#Also whoops that reblog was supposed to go on my main

[flarefighters-fr]

i feel sorry for any trans woman that has to share space with you

I'm sorry I... Spoke about trans people ig?

If this is about my tags: Yeah! Most AMAB trans people won't fully get the experience of being a woman from birth because unless they transition in their childhood, they won't exactly know how cishet and some cisqueer Men are horrible to girls just for existing.

I am AFAB and while I'm not cis, I do fucking know how awful it is growing up sexualized, treated like shit, and then having to fight to feel like I fucking matter. It's frustrating to me that I only started seeing my efforts be called "unreasonable" because I introduce myself with a masculine name.

I am still fucking terrified to walk past guys despite looking more masculine now. And that ingrained sense of fear hasn't and won't go away just because I transitioned.

And similarly, Trans women will have to know that fear. Because we live in a misogynist society that wants to force women into a fucking bubble just because they exist and are human beings with feelings and emotions and a fucking life of their own. And I've had to help my trans friends get used to this fear personally because none of their cis guy friends could understand why women carry self defense items ot travel together or back each other up when needed, or even if they aren't aware of something bad happening.

I taught my friend how to punch with her keys inbetween her fingers without breaking them because she didn't know and it became necessary for her to know this.

So if I'm awful to trans women because they can't know something they haven't been exposed to yet, and haven't been exposed to their entire childhood... then damn I hope you know your awful to everyone you could never understand because you were never personally in that situation.

And my final statement in the tags of that post remains true. I genuinely wish nobody had to deal with it at all.

[strawhatkia]

love you more when the day is new.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, and hitoshi shinsou x black!fem!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! weekend morning antics or, what it's like to wake up to the boys !

WARNINGS ! y'all live in an apartment (not the dorms), characters have been aged up, if i miss anything let me know (it's so fcking late)

WORD COUNT ! i have no clue...

A/N ! imma do a pt.2 because i wanted to add sero and izuku but i can't fucking focus so y'all have this for now !

SONG SUGGESTION ! breakfast in bed by rayana jay, breakfast by fana hues, one love by cleo sol

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

with how early this boy goes to sleep, waking up before him is quite literally impossible

usually it's you waking up to him on his phone as he rubs your side with his free hand, tucking you in closer to his chest while looking the most relaxed you will ever see him

he always knows when you're about to wake up, and og i am not kidding, the boy picks up on when you're heart rate changes

but there's a reason, i promise ! kats is vv afraid of losing his hearing one day due to his quirk so he kinda asked recovery girl to teach him how to pick up on someone's pulse from their neck

after that, he always positioned himself so you would be laying on his arm and his hand would be on your neck some how cute right?

this is the best time for cuddles because he is so pliant and peaceful and warm

the moment you look like you're getting up, he immediately puts his phone down (he really didn't care for it but he was bored waiting on you to wake up)

he quietly accepts your hug, tangling his legs with yours and tucking his head into your neck with a sigh as you slowly wake up

"morning suki" "g'morning" "did you sleep okay?" "hm...i was bored waiting on you" "my bad, how long did you wait?" "not long...go to bed early" "not everyone is an old man like you kats" "shut up, talking shit this early- don't laugh-"

his arms tighten around you when you shift and he continues to rub circles on your back and rub your sides in hopes of you getting to relax more so you don't get out of the bed

"babes, we gotta get up" "hm." "we can't stay here all day" "like hell we can't" "kat-"

prepare for some soft kisses to shut that nonsense up because he ain't hearing none of it

i feel like if you had a scarf on and the knot was pressing into his face, he would just snatch that shit off in the middle of your sleep and either redo it or put a bonnet on for you

"kats...where's my scarf?" "hm? i took it off" WHAT-" "the damn knot was hurting my face" "...i oughta whoop yo ass" "oh shut up, i know you feel that damn bonnet on your head ! it's not like i left your head unprotected !"

how he gets away with taking it off without you noticing is a mystery (and a profound skill)

when it comes to breakfast, he is definitely making it and no you can't help

"one of these days you'll get tired of making breakfast every morning we have off" "dumbass, if that day comes i'm either sick or you need to come knock some sense into me" "i can cook, kats, you do know that right?" "i didn't ask, you do know that right?" "aight, nigga-"

he'll never say it out loud, but you're his girl and he's supposed to take care of you so breakfast is the least he can do; plus you're still sleepy, he doesn't want you to burn yourself (never mind the years you spent making breakfast for yourself)

big on french toast with brioche bread just because he can and he loves the way you struggle a lil to bite into that thick ass piece a bread ; you stuffing your face with food he cooked always makes him happy

(if you're the type of person that dances or hums or makes a face when eating good food, just know he's looking for that cue and won't be satisfied until sees it)

also food = love pipeline !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

you always wake up first, always

toshi has trouble sleeping most days and with him being a stealth hero, sleep often alludes him

sleeping with you helps as much as it can but he still struggles sometimes so in the morning, you let him sleep as long as he wants

i'd like to think that he runs a little cold most nights so the bed being warm is important to him sleeping peacefully so in the morning when you wake up, you don't get out of the bed too quickly

he's such a cat, even in his sleep, so cuddling with him will get you an immediate response; if you tuck him into you chest and rub his back, he'll snuggle closer to you and sigh, relaxing even further into your hold ; if you kiss his forehead and rub his side, he'll roll into your touch; if you try to spoon him and nuzzle into his back, he'll hold your arms in his hands, stroking his thumb against your forearm

blankets *

it's getting out of bed that is incredibly hard because there's a chance he'll wake up which we don't want= mf needs sleep ; even if he sleeps for a little while long, he'll notice the bed get cold almost immediately

technically, this is the morning but y'all don't roll out the bed until noon because toshi needs sleep and you'll feel bad if you wake him before he actually gets up

great cuddler tho !

— ☾⋆⁺₊ 🦈🪨✧ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA !

one of the few times, his hair isn't trying to impale everything near it

despite how much gel the boy puts into his hair, his hair is very soft and fluff (also do to the fact you make him take better care of his hair bc whew-)

smooth, silky, and soft ! it's hard not to touch as soon as you wake up because it's just right in front of your face and so you run your hands through it (kiri definitely wakes up the moment you start stroking his hair but like hell he's moving away, to relaxed to move)

when he does want to wake up, he stretches very slowly before letting out the loudest groan and popping every bone down his spinal cord

"well damn, kiri, you good" "never better" "okay well don't break your back, old man, we ain't even got out the bed yet" yea haha very funny"

another cuddle bug but definitely more aggressive, pulling you on top of him and wrapping his arms around you while kissing your cheeks multiple times, laughing when you groan or yell at him to put you down

he doesn't

i envision kiri as the type to just go back to sleep as soon as he's comfortable again so getting out of the bed is a very long affair

even so, he does not stop trying to kiss you anywhere he can reach (ofc a lil softer than before) and humming when you kiss him back

he's just so soft and loving in the morning, shit is almost overwhelming

just letting you know, i fully believe that if you let him start or start it yourself, he'll kiss you the entire morning and start tearing up because he just loves you so much

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boyfriend. | f. | katsuki bakugo

lip gloss, lil mama. | f. | bakugo, sero, shinsou, hawks, and mirio.

taglist : @mypimpademia @sevvnt @cosmiles @megurulvr @dreampurpledreams

eijirou kirishima taglist: @cosmiles

[ganondoodle]

still thinking about that text post i reblogged bc it articulates so well what some of the bad vibes i got from totk that i couldnt really pin point that well (and still cant put it in my own words lol); botw is all about trying to act out an old legend and it backfires severly, and i SO hoped the sequel would then move forward or try to explore the reason why clam gan could even come back at all (which isnt really done in totk bc tbh as sad as im to say this ganondorf really is kinda just clam gan but he talks now and looks hot, other than his first human appearance he isnt rly humanized in any way, might as well been an evil cloud talking)

botw left me with the intense feeling that now it would move forward, in the present, we must not keep looking at the past as its done now, move and rebuild (hmmmmm windwaker anyone??) together with zelda now and i wanted to see where it would go so badly bc exploring hyrule with zelda as your companion would make room for SO much character interactions and to me it just feels RIGHT, in botw you were seperated for so long and were finally back together with your best friend and one of the only survivors from the main people hit by the calamity at the end, now you tackle the next catastrophy together-

and totk just kinda reverses it all, whoop zelda gone again lol, no no we must look FURTHER into the past and exactly play it all out again, which doesnt just feel repetetive but also like its back-pedaling what botw was themed around bc in botw it went wrong and had to try picking up the pieces and save whats left to save; in totk its like yeah this is the RIGHT way to reenact the past and as a supposed sequel it just feels ... off its like, imagine windwaker ending with you sailing off to search for new lands and let the past rest like the game directly tells you and then theres a sequel where you are back and suddendly are supposed to bring back the old hyrule that was flooded at the end of the previous game actually if totk was that you had to go back to figure out ok how did it end up like this and how do we solve it now in the present so it wont just restart again yEAH!! and while the game may seem like its doing that on the surface .. it really isnt bc turns out how to solve it is just ... kill the evil guy but HARDER and the reason it got this far is ... he was always an evil guy and the only mistake that was made was the divine god king not stabbing him to death immediately

its all so hollow and with all the other stuff i have ranted about its just .. man what happened here

[transienturl]

maybe ridiculous to say but like

it seems so much more difficult to get to know someone without tumblr?

I think the microblog format sitting in this vaguely defined space in the middle of these other extremes of what you're supposed to post on social media sort of helps people find a place on the spectrum of how much you express yourself that they might otherwise have no reason to find. like, so few people actually go out and make "a blog," in the traditional sense, not just because of the technical process of setting that up but because there's an expectation that when you post on your blog you have something to say. it's like how many youtubers have their main channel only have big projects once they become popular and wind up with a personal channel or shorts or tiktok or whatever for content that doesn't feel in the moment like, oh, this is part of my oeuvre, this is just casual, you know?

while tumblr, I guess, has the reblogging-without-comment thing that you could be doing every day, because oh, you know, I'm just an aesthetic blogger or whatever, right? or oh I just reblog memes it's a fun time. but then, hey, you can talk in the tags if you want, no pressure. hey if there's something on your mind there's a full post form right here. don't worry, posts are pretty ephemeral, it'll get buried in your reblogs anyway, it's not a big deal, you don't have to put any effort into it. but, whoops, you're learning to express yourself, bit by bit. maybe you get 20 notes on a fandom post and go, hey, that's what it's like to communicate with a group, I think next time I'll adjust my wording a bit or whatever it is that that teaches you.

we always joke, you know, that we know so much about the people we follow on tumblr re: what they like and what they believe but so little about e.g. basic demographics, because it's true. but I think you can look at that from the perspective of like "haha tumblr means you don't know people's faces and real names," but also from that of like "look at all of these people who you wouldn't otherwise have known anything about at all"

I guess that turned into a post about something else, but the point I was originally going to make is that when the opposite is true, when you meet someone and learn their face and real name, it's hard to be like hey, how can I get to a place where I can talk to you about the things we have mutual interests in, from a shared context? sure I can try to pull information out of you and you can try to pull information out of me, but that just seems inefficient. the tumblr model allows one to organically find that overlap, by mutually pushing things out into the world instead of pulling on what's potentially the wrong thread. it just gives you a lot of information, because it provides a natural way for people to put that information out there.

I dunno. just thinking about this because of someone I'd like to be friends with who for various good reasons doesn't use public social media. and it's like, sure, I can have a regular conversation, that's not fundamentally a problem, but it's just so much complete shot in the dark where to go with it, as compared to people on tumblr I've never talked to directly but easily could.

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

Writeblr Re-Intro version 3!

Hello I'm doing this again because there are new wips. Also new pronouns and a new name (mostly new name, I suppose)

I'm Copper or Julius or dragon or what else you wish to call me, and my pronouns are he/they. I'm queer and neurodivergent and I really, really lik I'me dragons. My main is @copper-dragon-in-disguise, so any likes/reblogs/other assorted interactions will come from there.

Here's my wips, all of them are in the same world unless otherwise stated. Title (with a link to its wip intro if there is one), then draft number in parentheses, then its main tag in the second parentheses with the description/blurb/weirdly ominous sentences below that!

Main WIPs:

Frost & Fire (draft 2) (#wip: frost & fire):

The death of an ancient primordial dragon brings the greatest (if not particularly well known) adventurers of the last centuries together. Enna Helder-Kromlin, half-elf thief and contractor for the crown of Halmond, along with her sister, Anne, leader of the thieves guild Oleski. Anastrannia & Redari Galendel, half-dragon, half-elf siblings, one a shadow ranger and one a shadow sorcerer. They must work together, if not get along, to stop a evil dragon named Dizerdrat from trying to claim the power released by the death for himself, because if he does he could conquer the world—and would.

One of Copper (needs a re intro so no link yet but there will be) (draft 1) (title may change) (#wip: one of copper):

Decades after the events of Frost & Fire, a new age of heroes is ready to start adventuring. Only these heroes weren't exactly willing, nor were they ready. Four envelopes later and they're together, tracking down the weapon of a god and facing off against enemies none of them could fathom three months before.

Silence and Secondhand Souls (draft 0) (#wip: silence and secondhand souls):

Fate is an interesting thing. Some doubt it even exists. Not me. Not anymore. Souls don't rest until they've told their story, and I've got a long way to go yet. My friends are dead and so am I, haunting a narrative I never got a choice in. How exactly did that happen, you ask? Let me start at the beginning. Or the end, rather. I died when I was 21 years old.

There are my other wips + things that are not technically wips but have tags below the cut for length reasons

Other Wips:

Angel's Daughters (Draft ?) (#wip: angel's daughters):

A prequel to Frost & Fire that's about Enna's backstory, based on the DnD campaign I originally played her in.

Starr's Story (draft 1) (this is a placeholder title and will change eventually but i've been saying that for almost a year so...) (#starrs story):

My Camp NaNo April 2022 story. It's about some pirates, a somewhat lost heir to a fallen underwater kingdom (the heir in question being the pirate captain), and an awful lot of secrets.

A Dragon's Apprentice (draft 0) (#wip: a dragon's apprentice):

Another NaNo story, but for the actual November NaNo in 2021 (a challenge which I did not even come close to finishing. Whoops). Also about lost heirs, and by that I mean that the heir got kidnapped and the apprentice wizard had to go and find them with the help of their brother.

Things that are not technically wips but have tags (none of the below are in the same world as the wips above, they all have their own world. mostly.):

Vampire Hunter Steampunk Story (#vampire hunter steampunk story):

Exactly what it says on the tin, except I messed with the rules of what a vampire actually is sooooo *shrugs*. It also may not be entirely steampunk that much. Or at all sometimes. The title is only mildly accurate.

Space story (#space story):

The product of the single time I ventured into sci-fi. The thing I know the most about is that the protagonist is an alien from Pluto. Because I'm me I got sucked down the wormhole of figuring out if she could breathe on earth or how would that work and it was a lot of a wormhole.

Supernatural story (#supernatural story):

Not that supernatural. Dear god no. I would of called it ghost story but that's a different one and besides there aren't any ghosts in this anyway it's vampires and werewolves and one girl who's part fae.

Ghost story (#ghost story):

This one has ghosts in it! May or may not be in the same universe as the above supernatural story, I'm unclear on that.

[sylvantown]

news!!!

I keep accidentally reblogging various fandom stuff when I'm trying to put it on my main blog. whoops.

the plan with this blog was to have regular updates to the conlang supplemented by oc content, which didn't happen because I was busy. This was supposed to be done with ibis Paint, which suited the style that I was going for. Then I started using mspaint, which I like a lot more but am a bit worse at. With that, I started a new long-term project on my main blog. mspaint also does not fit the polished aesthetic that I was supposed to be going for, either.

I'll figure something out it's just going to take longer.

(I have NOT given up on this yet. I am just a lazy motherfluffer)

[azumetapraline]

When she sun sets and the moon pokes into the sky, the starry glimmer comes from the windows of Phantom Nightclub and Puppet Express, on business and ready to own this night!

Meet these two extraordinary birds, The Trainjumper and DJ Boogieman!

These are fusion designs I created for no reason at all… but thanks to friends giving me ideas during Discord voicechats, I kind of want to make this an AU…?

Below, the first doodles I made of them and a rough idea of what their personality could be.

The Trainjumper is a fusion between The Conductor and The Moonjumper (a cut character that was supposed to be the main antagonist of Subcon Forest). He conducts the Puppet Express, a train able to go in the sky thanks to magic ghost trails. His personality is an even blend between fanon Moonjumper and canon Conductor. He has Conductor’s voice and Scottish accent, but it's also usually way calmer than Conductor's. His demeanour is slow and placid; his speech feels like melodic prose. However, he has a short temper, and his mellowness easily melts away for raspy anger. And if you happen to piss him off even a little, you are in danger. So, by any means should you have him on your side; it's for the best that his powers are used with you and not against you. (May it be precised he is genuinely trying to be calm with you; he just can't help his uncontrollable anger and it makes him horribly murderous... and he means it too.) He can use fire spirit powers (because of my headcanon, even if Trainjumper's fire spirit is weaker than Conductor's because of the fusion), use puppetry using little train tracks as strings, control flying knives, and more to come.

DJ Boogieman is a fusion between DJ Grooves and The Snatcher. (Credits to @mysteryman-17 for the idea and name!) He owns the Phantom Nightclub, where take place dance nights, music nights, contests, etc. Boogieman's personality is a complement of both sides of Grooves and Snatcher. Indeed, at first glance, he feels a lot like Grooves: he is nice, greets you like a friend, invites you to parties, to contests, etc. Of course he still has contracts, but they are more casual than Snatcher's. However, hidden under that "party guy" facade (even though we could say Grooves too has a mask, Boogieman is even more hypocrite), there is a soul-thirsty, cruel, heartless ghost who only wishes to eat more and more innocent souls... turns out the next "party helper" who was not chosen as a finalist for his contest... is you. Whoops! He can use many powers; most of them are similar with Snatcher's ones, but they have a disco aesthetic (disco balls with sound-waves, music lasers, ...).

For now that's what I have! If enough people are interested by this AU, I can work on ideas for these birds' minions, the levels that will take place in their chapter, the boss battles, etc.

I hope you enjoy this so far! I'd be really happy if you gave me feedback on it, may it be likes, reactions, or reblogs!! Thank you so much!

N.B.: You may redraw my designs, but only if you credit me (@azumetapraline) or if you link this post into your caption/description.

N.B. You may not repost/rip-off/steal/copy my ideas, designs and artwork.

[depizan]

I was thinking about the post I reblogged about the loss of the Alliance in SWTOR, and some of my other disappointments with how faction is handled in the game, and how faction based MMOs in general tend to get stuck in this kind of "eternal conflict" mode. (Not that factionless MMOs don't get stuck in their own kind of weird "eternal conflict" mode, too. Look at Guild Wars 2 and the growing list of things that have tried to destroy Tyria.)

But there are stories that lend themselves to a faction model, and SWTOR does have - or does begin with - one of those. It's just that with no prospect of whatever conflict divides the factions ever being resolved, you have a weird permanent stalemate situation, kind of. The Sith Empire will never win, because that would make Republic players unhappy. The Galactic Republic will never win, because that would make Empire players unhappy. No actual solution to the conflict can ever be found because then it would be game over. (Also, no real faction shifting because how would you code that?)

Except... maybe none of that is true. There are games that have faction shifting of a kind coded in. Think of all the minor factions in World of Warcraft, some opposed to one another, some just independent. Sure, those faction shifts are mostly achieved with some kind of grind, but it does prove that mutable factions are codeable.

This might even solve the problem of the Smuggler and the Bounty Hunter being tied to specific factions when that leads to some very odd story stuff, particularly outside of each class story. It suggests a way to handle factional grouping and third faction classes without making those factions "better" because all flashpoints are available to them.

Here is Mac's theoretical redesign of SWTOR with a different handling of factions and playing into the story focus that is the game's best quality.

Republic and Empire each get three classes, Smuggler and Bounty Hunter are Underworld (a third, neutral to the others faction). Since the galaxy is supposed to be under a peace treaty - the Treaty of Coruscant - you design the game with flexible faction tagging and lean in hard to the Cold War set up.

You have degrees of faction, just like those minor factions in WoW. I'm going to borrow the middle part of WoW's faction set up for this. Theirs runs Hated - Hostile - Unfriendly - Neutral - Friendly - Honored - Revered - Exalted. We just need the middle chunk, from Hostile to Friendly. Hostile is typical enemy mob: bar is red, it will attack you on sight. Unfriendly is an orange bar, but will not fight you unless you attack. Neutral is a yellow bar, again, will not fight you unless you attack. Friendly is typical allied mob: bar is green, etc.

Imperial players can go to Coruscant, and Republic players to Dromund Kaas, but everything is Unfriendly to them, they can't buy anything (except maybe at the spaceport?), and there are no quests available to them. Underworld players start out one tick up at Neutral and have a few merchants and quests available. Ones that it makes sense would be available to random people. (This is to balance out Underworld space starting at Neutral to Pubs and Imps.) And, obviously, Pub space starts out Friendly to Pubs and Imps space Friendly to Imps. (Though I would be slightly tempted to have Korriban be neutral to the Agent class because, as a non-Force-Sensitive you don't really belong there.)

(As you can see, we're basically using a game mechanic to underline the state of galaxy. We can also set things so that people can't go fuck things up for their fellow players by coding it so that if you just go attack people on the opposite faction capitol, you get blipped to hostile and squashed like a bug.)

Now, we write the game like there is actually a Cold War happening. This means missions for Imps and Pubs that send people into "enemy" space (not, to start with the capital or Force User planets, though) where they have to accomplish their missions without attracting the attention of the other faction. We can take advantage of instancing to allow for diplomatic incidents, like thinking "well, they can't report I'm here if they're dead," without triggering the anti-trolling splat mobs. This is also where we introduce some side quests that give people the opportunity to work on becoming to Neutral with the opposite faction.

Smugglers and Bounty Hunters are off doing Underworld stuff, with some options to take quests that benefit the Republic or the Empire. (Giving them the chance to work on becoming Friendly with one or both factions.)

All class stories get written so that there are several potential outcomes. We're going to use the Agent story as a model here, and basically set it up so that everyone has a story line that ends with them still loyal to the faction they began with, now Underworld/Unallied, or loyal to the opposite faction. This gets paired with the ability for characters to keep doing things to make the other faction like them better and you're setting up defections or the decision to go neutral with mechanics and story.

You use the Cold War setting to ramp up general tension. Have more missions like that one on Republic Hoth where you can work with some Imperials. Or the times where a Sith Warrior can use Republic soldiers to their advantage. So the whole base game has this good overlay of people wanting peace and people wanting to go back to war (on all sides!). This lets you really flesh out the factions, and the good and bad people in them. Have a more positive sort of Gray Morality going on.

As far as Flashpoints go, you re-write The Black Talon/Esseles for proper Cold War subtlety. I think we want to use the intro flashpoints to give people a better idea of the kind of proxy conflict stuff, where you might be fighting what appear to be a third party (like pirates), but you get info (of the non provable kind) that they're working for the Empire/Republic. And maybe come up with some kind of mechanic where party members can get special communications based on faction. Like, the main (everybody) cut scenes for the Esseles talk about it being pirates that are attacking them, but the Jedi/Trooper characters get a quick comm call that the pirates are probably working for the Empire and after a particular person.

For all the shared flashpoints, you tweak them so they are truly shared. One queue for everyone, we still need to work out exactly how we're getting the different factions their special flavor bits, but there's more of that here. And maybe a kind of saboteur mechanic for things like what to do with the missiles on Cademimu, so that they can still be launched at a fleet for a DS option, but it's not in-character obvious that someone did it.

We can still have some Empire and Republic specific flashpoints, which we might allow Underworld characters who are Friendly with the right faction to do. (Or maybe not if we're keeping the ones we have. They've got a bit of a secret mission vibe. Maybe we add a fun treasure hunt flashpoint for the Underworld folks.)

The end of the base game becomes the Cold War going hot because of Revan (and let's say it's not the Republic at large backing him, but a smaller group within the Republic that's okay with his plan). Now we get proper fall out from someone wanting to commit mass murder, we get a good climax, and we can shift from writing eight class stories to three-ish main stories with class and faction related flavor bits. You'd have those fighting for the Republic (ex-Empire characters could get good flavor bits about fighting their old allies and some suspicion from their new ones - a suspicion ex-Underworld characters would also get), for the Empire (again, joined members get some good flavor bits), or who are with the Underworld now.

First expansion is the war, maybe with some of what we used to have in Chapter Three going on. I'm also kind of tempted to weave in some actual foreshadowing for Zakuul here. I'm not keen on Space Voldemort or the time skip, but other parts of those expansions seem worth trying to save. But maybe we have the player characters working with Lana and Theron like in the Revan expansion, but it's about hints that there's something bad coming instead.

Next expansion, Zakuul attacks, things go super to shit, Lana, Theron, some people from Zakuul and the player character(s) form the Alliance. Oooh, wait, lets go ahead and keep the Vitiate/Valkorian thing, and have killing the Emperor be the end of the first expansion (because he wants to eat the galaxy - he's gone mad, but the Empire as a whole won't acknowlege it and are following him off a cliff, the Republic isn't seeing him and the Empire as separate, even evil characters live in the galaxy, etc). Now, Zakuul invades because when you kill Vitiate, Valkorian keels over. Whoops.

(Zakuul is the backup plan. If he can't destroy the galaxy as Vitiate, here comes the uber-Empire! You just managed to off him, but the uber-Empire gets fired at the known galaxy anyway.)

Now we have one story going, with different flavors depending on the characters relation to the three old factions. Kind of like we do in the existing game. And we avoid bumping the player character up to a ridiculous level of authority by making them part of the leadership of the Alliance instead of the leader. Keep them more in line with the base game power level.

Not quite sure where we go from here, but basically you have this kind of flowing faction thing going through the game that meshes well with the story.

I don't know. Mostly I wanted to work out how you could do something more interesting with faction.

[windstormwielding]

How did you come up with Kotaro's zanpakuto? (i really love the bird theme of his attacks!) did you go through a lot of changes when coming up with names, abilities, and the general concept?

{ ooc } bUCKLE UP KIDDOS ‘CAUSE IT’S TIME FOR SOME LONG OVERDUE GODDAMNED KŌTA META-

Kōta’s zanpakutō was essentially conceived out of my own love for great big storms and heavy winds – and yes, I have a story to go with that! On one occasion many years ago, I hopped on a bus to visit a friend in town, but I was ill-prepared in that it was about to rain heavily and I had jack shit but a jacket. No raincoat and not even an umbrella. I thought I would make it there on time, buuuuut evidently, I did not. It already started raining and thundering hard by the time I walked out of the bus and had to walk a few blocks by myself.

And honestly, Plouton, looking back? I would not have changed a single little detail that day. Those several minutes I spent outside at the mercy of a live thunderstorm left such a huge impression on me! The incessant rain keeping me tethered to the ground, the sheer volume of deafening thunder cracking so hard and so loudly that the air around me quaked... pair that with times I’ve enjoyed feeling myself at the mercy of heavy winds, or even the smell of the outside after rain falls...

...pretty much all of that served as the biggest source of inspiration behind the wind and storm-oriented zanpakutō, and I wanted Kōta to embody that himself.

Besides, aside from Senna herself in Memories of Nobody, the Gotei 13 lacked a dedicated air-manipulating shinigami barring Kensei’s unique take on the topic with Tachikaze, and we’ve only seen antagonists use this power (Dordoni of the Arrancar within the main story, Kariya if you want to go filler with the Bounts... whom I’ve honestly forgotten about prior to creating Kōta WHOOPS) in the traditional sense. Not to mention, air as an element is SUPER malleable and there’s so much you can do with it if you get creative?? So, given we’ve got some real powerful element-leaning shinigami already with water (lbr Kaien would’ve been a beast had he not been nixed), fire (Yama), snow (Tosh), and electricity (Sasakibe), why not keep adding to the idea?

With that, we’ve got the main concept locked down. Powers and general theme? Check. Bird-like zanpakutō spirit? Check. Defined attacks? ...noooooot quite there yet—in fact, those were a fairly late addition well after the blog reboot. As for what led to it, this never took off since the other mun blipped on an indefinite hiatus, but our thread would have likely turned into a fight thread between our muses and uh...

...yeah, I realized named techniques are kind of an important thing to have, especially when writing within the context of an action-oriented series like Bleach. It wasn’t just about the cool factor, but having a readily available kit for reference (for myself, my writing partners, and folks reading in) was a must, not to mention it helped better define just what his main friggin’ weapon is capable of like those of most of the existing cast. In case a fight thread does come around in the future, it’d be an ideal thing to have ready to go and bring him further up to par with other fighters!

Just like that, I subjected myself to extra homework. Coming up with the moves themselves came to me simply enough, in seeing how air was played with in other media I was familiar with (key ones being Sonic the Hedgehog, The Legend of Zelda, and Avatar: The Last Airbender) and fashioning some of my own spins on top of some original ideas. I knew I wanted to lean hard on the bird motif since his zan spirit is a tengu, and given the wide variety of things the element of air/wind can do, I thought to make full connections between the two by theming each special move after certain species of bird! Creating those moves and naming them were the easy parts.

Naming them, that is, in English. Naming them all in Japanese was, by far, the hardest part. Why? Parce que je ne suis pas japonais, et aussi parce que je ne parle pas la langue, you see. On top of language barriers, the Japanese tongue operates on a whole other set of rules, compared to the Latin/Germanic-based ones I’ve grown used to with English, French, and (at one point) German. I did take some Japanese classes as an elective back in university, but that was only in first year – my own understanding, as a result, was threadbare and surface level at best, so that was not going to get me anywhere. I did not want to half-ass it with romaji and I love Bleach too much to not want to do these ideas justice.

I am a stickler when it comes to detail and canon-compliance, so getting the naming right by abiding to the proper conventions as best as I possibly could became my topmost priority. Google Translate was not going to fly because lord knows it’s no good without proper context between wholly different languages in English and Japanese, and it only gets wilder once you throw Chinese into the mix, given I’m supposed to use kanji. Thus, the name of the game here turned out to be “reverse engineering,” and I had to go in accepting I probably wasn’t going to get it 100% right the first time.

“What rules do zanpakutō names and special attack names follow?” “How do I apply on- or kun-reading in spelling out a group of certain kanji?” “Where are the common denominators in those rules that I can identify?” “Which language conventions have I already picked up from watching god knows how much anime over the years that I can replicate?” “Which set of words best conveys this particular English word that has no direct Japanese translation?” “How does [x] roll off the tongue? Does it sound right and fluid enough, or does it still feel super stilted and weird?” It was a loooooooot of this until I was finally satisfied with each individual end result!

Tl;dr: Jisho.org and Wikipedia were godsends during this whole process. I also want to thank @tigrextoque who gave me some helpful pointers after the fact!

ALSO... the ones on the Battle Info page aren’t even all of the ones I’ve thought about. Because I’m a glutton for punishment apparently, I purposely went and submitted a request for a certain ask meme on an ask meme source blog, JUST so I could play around with more ideas that came or would come to mind. This time, however, it was through the form of COMBINATION ATTACKS (which, by virtue alone, are honestly peak awesomeness). Those that implicated other shinigami got new bird motifs to meld the aesthetics of both muses, while I did get a couple of Quincy ones (with their referenced attacks actually using romaji as a base! Whoo-hoo for saving me the effort!) as a bonus to mix things up!

I’ll link them all right here (and later on the Battle Info page) for your convenience:

Noboru no mai, Shiro Fukurō (騰の舞・白梟, Rising Dance, Snowy Owl), with Rukia Kuchiki

Ahōdori Kyōka: Flying Battery (群烏強化: フライング バッテリー, Albatross Strengthening: Flying Battery) with Bambietta Basterbine

Muragarasu Kyōka: Galvano Volley (群烏強化: ガルヴァノ ボレー, Flock of Crows Strengthening: Galvano Volley), plus upgraded variant Muragarasu Kyōka: Galvano Storm (群烏強化: ガルヴァノ ストーム, Flock of Crows Strengthening: Galvano Storm), with Candice Catnipp

Hagetaka Rinbu (禿鷹輪舞, Vulture Round Dance) with Rangiku Matsumoto

Senkō-fū: Kitsutsuki (穿孔風: 啄木鳥, Drilling Wind: Woodpecker) with Nemu Kurotsuchi

Gyaku-fū Fūsa: Benizuru (逆風封鎖: 紅鶴, Headwind Blockade: Flamingo) with Byakuya Kuchiki

Hikuidori Hinshō (火食鳥 頻傷, Cassowary Frequent Cuts) with Ueno Chie​

Yes, “Flying Battery” was a deliberately written Sonic the Hedgehog reference. No, I will never apologize for that.

...might I reblog that meme again in the future though...?

...probably not right away.

So, uh... Plou, I should probably apologize for giving you a lot more than you likely bargained for, but hey, I just didn’t want to leave any stone unturned! Thank you so much for sending me your three questions, I enjoyed writing these little deep dives into my Bleach OC, and thanks for taking interest in Kōta! I hope all of my responses have been both enlightening and to your satisfaction.

[asmileyoucouldbottle]

She’s Only Angel- Osby

It’s been so long since I wrote for them 🥺💕 I got an anon ask on my main blog, @phobidawg to write Oscar and Ruby baking ages ago, but I had ~ no motivation ~ (ew.) Sorry it took so long, but it’s here! Enjoy :D

Reblogs super appreciated <333

Word Count: 1758

~*~

Throwing open the door, Ruby welcomed Oscar in. He held up his bag of supplies, and she whooped, giving him a bright smile. 

“I have very little experience cooking, just a warning.” Ruby cautioned as Oscar settled his bag on the counter.

“Cooking?” Oscar’s eyebrows furrowed in slight worry. 

“Yeah-”

“I thought we were baking…” Oscar trailed off. 

“I told you my mom would be using the oven for bread, so we’d have to work with the stovetop.”

“Uh-oh.” Oscar pulled out the supplies for lemon shortbread cookies out of his bag. He noticed Ruby couldn't help but look touched, even if he was completely incapable. 

She held up the bag, squinting at it. “Maybe we could…. cook them on the stove?” Ruby suggested dubiously. 

“Fried cookie dough!” Oscar exclaimed. He was like, 92.36 percent sure that’s how they did it at the fairs. The salt-and-peppered girl brightened and gave a little hop. “Oooh! Great idea!” His stomach did a little leap at its own, and he ducked to hide the effect she had on him.

With renewed purpose, Ruby took the bag of flour and poured it into a big bowl. Oscar peered over her shoulder, and they were both met with a faceful of flour.

Eyes closed and mouth open in shock, Oscar stumbled back from the bowl. He rubbed at his eyes as Ruby expertly wiped off the flour with a cloth beside her. Noticing him struggling, she turned to wipe the flour off his eyes as well, and he was suddenly struggling with trying not to notice how close their faces were. 

“Uh, sorry- I should’ve warned you about that.” She laughed, cheeks tinged pink. Oscar looked at her incredulously. “That’s a normal occurrence?” He exclaimed. She nodded, and he caught the slight teasing glint in her eye. 

“Don’t you use cups to measure it in or something like that?” He asked. 

“Umm… nope. It’s all just a gut feeling you know?” Oscar did not  know, and he was pretty sure didn’t either. He caught her eye, expertly raising an eyebrow, and she batted his shoulder with her flour covered hand. He jumped back. “Okay, okay captain, whatever you say! Just don’t flour my shirt.” 

“I say…” Ruby considered, before picking up the sugar.

“Incoming!” Oscar leaned back as she poured some into the bowl. It didn’t poof up like the flour, though she still got a few flecks on her lashes. Oscar though it looked kinda pretty. Actually, despite being covered in flour, Oscar thought she looked great. Impulsively, he leaned over to kiss her cheek. 

Surprised, she turned at him with an abashed smile. “Now your lips are all white” She pointed out with a giggle, and Oscar could see her flush a tiny bit where the flour was thinner. He pursed them like a fish, and she giggled again, before giving them a peck. Oscar grinned, incredibly pleased. 

“Focus!” She snapped her flour covered fingers in his face for emphasis, sending a cloud over his nose. He sneezed, inhaling flour as he laughed. 

“I present to you the baking soda…” Oscar showcased the little tin dramatically before handing it to Ruby. She took a pinch and sprinkled it in, and proceeded to take five more. Oscar raised his eyebrows once again. “I can’t tell if that was another one of those ‘gut’ things or actually pre-determined.”

“Well it’s normally 3, but I think I may have added a little more flour than usual.” Ruby explained. Oscar was now entirely certain she did not know what she was doing.

“Baking powder!” She demanded, flourishing a hand in his direction. He plopped the little container in her hand as requested.

“Thank you.” She took two pinches, and tossed it to the side. 

“Now we mix.” Oscar cheered, and grabbed a whisk. Ruby got a wooden spoon, and together they mixed it, bumping elbows and giving each other teasing shoves.

The wet mixture went on similarly, though cracking the eggs was a sight. Oscar gave it a go, and cracked it very well… in his hand. Then came take two, where for some unfathomable reason the yolk ended up outside of the bowl and the shells and whites in  They had to put the operation on hold to pick out as much shell as they could, and Oscar had a suspicion that Ruby was tossing little pieces in his hair when he wasn’t looking. On his third try he managed to get it in with a limited amount of shell added. He wanted to take it out, but after spending 10 minutes removing all the pieces from the second one, Ruby insisted that some shell adds “delectable crunch.” “Hold up!” 

Oscar looked up from where he was throwing out the egg shells. He looked towards Ruby, who had shouted. “What’s wrong?”

“I think we were supposed to add the sugar to the egg mix, not the flour.” Ruby was frowning at the bowls, and Oscar had a sudden sinking fear. “Are they ruined?!” He ran to the counter, desperately looking for a sign. If there was no hope for them, Oscar was certain he wouldn’t survive the heartbreak.

A bit alarmed, Ruby put a hand on his arm. “I’m sure it’s fine, they’re all going to the same place anyways.”   

Together they combined the bowl, with Oscar slowly adding in the wet mix while Ruby mixed it all together. There was a crease between her eyes, squinted in concentration, and her eyebrows were dusty white with flour. He felt a little bit of happiness settle into his chest, just from being here with her.

When he’d finished pouring, Ruby nudged him and gestured to the bowl with butter and eggs.  “This is your chance to show off your impressive muscles.” 

His elated grin melted away into a slight look of disgust. “You mean I have to knead that… like…” He imitated a squishing motion with his hands. 

“Um, yeah.” Ruby looked at him quizzically, and his face was grossed out.  He recognized the twist of her features as they resisted the urge to laugh, and slid the bowl back towards her. She gave him a look, and he felt reluctant to admit that he was in fact a tiny bit uneasy with the thought of kneading the dough. 

Sighing with exaggerated drama, she rolled up her sleeves. “I supposed I’ll have to show off my incredible strength first.” Oscar was more than happy to let her squish the bowl of egg, butter, and flour, and everything else for him, and he could tell that she didn’t mind the chance to exhibit her muscles. Though Oscar was partial to his own upper body strength, he had to admit that she was very fit as well. 

Ruby jabbed at the bowl with the wooden spoon a few times, attempted to mix it with the whisk, and when none of it proved effective, stuck her hands to squish it all together.

Not envying her one bit, Oscar fiddled with the radio behind them. He heard what sounded like a choir, made a face, and went to change it.

“Wait go back!” Ruby called excitedly. Oscar, confused, skipped back to the choir- which was rising in pitch. 

“Ohmyskies this was like my childhood.” She held up a finger, telling him to wait, when suddenly the crescendo stopped. Ruby, and the sudden man, let out an enthusiastic “HEY HEY!” 

Oscar suddenly recognized the song. “Only Angel!” Ruby explained, as he grabbed a spoon and started jamming. “Harry Styles was my pre-teen obsession.” She laughed, a tiny blush on her nose, starting to dance. “He was an old singer from before the Age of Anarchy.” Oscar nodded, vibing. The blush on her nose was also distractingly cute, and he was sad when she turned back around.

“Only Angel- woohoo!” They sang together, Ruby shimmying her feet while continuing to occasionally knead. 

He couldn’t decide whether his spoon was a mic or a guitar, so it ended up being both. Ruby watched him from the corner of her eyes, muffling laughter as he sang out of the rounded part of the spoon while “strumming” the stick. Oscar thought he actually sounded pretty good in the moments that he tried- though most of it was exaggerated for the ‘funny factor.’

The mix was now completely doughy, so she rinsed her hands and dried them with a hand towel while Oscar continued to sing into his spoon. 

As soon as her hands were dry, Oscar threw his spoon over his shoulder and reached over to pull her in a spin. Ruby yelped in surprise, but it quickly turned into a laugh. One hand on his cane and the other in hers, he started to lead some sort of swing dance that was completely inappropriate with the music, but fun all the same. Ruby couldn’t stay steady on her feet for her life, and tripped every other second, but Oscar flawlessly led them on. 

They swung, spun, and shimmied across the kitchen, bubbling laughter and the squeaking of converse on tiles merging with the music. Their eyes met, and faces complete with matching grins, and Oscar felt a rush in the pit of his stomach.

“She’s an angel, woohoo. Only angel, woohoo-” Oscar couldn’t help but agree, as he swung Ruby in a circle. His own complete happiness was reflected in her gaze, as they turned in circles and moved their feet with enthusiasm making up for lack of skill. As the song reached its peak, Ruby tilted up on tiptoe and kissed him. 

Though he hadn’t realized it, this was what Oscar had been waiting for the entire day. He settled his cane against a counter and slid the arm around her back, their other hands still intertwined. Ruby smiled against him, and he was momentarily concerned that he’d swallowed one of Danna’s lepidopterans and it was having a party in his stomach. As the last chords of the song faded out into the echoing choir, Ruby lowered back down to standing, fingers still entwined in his.

Oscar looked at her with a heartsick grin, and Ruby couldn’t help but return it- even as she stepped back. “Remember, we still have cookies to fry!” She announced, turning on the stove. Oscar brought the bowl over to the stove, his step complete with a new bounce. The two of them shared a grin, and Oscar was left wondering by what luck of fate he’d ended up with such a good lot in life.

[perspective-series]

Switched Perspective (9)

By: @arc852 and @hiddendreamer67

Warnings: bruises, injuries

(Check the reblog for the links to the previous chapters and the prequel!)

This is a sequel to A Third Perspective! Read that first or you will be confused!

Roman panted, nearly getting lost in the dark again. He used the trick from his first time in the walls and just kept his hand running against the wall. By the time he saw the bedroom light, Roman’s legs were screaming at him to stop moving and just collapse right there on the ground. It took all of Roman’s strength to limp out into the giant room, leaning slightly on the wall for support.

“I’m back.” Roman gave a forced smile, holding up the card he found slightly.

Patton put his own note down, turning back towards Roman. “Great job kiddo!” He took the note from Roman, reading it to himself. Once again becoming confused as to what this could all mean. They were all different, after all. He turned back to Roman, intent on saying as much, but stopped as he took Roman’s stance in.

His mind wandered back to the note he had just gotten. “Roman? Are you okay?”

“Ah, well…” Roman chuckled awkwardly, though it ended in a slight wheeze as he felt the familiar pressure in his chest. “Not particularly, no.”

Patton reached out and scooped Roman up into his cupped hands. He looked closer at Roman, eyes going wide. How had he not seen it before? Roman looked...awful. His leg was at an awkward angle and limp. And his skin was discolored around his upper arms, just barely poking out of his sleeve. Without thinking, Patton lifted up Roman’s shirt, gasping at the amount of bruises on his chest and stomach.

“Roman...What-What happened?” He asked softly, still in shock.

“A...variety of incidents.” Roman phrased it carefully, still not wanting to throw Virgil under the bus completely. He tried not to cry out at Patton’s inspection only aggravated some of the wounds. After all, Patton was just trying to help. “Tripping over some furniture, falling off of some furniture, the usual stuff I suppose.”

Patton let out a little whine in worry. “Oh Ro, I’m so sorry. I should have noticed sooner!” Patton stood up, being extra careful knowing Roman was injured. “We can deal with the notes later, we need to take care of this first.” Patton placed the notes on the desk with the first one.

“Where do you keep your first aid kit?” He asked, looking around the room as if it would pop out at him.

“In the bathroom.” Roman pointed to the doorway. Patton’s worry filled Roman with a small sense of relief; after all, it had been a long time since someone had actively shown care for Roman’s well-being.

“Okay.” He went to the bathroom, setting Roman down on the counter and getting the kit out. He opened it, looking through it. He glanced from Roman to the supplies, thinking. “Alright, um, we should probably wrap up your chest...do we need this gel? Would this help?” Patton asked, holding it up for Roman to see.

“I’m not actually sure.” Roman admitted. “I’ve never dealt with injuries like this before. Grab my phone, we can look up the proper treatment.”

“Okay.” Patton ran into the bedroom, looking around until he spotted Roman’s phone on his nightstand. He grabbed it and ran back to the bathroom. He placed the phone in front of Roman, not knowing how to work it. “Here you go.”

Roman began to type in his password and navigate to google. It was slow going, especially because Roman couldn’t lay on the counter’s surface without his bruised ribs flaring up. After finally finding the results on how to heal both bruised ribs and a sprained ankle, Roman was glad he was still alive. Most of the activities listed under ‘DO NOT’ he had been doing all day. This included things like straining yourself or doing any exercise that makes the pain worse. Whoops.

Fortunately, google also gave him some helpful solutions to help alleviate the pain.

“Alright, it looks like the main thing we need is ice.” Roman looked up from the phone screen.

“Ice, gotcha.” Patton went to the kitchen, trying to remember what Logan had done the day before for him. Patton opened the freezer, noticing the familiar ice pack Logan had used on him. He grabbed it and a small towel and ran back to the bathroom.

“Here we go!” Patton wrapped the ice pack in a towel and placed it behind Roman. “This was the same one I used yesterday to help my bruises.”

“Your bruises?” Roman repeated, currently trying to tug the ice pack so that it would lay on top of him. The internet had suggested putting it on top of his chest to numb the pain and lessen the swelling, which made sense why Roman’s chest had felt so tight. Ever since the incident he must have been swelling like a balloon.

Patton blinked, realizing what he had said, before looking down. “Um, yeah...most of it was from when you bumped into Logan. I took a pretty nasty fall, but...some of it was from...you, picking me up and stuff.” Patton revealed, rubbing the back of his neck. But he tried to force out a grin.

“But-But it’s okay now! You can’t hurt me like this!”

Roman blinked, holding the corner of the ice pack to his chest. Of course Patton would have bruises, too. Virgil had shown his earlier. It wasn’t like Roman was truly any better than Logan. In fact, if Roman wasn’t so small Patton would still hate him. Did that mean when everything went back to normal, Patton would still leave?

“Patton…” Roman’s voice cracked slightly. Even though the ice felt soothing on his aching muscles, this guilty feeling made the tightness in his chest stay. “Patton, I am so sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you and I certainly never want to hurt you again.”

Patton paused, frowning. “I…” Tears started forming in his eyes as he suddenly thought back to his time with Roman before. He started to shake as he quickly wiped his tears away. “I don’t...I don’t want to think about that right now.” Patton shook his head, more to clear his thoughts.

“Everything is fine right now and that’s all that matters, right?” Patton smiled, but it was still off.

Roman wasn’t so sure. After all, it would be best if they talked about this. He didn’t want Patton to feel threatened when Roman was back to being a human. But he didn’t want to drive Patton away now either, so he kept his lips sealed about the past.

“Patton,” Roman asked softly, instead focusing on the present, “are we friends?”

“O-Of course Roman! You’re too cute like this for us not to be!” Patton said, his smile was a bit more real now, but still held some force to it.

Roman nodded, but his heart wasn't in it. He shifted under the ice pack to make sure both his ribs and his leg were getting numbed.

“But are we still going to be friends?” Roman pressed on, letting his anxious feelings show.

“W-What do you mean?” Patton asked, confused but also having some idea.

“I mean, when- if - things ever go back to… the way they used to be.” Roman gestured to the two of them. “When we’re our respective normal sizes again.”

Patton stared off to the side again. “I...I really do want to say yes but I…” The memories came rushing back and Patton started shaking all over again. Patton let out a shaky breath. “Like this, I can picture you as different people...human Roman and borrower Roman. It makes it easier to push away the memories of human Roman with you small like this.” Patton sighed.

“You seem really fun Roman, you do. I feel like we would be great friends, either way, but...I-I’m scared Roman…”

“...you’re scary, too.” Roman muttered, almost not loud enough for the human to hear.

Patton completely froze at that. “W-What?”

“I mean, not all the time.” Roman retracted his statement slightly, not wanting to offend Patton after they had come so far. Patton had even called him a friend; so why was Roman so insistent on pushing Patton’s buttons?

“It’s just, well…” Roman sighed, deciding to come clean. “Maybe not all these bruises are from falling off the coffee table, alright? You’re really grabby, and a lot of the times you’re not very careful, but I didn’t want to say anything because I was just so glad that you actually liked me for once that I didn’t want to drive you away.”

Patton blinked. “...O-Oh…” He looked down at his hands, his human-sized hands. Had he really been so bad? Thinking back on it...yeah, he had. He hadn’t been thinking, honestly, he had just...done it.

Was it true? Had he really acted almost exactly like how Roman had first acted? “I never wanted to...I mean-I…”

“No, I know you didn’t, Pat!” Roman was quick to try and reassure the human. “Of course you wouldn’t try to hurt me, you’re far too nice. You’re like a cotton candy cloud of kindness. That’s what made it even harder to say anything, because I didn’t want you to feel bad about it, either. I mean, accidents happen. I know I screwed up and didn’t notice.” Roman gave an unprincely snort. “I figured this was a good way for karma to get me back.”

“What? No! You don’t-you don’t deserve this. No one does!” Patton wiped the rest of his tears away. “I never would wish that what happened to me would happen to you. You may have...messed up and...really scared me, but you still didn’t deserve any of this.” Patton looked down again.

“I’m sorry I made you feel this way and hurt you...I should have been more careful and paid more attention…” Patton was starting to understand why Roman had acted how he did. Being a human, in the presence of someone so much smaller, was hard.

“Patton, it’s alright.” Roman shifted the ice pack. “I forgive you. Although, ah, moving forward your more careful actions would be most appreciated.” Roman looked a bit sheepish. “I never realized how every little human thing can affect a guy when he’s this tall.”

“Yeah...that’s why I should have been more careful. Even a ‘gentle’ poke can be enough to leave a bruise.” Patton sighed. “I’ll be better, I promise.” He paused for a moment, thinking.

“And if-no-when we turn back to normal, and I know we will, I’d...like to give our friendship a chance. If you want, of course. You might have to be patient with me though...because I’m still gonna be scared…”

“Patton, I swear on this ice pack that I will be the most patient human you have ever seen.” Roman placed his palm on the ice to make it official, eyes crinkling with excitement as he gazed up at Patton. “I understand now the amount of trust that will take, and I promise you’re putting it in the right person. Because that’s what friends are for.”

Patton grinned, a real grin. “I know.” He said, referring to Roman’s second to last statement. Patton clapped, feeling refreshed after their talk. “Now! Let's finish patching you up and then get back to Virgil, Logan, and Thomas!”

[yoongi-sugaglider]

School Yard Confessions

She’s a drama teacher,followed by the ghost of a young man since childhood who may or may not be her best friend.Can her spectral friend give her the courage to speak to the man of her dreams?

Warnings:Angst,Teacher AU,Ghost possession

Word count:1,368

So…this is my first attempt at a BTS fanfic.I’ve written stuff before but on my main blog.Soooooo…..please don’t judge me too harshly,but also if you like it please leave a comment,like and or reblog to let me know and I’ll continue writing~Anyways,please enjoy!

p.s-this is based on a dream I had,not that anyone cares lol but yea.I’mma stop talking now and get to the story!

Chapter 1

“Tae.I’m not letting you take over again.The last time you did you tried to change the entire costume department’s dress code. It took me weeks to get people to stop teasing me for it.“ She glanced in the mirror hanging above the sinks of the girl’s locker room, glaring at the semi-transparent form pacing just behind her. The young man ran a hand through his hair, stopping just behind her to grin goofily at her as he ran a quick hand through his hair again.

The spirit had been with her for so long she didn’t even mind when people came in and found her talking to herself. Most by now just tossed it up as a quirk of hers that she usually just attributed to rehearsing lines for whatever play her students may be putting on at the time. But that never stopped Taehyung from playing tricks on her or taking her body over to cause all sorts of fashion corrections to her wardrobe or those that managed to stay friends with her. Her best living friend actually enjoyed it, saying the fashionista inside was the better part of her when she needed help for a date.

"Come on y/n, we both know that top and those pants do NOT go together." The spectral male crossed his arms over his chest, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as the young woman stared down thoughtfully at her clothes. She’d decided to wear a sensible button-down shirt and a pair of dark dress slacks for the semi-formal occasion.The school was hosting a new student orientation and as the head teacher of the drama department, she’d been required to attend in order to ensure the tours went on without a hitch.

"I don’t get it Tae, what’s the problem with how I’m dressed?I’m a teacher, sensible and formal is how I’m supposed to be dressed when it comes to orientation tours." She frowned in the mirror, tugging at the hem of her shirt to readjust it self consciously.

"But that’s just it!You’re young,you’re hot! Men would pay good money to see you dress your age.And besides, are you really going to tell me that you don’t want to dress up for Hoseok Hyungnim." Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows in the mirror, a boxy grin dancing on his lips. The woman groaned, resting her hands on the bathroom’s counter as her eyes wandered over the bare minimum makeup she’d applied to her face before leaving her apartment. She hadn’t given much thought to it, hoping to avoid her crush altogether by keeping busy. "It’s Hoseok Sunbaenim…and I do care. I just…wan’t sure if I’d have the stomach to actually approach him, let alone talk to him confidently today…”

Taehyung leaned in beside her, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin where his incandescent form brushed against her arm. “Girl…you are smoking hot.If I were alive, I’d have gone after you years ago.The man is either blind or dumb as hell for having not noticed you before." He smirked, licking his lips as his ghostly handmade as if to smack her rear end.It passed through her, sending a chill to rush up her spine. Though she didn’t feel an actual hit the effect was apparent none the less. She squealed, smacking ineffectively at his hand, though a smile edged at the corner of her lips.

"Listen noona, I’ve got a bag of makeup stashed in the bottom drawer of your desk and I can guarantee there is an outfit I can work within the costume department. Give me 20 minutes and I’ll have you looking like the teacher of every school boy’s wet dreams." He pouted, sticking out his lower lip and batting his eyelashes at her cutely. She sighed, pushing away from the counter and turning to him.

"Alright Tae,20 minutes. But that’s all you get." The young man whooped happily, jumping up into the air excitedly before reaching out to her chest. "And nothing too slutty I don’t want to get fired you hear me?”

She shivered as the ghostly figure entered her body. It felt similar to dunking her entire body in a freezing cold lake. Her mind went numb as Taehyung began the process of taking her over. She lost all feeling in her limbs and would have fallen if he hadn’t acted quickly, tensing her leg muscles to prevent the fall and leaning against the counter as the process was completed. As he began to make his way out of the bathroom and to the drama classroom she allowed her mind to wander, no longer having to worry about keeping up appearances, knowing that Taehyung wouldn’t do anything to fully embarrass her or get her in trouble.

Her mind flashed back to the first time this had happened,early in their initial time together. She’d been in middle school and having a particularly rough time with of it with a bully,an older girl who’d been held back and in an act of bitterness had decided to take it out on the younger girl. The bullying had started off midle,dumb letters left at her desk and incidents of tripping and cat calling in hallways as she walked past.But it’d quickly escalated to rougher handling and harsher name calling,much of it comments on her looks or love of reading classic poetry during down time in class. Then one day the bully had taken it too far. Tae’d tailed her to school just to see what she was being taught when the bully and her friends had cornered her by herself in an empty stairwell. They’d caught her talking to Taehyung, though it seemed to them as if she were talking to herself and began calling her names,yanking roughly at her hair and clothes and slapping and hitting her. When one of the girls had ripped her shirt,exposing her young skin to the world and then kicked her to the ground the rest of the group had descended on her,punching and kicking her brutally.

Taehyung lost it,swiping at them with his ghostly hands and struggling desperately to save his young friend. Suddenly he’d stopped moving,glaring down at the situation before reaching his hand between the girls and right into her chest. It’d happened so quickly she couldn’t even remember clearly what took place. But once she’d regained control of her body it was very clear that Tae had handled the situation as only a spirit could. The bullies were scattered in the stairwell,in various states of beat the hell up as her body stood above the initial aggressor,her knuckles bloodied and her body bruised but in no uncertain terms victorious.

After that the girls left her alone,citing that she was insane and labeling her a social pariah until she’d graduated through to high school and beyond. Tae and herself had gotten much closer. She allowed him access to her body every now and again so that he could re-experience the feeling of being alive as well as protecting her should the need arise. He’d rarely left her side since,citing that it was safer for her if she had a little otherworldly help from time to time,though she knew deep down that the real reason was that he was afraid to lose his only connection to the living should anything happen to her.

She mentally sighed,knowing her body was in good hands and yet she could feel a sense of mental anxiety beginning to take over. Taehyung had grabbed the makeup bag and was currently in the drama room expertly applying eyeshadow to create a smokey eye look that complimented the slim fitted azure dress he’d found. The neckline of the dress hung low,showing just enough cleavage to draw attention to herself but not enough to be considered inappropriate. A slit began at the hem of the dress,creeping up her left calf and stopping just above her knee. She wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but it definitely wasn’t something she’d have chosen for herself without Tae’s help.

Tae smirked in the mirror,the look he gave causing her face to seem far sexier than she’d have made it. “Alright princess,you ready to go bag yourself a prince charming?" Her voice came out slightly huskier than normal,a side effect of having Taehyung in control.

"As ready as I’ll ever be." She mumbled as she regained control over her body and smoothed the dress down her sides,flashing herself a nervous smile as she steeled her nerves in preparation of facing her soon to be students.

[zillanewt]

What’s In Your Head?

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five

summary: So, the year is 1999. Eddie is 23 years old, telepathic, and lives with his childhood best friend, Bill, in Portland, Maine. He meets a young musician with a knack for speed named Richie at a bar. Based off @trashmouthloser‘s mutant!loser club headcanons!!

pairing: reddie

words: 2.6K

warnings: alcohol, pretty s*xual flirting (but no s*x)

A/N: i wrote a lot this time?? i think it’s because we’re getting into the good (gay) parts of the story and it’s so much fun to write. i realized that i forgot to write bill’s stutter in the first chapter, whoops. it’s really mild in this fic bc he has more control of it as an adult but he still has it. thank you so much for reading, liking, and reblogging!! Please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!

A slight sting ran through Eddie’s head as he stirred from sleep. He faintly began to remember the events of last night and groaned at the thought of his forwardness. Quietly, he cursed Mike and Bill under his breath for not stopping him, but he checked his answering machine anyway - mentally prepared for either nothing at all or a disastrous rejection voicemail.

Nothing.

He supposed it was better than, “hey, fuck you. I’m not interested in bar-hookups.”

Only slightly, though.

Normally, he has to know a guy for months to even consider holding hands with them (which is the reason why most of his relationships fizzle out, but he prefers not to talk about that). But, he felt some sort of magnetic pull last night that he wants to blame entirely on a mixture of physical attraction and alcohol, which isn’t all that difficult.

Eddie got out of bed to take a couple aspirin only to find Richie sitting at his kitchen table, reading one of Eddie’s old Spiderman comic and sipping black coffee from one of the mugs Eddie’s mother sent him. His heart dropped from his chest into his stomach, as he stood there wide-eyed staring at him.

Dear fucking god, what did he do last night?!

He doesn’t even remember Richie coming home with him last night. There isn’t a pain in his lower back and his bed seemed to be stain-free, so they couldn’t have slept together. But, it doesn’t explain why a man he clearly saw get into a van with his band and drive off was sitting at his kitchen table.

Maybe, he was having a fever dream.

Richie sensed Eddie and glanced up from his comic book and coffee. When he laid eyes on him, he broke out into a smirk and had dark hooded eyes. Eddie didn’t have to be a mind-reader to know what Richie was thinking when he saw Eddie’s shocked stare and slightly agape mouth.

“Hey, princess,” he drawled, making Eddie’s face heat up in anger and embarrassment. Maybe, he didn’t like Richie as much as the alcohol did.

“Don’t call me that!” Eddie snapped. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

Richie tsked, with a faux frown. “You’re certainly being rude to a house guest,” he scolded.

“I don’t even remember inviting you into my house!”

Eddie’s face was as red as a Coke can, and Richie could clearly tell he was seething, as his stifled laughter indicated.

Suddenly, a huge roaring laugh burst from him and he yelled out “I can’t, Bill! I can’t do it!”

Bill entered the kitchen, laughing just as hard as Richie. But, when he looked back, Richie wasn’t Richie. He was Mike, pounding his hand on the table as he laughed so hard he was nearly in tears.

After a heated moment of confusion and fear, Eddie realized Mike used his shapeshifting abilities to trick him. If he was angry earlier, he was twice as angry now.

“You guys are assholes!” Eddie shouted, quickly turning on his heel to storm upstairs.

“Y-You should’ve seen the l-look on your face,” Bill shouted after him.

When he got up to his room, he immediately breathed out a sigh of relief that he didn’t fuck anything up last night. But, he also cursed himself because even a fake Richie could get him so riled up.

*************

Silently, Eddie stewed in his irritation and anger long after Mike had left to go home. Not speaking to him as they picked up around the house and finished various chores.

When Eddie heard the phone ringing in the kitchen, he bolted from the living room to answer it, ignoring Bill’s amused giggling. He swears to god that if this is his mom, he’s going to lock himself in his room forever.

“Hello,” he said slightly out of breath.

“Uuhm, hi,” the person on the other end says awkwardly, “Is Eddie there?”

“This is Eddie,” he tries to say with the utmost calmness but winced slightly at how enthused he sounded.

“Oh hey!” the voice says excitedly, “This is Richie.”

Eddie mouths the words “yes, thank you, Jesus” a couple times, pumping his fisting. He could totally hear Bill giggling in the living room and making kissing noises, but he really didn’t give a fuck.

Clearing his throat, he begins as nonchalantly as possible, “what’s up, Rich?”

Unknown to Eddie, Richie preens at the nickname on the other side of the line.

“A couple college students my bandmates know are throwing a party in the suburbs, and I was wondering if you and your friends wanted to come?” Richie said in an excited rush. Eddie could barely understand was he was saying, save for “party” and “wanted to come.” Typically, Eddie didn’t go to parties during his years in high school and college. When he did, he was always dragged there by a friend, namely Bill. But, this was an attractive musician he almost kissed last night.

This was all Eddie needed to know before he enthusiastically said “yes.” Though Richie couldn’t see it, he was vehemently nodding his head and bobbing up and down like an excited child. He could barely contain himself as he wrote down the address.

“Great! I’ll see you tonight, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie drawled in his normal raspy voice, feeling slightly more relaxed.

Before Eddie could reprimand him for the nickname, he hung up, leaving Eddie under Bill’s intense gaze.

“S-so?” Bill asked.

“So, we’re totally going to a college party, tonight,” Eddie stated, pointedly avoiding Bill’s shocked stare.

“E-Eddie, you hate p-parties,” he deadpanned while looking at Eddie as if he had stepped out of an insane asylum.

The other man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, still avoid Bill’s eyes. He mumbled, “I don’t hate them that much.”

“In y-your own words, they are ‘smelly, loud, and a b-breeding ground for g-germs and STDs,’” Bill recited smugly.

“This is different.”

“How?”

“Cute boy,” Eddie stated simply. Bill shook his head in disbelief and relented to Eddie’s wish.

********

The house was far out in the suburbs and looked like something from those coming-of-age movies Eddie would watch obsessively as a kid. There were university students strewn out on the lawn, making out and drinking carelessly. A strong pulsing bass came from the house, coursing through Eddie, Bill, and Mike’s bodies as they stood on the sidewalk.

“I-I hope one of these kids don’t f-fuck up my car,” Bill confessed.

“Kids?” Mike laughed, “you only graduated just last year, Big Bill.”

Ignoring their bickering, Eddie walked away from them towards the house. It was exactly everything Eddie hated about parties: smelly, loud, and a breeding ground for germs and STDs. Belatedly, he realized he must look out of place once again, as he was dressed like a ‘80s rich boy with his striped long sleeve polo and khakis.

Maybe tonight was going to turn out to be a John Hughes movie after all.

He uncomfortably wandered through the crowd of college students, looking for the boy with dark grey hair. Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted Richie sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging and singing along to Guns and Roses, while a redheaded girl, the band’s drummer if Eddie can remember correctly, giggles at the motion of his long gangly limbs. Richie was wearing the same grey leather jacket and silver boots as last night, but he swapped the pink tank top for a Pink Floyd shirt.

Eddie smiles fondly to himself and approaches them. The girl instantly notices and tells Richie to turn around with a smug grin. Richie whips his head around and his eyes go wide whenever he spots Eddie standing there and giggling. First, he gives Eddie an obvious once-over, then he grins wide and motions Eddie to come over to them.

“Eds!” he exclaims. “The cutest boy in the Portland area! You’ve made it!”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie says as Richie places his arm around his shoulder. “And, you must be blind if you think I’m the cutest boy of anything.”

“Well, Edmund,” Richie says in a posh British accent, “I am legally blind according to the state of Maine, so I have to wear these babies.” Then, he pulls his eyelid slightly down, pointing towards the obvious contact lenses in his eyes. “But, you don’t give yourself enough credit, Eddie.”

Meanwhile, the girl is still watching this exchange, smiling as if she knows something they don’t. She clears her throat to get Richie’s attention.

“Oh yeah!” Richie said, “This is our drummer, Beverly.”

“I’m Eddie,” he says in response, sticking his hand out.

She takes it. “I heard quite a bit about you in the van last night, Eddie. Oh, what were you saying again, Richie? ‘God, he’s so cute. I want to eat him up like a Twinkie. I would’ve paid five billion dollars to have him pin me to that sta-’”

Richie quickly interrupted her in a British accent, “whoa, Bevvie! You insult my fair lady’s honor!”

Beverly just shakes her head and takes a cigarette out of her pocket. “I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone,” she said as she placed the cigarette in her mouth, lit it with a small flame at the end of her finger, and exited the kitchen.

“So, do you want a drink?” Richie asked, jumping off the counter.

“Yeah, but I probably shouldn’t drink too much tonight,” Eddie said, biting his lip.

Before Eddie could say what he wanted, Richie got two beers from the fridge. They were both the cheap brand that you could get a 6 pack of for 5 dollars. But, Eddie wasn’t about to complain. He was with Richie, so tonight was already a pretty good night.

Richie made what was considered a pretty bold move in Eddie’s book and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the living room where the stereo was. Everyone in the living was circled around one person, Bill, who was using his powers to make the keg float. People cheered and shouted as if it was one of the coolest things they’ve ever seen.

“Your friend seems pretty popular,” Richie leaned in and said to Eddie, matter-of-factly.

Eddie took a sobering sip of his beer as he leaned against the wall and watched big jock-like guys slap Bill on the back. It was high school all over again.

“Yeah, I guess,” he shrugged. “Bill’s always had a pretty cool mutation.”

Glancing in his direction, Richie noticed how Eddie’s shoulders were slumped and his eyes were trained on the floor, silently nursing his beer.

“I bet you have a cool one too! Or, if you don’t have one, that’s also awesome! You don’t need to compare yourself to Bill,” Richie yelled over the loud music.

“Not really,” Eddie said quietly.

Richie encouragingly nudged him to share, because he genuinely thought Eddie didn’t need to be insecure.

“Ok, ok,” Eddie relented. “I’m a mind-reader. It’s nothing special, really.”

He lifted his head to look at Richie who looked positively lost for words.

“W-What?” Richie asked dumbly, growing hot in the face. “So, have you read my thoughts?”

A smirk grew on Eddie’s face as he watched Richie squirm under his gaze.

“Why Rich?” he asked in the best “sweet and innocent” voice he could muster. “Have you been thinking naughty thoughts about me?”

Eddie leaned into Richie playfully and got a good whiff of cheap cologne, feeling the heat in the pit of his belly when Richie unabashedly said “yes.”

Quickly, Richie’s eyes grew dark and hooded, as he kept glancing at Eddie’s lips without even trying to hide it. He leaned closer in, and Eddie didn’t feel the same courage coursing through his veins as last night. In the back of his head, he knew that if he started to kiss Richie, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Truthfully, he didn’t want this to be some one night stand, so he wouldn’t let it turn into one.

“Don’t worry,” Eddie whispered softly, aware of the little space between their lips, “I don’t read people’s minds without asking. It’s an invasion of their privacy.”

“You can invade my privacy any day, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie said.

At this point, Eddie’s back was against the wall, while Richie leaned one arm against it. Before now, Eddie really never noticed the height difference between the two of them, but Richie simply towered over him, and Eddie could only stare at Richie with big brown eyes.

“What about you?” Eddie asked, awkwardly trying to change the subject, “What’s your mutation?”

Richie took the hint and backed away from Eddie, slightly disappointed. Little did he know, Eddie was also disappointed.

“I’m really fast,” Richie said proudly, taking a sip of his beer.

“What does that even mean?” Eddie sputtered.

“I could show you,” Richie drawled with a wicked grin.

But, it wasn’t an innuendo this time.

Richie actually grabbed Eddie’s hand and dragged him from the house. Once they got outside, Eddie felt the cold bite of the fall temperature, as he shivered slightly. Quickly, Richie took off his jacket and put it around Eddie’s shoulders, then hunched over.

“Get on,” Richie said impatiently.

Mentally, Eddie resented that he was small enough for Richie to give him a piggyback ride, but he didn’t voice it.

As soon as he was one, the world around him became a blur as he clutched on to Richie for dear life. And, in an instant, it was over. They were 5 blocks away from the house in front of an all-night convenience store. Eddie was ready to vomit all over the pavement while he dug around in his pocket for his inhaler. He took two quick inhalations, before turning around to glare at Richie.

“You could’ve got me killed!” he scolded, still trying to calm his insides.

“But I didn’t,” Richie pointed out, rubbing Eddie on the back as he worried his lip between his teeth.

Truthfully, he felt very guilty for making Eddie this uncomfortable and worried, but his mouth replied before he could stop it. Eddie looked at Richie’s face and took his earlier words to heart, reading Richie’s thoughts. His anger almost immediately dissipated.  

“I know,” Eddie said calmly and quietly. “I’m not mad at you. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Richie didn’t make Eddie get on his back again, but instead went into the convenience store and bought him a ginger ale. They walked the whole five blocks back to the house party (with Richie’s hand on Eddie’s waist), bickering and arguing. When they got back, Bill and Mike were laying on the hood of Bill’s car, blanking staring up at the sky.

“E-Eddie,” Bill hiccuped and then slurred. “You’re clearly the most s-sober, so you are the d-designated driver.”

He lazily tossed his keys in Eddie’s direction, clearly not worried whether Eddie caught them or not. (He didn’t).

After Eddie fished Bill’s keys from the gravel, he turned to Richie, whose arm was still around his waist, and said goodnight.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Eddie spoke softly as if he’d ruin the moment if he spoke any louder. “I had a really fun time with you, Rich.”

“No problem,” Richie replied. “You’re still the cutest boy in Portland, Eddie Spaghetti.”

Before Eddie could scold him for using that nickname, Richie leaned down for a quick peck on the lips. The same kind of kiss you’d give when dropping off someone after a first date. Eddie met Richie’s eyes when he pulled away and saw nothing but pure adoration there.

After they broke away and Richie was walking back towards the house, Eddie noticed he was still wearing the leather jacket.

“Wait, Richie!” he called. “Your jacket!”

“Keep it!” Richie yelled back.

Tonight truly did turn into a John Hughes movie.

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@asteroidbill, @ttrxshmouth, @lukemybieber

[qqueenofhades]

Hiii! How are you, what's up, how's the life treating ya? Have you seen the Lucifer trailer from sdcc? Any thoughts? I'm kinda stuck on the Dan/Chloe kiss, but it looks great! Hope you're having a great week! ~DSEP

Heh, I haven’t watched any trailers/anything from SDCC, for any of my fandoms. I just reblog some pictures and look at stuff and go “hmm, cool,” so yes.

As for a Dan/Chloe kiss, I imagine that’s from the four standalone eps we were supposed to get at the end of s2, before they moved them to s3, because I know there were flashbacks to Chloe first joining the force among those. I have seen gifs of Linda and Chloe going to Lucifer’s penthouse and whooping it up, however, among others, and I definitely 100% approve.

The biggest news that I took away from SDCC, however, is the introduction of New Love Interest Guy, and hooooo, do I have theories. Some of which I already inflicted on @devilishyhandsomefriend, but yes.

Anyway, in short, here’s my spec: “Marcus Pierce” is either Michael, as in the archangel Michael, or some kind of agent/associate of his.

Why? Glad you asked!

First of all, the name set off my radar immediately. “Marcus” is from “Mars,” as in the Roman god of war, and “Pierce” is a violent-sounding action – you pierce someone with something, such as, say, a sword. So this dude’s name basically means “War Sword” right off the bat. Hmmm.

Next, the archangel Michael was, traditionally, the guy who led Heaven’s armies against Lucifer in the war: he was Lucifer’s main antagonist/major foil among his siblings, the most powerful, the one in charge of throwing Lucifer out of heaven and keeping him out. Marcus also seems to turn up right after Lucifer gets his wings back. Given as the entire theme of the season is about Lucifer’s identity as either angel/devil, I’m not buying that this guy who is specifically presented as Lucifer’s antithesis, everything he’s not – i.e. mature, reliable, serious, stable – is just some handsome square-jawed human that happened to wander into the place. So again: his name has warlike connotations, and he’s Lucifer’s opposite, and he’s turned up right after Lucifer’s angelic identity/connection to heaven has been restored. Yes, some of the role of most powerful/oldest archangel seems to have been filled by Amenadiel, but there’s still a space to bring on Michael. It could also explain why Chloe is attracted to him – he’s like Lucifer fundamentally, i.e. angelically, but he actually has, you know, his shit together.

Next, they have been pretty coy about the possibility of seeing more angel siblings, or who exactly the antagonist for the season is. We know that Charlotte Richards will be around as her human self now that Mom’s gone, but… she doesn’t really fit the bill for a Big Bad any more. The guy NAMED FOR THE GOD OF WAR seems a litttttttle suspicious to me, especially since we’ve been told right off the bat that Lucifer isn’t going to be happy with the situation and will feel insecure and challenged. To which I say: good.

Obviously, nobody really likes love triangles, but a) the writers have smartly subverted and played around with tropes and avoided being predictable in a ton of ways before, and b) honestly, Lucifer really, really needs a kick in the pants, and HARD. He’s changed a lot, but he still hasn’t changed in quite the way Chloe needs him to. He’s basically figured that he can fuck it up repeatedly and then waltz back into her life and retake his place (see 2x14) and he just has not gotten it through his damn dense head that this pattern cannot continue. Tom himself said that Lucifer never regarded Dan as a real rival for Chloe; he was “Detective Douche,” beta male, not somebody who could actually challenge him. Marcus/Michael/Pseudo-Michael, on the other hand… that’s a different story. If this is the guy who defeated Lucifer and threw him out of heaven before, or has some connection to him, then yeah, Lucifer is going to be hot under the collar and he’s going to have to take (finally…) a serious look at what he’s been doing and the ways in which, with good intentions, he’s been taking Chloe for granted the way he did Maze (and which we just saw Maze free herself from). But if Marcus IS Michael, and not telling Chloe who he is, Lucifer is going to have to think hard about doing the same himself, and whatever secrets he’s still keeping/inclined to keep.

I don’t want Marcus to be evil, just because a) the writers so rarely make any character completely dislikable, love to develop, have everyone’s best interests at heart, and want to tell a compelling story, and b) obviously, I don’t want Chloe to be forced to return to Lucifer just because the other guy turned out to be fake. Just as they’ve done such a good job exploring so far, she needs to (and Lucifer will not be satisfied with) anything less than her returning to him because she 100% WANTS TO BE WITH HIM, has made a realistic survey of possible options, and has chosen Lucifer over them all.

In the meantime, however, let’s be real: Chloe has put up with a ton of Lucifer’s shit, and as much as she cares about him, everyone hits their breaking point eventually, especially when Lucifer has been so confoundedly slow to learn as he has. Chloe isn’t going to drop him hot potato, but honestly, I think a lot of squirming is good for him, because we all know Lucifer only ever learns things the hard way. If he sees Chloe be attracted to someone who is seemingly actually capable of giving her a real adult relationship, he will probably try to copy/make those changes, fail disastrously (see The Dansformation) and then struggle his way into figuring it out somehow. But he has to do that, just as Chloe has to learn the truth. So you could either have Marcus as just completely human who represents the ordinary/mundane/usual world, and Lucifer the wacky angel on the other hand, and Chloe having to choose between that… but I feel like both Marcus and Lucifer are going to have to meet halfway, and both be revealed as not quite what they seem (for both us as the audience, and for Chloe). After all, this show loves it some twists.

Anyway, yes. The interest in season 3 is that Lucifer cannot go on as he has been doing, and Chloe cannot really go any further with him until she knows what the hell (literally) has been going on for the last two seasons, plus Lucifer has his wings back, plus he’s encountering a real challenge/somebody who he has to take seriously as a rival. Maybe Marcus is totally human, sure, but if he’s Michael, that adds a whole interesting dimension to what’s going on, and I do hope it plays out in a supernatural twist. That, after all, is the fun of the show.

(Sorry for the novel, heh. But yes. I have Thoughts. Hope you’re well. xD)

[rainbow-galaxy-supernova]

I got tagged!

Tagged by @manabingu :D

1) Name/nickname: Mimi, Rainbow, and/or Galaxy

2) Gender: female

3) Star sign: ARIES BABY

4) Height: 5’5

5) Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

6) Favorite animal: HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME CHOOSE?! Okay well most of the time I pick dolphins, but I am also very fond of horses, owls, foxes, and bats.

7) Hours of sleep: 8-10 and I still wake up exhausted

8) Dogs or cats: Now you have gone too far! I have a dog and 4 possibly 5 cats, and right now our possible 5th cat is sleeping in my lap. He is my baby and I adore him, we were supposed to be fostering him but now the entire goddamn family has gotten attached even though none of us wanted another male cat bc they pee on everything but this guy is SO SWEET and we adore him and have invested a lot of time into him….what was the question again??

9) Number of blankets: At the moment 2, but the heat doesn’t work in my room so once winter hits I’ll have a third blanket, which is an electric blanket.

10) Dream trip: Idk man…a Disney extravaganza where I spend at least a week in each Disney theme park and then go on every single cruise they offer. I also really want to go to Japan and South Korea, and I want to go China and visit Beijing and Xi’an. I want to go to Egypt and see the pyramids, the Valley of Kings and Queens, and the museums. I want to go to Hawaii, the Grand Canyon, L.A., Chichen Itza, Alaska, and back to Australia to visit my bff.

11) Dream Job: Voicing Aoi in the Vrains dub.

12) Time: almost noon

13) Birthday: the third week of April

14) Favorite Bands: EXO, TVXQ/JYJ, Flower, E-Girls, SHINee, Seventeen, Oh My Girl, Laboum, WJSN, Gugudan, Super Junior, KARD, BTS, Prisin, Infinite, you get the point I’m K-Pop trash.

15) Favorite Solo Artists: JESSICA JUNG (THE PRINCESS OF K-POP), Kris Wu Yifan (the man of many names), Hyuna, Tiffany Hwang now that she left SM, Kim Jaejoong, and Kim Junsu

16) Song Stuck In My Head: Rainbow Candle by Flower and NOW I’M EMOTIONAL

17) Last Movie I Watched: fuck if I remember…I know I watched XXX Return of Xander Cage last month (In the words of my friend and her dad, “I didn’t know you liked Vin Diesel movies.” “It’s not a Vin Diesel movie it’s a KRIS WU MOVIE!”).

18) Last Show I Watched: Hmmm…what the fuck did I watch last night…well I had the news on before I went to bed…okay the last thing I actively watched was Destination Truth.

19) When Did I Create My Blog: this one was created in October 2015. My main blog was created in June 2011 GOOD GOD I’ve been here for 6.5 years?!

20) What Do I Post/Reblog: on my main blog, anything that tickles my fancy. Right now I’m in the Voltron void but it’s also heavy on the K-Pop. Here I stick to YGO, all series.

21) Last Thing I Googled: Nanairo Candle so I could answer number 16…no actually I had to google XXX bc I couldn’t remember how to spell Diesel WHOOPS.

22) Other Blogs: my main blog, my scan blog, and my Hirata Rina fan blog. And I have 2 URLs I’m holding onto but I’m not sharing them bc they are inactive TT

23) Do I Get Asks: Sure do! But I’m more likely to get messages.

24) Why I Choose My URL: Well when I decided to create a YGO blog I just stuck the word Rainbow in front of my main blog URL. And I chose “rainbow” because at first this blog was all about Spiritshipping and I feel like rainbows really represent that ship, and it should have been called rainbowshipping, but what am I going to do about it? As for Galaxy Supernova, I chose it after one of my favorite bops, Galaxy Supernova by GG before Jessica left and the group went to heck.

25) Following: 176

26) Followers: 223

27) Lucky Number: I…don’t really have one?

28) Favorite Instrument: Again, don’t really have one. I guess I really like the sound of pianos and violins.

29) What Am I Wearing: A lion king shirt and fuzzy pajama pants

30) Favorite Food: PIZZA

31) Nationality: German/French Canadian

32) Favorite Song: Hello by SHINee

33) Last Book Read: Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

34) Top Three Fictional Universes I’d Like To Join: The one where I speak fluent Japanese and become a member of AKB48, the one where Kim Jaejoong is in my Chinese class and forgets his textbook so he has to share mine and I get to rest my head on his shoulder, and the one where Bernie Sanders is president of the USA.

Those first two were dreams I had. Honestly as far as TV shows/books go I mostly watch/read things where dangerous shit is going down so no, I’m not going to wish myself into Voltron or even YGO where cards games can kill you. I guess it would be cool to live in a Harry Potter universe, you know after Voldemort hit the bricks, but if all technology goes haywire around magic then that universe can heck off I need my internet and iPod.

NO WAIT I GOT IT! I want to live in a Pokémon Go universe. Now that I can do.

I’m tagging: @checkurselfb4umachuwreckurself @aurasoulhikari @meru-chan12 and @angrybreadao3

[sweetnestor]

Story of Another Us | Week 11

university au, platonic af, now on ao3!

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My heart is here, it’s such a cause

I didn’t expect a phone call, text message, or any interaction from Mark. I probably should have been the one to go to him. Apologize for being stupid and getting too close to his friend. However, given from the silence between us since that night, I figured that he wanted me to stay away. I wasn’t even sure if I could still call him my boyfriend, and that terrified me. I desperately wanted to talk to him, but he was angry with me and I couldn’t really blame him.

This silence only forced me and Jack to carry on as usual. We went to class together that morning, earlier than usual since we decided it was best not to go back to Mark’s while he was in this mood. This left me with no time to dress presentably or do any makeup, and Jack had to call his girlfriend and rely on her to get his videos uploaded. Not to mention, the car ride from my apartment all the way to YTU was much longer than if we had gone from Mark’s house.

Speaking of YTU, campus was even more empty these days. There were only about six weeks left in the semester. Six weeks until the place closed down for good. There was really no point in coming anymore, according to the students who lived in the area. I, on the other hand, needed to get my money’s worth from these fucking classes, and so did Jack.

“You feel like meeting people?” he asked, pointing out the small group of people standing around the entrance to the main parking lot.

The one day I didn’t put on makeup. I drove past the group and parked somewhat far from the main office. I thought about it as we got out of the car, but I didn’t have much choice. The group had followed my car to where we parked.

Technically, we weren’t supposed to meet fans here, but Jack was more than happy to break the rules since “there’s no one here to tell us we can’t!” Plus, campus was closing down anyway, so fuck it.

“You’re Bella Santiago, right?” one girl asked me, which was surprising. I thought they were here for Jack. “Can I get a selfie? I really love your videos!”

It happened very quickly. I smiled for the picture, the girl thanked me and went to get a picture with Jack. Another person came up to me, smiling wide.

“Your anxiety video made me cry! It was so touching!” she told me.

“Aw, thank you!” I replied, instantly a lot happier. “That means a lot!”

A sudden wave of praise came from the group, all of them saying that the video was really good. It made me feel warm and pleasant. So maybe I wasn’t so depressing after all. I was expecting to be brushed off, especially since most of the group seemed to know Jack. But they were all really kind.

However, it didn’t last long. A campus security guard whisked us away, and practically yelled at the group to get off property. Jack and I pretty much had no choice but to follow him inside the main office.

“You guys are not allowed to interact with fans, you know that, right?” he told us sternly. “You’re only going to attract more people here.”

“Well, it’s not like we asked them to come over here,” I said back. “The place is closing anyway, why does it matter?”

Jack gave me an incredulous look as we walked through the main office. It wasn’t exactly typical of me to talk back, and he had never seen me be this way before.

“I’m just doing my job, Miss,” the guard told me before walking off.

I rolled my eyes and went out to the courtyard. That’s when Jack finally spoke.

“I’ve never heard you talk like that before,” he said. “You sounded really… ballsy.”

I chuckled. “I guess when it comes to the people who watch my videos, I take no shit.”

“That’s good. Really bold of you.”

It wasn’t until we got to class that we both tweeted out apologies to the people we met in the parking lot. I had to refrain from ranting publicly. Instead, I focused on what it was like to meet those people. In my time of have a sizeable following, I was noticed seldomly. It wasn’t until I was associated with Mark did it start happening more. You would think being approached by random people would make my anxiety spike…

Instead, it just made me tired and irritable. By the time we got home from class, I was looking forward to a ten year nap. Jack was still peppy and perky and talking off my last nerves. However, being the avoidant little shit I was, I just let him be. Listening to him also meant I could avoid checking my phone for any interaction from Mark. I really didn’t want to be the one to start that conversation.

“So, are we going to record today?” That was the only thing I caught from his long ramble.

I thought about it. “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah!”

We were supposed to make a video for my channel today. I had to do that today. Despite everything, this had to be done. I couldn’t be a stick in the mud.

“Okay,” I said, my eyes trailing up to Jack’s hair. “How overdue are you for dying your hair?”

He ran his fingers through the faded green locks in thought. I could see his brown roots peeking out and I almost audibly gasped. I had to get my hands on them.

“You wanna do that for a video?” he asked.

“Is it a bad idea? We could do something else…”

“No, no it’s your channel, you hold all the cards here.”

~

“Hey guys, it’s Bella!” I greeted happily to the camera set up in the living room. “Today I’m here with my friend Jack, and I’m gonna dye his hair and bleach his roots.”

Jack was sitting in a chair in front of me, a towel over himself. His hair was slightly all over the place, given that I was touching it and messing with it earlier to see what exactly I needed to do for this look. He was pretty pleased about this, given that I wasn’t going to charge him for doing this for him. He needed a new coat of green hair, and I needed a new video to post. It’s a win-win.

“So, this is partly a tutorial and partly two friends hanging out,” I explained.

“Twice the fun,” Jack said in a mock happy tone.

“Let’s get started!”

I mixed the bleach in a plastic bowl with a brush and explained how to do so before applying it to Jack’s roots. I also read off the box just to make sure I wasn’t doing anything wrong. “‘Do not use if you are not a licensed cosmetologist.’ Oops!”

“You’re not licensed?” Jack asked in mock surprised. “You’re a fraud!”

“Whoops, you caught me!”

“No, but really, didn’t you go to beauty school?”

“I did, but I never finished it because of YTU. So technically, I shouldn’t be allowed near these products.”

I continued applying the bleach, surprisingly at ease. Hair knowledge was right underneath my makeup knowledge, and it was fun getting my hands on some hair again. Although, since it was only the top of Jack’s head that needed the fix, the first step was done a lot quicker than expected.

“Somehow I forgot that you don’t have that much hair to bleach and dye,” I pointed out. “How much time do you usually spend in a salon?”

“Oh god, like two hours,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “It takes forever!”

“Dude, my hair takes at least four or five hours,” I told him, pointing to my long, black and pink ombre. “You’re lucky!”

“How can you be so patient? I go crazy just sitting in the chair!”

“It’s fun for me.” I smiled.

The next step after washing off the bleach was the color. I chose a vibrant green that wasn’t too off from previous shades that Jack has had before. For me, this was the easiest part.

“With bleach, you have to be careful not to leave it on for too long,” I explained, “especially with darker hair because it’s very easy to damage it a lot. So you have to constantly keep an eye on it and see how quickly the hair catches onto it. With the actual color, you just have to apply it and wait it out. Usually the formula will have some type of vitamins and stuff that’s good for the hair. But it’s still a good idea to get some hydrating conditioners and other hair products on the side.”

“See, I wish my hairdresser in Ireland had told me this,” Jack said. “Everything makes a lot more sense now!”

Once we finished and cleaned everything up, Jack had wonderful, bright green hair. I was relieved I hadn’t lost my hair styling skills over time. As soon as the camera turned off, I pretty much hid away in my bedroom, the depression returning. I crawled into bed and sighed in relief. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread and gloominess for some reason. It was like I drained the last of my energy in that video.

I scrolled on my phone, looking at the pictures that were posted from the impromptu meetup earlier. I looked awful without my makeup. How could people see me as a beauty guru? How could I go outside looking like that?

So much for finding comfort on Twitter… I went to Tumblr instead, and I had to resist making a long, rambly post. Then I realized that no one would want to see a wall of text clog up their dash. I just looked at my feed, reblogging pictures of makeup I already owned, liking posts people mentioned me in. There were cute edits and gifsets of me and Mark, which only made my heart ache.

I wasn’t sure why I got so angry with him. Maybe I did get too close to Jack. Maybe I had done things that gave off the wrong idea. Or maybe I just wasn’t attracted to Mark and that’s why I didn’t want to get into bed with him. Maybe I was just faking my anxiety this whole time.

~

It felt like time was going slow, or not moving at all. I wasn’t sure if I had fallen asleep or gotten up at all. I could only tell time by the sound of Jack’s voice outside my door. He was recording his own videos and acting like everything was okay. I wish I knew how to act like that off camera.

I started feeling restless and antsy when his voice finally stopped. A constant background noise was something I needed, otherwise I’d go crazy. I rolled onto my side, listening for any kind of sound to break the silence. No footsteps, movements, or anything from the TV did that. It was like Jack had disappeared. Wouldn’t blame him.

Honestly, though, I still didn’t want to interact with anyone. I just liked hearing someone else in the apartment. I went to take a shower. Any sound from there would block out the ongoing gloom in my head.

I pretty much just sat there. Actual hygiene wasn’t important to me at the moment. The water was hitting my scalp and, while it was deteriorating the black and pink dye in my hair, it felt good. It gave me a sense of feeling again. Like a breath of fresh air, except it was water. I coughed and choked. It was better than not feeling anything.

When I was out of the shower and getting dressed, I heard noise within the apartment. I heard voices. Angry voices. Maybe I really did go crazy. Although, the mere thought did make me leave my room to actually make sure that wasn’t true.

I found Jack and Mark standing in the living room. They went quiet as soon as I showed up. The air was tense, making my stomach flip over. To be honest, I didn’t expect Mark to show up so soon.

“You still let him stay here?” he asked me in disbelief.

Yes I did, and I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry for being a terrible girlfriend, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Those words were rising up my throat, ready to be puked out. I was fighting with myself not to speak those words. I couldn’t apologize for letting my friend live here.

“It was me,” Jack spoke up. “I asked if I could still stay here. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize how bad the situation was.”

“You’re telling me,” Mark began, not sounding any less angry, “that even after I told you how uncomfortable I was with you living with my girlfriend, you still had the nerve to ask her if you could still keep living here?”

Jack gulped, clearly intimidated. “Yes.”

“What kind of friend are you?”

“Oh my god!” I snapped, my body trembling with nerves. I couldn’t control my mouth. “You’re the one who made him stay here in the first place! You’re the one who pushed us to be friends! You’re the one who felt enough pity for me to fly your friend out here and talk to me because I can’t do that on my own! ¿Y sabes que? You don’t get to be angry that Jack and I are friends now! You don’t get to be angry because he’s here for me more than you are, that’s on you! So don’t come crying over here quejando y quejando because you’re the one who made all this happen in the first place!”

I was breathing heavily and my chest was hurting. Mark and Jack had their mouths open in shock. When have they ever heard me speak this way? I didn’t think I could speak this way either.

Thankfully, the silence didn’t last long. Mark sighed and nodded to my open bedroom door. “Room.”

Still fuming, I turned on my heel and went to my room, Mark quickly following my trail. Before I shut the door, I saw Jack quickly scurry over to his room to hide. Lucky him, he gets to sit this one out.

“What do you mean he’s here for you more?” Mark asked, breathing like he was trying to keep himself steady. “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly that, you’re never here,” I told him. “And you asked Jack to move here, without so much as giving me a heads up!”

“I didn’t ask him, I told him that you had an extra room, and you were happy to let him stay!” Mark justified.

“Because you put me on the spot! That doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m actually glad he’s my roommate, because as I said, he’s my friend and he’s there for me!”

“Stop saying that!” Mark nearly yelled, making me flinch. However, he took a step back and lowered his tone. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve been neglecting you. I have been busy, I’ve been going to meetings and making videos, and this tour thing. I do all of this while you’re on campus, and I try to get things done, I do. Aside from that, I’ve got Matt and Ryan, and it’s like I’m raising kids! I’m not trying to use that as an excuse either, but I am sorry I can’t always be here. It’s not fair to you.”

Time management was something we had established when we first started dating. For some reason, I didn’t think it was going to be this hard. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all. This was all part of the vlogger dating experience, after all.

“So you’re not avoiding me?” I asked.

“Of course not.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were, I know I’m a handful.”

“Don’t say that, Bella. I know things are hard right now, but I will make a better effort to be with you.”

I paced around the room to avoid looking at him. “Okay… so, what about Jack?”

Mark shrugged. “What about him?”

“Am I not allowed to be friends with him anymore? He’s the only friend I’ve got.” I hated saying that, it just emphasized my patheticness.

It felt worse when Mark hesitated. “I don’t know. Do you really not have anyone else?”

“No…” I said softly. “No, and it sucks. I only have you and him, two whole people. And I know I should try to talk to more people, but god you have no idea how hard it is!”

“I know. You deserve to have friends, even if it’s only one or two. I’m sorry I made a big deal out of you and Jack. I just want you to trust me,” Mark confessed. “I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must be for you, and I’m sorry if I made it harder. Just know that I am here for you, whenever you need me. I promise.”

That’s a big word that adds more pressure. But who was I to deny him? Words could only do so much, but god I couldn’t go down to have only one friend. Especially if that friend wasn’t going to stay here permanently.

“Okay,” I said. “Fine…”

“Okay.” Mark sighed.

Don’t lose this one. He’s all you’ve got. You lose him, you lose everything...

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