#Be better and actually have a reason to exist again

[brittle-doughie]

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! NO IT’S CHUU BARRELING A SMALL DRLET OF Y/N CONTENT

MIKU MIKU BEEEEAAAMM! CHUU brings over Y/N Costume, Magical Cure Love Shot ! (Yes this a reference to that one Vocaloid song💔)

I imagine that this particular Y/N has a “Hospital” that helps heals up with those going through heartbreak. (But like in a sparkly magical girl way)

Can you cook up something with that? :3

This actually ended up being a little dark, jesus-

If my pain's a type of cure for peace, I don't mind!

I can play as a nurse healing you every day!

So what if I might shed a tear, get some bruises?

A wipe is all I need to clean the cherry blush away, ha!

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Black Pearl Cookie: “GRRRR! LET ME GO, SOGGY TRASH!”

Nurses Dumpling and Salsa Cookie wagged their fingers as they shake their heads no at the tied down Black Pearl on her hospital bed.

Dumpling Cookie: “No can do, ‘kay? You have been diagnosed with a disease for quite a long time, a broken heart!”

Salsa Cookie: “Cookies have crumbled before from a broken heart! Don’t worry, head nurse Crowned Cupcake Cookie will see you now!”

Crowned Cupcake Cookie zipped right up to the three with her biggest grin.

Crowned Cupcake Cookie: “Uh oh! Now THIS is quite the case of broken heart syndrome! It’s a good thing Dr. Y/N Cookie is here to help you!

Black Pearl Cookie: “I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP! FROM YOU, FROM ANY COOKIE!”

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And I'll play as a nurse healing you everyday!

Your smile is enough to heal all my aches

All in a cute Band-Aid!

If you're feeling pain, call my name, I'll be by your side!

'Til I see your smile beam bright again!

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Black Pearl stopped her yelling as she looked up above her, the doors ahead opened and out came the magical cookie themself, singing a song as they got out a giant syringe!

They danced and twirled their way to Black Pearl and looked her over, all the while the nurses backed them up!

Black Pearl Cookie: “What are you doing with that-“

You: “Whatever it may cost, there's no reason to stop! For a world that I cherish and love!”

Black Pearl struggled against her binds, as the nurses hold her down and chant repeatedly.

Salsa, Dumpling, Crowned: “Super powerful Y/N Cookie! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, go! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, go! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, go!”

You: “Now for the moment you’re all waiting for! One, two, three, ready?”

Salsa, Dumpling, Crowned: “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, GO! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, GO! Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, GO! “

You lifted up the syringe in the air, Black Pearl could only watch as it loomed above her.

You: “Y/N, Y/N Cookie, BEEEEEAAAAMMMM!”

You plunged the needle right where Black Pearl’s heart was, the pink contents of the syringe being injected into her.

She had fully expected pain and jam everywhere, but….she didn’t.

She found herself floating amidst pink clouds as the pain in her heart…from him…soon became a memory as she closed her eyes….she heard your voice in her head.

You: “So that’s the source! No good at all! Allow me!”

A chibi version of a winged you appeared and flew to a poorly scribbled, mean looking Lord Oyster Cookie as you popped him out of existence like a bubble from her mindscape.

She opened her eyes back in reality…and felt…better? The syringe was removed as her straps were undone as she got up.

White Pearl Cookie: “What did you…”

You: “Another successful magical cure! You’ve allowed turmoil to plague your heart for so long! You just need some of that love to help get rid of it! It may not cure all that ails you, but I hope it can ease your pain!”

White Pearl Cookie: “I..I do feel a little better. Warmer. I’ve got a long way to go before I feel truly better, but…thank you for helping me��.

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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Slide behind the cut, who asked for interdimensional shenanigans and is getting “interdimensional whoring for Timkon”. Bullying your alternate self into having the best sex of his life with his bestie counts as "shenanigans", right? Right?? (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Well, at least his other self knows how to package a check-in in a way Kon will be able to relax for. And Tim himself knew enough to loop an arm around Kon’s waist when his other self said “good boy”, which is the only reason his other self doesn’t get knocked on his ass by two hundred and fifty pounds of incredibly dense half-Kryptonian muscle made out of DNA evolved for a much higher-gravity environment than Earth’s. 

Well, that’s why he’s the one facilitating this interdimensional threesome.

“There we go,” Tim hums. His other self shoots him a dirty look again–probably on principle at this point, really, he figures–and Kon doesn’t even try to stutter out an apology or make an excuse. Bonus benefit to sleeping with an easily-overwhelmed version of him, Tim notes: he stops apologizing for existing a lot sooner, and therefore Tim is kept much farther from manifesting any Gun Batman thoughts. Well–his version of “Gun Batman” thoughts, anyway. 

Technically, as far as Tim is aware, his home reality is possibly the literal only one without a potential “and then I became fascist Batman” timeline that was at least at some point lying in wait for its version of Tim Drake–including several where he was never even a Bat, go figure–but that doesn’t actually preclude annoying visits from alternate reality versions of himself. Which is whatever, since most of them just seem to be just genuinely bewildered that all of Tim’s personal technically-supervillain-oriented plans begin and end with “one sec, lemme just see how open to the question ‘hey can I borrow your lipstick and if so does it come in this one hyper-specific shade of red?’ Dr. Isley is feeling this week”, but still kind of annoying anyway. 

Tim finds the “and then I became fascist Batman” path very narrow-minded and not very resourceful of his alternate selves, honestly; seriously, do none of them know how to deal with their cortisol levels actually productively, as opposed to by just getting unhealthily invested in casework and training and contingency plans to the severe detriment of all their personal and professional relationships and own mental health? 

. . . . . . maybe this is not the only sexually-repressed reality out there, considering. Which, come to think, might help explain why there are such a statistically-improbable amount of potential Gun Batman timelines in Hypertime. 

Hm. 

Tim idly wonders if he could spin “for humanitarian reasons, I am going to be running a long-term background project where I get as many versions of myself interdimensionally laid as possible” to Bruce and/or the Justice League. Probably not, but like, if he tried the Titans . . . 

Alternately, he guesses he could just ask Kon for some backup. There’s definitely some interdimensional whatever or another that Kon would be willing to nick from the Fortress of Solitude to facilitate that definitely just noble goal, and also there’s really not better backup for that particular project anyway. Bernard doesn’t have enough vigilante-grade field experience, he is not gonna take another Bat, and Cassie and Bart are great but like, if Tim was picking who he’d want to drop in on him from another reality and ask to ride his dick for the sake of the timeline . . . 

And given Tim is the one picking, well, that’s just the logical option, then. 

He’ll look into it, he decides, and if it’s feasible he’ll pitch a bimonthly boys’ weekend. Do some preventative work in a few realities/timelines or whatever, just in case. 

Seriously, that Savior dude was a real goddamn trip. 

Tim clearly takes himself way too seriously in way too many timelines. 

Okay, though, all tangents aside, he does have shit to do here, so yeah, time to get back to that. 

“Here, let me actually get your good boy out of these,” he says as he shifts back just enough to help Kon out of his pants and jock. He is not remotely merciful about letting his other self pretend not to notice what a fucking mess Kon made of them both during the process. It’s not like Kon didn’t already come all over his jock, so it’s not particularly subtle exactly how much he comes either way. “Where are your wet wipes? Or . . . maybe that’s optimistic of me, actually, maybe you’re not prepared enough for cleaning up your sexcapades, given I��m not entirely sure you’ve ever had a sexcapade.” 

“I’m not–I’ve had sex before!” his other self sputters, turning red. Tim raises a pitying eyebrow at him. “I have!” 

“I didn’t say you hadn’t,” he points out mildly. His other self turns red. “I consider a sexcapade more of an event, personally, so they’re just . . . hm, messier? Yeah, ‘messier’ works.” 

“Rob,” Kon mumbles against his other self’s neck as he curls a hand against his shoulder, sounding a little drunk about it. Or, well–a little concussed, maybe. Kon gets concussed a lot more often than he gets drunk, for obvious reasons. “Y’wanna . . . ?”

“We want to take care of you, sweetheart,” Tim says, taking a moment to press a kiss against the back of the other’s shoulder before folding up his pants and carefully setting them and his jock aside with his shirt. And, well, sparing a moment to admire the come smeared across his S-shield again, because it really is something to appreciate, when Kon’s willing to give that up. “C’mere.” 

He slips up against Kon’ back again and puts his hands on his hips, and it only takes the slightest little tug or two to guide the other into following him back. Which is actually significantly more effort than it usually takes, but Tim’s going to assume it’s safe to assume Kon’s feeling a little torn between Robins right now. 

He gets Kon to sit down on the edge of the bed and cups his face in his hands, and Kon immediately tilts his face up into them. He looks dreamy and dazed and all flushed and fucked and goddamn adorable. Especially adorable because he hasn’t actually gotten fucked, or really even all that much attention. They haven’t even touched his cock all that deliberately. Or really deliberately at all, in fact. 

Tim feels some kind of a way about the fact that this Kon’s never bottomed before and still let him fingerfuck him without even putting a hand on his dick for it–still let him fingerfuck him without putting a hand on his dick for it, and came for it; came for it easily, even. That super-sensitivity is a goddamn gift. 

Or just Kon is, really. 

And Tim knows how to appreciate a gift. 

“Good boy,” he says the same way he’d say “good work” in the field, and leans down to press a kiss to the other’s forehead. Kon melts into a functional liquid under his mouth and hands and starts purring louder than he’s purred all night. 

Definitely, definitely a good boy.

[starrgirll444]

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　　　　　　ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : tokio hotel members aka selene's BFFS ✶⋆.˚

some people have friends, some people have groups they hang out with. and then there’s us—family would be a better word to describe our dynamic. you don't get just one of us without the rest.

　— one inside joke, and the whole group is gone, doubled over, even if were in an interview or something important.

　— one of our names gets brought up? people instantly think of all of us

　— if one of us falls, the rest are already catching them

　— if one of us wins, the whole group is celebrating like it’s our victory- because for us it is.

　— if someone tries to mess with one of us? they won't make that mistake again.

　　　　　　 we⠀⠀ are⠀⠀tokio ⠀⠀hotel⠀ ⠀！

ᯓ★ BILL

singer . 20 . ESFP . virgo . black cat . cigarettes and dark eyeshadow . always stealing my leather jackets . 10 min long voice recordings . chipped nail polish

literally the sweetest sunshine under layers of dark eyeshadow and leather jackets, looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll, the voice of an angel, one of the smartest stupidest people you will ever meet, extremely intuitive and always knows how to cheer you up, could talk your ear off for hours without breathing, absolutely NOT a morning person- don’t even try waking him up if u value your life, always running late, extremely caring and loyal without question

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★TOM

guitarist . 20 . ESTJ . virgo . icon . snapbacks and loud music . breaking my guitars . random facetime calls at 4am . color coordinating outfits

my evil twin fr, looks like they could kill you and would probably kill you, extremely talented but only when he wants to be, couldn’t find their way out of a paper bag if they tried, defends you without question, barges into my room at all hours of the day, extremely competitive and is the reason monopoly is banned from our friend group, can get ready in 30 seconds, will make you laugh in the worst situations

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★ GEORG

bassist . 21 . ENTP . aries . sarcastic mf . vodka and swearing . always gets the last word . the most out of pocket texts in the gc . silly graphic tees

absolutely zero filter whatsoever, looks like a cinnamon roll but would probably kill you, i’ll do it if you do it energy 24/7, sleep schedule is basically non existent, the messiest perfectionist you’ll ever meet, comes up with the most random dangerous activities for no reason, will keep playing a video game until he wins, will argue with anyone for fun, weirdly good listener but terrible advice giver

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★ GUSTAV

drummer . 21 . ISFP . virgo . “mom” of the group . converse and caffine . morning person . leaves the gc on open 24/7 . oversized sweaters

always keeps us in check, looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll, sassiest mf ever like okay miss diva, cryptic threatening text messages if you wake him up, always on time for everything, professional listener and gives amazing advice, literally always tired, will give you judging (insane side eye) looks but yk he will support you no matter what

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ᯓ★ and ofc... SELENE

singer/guitarist . 20 . ESTP . gemini . icon . gold jewelry and leather jackets . adrenaline junkie . spamming the gc in the middle of the night . digital camera attached to the hip

cannot sit still to save her life, looks like they could kill you and would probably kill you, playing her guitar at 4am bc she can, terrible at expressing emotions but is good at cheering you up, does not know how to stop talking ever, manically deep cleaning the apartment at 7am, goes thru 10+ skateboards a month, ride or die friend and literally never shuts up abt them

[askblueandviolet]

I need to see the spider demons please 😭🙏

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[moe-broey]

I'm gonna bully Lif again

I'll admit, some of these answers don't cover all the bases, but. What are we thinking, here. What is The Truth behind The Twink Death? 🤨🎤

I will also be accepting write-in responses as usual 🫡

[seventh-district]

Are you sad? Are you miserable? Is your life falling apart? Is your body falling apart? Does your head feel like it’s full of cotton, or perhaps TV static? Does it feel like the world is crumbling around you? Is it getting harder to force yourself through the daily motions? Is happiness getting increasingly harder to find?

Why not consider making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase?

They won’t tell you this, but all of the happiness and satisfaction you’re searching for, along with each of those little chemicals that make your brain feel good, are all hidden within your very next large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase!

So why don’t you go on ahead and grab that credit card, throw caution to the wind, and chase that good feeling? You certainly won’t regret it. No one has ever regretted making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase! Never!

[mikesbasementbeets]

I am firmly a gay mike believer, but one time I saw someone say that if we take the decorations in mike’s room as gay mike proof, then they can use the Conan the barbarian poster as bi mike proof since it has a man and a woman on it? And I was like hmm okay. But idk maybe they had a point

i think it's a fair point to bring up, but in my opinion using the presence of a small woman on a poster prominently featuring a beefy shirtless man to "prove" that mike is attracted to both men and women is a little bit weak and sort of ignores the broader context. it reminds me of the argument that this kind of juxtaposition

actually indicates mike is bi, rather than what i see as a much more nuanced and logical interpretation: the change in his demeanor, facial expressions, and words indicate that what they're implying with these shots isn't equal levels of interest in men/women/girls/boys, but rather a marked difference, shown by the contrast between the shots. he is interested and enthusiastic around men (even using "not normal" as a selling point), while uncomfortable, out of place, and arguing "bullshit media propaganda" when framed with women.

other people have talked about the actual content of Conan the Barbarian, and i have no real context on that, i haven't seen the show or anything, but my understanding is that its portrayal of women is notably misogynistic and one dimensional, and that's when they're even portrayed at all. so this poster being on mike's wall, to me, seems like a presentation of women as an afterthought, or a set piece propping up the actual focal point: the man. and this resonates with mike's s4 arc for me: he's trying desperately to maintain his relationship with el, and in effect his ability to be in a relationship with a woman at all, but, lost in the efforts of his own internal struggles, he fails to see her as a full person instead of just his "superhero girlfriend." instead, throughout the season it becomes overwhelmingly clear that, when he's not hiding behind his "straight" relationship, his true focus and priority lies with will.

it's also important to note that while i think mike has at this point taken at least the first step toward acknowledging his sexuality, he's still deeply repressed. "there's a girl on the poster too!" sounds a lot like "he literally has a girlfriend! they made out all the time." he's still trying to be normal, trying to pretend that he likes girls just fine, and if he can point to the half naked woman in the corner of the poster and say "see, i'm not GAY, there's a girl right there," then that probably feels a little like a safety net too. you can't accuse a guy with a girlfriend of being gay.

as an aside, i'm also gonna point out the posters on nancy's wall:

one of blondie, one of tom cruise (on either side of her bed and shot behind her in a very interesting way in this scene in particular). if you're using the barely visible presence of a woman on one of mike's two posters of buff men as proof that mike likes both men and women, then i hope you're also 100% convinced that nancy is canonically bisexual.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[sskk-manifesto]

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[milfbrainrot]

weird to me that I don't have a particular blorbo or otp or anything for arcane, similar to yellowjackets, while still loving both shows so much. It's wild bc you'd think shows w so many female characters and femslash ships/potential I would have Something to make my entire identity but instead I just get decision paralysis and go insane abt it all in equal measure

[johnhelliwell]

Oh i am so mad at Roger. They settled with Rick at least but are still going with Roger.

[longagoitwastuesday]

Gushing about Gojo and Megumi and how they are or could have been everything to me I forgot to mention that I really really really love Yuuji. Like, a lot

[crossbackpoke-check]

nosy anon again making a return because i think what my brain did was read that i helped find some kind of writing and then did not fully process what the writing was?? but upon rereading i am very intrigued if you ever get the urge to share i will be all eyes/ears/senses required to enjoy things!!

I GET TO DO WIP WEDNESDAYYYYYY!!! the writing exists mostly in the form of a tag (fantastic! 'verse) and also a thirty-two page doc of snippets and planning, so the sense you will be using most is imagination:

don't think i have ever actually formally written out anything about fantastic! 'verse but! the tl;dr of it is that it's a semi-college au: joel is still a hockey player for the lv phantoms, but morgan is a college student-athlete. it's incredibly relevant to the plot that joel falls in love with morgan in the check-out line of a wegman's, lies a little bit, and ends up going back to get his degree.

most of it is just good fun about college kids growing up, but i think there's a lot of parallels between making your way through a development system where traditional "success" isn't always guaranteed (ahl -> nhl, completion of higher education -> pursuit of a career) because that development system isn't always designed for you to "succeed" or have opportunities. heavy quotation marks around success because part of that struggle is learning what you want in life and how you define success. are your dreams achievable? are they still the same dreams you always used to have? it's infinite branching universes of would you still love me if i was a worm (ahl player forever) (a college dropout) (a college graduate) (older) (realizing the fallibility of your body) (uncertain of the future) (human).

silly little snippet:

[arolesbianism]

Oh god the new cotl trailer is dragging me right back in... Damn you goat why must you relight my interest in this game so

[intersexghoul]

Sorry I gotta rant in the tags like a maniac because we have nobody to talk to about this without risking our closest friendship. Nobody is required to read and honestly I'd encourage ignoring it