#GRAH! someone talk to me!

[traitimdoithay]

you know what i think one thing digimon has over pokemon is that it’s so fun to digivolve and back. the idea of devolving creatures to make them evolve with higher stats is actually really fun to me! what sucks is that for some creatures you have to digivolve them multiple times to get the stats you need for champion digimon… and don’t get me started on the species exp.

[milo-is-rambling]

Just remembered how one of my dedicated to people last roadtrip literally was like “oh actually I don’t think you can stay here tonight I have work early tomorrow :(“ after driving like seven and a half hours to him (and he texted me this when I was an hour away from his house and we had literally talked about my plans to stay there all day) like hello red flag red flag red flag

[snazum]

i hate how my brain works LOLLOLOOL not like actually well sort of but also not like seriously where i'm upset just it's really funny i feel like crying it's so funny ToT But like, i'm living vicariously thru yters rn i want to create I'm too much energy. I CAN'T WAIT LIKE LITERATLY 5 DAYS FOR SCHOOL. And then it's school that's boring I fucking wish I knew people who liked to create and enjoyed the process and it's fun! It's so so fun!! And I mean I want video creation around me I'm done with drawing. Hopefully I meet people like that on campus.... god please let me meet people like that they're my soulmate.

[kick-me-like-a-strayy]

Sigh… I just need to be treated like someone’s pet. This shit isn’t fair.

[urfavnegronerd]

agape- nicholas britell

summary: miles is takin down ur braids 

published: july 27, 2023

warnings: Grammarly hates me, the patriarchy, a dash of toxic masculinity, miles being a product of that grrah grah boom type masculinity, aave (no im not translating shit for you yall got access to urban dictionary and its not really a warning), i edited it myself so lmk if there are any mistakes

sueñito- little dream, bonito- handsome/ pretty boy, no me importa- i don't care/ it's not important to me

w/c: 1.5 k

reader's black coded cus im black so deal w it <3

i think this something every black boy be needin deep down

“Stop movin, ma” 

“It’s knotty,” 

“You had these in for how long?” 

Silence. 

“There's your answer right there, mama,”  

“Sorry,” 

“Nun to be sorry for, just hold still,” 

Currently sitting on the bathroom floor criss-cross apple sauce, Miles was sitting on the toilet, your head between his knees, while he was taking down the frizzy lemonade braids that barely hugged your scalp anymore. 

“Miles?” 

He hums in response, rat tail comb in one hand, a tub of coconut oil in the other, threading the tail of the comb through the extensions down your back  

“You’re the prettiest boy in all of Brooklyn,” 

“Shut up” 

“Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” 

“Nuh-uh,” 

“Fuck you mean ‘nuh uh’? The little freckles all over your cheeks? Cutest things I’ve ever seen, especially how they’re all slightly different shades, like lil polka dots all over your face, gives me a map a’ where to kiss. The little tiny dimple on the left side of your face? Adorable, 10/10, no notes. Also very kissable." He's still now, staring at the back of your head, using bundles strewn over his shoulder, mouth agape. “Them thick and long ass eyelashes? I could stare at ‘em all day, they look like teeny tiny butterfly wings when you rest your eyes.” 

“Shut up,” he whispers, still unmoving, the little dab of coconut oil on his fingers slowly dribbling down his wrist 

“Your mind pretty as hell, too, I like listening to what you have to hear when you let me,” you mumble, pressing tiny kisses into his cargo pant–clad kneecap. 

“Stop doin that shit, ma” 

“What?” 

“Talkin all crazy like that,” 

“I’m not talkin crazy, miles I’m being honest,” 

“You makin me out to be some weak ass lil boy,” 

“Miles.” you turn around abruptly, staring at him dead in the eye. “I’m jus being honest wit you. What's going on?” 

“It’s nothin, ma, turn around”  

“Sueñito. Lemme know what's up,” 

“It’s nothin,” 

You huff, turning around to face the bottom of the sink again. Silence bellows throughout the bathroom, Miles rubbing oil on your braids to detangle them to later drag the comb in once again and throw the discarded hair extension over his shoulder. The only sound between the two of you is the Marvin Gaye spinning on the record player, rooms away, dull basslines thrumming through the apartment. 

“Ion like this,” 

“What?” 

“Whatever jus happened, we talk about what's bothering us,” 

“Ain't nothin botherin me, ma,” 

“Then why you start buggin' the second I get to complimenting you?” 

“Cus ian wit all that girly shit,” 

“Fuck you mean girly shit, I’m jus tryna love up on you Miles,” your nostrils flare as you stare ahead of you.  

“Baby, I’m all for that but–” 

“Miles, did someone tell you boys can't get that?” 

A silence. 

“Baby.” 

“What?” 

“Jus cus you a boy dont mean you don't deserve love,” 

“Aint nobody say allat–” 

“Shut up Ian done,” you say, swiftly turning around and snagging the oil and comb from his hand “jus cus you a boy doesn't mean you don't deserve to feel shit miles. Ion know what it was like wit your last girl, but Ian her. Okay? You allowed to be a person wimme, you know that right?” 

“Ma–” 

“Shut up I still ain't done yet. Miles I’m real, I’m right here. real like you, I promise you I’m not goin nowhere right now,” 

“You done?” 

“Yeah,”  

“C’mere,” he motions to his lap, taking the comb and oil out of your hands and setting them on the tiled floor, laying out the discarded bundles.  

“ ‘s oil all up on my hands” 

“No me importa ma, come up on here,”  

Obeying and wiping the excess coconut oil off your hand, you do. Straddling his lap, and looking into his eyes, examining the twinge of sadness in his eyes. 

“Talk to me, mama,” 

“I want you to know that you deserve love and that you’re allowed to feel some typa way. I want you to talk to me, Miles. I care about you so much and I wanna make sure you’re good. I love hearing you talk, but Ion like havin to beg you to talk to me. I love jus bein in your presence, but I hate feelin like that Miles. I don’t know who told you whatever's going through your head right now but they dead wrong. I wanna know how you be feelin, I wanna know.” 

“Why you even talk like this to me?” 

“Cus I’m your girl, n I like to kiss up on you and love all up on you,” 

At this, he averts his eyes, trying to escape your gaze, his breath audibly speeding up. 

“Mm mm, don't do that Miles. Please breathe,” 

You plead, subconsciously pressing your middle three fingers under his jaw trying to measure his heart rate. Almost as a reflex to hide from you, he shrugs your hand away from under his jaw and pulls his hoodie over his mouth.

“Nah nah, don't hide from me neither,”  

“Ain’t nobody hidin from you,” 

“Jus cus you a boy don’t mean you don't deserve them random ass cuddles, or someone to tie up your durag or wash your hair. It don’t mean you shouldn't get flowers or hugs or them lil hickies behind your ear. Don't mean you not allowed to be sad or mad or wanna cry. Now Ion know who told you or made you feel that way but they dead wrong Miles. You allowed to feel with me,” 

“Ian some lil boy runnin around though, that shit ain't for me,” 

“If you wasn't supposed to feel and acknowledge your feelings, why would you be able to feel them? They there for a reason,” 

Still straddled on his lap, he looks up at you with the tiny leverage you have on him. His eyes are big and doe-like, almost as if he’s scared to make this next step, say this next sentence.” 

“Ion know why,” he mumbles, voice soft and scared. suddenly he’s kissin up on you, gripping anything he can get his hands on, like he’s making up for lost time, lost feelings. It's urgent and a little rough, though his lips are soft and velvety, a twinge of menthol chapstick on them.  

“Yo yo yo, slow down. Ian goin nowhere” you whisper into his mouth, nails gently raking across his neck “ ‘m right here Miles, see?” you ask, guiding his hands to feel on the left side of your chest, right above your heart. “ ‘s my heart under there, I'm right here okay? I’m real, Miles I swear,” 

“You’re real?” he whispers, breath shaky and uneven fisting the thin fabric of your camisole under the evergreen zip-up, in an attempt to feel more of your heart. 

“You allowed to feel your feelings the same way you feel my heart,” 

He still looks astonished, scared, and frozen. suddenly it wasn’t him you were talking to anymore. it was the scared little Brooklyn boy who had all these feelings stored away inside him, unsure of what to do or who to show them to.  

“ ‘m sitting right here miles. I’m your girl, okay? This is real, and you are real,” 

“I’m real?” tears begin to swim in his eyes. 

“You’re real miles. and those feelings in that big heart of yours? Those are real too. And if you let me, I wanna hear all of 'em.”  

His body stills once more against you, a small tear gliding down his cheek. 

“I love you,” 

And then he’s sobbing. 

“Sshh, hey it's okay” you whisper, holding him close to your chest. “I love you so much I can’t hardly breathe when I'm around you. It’s okay and you're okay, Miles. I’m real and this is real and you. You are real.” you mumble into his braids, holding him with the protectiveness of a mother with a small child. 

He just sat there, his head buried in your chest as he cried quietly, letting everything out. You just sat and let him cry and vent through his tears. All the things he had bottled up, discouraged to show to anyone. Sooner or later the tears slow to a stop, his face puffy and hot. 

Gently tugging the ends of his braids, he looks up at you. 

“You feel better sueñito?” you ask, dragging the cuff of your sweater to dry his face and pressing butterfly kisses to his cheeks in its wake. He did nothing but nod lazily, seemingly lighter, and nuzzling his face into your chest. 

“Lemme finish wiping up your face n then you can be all up on me, bonito, okay? 

He just nodded, dropping his head back to rest against the bathroom wall, the half-taken-out braids on your scalp no longer th task at hand. Reaching behind him you grab a baby wipe and swipe the tears and snot off his face, leaving his skin with a glossy finish. Holding his chin up, you look dead in his eyes. 

“You so beautiful Miles.” 

And this time, he nods. 

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach <3

[starheirxero]

EARTH'S FRIENDSHIP WITH ECLIPSE IS EVERYTHING😭

He is so kind to her, only snapping, once she could be put in harm's way…

And she trusts him, even admitting to her pain. The pain of losing Solar, the pain of losing her brother. The pain of losing her father.

She can talk to her heart's content, admitting to still being in pain and pushing it all down, something I'm so glad they addressed, because by god, this would naturally fuck someone up!

And he let's her. He simply listens to her ramble.

Hell, he even admits to not being as smart as Sun. Had it been anyone else, he would've been caught dead before admitting, someone else is better at something than him, let alone Sun, who he would often talk down to!!

-Stardust

I KNOWWW THEY'RE SO IMPORTANT TO ME IT MAKES ME SICK /POS

It's somehow so fascinating to watch two people who bottle up their feelings for two vastly different reasons find a middle ground and then slowly but surely let loose things they'd hardly ever admit to anyone else...

They just. GRAH. punches the ground. bursts into tears. they're fuckinf FRIENDS ���🙏🙏🙏

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Snow On The Beach Ft More Lana lyrics

One night a few moons ago I

Saw flecks of what could've been lights

But it might just have been you

Passing by unbeknownst to me

Life is emotionally abusive

And time can't stop me quite like you did

And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

I'm unglued, thanks to you

And it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

I searched 'aurora borealis green'

I've never seen someone lit from within

Blurring out my periphery

My smile is like I won a contest

And to hide that would be so dishonest

And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it

'Til you do

'Til it's true

Now it's like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

I can't speak, afraid to jinx it

I, can't

I don't even dare to wish it

I, don't

But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

Now I'm all for you like Janet

Can this be a real thing, can it?

Are we falling like snow at the beach

Weird, but fuckin' beautiful

Flying in a dream

Stars by the pocketful

You wanting me tonight, feels impossible

But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, ah

It's coming down, no sound, it's all around

Like snow on the beach

Like snow, like snow, ah yeah

🫶🫶🫶

Karma ft Ice Spice lyrics

Karma is that girl like (Grah)

You're talking shit

For the hell of it

Addicted to betrayal

But you're relevant

You're terrified to look down

'Cause if you dare

You'll see the glare

Of everyone you burned just to get there

It's coming back around

And I keep my side of the street clean

You wouldn't know what I mean

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

Karma is ya checks 'boutta bounce (Damn)

Karma is a fire in ya house (Grah)

And she 'boutta pop up unannounced (Like)

And she never leaving you alone (Damn)

Watch her put ya opps on a throne (Damn)

Got you waving pretty white flags

Feenin' for that cash

Thinking it'll save ya

Now you switching up ya behavior

It's okay, baby

You ain't gotta worry, karma never gets lazy

So I keep my head up, my bread up, I won't let up (Never)

Promise that you'll never endeavor with none lesser (Ever, ever)

I be draggin' that wagon

Karma is a beauty winning that pageant (Grah)

'Cause karma is my boyfriend (Damn)

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that (Grah)

Ask me what I learned from all those years

Ask me what I earned from all those tears

Ask me why so many fade but I'm still here

I'm still here

I'm still here

'Cause karma is the thunder

Rattling your ground

Karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter

And karma's gonna track you down

Step by step from town to town

Sweet like justice

Karma is a queen

Karma takes all my friends to the summit (Facts)

Karma is the guy on the screen coming straight home to me

'Cause karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend

Karma's a relaxing thought

Aren't you envious that for you it's not?

Sweet like honey

Karma is a cat

Purring in my lap 'cause it loves me

Flexing like a goddamn acrobat

Me and karma vibe like that

Karma is my boyfriend

Karma is a God

Karma is my bestie

Karma's a relaxing thought...

Karma's gonna hold you down

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[according2thelore]

That anon who said they dean being jealous of himself is SO right. I'm LOVING the angsty jealous dynamics you've been feeding us. I'm partial to "young Sam is jealous of old Sam" myself because it's soooo cute and sad. Like yes! Make Sam pout! Make him value himself less! Make him glare daggers at LS!Sam and ES!Dean!!! Make him think he's the odd one out and not wanted! The angst! I'm also dying for ES!Dean to comfort ES!Sam once(if) he realizes that he feels left out. Just UGH. ES!SAM FEELING LIKE THE LAST CHOICE! SO good. I love coming to your blog just to see what you post lol, you just hit every right button for me.

AHHH! THANK YOU!

let's discuss!

SO much of ES!Sam's life up to that point is feeling like the odd one out!

when it's just dean and sam, i think sam doesn't feel like he has to try to fit in as hard. when dean's trying to impress/ingratiate himself with dad? for sure. those awkward few hunts after stanford? 100%

but when it's just dean and sam, they might fight and get snippy, but sam doesn't have to put up a front. he doesn't have to put on airs. in fact, we see a couple times in the show that when sam's trying to be something he's not with dean, it's to protect him/protect his feelings.

so for ES!Sam, to have that safe space (lol pardon the phrase) GONE--sam's only completely authentic space (bc even with jess, he had to hide huge parts of himself)--

it would definitely put him off-balance. to sam, dean is choosing a different, better version of sam. ES!Sam felt safe being his own bitchy self with dean, but to have ES!Dean so clearly prefer a version of sam with all that removed, i wouldn't be surprised if ES!Sam felt the pressure to change to meet ES!Dean's new preferences.

which of course he resents! sam spent so much of his life being told to change: by dad, by dean, by other hunters, by himself.

to find out that your only true safe place to land can, does, and will prefer a seemingly faultless version of yourself?? bro. immediately confusing and devastating.

and even outside of the meta-dynamic of their relationship, ES!Sam is confused! and scared!

because he's also in love with dean. so to be usurped so easily both platonically and romantically?? GRAH! it drives sam crazy!

because he's not even sure which parts he's "allowed" to be mad about. he's not sure if glaring at the space where LS!Sam has his knee pressed against ES!Dean's in the car is an "acceptable" platonic jealousy, or if it's part of his sick-wrong-bad possessiveness that ES!Dean is his.

he's not sure if wanting to rip off LS!Sam's face for making ES!Dean laugh like that is annoyance that ES!Sam's superpower is communal or fury that ES!Dean is capable of belonging to someone else.

he's afraid of coming out and saying a lot of it, because what if it's too revealing?? what if he missteps and ES!Dean recognizes that ES!Sam's agonized ire is because he wants to suck his cock until he can't see straight?

he's annoyed and he's mad and he's upset, but bottling it up is all ES!Sam really knows how to do unless he wants to bring their house of cards down!

as for comfort, i think ES!Dean at first would not recognize this at all, lmao. for all ES!Dean's attentiveness to the changes in ES!Sam's moods and needs, he thinks he's just being a little bitch about the whole thing (his regrettable choice of words, not mine).

like c'mon, we're both weirded-out by this whole thing. we're in this together! and being rude to LS!Sam&Dean is not going to change our situation. dean does not take slights to sam lightly, even if the person slighting LS!Sam is ES!Sam.

i think it would take something stronger for ES!Dean to realize that ES!Sam's feelings are genuinely hurt--or at least confused--about the whole thing. ES!Sam avoids him like the plague, and these men do not sit down to talk about feelings, lmao.

maybe ES!Dean stumbles in on LS!Dean & ES!Sam talking, and LS!Dean is obviously comforting him, hand on the back of his neck, and ES!Sam's got a pink nose and shiny eyes and ES!Dean kind of blows up, because what the fuck did you say to him? what's going on in here?

LS!Dean rolls his eyes and shoves him off like go talk to your kid. i'm not here to mediate your bitchfits.

maybe it finally comes out later, ES!Sam not really able to look dean in the eyes, that he's sick of dean being so whipped for LS!Sam, and since when did dean need other brothers?

ES!Dean doesn't know how to express the fact that he's so taken with LS!Sam because this is a brother that wants him back! that needs him back! LS!Sam loves the hunt and he loves dean, and he's not shy about either of those things! if LS!Sam has free time, he spends it with dean. if LS!Sam is bored, he goes to look for dean. ES!Dean is thrilled by the promise of that future, of a sam who is gorgeous and strong and sexy as fuck and wants dean!!!

so he fumbles his way through it like "c'mon, sammy. he's you."

"is he, though? he's...i don't know. it's hard to recognize myself in him. he's...different....than i thought he would be. i guess."

ES!Sam doesn't know how to say that out of the four of them, he's the only one that feels Other. he wants to be part of this, but they don't make it easy.

ES!Sam doesn't know how to navigate on the outside of the Sam&Dean dynamic. he is the Sam in the Sam&Dean dynamic--he's realizing how strange and alienating it is to be not Sam or Dean in that, and he hates it.

"you think i'd put up with some guy that wasn't you?" dean scoffs, and they both kind of stare at each other for a second, because that was dangerously close to the truth.

"listen," ES!Dean follows up quickly, because he's not willing to let those words sit in the air too long, for the off-chance that ES!Sam will have time to process them. "you're my sam, okay? my pain in the ass little brother. this guy is sam, but he's that dean's sam. so. y'know. they're not us. or ours, or...whatever. you're still the little shit i'm gonna bug first."

it's tense for a long moment, unsure if that was too honest, too revealing. ES!Sam's still breathing a little fast, and ES!Dean keeps shifting on his feet.

"you're an asshole." ES!Sam finally says, exhaling, looking genuinely un-strung for the first time in weeks, and ES!Dean practically slumps forward in relief.

"aw, sammy. you sure know how to make a girl blush." he coos, and ES!Sam swats him away, all it's sam, you know it's sam.

and ES!Dean is smiling and rolling his eyes and his hands are still shaking under the table like yeah, yeah, whatever you say.

GAH!!!!!!!!!!!! jealous sam! devastated sam!!! isolated sam!!!

YOU GET IT!!!!!!! YOU UNDERSTAND THE VISION!!!!!!!!!

thank you for this ask!!! and for your kind words!!! mwah, mwah, mwah! <3

-lizzy

[sslushpup]

TRANS N GRAH!!! (Headcanon that must be written more in Nuzi)

While I work on my animatic, please GUYS write a Nuzi fic where N is transmasc. Like the transmasc headcanon is terribly underrated I literally only seen 6 fics with the trans tag on Archive Reader and most of them are trans Uzi like come on let our boy have some screen time! Keep in mind I am not much of a writer anyways so I just draw lol.

So I have Random/AU prompts which could have been taken from someone else but if it has been already thought of please tell me because I'm going off the top of my head.

Prompts under the cut!

Prompts

- Uzi and N work for the Elliotts and N makes a discovery about himself that leads him to having a weight off his shoulders with Uzi and Tessa supporting him in every way. It strengthens N and Uzi's bond even more.

- N is a popular kid at school but desperately doesn't want the life he has now because it doesn't show who he truly is, he begins hanging out with the outcast as she's the only one who truly knows who N is.

- In the middle of their relationship, N talks about his past and he says to Uzi that he's still the same N she knows but he changed in ways that made him see himself in a better light.

- N has been insisting to the other drones he's a boy but they deny his identity and continue to be misgendered and experience transphobia, luckily his friends don't tolerate that. Not even his short tempered girlfriend.

Alright I'm done rambling 😭

[two-stud-invasion]

*Fleshcousin stares at xem*

"Grrahhh?" ("Kitty?")

*Fleshcousin walks over to Gnarpy and crouches down so they are the same height as xem. They pat Gnarpy on the head* "Grah" ("Cat")

[I AM VERY SORRY IF I DIDN'T USE GNARPYS PRONOUNS CORRECTLY THEY ARE VERY UNFAMILIER TO ME 😭. Also my version of Fleshcousin doesn't talk unless they are copying someone]

IT’S OKAY DON’T WORRYY!! /ooc

. . 🛸 “ GUH.. GET YOUR HANDZ OFF YOU— ”

“ guhhh… noo.. ”

small purr since I kinda hc xem liking HEAD pats or just scratches on there

[meerealsssss]

MEEE

GRAH

IM GONNA LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU CALL ME HE HIM IN A PARAGRAPH

PLEASE

okay 😍

i love cat :3 he's so silly and koolaid and i wanna hug him 😍 honestly if we knew eachother irl he'd be someone i'd talk to everyday giggle

anyways he can read ykyk

HE'S ???? YESvvv???v????v

[countrymusiclover]

47 - Proper Family Meeting

( gif belongs to respective owners, I don't own it )

Part 48

Gemini Runaway

Three updates in a day again and almost to 50 chapters I can't believe it 😁

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

It had been a few days since we had met the mysterious sister named Freya that claimed to be their long lost sibling. Rolling out of the bed early this morning I shrugged on one of Nik’s shirts and some ripped jeans. Walking down the stairs I saw Nik in the room with the girls. “Morning Rae, how did you sleep this time?”

“Still not good, unfortunately. I don’t know how but I can’t get her nightmares out of my mind.” Slumping my shoulders in a heavy huff I throw my head back still terrified to think that this mysterious woman would come after Hope.

Missy was playing with a chess piece sucking on it in her mouth when he rose to his feet taking it before she choked on the object. “I could attempt to sort of compel the nightmares away from you.”

“It wouldn’t work though. I am still part witch, remember. Regardless of you being an original hybrid.” I reminded him by raising a brow at him.

He set the chess piece down on the table taking my hands in his rubbing his thumbs over my palms. “Yes, that's true. But I am also your sire, Raelyn. You have to do whatever I say if I use the power. That is one more advantage of being a vampire.”

“But you won’t do it. I know you, Niklaus.” I pointed out tilting my head to the side.

“Grah!” We heard someone make a noise before we turned our heads and saw Alina with her hand raised up using her other hand to siphon Hope who was standing. The cheese piece that he had moved was floating into the air and dropped back into Missy’s lap seeing that she was about to cry.

Knitting my brows at them I glanced out the corner of my eyes to Nik. “Well that’s going to be a problem when they get older….sweetie no siphoning your sister - ugh!”

“Alina!” Nik raised his voice at his middle daughter when he watched me try to take the toy from Missy who whined. She grabbed my elbow, siphoning me where I drew my hand back.

Rubbing my elbow I looked back at him rising to my feet. “It’s okay, Nik. I’m fine. Now I know how it feels. We can let her keep it so long as she doesn’t choke on it.”

“She still shouldn’t hurt you or her sister’s for that matter.” He wraps his arms around my waist tugging me into his chest kissing me before whispering down to me. “I’ll snatch it from her when our three princesses are fast asleep, don't worry.”

Leaning up on my toes I kissed him slowly moving my arms around his neck. He leaned down bending his knees until I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. “We should get away from young minds if we keep this up. Don’t want to traumatize them.”

“Then we mustn’t waste another moment, Raelyn.” He vamped me back into our shared room with me landing on my back throwing my hair around before he kissed me again.

Running my hands up his chest I was seconds from ripping his shirt deepening the kiss until I heard Elijah calling our names from the other room. “Raelyn, Niklaus!”

“Ignore him. He’s just here to swindle tales of the fake sister I should trust.” He grumbled tilting my chin back to his when I glanced toward the door that was opened.

Shaking my head at him I agreed with him. I didn’t want to trust someone who could be toying with my mind throughout the night. “I’ve been thinking if we need to remind her that we don’t trust her. I could always do the flare for the dramatic like you do when you say I’m the Hybrid…cause it’s rather hot sometimes.”

“Ah, that's my girl. You’re finally seeing that you are a Queen fit for a King. And this city shall be ours forever.” He leans down, crashing his lips down onto mine feeling me smirk into the kiss.

Someone vamped into the doorway when he was about to tear my shirt and it was Elijah. “Brother, Raelyn. May we please talk before you make love throughout the entire compound.”

“Elijah, can’t you see we are busy!” I grumbled when Nik growled, flashing me the werewolf eyes where I kissed him tugging on the curls starting to make them a mess.

The original vampire spoke again. “I can see that, Raelyn. But I assumed you would wish to know that Rebekah is here and she needs help. The new body that she took over is now fighting back against her. So I have requested Freya’s help.”

“Brother, get out of here or I’ll dagger you!” Nik threatened him looking over his shoulder at his older brother.

The tux wearing vampire didn’t budge and said something that finally got our attention. “Freya is meeting her nieces.”

“What now!” Klaus and I both jumped up vamping past him and into the living room.

Raising my hand up I created a fireball in my hand with my fangs dropping down in my mouth stomping into the room halting in my tracks after what I saw before my eyes. “I’ll burn you if you don’t get your ass out of this house this instant…oh my gosh.”

Freya was down on her knees in front of our three girls. Missy was attempting to get to her feet beside her sister Hope. And Alina was playing with Freya’s long hair but untemanrly they were perfectly fine being with her like that. “I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist meeting them while Elijah went to go get you two. I could only sense one of your daughters' magic. So I am stunned that there are actually three of them.”

"Well don't get too attached. Now why exactly is she here Rebekah?' I crossed my arms over my chest putting out the flame in my hand.

She explains simply to me. "The witch is still fighting to regain their body. So that's why Elijah called her."

Klaus interrupts our conversation standing beside me throwing his hands up. "Have you lost your mind? Tell me we're not considering opening our sister's head to someone we barely know."

Rebekah shouted in frustration. "Nik, for God's sake, she is our sister. I've know it since she saved me from the fauline cottage."

"An act no doubt meant to secure your trust, perhaps for this very moment, to strike when we are vulnerable." Rebekah scowls at Klaus, but he shakes his head. "No. We've no way to prove that anything she said today is true."

Elijah sighs. "Niklaus, I understand your concern. Both of us are powerless to help our sister. Now either we leave Rebekah to suffer, or we place our faith in the hands of someone I believe to be our blood. Right now, I'm inclined to give the benefit of the doubt to family."

"You needn't worry. Elijah explained the problem, and I can help.' Freya got to her feet.

Nik mutters loudly 'Rather confident, aren't we?"

Freya turns to look at him, partly amused and partly confused. "The spirit of the host body is powerful, but I can cast a spell, .. put you in a deep sleep, and then suppress this other essence. You'll be just fine."

Rebekah was nervous and I could hear her heartbeat inside her chest. "Lovely. When do we start?"

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me. She spouts off some magical diagnosis, and we are all supposed to applaud." Nik sat down at the bar pouring me and himself a glass of blood throwing his head back with a grumbling breath.

Rebekah was annoyed at him. "Nik, she's trying to help."

"Yes, but for the sake of keeping our options open, why not write down your spells and incantations? That way, we can have them double-checked by an impartial third party, say Davina. She'd love to prove me wrong." Nik slammed his glass down on the counter top raising his voice towards her. "I'd rather trust Raelyn than any other bloody witch on this entire earth because I have seen her magic!"

Freya eyes me clearly offended. "I doubt she would understand my magic, let alone have the power to execute it."

"Debatable I think not!" Nik raised his tone towards her. "She's the strongest witch I have ever seen."

Gripping the glass in my hand I was tempted to shatter it completely. "I can handle more power then you have ever seen, Freya. I dropped all the Originals on their knees. I consumed your mother Esther’s dark magic and didn't die. I put a hex curse on a werewolf's mother. My uncle wanted me to become the leader of our Coven and I didn't die when I consumed his power. Finally I am searching for a way to stop my Coven curse where twins compete in a battle of magical strength. Regardless, the thing you need to know is ... .I'm the Heretic and you can't KILL ME!"

"Bloody hell, siphon queen." Nik mumbled under his breath struggling to not throw her over his shoulder and ravish her right then. He had never been so turned on in his immortal life.

Freya walked over to me where I downed the blood in my glass striding up until we were pressed up against one another. "Regardless of how powerful you haven’t faced Dahlia, Raelyn. I have been raised by her and I am the only one here who can help Rebekah this instant. We can't afford for you or Niklaus to need to tend to one of your children during a spell."

Nik shook his head mockingly sitting back down at the bar. "Oh. So you're our only hope then? Seems rather convenient, doesn't it?"

"I knew it would be difficult to win your trust, Niklaus. Your reputation precedes you…" Nik smiles mockingly at her as she stands and walks toward him. "But if we are to face Dahlia together, you will have to trust me. Given the peril that Rebekah now faces, are you truly incapable of giving me even a chance to prove myself?"

Striding back over to Nik he poured me more blood tugging me up into his lap nuzzling his nose into my neck leaving kisses making me lean and moan into his scent. "Shall we leave the easily swayed alone so I have my way heretic fiancée."

"You are rather tempting but if we left them alone she might snatch our daughters and take them to this Dahlia woman." I draped my arms around his neck kissing him passionately then breaking the kiss showing my fangs to the stranger in our house.

"I know I appear as an outsider, but I have dreamt of you all for a thousand years." Rebekah and Elijah look at each other before turning back to Freya. "Elijah, when you were in Esther's womb, she would ask me to sing to you. I would feel her belly as I did. Heh. How you would kick. She would say, "it was as if Thor himself had raised his hammer"..."

Elijah finishes her sentence. " .. "And summoned thunder and lightning." Mother rarely mentioned you. When she did, she would say how enchanted you were by the prospect of my birth."

Freya grinned at the pair. "How I wanted more brothers and a sister more than anything, but between Esther and Dahlia, that wish was taken from me. I was ruined by those who raised me. If nothing else, at least we have that in common. There is nothing that can replace what was taken from us, but I hope we can make something better in its place. All you have to do is trust me."

Nik vamp-speeds over to her and breaks her neck. Rebekah tries to intervene, but she wasn't fast enough. "Nik!"

He smirks vamping back to me draping an arm over my shoulder, whispering the last part in my ear. "Well, that's enough of that, don't you think? Right. Now we can have a proper family meeting….no one is anything like you. You are the most badass and hottest witch ever, Raelyn." I leaned into his embrace eyeing Freya's unconscious body while we waited for her to supposedly come back to life.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[catboy-sinister]

the "you are barely a paper mask" and "it's all i have Charles" are making me fucking INSANE.

GOSH IVE TRIED TO GET ALL MY THOUGHTS OUT ABOUT THIS BUT I JUST CANNOT LIKE

I saw your tags talking about how this guy has NPD and like. yes. before we knew but now we KNOW

and imo the paper mask thing doesn't just apply to Gillen + post Gillen Hickman - Gillen Renaissance eras. like you could argue he's always been like this, even when he was just a mysterious villain in the background (you'd see a diamond or something or someone would be watching cameras and you'd be like oh shit!!!)

tbh Charles is stronger than me cause I would've folded. I also feel kinda BAD for him* which I'd never thought I would? gonna have to tag this spoilers but

the irony is he's kinda getting a taste of his own medicine. cause he was created and programmed for one singular purpose (to become a Dominion) just like he's done to other people (Black Womb etc). but I do still feel bad, mostly bc of that forehead cause DAMN you could run a mile on that thing and still not make it to the hairline

my man is having a CRISIS right now. I get it, I would too if my basis of reasoning was built upon the idea that I'm superior to all and then having a better version of myself laugh in my face. rebecca and faye are cackling while they have tea and talk shit. BUT ALSO "it's all I have Charles" GRAH ALL HE HAD WAS HIS SUPERIORITY AND IT'S GONE! IT'S ALL HE HAD GOING FOR HIM!!

like this man. is laying his whole soul bare for Charles because A) he's the only person he can talk to ofc but B) CHARLES MIGHT BE THE ONLY PERSON TO UNDERSTAND!!! we've known for a hot second that Sinister had an irreversible influence on Charles as a kid. he fucked that kid UP. but he was also sort of a father figure in a way. (side note - his position as a patriarch has always made me foam at the mouth and I have more to say about it but I CANNOT at the moment)

"you are full of broken glass" just. THERE'S SO MUCH WEIGHT TO THAT LINE I CANT EVEN DISSECT IT RN. GOD.

"I should have stuck to being Apocalypse's science lackey" he misses his boyfriend aw. but fr though, DAMN. because he HATED THAT! he HATED being chained by Apocalypse and being subservient (no one make a kink joke.).

He's lost everything, I can't stress that enough. He's like a rabid animal - desperately biting and clawing, lying and backstabbing and doing whatever he can to stay on top, all while putting on a MASK that he's got everything under control, that he's two steps ahead. He's not as smart or infallible as he thinks he is. He's painfully, painfully human, and he's finally realizing it, and he is NOT taking it well.

okay I have to shut up now I'm so sorry GAH I could talk about him for years. this was word vomit sorry this is not structured. MLA format Sinister essay when???

*okay I lied I did feel kinda bad for him in Further Adventures but he deserved all of it so 🤷

[desultory-novice]

 DanganRonpa CAN be scary, I think in particular, the creepily directed "executions", thanks to their uncanny animation style, can shake one up a bit to watch. Although 70% of the time, they are so silly in :cough: execution it douses the horror of what's happening on screen somewhat. (The first game's first execution is generally ranked as the most violent, and that's because it was a holdover from when the game leaned way more into grunge-horror.) A few of the murders lean on the grisly side, but I think most are more shocking than "gross." And then there's the pink blood!

Once you get past all that, DR is a very excellent story of not just :cough: hope (...I know...) but humanity and what it means to face yourself and hopefully, rise above. The characters are forced into a killing game, and the mastermind's goal usually leans (among other things) on painting a really nasty portrait of people. How "easy" it is to get someone to sink to this level where they'll murder people they're supposed to cooperate with or be friends.

But what you come away from in each case, generally, is sympathy and a sense of loss. For the victim and the murderer. DR is unarguablly EXCELLENT at turning you around on characters. Making you hate someone you loved, love someone you hated, or circle right back around to your first impression!

I adore DR for its depiction of how our best qualities WILL find a way to shine through, even in our worst moments. That even the death of a "jerk" is a tragedy, to someone, somewhere. Everyone (?) has a story in DR. The world isn't "black and white" despite the presence of Monobear.

It's honestly uplifting and powerful. Some of the best "death game" stories are, but DR still holds a position near the top for its creativity, wit, and message. (Minus points for some stuff that's pretty uncomfortable across a variety of spectrums, though your mileage will vary on that. And there are a honestly a FEW weak characters across the franchise, I'll admit.)

DanganRonpa V3 is one of my favorite video games of all time though - beating out DR2, which was itself incredibly good. (Although 2's protagonist, Hajime Hinata, remains my favorite DR character, hands down. Hinata's just one of those impactful characters who changed my life in a good way.)

...Btw, the anime adaptation of 1 is generally fine, but Dangan Ronpa 3 (anime series, different from the V3 game) is awful, and it is every "bad" thing you've ever heard about DR. It is unnecessarily violent and mean, relishes in how much humanity sucks, goes against the general care DR treated its characters with till now, relies on deus ex machina and "gotcha" moments instead of clever murder puzzles (and absolutely wastes the premise of borrowing from one of my favorite analog games :grumble grumble:) and doesn't add anything to the story or mythos you couldn't already have figured out on your own. It has ONE good (?) character in it and <spoilers> they don't make it. To me, it also weakens the earlier games in a way I can't even get into without spoilers, but a certain reveal turned one of my other favorite characters into one of my least favorite. Apologies to anyone who likes it for having to make it through that paragraph but... no. I even rewatched it recently and still... no.

...

...Darn it, all this talk about DanganRonpa made me go back and binge watch all Chapter 2 of DR The After. Grah! That trial is SO good it's unfair that DR The After is only a DR fan game/doujin work! (Mind you, a fan game with amazing production values. The VA knock it out of the park! And the writing...!)

The twists and turns. The interplay. The final reveals!

Literally a work I'm willing to wait the additional 5+ years it will probably take to finish. (Though I'd love if we could get to at least the beginning trial portion of Chapter 3 sometime in 2023...? :fingers crossed:)

While I'm talking to myself about a fan game very few have likely experienced, have a 30 second sketch of Hatami, Super High School Level Good Boy.

...And yes, I totally ended this post by sketching a character from a DR fan game instead of someone from the mainline series.

[k0uhi]

hmn project sekai scenario where all the teams end up meeting through their sekais through the sheer power of connection

Mizuki is the one who starts it. Mizuki starts most of the things they get up to, and today it's because they were bored.

It took everyone some goading — Ena was complaining almost the entire time, but quieted down when she got tired, muttering about something or other by the time they make it to a place unfamiliar.

They walk to the edge — Miku came with them.

Though they commented before that SEKAI seemed to go on forever, the space seemed to almost turn more blank than it already was, from grey, to white, shards of memories and feelings sparse until there was nothing at all.

Kanade was curious if there was an edge — Miku didn't seem too concerned, only observed.

At last, they reached a place they couldn't seem to press forward.

Mizuki excitedly pressed her hands on the invisible resistance, as if testing it.

Kanade tried joining them first, commenting on its strangeness; Mafuyu was called by Kanade to ask how it felt for her, and Ena was tricked into touching it too.

The moment Ena, despite her hesitation, touched the resistance, she seemed to fall through and disappear. Mizuki panicked and managed to grab Ena’s hand. Mafuyu, instinctually, tried to help Mizuki, and Kanade was still holding onto Mafuyu when she realized she had to help pull Ena back. Miku was helping pull Kanade, but too late, Mizuki stumbled, and they all came crashing through —

The wall. They were now on a street with graffiti.

Miku was nowhere to be found but —

“What kind of food have you been eating, dammit?”

“Shut up, Akito! Someone who didn’t want to share his pancakes with me shouldn’t be saying anything!”

“Grah! You shut up! Why the hell are you even here?”

“What! I should be asking… you… that…”

“You didn’t even notice we’re not in SEKAI anymore?” Mafuyu muttered. She made no attempt to lower her voice. Ena whirled around to snark back at her, but Akito retorted with, “Did you just say SEKAI?”

Mizuki had helped Kanade stand, though they didn’t look any worse for wear. "Hey, it's the little brother!"

"Mizuki," he started, when another voice called out, "Akito, something weird happened, Miku just— Mizuki?!"

An came running into view, and screeched to a stop upon seeing the group. "What's going on?"

"'Miku'...?" Ena repeated. She looked at Akito. "Don't tell me, you have a SEKAI?"

"Me?" Akito looked like he was ready to start another fight when An cut in and said, "Let's go to the cafe so we can talk this out?"

[fat-hedonistic-hogs]

"Hmph! What's this? A little quincy hiding out in the dunes alone? I'm surprised one of the guardians didn't squash you, what did you think we'd just forget about what your army did here? Once Rudbornn's plan to bring back Aizen works we'll finally have order again! And we'll be strong enough to CRUSH you like you did me and Melody." The arrancar attendant smirked as she twirled a dagger around her fingers looking down menacingly at the seemingly helpless intruder.

"The army is gone... we lost, I'm just looking for my friends. Now move there's no reason for us to fight. I doubt you can even fight in THAT outfit." The quincy sighed as she tried to step aside having no interest in wasting her time fighting table scraps.

"THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? I-I won't let you talk down to me! POISON, ESCOLOPENDRA! " Loly yelled brandishing her zanpakuto and in a fit of rage unleashed her power.

"I'LL WATCH YOU DROWN IN VENOM AND DIE, DO YOU HEAR ME YOU BI-CRUNCH AAAAH!!!" Loly gasp in pain breathing heavily as the thick reinforced carapce surrounding her body was sliced through like butter taking a chunk out of her arm before slicing it clean in two.

"Ugh... you taste terrible! Like someone dipped grapes in battery acid... Blegh!!" Liltotto gagged spitting out a bit of bug flesh. She was definitely getting a stomach ache after this.

"GRAH! DID YOU JUST EAT MY ARM? HOW? I'M A HOLLOW! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO POISONED BY OUR REISHI?" Loly yelled before the rest of her arms followed suit snapping like twigs forcefully restoring her back to her base form.

"My name is Liltotto Lamperd, the Schrift engraved into my soul is G the Glutton... My stomach acid can dissolve anything and even neutralize your poison flesh in small amount. And... speaking of poison I'll be borrowing it for a bit." Liltotto said bow forming in her palm with a distinct purple haze emanating from the arrow head.

"Gift, Licht Regen..."

She said exhaling as she absorbed the surrounding Reishi into her bow before unleashing a hail of poison painting the sky and pale sands of Hueco Mundo with a shadow of arrows.

[SWOOOOOOOSH]