#Both of them fight like cats and dogs no matter the setting though

[oopwoop]

Playing Minecraft W/ The SpiderVerse Kids

pairing(s): Miles Morales (e!1610!), Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy

warning(s): swearing! unedited.

i used this site to figure out/decide what type of player they’d be

i’ve been playing a lot of Minecraft recently and thought of what it’d be like to play with them so.. here you go!

Miles Morales (e!1610!)

He prefers Creative over Survival for sure, reasoning: he’s scared of the mobs and refuses to fight them

Plus in Creative it’s a lot easier for him to build stuff because he is definitely The Big Builder or The Decorator. He makes the most outrageous buildings but they look good

Has a whole world full of buildings and stuff. Like, complete towns filled with mansions

Playing with him is a lot of fun though! He’ll come up with build designs with you and you’d work together. If not, the two of you would totally mess around, building things just to blow them up with TNT or set it on fire

Miles is the one to put your beds next to each other. He thinks it’s cute, though he’ll do it without saying anything and if you mention it he becomes a stuttering mess and says he knows nothing and didn’t do it.

If you do end up playing Survival with him he will make you kill all the mobs, no doubt about it. He’ll make the base, probably trade with villagers, farm and kill the animals for food but not much else. He’s too afraid of dying

“Miles, did you put the beds next to each other? Because I know I didn’t.” You snicker teasingly, your character staring at the beds then at his character. You turn yourself to glance at him and notice his eyes are wide and he’s blushing.

“What..? What, me? Nooo.. That’s stupid why would I do that? Maybe you forgot that you did it because I didn’t.” He stumbled over his words, refusing eye contact. It was cute.

“Mhm, okay. Y’know, maybe I did forget. I think it’s a cute idea, though.” You smirked, kissing his cheek before turning back to the screen and continued playing.

Gwen Stacy

I think she’d play Survival and only Survival, claims Creative is for the weak

She goes all out in Minecraft, fighting mobs, getting achievements, going to the Nether, all of that. She’s not afraid

Definitely The Pro or The Achiever. Like I said, Gwen goes all out

She’d forcefully make you go with her, but she’d give you the right equipment needed and pointers on how to fight. If you genuinely don’t want to fight with her she’d have you farm and trade, pretty much do the smaller necessities for survival.

Has finished Minecraft several times, got all the achievements and everything on different worlds, never gets old for her

If you got her to play Creative she’d go on a rampage, killing everything for fun. Or she’d fly around trying to find different biomes

“C’monnn.. it’s not that bad!” Gwen would groan, trying to convince you to go to the Nether with her. “I’ve given all the armor and tools you need! Just try not to die.”

“Try not to die?? It’s the Nether, I’ll die no matter what! I’m not a pro like you. I’m not the one who’s finished this game multiple times.” You gave her an incredulous look, gaping at her words. It’s one thing to not die on the main world, that was usually easy, but the Nether? Yeah right, she’s insane.

“You’re overreacting.. Plus, if I’m a pro, wouldn’t that make you feel better that you’d be with me? Not by yourself.” She chuckled, arguing her point. You just scoffed and told her to go, following in after her.

Pavitr Prabhakar

I see him playing both Creative and Survival. Just really depends on his mood. Either way he’s having fun

He’d be The Zookeeper, collecting animals like Pokémon cards for real. Within the first 30 minutes of playing he already has a house full of cats and dogs, probably three parrots flying around him and is starting an animal farm. How? No idea, he just does

In Creative mode he’d spawn them all, naming all the animals with name tags one by one, even coloring the dog collars too

In Survival he’s taming every animal he sees, using a lead to bring the animal to a fenced in area. There’s one full of cows, pigs, horses, all the usual ones. But he even has them for pandas, camels, and turtles.

He’s also one to place his bed next to you, though unlike Miles, he’s not embarrassed by it, actually stating out loud he’s doing it. No shame at all.

When he’s not collecting animals, he’s following you around. He has no idea where you’re going or what you’re doing but he doesn’t care. He’s following and collecting every flower he sees, claiming he’s gonna make a bouquet for you.

“Hey, Pav? Where’s the- woah what the hell? How do you already have a whole army of pandas? Where’d you even get those from? We’re no where near a jungle..” You questioned, beyond surprise by the sight of around a dozen pandas in a fenced up area. It was even decorated to what a panda would need, looking like a small jungle.

“Hm? You say that likes it’s hard to find them! What’s so bad about it? I think they’re cute!” He smiled brightly, his character jumping around in the area full of pandas. “I have more than just pandas!”

“How?? We haven’t even played for more than an hour! When did you do all this?” While it was probably better not to question him, you needed to know how he did it, and seeing him more than happy to explain made it all the more better.

Hobie Brown (sorry it’s shorter than the rest)

He genuinely does not care if y’all play Creative or Survival, doesn’t matter to him, he’s gonna be a complete menace either way

He’s not any of the type of players listed in the site I used, he doesn’t believe in consistency. He can go from killing mobs to farming. His main goal is to fuck with you though

He never gets you killed in Survival but he will mess around. He’ll hit your character (without a sword or anything) when you’re fighting a mob and run away. It’s like playing with a child

I can see him setting a village on fire and saying something along the lines of “they’re capitalist pigs and deserve to die” or something

All in all, he’s not much of a fan of Minecraft but he’ll play it with you if you ask.

“Hobie, why is there a village on fire? What did you do?” You raised a brow at him, staring at the slight smirk on his face. It was a telltale sign he did it, but you knew it was him either way. There’s no way a village randomly caught on fire.

“What ya mean, luv? Oh, tha’. Yeah I did tha’. Bunch a capitalist pigs, I tell ya. Jus’ doin’ my job gettin rid of ‘em.” He chuckled while setting another village on fire. You didn’t wanna know how many he’d set on fire at this point.

“It’s a game, B. And I need to trade with them, they have good stuff sometimes.” You whined, huffing at him. You know he doesn’t care and will do it anyways.

“Find another one then, luv.”

All of them!

My god is it a nightmare.. first it starts out as an argument, trying to decide whether or not y’all are playing Survival or Creative. Mainly Gwen and Miles though, Pavitr and Hobie don’t care.

After about ten minutes of arguing they decided to ask you, so whatever one you prefer is what y’all played on. Either way one of them is whining.

If you picked Survival it leads to a pouty Miles, complaining how he’s gonna die a lot, and a smiley Gwen.

Within the first day Miles has already made a small base for you guys, Pav has gathered a few animals (he pouted when it was stated the cows and such would be used for food eventually, Gwen was mining for ores, and Hobie was.. being Hobie.

It was surprising to see how smooth everyone seemed to work together for a while, considering before y’all even started playing an argument broke out. Though if y’all could work well together while on mission, why couldn’t you in a game, yeah?

Give it an hour or so.. bickering over stupid stuff is bound to happen.

If you picked Creative, Gwen is whining how it’s for losers, which causes Miles to flip her off and thank you for picking it.

With Creative there’s a lot less arguing and bickering. Though there is much more chaos. Y’all are blowing up everything or settlor on fire for fun.

It started with you all just doing your own thing until randomly Hobie brings up the idea.

“I ‘ave an idea..” Hobie says out of the blue, causing everyone to pause. You all look at him with a face of confusion or hesitation. Whenever he had an idea, it was wild or something went wrong in some way.

“Great.. you have an idea.. does it have to do with the game or real life? Because I don’t feel like blowing up a building in your universe again..” Gwen scoffed, the others nodding in agreement.

“Yeah.. I agree with Gwen.. last time you had an idea we almost got killed..” You chuckled dryly, still traumatized from that.

“Damn, no faith in me at all, huh?” He rolled his eyes. “Yea, in the game.. Don’t worry, don’t plan on killin’ y’all. Woulda done so already if I wanted to.”

That caused another pause in the room, silence too loud. Thank god for Miles for breaking it. “Okayyy… what’s your plan?”

“Well, Gwendy got blowin’ up a buildin’ correc’. Though, I meant in the game. Why not have some fun an’ blow up some shit, or set it on fire, yea?” It was a smart idea, surprisingly. Everyone agreed, just with some terms, mainly Pav and Miles.

“Sounds fun! As long as my animals are safe and out of it, I’m in!” Pavitr stated, Miles nodding in agreement, but for his builds.

“Woah, a surprisingly good idea.. Let’s do it! Let’s blow some shit up!” You poked fun at Hobie, before smiling widely. It concerned the others at how widely you smiled but brushed it off. They agreed with the idea so they must be just as crazy then. With that, buildings were blown up, forests were burnt down. It was so chaotic to the point that the game started to lag and eventually crashed, causing you all to burst out in laughter. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

I apologize for not posting yesterday, but hopefully this makes up for it! It’s longer than my normal posts. I hope you enjoy!

Send requests! Love you!

[merakiui]

when asked if he prefers cats or dogs, jade leech says, "the one who resists the collar most."

this response, coupled with jade's usual sharp smile, raises eyebrows. there is no argument to be had on which wears a collar worse: a pet will wear a collar if its owner deems it necessary. pets may resist, but ultimately the owner can and will condition them to wear it without defiance. and though this may be fact, jade is not one to agree so easily. he likes to challenge normalcy; he likes to break facts down to the very basics and determine whether such "facts" are actually just socially accepted opinions in disguise.

so the question is reframed: would you rather have a dog who always slips out of its collar or a cat who tills the tops of your hands with scratches when you attempt to collar it?

jade likes the idea of both, but there are only two choices available. he cannot say he likes both, otherwise it will defeat the purpose of a "this or that" inquiry. but then a slippery hound allows for the euphoria of a chase. a hunt. a chance at gambling freedoms to see which will triumph: the dog and its insatiable thirst for the world beyond the confines of the collar, or the owner and his determination to keep the hound shackled, lest he find himself locked away with a sentencing as heavy as that same collar. on the other hand, the cat in this scenario reacts on instinct. rather than run, it fights. its violent actions are a testimony to its fear. an animal only ever shows its claws if provoked or cornered. therefore, the cat will shred him bloody when he reaches out with an unclasped collar. jade doesn't mind blood and pain, but then most people are not like jade.

most people do not answer the "this or that" with, "in this case, i'd prefer a cat. because then, after i've succeeded in collaring it, i can return the favor."

there's that eerie smile again. somehow, the air shudders alongside the one who asked the question, stifling and thick with an unsettling dread. jade scratches idly at the bandages wrapped around his hands.

though both species in this scenario react differently, they will, eventually, exhaust themselves. the dog's flight will become wingless after countless failures. the cat's fight will simmer after each clawed lash ends in a wild grin and dilated pupils, in which the owner leans in and whispers, sickeningly sweet, "do that again," because he wants it. because pain is the prettiest gift the cat can give him.

so the question is reframed: regarding the cat, how will you "return the favor"?

he plays innocent this time, pretending to ponder even though he's crafted his witty reply in advance. "no more gourmet tuna."

that's enough chatting. he excuses himself with a pleasant simper and off he goes, down a stretching hall, far from the one nosy enough to pose such a peculiar question.

cats and dogs... really, does the distinction in who wears a collar worse matter? in the end, both are housebound.

later, after setting a homemade meal in front of a large, human-sized crate, jade leech peels the blanket covering it to reveal his cat. he bends down, pushes the plate towards it, and the paw that once slashed so angrily at him before shakily reaches through the bars.

he smiles, tilts his head, and offers a question: "do you prefer cats or dogs?"

the cat meets his mismatched gaze, horrified and cold all over, dressed only in undergarments. silence stretches between pet and owner. he's not surprised or upset when no response follows.

it doesn't matter because the cat is caged, and it is not a physical collar that binds it but rather the presence of the owner who keeps it confined.

[verdemoun]

Who in the gang would love musicals and which musicals would they love and would any of them fight over character interpretations (looking at Dutch)

Thank you I fucking love musicals let's gooooo

The 1899 gang get way too emotionally invested in Rent. What You Own is still Lenny and Sean's default karaoke song. They are relentless Mark x Roger shippers.

Arthur only needs to hear the start of Without You to take a sharp, violent breath, because it's not fair that he died alone but he thinks he's selfish for wanting the comfort of someone else being there in his final moments.

When he found out that Rent was based on La bohème, which is an opera based on characters fearing tuberculosis instead of AIDS, he similarly took a sharp breath and went silent for several hours processing this.

If the boys are sulking more than usual, Hosea will play La Vie Bohème as loud as possible and they will quickly drag themselves out of their rooms to sing along. With none of them being musically inclined (or at least Sean not willing to play jawharp to a crowd) musicals replace campfire songs for a good many years.

Lenny would adore musicals he is a theatre bug in another lifetime he would have been Hosea's to-go on cons because he adores the artistry of a good performance. His absolute favorite is The Wizard Of Oz though. No matter how many times he's seen it or has forced the person he is watching it with to see it he will still interrupt to talk about the connections between Oz and gay culture, lore behind how the film was made, fan theories and so on.

When Sean got him tickets to Hamilton OBC in 2016, Lenny ascended to a higher plain and cards were off the table absolutely anything Sean wanted he got for a good few months before they went to see it.

Arthur and Charles watch Cats when they're drunk. But only the 1998 film version both were very disgruntled elder gays at the local premiere of the 2019 version. When they accidentally adopt a stray cat they feel obligated to name it Mr Mistoffelees. They have a running joke of calling Sean Mangojerrie (get it, because mangoes and gingers and Mungojerrie).

Javier gatekeeping In The Heights because he can't stand people pronouncing the spanish lyrics wrong.

Dutch loves Jekyll and Hyde partly because he read the novella when it first came out. He has rancid takes like thinking the explicit motive for Jekyll creating the potion was necessary because despite being a very well-read and articulate queer man who grew up in the era the original novel was set in he still has the narrative comprehension and literary analysis skills of a walnut. Also believes Hyde did nothing wrong because murder is only bad when people he doesn't like do it.

Bill in his little trailer pulling the black-out blinds down barricading the door sitting on the bed with his five dogs watching Phantom Of The Opera because he actually loves romance. Love Never Dies, Waitress, Dogfight, Hadestown all the big romantic dramas of theatre he has dodgy bootleg recordings of the original performances. Got into a fight with Dutch on twitter over Heathers (neither used their actual names in their handle they have no idea).

Dutch would defend Dear Evan Hansen no one knows how or why he saw it but he did and he thinks Evan did nothing wrong.

[do0zy-artz]

Under The Mistletoe - 4k Words

Jimmy puts mistletoe around the house, hoping Fwhip would notice. Unfortunately, it takes an embarrassingly long time for him to do so.

A03

Jimmy hums, grabbing another Christmas decoration from the box next to him. His boyfriend, Fwhip, wouldn’t be home for a few hours; and the blonde had hoped to surprise him with the Christmas decorations when he returned. Well, everything except the ornaments. He was hoping they could do that together. He’d bought some cute new ornaments to show his partner, and was excited to see his reaction.

While shuffling through the box, Jimmy found something he wasn’t expecting too. Honestly, he’d entirely forgotten that he had these things. There were several pieces of mistletoe laying around, towards the bottom of the box. Not anything real, fake ones made of felt that his mum had made years back. They never had the real plant, because it was toxic to cats, so his mother had handmade some when they were younger. He could fondly remember he and Lizzie pushing each other, along with whatever friend or crush had the misfortune of coming over, under the fake plant and giggling about it.

Jimmy smiled to himself, picking up a few of the items. He’d taken several more than he thought when he had moved out, probably having enough for every door frame in the house. Granted, his own place was a lot smaller than his parent’s was. The blonde hummed again as he took one permanently from the box, setting the rest back down. He has a bit of an idea, one that will hopefully work out by the end of the evening.

He stopped what he was doing, which was setting up the stockings, and moved towards the front door. Jimmy hummed again, realizing he would need to find something to hang the fake plant from. They should have a ceiling hook, or something like that, lying around. It sounds like the kinda thing he would’ve panic bought when first moving in. Not because he needed it at the time, but because he might need it later on or some stupid reason like that.

Jimmy does find a ceiling hook, several in fact, buried in the same box as the mistletoe is, Which makes him think it's another thing he’d grabbed when moving out. But eventually he does get the hook set up, after some rather frustrating trial and error. On the bright side, there’s no gapping, ugly hole that they’d need repaired in the top of the doorframe, which makes this whole ordeal a win-win in the blonde’s book.

He hands the mistletoe after about twenty minutes of preparation, a smile fighting it way onto Jimmy’s face. This was sure to work, and get them both in the Christmas spirit! What a good idea he’d had! Though he should get back to work, and finish decorating before Fwhip comes home. So he can complete the surprise!

Jimmy goes back to setting up the stockings, putting up one for him and his boyfriend. He also put up one's for the cats and dogs, since they would need presents as well. Even if Fwhip did always complain that Norman or Flick would just tear them down, Jimmy put them up anyways. The blonde also argued that the dogs were tall enough to do so as well, even if that was less likely. He was determined not to be stopped in this matter specifically.

Eventually, Jimmy gets done with the stockings. Putting up six of them took longer than it should have, but whatever. He moves onto the rest of the decorations, and decides to tackle one box at a time. Except for the ornament box, that one goes to the side for now. So they can decorate together later, as a couple. 

Jimmy doesn’t check the time, but he knows he has at least half an hour to finish up before his partner returns home. And then he loses track of time, and suddenly has no more of it to finish up with. There is the distinct sound of the front door being unlocked, and he doesn't even notice it until a very familiar voice is saying his name.

“Oh! Jimmy! You’re decorating!” Fwhip says, opening the front door suddenly. The blonde jumps, genuinely startled, even though he had been anticipating his partner's arrival for a good twenty minutes now. He must’ve gotten absorbed in his work again, something that happened far too often for his liking. Mostly because it leads to jumpscares like this.

His boyfriend still stands in the doorway, fumbling with his keys, and the blonde decides to take his chance and move closer. He also makes a mental note to not glance up for any reason, lest the surprise be spoiled by his stupid excitement. He wants Fwhip to notice the mistletoe all on his own, so they could have a cute moment. “I wanted to surprise you with it!” Jimmy smiled, now standing in the doorway with his partner. Fwhip took no notice of that, just going to look at him once he’d put the keys away. His cheeks are a redder shade than normal, probably from all the biting wind and snowfall outside. Jimmy had told him not to go out in such weather, but the ginger had done so anyway. Like an absolute fool.

“Well aren’t you sweet!” Fwhip purred, going to cup his partner's face in his hands. The blonde lets out a giggle, leaning into it. Even if his partner's hands were deathly cold. Damn winter weather. Jimmy has to hold back a smile, thinking he must’ve noticed the mistletoe by now. Surely so, it's right above their heads.

“You flatter me.” He huffs, feeling himself go all soft. Fwhip’s face twists into a gentle smile, and he pulls the blonde closer. The front door is shut behind them, blocking out the cold that had entered with its opening. Which was good, considering the snow seemed to be falling again. And neither of them wanted snow inside the house.

“That’s my job!” The ginger says, moving both of them out of the doorway. Jimmy has to fight to keep his expression the same, slight disbelief starting to fill him. Fwhip leans in with a smile, and his partner kisses him back. He does so happily, even if they are doing so…not under the mistletoe, like he had so carefully planned out.

Fwhip pulls away after a moment, that soft look still on his face. “I’ll help you decorate in a minute, okay?” He stops cupping the others face, and leaves to go and put all his stuff from work away. And probably change into a Christmas sweater, to match what his partner is wearing.

“Okay.” He calls after, letting his boyfriend walk away for a moment. He needs some time to compuse him, and let it sink in what just happened. The blonde looks over his shoulder at the very visible 

Jimmy stands there for a moment, gapping just a little. How did he not notice the mistletoe!? It’s definitely noticeable! He’d made sure it wasn’t too high up, and even the blonde could see it. And Fwhip was not that much shorter than him. He turns around to check that it actually is seeable, and it is! Most people would notice that! How did Fwhip not!?

The blonde isn’t mad about it at all. Honestly he’s more baffled by the whole ordeal than anything, really. It’s just—how did his partner not notice that!? It was literally right there!

“Did you decide on the party theme yet?” Fwhip calls from the other room, already shoving his jacket off his shoulder. Jimmy follows him, fighting the dumbfounded look off his face the best he can.

“No, but I was thinking about it.” He responds, briefly being reminded of the Christmas party. All their friends said they voted in who hosted every year, but it always ended up being at Fwhip and Jimmy’s place. Probably because most of their friends still live in apartments, or their houses are too small to comfortably house over ten people for several hours on end. “I do have some new ornaments to show you-”

“You do!?” Fwhip’s head whips around in lighting speed, his eyes already shining with excitement. He walks back over to the living room, his eyes darting happily to the Christmas tree and the rest of the decorations set up.

“Yeah, c’mere!” Jimmy smiles, leading his partner over to the ornament box, which the cats had disturbed at some point. But thankfully they hadn’t broken anything, new or old. The two of them sit down next to each other, and begin hanging up the ornaments until dinner time. Fwhip makes happy sounds whenever he spots a new one, and excitedly places the new ornament onto the tree’s branches every time.

It’s a fun night, even if Jimmy didn’t get his kiss under the mistletoe. But he supposes he’ll just have to place a few more of the fake plants around tomorrow to ensure it. Surely his partner can’t miss them a second time. Surely.

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By the time the Christmas party rolls around, there is mistletoe under every single door frame in the house. Jimmy’s boyfriend has still not gotten the hint, and all of their friends are surely laughing at him by now. Not surely laughing, he knows they're laughing. Because Sausage had just taken twenty minutes to make fun of them for it, and had almost gotten kicked out into the snow as a result. But it’s Christmas, so he was allowed to stay, because Jimmy was feeling all nice and festive or whatever.

“Why is he so oblivious?” Jimmy groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. Beside him, Joel and Gem cackle at his misfortune. Which was rather rude of them, to laugh at a poor man's suffering. The day before Christmas Eve, no less.

“He was always like this, don't worry.” Gen reassures him once she was done laughing, giving the blonde a few comforting pats on the shoulder. He just hands his head, taking a bite from one of the cookies they’d made for the party.

“I think you should place more mistletoe.” Joel supplies helpfully, taking another sip of his eggnog. Eggnog Jimmy had made sure wasn't spiked this year, still remembering how horribly that had gone the last time. (Three people passing out from alcohol level horrible, because somehow no one had realized it was spiked till halfway through the party. Terrible way to spend Christmas, by the way.)

“Thanks Joel. Maybe I'll cover the whole house in it.” Jimmy snorts, taking another swig as well. He’s starting to wish that the drinks were spiked, just so he could get drunk and not think about his current misfortunes. Though there was no way the blonde would get a kiss under the mistletoe then, so he supposed it’s a good thing nothing was truly spiked.

“At least he'd notice that.” Gem says. Since all three of them are next to the snack table, she reaches around both of them to grab a cookie for herself. Joel decides to take one as well, and the blonde is glad that Fwhip is so good at baking. He couldn’t have made cookies this addicting, considering the party had only started an hour ago and almost all the cookies had disappeared.

“I’m starting to doubt he would, actually.” Jimmy snorts, his tone a bit sarcastic. Joel giggles at that, and almost chokes on his snack in the process. The blonde laughs, hiding it unsuccessfully behind his own bites of food, while Gem firmly pats their friends back.

The party continues after that small interaction, Jimmy staying noticeably close to his boyfriend the whole time. Fwhip probably just assumes he’s being clingy, which isn’t very out of the ordinary for him. The others all know what he’s up to, winking and giggling at them everytime they pass under a doorway. Fwhip seems to not notice that either, and the blonde has never wanted to scream more in his life.

After another forty minutes of no progress being made, several doorways being walked through, and too many jokes to count being thrown at their expenses, it becomes clear that the situation is not likely to change. The blonde knows, trailing after his partner into the kitchen again, that he’ll probably have to accept it as fact. That his boyfriend is just stupidly unobservant sometimes, despite, like, his whole personality indicating the opposite.

Jimmy sighs, and decides he’ll probably have to do this himself. And he does so by cornering Fwhip into the kitchen doorway. An action that may be too spicy for a Christmas party, especially when they're not drinking, but it’s the only thing he can think of doing. He just hopes everyone has decided to politely avert their eyes for a few minutes, if any guests are around right now.

“Why so intense all of a sudden?” Fwhip asks, looking up at him. “Not that I mind.” He adds after a moment, a familiar little smirk working its way onto his face. The ginger is pressed nicely against the doorframe, pinned there by Jimmy’s hand next to his head; which is quite a nice sight, the blonde has to admit. But again, not the time or place for any of that. 

“Look up, you idiot.” Jimmy says, holding back an amused huff. Fwhip does as he is told, blue eyes flicking upward. His gaze widens when he catches sight of the mistletoe, and Jimmy would pay so much money to know what's running through his head right now.

“Oh.” He says, sounding surprised by the fake plant hanging above them. He also sounds a little dumbfounded as well, funnily enough. “Has that been there the whole time?”

“It's been there the whole month , baby.” Jimmy can’t help but giggle in response, bumping their foreheads together briefly. He’s still baffled by the whole ordeal, and will probably be for the rest of time. How someone doesn’t notice multiple pieces of mistletoe hanging for a month is beyond him, but it’s what makes his partner so endearing he supposes.

“It has!?” Fwhip exclaims, glancing between his boyfriend and the fake plant rapidly. Shock coats his expression, and the blonde tries his hardest to fight back a whole fit of giggles; finding new amusement in the situation.

“ Yes! I've been trying to have a moment with you all month!” Jimmy says, not hiding his giggles this time. His laughter is a little contagious, because his boyfriend mirrors it for a moment. Only a moment through, because he is mostly embarrassed about all this. The silly sausage.

“Shoot! And I didn't notice it!?” The ginger exclaims again, and Jimmy is sure he would be hiding his face in his hands. If he wasn’t pressed to a wall, of course. Fwhip’s face has turned a nice shade of red, one not from the cold this time, and rather a few other things. He hopes their proximity is one of them.

Jimmy moves their faces closer, unable to stop the sly (and maybe slightly satisfied) grin that starts to stretch along his features. “Well, you can make up for it by kissing me.”

“Deal.” Fwhip smirks, and leans in the rest of the way. Jimmy smiles, the distance between them being swiftly closed and their lips connecting. He thinks it tastes sweeter, now that he’s had to wait so long for this. He can feel Fwhip smile into the kiss as well, and he cups his partner's cheek in his hand. The blonde leans into the touch, and smiles even wider when they do have to break apart after a minute.

“There ya go.” Fwhip says, bumping their noses together affectionately. “Sorry this took so long.” He apologizes, sounding far too sincere for something that is ultimately inconsequential. The blonde is sure this will be a funny party to tell at next year's party, after all.

“It’s okay.” He reassures, peppering a few kisses to his partner’s face, aiming to get all of his freckles in the process. Even if that is a little impossible right now. “Merry Christmas, I guess.”

“Yeah, Merry Christmas.” Fwhip smiles, and Jimmy stops pinning him to the doorframe. His partner leans against him as soon as they are in the next room over, letting out an embarrassed laugh into his shoulder. It seems he’s still pretty mortified by his record breaking obliviousness, and will probably be the rest of the night. Especially when he sees the multiple other fake plants hanging from the ceiling…

“You have to take down the mistletoe.” Jimmy says, once Fwhip’s head is removed from his shoulder. Smiles still stick to both their faces, and one of them gently slips their hand into the others, intending to lead them around the party as they rejoin their friends.

“That’s fair.” Fwhip hums, the both of them walking back towards the living room. Jimmy grabs both of them a cookie on their way out, and hands one to his boyfriend. The ginger mumbles his thanks, eyes litting up at the treat. It’s his favorite flavor, and he bites into it enthusiastically. The blonde takes a bite of his own snack, feeling himself grow even more fond of this guy. If that was even possible.

They separate for a little while after that, fwhip going to excitedly mingle with Pearl and Katherine. Meanwhile, Lizzie slides up next to Jimmy from nowhere, fixing her younger brother with quite the teasing look. The blonde holds back a lighthearted groan, knowing exactly what’s about to go down.

“Soo, did he finally notice?” Lizzie asks, lightly nudging him in the side. Her tone sparkles with mischief, and Jimmy makes an amused huff at her antics. Truly, what would he do without her making fun of his love life twenty four seven.

“No, I had to make him.” Jimmy responds, finishing his second cookie of the night.

“Well, at least you got your moment!” His sister pats him on the shoulder, holding back her own giggles as she does so. The blonde just rolls his eyes, and lightly shoves her away.

“Yeah, yeah.” He huffs, Lizzie giggling even harder. Jimmy’s now the one blushing in embarrassment, though not as much as Fwhip had been before. His sister leaves him, laughing even more, and she goes towards where Joel is standing. Likely to tell him about the oh so great news she’s just heard; and to embarrass her brother further. Because what else were big sisters for?

A little while later, he and Fwhip end up under the same doorway again, maybe a bit on purpose. His partner giggles, and leans in for the second kiss of the night. The mistletoe is still there after all, and probably will be for a few more days. This kiss is sweeter than the first one, tasting like the sweet’s they’d eaten just moments before. The couple pull away from each other with even more giggles for that night, and rejoin the rest of the group for what will probably be the last time. The party will be coming to an end soon, after all.

Unfortunately, people had decided to not avert their eyes this time. When they're done having their moments, a few whoops and cheers follow. Fwhip turns red with embarrassment again, more playful comments about his unawareness being made for what has to be the thousandth time that night. Yep, this is definitely something they’ll all be laughing about next year. Jimmy can feel it in his bones.

“Finally!” Sausage says as he walks over to the couple, throwing an arm around both of their shoulders. “I thought you would never take the hint!” He teases Fwhip again, giving his good friend a playfully nudge. While his boyfriend makes another sheepish noise, the blonde notices how their friend slurs and nearly leans against them for support.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, eyeing Sausage suspiciously. As if on cue, the other man hiccups a handful of times. Fwhip exchanges a look with him, one that looks tired. It seems his efforts to not spike anything had been futile in the end.

“Maybe~” Sausage slurs, his head falling lazily to the side a bit. Now that the blonde focuses, he can smell the faint scent of alcohol coming from their friend. Yep, he’s definitely a little wasted. Considering he’d probably been doing shots all night or something similar.

“Oh he’s definitely drunk.” Fwhip sighs, taking all of his friends' weight on his side; instead of the two of them sharing it. The trio slowly inches their way towards the kitchen, both party hosts already having the same idea. To sober this idiot up. And anyone else who might be a little intoxicated as well.

“ How!? I made sure there was no alcohol!” Jimmy exclaimed, feeling his hands be thrown up in the air. Damn, he’d worked so hard on that too, and some sneaky fella had still gotten the booze past him. All this meant is that he would have to try harder next year, naturally. 

“I’m guessing someone snuck it in.” Fwhip sighed, further leading their drunken friend closer to the kitchen. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring them, enthused with one of the party games they’d yet to do; which made Jimmy feel a lot better about slipping away unnoticed.

“I’ll never tell!” Sausage says, giggling again. Yep, he was wasted. More than a little actually. Definitely not sober enough to get home on his own, that's for sure.

“When I find out who did this they are soo dead!” Jimmy says, giving the brunette a lighthearted nudge. He wasn;t truly upset about the alcohol, just a little annoyed by it. He’s more annoyed with Sausage knowingly getting himself wasted, especially after the disaster of last year's party.

“I’ll get some water for him.” Fwhip says, giving him a light smile. Jimmy had never been more thankful for a man in his life, because he does not have the patience for this drunk guy right now. “I think he drove himself here, so he kinda needs to be sober to leave.”

Sausage makes a whine of protest, which honestly sounds a little pathetic. In the blonde’s humble opinion. “Why can’t I stay the night!?” “Because you did last year. This isn’t becoming a pattern.” Fwhip snorts, and rolls his eyes. They normally didn’t mind having people over, but Christmas was different. That was either their holiday, or one they tried to spend with family. And Jimmy quite missed seeing his mum.

“Or am i gonna interrupt you two-”

“Off to the kitchen with you lot! Goodbye now!” Jimmy shoves the two towards the kitchen rather harshly, both men stumbling as he does so. He can feel that his cheeks are a little red, understanding the er… meaning of his friends' words. Both Fwhip and their drunken visitor laugh as they disappear into the kitchen, the latter hopefully being properly sobered up in the process.

Slowly but surely Sausage, and any other drunk guests they had, are sobered up. By the time that happens, it is nearing midnight. Everyone is equally exhausted, though some are still riding the high of a rather fun Christmas party. The few being Oli, Pearl, and unsurprisingly, Sausage. But even the liveliest of guests are sent home, and the hosting couple is finally ready to retire for the night; only after a brief cleaning session of course. They wouldn’t want the pets to get into anything they shouldn't, even if all four of them seem to be as tired as their owners are.

Him and Fwhip end the night in the doorway, waving the last of their guests goodbye. The blonde remembers the last time they had been like this, on his first failed mistletoe attempt. He hums, and gets a little idea. It is only fair if his partner knows how vailant his efforts had been, after all.

“There's one under every door frame, ya know.” Jimmy notes as casually as he can, glancing upwards. The snow had stopped being an issue a few hours ago, thankfully, and the only thing affecting them as they talked was the chill of the outside.. His partner seems surprised, and follows his gaze up to the doorframe above them.

“Oh my god.” Fwhip groans, briefly burying his face in his hands. The tips of his ears turn red with what has to be even more embarrassment, and the blonde holds back an amused sound at the sight. “I'm stupid.”

“We'll just have to kiss whenever we leave a room then, to further make up for your obliviousness.” The blonde says, pulling his boyfriend closer. He fully intends to take what he is owed, since they are still in the doorway. And if he didn’t get it now, he would just add another kiss onto the tally for later. His partner wasn’t getting out of this one easy, not at all.

“I think I can do that.” Fwhip smiles, and leans in again. Jimmy returns the smile, and takes what is the third of many kisses to come over the next twenty four hours. All of them done sweetly under door frames, and finished with fond giggles and loving looks as the mistletoe is finally put away the next morning.

He wouldn’t spend Christmas any other way.

[lindira]

5, 7, 13, 21 for Pa'ani and 7, 19, 28, 31 for Aeric? :D

Ooooh, thank you!

5. how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Answered here!

7. favorite animal? why?

If you asked her before the events of Veilguard, Pa'ani would have said dogs are her favorite animal. Now it's griffons! She loves them for about the same reasons: they're cute, friendly, playful, and loyal. But griffons have the added benefit of flying and eventually being able to ride them into battle! She not so secretly wants to adopt one of the griffons she brought to Arlathan.

13. what languages do they speak? how fluently?

Pa'ani speaks Trade and Elvhen fluently (or as fluently as one can speak Elvhen in contemporary times). She also knows a good bit of Rivaini, enough to carry simple conversations. It's one of those situations where she understands more than she can speak. And after defeating the gods, when she and Lucanis move in together, she starts learning Antivan. She picks it up pretty quickly, but it takes her a while before she can follow the rapid-fire arguments between Teia and Viago.

21. their favorite place to be?

In Lucanis' arms. XD But her favorite actual place is Arlathan Forest, specifically the griffon training area. She would love playing and roughhousing with the griffons at any opportunity. When times are peaceful, she could spend hours there just alternating between playing with and training the griffons and having naps with them under the trees. She'd go home absolutely filthy, haha.

7. favorite animal? why?

Aeric really loves both dogs and cats. But if pressed, he'd probably say he likes cats a little more, just because he identifies with them. He likes being left alone and socializing on his terms, he likes high places and hunting, and he has someone very specific that he's chosen as his person. That said, he gets a dog after he settles down, named Anzu. Anzu isn't a mabari - he's more of a labrador-farm-dog who is more or less useless in a fight.

19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

Aeric is slow to anger. He largely ignores slights against him and tries to do something about people being assholes rather than get too worked up about it. He gets especially angry, though, when people insult, hurt, or otherwise harm people he cares about. Even more especially if it's against Dorian, Paikea, or Sera. That said, certain people do get under his skin, like Solas (after Trespasser) or his Aunt Deshanna.

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Answered here!

31. do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

Aeric likes giving gifts more than receiving gifts. He's not very expressive, and in his experience, people who give him gifts get a little disappointed when he doesn't react as effusively about it as they want, no matter how much he likes or appreciates the present. So receiving gifts from anyone but Dorian, Pai, or sometimes Sera can be a little anxiety-inducing because he wants the gift giver to know he loves it, but he knows they won't see it on his face. With giving gifts, he loves choosing something or making something he knows the other person will like, then especially enjoys the delight on the person's face when they receive it.

Aeric isn't a very materialistic person. He enjoys gifts that have to do with his hobbies, so he likes cooking tools, woodworking tools, and books. He also likes to receive nice clothes because he wants to look his best but has no sense of what's fashionable. But his ideal gift is honey. He loves eating it and seeing how different varieties of flowers/bees/regions change the flavor. It doesn't matter that his farm eventually has its own apiary and he can have honey any ol' time he wants. If you give him honey, he will be very happy. Dorian knows that's the go-to present for Aeric for any holiday, nameday, etc., but tries to get him very expensive/fancy honeys to make it interesting.

OC Ask Game

[kandadiff]

Larger Than Life : New Rules

"Well I'm here to set some rules down, y'all have been here almost 2 weeks and have fought like cats and dogs this shit is fucking crazy y'all. So here's what it is"

"Is his name bow wow because thats the sound dogs make?" I ask to no one in particular, I am honestly amazed by this new information. "you know since he was brought up by snoop."

"can you stop?" Lisa hisses at me.

"What? I am amazed. but I am sorry." I apologize to him "go ahead."

"Thank you." he smiles at the table. "One, There's no more fighting that goes for everyone. One more fight and I don't care who started it y'all both will be sent home." Looks are exchanged around the table. "two, No more destruction to anyones property whether it's clothes, makeup, jewelry anything you will be sent home with a fine to the damages." More looks are exchanged, though everyone passes glances at Emma. "Three, No more smoking in the crib take that shit outside"

"Cigarettes or-" Ian starts but Bow Wow interuppts.

"Both! And lastly each person will be voting someone home every week."

"FINALLY!" Emma yells "I mean tell me we weren't all thinking it. This house could do with less skanks." She takes a deep sip of her wine.

"BUT back home your fans also get to decide who will be sent packing if both answers are different from fans and then both parties gonna have to duke it out in a challenge in order to stay in the house what kind of challenge you ask? Well that's something y'all just gonna have to wait for. Any questions?"

We all start talking about our opinions on the matter and finally someone asks “what happens when we call our lifeline. Are they up for elimination as well?” 

“Yeah I need to know that too.” She looks around the table “just wait when I call mine.” 

“Wait for what? Whoever it is can’t fight us.” Draven rolled her eyes taking a long swig of her drink. 

"Continue please, Bow wow." Jennie smiles up at him and I refrain from kicking her.

“Big fan man.” Liam smiled at him and I rolled my eyes. 

"Oh yeah?" I laugh. "Name a song of his then."

Liam glares at me but Bow wow just shakes his head laughing. "To answer your question about call ins, if they choose to live here they will be safe from going home for the week. Also they can be called any anytime."

"Can we come back into the house if voted off?" Gigi asks.

"with enough fan votes, yes unless you break rules 1 & 2." he explains.

"Any more questions?" When no one else speaks up he smiles. "good now enjoy the dinner because on... what day is it?"

"Wednesday."

"Okay, well on Friday, you are going to remind the fans at home why you are here and why you're here. We are going to have a talent show complete with a stage."

"what about us?" Gigi asks "We're models - we don't sing or act."

"Well you models will have raw photoshoots. No photoshop- no editing. Just pure talent. Thats fair enough right? Or you can try singing or acting, playing an instrument... Let your creative juices flow! Remember the fans love authenticity so write your own songs if you can, or pick a scene that is close to the heart. Anyway." he looks at the clock. "I'll be back soon, enjoy your dinner."

~ ~ ~ ~

"Well cheers to that!" Naomi smiles happily holding up her drink. "that sounds fun! This is what we came here for, right? Cheers!" She clicks her drink with Makayla next to her.

While her optimism is appreciated, not everyone feels the same. Especially given the rest of the rules, that means we have to resolve our fighting more constructively and meaning we have to put up with these people until there's enough votes to vote them off.

While we ate, small conversations popped up about the talent show and cutting his meat, Louis looked at you giggling with Edward. "Arianna" he called out catching my attention as well. "What are you doing for a talent, since you can't fight anymore. Something tells me your not good at anything else."

"Spoken like a true fucking pussy." Edward laughs turning to face him. "As soon as they say we can't physically fight, you open your dick sucking mouth and talk shit. Where were you just 2 hours ago? Hiding in your room like a fucking bloody twat!"

"Hes only talking shit because he has his group to rely on." I shrug biting a piece of my pasta. "He can pass the talent show while just singing three lines in a four minute song. So he feels safe."

"What will you be doing for your talent?" Liam asks his jaw tightened. "I can't think for the life of me what your talent is... besides -" he smirks "I'm not going to say that when your brother is right here." I grip my fork hard in my hand. I see Robin tense from the corner of my eyes.

"Don't start, man." Namjoon shakes his head.

Liam shakes his head. "Of course not. I'm not sure what talent you have, sweetheart."

"Besides sucking dick." Louis finishes, a few people gasp. Everyones eyes fall on me and Zayn laughs. It pisses me off, Zayn teetering on the fence this whole time. He did tell me the truth but then again he sticks beside his band as though they can do no wrong. Neutral my ass.

Robins fists are clenched tight around his knife and I for a moment I am scared that hes going to stab Liam. Hes not that far from him. I place my hand on his arm, he releases the knife and it clatters on the plate. "I need a smoke." he mumbles "Are you.." he trails off its his way of asking if I'm okay or he needs to stay. I nod at him knowing if he stays then he'll get violent. He stands up and purposely taking the long way so he is not tempted to hit Liam on his way out.

"How would you know that Louis? Like honestly, how would you know? Even if I was was blind, starved and begging for it on a desert island you'd be the last thing I'd ever fuck. I'd rather get railed by every motherfucker here then even look at your decrepit fucking prick. Wow, your trying to shame me from having a healthy sex life with my ex partner ... what do I dress nice too? Is my hair to shiny?" I scoff. "I was the only true friend you fucking had outside of this. and I should have been done with your ass last year." Louis jaw clenched and he shook his head standing up "No baby boy, sit down, you wanna be funny? Then let me tell you all a real fucking funny story! Liam! Did you know the real reason Louis came home from tour early?"

"She's fucking mad." Louis shook his head, tapping Liam and the boys to just leave the table.

"Why? Because they don't know the fucking truth? That you didn't fly home, you flew to New York and begged, BEGGED on your fucking hands and knees for me to leave Liam for you."

"No I didn't." Louis said but he didn't look at me, instead he looked Liam. "She's making shit up."

I shrug "I feel so fucking bad for you, I really do. It must be so hard living your life as such a fucking snake. Its pathetic really and before you start denying, just because you deleted your snap doesn't mean i didn't save the messages." I lean back in my chair. "Now you can go. I'm finished speaking."

Liam eyes Louis, then shakes his head and walks out the dining room. Louis quickly follows followed by Zayn, Niall and then harry. The room is silent and Edward laughs.

"I knew I liked you." He waves his fork at me.

"Anyone else a little hard?" Ian asks and a few groans of disgust echo throughout the room. "What?"

"I need a cigarette." I sigh throwing down my napkin and moving to the backyard with Robin.

"We should do a team building excerscise." Naomi says after a few minutes. "To calm everyone down."

"like what?" Yugyeom asks.

"There's a lot of fit fuckers here." William smirks. "Would I be wrong for suggesting a game of strip poker? Or strip truth or dare?"

~~~

[jikoku-a]

✿ / jun & judai

breathes in deep ....... you underestimate how much i adore this duo

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [ your muse] is the good influence  / [ your muse ] is the bad influence  / [ my muse ] is the good influence  / [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

i love their friendship ..... truly brainrot over them ! i just adore the rivals to reluctant friends trope hehe, with judai being completely apathetic to jun's grumbling and groaning and just being happy to have a rival who constantly challenges him to get better (: they truly are the best adventure buddies and the fact that they can eventually both see ka too !!! they're sort of frenemies if only because i don't think jun would ever admit that he and judai are friends, and there's some baggage attached to their relationship on jun's side, but i think their friendship is tried and true either way. they're so goofy and ridiculous together that i just adore seeing them interact no matter what form it's in or what it's about.

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ] /  unrequited [ from my muses side ] /  unrequited [ from both sides ] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ] /  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ] /  cheating [ with your muse ] /  other 

i do really adore these two as a ship and i think they vibe romantically as they get to know each other ! judai's carefree nature and genuine acceptance of who jun is eventually forces him to grow as both a duelist and a person, and that sort of openness is what jun needs in a relationship imo. their dynamic is just a bunch of different applicable tropes that have me by the throat: cat and dog, red oni and blue oni, tiger vs dragon. i love them as a friendship and love them as boyfriends.

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ] /  siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  / [ my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

it's a little funny to say that they're enemies because judai just doesn't even see jun in that way, even when he's at his most intense ? at most they're rivals and fucked up little petty frenemies. i love the slice of life episodes like the duel festival one because even though they're constantly bickering, they're really just two idiot dorks who love this card game, and the more lighthearted settings in the anime let them just be normal students and highlight how petty their beef actually is at times. still, their rivalry is not only important to help both of them learn and grow, but i don't really think they'd be the same people without each other hehe c:

[torchstelechos]

God, I just want a fanfic about the absolute wild internet fandom and discourse of PIDW. Just full stop make it a chat/discord sever fic with both SQQ and SQH in it but neither know and they have another meltdown relationship on this server. Enough so that the fans make jokes that they’re just alts of SQQ and SQH (which is true but no one actually believes this). Make the final chapter present day them figuring it out and wailing on each other in anger. I need this more than I need air.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

TWISTED WONDERLAND DORMS: Axis and Allies Edition

A cloaked figure hesitantly walked toward the mirror. His eyes froze on his own reflection and rows of similarly cloaked figures behind him.

Mere steps away, he stopped and leaned forward. Confused about why he was forced to stand before the great panel of glass when green smoke rose from the duplicate’s robe. Eyes widening the man stood bone straight and jumped back to peer at his arms.

He was shocked and relieved to discover that he was unharmed, but was confused once more when a thick, accented voice spoke. “State thy name.”

Flashing his eyes to the mirror once more, the Nation was shocked to see that his reflection was no more. Instead, was a mask, bathed in the toxic light that must have risen from the green smoke.

“State thy name.”

When he didn’t respond, it called a third time. This time, he grinned maliciously.

“My name is…”

Heartslabyul: The Queen of Heart’s Strictness

                Italy: A desire for loyalty means rules. Though Luciano fits into Heartslabyul by the creation of his own set of ridiculously, horrifying rules. Each new one he would create would be inspired by the Queen’s own madness. Especially since each break meant that someone’s head would be gone.  

                Luciano would work his way to becoming the Perfect, doesn’t matter who he must stab. He will become the Queen and take Heartslabyul from just a bunch of rule followers to those that create them.

                Japan: A man of honor follows the rules set before him, even if they are most unconventional. Kurai would be as Riddle is, strict with every rule, but unlike the rose-red tyrant, he may murmur about the madness of some of the rules.

                Kurai wouldn’t mind being Perfect, but the number of rules that would require him to uphold turned him off from it. He would rather take over another dorm and rule from there. One dorm seems like it could use some order that he is more than happy to give. Whether the wild residents want it or not. 

Savanaclaw: The King of the Beasts’ Spirit of Persistence

                Canada: Matt’s persistence in getting what he wants perfectly fits him into Savanaclaw. Just like Leona’s willingness to cheat and turn a stadium full of people to sand to win the Spelldrive Tournament, Matt isn’t afraid to do the same if pushed too far.

                During his time in the dorm, Matt will enjoy the sparing with the various beastmen. Their antagonistic natures and strive for being the top dog make his days much more fun. Along the way, Matt may decide that he has had enough of going unnoticed in the middle and decides he may need to fight the Perfect for their spot.

                Germany: Luther would spend his time napping like a fat cat in the sun while at Savanaclaw. He’ll do the bare minimum with his classes before doing a study binge before each test. This way he can avoid being punished by the various teachers. Especially Coach Vargas, which he often mocks under his breath due to it also being Luciano’s last name and his loud nature.

                The idea of being Perfect doesn’t appeal to him. So, Luther would instead slink around the dorm listening in on secrets and blackmailing students to do his part of maintaining the dorm. He wouldn’t be in a rush to get home, instead enjoying the lack of international responsibility.

Octavinelle: The Sea Witch’s Spirit of Benevolence

                Spain: Benevolence isn’t a word many would use to describe Armando, but he does fit in. Especially when you compare him to the tweels. Both Armando and the twins are all too happy to wring someone dry of all their unpaid debts. Though, if the current Perfect isn’t careful Armando may just stage a mutiny.

                England: There is no better dorm for Oliver than this. Just as Azul and Ursula can use their magic to create frightfully appealing deals, so can this Brit. With gentle words and feigned interest in the plights of his victims, Oliver will be able to line up enough contracts that he may just swindle his way into becoming the Perfect.

                His ability to cook also helps set him apart from the rest. The Monstro lounge will become full of students foaming at the mouth for a simple cupcake. All the while is unaware of what he is using it to test. Hopefully, these poor unfortunate souls don’t fall too far.  

Scarabia: The Sorcerer of the Sands’ Spirit of Mindfulness

Russia: Viktor’s sense of mind is what aligns him well with the Scarabia dorm. He is cunning and quick to turn any dark tale in his favor. But, he does stand out from the rest of the dorm. His serious attitude pits him against the high-time party of the dorm. He would have been the one to suggest whipping the dorm into shape after their many scholarly and athletic failures during the year.

Though when Jamil goes down, Viktor escapes unscathed. Ready to create a new plan to put himself on top.

Most of his days there will involve excelling in all classes and competitions while looking for ways to get home. Unlike some of the others, he is more anxious to get back to his duties. After all, who knows what one’s boss may do when left alone?  

Pomefiore: The Fairest Queen’s Spirit of Tenacity

                Romano: Cruella is as Cruella does and Fabrizio is no different. With a flair for poisons and a fit for fashion, this man plans on ruling Pomefiore. Just as the tenacious Queen Grimhilde, Fabrizio will keep being determined to rule this fabulous dorm.

                Most of his days will be spent learning the fashion of the different lands and creating a catalog of designs to create once he is home. Using his suave nature, his minions will have study guides and highlighted books ready for him to study.

Fabrizio won’t care about being Perfect, all he wants to be is the King of the school. After all, what is better than being the fairest of them all?

                Austria: Jonathan seems like an odd one out. He is loud and rude, nothing about him seems refined. He is one of the most tenacious ones on this list. His desire for attention and for creating the best music about himself puts him in the spotlight. Whenever it is threatened, Jon won’t hesitate to curse or break something to get it back.

                Jon will quickly gain a reputation that would be a weird mix of Rook’s and Floyd’s. In simpler terms, everyone is going to run from him. He may make some forced friends and happily present his songs to them, but when his back is turned, they take off running. He would also spend a lot of time in detention due to his narcissistic behaviors. Hopefully, the school will survive his temper tantrums.

                China: Jin’s wasn’t the happiest when he first was placed in the prissier dorm. After all, he is created of drugs and the leader of many men, he doesn’t understand why he was placed among these weaklings. Until he discovers what the Queen was actually known for. Her spirit of tenacity and ability to create deadly concoctions speaks to his old soul.

                Centuries of experience help Jin work his way close to the current Perfect. Once seated at a high rank, Jin uses all the available perks. Labs and hidden spell books are used with ease and used to help formulate a new concoction of drugs. Once he has enough new people under him, Jin may decide to take over. Or, he may just settle for using people to pull the strings from the shadows. After all, don’t the shadows know who the true ruler is?

Ignihyde: The King of the Underworld’s Spirit of Diligence

America: This bad boy may not be the most tech-savvy when it comes to computers but give him a car or bike of any kind and he’s tricked it out ten different ways. That and his similarities to Hades slide him well into Ignihyde.

Allen will enjoy his time there learning and fixing magic bikes. He may get in trouble with a few different professors due to the number of times he’s caught winning races but doesn’t care since he won the pot. When his peers become a little too cocky with him, he’ll shut them down with a quick fight. Happy to take the prideful down a couple of pegs.

He may even try to get the Perfect position through intimidation rather than a fight. After all their current one seems more content to escape than engage.

Diasomnia: The Thorn Fairy’s Spirit of Nobility

Prussia: The nobility of a knight is one that can never fully disappear. Even if it has been centuries since Wil has fully acted on it. The day he was placed into Diasomnia and met the Perfect Malleus, he was willing to pledge his life to the fae prince.

Since Wil is no longer a nation, he’s not in as much of a rush to return home. Especially since this world carries many of the elements that he has missed. If Malleus fully accepts him as a knight, then he will fulfill his duty to the highest degree. If not, then he will go about doing his schoolwork while finding ways to protect students from blot before eventually returning home.

France: François may not seem like a noble since he acts more like an old, alley cat, but you forget his past. This man once sat in the presence of royalty and knows how to hold him such as much. It’s just he expects the same, or more in return should he give it.

As a member of the dorm, François will slack in his classes and in events. Often seen smoking or reading in hidden areas of the dorm. When he does decide to speak with others it’s usually Lila and those two swap war stories. Through the stories, mutual respect is reached and once the door home is found, there is at least one that will miss the grumpy French man.

Ramshackle:

                You: Just like the MC of Twisted Wonderland, you somehow appeared with your favorite nation. Though somehow, he had a knack for magic, you never knew that. Since you were so unlucky enough to end up there without magic, you got stuck in the dorm of uneducated therapists. Maybe Grim and the Grinning Ghosts can help you keep the crazy 2p in line while saving the students from Overblots. Hopefully you two can make it home. Or not.

[whogavemoththerighttohyperfix]

your fic’s awesome! you mentioned wanting HCs— could I have some Jane/Penny friendship with the other kids? 🌟

ID LOVE TOO!!

Penny is honest to god one of the most protective people in the friend group.

If Mischa is the mum friend, Constance is the Dad friend then penny is the bodyguard

Girl with throw you across the room with her pinky if you get to close to her friend than she likes.

She’s also like insanely strong, people think Mischa is the muscle and body of the friend group which he is to an extent but penny is in his level

Hold a grudge till she dies

They all do “I’ll knock you’ll talk” and every single time she gets stuck with the talking part

She dosent really mind though

The group had a competition on whether she was a cat or a dog person, she’s both

She has a Cat called Max and a dog called Katy, she thinks it’s funny that she switched the names

Only Noel, Mischa and Constance know how to drive but sometimes Penny will somehow get behind the wheel,

Every single one of them ended up huddling together and crying as Penny laughed like a madman

They regret it every time and say it will be the last time she goes behind athe wheel of a car in her life

She somehow does it again everytime

Made a bet that she could stay in the air using Rickys crutches for half an hour without wavering.

She stayed in the air for an hour, and won £50. She also couldn’t write for the next three days but it was worth it. She bought them all as much McDonald’s as they could eat

She can and will break into your house to cuddle

One time decked oceans dad in the face, he was high at the time so he dosent remember it but Penny says it still counts

Ok now onto general ones for each character

Mischa and penny get alone so we’ll man, she also practically lives with him. Mischa literally has a set up med specifically for her away from the one he has for the others

They’re both very cometative gamers and will curse out anyone in games no matter how much the others tell them to shut up.

One time when Mischa got into a fight with another student Penny ran up and put them into a choakhold until a teacher came and she gave him over with a smile

Mischa bought her ice cream as a thanks

If they go to the beach they always ended fake drowning eachother as in pulling eachother under the water until there both stopped and put on time out

Constance and penny are such a cute duo honest to god they’ll run around holding hands.

The both have a tendency to drag the other to look at what they want usually stuffeded animals or something though.

They’re an ungodly team at bowling, like if your up against them you better start praying for you life now cause you are getting beat 100%

Ricky and Penny were actually the first out of all of them to become friends, they were next door neighbours they had playdates even before nursery.

They practically read each other’s mind, all of them can speak with no words but then two especially, Ricky couldn’t talk and Penny didn’t like to so they can literally just stare talk

One time used Ricky’s crutches to beat up a kid who made fun of him for having to use them.

She also bought him cat and galaxy stickers for them to decorate his crutches with. He never took them off and let the others add to it

Ocean and her both basically have the same time tables at school, they spend basically every class together And the teachers hate them for it.

Ocean gives her math and English study plans and notes and Penny helps her out in PE

As in she will just pick ocean up when they’re doing a lap around the pitch because she will have an asthma attack and the PE teachers won’t let her use her in hailer

Going back to the HC that she decked Oceans dad, it was because the Choir saw him yelling at her and fuckin lunged at him.

He dosent remember a thing and she’s still kind of bitter that he dosent cayse she wants him to remember it

Noel and her get along so much better than people around them think, like Noel has a obsession with france Penny has an obsession with Italy

They both bond over it and plan to visit both country’s together. They’re saving up together

They are WLW and MLM friendship and both have beat up homophobes for the other

She also taught Noel how to fight! Cause she thought it would be fun

Noel: I don’t wanna do this

Penny: when I’m done with you, you’ll be able to choke a man to death with your thighs in heels

Noel: ok I’m in

Mischa: she can actually do that

Ocean: I know and I’m scared of Noel having that ability

Noel is literally a half decent fighter thanks to her, which is an amazing accomplishment cause man can’t do shit

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Hello! if u don't mind, can i request some hcs with Eli and William spending time with their sibling? (platonic ofc) ty <3

here you go anon! sorry for the long wait ToT

eli clark and william ellis spending time with their sibling hcs🦉🏈

eli clark🦉

loves bonding with you! not as energetic as william but he sure is enthusiastic

makes a small bucket list of things he wants to do with you when you're free

^most of the things on it include nature and relaxing outside ! however he's not opposed to watching a movie together or something

he would love if you wanted to go birdwatching with him, he doesn't want to ask you first though since he thinks it's generally seen as a boring hobby

as an older sibling (i really can't imagine him as the youngest one nfdbbf eventually the middle child), eli is more protective of you but in a loving way

prepared for absolutely everything when you two go out - snacks? checked. med kit? checked. extra clothes? checked

his eyesight is weird since he sees through brooke - he can see everything in third person and it feels odd so you two have a mini inside gimmick thing? where you can let him know if you're near him, like two taps on his shoulder or something so he knows it's you

has really vivid dreams and hes SUUUPER enthusiastic about them and tells you everything that happens in them

"and then the - you wouldn't believe it - giant spider fell down onto the floor and morphed into a whole new creature, and the environment changed too and i suddenly got turned into a mous-" "eli, i'm starting to think you do drugs before you go to sleep every night"

also quite passionate about astronomy so you two often spend your summer nights watching the night sky, especially during a meteor shower

he likes to knit in his free time and for your birthday he gifted you a similar scarf to his :)) finds it cute when you two match clothes and go outside

eli is a really good listener! no matter if it's you just venting or asking for advice from someone more experienced, he's always there for you

likes building snowmen during the winter!! he'll make a snowman resembling you

has insomnia and frequently wakes you up to ask you some question he thought of

"___, you awake?" "jeez eli of course i am when you woke me up, it's like 2am, what is it?" "do you think that dogs ever think of the colors they can't see??? like do they just live without knowing pink exists?" "go to sleep oh my god"

very ticklish. use that to your advantage whenever possible 😈😈

feeds stray animals frequently and would love if you accompanied him! during the winter he sets up those bird feeders and he often brings local stray cats and dogs food

william ellis🏈

super energetic big bro!!!! it's never boring when he's by your side

you two would definetly have a secret handshake hehe

obviously his favorite way of spending time with you is sports! they improve cooperativeness between people and are so much fun

even though he mostly plays football and rugby you two will often play basketball, tennis and other sports together

if you're too short to reach the hoop he's going to pick you up and hold you higher so you can shoot, he has been doing this since your childhood

really bad at table tennis though😭 actually more clumsy than bad

basically your bodyguard when you two go out, especially if he notices someone from your school or work mocking you, he's just going to give them a dirty look so they stay away from you

yk how usually older siblings are allowed to go out and the younger ones have to stay at home? well that's not happening with him - you're always tagging along and he's going to make sure you have a good time (and that you're safe, obviously)

likes taking you out to get food! shows you the best place to get whatever you're craving

in general he's often going outside and likes showing you various cool places he finds

you two had a secret hideout as kids and he's still visiting it frequently even though both of you are a bit too big for that🥲

pillow fights‼️ he's always extra careful since he's really strong and doesn't want to hit you too hard

you know his bunny onesie? he'll get you a similar one

when you were younger he'd let you hang off his arm and he's still working out actively just so you can keep doing it

he's the type of person to stand in front of your bedroom door like 🕴 and wait for you to wake up just so you two could play videogames or do something together (it scares you every time but he still does it hes a menace)

camping and outside sleepovers enthusiast!! even if it's just your backyard or a treehouse he still tries to make it extra entertaining - although he's not a big fan of scary stories

william cares for you lots and wants the time you two spend together be fun and enjoyable :)

[angry-geese]

Fluorescent Adolescent

Itadori x Reader x Sukuna

Warnings: sfw. platonic/romantic (interpretable). some minor swearing. mostly fluff. mention of violence. poly (sort of). Gn!Reader

Notes: Yuji and the reader have a movie night together. Sukuna decides to tag along

Nights at home were rare.

There’s not a lot of downtime when studying to become a sorcerer. Gojo was always sending you off on jobs that his students were very much not ready to handle. The line of work doesn't really follow a set schedule. Curses rarely exorcise themselves.

You haven't even graduated and you already wanted to retire.

You wanted to do something to celebrate your time off. Yuji suggested a movie night. You had nothing else in mind, and it sounded nice. The two of you thought about inviting Nobara. Movies weren't really her thing; she had other plans anyway. It wasn't often you got to hang out with just Yuji.

Gojo side-eyed you when you asked to borrow a movie. Your first mistake was asking him. The last time you borrowed one from him, the disc had been switched out with a porno. It took Yuji quite a while to figure out what was wrong. Nobara couldn’t pause the thing fast enough. Whether he forgot, or he did it on purpose, you’ll never know. You have the sneaking suspicion he meant to do it. When you gave it back the next day, Gojo never questioned why Yuji couldn’t look him in the eye.

Maybe that’s why Nobara passed on this one.

Eventually you settled on a horror movie. You're not quite sure what it was about. It looked gruesome. The cover had fake looking blood all over it. Despite being a jujutsu sorcerer, you were a wimp when it came to things like this. In the heat of the moment you could deal with it, but when it came to movies you were squeamish. It didn't matter how many times you told yourself that it wasn't real.

In the other room, the microwave beeps. The smell of burned popcorn fills the room. He likes his burnt; you can't stand the stuff. Two bowls had to be made. Both with a healthy dousing of salt and butter. Not the powdered stuff either; the real kind.

"You're going to miss it!" You call out.

"No I'm not!" Only a moment later followed by: "maybe I am!"

Yuji flings himself over the couch, just in time for the movie to start. Popcorn spills over the sides of the bowl, onto the couch and floor. He shouts "five second rule" before popping one into his mouth. Immediately you tackle him. He’s a bit stronger than you, and easily struggles free. It takes you nearly sitting on him to stop him. You have to pry the rest of the floor popcorn out of his hands like someone fighting their dog for an item it shouldn't be eating.

"Are you going to stop?” You ask. “Or are you going back for more the second I let you go?"

Weakly he nods.

The moment you let go of his wrists he’s lunging past you, reaching for it. In one swift motion you have him under you, pinning him to the floor.

The movie starts off with a creepy looking scientist, and two women stranded in a forest. You admit defeat, and collapse on top of him.

"Man I got hit so many times over this one," he offhandedly mentions.

"What?"

His response is a grunt.

If he says something out of pocket, it's best not to acknowledge it. He could write an entire novel about his life and barely scratch the surface. It’s almost impressive at this point.

It intrigued you, though. There were about a million questions you had for him. Asking one only brought up a hundred more.

The first thing you learned about Itadori Yuji was how he was Sukuna’s vessel. The second thing you learned was that he was going to die.

You were told not to get attached. Against almost everyone's advice, you did. So did many others. Yuji was truly strange. He didn't have the look of a man given a death sentence.

You often wonder how you'd react in his situation. Maybe you'd go to your death with a lot less grace. But there's no way of knowing until it happens. You like to think you'll go out in a blaze of glory.

Your interactions with Sukuna had been few, and only in passing. Aside from stories, you don't have much to say about him. Generally you aren't around when they switch. The one time you were, they didn't stay switched for very long. It still made you wonder. Since they shared domes, could Sukuna see everything that went on in Yuji's daily life? How much control did they really have over each other?

Sukuna would often switch out with Yuji while he slept. You expected that. He was unpredictable, and a bit of a prick. He's the king of curses after all. What more would you expect from a demon? Strangely enough, he never did anything. It wasn’t a proper switch, more like a particular hand or leg was taken over. Sometimes he'd knock things over, or hide Yuji's things, but he was never much more than an inconvenience. The guy could be a menace, sure, but he wasn't nearly what you expected.

He lays his head in your lap. Instinctively your hand finds his head, gently carding through his hair. It's strangely soft. It feels nice between your fingers. Sometimes you wonder if he dyes his hair, or if it's naturally like that. Come to think of it, you've never seen a baby picture- or even a childhood photo.

It's almost horrifying how quickly Yuji began to doze off. You sat there the entire time in wide-eyed horror. Maybe a bit of disbelief. If he feels the way your legs tense underneath him, he says nothing about it. He's snoring in no time. He can't help it, your hands feel so nice in his hair.

Unfortunately, you had caught Sukuna's attention too.

Nothing went on in Yuji's life without Sukuna listening in. Every little detail about his day to day life was known by Sukuna. Most days he didn't care to listen in. Unless there was a fight, or something to piss off, he wasn't interested. He was the first to realize how fond his host was of you. Immediately he started plotting all the ways he could hurt Yuji with you.

That plan was cut short.

He's not sure when it happened. Slowly you became worth something to him. Your strength was promising. If you continued on your path you could prove to be a truly frightening sorcerer. He found your will to fight impressive, albeit naive. At first it was a reluctant respect. You had promise. He could use that. Either against your or against other sorcerers, it didn't matter to him. You'd work in his favor eventually.

There was one moment that stuck out. One where his feelings went from a general distaste to fondness. You were fighting a curse, of all things. Although it didn't hit hard, it could shrug off a lot of damage. It wasn't particularly strong, but it was tough, and smart, proving to be a pain in the ass to everyone involved. With a snap of his fingers he could have exorcised it. But he didn't. Watching you two fight it was much more entertaining. If his host was killed, he'd simply bring him back.

Something went wrong. He's not quite sure what. The moments went by like shots out of a badly filmed movie. One scene. Then cut. Then the next scene. Then cut.

You're clinging onto his arm, asking if he's—Yuji—is okay. You weren't even hurt, but you were soaked in blood.

His feelings for you weren't disgust, or hatred, or even pity. It was something much worse. If he was capable of liking someone, it would be you. Sukuna could never imagine himself feeling this way for a human.

He hates that.

The affection he feels isn't love in a proper sense, but that's the only word for it. A creature like him isn't capable of love. He's the king of curses, he'll never lower himself to the level of humans. He'll never view you as more than a pet, but he cares for you in some sort of way.

Sukuna's affection comes out as bullying. Well, as much as a lone mouth can bully someone. You've learned to tune him out or brush him off. He's harmless around you. Yuji seems to keep him on a short leash. His bark is far worse than his bite. At least to you. You really can't say that for any unfortunate bastard that decides to piss him off.

Jokingly, you began referring to Sukuna when talking to Yuji. It was only to make him roll his eyes. Everyone hated when you did that, because usually Sukuna would respond. You tried to see how long you could get him to talk before he realized you we're screwing with him. It usually took a while.

Yuji's snores have gotten awfully quiet. The movie is less terrifying than you expected, but it makes your stomach churn. His eyes are open when you look down. They aren't Yuji's; they have a different look in them. Sukuna’s eyes have no humanity in them at all.

Both sets of Sukuna's eyes are focused on the TV. You're not quite sure when they switched. He made no show of it. One second he was Yuji, the next he wasn't. His hand rests on your knee, his thumb gently rubbing across your skin. He feels a bit colder than Yuji. You can’t help but wonder if it’s a curse thing or just a coincidence.

You try not to stare for too long.

"This is boring." He says. "You find this scary? Let alone entertaining?"

He doesn't like seeing you distressed, even if it's directed at something that isn't real.

"Yes, thank you," you say.

Maybe if you keep scratching his head he'll stop talking.

"Why do you like these? Clearly you don't like being scared." He says.

"Keep talking and I'll stop playing with your hair."

His sharp nails dig into your skin. "No."

"Then I suggest you stop talking,"

He sulks. It’s almost impressive how quickly you get him to back down.

He's a bit like a cat; the second your arms are tired and you need to rest, his fingers are digging into your skin. He doesn't want you to stop. The moments where he wants affection are ones where you can't—or don't want—to give it to him.

It's almost a competition between him and Yuji. His host is always so open with how he cares for you. You’re very affectionate towards each other. You’re affectionate towards all your friends. He finds it sickening. He wants your attention to be on him and only him. Yuji is only competition. Unfortunately for him—and you too, let's face it—they're a package deal. Sharing isn’t exactly a skill he has.

He shifts so he's sitting up, his head resting against your chest. Your heartbeat drops off for a second, before picking up in pace. You rest your chin on top of his head. Your hands find his hair, brushing it out of his eyes.

It's not long after his breathing evens out.

His head nods, eyes half shut, gaze still on the tv. You're so warm, he notes. He doesn't remember human contact feeling this nice. However hard he tries to fight sleep, it's no use, he can't stay awake for much longer.

For now, he would settle on sharing you if it meant he could have moments like this.

[simplepotatofarmer]

technoblade: a takedown - pt. 1

(not clickbait)

aka i go over every argument people make against c!techno one by one and determine whether they’re valid, false, or a mixture of both. i rewatched every single stream/video, including those on his alt channel, so i could approach this with the most information possible. i’ll be breaking this up into parts because there’s just too much otherwise. all about the characters unless stated.

techno believes in a ‘dog eat dog’ world - false

this is an argument i see used a lot when people discuss techno so i wanted to address it first. luckily, the stream in which he says this is only his fifth stream on the server. there’s one major reason why this argument falls apart and one minor reason that isn’t objective like the first.

first and most importantly: techno has never acted on this. even at the beginning - which is when this comment was made - he was helping his allies, from building railings to keep them from falling, making a potato farm, and all the gear he grinded for to equip his allies in pogtopia with. moving forward, he’s also helped out plenty of people: giving tommy a place to stay and items, telling phil to reach out to ranboo after doomsday, as well as giving both tommy and ranboo food when asked. there’s more, of course, but the point is he’s never once followed up on this statement. he teamed up with quackity to stop the egg. he spoke to niki about how he was giving anarchy a bad reputation because of the violence and wanted to take a different approach which he has.

when people use this argument to insist that techno is the villain, it doesn’t hold up because it’s merely taking one statement he made and upholding it as a main part of his character when his actions and later statements have shown that he doesn’t actually believe in this randian view point. objectively, i can’t see how this argument can extend beyond ‘well, he said it’. regardless of what he said during the pogtopia arc, he’s said the opposite later - wanting everyone to live free with no oppression or imperialism - and has never acted on it nor brought it up later. this take honestly seems disingenuous and was in fact the driving factor of this post.

second and not as critical, techno mentions multiple times during each of his first streams that he’s not sure who all is on his side. this is a reoccurring point for him. he makes the comment about wanting a dog eat dog world during the red festival stream, while speaking to bad and sam. the first part of the conversation is techno asking about state secrets since they’re (as far as techno knows) on manberg’s side. bad mentions schlatt killing cats and techno launches into a spiel about massive anarchy and the weak being huddled in fear, asking them how does that sound. bad says as long as there’s no cat murder, perhaps. bad then asks techno what his ‘single issue’ is and techno responds that he wants to destroy the government. to me, the context of the conversation, who he’s speaking to and what his opinion of those people is, is an important thing to consider.

techno’s ‘we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it’ comment means he was always going to betray pogtopia/l’manberg - valid but not how you think it is

i’ve seen people say that techno saying ‘we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it’ is a clear sign that he was always intending to betray pogtopia/l’manberg which, yeah? 

but i wouldn’t call it a betrayal. 

he says the ‘we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it’ line at the end of the ‘eve of revolution’ stream while he’s talking to quackity, ponk, and sam. the conversation is as follows:

techno, to quackity: i’m glad we could get to know each other. i heard you’re on our side now. i heard you betrayed schlatt.

quackity: yeah, that’s right. are you betraying anyone?

techno: no. i would never betray my personal ideals.

[some chatter from ponk and quackity]

sam: what does that mean? what if the people you’re fighting along [sic] have different ideals than you, though? doesn’t that mean you’d betray them?

techno: listen... we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.

then techno states that he ‘said what he said’ when sam questions him about his choice of metaphor.

he actually uses the same malaphor at the beginning of the ‘revolution’ stream when they (quackity and tubbo) question him again and in that case techno definitely avoids the subject which isn’t a good thing but considering everyone was so worked up about the possible traitor, i can completely understand.

overall, techno is extremely upfront about his intentions. yes, there is definitely some miscommunication between all the parties because none of them were on the same page but that doesn’t make techno the bad guy here nor does it mean he betrayed anyone. he was upfront about his intentions from the start.

in his first two streams, he makes a joke that if they happen to set up a new government/president that he would just take that one down and it would be a never-ending cycle. over and over, he says that he wants to do destroy the government/manberg. when tommy mentions taking it back, techno says, ‘what do you mean, take it back?’ though this kind of gets lost in the middle of everything else - dsmp (lack of) communication strikes again. 

the takeaway that i see here a lot is that techno always intended to betray them because he knew tommy wanted to take back l’manberg and knew that he would go against them if they set up a new government. and this is true to an extent! he did know that tommy wanted l’manberg back and he did know that he would go against them if they set up a new government. but wilbur was also telling techno that he was on board with the whole anarchy thing. 

none of them were on the same page and that surely led to a big chunk of what happened and hurt feelings on both sides but that doesn’t mean techno betrayed anyone or that he was the bad guy for doing exactly what he said he would do from day one.

techno destroying (l’)manberg was wrong - it’s complicated

the first thing to address here is that for most anarchists, destroying a government isn’t a bad thing. in fact, taking down the government/state is basically our goal. now, i don’t speak for all anarchists, of course, but overall the general feeling is that violence in the name of overthrowing an oppressive government is not inherently bad. there’s no way to do a one-for-one here because it’s minecraft but the general sentiment remains. so while violence enacted against the state is a bad thing for people who aren’t anarchists, techno has no reason to and would not view it as inherently bad.  

but it did hurt people and techno himself acknowledges that fact. he’s acknowledged what he’s done when confronted about it. he hasn’t said he was wrong because understanding that it was hurtful doesn’t mean he believes he was wrong. to him, he wasn’t. destroying what he viewed as an oppressive system was the right thing to do, even if it hurt people.

(also this isn’t any kind of meta but i think it needs to be pointed out that wilbur had already set off the tnt and techno summoned two killable mobs which did plenty of damage but he didn’t say wilbur was the great who came before them for no reason.)

again, this is going to be the most controversial part of this post because i don’t believe destroying government is a bad thing and i don’t believe techno is wrong for believing that as well. there are better ways to address the problem and techno is adjusting his tactics but if another government was to be established, i don’t believe he would be in the wrong to destroy it because he’s an anarchist.

the tl;dr of this section honestly could just be summed up with ‘watch less marvel, read more ursula k. le guin’.

‘techno is the villain because he called tommy the hero’ - so very false 

this is a take i’ve seen that to this day i don’t understand.

techno calling tommy the hero does not mean he was setting himself up as the villain in any capacity. it was merely pointing out tommy’s habit of putting himself at the forefront of almost every conflict, trying to shoulder everything, no matter how it hurts tommy himself. the speech was directed at that and nothing else. it doesn’t mean techno is the villain, it doesn’t even mean there is a villain; there are more stories to be told than the classic hero-villain and the hero-villain narrative doesn’t always apply to stories. (i’d certainly argue that it doesn’t apply to the dream smp but that’s a different conversation.)

techno is to blame for tubbo’s death - false

i think this one has been done to death but what would a techno post be without it?

no, techno is not to blame.

he said over and over that he was outnumbered and believed that if he had done anything, everyone would’ve turned on him and ‘torn him to shreds’. even if that wasn’t the case, it is what techno believed. he had no reason to think that he could take the entire crowd out until he actually fired the rocket launcher. and remember, he tested the rocket launcher earlier during the festival on niki (who volunteered) and it didn’t kill her. when he realized the amount of splash damage it did, he gives a surprised laugh and then begins firing into the crowd. 

as for saying he was under ‘mild’ amounts of peer pressure, techno has a habit of minimizing. not just the things he’s done, but often situations that he’s been in that were stressful. he stated that he deals poorly with high stress situations and one of the cognitive distortions that can come with anxiety is minimization. techno doesn’t actually believe it was ‘mild’ peer pressure - it was a situation that caused him enough distress that he brings it up later at doomsday - but it’s easier to deal with a situation when you downplay it, it’s easier for techno to keep up that calm façade when he’s acting as if whatever happened wasn’t that big of a deal even if it was. again, the way he speaks about it on doomsday was clearly upset and emotional. 

the only person to blame for tubbo’s death is schlatt. he was the one pulling the trigger and techno was the gun.

if you made it this far, thank you for sticking it out! i spent so many hours rewatching all the streams, some of them multiple times, while taking notes to be able to do this. i’m extremely passionate about techno and i feel as if a lot of the arguments against him tend to miss the nuance of his character. this project is on-going and i’ll be going over the butcher army/retirement storylines next. feel free to submit any points you’d like to see addressed! 

[yoimix]

haikyuu!! as types of best friends.

➼ ft. hinata, sugawara, bokuto, osamu+atsumu.

➼ playlist. talk too much - coin, higher - banks, romanticism - mrs green apple, me and my friends - james vincent mcmorrow

➼ a/n. these have light bff2l undertones hhn i love that trope, pls forgive me. </3 + there’s some timeskip spoilers for atsumu & osamu’s part.

❀ hinata :-

i wish the childhood best friends trope a very good evening.

no one’s better than hinata at making friends, even if you met after he spiked a ball into your face. you’re childhood best friends too !! so imagine being a child and having to pick up this goofball by the scruff, who has the audacity to ask you to play with him after giving you a scratched up forehead and teary eyes from a ball to the face. but, like, you were the one who said yes so it’s on you :-)

sometimes you bicker but it’s ok bc he would literally go to the ends of the earth for you if you asked. no kidding. he hates sitting still anyway so he’ll just gravitate towards where you are like you’re the sun. also gets you taiyaki in the evenings but climbs in through your window instead of using the front door like a normal person. (he has too much energy </3) if you hear someone yelling your name outside your window and ranting about volleyball games, you know who it is.

ok when he makes you mad with his bullheadedness, you'll be complaining with kageyama (who agrees vehemently) and hinata gets pissy bc you get along a little too well when you're throwing insults about him. (he's not jealous, no, of course not.) but.. how long can you stay mad at this sunshine child anyway?? you'll be pretending you never got mad at all within a few hours and go back to joking around.

he gets distracted if you're watching a match sometimes (bokuto somehow got it into his head that he needs to show off in front of you) so you got banned from watching. he overcomes it later on so you can cheer him on in his jersey too <3

gives you ALL his attention when you talk or even complain about your life. he reacts a lot to whatever you have to say so you have to pretend there aren’t people behind you glaring at hinata for having the same decibel sound level as a jet engine.

you have matching keychains you bought at a local fair !!! (you got a pochacco one for hinata but it’s super worn out by now so he keeps it in his wallet instead.) 

he has not won a single multiplayer video game against you (*cough cough* mario kart *cough*) and you don’t even have to be good at it. if you call him a loser, he’ll lose even harder. gets unnecessarily mad at just dance and you have to calm him down.

... you’ve probably kissed bc the two of you (mostly him) were too eager for a first kiss and you got fed up with his pubescent ramblings and ended up kissing him. and then had an early mid-life crisis bc you guys are definitely just friends. (unless.. unless he doesn’t think that way.. surprise surprise 😳) also he's.. kind of bad for make out practice... it’s like kissing a month old puppy.. sorry :/. if you happen to make a lot of offhand comments and tease him about his kissing skills, he WILL turn tomato red and argue in gibberish. only do that in private bc the rest of the world thinks you’re sickeningly cute together >:(

overall, your best friend is a ball of sunshine (who occasionally pisses you off) and your #1 motivation to get out of bed. it's mostly bc he's somehow there to get you out of bed though you've repeatedly told him to not climb in through your window. at least the sun is smiling upon you every day <3

❀ sugawara :-

being best friends with him is such a secure relation !! 

he’s your soft place to fall but also would provide gentle (not so gentle) reminders for your wellbeing (STUDY!!! WATER!!!! BREAKFAST!!). doesn’t get mad when you say you skipped breakfast but gives you this look of disappointment which is 100x more effective. still gets a granola bar for you though. also he literally carries bandaids for u and he’s been doing that since second grade bc you fell off the swing ONCE. you know, just in case. if you’re an accident-prone hazard to society, you’re in luck. 

BEST HUGS especially if you had a rough day and want to sob into his shoulder. if u damage his $85 hoodie tho, he will make u do his laundry and also buy snacks for him. but like he is so soft (his skin is SUPER soft bc he actually follows a skincare routine now) and cuddly like a teddy bear, it's a small price to pay for salvation.

he will hype you up for anything you do !!!! new outfit? offers to be your personal photographer. scored an A+? will treat u to your fav ice-cream. new job? will tell everyone just how proud he is. 

ALWAYS shares the last bite with you and smiles to himself when you eat it so contented. also!!! hanging out at cafes and taking cute pictures is a must <3 even though you’re not dating, you’ll have photos together that make you look a real couple which ensue teasing from daichi and asahi and admiration/jealousy from noya and tanaka. also he gets weirdly protective of you around the team (i’m looking at the moron quartet) and you have to pull the “koushi you’re not my mom” card. it really strikes a chord with him when you say that out loud.

will egg your ex's house with you if you say the word. somehow gets more pissed than you at your ex (if they're a shitty one). it's kind of scary when he's mad too so.... good luck calming him down. he's also really good at sarcastic trash talk so if you happen to meet your ex on the street... send prayers for their self-esteem.

you don't really fight often but if you happen to disagree, he'll go about it in a pretty mature way and talk it out. if you pick a fight on purpose, he'll catch on to it and either tickle you (excessively) or flick your forehead as punishment for trying to rile him up. it’s impossible to prank him!!!!! it’s like he’s got a sixth sense or something so you might as well give up on anything of the sort. 

you said you want to get a dog (or cat) with him in the near future and he somehow equated that to having children. turned bright red and started saying it’s too soon to be thinking of that while you had daichi stop you from smacking some sense into your overly imaginative best friend. (i mean, you do need to live together if you want to raise a pet sooo)

his lockscreen is a picture of the two of you so a lot of people who try to hit on him take the hint quick. he says it’s unintentional but you know he can be terribly scheming at times. if you say something like “why don’t you date me for real, coward” he will malfunction and not be able to look you in the eye. (“don’t joke around, y/n” “what if i’m not” “it kind of feels illegal to date you” “what do you mean?!💢”)

anyway you are one lucky mf if you have sugawara koushi as your best friend even if there are both ups and downs (mostly ups). having someone care for you so blatantly certainly makes the question of romance arise but you’re content with the most loving best friend ever.

❀ bokuto :-

you guys are the “two best friends in a room, we might kiss” “yes we will” “what” type of best friends PLS

it doesn’t matter what stage of life you met him, it’ll feel like you’ve been best friends since the beginning of time.

it’s just so easy to make friends with this airhead and by god’s gift, you cannot physically get annoyed at this man. sometimes his friends will complain about him being forgetful or blunt but you’re just there like. yeah. that’s bokuto. love him for it. (you seem to have a lot of patience.)

he probably gets into trouble with authority unwittingly, so save your weekends to sweet talk his way out after accidentally implying the coach has a weak mindset. afterwards, you go get ice cream or something and hang out at the dog park to forget it happened. (the amount of second hand embarrassment bokuto has given you though... you need some hard drugs to forget all of it.) 

you probably make a lot of friends through him in high school/college but at the end of the day, it’s just you and him and sometimes akaashi making sure you guys are alive. if you guys are alone together on a friday night, you’ll still be having fun!! very often, it takes shape as karaoke :-) bokuto thinks he’s really great at rapping for some reason (he’s not) so cue you screaming the lyrics in an attempt to ruin your part of the song equally. also he always sets the key wrong??? although you sing the same songs each time?? sometimes he picks a song neither of you have ever heard and the both of you try to guess the melody. he’s terrible at it but at least he’s funny. there’s not a single song he hasn’t had a voice crack in.

if you go clubbing/partying with him, get prepared to be introduced as the friend of “the guy who did four keg stands in a row before proceeding to do a cartwheel unprompted and somehow not throw up”. is on first name basis with the bartenders/hosts and gets you free drinks. also gets hit on often but is oblivious unless they’re being very straightforward. if he’s not into them... you have to pull the s/o card and save his ass. oh also he barks at anyone that gets near your drink.

will always exaggerate when introducing you to new people. “y/n and i met when i saved them from drowning a terrible death.” “it was the children’s pool and you were the one that was screaming.” “and then y/n didn’t really thank me but it’s not like heroes need thanks to do the right thing.” “kou, i will push you into a pool right now, let’s see how well you swim.” (he learned swimming to impress you so joke’s on you.)

he likes to watch you do stuff at the end of the day, so if you see him go o_o at you doing homework, you can just put your earphones on and focus on your work. even if he’s making.. a strangely.. adorable expression. also LOVES to listen to you talk about your day when he’s tired, he says it helps him sleep better (so expect a lot of nighttime calls). moreover, if you say you had a bad dream, he’ll comfort you with his ridiculously confident tone of voice (unless the dream was about something bad happening to him, then he’ll freak out and you’ll have to comfort him instead </3)

ok one thing that’s annoying about him is that he probably leaves food crumbs over your stuff like laptop, bed sheet, etc. you clean it up but bokuto.. is a bit... distracted to notice the mess he’s making. it’s usually pretty difficult to get him to be more aware, but like your glare is enough to make him at least try to be careful from the next time. (either that or he’s become sensitive to your change in mood/emotions bc you know... you’re best friends after all.)

i’m not gonna lie, he probably catches feelings for you at some point. he wants to, like, keep it lowkey bc akaashi told him to take your feelings into consideration too but?? it’s so hard?? you’re literally so pretty?? everything you say is like music to him??? he reacts reflexively to all the firecracker feelings u give him. he probably says he likes you all the time but you dismiss it with “as a friend right :-)”. there’s no climbing up from that one, sorry bokuto.

to summarize, if a moody golden retriever was your human best friend.exe

❀ miya twins :-

they feel like a set. it would be strange to have one of the twins as a bff and not have the other one around whoops 🤷‍♀️ 

either you and osamu bully atsumu in your free time, or you and atsumu annoy osamu for fun (or both) <3. it’s always a good idea to team up with osamu and prank atsumu for fun btw. (put wasabi in his breakfast pancakes and you’ll get a very pissed off but weirdly cute tsumtsum. you can blame it on osamu if you don’t want to face his wrath.) your alternative is to embarrass osamu in front of strangers with atsumu, have fun with that. (second hand embarrassment also works.)

when you were younger, you pretended to not be able to distinguish the twins bc it would visibly rile atsumu up and then you’d go “ok you’re atsumu”... which would further rile him up. osamu got used to your shenanigans though it ticked him off the first time too LOL. call them the wrong name on purpose and they’ll start a riot; be careful when you’re playing with fire pls.

you guys played a lot of knight and prince/princess/royal when you were a kid and atsumu would always try to make osamu the evil dragon holding you captive. in the end, you were somehow the knight, osamu the prince to be rescued and atsumu the big, bad dragon. (it’s kind of funny in hindsight. your parents have photographs of the three of you fighting like no tomorrow.) also speaking of which, your parents are also friends and have bets on which twin you’ll marry (or if you will at all). it’s tearing your parents’ friendship apart.

these two have DEFINITELY fought over whose jersey number you’re going to wear to the games ( “oi, ‘samu, stop brainwashing my best friend into wearing your stupid double digit number” “you know i’m the best friend, ‘tsumu. they clearly like me better over yer ratty ass.” “what did ya say?!?!? if anything, you’re the one that looks like ratatouille.”) you wore kita's jersey number to games.

imagine sunday picnics with the boys !!! by that, i specifically mean osamu and his perfect bento boxes <3 sometimes the two of you will cook together before your outings while a sulking atsumu stands outside bc you didn’t let him. (let him in, you monsters.) he says he can cook too but the last time the twins’ bickering almost burnt the whole kitchen down. the picnics continue well into adulthood and you get to diss your boss to the twins who will always support your rants. (sometimes atsumu will tell you it’s your fault but you can smack him off. we only need supportive besties here 🙄)

if someone hurts u.... they’re going to need divine intervention to be safe... you have two well-built, physically adept best friends ready to beat the shit out of anyone who deliberately breaks ur heart. 

when the twins get into a physical fight...... oh boy. it kinda pisses you off that they’re spewing profanity at each other and you’re the one getting glares. but at the same time, you don’t really want to step into a fight that has nothing to do with you. people should solve their interpersonal issues on their own. they have never fought over you, this isn’t twilight <3 

but the question did come up once on which twin you like better; it’s not something to seriously fight over though. if you chose osamu, atsumu will complain for six days straight and you’ll start to regret ever answering the question. if you say atsumu, osamu won’t feed you his onigiri anymore for a few days which is just as bad. the safest choice is to say neither bc it will both be funny and you won’t suffer too many consequences. if you say you love the both of them for being your best friends all this time and go all mushy, there’s a slight chance they’ll go soft too. god help you from the bone crushing hug you’re about to receive 🙏

you make sure to not miss any of atsumu’s official games !! sometimes he’ll wave at you and make the reporters give you hell bc he’s a little shit. just push osamu to them and run away if it gets that bad. (he gets free advertising for his shop, he should be grateful.)

osamu is super good at cheering you up!!! whether it’s with food or with pleasant talk, you’ll be feeling much better with a full stomach and a calmer state of mind. as for atsumu, he’s really good at you cheering you up by distracting you. he’ll talk about his team or this new serve he learnt and the world will seem a lot brighter bc he seems so happy about it. whichever twin you go to, it’s win-win. 

in return, the twins take up a good chunk of your time. sometimes atsumu will crash at your place after a game though you’ve told him to not lead the damn reporters here. osamu makes you taste test his experimental onigiri... which are not always good..... no seriously, why’d he put honey and tuna in there ?? but still, your life is ridiculously colorful with them around.

anyway, what can i say except what’s better than one best friend?? two best friends !!!

[chojiakimichi]

Kakashi & Toshiko thoughts

When Kakashi is given charge of team Seven he already doesn’t want them so when Sasuke Uchiha’s younger sister— when Itachi’s kid sister; Obito’s younger cousin, one he never got to meet —tags along because she’s seemingly attached to her brothers shadow all Kakashi thinks is how much he doesn’t want a team mascot too.

But Toshiko is sweet, or so Kakashi quickly realizes. She makes sure— on her days to pack lunch, because her and Sasuke are kids taking care of one another; they alternate on who makes dinner and packs the others lunch and other things kids with parents take for granted —to always send Sasuke with extra snacks. At first the extra snack was for Naruto but then another extra kept ending up in Sasuke bento for him.

She listens; where Naruto night call him old or Sasuke forgets to tack on -sensei, Toshiko looks at him in awe and eagerness to learn. (She internalizes his lessons like none of his other students; Gai might have Lee but Kakashi has Toshiko and she’s not even one of his official students).

After Sasuke leaves and Kakashi has failed yet another Uchiha and Naruto goes to train with Jiraiya and Sakura with Tsunade he starts letting Toshiko house sit for him when he’s on missions. Usually he leaves a summons at the apartment and somehow he always ends up having to pick the summons up from the Uchiha district turned ghost town.

Kakashi offers to help Toshiko find her own apartment once she makes genin. He understand what kind of toll it takes to walk over blood soaked floor boards but Toshiko refuses to move (“Sasuke will be back” she would say, “And I can’t just let the house fall apart while I wait for him”.)

Toshiko, like the rest of team Seven, never sees his face, no matter how hard she tries. And seeing as she’s the only one of his four kids both still in the village and with time on her hands, she tries.

Kakashi usually tries to stick other people with his tabs but on the days Toshiko tracks him down for extra training and they go to eat afterwords he somehow always just pays? Always asks if she’s had enough to eat and pays without complaint, even if she dose remind him that she can pay this time — she’s a ninja now after all.

When Toshiko makes chunin Kakshi gives her a blade. It’s a tantō, not the one that had belonged to his father as that one had long ago shattered but Kakashi remembers Obito telling him how when he made chunin his grandmother had given him a blade of his own; Itachi had told him something similar too. And with no Uchiha’s in the village left Kakashi had taken it upon himself to bestow a blade upon Toshiko.

Toshiko fights people. After Sasuke leaves and his team— and her small group of friends —are all she has left, Toshiko, the usually happy-go-lucky girl keeps ending up in back alley scuffles. Always over someone badmouthing a loved one, sometimes it’s Sasuke or Naruto; the worst fight she got into was over Kaksshi though. Her genin team leader was bad mouthing Kakashi and Toshiko who always took whatever her sensei threw at her stood up straight and told the older jonin to keep his fucking mouth shut. (“I won’t let you spread lies about Kakashi-sensei! He’s a good guy and an even better sensei! I bet your just jealous you’ll never be the same level of teacher, man or ninja that he is!”) Toshiko of course, ends up in the hospital at the end of the day but completely content in the fact she stood up for her actual sensei.

Toshiko doesn’t sign the dog summons contract. Not that Kakashi doesn’t offer it to her— he dose —but by the time he offers it to her she’s already signed her own. (Kakashi and the dogs try to act supportive but she did sign with leopards and no matter how big they might be, a leopard is still a cat).

Toshiko sort of just assumes Kakashi is married to Gai only to then find out he’s not and is so worried about her sensei growing old alone she keeps trying to set him up with diffrent people until they talk about it. (Kakashi tells Toshiko he’s okay with how his life is and if he never gets married and has children to take care of him in his elderly years he’ll just move in with her and her family; to which Toshiko gets oddly excited about).

Kakashi nearly shits a brick when Shikamaru and Toshiko start going out because yeah she’s no long the ten year old team mascot she once was but still, that’s his team mascot! He makes Shikamaru sit through his version of a shovel talk; Kakashi knows Shikamaru and Toshiko have been friends since before either of them was in the academy and that they’ve loved each other longer then admitted too but he can’t just let his faviorte unofficial student off into the world with a boy! (Kakashi ignores Asuma when the other man says he’s acting more like a father than sensei).

When the war is over and Kakashi is Hokage he and Toshiko have lunch in his office once a week. Shikamaru is technically allowed to join but decides not to as he goes to have lunch with his own mother during that time.

Years later, after the war and after they’ve been dating far longer than any of their peers, Kakashi is also part of Toshiko’s wedding processional order. It’s a Nara elder who married Shikamaru and Toshiko but it’s him who walks down the isle behind her with her brothers, ready to give her away and watch the little girl who showed up to his first team meeting become someone’s wife.

[t-o-m-hollands]

Summary: It’s the late summer of 2004. You are set to travel across the country for university and your best friend Tom is staying behind. You spend your last night together before you leave. 

Themes: Friends to lovers, love confessions, first love. 

Warnings: Drinking beer. One mention of smoking weed. Mentions of parents fighting and also implied neglectful parents. Smut (+18), two spanks?? otherwise pretty tame.  

Word count: 3,4 k

Notes: I don’t know, this might be a bit different? Or it might just feel that way to me. It’s very reminiscent of teenage years and first love and nostalgia. Please let me know your thoughts, I’m genuinely not sure what to think about this one. 

Massive thank you to @augustholland​ who read through it and very kindly reassured me that it wasn’t bad 💖

Also, this fic was inspired by the Phoebe Bridgers song. I’ve never actually listened to it but it keeps showing up in my recommendation and i like the title of it so this is what i imagine that song is about. Mostly I listened to Harry Styles - Fine Line while writing this.

You finish up early that afternoon. Wayne, your old boss, tries not to cry as he hugs you goodbye. He tells you to take care in a gravelly voice close to breaking, as he avoids looking at you. It’s your last shift in the greasy bar, where for the last two years you’ve been selling cheap beer and watered down whiskey to weary old men and rowdy students who come in for a game of pool. It hasn’t paid much, just a few pounds an hour; just enough so that on each thursday you and Tom have enough money for movie tickets at the local cinema. It’s your tradition. Like a religious man goes to church each sunday; you spend your thursday nights with Tom’s arm slung around your shoulders, watching whatever new film they have on, sharing a bowl of popcorn between you. Afterwards you'll have burgers at the fast food joint across the street; talking about the movie long into the night, sharing a bag of fries. 

When you were younger and hadn’t been able to afford to pay Tom had sneaked you both into the cinema anyway.  Your hand in his, he had led the way into the movie theatre when no one was looking. Sitting in the back row he’d sneak you Fruit Polos to snack on, his arm slung around your shoulders, as you watched movies you were way too young for.

Last week was your final movie screening; some light-hearted American comedy, and the entire way through it you fought the lump in your throat, forcing yourself not to cry. Tom hadn’t laughed either; had just held you closer than usual. 

Tomorrow you are set to leave the small seaside town behind you, the place where you have spent most of your life, for a drive all across the country; to start university in a city you’ve only visited once before. You’re not sure when you’ll return.

Thus lately everything has been laced with goodbyes; childhood having reached its end.

Just two days ago there had been the last bonfire where you had watched the Holland boys fight each other while playing football as his parents looked on and laughed, grilling sausages over the open fire. 

It was on the same rocky beach where you have spent many summer days; grilling food on the open fire and throwing back cheap beer with your friends from school. You have scraped your knees on these rocks, burned your skin from both the bonfire and the sun there; have had your heart broken over and over and over again during your school years as you watched Tom kiss whatever girl he was dating at the time by the fire during summer night parties.

Maybe you had broken his heart a few times as well. 

As the afternoon light turns everything golden you drive through the main street in the small town where  everyone knows everybody, and has done for generations. You watch the people as you drive them by. You know everyone’s name, know each crack in the pavement; can find your way home in the dark. 

God knows how many shoes you’ve worn out over the years walking down these streets. 

The radio plays a blink-182 song you know by heart as you follow the road out of the city, through the woods and up to the coast. At the end of a muddy track, on the border to the forest, stands a shabby old caravan. It faces the beach and above the door christmas lights are lit up all year round. 

The Holland family legend says that Tom’s great uncle had won the small patch of land in a bet. Unable to build a large house he had bought a caravan and put it on the lot. The old man had lived in the Shed for the rest of his lifetime, before passing it on to Tom; the youngster of the family, his younger brothers having yet to be born. When he had turned seventeen he moved out of his parents larger, more comfortable house, and into the Shed. His mother had agreed on it on the condition he took on the apprenticeship to become a carpenter that he had been offered. 

You remember when he had told you of his decided future, one late evening as you sat on the driftwood by the beach, smoking weed and watching the sun set over the horizon. It had felt right somehow, you had been able to  imagine him working with his hands, skillfully forming and bending wood to his will; his long and slender fingers knowing just how to fix things. Tom has always been good at mending things. It had been three years now and he was a full time employee at the JBT Carpentry Services. He says it doesn’t pay much, but he’s happy; and that's all that matters.

As you park the car outside the Shed Tom comes out. Standing under the colorful christmas lights he grins widely as he sees you, his eyes crinkling at the sides. The most genuine smile you know. He’s tanned from a summer spent on the beach, his hair a wavy mess; as if he’d just woken up from sleep. It’s a warm august day and the world seems sunbleached somehow; but in the afternoon light Tom looks golden. 

You are painfully aware that it is the last time you’ll see him like this for many months to come.

Walking up to him and he gives you a bear-hug; his warm, hard body pressed against yours, holding onto you tightly. With your face in the crook of his neck you breathe him in and discover that a faint trace of bonfire smoke still lingers on his skin. It all feels achingly familiar and safe. So heartrendingly unlike the uncertain life at university that lies in front of you.

Tom is your safe place.

Your parents had always fought like cat and dog and sometimes when you were younger and  they’d argue you’d climb through your window and walk all the way over to the Holland household. You were always welcomed there and his parents didn’t ask any questions, no matter how late the hour; instead they fed you, treating you like a member of the family around the dining table with gentle teasing and reminders of homework that needed to be done, letting you sleep over when needed. No questions asked. 

With the years the fighting at home got worse. When Tom fixed himself a beat-up old Land Rover and moved out to the Shed you’d call him from the payphone down the road. He’d always answer, telling you to pack up; and that he was on his way. He’d pick you up by the end of the street, a duffle bag with schoolbooks and a change of clothes slung over your shoulder. He’d take you back to his place to sleep. His caravan only had one bed, so you used to curl up next to each other in bed. On the nights when you were crying he’d hold you, and in the morning he’d make you breakfast before you both went off to school. 

Your parents never noticed your temporary absence. 

Tom lets go of the hug, but with an arm around your waist he leads you into his home. There’s a lingering scent of fried food in the air and the boombox is playing the 3 Doors down CD he’s been obsessed with since you bought it for his birthday. You tread the cherry wood veneered flooring with your battered tennis shoes, feeling more at home here than anywhere else on earth.

 “Fancy a beer?” Tom asks, leading the way to the kitchen area. “Warn you though, it's warm. Just got back from the store so they haven’t had time to cool”.

Everything is warm today, and the caravan is no exception. The ancient AC had given in years ago and Tom could never afford having it fixed. You heave yourself up on the countertop, replying a simple “sure” to his question. 

He opens a Stella and hands it to you. He isn’t wrong, the beer is tepid. Yet you drown half the bottle in one big swig; happy just to have something to do with your hands when he’s standing so close to you. Gulping down on the liquid and you cannot help but notice Tom’s eyes on your throat as you swallow. He opens a bottle for himself and takes a swig. 

You smile at the ancient gray t-shirt he’s wearing. At one point there had been a band logo on it, but it has long since been washed out. He notices you smiling at him and as if it's infectious a smile broadens on his face as well. “What?” he asks, leaning against the small counter across from you.

“Nothing” you say, smiling wider. “Just wondered how many times I’ve seen you in that shirt. I mean, it has to be near a couple of thousand times by now”.

“You don't exactly love buying new clothes either” he says, a teasing smile playing at his lips as he looks at your washed out jeans shorts. “I know for a fact that those aren’t new, darling”. His eyes linger on your legs for a moment too long before he looks away, taking a swig from his beer. 

“So, when are you leaving?” He asks, and you can tell that he’s trying to sound relaxed, but leaned against the countertop, his arms crossed in front of him, head bowed; holding onto the bottle of Stella he’s nursing with a tight grip. He looks tense and on edge. 

“Tomorrow morning”

He takes a swig from his beer. There’s nothing more to say, not really. Everything that happens now is just aftermath; you might as well have already left. 

“I’m nervous” you admit, biting your lip, trying hard not to et out the tears you’ve been holding in for days now; embarrassed that your voice trembles on the last word. 

His head snaps up to look at you. Pushing off the counter he takes a step forward, placing himself in between your legs. 

“Hey” he says, with a voice a low and gentle as a whisper, his hand cupping your cheek. You look up at him; long dark eyelashes framing his beautiful brown eyes, his thin lips slightly parted and across his nose freckles are spread out, the result from a summer spent in the sun. His calloused hand strokes your cheek. “You’re going to take them by storm, Pebbles”.

You smile, despite your fluttering heart. He hasn’t called you Pebbles for a long time. It had been his nickname for you when you first became friends, the reason behind it long forgotten. He was the only one to ever call you it, and the name had lingered long into your late teenage years. 

“You took me by storm,” he admits. 

You blink up at him through wet eyelashes. Your family had moved to the town when you were ten years old. This was the kind of small town that strangers seldom came to and inhabitants rarely left; and so the new addition to the small local school had everyone talking. You had felt like an astronaut shuffled into space on your first day, trying to find gravity in the unfamiliar school corridors. You had felt the pull of gravity in form of the brown-eyed boy sitting next to you in english class. He had given you a warm smile as you sat down next to him. He had made you his friend, listened to you and confided in you; had made you laugh until your stomach ached. You found further gravity in his home; surrounded by his family and their endless squabbles and laughter, sitting next to Tom at the dinner table.

It hadn’t taken long before you and Tom were an inseparable item; your names always linked to one another in the mouths of others. 

“You’ve worked so hard for this scholarship” he says, and the corners of his mouth tugs up into a smile, “I mean, I’m pretty certain you’re the only reason I even finished school”.

You had helped him write most of his essays at school. He’d struggled with reading a lot and found the assigned novels difficult. There were evenings where you’d spend hours laying on the bed; twisting the phone cord between your fingers, as you read the books out loud for him. 

Sometimes, in order to be left alone from his parents and younger brothers, he’d walk down to the end of the street and to the payphone there, where he’d spend all his pennies listening to you reading. You had talked and talked until your voice got hoarse; until he ran out of pennies. Yet when he hung up you always felt a tug of longing in your chest, knowing you wouldn��t be able to see him until the next day in school. 

“Well,  I heard you’re doing pretty good as a carpenter” you say, smiling up at him. “I always knew you’d be good with your hands”. 

As soon as you’ve said it you can feel your face heat up. You had heard the rumours at school; Tom Holland is a stellar fuck. Once, while you were in the bathroom stall, you had heard a gang of girls discuss it as they reapplied their lipgloss in the mirror. One of them told the story of her one night stand with Tom, how he had made her come several times over with his hands and mouth; how he’d fucked her so long and so good. You had stood in the stall, your heart in your throat; feeling sick to your stomach, but unable to stop listening.

There were girls that reached out to you in school, knowing you were Tom’s closest friend, and asked you in hushed but awed voices if it was true. If he really that good in bed.

He looks you dead in the eye, an unusual seriousness to his warm eyes. He knows what you’re thinking, knows what thoughts have made your cheeks flush with colour. Letting go of your cheek he places his arms on either side of you on the counter; caging you in. 

“There’s never been anyone but you, Pebbles. Not really.” His tone is heavy with meaning and you feel light-headed; both oddly detached from your own body and painfully aware of the closeness of his. Your heart is beating hard in your chest. 

This is a line you’ve never crossed before. 

“I know I’m ruining everything by saying this, but you’re leaving tomorrow and I’ve been walking around with this secret lodged in my chest like a bullet since i was ten years old; I love you, Pebbles. I’ve always have”.

You should speak. You should tell him that you’ve known for a long time how he’s felt. That it’s been evident in the way his eyes keep lingering on your legs, in the way his arm usually finds its way to rest around your waist. In the way he’s always been there for you. You should tell him that you understand why he hasn’t been able to voice his feelings for you; because you haven’t done it either. Too scared of losing him. But your breath has caught in your throat and all you can focus on is those caramel eyes on you, and how hard your heart is beating in your chest.

“I love you too” you say, voice hardly louder than a whisper. You swear there was music coming from the boom box but all you can hear is the blood rushing through your body. 

He kisses you.

He takes your mouth slowly, kissing you thoroughly until you can’t think straight; can’t remember any other kiss than his. Then his lips move over yours with more fervour; more urgency, one hand around your throat and the other tangled in your hair. He kisses you until you're both moaning and gasping for more. 

This is it. You’ve crossed the invisible line between friends and lovers; and there is no return, no going back from here. When you leave tomorrow you will leave knowing what his mouth feels like pressed against your.

You dig your hands into his soft hair, runs them both up his chest, realising that this is what your hands were made for. He lifts you off the counter and you wrap your legs around his waist. He moves you both across the caravan and into the bedroom. It’s baking hot in there and you can already feel sweat forming at the low end of your back. The room, just big enough for a bed to fit, is lit up with sunlight. His bed is a mess of rumpled white sheets and the walls are the same cherry wood colour as the rest of the caravan. 

You kiss and lick his jaw, his neck, his throat; anywhere you can reach you stroke him. You tug at his hair, kiss his soft lips, and nib at his ear. It’s like the gates have been opened, because even though his arm has always been a comforting presence around your waist; and even though you’ve slept in the same bed more times than you can count, his body curled up next to yours, forming himself like a question mark around your body; he’s never been yours to touch before. Not like this.

His breathing is accelerated, his chest rising and falling in rapid speed, and so is yours. There’s a heat to his eyes that tells you he’s just as turned on as you are. You pull at his shirt before he’s even laid you down on the bed; impatiently craving all his warm, suntanned skin pressed against yours. It’s an almost feverish frenzy, and in the back of your mind you know that you should take this slow. You don’t want this to end too soon, because this might be all you get. But the sun hasn’t even set yet and through the old white-washed curtains you helped put up and light shines through, bathing you both sunshine. 

Outside the waves keep crashing against the shore and in the kitchen his boombox keeps playing songs you’ve heard a million times before. It is like it always has been at Tom’s, except that for laying on his sofa and talking he’s removing your clothes; kissing his way down your body. Wet, opened mouth kisses that leave a trail of heat in its wake that have you bucking your hips up for more. His hands are everywhere, exploring your legs. He’s looking at your skin with wide-eyes adoration. With his body in between your wide spread legs he kisses the soft inside of your thighs. 

“So soft” he groans against your skin, “and so sweet”.

You feel overheated and breathless; aching all over from wanting him. Perched up on your elbows you observe him; his dark hair brushing against the low of your stomach as he kisses the tender skin of your hip bone. He bares his teeth and bites the sensitive flesh. 

His hand cups your cunt. You’re wet and aching and as you presses his thumb to your clit, gently but steadily moving up and down, you feel like you’re going to combust. His strokes are soft at first, before speeding up, making you moan wantonly, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Glad you like that,” he says, a satisfied smile spreading on his face. “Do my fingers feel good on you, darling?”

All you can do is moan in response, arching and moving your hips up to meet his hand. His movements are fast and slippery and it doesn’t take long until your close, so close, so close; on the brink of tipping over and then - 

A sharp slap on your pussy, leaving a stinging bite, and it is like the world splits into two. 

“God” you moan, voice hoarse. You’re shuddering all over; moanes falling freely from your lips. 

He looks up at you from his position in between your legs, his dark eyes sparkling. He kisses the soft inside of your thighs again. “You have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you here?” he asks. “I bet you do, torturing me for fun in those short jeans shorts”. He spanks your pussy again and you couldn’t have stopped the moan falling from your lips even if you tried. “How long I’ve wanted to taste you here?”. And he places a hot kiss on your wet slit. You can feel his soft hair pressed against your thighs; his warm breath against your skin.

His lips part and he covers you with his mouth, his tongue moving over your opening; touching you, stroking you, tasting you. A guttural moan leaves him. He looks up at you through tassels of hair, caramel eyes glued to your face.

You fall back against the mattress, “more” you demand, in a voice that sounds a lot like begging. “Please, more”.

It is as if he’s been unleashed. You have never felt anything like it, but he laps you up, tastes you; his fingers moving inside you; pressing against the place that has you seeing stars. You can’t even look at him now, you’re eyes shut; too overwhelmed by the stimulation. Both aching for more but not sure if your body can handle that kind of pleasure. Your thighs are shaking, and something in your stomach grows tighter and tighter by each flick of his tongue against your clit.

“I’m coming” you cry out breathlessly “fuck I’m coming”

And you do. Hard. He keeps kissing and touching you through it; both grounding you and dragging out the intense sensation. 

His hands, now familiar with your thighs, make their way up to the soft swell of your breasts, as you struggle to regain your breath. He’s cupping them in his hands, pinching your nipples in between his fingers, kissing them with ferveor. Hungry hands move over your breasts, your stomach, your face; cupping it so that he can kiss you with the sort of yearning that comes from years of unanswered desire. 

Your hands move over his body as well, moving over his abdomen chest and arms, defined from long hours of hard work. You kiss his throat and collarbones, kissing at the skin; licking, sucking and biting until you hear guttural moans coming from his throat. His lips are slightly parted, and his glossy dark eyes are fixed on your face; his fingers loosely tangled in your hair. 

He presses you down onto the mattress again, until he’s face to face; his arms on each side of your face, holding himself over you.

“You sure?” he asks, voice hoarse, panting slightly. 

“I want this” you answer him, voice low but clear, “I really, really want this Tom”

He smiles, breathing out the breath he’d been holding and moves away from you, reaching for the side of his bed and to take out a condom from the drawer. 

He places a quick kiss to your lips, your cheek, your belly button, before he sits up. He removes his underwear and you can feel your face heat up again. Because this is Tom, your Tom, whom you’ve been in love with for half your life. But being with him, both naked as the day you were born, feels right. You know everything about this man, all his preferences and secrets; his favourite movie and how he likes his food and why he skipped class every day for a month in year nine. And he knows everything about you. It feels right that he should know this as well; know each curve of your body and the way you like to be kissed and what has you moaning and begging for more. 

He unwraps the foil package and puts the condom on with firm fingers. Leaning over you again he lines up against your opening. His eyes glossy with lust, damp hair falling over his face; his mouth swollen and wet from kissing you.

Then with a sharp thrust and a groan he’s inside you. 

All coherent thoughts go out the window as he starts moving in and out of you. The only thing that exists is his strong, sweaty body above you, moving in and out of you with slow, deep thrusts. He’s so hard where you are soft and you can’t stop touching him, dragging your fingers over his back, pulling at his hair, kissing his arms. It’s like the wires in your brain have crossed, sending out sparks of pure pleasure in your body. 

He hits a particularly tender spot inside you and the groan that leaves you is almost animalistic.

Tom nearly halters in his pace, before collecting himself again. “Fuck” he moans out, kissing your neck. His movements become more frenzied and you roll your hips under him, meeting his movements; trying to get him deeper inside you. 

He pushes himself up onto his hands, pulls back slightly; and pushes in. Starting to really fuck you. 

You can’t stop looking up at him; naked body damp with sweat, muscles moving as he works; arms flexed and cheeks flushed. His eyes are closed pleasure now. Your hands are on his hips helping him set the pace as he fucks into you with fast, hard thrusts. Without warning you clutch around him in pleasure and he groans loudly.

“How the fuck does your cunt feel better than it tastes?” he asks, panting for air. “

He presses a hand over your heart, letting it rest there. You wonder if he can feel it pounding for him. You feel like you’re dissolving into a thousand tiny pieces as you come around him with a choked scream. 

He’s so close and you can practically feel it; aching for him to have it. You want him to come; in you, on you, over you. 

And then he does, his brows furrows; like the pleasure is so intense it hurts him. The sounds he makes when he comes are guttural; almost whimpering. 

As he falls down on the bed beside you he pulls you close, has you pressed against his body, an arm firmly wrapped around you. The sun has set now, but the ocean waves still crash onto the shore, the sound of it the only thing to fill the silence part from your laboured breathing; the music having gone quiet in the other room. 

Neither one of you say anything. You knew the end to this when he kissed you. You’ve regretted nothing that has happened here, and you know that he doesn’t either; but tomorrow you are leaving to drive all the way across the country and he cannot follow. You don’t know what will happen now, and he doesn't have the answer to that either. And so you just let him hold you; wishing with all your might that you could stop the morning from coming.

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Please let me know your thoughts, genuinely don’t know what to make of this one.