#DOES ANYONE CARE

[luna-spacedoodles]

monty and esther’s relationship is sooo interesting to me even if it doesn’t have lots of time to be explored. a kind of mother-son dynamic

like monty’s been esther’s crow for some time before we meet them only as her familiar but for a less than a week he’s human teen. he still works as her little helper but now there’s a boy in her house that she got at least a few clothes for from somewhere somehow. she doesn’t expect this to last long. he sleeps in his own room now and has a library card and talks back when she talks to him and has a genuine love for astrology. he still perches on chairs instead of sitting in them when he’s in the house and has black hair.

esther brought him into a human body and he blames her for all these human emotions he has to deal with. she takes him out of the world she gave him and it’s back to being a crow in a cage. he wants to be in love with edwin and for edwin to be in love with him back and he doesn’t want to follow esther’s plan to really kill him. he also has no one else to look up to, to follow, to learn from. he doesn’t want to make her mad because he knows the exact extent of what she can do to him and what she will do to him. he wants to make her proud, that he can capture edwin and charles.

esther wastes no time turning him back onto a crow if he fails her. she still has him come back home. he always does.

[lobotomye]

really old cipherler doodles ... Needed to get them out of my system

[postcards]

[angelworthingtoniiil]

I've always lived in the shadow of my father. He's a captain of industry, and had the choice of running the freaking Hellfire Club and turned it down. I'm just a guy with wings. God help me if he ever finds out.

[speciouspessimism]

do you think that gansey ever lost it and refused to leave henrietta to go to one of his mother’s publicity events and later that night found himself calling helen on the phone while throwing up in the monmouth bathroom and and asking her if she’d take him in if he ever failed out of school or got too obsessive or just couldn’t make it and his parents disowned him and she just listened to him cry and said yes of course of course i love you of course? or like not

[wrathofrats]

Seeing blind (you’re too good to be all mine)

Chapter 2, read under the cut or on ao3

(Part 1) (special thanks as always to my cowriter, @divine-misfortune)

2.9k, teen audiences, no warnings apply

Rain wants to apologize, Swiss wants to kiss him, the barn has other plans in store.

Rain avoids Swiss like the plague for a couple days. He can barely leave the house because at least then he can be certain he won’t have to see him. His room is stuffy and confining but at least he can read and try and forget the way Swiss held him or how big his hands were or-

This is bad for him. It’s distracting him, he can’t think of anything else even if he desperately wants to. The characters in his stories suddenly turn into him and Swiss, daily chores come with an image of Swiss standing next to him. He feels like he suddenly developed an illness or something with how bad this dumb crush is.

Rain shoves his meatballs around at dinner. The patterns in his spaghetti and his dumb daydreams much more interesting than whatever his father was rambling about.

“I’m thinking about firing a couple of the hands, works getting slower and I need some fresh workers who haven’t learned how to slack off all the time”

Rains ears perk up. He can’t, he can’t just fire them now after he has to pine 24/7 over one of them. Or maybe it’s for the best, maybe it’ll make him think better. Whatever it is has him speaking before he realizes what he’s saying.

“I think they’re doing fine, it’s cold outside cut them a break. That one worker … Sam? He’s been doing well”

His dad gives a confused chuckle, “Swiss? And how would you know how they’re doing”

“Well I’ve been-“

“Have you been hanging around the hands again? You know what i told you rain. I don’t like you being around them, they’re not good for you.”

Rain shrinks a bit in his seat. He stares down at his dinner because he knows he shouldn’t be. He’s a good son, doesn’t often break the rules and even if this one is stupid there’s a part of him that still feels ashamed.

“I’m not, I’ve been reading outside. The weather’s nice and it gets stuffy, I’ve just been watching in between pages, you deserve to know how your employees act when you’re not around” he scrambles. Rain looks up with a hopeful glint in his eyes that his dad will believe him. His dad looks like he barely buys it, but he sighs. It’s been dropped for the time being at least.

The rest of the meal is pretty quiet besides small talk from his parents about the bruising of some of the plants or whatever they liked to discuss. Rain shoved a couple more bites of spaghetti into his mouth before throw his dish in the sink and heading upstairs for bed.

The window of his loft always had the best light as the sun went down. Not too bright to blind him but just enough that he could sit and read comfortably. It has a great view of the barn and field, nice entertainment whenever he wanted to see what everyone else was up to.

Rain watched the sun fall behind the trees. The barn light was still on. The doors swung open as Swiss popped out to grab another bag sitting outside of it, dragging it inside. He didn’t usually stay this late, almost everyone goes home before sundown.

His heart beats in his chest. He could go down there, he could see him again. Last time they talked he left pretty rudely and honestly rain feels bad about the situation. Swiss deserves an explanation if nothing else.

The blood in his head rushes by his eyes as he closes his book and hops up to put his shoes on. His dad is still awake, theres no doubt about that. And after their conversation at dinner if he found rain sneaking out? He would probably never be allowed to leave the house again.

Rain creeps down the stairs quietly as he can. His father is still watching tv, evident from the changing lights in the living room, and he prays the extra noise will drown him out. Rain doesn’t break rules often, he’s a good kid but something about this boy has him acting unwise. Swiss is alluring, as nice as can be but cocky and too flirtatious for rain to be able to act normally.

As he sneaks through the door and the cool air hits him he realizes he has no real excuse to be out there. Does he just unabashed go up to Swiss and make it obvious he was watching? Or does he try his little act that he has something else to do and Swiss being there was purely a coincidence. Swiss never believes him anyways.

Rain keeps looking back at the house as he walks, scared that his dad really did hear him and is going to bust through their front door to scold him and drag him inside. He looks at the windows, the car, any place his dad could go and see him sneaking out.

Swiss appears in front of him before he can stop himself.

He runs straight into him before he can even finish his worrying. Face first and nearly sends him onto his ass before Swiss is instinctively grabbing his waist trying to keep him upright.

“What are you doing out rainy?” Swiss chuckles, making sure he can stand on two feet before letting go.

Swiss didn’t budge when rain ran into him, sturdy and commanding and fucking grabbed rain by the waist so he wouldn’t fall over. Rain flounders, barely registers that Swiss was even talking.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Just asking what you’re doing out, don’t you have a curfew after dinner tadpole?”

Rain just looks at him as his cheeks heat up. He doesn’t have a good excuse ready.

"Oh just...taking a walk, it gets stuffy in the house ykno-" and it's so obvious it's a lie, it's almost endearing. Rain stumbles back, trying to get more breathing room. The nickname flusters him and the way Swiss has his arms crossed in front of him so he can see how big his arms are even through his sweatshirt.

That stupid smirk doesn’t leave his face either. Swiss is sure he knows why rain is out this late, and honestly this little display is cute. He decides to play dumb, just for fun.

“Oh well if that’s all then I’ll just get back to-“

“No- wait-“

Swiss tips his head to the side and rain is looking back over his shoulder again nervously. They’re just standing out in the open and they really shouldn’t be, but nervous looks adorable on him.

"Thought your daddy didn't want you hanging around with all of us rough folk."

"Maybe he doesn't - I'm an adult though, I can do what I like." Rain crosses his arms in front of him. He sneers at the ground. Part of him is embarrassed because he is an adult, he doesn’t need to be coddled and the fact that everyone else knows what kind of stupid rules he follows makes it that much worse. The other part of him is just angry. Rebellious. He wonders if he would be taking this many risks if he has free reign of his life, or if Swiss is truly just that appealing.

"Oh? You can, can you? So what is it you like then?"

The answer is obvious and Rain could just die, one more look over his shoulder and he's grabbing Swiss by the wrist and pulling him into the barn where at least they won't be seen. The guilt starts to come back. Quick thoughts about wanting to kiss Swiss again melt into a shameful pit because he truly hasn’t explained himself yet.

“Fuck- Swiss I’m sorry about the other night. I never apologized for what happened” rain started. He played with his fingers as Swiss opened the doors to let them inside. “What I did was rude and you didn’t deserve for me to freak out and leave you like that”

Fuck, now he’s babbling. He wants to make it look like he only pulled Swiss in there to apologize and for nothing else after shoving him into the shadows.

“I almost thought you didn’t like it” Swiss admits, just a little bit of his own bashfulness showing through. Rain stumbles a bit at the insinuation that he did enjoy it.

“I didn’t- I mean-“ rain stutters over an excuse for himself. Obviously he enjoyed it, but he can’t seem like he’s that easy. But on the other hand it would be cruel to make Swiss think he really actually didn’t.

“Well if that’s the case then what did you pull me in here for”

“I wanted to apologize asshole” there’s a petulance to his voice that Swiss can’t help but encourage. Continue to poke and prod at his strings until he tells the truth.

“I still have stuff to get done rainy, can’t believe you’re trying to be a bad influence and keep me from my work”

“I’m not”

“Oh what would your dad think, tsk”

It's dark aside from that little bit of the orange light of evening filtering through the slats in the door and the light hits just right in Swiss' eyes, they look like amber and honey and rains heart is pounding - trying to keep his cool, Swiss gets him so tongue tied it’s hard to even keep a conversation.

"He's not going to think anything about it, he doesn't need to know I'm here." Rain takes another look at the crack in the barn door, stepping backwards more into the shadows.

"Ohh we're rebelling are we? Next thing I know you'll be asking for a cigarette and sneaking wine coolers-"

"I'm not a child."

And maybe he imagines it

But he swears Swiss gives him a slow once over. His eyes glancing down and coming straight back up with a cocky smile.

“Yeah but you’re a priss, just the farm princess aren’t you”

And the nickname shouldn’t get to him because it doesn’t mean anything but rain visibly blushes and tightens up when he says it

“I am not, I can be just like the rest of you”

“Prove it then”

Rain gets a little too antsy, a little too irritated, just grabs him by the collar and smashes their lips together

He can feel Swiss grinning, knowing full well he won, and Rain is annoyed but he doesn't care, the only thing in his brain is need him need him need him and it's embarrassing how bad it is. He tries to remember how Swiss did it the first time, not entirely sure what he's doing still, and Swiss could leave him to fumble but he can't pass up the opportunity to take over.

Something about guiding sweet and naive rain is honestly too tempting for him. He lets him awkwardly try and figure it out before correcting him, giving a small there you go, between kisses and Swiss swears he hears a high pitched sound in the back of rains throat.

“Princess likes a little praise?” Swiss chuckles when rain stops to breathe. His pupils are blown wide and he’s still clutching his shirt so he can get too far away from him. He’s adorable, and Swiss can’t tell if he wants to eat him up or absolutely tear him apart.

Swiss. An see whatever gears rain has left in his head turning, trying to decide if he wants to protest against the princess thing or not. Rain gives a quick look or irritation before he fully processes the comment, and just stumbles because how exactly is he supposed to respond to that?

“Tell me what you want rainy and I’ll give it to you”

Rain doesn’t know the answer. It’s an instinctual question and rain can’t help but stare at him wide eyed while Swiss just gives a small chuckle. It almost feels wrong, he’s rushing it and he doesn’t want to scare rain off now that he finally has him.

“That’s ok,” Swiss smiles

“No, come here I want to try this again” rain tugs Swiss’ arm and climbs up the ladder. He thinks he’s got it now, that he can actually kiss Swiss without seeming like a complete idiot. They crawl back into the loft and rain makes Swiss sit exactly where he found him the first time, and it’s so horribly endearing.

“Well?” Swiss asks once rain just looks at him, “what are you waiting for?”

Rain hesitates for a second, swallowing thickly before putting his hand on Swiss’ cheek and moving his face closer to his. There’s an initial pause when Swiss is close enough to feel his breath on his lips, like rain has to think about what to do before he tenderly kisses him. It’s slow, soft at first before rain gains any more confidence in his actions.

There’s no more thought in the process. Simply autopilot as rain can’t think of anything besides how good he tastes and how nice he feels against him. Swiss still tastes like apples, fresh from the orchard and honestly he should tell him to stop stealing the produce but god if it makes him taste like this when they kiss rain doesn’t think he could ever tell him no.

Swiss backs them up to the pile of hay that had been matted down from endless people laying on it. A decent space, better than the old wood floor. Rain lays down easily, still connected to Swiss.

He’s dizzy, the kisses are slow and deep and god it feels like they’ve been doing this for hours but rain simply can’t think straight in a situation like this.

Swiss pulls away from him for a minute just to admire him. Even in the dark his lips are kiss swollen and the prettiest shade of red he’s even seen, accompanied by a blush that says he’s still embarrassed and new to this and god Swiss could stay in this position forever.

“Wait- Swiss what time is it?” Rain sits up after a second, realizing that the sun was already all the way down now.

“Um, probably about 10? Why what’s wrong rainy” Swiss moved to stand up, offering a hand to rain to pull him up beside him. He looked worried, like he was about to panic.

“Shit my dads asleep, I can't go back in now” he says. He starts to pace a little, trying to think of options. His dad always goes to bed at 9 because he had to be ready by 6, and this has never been a problem because rains never snuck out before. It’s too quiet, his dad is a light sleeper and that old door creaks like no one’s business.

“Could you sleep here tonight? Sneak back in once he’s already out in the field?” Swiss asked

“I mean, I could. Probably my only option” rain sighs loudly and plops down back into the hay. It’s a lot less comfortable the second time around, every little piece poking his skin and reminding him that he will have to stay here tonight. His light sweater doesn’t do much to keep him warm either, it’s particularly cold even for this part of the season.

“Hold on, there’s a couple extra blankets that the horses use in the winter, just washed them too” Swiss scrambled down the ladder while rain just sat in his corner. Maybe the night would go fast, he would fall asleep quickly and tomorrow he could lay in his bed as much as he wants to.

Swiss threw a heap of blankets back up into the loft, climbing up beside them.

“Got extra for pillows too, hay in your hair isn’t comfortable, ask me how I know”

Rain smiles, grabbing the pile and picking one out to shove under his head, and another to put over himself. It wasn’t the best makeshift bed but it would do for the couple hours at least.

“Thank you Swiss, you’re too nice. I’ll see you tomorrow”

“What? No silly I’m not leaving you all alone” Swiss says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He places himself right next to rain with the other blankets, covering up and laying down.

“Swiss no, you work tomorrow you don’t have to do this”

“I’m a gentleman after all. Besides there’s all sorta things that go bump in the night like coyotes and what have you, It'd be cruel to leave you all on your lonesome” a part of Swiss feels bad. He’s the one that kept rain out so late. Maybe he is a bad influence on him for keeping him so long.

Swiss pulls rain close to him with his hands clasped in his because they feel so cold Swiss wonders if it’s painful. Besides, Swiss runs hot anyways. He warms him up right in his side with rain using Swiss’ arm more as a pillow than the blanket, nuzzled into his neck with soft exhales against his collar bone.

Rain drifts off soon enough, barely even concerned with the predicament anymore. But Swiss? Swiss can’t sleep a wink. It’s his turn to be plagued by a pretty boy and god he’s got it bad. All he can do is watch him and not move a muscle in fear of disturbing his beauty sleep. Though Swiss is positive he would be beautiful even without it.

Swiss doesn’t want to admit to himself the swell of pride that comes with how fast rain falls asleep in his arms. He leans down to give him a small kiss against his forehead carefully, whispering a soft goodnight before getting content with the fact that he’s not sleeping at all, head dancing with only thoughts of rain.

[nightwingapologist]

What obscure weird stores in the near-abandoned mall I work at that I think the batfamily would work at:

This has been rotting in my brain for weeks now I know this will be meaningless to everyone who isn’t me but here you go anyway!!!

Dick- dick would 1000% work at the bungee jump/trampoline area. I think he’d love watching the little kids do flips and would definitely teach them tricks. Also there’s only every one employee there at a time and I feel like dick is extroverted enough to strike up a conversation with people passing by to pass the time.

Jason- Jason would work at the library without a doubt. He would looove to recommend books to people and get their feedback on his recommendations. From what I can tell, it’s not super busy and I think Jason would appreciate the peace and quiet.

Tim- I think Tim would work at the communal studio space that rents a storefront in the mall. They have all types of equipment from woodworking to sewing and I think Tim would enjoy seeing what he could create.

Damian- Doggie. Daycare. Need I say more??

Steph- Steph would work at the candy store and encourage kids to take multiple free samples. Kid looks sad? Steph’s giving them a whole bag of candy on the house just to cheer them up. Someone rude comes in? She’s giving them a free sample of the nastiest candy they have, just for fun.

Cass- Cass would work at the black light mini golf place that I never see anyone go into. I think that the combination of low lighting and people not paying her much mind would be a good fit.

[sweetlemondream]

sometimes i like to think as i look and man does it hurt

[galaxygermdraws]

So like I don’t usually post rambles about Life Series but does literally anybody care that Skizz hurt Tango in episode 7 or what???

Like. The first time Skizz ever gets Boogey in the entire series and the first person he hurts is one of his own. And not even just that, but it’s specifically Tango. Who he’s hurt accidentally in the past.

In Last Life, he wouldn’t let Tango go red so he could kill Bdubs. Tango wasn’t a priority. The entire team staying together was. As a result, I think Tango lost any trust he had in anyone that season.

And in LimLife, yea Skizz helped kill Tango, but that was something they talked about. It wasn’t a betrayal or ignorance. That was planned.

But this? This wasn’t even an accident. This was. On purpose. And you can’t blame the bloodlust of the curse combines with being red because Skizz has never ever purposefully hurt one of his own, even when his bloodlust was at its peak, aka Third Life. He doesn’t turn on his family. And in his mind he didn’t seem to consider this as turning on Tango. Because his only justification for it was wanting Tango back. “I’m doing this because I want you back”.

And Tango’s response is “I trusted you”. Sure, Skizz doesn’t kill Tango. But he certainly hurt him enough for Tango to respond with “I trusted you”. Implying that trust has been broken.

Now I don’t know if this will lead anywhere in session 8 or not but it feels criminal that literally nobody else seems to be talking about this??? Like. Skizz hurt Tango. Purposefully. For the selfish reason of just wanting him back. Even though there were other non-infected people he could have went after. Even though by session 8 the curse would have been gone and they could have been together. There’s no rule like Last Life where reds are exiled. Skizz could have had Tango back regardless.

But he couldn’t wait I guess. He thinks with his bleeding heart. And all it wanted in that moment was to be with one of his brothers.

Or maybe I’m just insane about Skizz and Tango’s three season relationship and nobody else gets it. 

[rrrrrrrun]

Does anyone love him? 🤔

[marmorafarms]

I'm trying to decide Chilchuck's age by our standards. I've decided 30-35 and here's why:

So half foots become of age at 14, yes? And Chilchuck had his first daughter at 13 I believe. So in our terms, he was a teen dad, but older teens. I believe his daughters are barely over age, so I'm putting Chilchuck at 30 or slightly above.

So he's not quite middle aged (I'd say that's in your 40s) but he's still "older" than the rest! Except for Senshi. They might be around the same age.

[demonstars]

distressed cat (gif version)

[lonestarss]

god do you ever think about how the love was always there for boothill. how despite his loss and despite how he no longer feels alive or human or the bloodshed and rage and revenge the love was always there.

[printeroo]

my favourite trope is krysten ritter and her cute blonde girlfriend

[supergluefumes]

dead plate headcanon prompts

everyone give me a headcanon prompt in my asks and i will promptly respond

ex. "vince's favourite animal" the answer is obviously crows you sweet summer child

vince is judging you:

[cheesecakeislazy]

…. My Jeff the killer posts get the most attention… and getting attention means possible followers to see my other stuff.. but.. I don’t wanna keep writing about Jeff the Killer 😭 W-what if I wanna write about my other fandoms??

Life is hard 😞 (no the fuck it is NOT. Even if you might be at the lowest point in your life! Keep going!!)