#Dil Hang

[dilsdesigns]

that's a weird looking bug

[dandyshucks]

thought about Guz holding a baby and just about passed away. we would never have kids for a few different reasons but he WOULD be really good with babies and kids in general. and also thinking about him holding a baby makes me kind of explode into a billion shards bc that's way too cute to think about HFSDHGJKL

[dilfsisko]

Visiting Saint Lucia would fix me I think

[petewentzisblack1312]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE !!!!!! 🎉🎈I hope 23 is your best year yet and im so glad to know you even if it’s just thru the internet 💙

EMMA!!! thank you!!!! im looking forward to the future! every year brings me closer to leaving saint lucia and starting my life which coincidentally for youuu and all my cool friends in canada means it brings me closer to moving to ontario for school :3

[yourlegacysnotyourstosee]

Late ahh dnp 2024 predictions:

- Valentines Day Heartthrob episode (they love this game so much) with another twist of some kind is the first dapg video of 2024

❌ first video back on the gaming channel is “will you press the button?”

- WDAPTEO 2023 comes out on very last day of January

❌ technically I predicted wdapteo but it wasn’t put out on January 31st

- Playing the next chapter of poppy playtime during spooky week

❌ they played it in February

- Sims episode of Spooky Week following Daliens emo ass

- Bob and Eliza die of old age, Dil befriends the Grim Reaper when he comes to collect their souls

- Dan and Phil Crafts revival video is taken down no more than 24 hours after it’s posted

✅❌1/2 points. Dnpcrafts video did not get deleted, but it was posted

- Dan makes it his mission to do the worst spon breaks ever/sabotage Phil, whose actually trying (like NordVPN)

✅ counting this as a successful prediction after Dans NordVPN fanfiction moment

- Heart Eyes Howell mention

- Phil wears an Extremely Expensive Shirt and everyone freaks out when those blogs that find people’s clothes post the price

- More crazy conspiracies about a wedding/child/pet/honeymoon

✅ these Phagenda theories are getting out of hand guys…

- Phil goes to the ER at least once

✅Good Lord I didn’t think it would be that bad…

- Dab and Evan make a science baby because Phil wants to know how it works

- They both get Hotter

✅BLONDE PHIL IS DOING THINGS TO ME IM SORRY

- They finally rid the Howlters of Drago, only for the game to crash and the progress to be lost. They view it as a sign that Drago cannot be removed from the household or terrible things will happen

- Alluding to a popular Phanfic that they Shouldn’t Know About

✅ok I know they’ve referenced some before now but the visceral reaction I had to Phil saying “lets not mention any sunburn or hamsters.” Made me qualify it here

- They continue to talk about cursed Lore and make fun of old conspiracy theories that get gradually more niche

✅ yeah that’s happening

- One of Daliens high school friends is abducted while they’re hanging out at the Howlter residence

- DITL of Dan and Phil at Pride

❌wishful thinking tbh

- Some kind of house tour that shows little to none of the actual house

❌dnpcrafts came close…

- Less frequent posting on the gaming channel

[aerodynamicentity]

Dalien Howlter has been in my mind and that fuck isn't getting out!!!11!

Here. Headcanons.

He still talks with his bio mum once every month just to check in

His alien form doesn't really have bones so he can hide anywhere. That made hide and seek a very interesting and irritating game

He stole Dil's and Tabitha's emo phase clothes

He thinks he got away with it

He didn't.

Dalien makes fun of Dab's phases and Dab makes fun of Dalien's emo phase

His hyperficsation is biology

He fucking loves it

Pretends to hate how dotting his parents are, but he loves it

He's aroace. At least he's on the spectrum

Hangs out with the weirds and/or quiet kids that don't have friends since he knows how it feels to feel different

Listens to MCR religiously and Tabitha couldn't be more proud

His playlist consists of 2000's and early 2010's emo songs

With the occasional indie-pop song

Doesn't use his alien form often because of how much he has to be outside

For a long time he hated the fact he was different and wasn't biologically both of his parents kid. He tried to dye his hair when he was very young because of how little he looked like the rest of his family. Dil found him crying in the bathroom with badly dyed hair and everything stained.

It took a while, but Dalien calmed down and they talked it out. Dil reassured that they both loved him just as much, that they didn't care that he was an alien or that his human form doesn't look like them.

Dalien still dyed his hair, he told them because he just wanted it black, but something in Dil knew he still hated the fact he looked different.

Hangs out with his club a lot after school (Tabitha makes snacks)

Dab thinks Nuki loves him more, Dil, Tabitha and Dalien know she likes Dalien more

Despises the taste of cheese. He can and will freeze ray it.

He sits on the kitchen counters a lot, as does Dil

Wasn't freaked out with the de-aging of his parents, don't get me wrong it was weird, but not much of surprise since his mum told him about it.

He can float, so he sometime's unconsciously starts floating

[bettyshoweduptotheparty]

Anti Hero Dinner Scene: Grab a glass of wine, Readers ☺

Have you ever wondered where we feature in the Anti-Hero mv? I think everyone has pretty much caught on to the children in the funeral scene representing her fan groups (swifties: Preston and DIL Kimber/ gaylors: Chad) and while they obviously fight over who killed her, they are ultimately both after her money and fame. They're not there because they actually care for her. So, where are the Dear Readers? The fans that actually read her lyrics, those that care for her art and not her boyfriends, and those that stuck with her when the world did not? I think I found them in the dinner scene from the second verse:

Notice how they look like they're having an animated discussion, and they are all drinking red wine from the bottle on the table. The bottle with Taylor's family crest on it.... so, maybe they're discussing her messages from the bottle?

Giant Taylor comes in with another wine bottle (more messages/music) wanting to join the party, but oh no, too big to hang out...

I assume this is a 🏳️‍🌈 group, one because the two women on the right are holding each other’s hand when giant Taylor comes in, and two, because Taylor simply is too big of a celebrity to just casually hang out in queer spaces.

I also think this is specifically her 2019 Lover self, because she’s attacked by the archer, revealing her lavender glitter blood, tries to cover it up with the table cloth (effectively ‘pulling the rug’ from under her own community) scaring all the diners away and they run away just as she sings the line “one day I watch as you’re leaving cause you got tired of my scheming”. She then covers up the lavender blood with the political activism pin but it still seeps out from underneath it.

Thank you to the lovely people who helped me identify the painting next to Taylor’s head in this scene, it’s a painting called ‘I’m not the Man I was’, which in itself is interesting considering she called herself The Man in this very album. I did a bit of research and the artist David Fruchter is an ex naval officer who was discharged from the Navy and imprisoned for drug distribution. So, perhaps a nod to being an outcast and bringing dishonour to your community in the context of this scene.

Anyway, that's my take in the Anti Hero dinner scene, let me know your thoughts.

[aashiqeddiediaz]

abhi na jao chhod kar...ke dil abhi bhara nahi...

(for @oneawkwardcookie hehe)

[Image ID: seven gifs, colored in various tones of dark green, black and white, of Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz from 911. Overlaid in cursive text are lyrics from "Abhi Na Jao Chhod Kar". The translation is in smaller block letters at the bottom-center of the gif.

GIF 1: Eddie wiping a tear from his face in 6.11, overlaid with Buck and Christopher from 3.10 as they decorate gingerbread houses. The text reads, "abhi na jao chhod kar" and the translation reads, "please don't leave me and go."

GIF 2: Buck dipping his head as he lets out a sob in 4.14, blended with Eddie kissing Christopher's cheek while Buck looks on in 3.10. The text reads, "ke dil abhi bhara nahi" and the translation reads, "my heart hasn't had its fill of you yet."

GIF 3: a black and white gif of Eddie and Buck facing each other after Eddie's shot in 4.14, accented by slightly displaced green. The text reads, "jo khatam ho kisi jagah" and the translation, outlined by a green box, reads, "that which comes to an end somewhere."

GIF 4: a green gif of Buck and Eddie hugging in 2.18, Buck grinning widely as he congratulates Eddie. The text reads, "yeh aisa silsila nahi" and the translation reads, "this isn't that story."

GIF 5: a black and white gif of Buck tearing at the ground in 3.15, frantically looking around himself for something to help dig Eddie out of the mud. In big block letters, the lyric reads, "Abhi nahi". In smaller block letters reads the translation, "not yet." The translation is repeated twice more in increasingly smaller, more transparent increments.

GIF 6: a black and white gif of Eddie trying to pull Buck up towards himself in 6.10, his face straining with the effort. In big block letters, the lyric reads, "Abhi nahi". In smaller block letters reads the translation, "not yet." The translation is repeated twice more in increasingly smaller, more transparent increments.

GIF 7: Four gifs in alternating grayscale and green color; Buck realizing Eddie cut his line in 3.15, Buck's cheek pressed to the concrete as he watches Eddie bleed out in 4.14, Eddie grasping the line to help Buck lift the tank off of Sal in 4.05, Eddie's expression falling slack as he realizes where Buck is hanging in 6.10. The word "nahi" repeats at four various places on each gif, with a line connecting each word to the translation, which reads, "Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet."

/end ID]

[itsjaywalkers]

omg laurie!! prompt game!!!!!! can i get 93: “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore" ? pretty plssss ily

hi dil my darling <333 and of course you can!! anything for u and ur delicious brain!! i kinda went overboard with this one too, and it's . very messy bc i wrote half of it drunk but . i hope u enjoy it anyway <3

93. "I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore."

Regulus splashes some water on his face, careful not to ruin the very light makeup Pandora put on him. It’s barely noticeable, really, but he thinks it looks nice, taking some of his paleness away and making him look more alive. Almost like he’s glowing.

He didn’t like it much, at first. Pandora had been true to her word and hadn’t done anything too drastic, but Regulus could still tell the difference. His face wasn’t his face, and he hadn't been able to look his reflection in the eye for more than a handful of seconds.

After a few drinks, though, his perspective has shifted a little. He had caught sight of his face on the glass doors that give way to Sirius’ balcony about an hour ago, and his first thought had been ‘pretty’. It might have been the alcohol talking, or the fact that the room had begun to spin slightly.

Regulus refused to believe that it had something to do with the heavy gaze he could feel from the other side of the room. The eyes following every single one of his movements with such intensity it had felt like a touch.

He closes his eyes tight. No, he isn’t gonna go down that path. Regulus has learnt his lesson, and it had brought him nothing before. Except shame, except disappointment.

Heartbreak.

He’s done with that shit. Regulus has come to the party to see his brother, now that they’re trying to spend more time together, and to have fun with his friends. There’s this one really sweet guy at work who he’s been talking to more than usual and agreed to hang out with, and he’s recently moved to a flat all on his own. It’s small, but cute, and more than enough for him. And more importantly, it’s his.

Things are finally looking up, and there’s no place for warm brown skin and dimpled smiles. Not unless it’s from afar, a safe and respectable distance that doesn’t put any ridiculous ideas in Regulus’ brain. Hope has never done him any favours, and he’s had enough of—

A knock on the door pulls him out of his daze and makes him jump a little.

Regulus blinks at his reflection, eyes sliding to the door he can see right behind him. His mouth parts in a tiny sigh.

“Just a moment,” he exclaims, drying his hands as fast as possible.

There’s a pause.

And then.

“Regulus.”

He freezes up on the spot, hands still holding the towel and shoulders going stiff. Regulus can hear his own heart rumbling inside his mind, the breath he was about to take completely stuck in his throat.

There’s no way. He must have heard wrong. He must have mistaken the voice, even though it’s one he's sure he knows like the palm of his hand.

It’s probably his brother, who’s worried about how long he’s been gone. Or Pandora. Maybe even Barty, trying to get him to dance once again, or simply looking for some company, if he and Evan have gotten into a fight. Again.

“Regulus, c’mon,” the voice speaks up again, sounding even clearer now. “I know you’re in there. Can you open up, please?”

A wave of nausea assaults his body, and Regulus grips the sink, not knowing if the sudden sickness is due to an excess of alcohol or to the person insistently knocking on the door.

There's no way. There's no way.

He glances at his reflection once again, not surprised to find a look of absolute horror twisting his face.

"Regulus, please."

Fuck. This might be his worst nightmare.

He takes a deep breath and finally pushes away from the mirror, taking step after step towards the door. Surprisingly, he barely hesitates, only stopping for a couple of seconds before he grabs the handle and opens wide, schooling his expression into something he hopes looks neutral. Indifferent.

James Potter stands in front of him in all his glory. He's wearing a short-sleeved shirt with the tackiest print Regulus has ever seen in his life, but the fact that it's unbuttoned to almost his navel distracts from this fact, and forces people to focus on hard muscle and brown skin. His baggy jeans wrap around his thighs in a way that should be illegal, and his shoes, despite being old and battered, manage to look charming.

He can't even turn his nose up at them. After so many years, Regulus is nearly as attached to James' red converse as the other man must be.

"Sorry, I was just leaving," Regulus begins, stuttering a little over his words. "You can—"

James is pushing in and closing the door behind him before Regulus has the chance to finish. There's the tell-tale click of the lock, and he gulps, taking a nervous step back as his eyes search James' face. He's unable to read the other boy, too many emotions flunctuating in his expression, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

"What are you—?" Regulus attempts to ask, after a beat of silence, the quiet feeling heavy and suffocating.

"I'm sorry, I just—" James cuts him off, a bit breathless. "I saw you get in here, and I couldn't help myself. I wanted—I needed to talk to you."

Regulus squirms, retreating even further, until the small of his back touches the sink and he leans into it.

"Okay," he mumbles, feigning an indifference he's never felt around James. "What is it?"

James' jaw clenches and unclenches so many times Regulus loses count after the fifth.

"It's just—I'm not—" the other man tries, leaving sentence after sentence hanging. He pauses, pinches the bridge of his nose, exhales softly. "You look good."

Now, this definitely isn't how Regulus expected the conversation to go.

"What?" he wheezes out, happy that the sink is sturdy enough to support his weight. He's sure he'd be on the floor otherwise.

The corners of James' mouth twitch, and Regulus gulps. There's still a certain air of restlessness in the line of his shoulders, but his features seem to have relaxed considerably, after noticing Regulus' flustered state.

Arrogant prick.

"You look good," James repeats, less tentative. "Really good, in fact. I don't think I've ever seen that shirt before. Is it Sirius'?"

"Dorcas'," Regulus corrects absentmindedly, pinching his hip distractedly, certain that he must be hallucinating.

James rarely gives him the time of day, unless he's hanging out with Sirius. This might be the longest they've spoken in all month.

Seriously, what the actual fuck is happening right now?

"Ah." James nods, taking another step forward and reaching out. Regulus tries to retreat, again, but there's nowhere to go, so he ends up attempting to merge into the sink. It does nothing, though, and James is tugging at the hem of the mesh top a second later. "I'll have to thank her, then. It really suits you."

"James, what do you want?"

The other man tilts his head, fingers still caressing the garment, eyes flicking up and down Regulus' torso and making him repress a shudder. He must not do a good job, however, because James' face is splitted into a grin when he raises his head and their gazes meet.

"Are you—" James starts, blinking furiously. They're so close, Regulus catches the exact moment his pupils dillate. "Is that makeup?"

Regulus flushes a vibrant red and looks away, fingers digging painfully into the marble of the sink.

"A little," he admits, hating how small he sounds. "Dora convinced me to put some before we left."

"Fuck," James murmurs, a bit awed. "It's so pretty. You're so—"

"James," Regulus interrupts him harshly. It's one thing to hear a compliment about his clothes, or the soft eyeshadow Pandora put on him, and another to hear James—Yeah, no. He wouldn't be able to take it. "Seriously, what do you want?"

The other man finally lets go of the top and leans impossibly nearer, caging Regulus in between his arms. James' hands rest so close to Regulus' on the sink he can feel their warmth.

"Have you heard of personal space?" Regulus asks, tone too high-pitched for his tastes. He has his eyes fixed on the closed door, heart rattling against his ribcage.

Surprisingly, James mumbles an apology and leans back slightly. He's still absurdidly close, but Regulus can breathe better now.

There's a beat of silence. Regulus thinks he's about to jump out of his skin.

"You said you wanted to talk," he reminds the other man, shifting under the scrutiny. "So, talk."

"I know, I just—I'm not sure about where to start, or how to explain this, I—" James huffs loudly, wrinkles appearing on his forehead. "I shouldn't even be here in the first place, but I—I couldn't help myself. I've been behaving, I swear I have, but you—you look so fucking gorgeous, and you kept laughing with Crouch, and I—"

Regulus raises a hand, halting James' rambling, the dizziness so strong he's about ready to keel over.

"Wait," he gasps, chest heaving. "Wait. I don't understand. What is—What are you saying right now?"

James smiles, fond, and he chuckles softly. "I think you know."

"No." Regulus shakes his head slowly, not sure if he wants to laugh, or cry, or even scream. "You can't—no. You don't know what you're doing right now. You're probably drunk—"

"I've only had a couple of beers."

"Then I'm drunk."

James laughs openly at this, loud and unrestrained, and Regulus bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from beaming at the other man.

"C'mon, I've been watching you nurse the same drink for the last couple of hours. And I wouldn't have approached you otherwise, I'm not that kind of—" James trails off, and when the silence extends for a few seconds too long, Regulus dares to take a little peek.

What he sees almost kills him.

James' gaze is zeroed on Regulus' mouth, pupils so wide you can barely notice the iris. His own lips are slightly parted, and the air seems to be caught in his throat.

Regulus swallows harshly.

"James," he whispers. He thinks it might be a plead.

The other man exhales shakily, but he doesn't snap out of the trance he seems to have fallen in. Not completely.

"Such a terrible habit," James murmurs, almost to himself. "You do it all the damn time, did you know? When you're nervous, when you're thinking hard. When you don't want to let others see you smile. I wish you'd stop. I wish you'd stop, because I'm not supposed to—"

James doesn't even bother finishing talking. One of his hands leaves the sink and hovers a few centimetres away from Regulus' cheek, as if waiting for permission. A shiver runs down his spine, but Regulus doesn't say anything, eyes running away from the other man's and body completely still.

After a moment, James' hand settles on the side of his jaw.

He's warm, he's so fucking warm, and Regulus represses a very embarrassing noise at the last moment, the sound already in the tip of his tongue. He isn't quick enough, however, to stop himself from leaning against the contact.

"You're bound to end up drawing blood at this rate," James continues, sounding a bit odd, like he's out of it. "You ought to be more careful."

Regulus has so many questions. James has never glanced his way twice, least of all in this way. The way that used to be reserved for Lily Evans during the first few years of school, the way that it's now usually directed at whatever person James fancies at the moment, or at whatever stranger he's trying to get in his bed.

James isn't interested in Regulus. Never has been, and with Regulus' luck, never will be. He's just Sirius' little brother. Or at least, that's all he's always been to James.

The other man used to tease him sometimes, about his very obvious childhood crush. It made Regulus blush, both in anger and shame, and yell insult after insult at James' smirking face.

But then Regulus grew up, he made his own friends and stopped spending so much time with his older brother and his mates. He learnt how to hide his crush a lot better, promised Sirius he had gotten over it, and moved on with his life. It had helped, that James had begun to keep his distance, and that he seemed to find Regulus so fucking irrelevant they barely exchanged a couple of cordial words whenever they saw each other.

He has no idea of what's changed. Why James has suddenly decided he wants Regulus now.

Because he wants Regulus. There's no mistaking that hunger in his eyes. That need.

He's sure it's reflected in his own expression.

Regulus opens his mouth slightly, unsure of what he wants to say, of which of his dozens of questions he'd like to ask, when James' thumb slides over his lower lip.

He can't stop himself this time. Regulus lets out a quiet whimper, and James smiles lazily at him, still transfixed with Regulus' mouth. He follows the shape of his lip slowly and with care, the touch feather-light but very much there.

What he does next, Regulus can only blame on the alcohol, on the haze he can feel clouding his mind. He parts his mouth wider and tilts his head forward, until James' thumb slips inside and he can trap it between his teeth.

James hums, pressing even deeper, until the pad of his thumb is rubbing against Regulus' tongue, the message clear. Any remnants of sanity fly out the window after that, and Regulus doesn't even doubt for a single second before he's sucking the finger into his mouth.

He laps at the skin, teases at it with the edge of his teeth, and even hollows his cheeks slightly as he bobs his head, putting on a goddamn show for James. James, who sways forwards, as if possessed, until his mouth is nearly pressed to the back of his slick thumb, practically breathing into Regulus' lips.

James glues their bodies together, and Regulus moans softly at the feeling of the other man's half-hard cock pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck," James pants, eye fluttering shut momentarily. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I promised I wouldn't but—shit, I tried, but I just can't stay away from you anymore."

Regulus makes an inquisitive noise, not understanding what James is saying, what he's referring to, too lost on the weight on his mouth and the taste of James' skin on his tongue. But the other man simply shakes his head, pressing a heated kiss on his jaw, and suddenly there isn't any confusion inside Regulus' mind, just a pleasing and calming static.

"Fuck, Reg, baby, can I—can I just—" James wonders aloud, in a rush, breathing gone all wrong and erratic.

Regulus is nodding before his brain even has the chance to send the order, rubbing his own erection against James' and eliciting a pained groan.

A moment later, James is taking the thumb out of his greedy mouth and exchanging it for his tongue, licking behind Regulus' teeth like a man starved.

Regulus can't do anything else but take it, tangling their tongues together and allowing James to explore, to fucking devour him in what is more an attempt at consumption than an actual kiss.

They move against each other, unable to find a proper rhythm on their desperation, open mouths taking taking taking. Regulus buries his hands on messy strands and pulls, and James takes a hold of his ass, groping and kneading and dragging more obscene noises out of him. He pushes and urges him and—

"James, babe? You okay in there?"

The other man doesn't stop, he doesn't even falter; in fact, Regulus isn't even sure he heard it.

Regulus, though. He stiffens. He goes completely rigid, because he knows that voice. He knows the girl it belongs to.

It takes James a little to catch up, to realise Regulus isn't reciprocating anymore, but when he does, he pulls away, a frown twisting his features and gentle hands prodding at Regulus. He's so careful, even now, but what had made Regulus melt before, now only manages to make him sick.

"What's wrong?" James questions softly, and oh, the audacity is almost enough to make him laugh.

"I'm afraid you're needed elsewhere," Regulus tells him, somehow being able to sound even, instead of wrecked.

James looks confused for a painful moment, and then it seems to dawn on him. He has the decency to look guilty, at least.

"Listen, Reg, I—"

"You told me, weeks ago, that it was over. That you two had broken up for good."

"And it is! We are!" James insists, but deflates the moment Regulus glares pointedly at him. "Well, I mean, not exactly, but it's not—it's just very complicated—"

This time, Regulus does laugh. "Oh, I bet it is. But it's okay, James, you can save it. I don't want your fucking excuses. I want you to get out, and leave me alone."

James looks nothing short of devastated at this, and Regulus pretends the sight doesn't completely break his heart.

Good. Now you know how it feels.

"Regulus—"

James reaches out again, wanting to touch, but Regulus flinches, and his hand falls back at his side, the hurt on his expression almost unbearable.

"Get the fuck out," Regulus spits, eyes cold and filled with what he hopes looks like hatred.

James glances pleadingly at him, but Regulus doesn't give in, refuses to give in, and after a tense moment, he lowers his head and turns around, exiting the toilet.

Regulus is just glad he's able to hold his ground until the door closes once more. He can't think of anything worse than James seeing him break down.

[dip-and-pip-chaos]

*Watching the new Sims video*

D&P: I think this is the first time one of Sims has actually died

*Me thinking: Hang on, surely there was that one episode like a couple years ago when they made Dil and Tabatha vampires?

*Checks their Sims playlist*

*Sees said episode was uploaded 6 years ago*

*Me: 😭

[xanadontit]

I’m home!

Insane Owner was kind of upset no one other than her son and DIL are staying longer. Our controller left late last night and two of us left early this morning.

“I understand why he has to go home early. His wife wants him home to see the kids. Why do you need to leave?”

I totally forgot that people without kids have no lives, loved ones, plans, or maybe just don’t want to hang out with their boss on a weekend.

Seriously so sick of this shit.

[etfrin]

ᴍᴀᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴜʟᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ — ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴏᴡ ♡

☆　ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: SFW | Coriolanus Snow

☆　ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: young! Coriolanus Snow x desi! fem! Reader

☆　ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Coryo and reader dance for a Holud!

☆　ᴀ/ɴ: hope y'all like this!

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“yaara raaj yeh usne hai mujh par khola

ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main

usko pasand karta hai maula

mera dil yahi bola, mera dil yahi bola”

— music ends, the sound from the speaker fading.

Coriolanus looks at you, “The ending was beautiful. What did she say?”

You replied to him, trying your best to translate the song, “My heart told me that, my heart told me that oh my friend he has opened, told me a hidden secret, that whose heart is full of love. God only loves that person.”

You tried to make him understand the song better. How it's about love, and the guy is so in love that he's mesmerized by every one of her actions, and his heart is filled with passion and love. Coriolanus nods, trying his best to understand.

“And you want you and I to dance to this in the Holud ceremony?” He asked, his doe eyes wide.

You hold his hand, your eyes turning puppy-like to convince him. “Please Coryo! All of my cousins have two left feet! And my parents already like you so they won't bombard me with questions! Please!”

“Dove, I have never danced,” he begins to state, “Especially for such an important event!”

“Come on, Coryo!” You whine, “Don't make me ask Sejanus!”

Coriolanus knew it was a tactic, it was blatantly obvious that he always tried to one-up Sejanus when it came to everything. He didn't count on the fact that you would use it to your advantage. You pull this card every time and… he gives in every single time.

He gritted his jaw and muttered, “Fine. Don't go to Plinth.”

And you smile at him, so pretty and bright, like the moon, like the sun. There's no comparison, you were both to him. His night and day. His beginning and end. His future and his past.

“Thank you, Coryo!”

Then the practice began. You rent out a dancing studio for a few days before the Holud ceremony. Your other cousins practice their choreographies. You had decided that you'd dance a duo with Coriolanus only. He liked the idea that it was the two of you in the performance. It made it feel intimate.

He tried to follow the simple steps, dancing to the beat of the six-minute-long song. But it was often that he was too fast, his step too quick, losing the coordination both of you had. The dancing style wasn't familiar to him, more similar to your culture than his. So, you couldn't even be annoyed at him, despite the obvious pout your lips formed every time he messed up again.

In the end, he wondered if Sejanus Plinth would have been a better choice. Surely, something as unnecessary as dancing is done in the districts often. The thought that Sejanus might have been a good fit for this and not him, made Coryo work twice as hard however he failed.

It wasn't for him. But you were determined so you decided that the first five minutes would be your solo and then when the part of the female comes on, he will sweep in like a prince. Take you in his arms, and waltz-like you both were royalty in love. That would work.

And it did work. You did your solo choreography perfectly and the same with Coriolanus now finally getting the hang of it all.

The day of the Holud came. You are on stage, in your white lehenga. You were a swan, dancing so beautifully that he nearly missed his cue to jump in. Muscle memory drags him on stage, his arm around your waist. The puzzle fits in place as the song continues and everyone watches.

“yaara raaj yeh usne hai mujh par khola

ki hai ishq mohabbat, jiske dil main

usko pasand karta hai maula

Mera dil yahi bola, mera dil yahi bola”

He knew the song had come near the end. Coriolanus forgot that you two weren't alone in this magical moment. That most of the elitists that were invited tonight had eyes on you both. It doesn't deter Snow from his next actions.

He leans in. You don't pull back. He catches your lips with him with the softest kiss. He enjoys the collective gasp of everyone in the crowd. He claimed you as his in front of the Capitol.

The next wedding that will be held will be yours and his.

He doesn't mind that one bit ♡

[garbinge]

Charming Life (7/?)

Opie Winston x Teller!SisterOC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller Jax Teller & OC Joanne Teller 30 Day Fic Challenge (18/30)

Chapter Index 

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Siblings fighting again, light angst, but other than that mostly fluffy.

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics @chloe-skywalker @kmc1989

“Hey.” Opie’s voice caused Jo to turn around, almost knocking over her salon chair. 

“Hey.” She laughed and steadied herself. 

“You alright?” He frowned, taking a step closer to her. “Yea, sorry just a weird day.” 

“Micky?” Opie frowned and asked. 

“No, why? What do you know?�� The girl got nervous, quick. 

“Nothin’, no. Just see you get like this when it’s gotta do with that piece of shit.” 

“For once my problems have nothing to do with him.” She laughed and ran her hands through her hair again. 

Opie frowned looking for an answer from her and she just shook her head. “Jax and I got into it, feel like we haven’t fought like that since we were teenagers and I was yelling at him to turn his music down or he was pushing me down the stairs to get the passenger seat the rare times Gemma took us to school. This was bad, Ope. He said some awful shit.” 

“I remember way worse fights than that.” Opie laughed and wrapped his arm around Jo as he recalled the fight he witnessed first hand. “Think he asked you what it’s like to be so perfect and it snowballed from there.” 

“I pushed him in Gemma’s azaleas, she still hasn’t forgiven me for that.” Her head was pressed against Opie’s chest. 

“He’ll come around.” He was now rubbing her back with his arm. “How you holding up about Luanne?” 

“I’m fine, more worried about my mom. She asked to watch Dil today, think she’s trying to break the cloud around her.” Jo spoke still soaking in every minute of this embrace with Opie. 

“You off work?” Opie asked, hoping it meant he could spend some time with Jo. 

“No, I have a 4:30 client. Who always shows up late and wants a full head of highlights, shit take’s forever.” She sighed. “What’re you doing tonight?” She peeled away from his chest to look up at him. “Want to hang then? I can pick the kids up and have ‘em sleep at my place. We could watch a movie.” She shrugged. 

Opie sighed and dipped his head. “I’ve got club shit tonight. Don’t worry about the kids, Bobby’s sister is watching them.” 

Jo looked up and raised her eyebrows. “You’d be better having Bobby himself watch them.” She teased. “I’ll pick them up, they can stay at my place. Dil loves having them around, I think she breaks them out of their shell.” 

“She does, Ellie was mumbling that song Dillon is always singing around the club the other day. I’m lucky to get her to say more than 5 words a day.” Opie laughed. 

“See. I’ll pick ‘em up after this client. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jo leaned up and placed a quick kiss to Opie’s lips. It was still an unsure thing, the two hadn’t really discussed anything, which was typical, but one thing that was certain without words was something shifted with them. 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” Opie caught Jo’s head before she pulled away too far. 

“I really hope that’s true.” She closed her eyes and before another word could come from her mouth, another kiss was being placed on her lips, this one more passionate than the one she left on Opie, this one he was holding her close like taking any time away from doing exactly this would paralyze him, but his touch was light and tender on her so as not to make her uncomfortable. The kiss was long, and Jo practically melted into him again. She felt the butterflies in her stomach full force, still almost a dream to her that this was her reality. 

_____

As Jo pulled into TM the next morning, she saw Gemma walking from the office to her car. 

“Hey!” She called to her mother before stepping out of the car. Gemma turned and frowned. 

“What’re you doing here so early?” 

“Wanted to check in on you, plus I’m meeting Opie, going to grab breakfast with everyone.” She pointed to her backseat which had all 3 kids. 

Gemma smirked and thought to ask more questions but held off. “I’m headed to give Wayne a ride. Just needed to drop off some paperwork I brought home last night.” 

“How you holding up?” Jo genuinely asked her mother. 

“I’m fine.” She answered quickly and clearly lying straight through her teeth. 

“Here if you need anything.” Joanne spoke just as the rumbles of motorcycles began to sound from down the street. 

“Looks like your breakfast date awaits you.” Gemma’s eyebrows raised and she smiled again before peering into the car to see the kids. 

Jax and Opie pulled up. Opie offered a quick wave as he moved to debrief with the rest of the guys, leaving Jax by himself. Jo would have easily ignored her younger brother if it wasn’t for Dillon undoing her belt and opening the car door to run towards him. 

“Uncle Jax!” She called out as she ran faster than Jo’s head could wrap around what she was doing. 

Without a second guess, Jax was kneeling to the ground to pick the girl up, all smiles on his face. “What’s up Dillybear.” She was now settled in his arms. “Going to breakfast, I’m going to get waffles, french toast, bacon, sausage, maybe hashbrowns,” she started listing off every breakfast food there was before catching her mother’s eyes and frowned. “and a cup of fruit yogurt because mom makes me.” 

“Yea mom can be annoying, can’t she.” Jax said knowing Jo was in full earshot to hear it. 

“So annoying, I hate the yogurt cup.” She crossed her arms and pouted. 

“Dillon, c’mon get back in the car, we’re gonna head out soon.” Jo’s voice was stern. 

“Do I have to eat the yogurt cup.” She tried to negotiate, a tactic she probably picked up from Gemma. 

“Yes, but if you eat the yogurt cup you’ll get chocolate chips in your pancakes.” 

“Deal.” The little girl was squirming out of Jax’s arms and running back to the car. 

“I don’t appreciate you negating me to my kid.” 

“It wasn’t a big deal, relax.” Jax laughed it off, annoyed himself. 

“Nothing’s a big deal to you because you don’t have to deal with it, it’s Jax’s world and we’re all just living in it.” 

“You really want to start this right now?” Jax looked like he was eager to fight with her. 

“I didn’t start shit, Jax. You started this by keeping that shit to yourself.” She pointed at him, it took everything in her not to step up and let her finger lay into him. 

“Can you just trust that I’m going to fix shit?” 

“You can’t seem to trust me, why should I trust you?” She pinned it back on him. 

“Call me when you grow up.” Jax was walking past the girl, shaking his head. 

“Jax!” Jo turned and it caught everyone’s attention but that didn’t bother her at all. “Call me when you actually want to be a brother!” 

It wasn’t a monumental diss, but it sure did get her point across. 

____

Breakfast was silent besides the kids murmuring and giggling to each other. It really was true, the three of them really brought out each other's personalities. While Kenny and Ellie became more vocal and out of their shell, they showed Dillon that she didn’t always have to be into the adult conversations. It was something that came with being an only child, she’d find herself in the mix of the adults, but now she had kids around her age more frequently to keep her occupied from that. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Opie casually brought up the tension as he picked at his plate. 

“No.” Jo was aggressively stabbing her pancakes. 

“Can I have your bacon?” Dillon was peering over at Opie’s plate. He let out a chuckle and looked to Jo for her permission to which she nodded. 

“Here, each of you get a piece.” He handed each kid one. 

“See you just have to ask, they normally say yes.” Dillon thought she was whispering perfectly but it just earned her another chuckle from Opie. 

“I’m so full.” He leaned back in his chair and looked at the kids. Dillon was so quick to copy him by leaning back as well and rubbing her belly.

“Ahhh, me too.” 

“You’re a funny kid, you know that, Dill.” Opie was smiling looking down at her. 

“Can we get pancakes every Sunday.” Kenny was leaning forward on the table, while his feet dangled. 

“If the schedule allows it, I don’t see why not.” Opie said with a shrug. 

“No, like all of us.” Ellie spoke up, still a shy voice, but learning to break out of it. 

This made Jo look up and she saw that the girl was looking between her and Dillon. 

“Yea, Ellie girl, I’d like that a lot.”

[sideeffectsofhavingnolife]

IPKKND S:1 EP-6

I swear to God! There's some supernatural power at play that keeps me from being consistent with anything in my life.

Why is it that everytime I try to be productive, life springs me ten miles backwards.

But No Worries, We are back on track to watch the sixth episode of Iss pyaar ko kya naam doon.

"Hum jaa rahe hai" She is so cute.

Oh my god! Bua ji is tagging along. I must have missed that in the last episode. This is just as bad as it sounds.

"Bina dil ki dilli, Maachis ki tilli" Ayo! I live in Delhi. But I also kinda do lack a heart at times. So maybe that's true.

But does the tailer dude has to rhyme, 'cause maachis ki tilli' doesn't add anything to this.

Yes boy! stand up for us delhites.

"Un gundo ko aapse bachaya tha"Oh he is so sweet.

"Pehle hi darshan ho gaye... devi maiyaa ke." I like him.

Take your chance, boy. Let her know that you two are going to be sharing the city.

This is unnecessarily emotional.

That traffic ain't nothing, girl. You should see it now.

I don't like Bua ji but she is right! That's how you gotta cross the road here.

But take them with you, why would you leave them behind! The Bua keeps getting worse.

They just sat in a rikshaw without telling him their destination OR negotiating the price. Is an auto supposed to be a new concept?

"Humare auto me to teen ka hi permit hai, mata ji!" Even the rikshaw waala is roasting her.

Ughh, Stop staring at women and focus on the road. I hate how this is being shown in a playful light because this is so common it's not even taken seriously anymore.

So they are going to Laxmi nagar, close to my home just that it was 12 years ago.

Lovely! Throw some more bags at him.

Lol! He just flew Bua ji with him.

No way! She just had a whole fucking moment with that man.

And she has the audacity to accuse Khushi of being immodest.

Does she know him? Probably not.

Why does she have a home here?

"Kaam se dosti aur khud se dushmani" What a fucking line to define workaholics.

My girl is literally fucking with a plug switch to turn on the fan. Don't be that dumb Khushi.

I relate to clumsy Khushi though.

Wow! That really triggered Bua Ji. Accept it Bua ji you were thirsting after that man.

"Uske sage baap ka call hai" Why is she so despicable?

Are we always going to have sulky mother. Will she ever come around?

'Pardes'? She just went to another city. Everyone is so overdramatic.

But if I was stuck with Bua ji, I would be crying rivers as well.

or just straight up...

The spider webs? how long has it been? Was it left unattended for 20 years or so.

The bed looks okay though. I would just go to sleep without cleaning anything.

Where did they get these golden stars hangings from? did they visit Arnav's ad shoot as well.

Yess! Die bitch, Die on dust and pollution. That would make me soo happy.

She's got asthma, God is fair.

Lol! She just dropped dead on the bed. Way to go!

My girl stole a scooter, she's already a thief. God knows! what would Delhi make of her?

Hard luck Arnav, wo ladki tumhe chhod ke nahi jaane waali.

Noo! Why is she fine? I want her to be gone!

Stop driving in the opposite direction. That's not a new rule either.

And she banged up his car! Nice! He is totally gonna ask her to pay for it or something.

A little bit of "Aap", a little bit of "Tum" that's all we want.

To the next episode we go!!!

[butterfrogmantis]

Precontext this is sort of a replacement for my original Kheprii & Diligent dynamic because as much fun as that was it was based off a dream and in my actual au it doesn't really work properly due to in-universe stuff so like it was fun and all but it's more or less retconned now maybe they still had the epic fight and maybe they still had a lil' something but then Kheprii returns to her assigned post and yadda yadda mostly just a fun au rather than being part of the actual Butterverse ya know

SmurfIvy was the head animal handler for the lead Grove scout team. Not just dragonflies, but equipped with a varied knowledge of other mounts for the grove. This is perhaps how she met her wife, SmurfBuddleia. The head of the farming committee and lover of animals herself, bubbly, buff Bud was the perfect match. Their baby did come with some complications – an infant infection needed a lifesaving amputation of her left arm as a child but after that it was a smooth recovery and the family were happy. Until they weren’t.

That night happened. The night SmurfStorm crashed into the grove, panicked and shaking, desperately seeking out the baby she knew had just been orphaned. Stormy’s team of 7 had been reduced to 1 in a freak accident involving a scouting party gone wrong. An unknown human wizard had captured the other 6 members of the scout party to turn to gold. Amongst these were the married couple SmurfTiger and SmurfPoppy, who had recently had a stork delivery, and SmurfIvy, whose wife and young daughter were at home. Whilst SmurfStorm was desperately seeking the orphaned baby (later Quixotic) it was SmurfLily who came to Bud with the bad news.

I mean. There’s other ng that are country kids. Mari simply has a country accent, Wrangler gets involved with a cowboy lifestyle, Sower is a textbook farmer’s daughter and even child Diligent could lay down a banjo himself, but Fuchsia was the grove equivalent. Banjo skills to rival Diligent even with a prosthetic arm - but with a voice that didn’t quite match up, Fuchsia dove hard into the honky-tonk ways of her mother Buddleia for the first few years of her life and was darn-tootin’ proud of it too. Unfortunately it wasn’t always viewed so well by the other grove kids, and Fuchsia started to resent it later on.

Buddleia and Farmer are pretty good friends even if they don’t see each other often, them’s farmin’ folk stick together. The kids? Less so. Fuchsia insists her farm in the grove is much cooler than Dil’s and they have a lot more workers and more animals so why does only Diligent’s tall dad work the village farm … also his little sister is sorta weird looking no offence Fuchsia just doesn’t really hang around babies much they’re too squirmy and gross and actuallly boys are gross too what's she even doing here.

Fuchsia is one of the oldest NG, coming just under Lapidary in the official pipeline list of deliveries (for important ng – truth is there’s a lot more than my ocs wandering around but I don’t have time to dedicate 100+ ocs) Fuchsia very much grows up in the grove but she starts to turn away from her farming life in her preteens. She becomes embarrassed of her mother’s extroverted and simple ways and ends up in a rebellious phase of wanting to be looked up too, starting to look more towards the kind of person her other mother was and resentful she barely remembers her. Fuchsia starts working to become a major athlete – allstar trackstar, rock climber, swimmer, martial artist – she’s got the attitude to match the muscles and a mean fightin’ side to her. She’s not necessarily mean herself but VERY quick tempered and arguably as bad as Tuffy for instigating fisticuffs.

Fuchsia returns to Smurf Village for the first time in years to see her friend Foxglove and wow this place has hardly changed a bit since she was a kid and HOLY SHIT IS THAT THE FARM BOY SHE USED TO KNOW? He’s …… actually super buff wow. Fuchsia joins the Diligent simp club (get in line).

Butttt unlike the majority of the simp club Fuchsia will flat out refuse to admit it, culminating instead in what looks like a one sided rivalry. Truly, despite being one of the nicest dudes around Diligent always finds himself paired with people who want to kick his ass for some reason. Unlike Slacker who originally hated his work ethic and Kheprii who wanted her damn beetles back, in Fuchsia’s case it’s because she’s slightly obsessed with proving herself more athletic than him. Or perhaps she just wants to see him in tank tops. Her goals are beyond your understanding.

SmurfFuchsia and Quixotic have a vague mutual … acknowledgement, since both lost mom’s in the scout party disaster. Quixotic lost both but also gained a whole new family whilst Fuchsia still has 1 bio mom but has become distant from her … perhaps talking with Quixy will give Fuchsia the push she needs to repair the relationship with Bud.

Not Vitriolic tho. That’s putting gunpowder and fire together. Vitty is more of silver tongued fox with less muscle and Fuchsia's more of a physical fighter that can't come up with insults but stick em in a room together and watch em explode. They've definitely kissed

SmurfIvy, SmurfBud, SmurfFuchsia, Diligent, Sower, SmurfFoxglove, Quixotic and Vitriolic are mine

[phanfictioncatalogue]

2023!Phan (2) Masterlist

part one

changes (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan reflects on how filming gaming videos feels different than it did five years ago.

Haunted Hearts (ao3) - Beelovejoy

Summary: Dan & Phil find that their apartment may be haunted.. In the midst of this they comfort each other while filming spooky week videos and trying to expell the unwanted ghosts from their home

Her / Awakening (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan feels drunk on a feeling of awakening; sexual, but also something else, something unnamed.

In another life you still would've turned my head (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes across old black and white photos of two queer men messing around, one playing with the other's hair, just like he did in a recent video with Phil. He gets caught up in the emotions that he would have fallen in love with Phil in any universe. He crawls into Phil's lap and tells him exactly that.

perfect accident (ao3) - maestronomy

Summary: after dan and phil filmed the new gaming video about heart throb - and they realise they weren’t as secretive as they thought.

nun as good (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: It’s so stupid and silly, and it’s just them in their messy kitchen, but Phil has been on edge ever since Dan first came into the kitchen in that outfit.

sister daniela (ao3) - idkspookystuff

Summary: “Are you gonna get changed?” Phil asks after Dan’s done stripping and Phil’s turned off the camera. Dan’s since put the whole ensemble back on, and caresses the cross hanging from his neck between his thumb and his forefinger as he considers.

“No." Phil’s hands suddenly feel very clammy, which is dangerous considering the fact that he’s holding their very expensive camera.

“Oh,” Phil answers.

-

the aftermath of the baking video

SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE COMFORT CONTENT (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Phil casually created an idea how to bring back the gaming channel, Dan stayed up too late writing a skit and now they've got to go pick up Dil's head.

To rise again, you must first acknowledge that you died.

The Revival Afterman (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: The gaming channel makes a comeback.

Wagon Wheel (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Is there enough room in Wagon Wheel for Phil's saloon and Sheriff Howell's city-slickin' ways?

when in fear, reach for phil (ao3) - maestronomy

Summary: it’s spooky week and dan finds himself needing to feel a sense of security when they play horror games. fortunately, phil’s right next to him.