the privacy of her tech lab, would never leave the room.

And yeah, she teased you sometimes. Tired to nudge you toward saying something to Whiskey instead of just glaring at him across the room or table during mission briefings. But she never pushed too hard. She knew when to joke and when to let you be. 

“You know,” She trailed off, “I could always call Whiskey in here to help you with your snack problem…”

You only groaned, letting your head drop onto the desk. “Ginger. No.” You answered, your voice muffled from your arms. 

You lifted your head just enough to give Ginger your best pout, eyes wide and pleading. “That’s why I came to you,” You said, “I was hoping you’d be a dear and grab it for me.”

“And why can’t you just ask Whiskey for help?”

You groaned again, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “Ginger, I know you are just pulling my leg, but come on! You are missing the point!” You sat up straighter, launching into a full-on rant. “If I ask him, then he’s gonna tease the ever-loving crap out of me. He’ll say something about how he’d love to help me out or some other nonsense that’ll make my cheeks all hot, which is annoying! And then, if I let him help, not only will his ego grow, but the next time this happens - god forbid - he’s gonna make it a huge thing!” You gestured kind of wildly. “Like, ‘Oh, need my help again, sugar?’ or ‘I think you just like havin’ me around, sweetheart.’” You mimicked his voice, lowering your own and adding his Southern accent on it. “And I know he’s the one putting my snacks up there in the first place, just to mess with me!” You let out a deep breath when you finally finished rambling, your arms falling limp at your sides. Ginger blinked at you, lips twitching, clearly holding back some laughter.

“... Alright, alright,” She relented, shaking her head, “I’ll help you.”

You let out a sigh of relief, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re a lifesaver, Ginger,” You said, standing up as she did.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.” She teased, nudging your shoulder as you both exited the lab. As you walked side by side down the hall, Ginger glanced down at you, “So, what’s this snack, anyway?”

You perked up slightly, “My jumbo family-size bag of chips - my favorite flavor,” You emphasized, “I just got them last time I went out, and I’ve been dying for the right day to open them up.” You sighed wistfully, already picturing the evening ahead. “And tonight is the night. After I get my chips, all I want to do is go to my room, collapse on my bed, cuddle up with my favorite blanket, and put on my favorite movie.”

Ginger hummed in approval, “Solid plan.” As you neared the kitchen, she glanced at you again. “So… Aside from Whiskey, who do you think would’ve put your snack up there?”

You shrugged, “If it wasn’t him, then it was Tequila.” But as you turned the corner into the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks. There, sitting right on the counter, were your chips. Someone had pulled them down for you. Your brows furrowed as you slowly stepped forward, staring at the bag.

“Huh.” Ginger stopped beside you.

You glanced around, as if expecting someone to jump out, but the kitchen was empty.

“…Weird,” You muttered, reaching out to grab the bag. You stared down at the chip bag in your hands, your eyes narrowed in suspicion. Your eyebrows furrowed as your lips pressed into a tight line. Ginger, who had casually leaned against the fridge, tilted her head as she observed you.

“You know who would’ve pulled it down for you?” She asked, a knowing look in her eyes.

You tilted your head, eyes still fixed on the bag as you sighed. “I might have a clue,” You muttered, clearly still trying to wrap your head around the situation. “Thanks, Ginger,” You added, flashing her a small smile as you turned to leave. “Have a goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

As you walked down the hallway, the weight of your thoughts started to sink in, and just like that, Whiskey’s presence seemed to take over your mind once more. For the millionth time today, he invaded your thoughts. It was almost impossible not to think about him - his smirk, the teasing tone of his voice, the way he always seemed to know just what to say to get under your skin. 

You weren’t entirely sure if it was him who had pulled the chips down for you. But Whiskey was the only person who knew you had been eyeing that snack that was too high up to reach.

It frustrated you - more than you were willing to admit. Why couldn’t you just hate him, like you always claimed? You stopped in your tracks for a moment, letting out a frustrated sigh. You were finding it more and more difficult to pretend you hated him and it was becoming a problem. It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. But here you were. 

~~~

Does this person know that you have plans on killing them?

You stared up at the top shelf, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Once again, your snacks had been moved. This time, it was your candy.

It had been a couple of days since the chip incident, and now you were starting to wonder if this was a full-fledged conspiracy. At this point, you were getting really annoyed. Maybe it was time to just keep all your snacks in your room and save yourself the trouble.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you turned around, already planning to find Ginger and ask for help again - only to nearly jump out of your skin. Whiskey stood there, leaning casually against the counter with that infuriatingly smug grin.

You slapped a hand over your beating heart, glaring up at him. “God, stop doing that,” You huffed.

His grin widened. “Darlin’, I figured you, of all people, would’ve known I was standin’ here. Ain’t you supposed to be a top-tier agent?”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling sharply. “Yeah, well, I guess I’ve been too busy trying to figure out who the hell keeps moving my snacks.” You raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who’d do such a thing, would you?”

Whiskey shook his head, an innocent smile stretching across his face. “No clue, sweetheart.”

Liar.

You didn’t believe him for a second, but before you could call him out, he casually strolled past you, making his way to the coffee maker.

And that’s when your brain short-circuited. Your eyes followed him instinctively, trailing down as he moved. The way his jeans fit - God help you - was downright unfair. Your mind screamed at you to stop staring, to look away, to get a grip. But your heart? Your heart was having a much harder time listening. Hell, it was only fair for you to stare at him. He stared at you all the time and teased you relentlessly about it. Turnabout was fair play, right?

Your gaze lingered a moment longer before you quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t caught you. But, of course, you weren’t that lucky.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that, sugar, and I’m gonna start thinkin’ you like what you see,” Whiskey drawled, amusement dripping from his voice as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Your eyes snapped back to his face, heat creeping up your neck when you saw him already looking at you. “I was not looking at you.”

Whiskey took a slow sip of his coffee, smirking over the rim of his mug. “Oh, darlin’… Don’t lie to me.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes again. “I hate you.”

Whiskey leaned against the counter opposite of you, sipping his coffee with that smirk still in place. “Sure you do, baby.”

“‘Baby?’ That one’s new.” You turned away from him, trying your best to ignore him as you glared up at your candy, still annoyingly out of reach. You really didn’t want to trek all the way to Ginger’s lab again, only for the candy to somehow miraculously appear on the counter like last time. You felt bad dragging her all the way here just for her help when it hadn’t even been necessary.

With a deep, resigned sigh, you finally muttered in stubborn defeat, “Whiskey… Can you help me?” 

You didn’t have to look at him to know his grin widened. You heard it in the smug silence that stretched out before you heard the quiet clink of his coffee mug being set down. Then came the slow, deliberate footsteps. You barely had time to react before his presence pressed close. Your breath hitched as his chest brushing against your back, the warmth of him seeping through your clothes. One of his hands curled around your upper arm as he reached up with the other, easily plucking your candy from the top shelf. And just as quickly, he moved away, his hip bumping against the counter as he leaned against it, looking down at you with that insufferable, satisfied grin.

“Here ya go, darlin’,” He drawled, holding out the bag - only to pop a piece of candy into his mouth before handing it over.

You gaped at him. “Hey!”

He winked. “Payment.”

And with that, he sauntered off, whistling as he went, leaving you standing there, your face burning hotter than a furnace. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, your body still tense from the lingering warmth of him. Pressing your back against the counter, you gripped the edge with both hands, your fingers curling tightly around it as if that would somehow ground you.

Why did he have to make things so complicated?

Your heart was still racing, your face still hot, and your breathing was irregular. Snapping your head toward the kitchen doorway, you shouted, “I still hate you!”

There was a beat of silence before his voice rang back down the hall, smooth and teasing-

“Liar.”

Your grip tightened on the counter as you clenched your jaw, staring after him.

That man was going to be the death of you.

~~~

It had been a long mission. A draining one.

All you wanted to do was grab something to eat, lock yourself in your room, and not emerge for the rest of the day. You weren’t needed for anything else, and your mission paperwork? That could be done just as easily from the comfort of your bed. You were exhausted, body aching, but if you were being honest, that wasn’t the only reason you were in such a sour mood.

No, that had everything to do with Whiskey. Normally, working with him wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Sure, he was insufferable, always teasing, always finding new ways to get under your skin, but you could usually go about your job, ignoring him to an extent. But this mission? This mission had made that almost impossible.

It was difficult enough, requiring both of you to be at the top of your game. You had gotten the information you needed - you sneaking in to grab the hard drive while Whiskey ran his distraction. And it had worked. Flawlessly.

Except… It was his distraction that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You never thought it would bother you. Not really. But watching him turn on the charm, flashing that signature smirk, whispering sweet nothings into some stranger woman’s ear, touching them so casually, so easily-

You had no right to be upset. It was just a mission. And yet, you were upset.  But, green was not a pretty color on you. 

You stood there, staring up at the top shelf in the kitchen, your gaze fixed on the bag of chips that had been placed there again. For the third time in a row. It wasn’t just the chips. It wasn’t about the bag of snacks at all, really. It was about everything else. The mission. The way Whiskey had acted. The way he always acted, and the way you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it. Your mind was tangled in a mess of frustration, jealousy, and... Something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

You stood there, frozen, staring at the chips, replaying the mission again and again in your head. You were so lost in your head, so absorbed by your own swirling emotions, that you didn’t even hear Whiskey enter the room. His humming filled the space briefly, but it faded as soon as he saw you.

He stopped, his head tilting to the side as his gaze fell on you, his eyes narrowing as he observed your face. He stood there for a moment, studying you. "Need some help?" He asked, voice light, teasing.

You didn’t even look at him. “No.” The word came out softer than you intended.

Whiskey’s grin faltered, and he took a step forward. His brows furrowed as he approached, now genuinely concerned. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer at first, your eyes still fixed on the top shelf. The silence stretched between you, and you could feel his eyes on you. You almost wished he would say something - tease you, make it light again - but instead, he stayed silent, waiting for you to speak.

But you didn’t. You didn’t know what to say.

Whiskey took a step closer, moving with that familiar, confident grace. He found his spot where he had stood just days ago - his side pressed against the counter, just a foot or so away from you, his presence still as intimidating as it was comforting. His eyes were trained on you, no longer teasing, but genuine concern written across his face.

“Want to talk about it, sugar?” He asked, his voice low as his hand reached up, fingers brushing against a few strands of your hair, tucking it gently behind your ear. “Might help.”

You took a step back. All the weeks of frustration - the teasing, the confusion, the ridiculous tension that hung between you two - came rushing to the surface. You couldn’t stop it. “Can you just stop teasing me all the time?” You blurted, shaking your head. “It’s not fair that you always play with my feelings like this.” Your voice cracked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “You’re always messing with me, making me question everything - whether you care or not. And I-” You cut yourself off, you had already said a bit too much.

You expected him to laugh it off, maybe smirk. But instead, Whiskey’s expression shifted. His eyes softened for a split second before they hardened, and in one swift motion, he stepped forward, his hands landing on your waist. Without warning, he lifted you, effortlessly placing you onto the counter in front of him.

Your hands instinctively landed on his shoulders, gripping them for stability, but as soon as you were placed on the counter, your palms dropped to your lap, your body frozen in surprise. Your heart raced as you stared up at him, eyes wide, and your breath caught in your throat. He was right there, so close you could feel the heat of his body. His face was a mere foot from yours, his expression less playful and more serious than you had ever seen. And his eyes, so dark, like chocolate, they were searching, confused.

His small frown deepened, his eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean I don’t care?” Whiskey asked, his voice soft but firm.

For a moment, all you could do was stare at him, caught between wanting to push him away and feeling an overwhelming urge to pull him closer. Your mouth felt dry, the words stuck in your throat. 

You opened your mouth, but it was like the tension in the room made everything seem miles away, your thoughts jumbled. You ignored his earlier question, focusing instead on what had been eating at you. “Then why do you tease me so much?” Your voice was quieter this time, but the frustration still seeped through. "If this was all some kind of game-"

“You think I’m playin’ a game with you?” He cut you off before you could finish, his voice low and serious, with an edge that made you freeze. You nodded, your eyes dropping to your hands in your lap. “Look at me.” His voice was firm, insistent. Slowly, reluctantly, you did. “I ain’t playin’ with you,” Whiskey said, his tone softer now but no less intense. His hands moved to the counter beside you, leaning in close, effectively caging you in. “And I never have been.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, heart racing. Was he serious? Was he telling the truth? You couldn’t think, couldn’t move, but everything inside you screamed to reach for him. To believe him. But you were still afraid. You dropped your gaze, unable to hold his stare any longer. But he wasn’t having that.

Whiskey moved closer as he raised a hand, tugging his cowboy hat off and tossing it onto the counter beside you without a second thought. His fingers brushed along your skin as he reached for your chin, gently tilting your head up, forcing your eyes to meet his. His gaze searched yours, his fingers barely grazing along your jawline. He sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly, before his voice filled the space between you.

“Sugar, if you think for one damn second that I don’t mean every word I say to you, then you don’t know me half as well as I thought.” His fingers trailed along your cheek, “I tease you ‘cause I like seein’ you all riled up, yeah. But I sure as hell ain’t playin’ with you. I do care.” He sighed deeply, “You got me all twisted up, darlin’. And I don’t know what else I gotta do to prove it to you.”

His confession hung heavy in the air, settling deep in your chest. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t teasing - this was real. And it scared you more than anything.

You swallowed hard, a tiny sigh escaped your lips before you muttered, barely above a whisper, “I hate you.”

Whiskey’s lips twitched, the smallest hint of a smile appearing as he shook his head. “No, you don’t,” He said, his voice softer now, steady.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his touch lingering, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. But he didn’t close the distance - he stopped just short. You couldn’t look away. His eyes held you, drawing you in. Every breath you took seemed to sync with his, the space between you shrinking with every passing second.

Nervously, your hand slid to his on the counter, “Jack,” The sound of it barely escaping your lips.

He let you a shaky breath at the sound, so sweet from your lips. He leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours, his hand moving to fully cup your cheek, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing along your skin; his hand on the counter moved, resting on your waist. His gaze flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes, giving you a chance to pull away.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

The moment his plush lips pressed against yours, a shiver ran down your spine. The kiss was slow at first, testing, his lips moving against yours with a softness that sent your heart hammering against your ribs. A sigh escaped you, your eyelashes fluttering along your cheeks as your hands instinctively slid up his shoulders, wrapping around his neck. Your fingers found their way into the hair at the nape of his neck, threading through the soft strands before giving a gentle tug.

Jack let out a low, guttural grunt, the sound vibrating against your lips. His grip on your waist tightened slightly as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His other hand slid along your jaw, fingers curling around the side of your neck, his thumb brushing over your pulse - where your heartbeat pounded wildly beneath his touch. The kiss was breathtaking. Dizzying. It stole the air right from your lungs, leaving you lightheaded in the best way possible. His lips moved against yours with a maddening mixture of tenderness and intensity, like he’d been waiting for this - aching for it - just as much as you had.

A soft whimper escaped you before you could stop it, your body pressing closer to his instinctively. Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging once more, and Jack groaned against your mouth, his grip on you tightening; swallowing every tiny sound you made like he needed them to breathe. Your legs parted slightly where you sat on the counter, and Jack took full advantage, stepping between them, his hand on your waist sliding down to your hip, thumb brushing over the exposed skin just above your waistband. His lips trailed over your bottom lip, teasing, before he stole another deep, lingering kiss, his breath mixing with yours, making your head spin.

His lips brushed against yours one last time before he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting lightly against yours. His breath was heavy, warm, fanning over your lips as his thumb traced slow, lazy circles against your hip. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of what just happened settled between you, thick and undeniable. Jack’s eyes searched yours, dark and unreadable, before the corner of his lips curled into the faintest smirk.

“Well, sweetheart,” He murmured, his voice husky, still laced with the remnants of the kiss. “That sure didn’t feel like hate.”

You let out a small huff, still feeling quite breathless. Before you could say anything back, Jack’s hands found your waist again, his grip firm yet gentle as he effortlessly lifted you off the counter, setting you on your feet. The warmth of his touch lingering even after he let go. Wordlessly, he reached up and grabbed your bag of chips from the top shelf, handing them to you with an easy smirk.

Then, he casually asked, “Feel like hittin’ up a diner with me tonight?”

You stared at him for a moment, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Your heart was racing, your lips warm and tingling, and now he was asking you to dinner like it was nothing? Like he hadn’t just kissed you breathless?

You clutched the bag of chips to your chest, exhaling through your nose. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

Jack just grinned, tilting his head. “That a yes, sugar?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Yeah… It’s a yes.”

His grin widened, pure satisfaction flashing in his eyes. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You scoffed, smacking his arm lightly before turning away. As you left the kitchen, Jack’s voice rang out behind you. “I’ll pick you up at six!”

You glanced over your shoulder, a smirk tugging at your own lips. “Don’t be late!”

He just chuckled, his voice muffled as you turned the corner and practically speed-walked down the hall. The excitement from the kiss still buzzed in your veins, making your steps feel light and fast. You reached your room, shutting the door behind you with a soft thud. For a moment, you just stood there, leaning against the door, your heart still racing. You pressed your fingers to your lips, replaying the kiss in your mind. A soft, almost giddy giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Meanwhile, Jack stood in the kitchen, hands on his hips, a smile on his face. He stared at the floor for a moment. Then, his eyes flicked up to the top shelf, and with a mischievous grin, he walked over to your cupboard. With a smooth motion, he grabbed your fruit snack box and placed it high up on the shelf. Picking up his cowboy hat from the counter, he placed it back on his head. With a final glance toward the doorway you had disappeared through, he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

“Damn,” He muttered to himself, running a hand over his jaw before turning on his heel and striding out of the kitchen.

Six o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

~~~

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Lil' list of out of Character things ol' Vivz has made me do: 🌾

1. try to assassinate my target in a public place, filled with witnesses, not hidin my face in th' slightest, missing my shots, and doing all o' that in front of the lovely lady that hired me while the writin made it obvious she called for my services.

2. The statue. Not only was it introduced in the episode that I was suddenly n' outa the blue decided to be repulsed by anythin sexual, but as one of you lovely little things said: its somethin that vermin "Chaz" would do. Not sumthn i would think up.

But after ol' Vivz thought it was a brilliant idea to say that her deer boy- Alastor, was only Aro/Ace because he couldnt love anyone 'cept himself, im not shocked that i kept the sex repulsed aspect t' myself.

Its also not suprisin t' say that all of Vivz other characters that are Ace ('cause there are no other Aro's) are either shown t' be Jackasses or children.

Pardon, i mean child, 'cause shes the only Ace that isn't shown t' be a complete tool. 'N even then she ain't anywhere near bein one of Vivz favorite characters, she's even gettin damn near harassed by some of the vermins that watch this show.

(☀️OOC:// Admin does not HC Striker as ace-spec, but is not anti Ace-spec Striker! If you HC him as Ace maybe this blog's striker just hasnt realized it yet lol IDK. I just think its insane to pretend your show is queer friendly when you tweet dumbass aphobic shit like "Alastor cant love anyone more than himself so thats why hes aro/ace!!!" paraphrasing - i dont have the actual screenshot but if anyone wants to send it to me id love that - ☀️)

3. Kidnappin and tormentin that prissy rich bird instead of jus' finishing the damn job i was bein' paid to do. First of all, why did the Lady tell me to "give 'em the real royal treatment" when the last time we interacted, she told me to just go and off him, no torture needed? If the Lady that hired me had told me to kidnap and torture 'im, why would i take shots at him with a blessed weapon? The fact that they had t' get the Lady to call me and tell me not t' kill him just adds a whole 'nother level of stupid to it all.

4. That scene in Oops where - out o' nowhere, suddenly and inexplicably, i jus' happen to see Blitz and his friend outside the exact buildin that i'm residin in, and i manage to kidnap them too. As well as it being at the exact moment im asked to bring somethin valuable in. What a coincidence.

5. Workin with Crimson in general, What was my motivation, means, an reasoning? What purpose did i have t' be workin with an idiot that doesnt even do background checks on the moron he's marryin off t' his son. It sounded like i was applyin for a job, but what was the job? what was i bein hired to do besides "kill anyone"? What does Crimson even do? Hes barely explained to be a mob boss, but thats about all we know 'bout him.

6. Showin my face in a ransom video that Crimson was sendin off to a Sin. Have i forgotten what being an assassin is? I competed in the Harvest Moon Festival to blend in so i could get my kill, it was also just a bit o' fun for me, bein a cowboy n' all. Plus, i was supposed to have gotten my kill without anyone knowin it was me, thats what the Long range weapon was for. But this aint' a Festival, this is Ransom. Nobody but a damn idiot would show their face to one of the 7 Deadly sins in a ransom video.

7. Gettin distracted by Fizzarolli's performance. I dont really count it as funny when it paints everyone in the room to be a complete idiot that gets distracted by two imps that are clearly trying to distract us. Just t' make us all look like blundering buffoons for a laugh. If i'm s'posed t' be a villain, I should have shot them both down the second they were loose.

8. Losin my mind at th' end of Oops. Not entirely sure why i was so strung up and irritated that whole episode, but i guess being trigger happy makes for an easier joke and more sudden episodic climax.

9. Scars on the wrong side of my face. Someone doesnt pay their workers enough to notice or care. Frankly i wont be blaming any o' the artists for that lil' mishap, 'cause Vivz should be payin and treatin them better. On a kinder note i do think my trial outfit fits me nicely.

Might be updatin this list at some point, 'cause Everything i do seems to be out of character. 🌾

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﹙💌﹚ a heart made of marble,

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                               🏹 knight of idrila, argenti— how it must feel to be loved by someone like argenti ( or in which you walk straight into his surprise gift )

grand gestures of affection were normal for argenti, and for you, too. so for as long as you’ve been together, there’s this unspoken rule to try and playfully one-up each other in their own game. it mostly ,and if not always, lead to the both of you laughing under your breaths as the flush of love overtakes your cheeks in a pretty shade of pink.

with valentines coming up, you’ve been trying to sneak your way around the knight. trying your hardest to not expose your plans. you fully expected argenti to catch you by now—a messy kitchen, ingredients flying and wedging itself into every little crack and crevice, and even the smell of your adoration manifesting itself in your quaint little home, argenti does not notice. 

until you find the hidden cavern of his planned worship. 

you stand frozen in place, mouth hung open as you cradle a shaking hand to your jaw. tears well up in your eyes as you quietly enter his workspace with lithe footsteps, fearing all his hard work would crumble if you stepped on the floorboards too hard. 

grand gestures of affection were normal for him—his love for beauty knows no bound, and it often left you wondering why he chose to stay with you. you could barely, if not at all, compare to the sights and people argenti has met under the guidance of his aeon. all unique and noteworthy of love in their own special ways. but you? you were an ordinary person, barely able to reciprocate his emotions without drowning in them like a child lost at sea. 

argenti was the entire universe, holding every planet and nebula with compassionate hands. while you were a star, small and barely noticeable if you don’t know where to look, incomparable to the oceans he’s swimmed in and flowers he’s picked. you could not be taken from the skies and cradled in his hands because you refuse to leave your home.

but that’s the thing with argenti, he will always find a way to gently pluck you hair by hair from the sky and place you right inside the space reserved in his heart.

“oh dear…”

you turn back in a hurry, and there stood your knight in shining armor. hair set ablaze by fields of roses and eyes as fresh as spring. a frown settles on his lips when he realized you had walked straight into the surprise he’s kept under a satin cloth of your favorite color. 

“you weren’t supposed to be here, my dear,” he murmured, taking easy steps until he’s face to face with you. like the gentleman that he is, his armored hand catches yours before you could slip away and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, eyes zoned in on you as if to say “i see you. won’t you come stay?” without actually uttering a word. a small smile twitched from your lips as argenti stands tall. hand still in his as he guided you forward—closer to his place of reverence. 

“how long have you been working on this?” you asked in quiet marvel.

argenti smiled, guiding your hand to glide across the smooth marble. letting your fingers dip to every curve, bump, and detail you’d only assume would have taken years of practice to achieve. this was how argenti viewed you. 

“time is simply irrelevant in the face of such beauty,” he replied in quiet joy. “my dear, why do you not see yourself as so?”

as if sensing your doubts from miles away, he pulled you closer until your chest hit the metal armor protecting his heart. and yet, you feel the core of his being beat in the rhythm of your name—warmth seeping into you as if he wanted you to melt right into him. and you do. melt like a puddle in his arms if it meant being protected by him.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to ruin your surprise? i’ll make it up to you somehow,” it sounded more like a question than a reply but argenti merely chuckles in response.

“there’s no need, my dear. but if you insist,” argenti pulled away, just enough for you to come face to face again. in mere moments, his lips are pressed to forehead in a quiet promise. “will you kindly free your schedule next friday? i think it’s only fair you compensate me with your presence after your snooping.”

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Afrolatino Percy Jackson thoughts dump i wanna put on blue baja blast

His name would NOT be Perseus.It dosen't roll off the tongue in spanish at all so Sally would name him Perseo

His middle name would also be Isadore,which is both of greek origin and a name an african american mom would absolutely name her son

Lightskin Percy is one ugly ass motherfucker and book innacurate.He looks exactly like Poseidon so poc Percy can't be mixed(but he would multietchnic by default,as he is canonically).Poseidon is afrogreek,Sally is afro-dominicana and they're both darkskin with strong features

If you make Percy black but not punk you're being weird and ignorant.Punk Percy is canon and black people created punk culture-starting in New Yorker at the same time it did England!!!-so there's no reason your Percy shouldn't not only be punk but AFROpunk.Grunge/Skater boy Percy isn't canon anyway and was popularized by white people projection so it has no say in afrolatino Percy

He had crushes on Starfire/Teen Titans 2003 Koriand'r and 1997/Brandy's Cinderella and they shaped his taste in women.He's black4black and yes,this includes when it comes to men.Jason was giving black biracial natural blonde in the books and Percy never had crushes on Luke or any male gods and Beckendorf was basically his older brother so he didn't have a crush on him either.Not every queer man liked older men as a kid but especially not Percy,whomst canonically hates older men for being older men.Too many of you are so flipadipping stupid💔

'Black boys glow blue in the moonlight' from Moonlight is extremely Percy-coded and he cried so hard he almost threw up watching I Saw The Tv Glow for the first time

His personality,experiences,treatment and perception(in-universe)are very representative of black autistics,especially but not limited to amab ones

^Stating amab because Percy reads as an afrolatino with a complex relathionship to gender that's healed with rejection of white masculinity and embracing black femininity culminating in identifying as transfem and bigender(he/they/she/neos)

Thalia,Rachel and Silena were black-coded too,Thalia as AA and Silena as creole but Rachel as nigerian yoruba with inmigrant parents,and this is why in the latter two cases they connected so well and clashed with Thalia as an intracommunity conflict metaphor.Thalia is platonically the stud to Percy's femme(tomboy/girly girl black sisters),Perachel haters are whole ass weirdos and Charlena was black love

Nico wasn't quite black-coded but he works better as black than white.He's a lot like 'soft sunshine nerdy black boy who's also ultra powerful and a little shit' characters and his name is literally Nico di Angelo,a black ass name as much as Percy Jackson is.Plus we need more black goth kid rep and my jamaican friend said it's a trope that black girls only have white siblings so that only made me headcanon black Nico further.He had an afro and when he's 17(in my Toa fixit/replacement,Tales of Dead Seas),he switches to dreads with a bun in the back

Percy and Hazel are so girldad and adoptive lesbian daughter he found and bonded with during the movie's/game's quest-coded.As has been pointed out by other black Pjo fans,their relathionship reads as black solidarity amongst a group of mostly nonblacks and she's the third to his and Nico's trio,called the Dead Sea Siblings since 1.Nico is the son of Hades,Hazel is the daughter of Pluto and Percy is the son of the sea god and 2.They're mediterranean by virtue of their greek heritage and Nico's italian too.Their bond deserved to be expanded on instead of discarded and so did Hazel as her own character and she's a Tods mc and gets her own solo book titled 'Hazel-Blood'.Sally is Percy's queen and Hazel is Percy's princess

His favorite music genres are rap,metal,bedroom rock and lo-bi beats,the last one influenced by Hazel's obsession with them.He can play guitar and he grew up listening to dominican/latino songs thanks to Sally blasting them around La Residencia Jackson all the time.Teezo Touchdown is his go to for road music

The sea does not like to be restrained so she switches hairstyles throught the series.Baby dreads in Tlt,wicks in Ttc,twists in Tlo,an afro in Son as she didn't remember what styles she liked on herself at the time but muscle memory gives herself dreads in the climax,diy's sea material based beads for them in Moa and grows her hair out so much by the time she's 19 she switches to locs.She decided to give herself a little girl treat by doing her hair the mermaidcore color technique too to celebrate her egg cracking(yellow,aqua,pink and purple were her choices and as per the requirements,the black with a white streak base stays)

Blue flan helps keep her mentally semi-sane and aquarium nails rewired her brain.She also owns a pair of pastel blue shorts with 'are you nasty?' on the ass in rhinestones she got as a ref to the Janet Jackson song

Also her,Tyson,Nico,Hazel and Estelle do the obvious 'Jackson Five' jokes and Sally and Paul join in

He's a hood nigga and can't turn it off and he's been made to feel bad about those things but by the Tods finale(at age 22)he's completely embraced it with pride and mocks suburbinates openly rather than just in his heads out of insecurity.Percy's the kinda guygirl to use 'Babygirl' as a romantic nickname unironically and nonsexually and wear hightop converse and sit on the curb eating street food next to the trucks he bought them from and watch black video game streamers then reference their lines irl

He's a very chalant dreadhead and owns a collection of blue durags and bought Sally a blue bonnet from Aphrodite that gives her perfect hair each night(Mamí's boyyyyyyy)

She gave up skateboarding because of greasy white boy posers but returned to it as symbolism for healing her inner child and transitioning.She was a skater boy,now she's a punk girl with a pretty face.Her board is black with blue cat and oceanic designs and she goes on petty crime sprees,uses her powers for enviormentalism,harasses Poseidon for money for Nico's chronic pain meds and mobility aids and gives Hazel special treatment to heal her from adultification trauma,knows how to diy things that don't even exist,drinks blue ingridients only battery acid and is the go-to for learning about punk culture amongst punks kids in Manhattan and in CHB for Percy's actual punk tactics

They've been sexually harrassed by white girls often enough to find snowbunny jokes deeply unfunny and even get angry at them and tell the people to make them this is why black women won't date them(wether they tell them they're a black woman themself to prove the point or not depends)

Sally's love of and inate connection to the sea is her dominican upbringing she passed down onto Percy coming through

Percy in blue togas and gold accesories,ripped pants and long chunky skirts,his Camp Half-Blood shirt with his battle jacket on top,blue cybersweetie dresses,waist beads,demonias and doc martens,thrifted graphic tops themed after his special interests,blackish blue lipstick and waterpoof glitter eyeshadow and black eyeliner years >>>>>>>>>>>>

She was definitely a gamer kid,she owned tamagotchis and went to arcades as safe spots and on her 12th birthday,Sally gifted her a blue nintendo ds she saved up to buy her.It was her only console for the longest time and she played so many games on it that combined with how much it meant to her she got it for her,she keeps it to this day and is very protective of it.Also,she would go hunting for cartridges of games based on existenting media she already was into as they hit different for her and she picked to play a girl in Pokemon(Percy,you EGG).And Sonic The Hedgehog kid Percy is a no brainer too,seeing......everything about Sonic as a franchise and Sonic as a character,he looks like Percy's fursona lmfao and peachdeluxe has the most accurate and Percycore human!Sonic ever

Please imagine Nico and Percy squishing Hazel into a hug as they both cover her in kisses and she giggles,happy stimming and non-seriously telling them to stop and that they're embarrassing her as if they aren't laying on her bed together.Please also imagine Percy showing up to Nico and Hazel's Special ED school he was supposed to attend when he was 9 but overheard Sally planning it over the phone and melted down so bad over it she never brought it up again,with a big box of homecooked blue stuffed cookies and a bag of ensures,on the day of Hazel's first art showcase as she's the president and founder of the art club there in her dcom episode ahh plot that transpired a month beforehand and her dreadfully learning what dilf means that day too

His hair is so afrotextured it can't be silkpressed,caused by Poseidon's divine status as his dad

She would recreate the Bubbline rock t-shirt and sweater to share between her and her girlfriend and want them to be Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum to her Marceline Abadeer The Vampire Queen(Percy Jackson The Sea Queen?).Matching icons,cosplay skits,singing Monster from Obsidian to them on her guitar,sending Bubbline tiktoks to eachother,attending Adventure Time events official and fanrun and even reading fics together.Encourage her to post the ones she wrote in her egg yearning days and her stitched heart you sowed back together is yours forever

Insert obligatory Percy is a New Yorker so he has beef with Imagine Dragons joke here

He thought cat cafes were gonna be white af and gentrified but went to one for the first time inbetween Botl and Tlo and now she's absolutely in love with them and goes to the one closest to La Residence Jackson twice a week and them,Nico,Hazel and whoevere blue's dating(read:whoever you ship Percy with,including yourself)are the only reason it's still in bussiness tbh

Percy's piercings are a spider bite,an eyebrow piercing,forward helix on both ears and a tongue ring.All done at home by Sally

He has a thing for women with afrobubble hairstyles and men with design fades

He rides for Leo almost as hard as Jason and Piper do and thinks he's based asf.Leo was intimidated by Percy's coolness at first,scared of looking like a loser in front of him,but Percy was so nice to him and openly as silly as him he let his guard down and now they're besties 4 life.Percy likes carrying Leo around and Leo clings to him and started his habit by randomly instigating it for no reason and Percy enjoyed doing it so it sticks.They compare their spanish dialects for fun and Leo gets Percy into game moding stuff while Percy gets Leo into surfing and Leo grows a close friendship to Nico and Hazel caused by Percy and even to Rachel,especially in Tods.They're painter/crafter solidarity and meet in the middle with arts and crafts and Leo is the red takis to Percy's blue takis

She copycats McDonalds recipes to make them but more delicious and also blue(when the boycott comes,she starts doing property damage on McDonalds buildings and Nico and Hazel valdalize them)

They definitely have a sweater that says 'The only blue life that matters' over a toony shark Thalia gave them

She's Spiderpunk in the universe he's a Spiderperson.Hobie Brown is so,SO book!Percy Jackson-coded and i'll give receipts!!

Bonus because my little brother(lesbian)said so and she has dreadlocks:This be Percy

[wlwsoccerfics]

Lifeline (BethMeadXVivMiedemaXMeadReader)

AN: this Is Just my Personal experience. It can be very different for someone else.

Warnings: Teen Character is autistic, this includes some personal experiences with autism. Short OS.

You knew you could always count on Beth & Viv. These two were your Safe space. Beth was your older sister so that's why you could always count on her & Viv came into both of your lives making both of you feel really loved.

Viv & Beth both were really protective of you. If people didn't knew better they would probably think they were your parents. Which was (kind of) true in a sense.

Your autism was diagnosed by the age of 10. So 5 years ago. You often get told that people don't notice you have autism when they see you. Which always resulted in you thinking that it was an odd thing to say. But then you remember you became quite good at masking.

People close to you, like your Viv and your Bethy, knew your routines and things you needed to do or needed to have to be comfortable. Other people that were close to you were Jill(Viv's fellow dutch teammate), Leah, Lessi, Kerstin(also one of Viv's fellow dutch teammate) & last but not least Wally.

You sat in your room doing your homework before you would leave for practice with Beth. You practiced with the Arsenal Senior Team alot. But also with the youth Team. Getting in as much practice as possible.

"Y/n, we have to leave soon! Are you ready?" your older sister asked you. You turned around in your Chair, nodding your head.

"Give me a few more minutes to finish this! I want this to be done now! Before practice starts! I always finish homework before practice!" You Tell Beth.

"I know you do, Love Bug!" Your sister replied. It's a Nickname she has given you when you were really little. And you very much liked it when Beffy or Viv called you that.

"I will be done soon!" You told her and you finished the rest of your within five minutes. So you grabbed your things and sat down in the passenger seat of Beths Car. You called Viv right away because you always did that on your way to practice and it was your ritual. It wouldn't be a good practice If didn't call her.

"Hallo liefje love!" You hear Viv say on the other side of the Phone. Her voice was always so welcoming and warm. She always managed to make you feel loved and welcomed.

"hey Viv. I finished all my homework before we left cause you know how important it is to me!" You informed her.

"I do know that! You always are quite fast though! I could never do that!" She told you. Beth was smiling, she loved the bond you had with Viv.

"oh Viv you are so smart and you could do it too! Everyone is different. I may be faster then you when it comes to this but that's okay. My brain is just wired differently!" You tried to explain.

"thank you for calling me smart, liefje love!" She answered and giggled softly. So did you. You knew by now that when people giggled at something you said that they weren't making fun of you. The people you knew and loved you could read by now.

"you are welcome. Did you sleep well? How are you feeling?" You wanted to know.

"i did sleep well. And i am great! Better now that my favorite Mead sister has been calling me!" She said, knowing Beth could hear her.

"hey! Excuse me?!" Beth replied, laughing though. You smile at that.

"i am fine with being the second favorite mead sister, as long as i am your favorite liefje love!" You let her know. Being serious about it. Cause you really loved the nickname.

"of course you are my favorite liefje Love! You are the one and only!" She explained. Sounding just as serious. She asked you how you were and you told her that you were good and excited for practice. You really missed having her at Arsenal though. It was a big change for you but both Viv and Beth made sure you didn't feel like something was missing. You talked on the Phone or Facetimed multiple times a day. So things were easier for you now.

When you arrived at practice you went to greet all the Girls individually, some of them you invented Handshakes with.

"how are you, little Meado?" Alessia asked. You smiled at her.

"i am good! Finished all my homework before we came here!" You proudly tell her.

"of course you did, you are the smartest on the Team!" Leah answered. You nodded your head in agreement.

"possibly. In a lot of things. But not all of them! Mostly just good at things that interest me!" You explained. Smiling gently.

Wally was smiling at that. She thought your rambling about certain topics was cute and she always said If she ever has Kids she hopes they are just like you.

Practice started and you were very focused on the drills. Enjoying them. Glad to have found a safespace with your sister and Viv and with the Team. They were your Lifeline.

[ja9-animations]

Over a year ago I saw a local production of the Jekyll and Hyde musical. Here is a list of some of the changes they made that make it the best musical adaptation of the show I've seen.

• Stride was not an ignored character. They made him a regular of Lucy's specifically, (which is important so keep that in mind.) He was still an ex of Emma's, and despised Jekyll which was the same. During Murder, Murder!, he was with the governors when they were murdered by Hyde. One common scene in the musical adaptation was Hyde stalking the three governor's, and he kills two of them while one of them gets away until the next scene. This scene happened, but Stride was there too, and it played just like how it usually does. Hyde killed the two governors while one escaped, but Stride was still on stage. Hyde menacingly walked up to Stride who was standing there scared and helpless, but then the stage lights lit up a bit and the sound of people beginning to leave their houses for the morning played. Hyde looked at Stride and said "Not yet," and ran off stage. This was a changed a loved so much for both of the characters because it shows Hyde's hatred for Stride, but also a more cunning side of Hyde, because he's aware of the fact that he can get caught. There was a scene before the scene where Utterson delivers the letter and money from Jekyll to Lucy. Usually Lucy is alone in her house, but Stride was there getting dressed. Utterson knocked in the door and the scene played out, but after he left Stride asked Lucy who was at the door and took her letter. He saw it was from Jekyll and stole it before he left. Right before the Wedding scene, Stride put the letter on Emma's dresser while she was getting ready for the wedding and she read it, making it seem like Jekyll was cheating on her. Stride said that Jekyll would pay for "stealing the girl who should be his wife" and this was his revenge. It amounted to nothing though cause he did get killed by Hyde minutes later, but I love how they filled this plot hole with Stride, and made him a much more important character. This brings me into my second point...

• They made Emma think Jekyll was cheating on her. In the show, Lucy shows up at Jekyll's house for him to treat her injury she got from Hyde. Usually what happens is Jekyll leaves, Lucy sings Someone Like You, and then Lucy leaves and never comes back to Jekyll's house. In this show Lucy goes back to Jekyll's house every day, big he never sees her in again. There's small moments where Emma sees Lucy standing at the door and leaving, and it was honestly so sad cause the look on Emma's face told it all. Emma wanted to trust Jekyll, to give him time, but she knew something was going on.

• Hyde climbing the set during Alive. The set for the show looked about the same as all the other shows. There was the main stage, the left and right exit, a set of spiral stairs on stage left, and the set with the catwalk on top. Well, during Alive, the governor ran up the stairs onto the catwalk while Hyde was singing to the audience, but right when the governor reached the top, Hyde ran to the set (which looked like a brick wall) and CLIMBED up it like he was climbing up a rock wall and jumped over the guardrail and hit the governor with his walking stick. It was genuinely the coolest thing I have ever seen in the show and was 100% my favorite moment in the entire show. This scene I understand why most shows can't recreate this, because their sets are way too big, and if the actor falls they could really hurt themselves, but it was a smaller theater where it could be pulled off and I loved it.

• The show included I Need to Know, Bring on the Men, and Girls of the Night. I think it was a very stupid idea for the Broadway production to get rid of these songs, and I'm glad they were included in the production I saw.

• The scene right before In His Eyes, Jekyll sang Streak of Madness and sat down in his chair as he waited for Utterson to bring him the chemicals. During In His Eyes Lucy and Emma were on the opposite sides of the stage with two spot lights pointed on them, while the stage lights were out. Jekyll was in the middle of the stage sitting on his chair during the whole song which I think is perfect because while they are singing about Jekyll, he is still technically there on stage. I didn't catch the actor do this, but at the end of In His Eyes, Emma and Lucy walk off stage and the stage lights turn back on, and pieces Jekyll's hair are messily sticking out from his ponytail, and his shirt collar was undone and messy. It's a great detail. The scene right after this was the one I talked about in my previous post where Utterson delivers the chemicals and Jekyll gives him the key to his laboratory but Hyde breaks down the door.

• Right after Hyde killed Lucy, the set changed from Lucy's bedroom to Jekyll's laboratory, and during that the ghosts of the governors (or perhaps Jekyll hallucinating from exhaustion and guilt) walked in stage and surrounded Jekyll. They left when the set change was completed and Jekyll sang Confrontation. Something I liked about Confrontation was that there was a light below Jekyll/Hyde that shines green when Hyde was singing. It's just a small detail but I like it.

• One change I didn't particularly like but was still worth talking about was the placement of Dangerous Game. Dangerous Game was sung right after Alive, which was very jarring to me because I knew the song was usually performed in Act II. The pacing was a little weird too at the beginning, because as much as I love that they included Girls of the Night, I feel like they spent a lot of time at the Red Rat and the pacing was a little slow. It went Bring on the Men, Lucy Meets Jekyll, No One Knows Who I Am, and then Girls of the Night. It took probably up to 20-30 minutes there and I just felt like it went in for too long, but that's the only criticism I give it. The show was so incredible and I enjoyed it so much.

[muzsmocsing]

My two favorite characters in MXTXs novels are Wei wuxian and Shen Qingqiu(Jiu) simply because of how similar their backstories are, and yet despite that they have extremely different personalities.

Both WWX and SQQ were canonically really good at cultivation until something bad happened (SQQ cultivating too late and WWX giving away his golden core.)

The two were homeless as children(until WWx got taken in the Jiangs and SQQ got sold to qiu manor)

They both practiced demonic cultivation (WWX after giving away his golden core and SQQ whilst he was under Wu Yanzis tutelage)

They both were hated by the whole cultivation world

Thought that their S/O hated them (YQY and LWJ)

And also got ripped apart (WWXs first death and SQQ while being tortured by Bingge)

the two were also whipped frequently in their childhoods.

My brother in christ I am not even halfway into the second book all of this information is new to me. But you do seem to have a point here. The difference is their coping mechanisms, while sj makes a point to make everyone else miserable too wwx goes "yikes to that lmao look at my sickass donkey" and bounces on his merry way.

[sparklerzii]

"FREDDY FROM FNAF CHRONICLE AND HAPPY FROG FROM FNAF BORROWED TIME ARE ALIVE!!" I yell as they drag me to the asylum.

[neunhofferart]

Howdy, Heidi! You said that some fans picked up things that were done on accident… Were there more scenes like that? Also, were there scenes that you guys made on purpose but fans didn’t pick up / were aware of them? In shipping terms (hihi) and in general terms. Thanks!

I think in every type of media you will inevitably see versions of 'authorial' intent vs audience interpretation that overlap and differ from each other in many ways. (Authorial intent in quotes because in collaborative mediums like film and animation every single person on the pipeline who touches the work probably has a slightly different personal interpretation they're contributing to the final work, even under someone like a showrunner or a director).

Humans are smart and it's in our nature to look for connections and find explainations to questions, so most of the time if someone is putting something down, someone is going to pick it up, so to speak, and a lot of things ARE on purpose.

But this same phenomenon can also lead to us seeing connections in places that even the 'authors' might not have originally thought of while creating the work, and I think that can be pretty neat actually! I don't necessarily think reading alternate interpretations of works is wrong-- it can be very healthy to explore multiple reads of a narrative or a character/character dynamic. On Chaos Theory there were definitely times when we were like 'fans are probably gonna ship this even if it's not the text' haha. Sometimes fans latch onto headcanons you really have no control over. Sometimes things were animated slightly differently from how they were conceived (which is also a natural part of things).

But yes, sometimes I have seen a few other things that were interpreted in slightly different ways from how they were directed or written verbally, but I'm personally of the opinion that it's more fun to leave some things visual and open to a little interpretation rather than beating the words over the audience's head and having the characters constantly announcing 'I'm feeling this because of this!' And going 'this is the only way to interpret the show and the characters and if you don't you're wrong!'

It's usually not a huge deal. I think even as we were working sometimes I'd make connections to myself that weren't necessarily spelled out to us and go 'oh, this is a throughline for this character actually!'

Like for example- if I remember correctly, the original direction behind how Kenji reacted to Ben's apparent death was that it was supposed to the first time he'd ever seen someone he really KNEW seemingly die right front of him, and being unable to do anything about it deeply affected him. Ben is a very important turning point in his character development regardless of which way you read it.

And I think this is actually something that just continued to stack onto his character throughout both shows whenever any of his friends lives are seriously in danger. In Camp when he's still unable to do anything but comfort Sammy while she's poisoned, to deciding it's too dangerous not to trade Wu's laptop for Brooklynn, to eventually throwing himself between the spinosaurus his dad is about to kill Darius with and choosing his friends over his own father and being willing to die with/for them... and then in Chaos Theory it kind of reboots all over again with Brooklynn dying and then his dad dying right in front of him, and his complex of not wanting to be useless and trying to do whatever he can at the expense of even himself to keep the loved ones he has left safe is kicked into overdrive.

I think there are a lot of things like that where the intent is not always verbally spelled out, but the more important thing is that it's still (hopefully) making you feel something.

[druidonity2]

A lost little king, seeking advice from all corners of Azeroth, finds himself searching for this 'Loa of Kings'. He is surprised when he finds it's someone he's met before...

[delphicstrawberries]

so there’s this book about a guy named victor who experiments with the powers of life and death but that science ultimately leads to death and destruction in his own life as he now has a bitter rival whose killing spree victor tasks himself with stopping and at one point victor winds up in jail for the death of one of his closest friends

[stiffyck]

people hating a character because they very clearly misunderstand them is forever going to make me so mad