#I been wanting to go all out on this for awhile

[blushsturns]

₊⊹what we thought was for all time was momentary

title: loml

word count: 1767

warnings: heartbreak, crying, use of Y/N, angst (sorry guys!)

Holy Ghost, you told me I’m

The love of your life

Your heart wrenched. It felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. You couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. Your body began to tremble, your bottom lip quivering, and your vision blurry from the tears forming. 

“We need to break up.�� Those four words hit you like you like a tidal wave. You knew things hadn’t been okay for awhile, but you always had faith that things would work out for the better. You couldn’t imagine your life without him and now here he stood right in front of you, his hands in his pockets, his face so hard to read.

Of course you wanted to beg for him to not leave you, to not give up on the relationship. You weren’t ready to give up on it. You two were together for so long, built so much together, and shared so many amazing memories. How could you just let all of that go? How could you walk away from everything you’ve ever wanted and needed?

You gulped down a choked sob, immediately shaking your head as you blinked back the tears, allowing them to fall against your cheeks. Your knees began to wobble, but you tried to keep your composure. How could he stand there; so comfortably chill, no tears, no remorse. 

“Chris..” You could hardly speak, but managed to let his name fall from your lips. 

He let out a deep sigh, his hands still in his pockets, the distance between you two felt like a stab straight through your fragile heart. Your whole world felt like it was crashing around you and you felt suffocated. “I’m sorry.” He said simply, another sigh emitting from his lips. “I’m really so, sorry.” 

You shook your head again, your hands moving to cover your face as you began to cry into them, your body shaking as you allow yourself to fully cry into your hands. You didn’t care if you looked weak, or felt vulnerable in front of the man who stole your heart and then broke it in half. You knew things weren’t great lately, but you had no idea he was going to end things so abruptly. How could he give up on everything you two built so easily like this? Was he hurting like you were right now? 

You pulled your hands away from your face, your face stained with tears and painted red from the amount of crying you had done in a matter of minutes. He walked over you, trying to grab your hand, but you immediately swatted his hand away, your voice raising with anger and hurt filling your tone, “No. You don’t get to stand here and give up on us, and then try to hold my hand. Are you even hurting?”

He looked offended that you swatted his hand away, but took a step back from you to create distance again. “Of course I’m hurting Y/N! I’m trying to keep it together. You don’t think it’s been hard for me? I may look okay, but I’m not okay. This is hurting me too.”

You didn’t want to believe it. Any of it. Your heart was sinking more and more by the second and you didn’t know what to do. All you knew was that your heart was breaking and it was hard to breathe. 

Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry

You said I'm the love of your life

“How could you just give up? Times are hard, but that’s why we work through it. You’re saying that you’re just giving up on everything that we built? I love you, Chris. You can’t just walk away.” Your voice was shaking, tears pouring down your cheeks as you choke back a sob. You place your arms around yourself for comfort, shaking your head as you look down at your shoes, unable to look at anything, especially not Chris.

“This is for the best, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m really so sorry.” His voice was weak and you could tell he really was giving up on this, on you. 

After working so hard to steal your heart, here he stood with your heart in his hands, crushing it into a million pieces. You didn’t want to believe it, but you knew that you had to. You couldn’t beg for someone to stay in your life. If they really wanted to stay in your life, they would. You should never beg for someone to stay in your life, even if you so desperately don’t want them to go. Breakups are messy and hard, no matter if it was mutual, or if it was one-sided. Whether you were being cheated on, or just being left altogether, it still hurt nonetheless. 

“I just can’t believe this, Chris. After everything we’ve been through, you won’t even fight for us, for me?”

They do say the stages of grief experienced after a breakup are usually denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance and right now you were in the denial phase, but your heart was also breaking into a million little pieces. You sat onto your couch, unable to stand up anymore, shaking your head as you look down at your hands splayed in your lap, your body trembling as you choke back a sob.

Chris stood there by the doorway, moving one of his hands up to run his fingers through his tousled hair, a deep sigh emitting from his own lips. “I tried, I really did. I tried so hard and it’s only hurting both of us. You know that, I can see it all over your face and it kills me every single day.”

You pull your hands away from your face to look up at him from the couch, shaking your head in disbelief at his words, your blood beginning to boil with anger radiating through your system. “If you tried, you wouldn’t be breaking my heart right now. Fuck you, Chris. I tried too, and you can’t say that I didn’t. I tried to be everything that you wanted and look where it got me. I’m broken.”

Chris looked hurt by your words, like a stab to the chest. He sighed hard again, his fingers tugging onto his hair in slight frustration, moving his gaze to stare down at his own shoes. “I’m sorry. This is how it has to be. I’m broken, too.”

I'm combing through the braids of lies

"I'll never leave"

"Never mind"

You never thought that Chris would be the one to leave you, to give up on you and the relationship that you built together so beautifully. He was your first love, and your first heartbreak all in one and you weren’t sure how you were ever going to move past this. You knew that you shouldn’t have the negative thoughts creep into your brain like “Why wasn’t I good enough”,  “Will anyone ever love me”, “Am I not worth fighting for?”, and “Am I hard to love?”

You had to remind yourself that you did the best you could, that everything happens for a reason. It was easier said than done, but you couldn’t let this damage your soul and ruin your spirit for the rest of your life, even if right now you can’t possibly see a light at the end of the dark, scary tunnel that you were afraid you may never be able to get out of it. 

“This is how it has to be? It doesn’t, but okay.” You tried to take in a deep breath, but your chest was literally aching. It hurt so badly, the distance between the two of you, the tension, the pain. You couldn’t handle it anymore. “I think you should go, Chris.” You looked up at him through teary eyes, your vision blurred as you blink back tears. 

Chris looked heartbroken, his feet glued to the floor, his eyes finding yours, pain and sorrow filling his gaze. “Y/N I’m sorry I still l-”

You shake your head immediately, standing up from the couch to walk up to him, while still creating a distance between the two of you. You open up your front door and stand next to it, your body still shaking from the amount of emotions running through you. “No, don’t you dare say it. Chris, please. Just go.” You looked at him with pure pain in your eyes.

He let out a devastated sigh, feeling defeated and now speechless. He nodded his head and you swore you could see his eyes welling with tears, but it’s Chris. Chris never allows himself to cry, ever. 

You exchange one more glance, both of you hurting, broken into a million pieces. Everything you two built has been shattered around you and is now dust on the ground. 

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment. Your eyes closed, tears streaming down your cheeks, taking in a shaky breath as your fingers gripped on your own sleeve to hold onto something, anything. 

A farewell, a goodbye. It’s not see you later, it’s not fight and make up scenario. No more you and Chris. This was it.

He pulled away from you, fluttering your eyes open to look at him with pain and heartbreak all over your face. No more words were shared, there was nothing else needed to be said. 

Chris walked out, didn’t look back and you couldn’t either. You closed your front door, immediately sinking down against it with your knees propped up to your chest and placing your hands against your face and instantly sobbed. 

You cried and cried until you couldn’t anymore. You couldn’t breathe, your body shaking as you tried to take in breaths to calm yourself down. 

Life wasn’t going to be the same. Chris was once your everything, your whole world. Now? You had to learn to live without him, to find yourself and learn to love yourself.

You’re strong, you’re resilient, you’re capable of so many amazing things and even though it’s hard right now, it’s not going to be this way forever. 

There is light at the end of the tunnel, there are brighter days ahead. You’re allowed to cry, to feel, to grieve. It’s okay to feel these things. 

Even if it doesn’t feel like everything is going to be okay, it will. You’re stronger than you think and you’re deserving of love and happiness. 

It’s going to be okay.

And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life

notes: sorry guys! i know this was heart wrenching. i haven't really wrote angst on here, so i thought i'd give it a try. if you have any requests, or if you just wanna chat, my inbox is always open!

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-nessa

[starboye]

starring: dealer!rafe cameron x male reader

request: reader owes dealer!rafe money but is doesn’t have the money yet so he’s been ducking rafe for about a week now and rafe finally catches reader and asks why hasn’t he received payment and reader tells rafe that he’ll pay as soon as he gets his paycheck but rafe decides on payment in a different way and next thing yk reader is face down ass up with rafes face in between readers juicy ass and after awhile rafe is fucking reader like a slut

warnings: smut, cursing, ass slapping, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talk

i mean could rafe really blame you for ducking his calls and pretending you weren't home when he showed up at your door, he's an intimidating man and you owing hi money doesn't exactly make you want to invite him in.

until he finally catches you coming back from somewhere, sitting outside your house and just before you could get away it's already to late and he sees you "y/n, and just when i was thinking you died" he gets up from the chair "hey rafe" you try to avoid eye contact.

"let's skip the introduction where the fuck is my money" he gets straight to the point "i swear ill have it next week" you reassure him "mm mm i want my money now y/n" the insists getting closer "well i don't have that on me rafe" you retort.

"well you got something else i could use a collateral" he smirks eyeing your ass, skip to you face down ass up in your bed with rafe ravaging your ass, his tongue thrusting in and out of your hole while enjoying hearing your moaning "yeah this is way better than getting my money" he lays a smack on your ass before going back to eating you out.

jiggling your ass over his face as his cock hardens in his shorts "shit this ass would be to good not to fuck" rafe says standing up and unbuttoning his khakis to let his aching hard cock fall out and spring up, you look back and audibly moan at the sight of it, wiggling your ass back just to feel the tip of it.

"fuckin' slut" he mummers spitting some saliva onto your hole before pushing his whole dick inside, he would've given you some time to adjust to his size but your hole felt to good that he just started fucking you right away, pulling all the way out to just the tip then slamming it back in.

"fuckkkk meeeee" you whine gripping your bed sheets as his thrusting pushes you forward "so desperate for some cock huh, you'd make a good bitch for me y'know that" he asks smacking your ass over and over until a red mark appeared.

you were tightening around him every time he went balls deep, wanting to milk him for his warm cum (don't judge it's been a while since you've gotten off) and he took notice to that, making sure to give you a nice hard pounding, that was until you spurted your load all over the bed.

moaning as you came but that didn't stop rafe from fucking you, only making him want to go harder and harder until he filled your ass with his hot load, riding out his high while pushing his cum further into you "fuck that was good" rafe huffed pulling out of you.

"i still hate you" you tell him "five minutes ago you didn't" he chuckles watching the load drip from your ass "y'know i still expect my money y/n or im coming back again and you better be just like this" rafe says putting on his shorts "then i guess i wont be getting that money to you anytime soon" you grin sitting up "of course you slut" rafe shake his head.

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Luckily a multitude of text messages to the others was enough for Jason to convince them to refrain from crowding in on them, and Danny was able to have some time to cry without worry. It wasn’t the first time, or even the hundredth time Jason had held a crying child, so it was easy for him to wait and offer a silent companionship with the occasional back rub. And it was easy to tell when Danny’s energy was wearing low, the sobs turning into softer hiccups and his grip on Jason’s jacket not quite as tight. And after a stretch of almost complete silence Jason figured it was time to move. It was no surprise that having a good cry and being able to talk just a bit left Danny quite tired, he was still sporting quite the residual burn wound on his chest. But while rest would do him good, Jason didn’t think it would be the best idea to take him back to the manor just yet. “... Hey… How ‘bout we go get a batburger and go to my place?” he suggested after some time, wondering if Danny had eaten anything good for dinner yet. “We can just chill for tonight. I already let everyone know you’re safe, so don’t worry about them….Okay?”

“Batburger?” Danny repeated, voice betraying his obvious need for a tissue. He just felt more worn out more than anything else now, but didn’t miss the brief strain of amusement he got from hearing about the food. This place really did have everything named after Batman. They must really like their dark and broody superhero. It was something to envy, at least a little. And honestly, going to Jason’s place and having some time without having to deal with the others fussing over him or subtly needing him to direct them sounded amazing too. He needed time to himself to figure out what to do next before he gave them any suggestions. Which led him to looking up to Jason and nodding. “Yeah. That sounds great. Been awhile since I had a burger.”

Jason took the weak smile Danny gave him as a win, the boy’s mask having vanished long ago to make it easier to breathe, and started to move to get them on their feet again. “C’mon then. We’ll take it easy on the way there. Get some air,” he coaxed, leading Danny towards one of his safe places first so he could ditch the helmet and other vigilante attire.

“Don’t people usually say fresh air?” Danny commented, his current state making his brain to mouth distance quite short at the moment.

“Have you smelled Gotham? That’s not just this alleyway, it’s the whole city,” Jason returned easily, giving the poor kid something else to focus on for now.

Danny couldn’t help grimacing as he snorted, putting a hand to his nose and earning Jason’s pity to find some sort of tissue or fabric from his pockets for the boy to clear his nose on. A bottle of gatorade would probably be a good idea for the boy too.

Pulling Danny to his feet, Jason kept him close as they moved. A quick stop at a tiny safeplace allowed them to switch to a more inconspicuous civilian attire, with Jason loaning Danny some shoes for now. He was still in his pajamas, and even though he mentioned he could just slightly float to avoid walking on the disgusting ground Jason didn’t want any prying eyes to notice that. The kid looked pathetic in Jason’s bigger shoes and oversized jacket, but at least he looked more like he fit in with the rest of the crowd in the area. At least enough that the worker at the nearest Bat Burger didn’t think twice about the two of them stopping by. Jason did all the talking, ordering two basic combos, and Danny just lingered behind him. The gaudy colors of the fast food place littered with advertisements to read were another mild distraction that kept him occupied until Jason pushed a takeout bag into his hands. They were quiet as they walked back to Jason’s apartment, and it was only after they had passed the first entrance that the silence was broken.

“...Is there a reason other than you don’t want to that you don’t stay at the manor full time?” Danny asked while they were riding the small elevator to the second from the top floor, starting to run out of ways to keep his brain from wandering where he didn’t want it to.

“Got it before Bruce knew I wasn’t still dead. Then felt like keeping it because it’s nice to be on my own,” Jason answered simply, leading them down the hall to his own doorway and fishing his keys out of his pocket.

“...Right…you did the whole ‘died and came back wrong’ thing too,” Danny hummed, having momentarily forgotten.

It earned a small grunt from Jason while they kicked their shoes off at the entrance, which was closed and locked again behind them. “I wouldn’t say ‘wrong’, just atypical. Considering most people that die come back within a few minutes instead of a few years, like me, and also don’t end up with super powers, like you.” Maybe he would agree to the term ‘wrong’ at some other time than this, but he didn’t want Danny spiraling into any more self hate than he was hovering on already.

“Wait- a few years?”  Danny sputtered, stopping to stare at Jason. “You were dead for years?!”

“Oh yeah. I hear the funeral was nice, but I guess I was too angry about my killer still running loose that I just had to come back and take care of things myself,” Jason shrugged, gaining a slight smirk and carefully guiding his own thoughts along a path that would keep him present and talking. It was still difficult to talk about, but as long as he felt in control he could manage it for the most part. As long as the other side didn’t start asking too detailed of questions.

Something he apparently wouldn’t have to worry about with Danny. The lad was quiet for a moment as absent thoughts ran through his head about what Jason just said. And after a moment he suddenly gave a small gasp in realization. “Oh my gosh. You’re a revenant.”

“A what now?”

“A revenant. I heard about them from… was it Clockwork or someone else?” Danny repeated, trailing off as he couldn’t remember who he’d learned what lesson from. He eventually shook his head and followed Jason further into the apartment. “They’re essentially people that come back from the dead because they’re too angry to stay dead. But they usually pass on again once that anger is satiated, so that’s why I didn’t notice before- woah, that’s a lot of weapons.”

Jason was luckily saved from having a mild existential crisis when Danny noticed his wall of weapons. Was this how the two kids had felt when Raven had given their state of existence a name? Weird. Anyway, “Do they make you uncomfortable?” he asked, ready to hide them if he needed to, and flopping on the couch to dig his burger out of the bag, gesturing for Danny to join him.

“No. I was just surprised to see so many. I actually grew up with a basement full of dangerous stuff. My parents-” His voice cut off as his heart skipped several beats at the mention of his parents. He had half the thought that this was probably what it was going to be like now, just casually dropping an emotional bomb on himself in casual conversation. He probably would have cried again, but at the moment he didn’t have anything left to give yet. Luckily Jason pulled him out of that slump by patting the couch next to him again.

“C’mon, enough chatter. You ever seen Pride and Prejudice?” he prompted, grabbing the remote with the hand that wasn’t holding his burger.

“....Not this realm’s version,” Danny responded quietly after swallowing the lump in his throat back into his chest. If it was even close to the same story he had in his realm it would be a good enough distraction. He could just sit and watch a movie, pretending he was just over at a friend’s house for the night and everything was actually just fine.

Making himself comfortable on the couch, Danny eventually got around to pulling his own bat burger from the bag and unwrapping it. They had gotten it with the idea that he could try it, and if he felt sick Jason would finish it and make him something else. But as Danny bit into it he found in the moment he didn’t care if he ended up sick from it. Technically it had been almost three months since he’d had a good hamburger. And while he’d been unconscious for most of that time he still felt like this was the best thing he’d eaten in a long time. Alfred’s cooking was great, but it had still been rather mild compared to the juicy meal. Jason just chuckled and hummed in agreement when Danny made a noise of delight, reaching for a few fries as the movie started.

It was a good distraction for as long as the food lasted. And even after the meal was finished Danny eventually ended up wedged up against Jason and half buried under a blanket, staring at the tv screen with a half lidded gaze as he tried to keep from thinking about anything in particular. It wasn’t quite as blissfully comfortable as the couch in the manor study, but it still brought a sense of peaceful comfort that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he would be okay. Maybe he would handle it better this time than the time before that the literal ghost of time had to pop up and make him correct his mistakes so some evil version of himself wouldn’t exist in the future. It was already pretty different this time anyway. He had more friends now. And his sisters and home realm friends were still there. And also Vlad was nowhere to be found, so it wasn’t like he could give himself a corrupted power boost by eating the man’s ghost half. That was a plus. Probably. Danny felt bad for even considering it was a good thing Vlad was gone for good now, but he tried not to dwell on it long. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. After all, Clockwork and the Observants-

Danny suddenly shot upright with a gasp, thoughts cascading into his mind as he remembered a series of facts he once thought were disjointed suddenly became potentially connected.

“What’s wrong?” Jason asked, immediately concerned and wondering if he needed to grab a bucket.

Danny took a second to respond, the jumble of thoughts in his head needing a moment to settle before he could figure out how to make words with his voice. “Nothing,” he dismissed, but realized that was obviously not the case, so made himself elaborate a little. “I just realized Dani doesn’t have a reliable source of ectoplasm. I’m going to have to figure something out, I don’t want her to be tied down to me,” he rambled, running a hand through his hair and trying to calm himself down. It wasn’t a good idea for two people to be relying on one person’s energy anyway. “Didn’t… Did someone say before that Raven could access the Infinite Realms? To get some? Do you think she could teach us?”

Something felt a little off about Danny’s response, but the words he said made sense and made it hard for Jason to act on his subtle gut feeling of wariness. They would need another source of ectoplasm, for both of the half ghost kids. And Raven was the one that had gotten the last supply…. Perhaps Jason would just go along with what Danny was thinking for now, and just make sure he didn’t get himself into too much trouble. “... Yeah. I can text Damian to contact her,” he offered, grabbing his phone to do just that.

“Could she start it tomorrow?” Danny asked, twisting to look at Jason, and then adding “The sooner the better, right? And it’ll give me something to do other than wallow in despair.”

Another weird comment, but Jason just made note of it and followed along. “Sure. Makes sense. I’ll see if they’re available after school.”

“Thanks…,” Danny bid, flopping back down. That would give him more than enough time to sleep even though it was already well after midnight. And it was true that he would appreciate having something to do other than get lost in his head. He was already starting to feel better now that some ideas on actions were forming in his mind. Tomorrow then. And for tonight he could just enjoy the simple movie about rich people's problems. “...This is a good movie, by the way.”

“You know it,” Jason huffed in agreement.

Tomorrow will be better

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I had Staying by Koda on repeat when writing this one.

I feel like I forgot how to draw because I ended up in a hyperfixation just writing for like a week straight and didn't draw for that time X'D Totally stole Jason's apartment layout and colors from Wayne Family Adventures.

I'm excited for the next part BD

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A Hermit tattoo/plant shop socmed au-

Part 9:

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Cleo’s never felt so nervous.

As she walks down the street towards Moss Magic she keeps her eyes on her phone, unread messages staring back at her.

Her boyfriend is not one to ignore her. She knows something must have happened in order for him to act this way. His cryptic tweet solidified this theory even more.

Opening the door, both Lizzie and Pearl’s heads whip towards her. Their eyes wide with worry and fear.

“Cleo!”

It’s Lizzie who speaks first

“You need to talk to him. He went in there with Etho and then when he left he locked the door and told us to go away!”

They fear if they speak right now it won’t be anything helpful, all the anxiety bubbling inside them threatens to be released in a less than kind way. She chooses to save their words for Bdubs.

Nodding they walk forwards towards the office, she raises her hand to knock.

“Go away Lizzie!”

Her brow furrows, chancing a glance behind her the other two simply look back at them with sad expressions.

“It’s not Lizzie. It’s Cleo. Can I come in?”

There’s a moment of quiet and then shuffling footsteps and the click of a lock. Cleo takes this as an invitation and opens the door.

They are met with a beautifully decorated office lush with plants and fairy lights.

It screams Bdubs.

Speaking of Bdubs, the man himself is sitting on the couch that takes residence by the office window. He is staring out of it with a look of contemplation on his face.

“Hey Dubs.”

He turns his head towards her, mouth fitted in a hard line. He looks so unlike himself at this moment. Bdubs is always smiling and happy.

“He kissed me.”

This takes Cleo by surprise. They love their boyfriend more than anything but the man is anything but forward. It took Etho over a month to understand Cleo’s flirtatious advances.

Cleo walks over to the couch. Sitting on the opposite end she speaks.

“Did you not want him too?”

Bdubs face shifts, he sighs.

“Of course I wanted him too. I wanted him too so bad Cleo”

“So why did he run Dubs?”

Bdubs closes his eyes and leans his head against the back of the couch.

“He said he shouldn’t have done it and left as soon as it happened. He didn’t even take any of his freakin stuff with him!”

It’s then Cleo notices the pages of tattoo designs scattered across the table.

Designs she’s very familiar with as Etho has spent months perfecting them.

She reaches forward grabbing one of the sheets.

“Did he tell you about these?”

Raising his head and sitting up, a small smile appearing on his face, Bdubs grabs another sheet from the table.

“He was so nervous.”

He chuckles.

“He told me he’s been working on these for awhile and that he didn’t want me to feel pressured to actually get them tattooed but that he wanted me to at least have them.”

Cleo smiles.

Bdubs runs his fingers gently over one of the lines in the design he holds.

“I told him that they are so beautiful. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen him design before. He took his mask off. He was smiling so wide Cleo. I know I was staring.”

They look at each other. Cleo can see where this is going.

“And then he leaned in and kissed you right?”

“Yeah. At first I was shocked but I kissed him back. It lasted for a bit and then the second we broke apart he was gone.”

Cleo reaches forward and grabs Bdubs hand.

“He’s scared.”

Bdubs brow furrows.

“Why? I'm not gonna do anything he doesn’t want me to.”

“He’s scared because he loves you.”

Bdubs eyes widen almost comically.

“He-he does?”

They nod.

Bdubs looks down, not making eye contact, he asks.

“And. Um. Do you?”

Cleo smiles.

��Do I what Dubs?”

He looks up at her now.

“Do you love me as well?”

Her smile widens and she leans in closer.

“Bdubs. I'm so in love with you, Lizzie and Joel got so fed up with the pining they tried to make us jealous in order to get us all together.”

Bdubs begins to laugh. They join him in the laughter for a few moments before shuffling impossibly closer.

“He really does love you Bdubs. We talk about it all the time.”

“Then why’d he get scared and run?”

“That is something you’re gonna have to talk to him about. I can’t speak entirely for him.”

Bdubs nods. Before looking up and into Cleo’s eyes.

“You said you love me.”

“I did say that.”

“So. Can I do something?”

“What exactly do you want to do?”

“This.”

He leans forward and joins their lips together in a soft embrace. They kiss him back with vigour.

The kiss lasts for what could have been hours but really was just a few minutes before they pull apart from each other.

“You’re good at that.”

Cleo can’t help but kiss him again then. A chaste peck that has him chasing her lips.

“You can do it as much as you want later. Now. We have an Etho to find.”

She’s up and offering him a hand before he can say anything more.

They leave Moss Magic, waving to Lizzie and Pearl on the way out and set out towards Cleo and Etho’s apartment.

Walking hand in hand down the street Cleo senses Bdubs nerves.

She hopes Etho isn’t spiralling too much.

Gosh she hopes he’s even at their place.

Whatever awkward and uncomfortable conversation awaits them when they do eventually find Etho will be 100 percent worth it if the resolution is more Bdubs in their lives.

They think that with her two boys by her side she could handle just about anything.

-

[bellaxgiornata]

random jax thought that i must unleash:

a marilyn monroe ‘Happy Birthday Mr.President’ moment with jax?? i feel like that man would lose his mind tbh

Ohhh! Please unleash any and all Jax thoughts you have! And okay, I read this ask from you the other night and I've been thinking about it nonstop because it gave me another thought, so let me add another little layer onto this with a little headcanon of mine--singing happy birthday to Jax in lingerie.

HEAR ME OUT. I have a strangely strong belief that Jax has little experience being able to appreciate actual lingerie, not just a sexy bra and panties set. Think about it--the man never really did relationships after Tara left just after high school besides marrying Wendy. And Wendy probably spent her money on drugs and alcohol instead of legitimate lingerie because why the hell would she? I'm guessing most hangarounds at the clubhouse weren't dressed in lingerie beneath their clothes because it just doesn't seem logical (and that shit is expensive). Now, maybe some of the pornstars from Caracara could've had some sort of costume or something he'd enjoyed, but considering how we've seen them in 'the morning after' scenes in the show, I'm guessing they wouldn't really be wearing any lingerie, either. Most of Jax's sex is just spur of the moment, which just doesn't go hand in hand with dressing for it, you know?

So I'm throwing some headcanon thots on this out below the cut (clearly 18+ like everything on my blog). It's also an idea I want to explore in far more detail in my Jax fic All That I Can Give with my ex-prostitute!Reader who works at Diosa. Because I just want Jax to have some fun with lingerie, alright? I genuinely believe he hasn't had the pleasure of something so simple.

Jax is not the kind of guy who would make a big deal out of his birthday. In fact, he probably forgets it every year. And the guys at the clubhouse probably do, too. It comes and goes like every other damn day to him and he doesn't even think twice about it.

Except you do. Because you wouldn't forget his birthday. You've been planning an evening at home with him when he's finally done dealing with club business for over a week now. And maybe it's not some massive birthday party that you're throwing for him, and you don't have any expensive gift to give him, but you do have something you're wanting to do--surprise him with lingerie.

You're already dressed in it waiting in the bedroom when he comes home, a nervous excitement flooding you the moment you hear him cut the engine on his bike before you hear the front door open a minute later. And then you hear Jax's usual "Where you at, baby?" greeting you from down the hall before you call out from the bedroom.

The moment Jax sees you sitting on the end of the bed, legs crossed in the sexy number you have on with a cake in your lap, his entire demeanor shifts. The tension and exhaustion from his day just disappears from his body instantly and a devilish grin spreads across his mouth instead. His eyes slowly and openly rake over you in clear approval because "Goddamn, baby, where did this little thing come from?"

And when you tell him you bought it just for his birthday, making him sit down on the bed as you set the cake aside on the dresser--where, let's be real, it's going to be forgotten for quite awhile--Jax is practically salivating as his hands keep pawing at you. He's grabbing at your ass and your thighs, your breasts and your back. His eyes don't even know where the hell to focus, just continually roaming all over you as he thinks about how he wants to have you first in that damn thing.

But when you start singing happy birthday to him, sitting down in his lap on the bed, neither of you give a shit whether you can actually sing well or not. Jax is already half-hard, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he waits for you to finish--but he can't even manage that. You don't even get all the way through singing before he's spinning you on his lap to straddle him, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of you like it's the first time all over again.

You can damn well guarantee you won't be leaving the bedroom for the rest of the night. Jax is going to have you over and over in every goddamn position he can fold you into just so he can appreciate every angle of your body in that lingerie set. "Fuck, baby, you're not taking this off tonight. I'm gonna fucking ruin you in it."

[hwaslayer]

wildfire (cs) | 14.5

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 1k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, some crying, pretty short conversation but it's lowkey intense? just hella tension bruh lol

⇢ POSTDOC | YR 3

San sees his breath in the air. It's cold, everything feels so fucking cold and it aches his bones. He adjusts his beanie and digs his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket while heading down the steps of the stadium. He sees Yunho sitting on one of the bleachers, also wearing a hat and a thick jacket. 

It makes him sick to his stomach to see him after everything, but San knew he needed to get his word in.

Step by step.

Right foot.

Left foot.

He feels numb regardless of the steps he takes, the inhale's and exhale's. Shit still doesn't feel real.

San doesn't say anything when he plops onto the bleachers, giving some space between him and the man he used to call his bestfriend, the one he trusted his entire life with. They sit in silence for awhile, both avoiding contact until San lets out a sigh and breaks the air first.

"Why don't you just say what you need to say so we can get this over with?" Yunho sighs shakily and fiddles with his hands. It was Yunho's idea to meet up because he felt the need to talk to San in person, yet here he was, initiating the conversation.

"San, I just wanted to say sorry." He finally looks at him, his eyes bloodshot red. Tears threatening to escape.

"Sorry? Did you ask to meet thinking a sorry could fix something?"

"No, I know it can't, but you deserve to hear it—"

"I didn't deserve to hear it in the first place!" San's voice is raising and he's barely been here for 5 minutes. He knew he shouldn't have agreed to this, but deep down, there was part of him that believed something could be salvaged with his bestfriend.

Anything.

But, here they are. They can't even look at each other.

San doesn't even know what to say to him anymore.

"San." Yunho starts tearing up when he sees San trying his hardest to keep it together.

"Out of all the people, Yunho." San can barely even manage to spit out. "Out of all fucking people. It could have been anyone else, yet it had to be Iseul." 

"Look, I know I can't explain this and there are no excuses for this. But, you didn't deserve any of this and I wish I could've done better as your bestfriend." San swallows thickly and shakes his head, letting out a short scoff.

"You were there for everything." Yunho finally turns to San. "You were there when we got through school together. Stepping in as postdocs together. You were there when I first saw Iseul, you were there when I grew feelings for her, when I wanted to make things serious." San pauses and meets his gaze. He isn't sure if he feels angry at him, but he knows the wounds hurt like hell and it only seems to be getting deeper every time he continues on. "You were there when I proposed, you were there at our wedding as my best man." Yunho's head drops and nods. "You were there when things felt distant, you were there when I felt like me and Iseul kept arguing with no end in sight."

"I know, San. I'm sorry. It’s all so fucked up—” He repeats. 

"It is fucked up. Especially when you're here to witness everything completely fall apart, too.” San chokes on his own words. "Except you're the reason behind it all."

"It shouldn't have happened. W-we were never planning on this, it kinda just spiraled and—" Yunho finds himself trying to explain with anything, even though he knows he can't.

"It shouldn't have happened, but we're here! So, now what?" San looks at him. "Now, what?" He scoffs. "It's so sad because I was hoping to at least have my best fucking friend if things were ever to fall apart with her. I would have never guessed I'd be losing you, too."

"I want to be here for you, and I want to fix things."

"Why do you and Iseul think there's anything left to fix?" San says lowly. "I only agreed to come here so I could tell you directly that we don't need to be acquainted with each other anymore. You can keep all your fucking 'sorry's' and we can go our separate ways. We can go back to being strangers because that's more than perfectly fine with me." There's a small pause, awful tension floating in the air. It feels awkward, stiff. 

Wrong. 

And San wants out.

"I want nothing to do with you. Nothing. I'm just.. done with this. Don't text me, don't call me for anything. Delete everything. Anything we had was severed when you took that step with Iseul. I don't care who started it first. You both left me out of the equation so easily and to think you two were the company I kept around me all this time."

"I'm so sorry." Yunho repeats over and over again. He cries into his hands and San feels his own lip trembling. His head drops, the tears follow. 

"You're not." San shakes his head. "Would you have been the same way had I not walked in that night?" Silence. "Yeah. Goodluck to you both." They both don't say anything before San gets himself together and stands— no longer wanting to be near him, no longer wanting to linger in this energy.

To be reminded.

To be told over and over again that they were sorry, when he knows they aren't. How can they be? 

At the end of the day, they're still here. There's no patching his relationship with Iseul no matter how many times she tries to come back. There's no home, there's no safety. There is no Yunho. There's no bestfriend to rely on when times get rough. There are no more good times. There are no more parties and outings together. There are no more late nights talking about life and futures together.

And it's all so, so painful.

Because losing his bestfriend fucking hurts, too.

In the end, they're still here.

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[magpie-22]

This took forever and also kinda ended my life!

My brain REALLY Didnt want to finish this so this is what you guys are getting

As always, this is for the fic “The Heinz Dilemma” by @electricalhuzzah

I do still really like it though! it turned out very cute! Bill needs more therapy I think, but he must settle for Mabel Time

Mu dumbass really thought I was going to fully animate, fully colour, and add full lighting to this thing. Keep in mind I have NEVER animated before? I dont know who I think I am

I was going to add a little bit more, but lost the sparkle so heres a description of what would have been added:

[Mabel finishes nails]

Mabel: Ta-da!

[Bill wipes tears]

Bill: Hey, these look really good

Mabel: I know right!

[Bill admires his new beautiful nails]

Mabel: What would happen if we pierced your ears?

[Bill’s face lights up]

End

Do you guys see the vision??

Anyways! I hope you all enjoy this little meal, its been cooking for awhile, I hope it suffices!

[kittenscookie]

A.U Luke’s been to happy. Give him more trauma, make angst of the boy pleaseeee

*Throws Snippet At You*

Tiny nails dug into the god's hand as Luke attempted to claw his father's fingers from around his wrist. When that didn't work he bit him, sinking little fangs into his arm as hard as he could. Hermes couldn't help but wince. Physically it didn't hurt but Luke…He'd never looked at him like that before. His child had never looked so angry and scared while in his presence. When Luke realized that wasn't going to work either he screamed in frustration before going back to punching and slapping as hard as he could.

“Let go!” The child yanked and squirmed in his hold. A few passersby stopped to stare at the commotion and Hermes' cringed, “Let me go!”

“Luke–”

Luke's eyes were squeezed tight but his father could still see the beginnings of tears in the corners of his eyes, “I'm not going back! You can't make me! I'm done, I can't—!” The boy choked on the beginnings of a sob. His heart broke.

He brought his free hand up to squeeze the boy's shoulder, kneeling down to get on his level. “Luke what's wrong? Tell me what happened, why don't you–?”

“You can take care of Mom!” Luke deflated the moment the words left his mouth. Finally breaking into violent sobs, his little body shaking with the fiercity of them, “You can take care of Mom, I'm done! I–I can't—” he shook his head as hard as he could, falling to his knees and into the god's arms “—I can't anymore! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry!”

Hermes swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he pulled the child into a tight hug. He pressed his nose into messy hair, breathing in the scent of ink and leather that clung to all his children but Luke especially. He couldn't speak for awhile, words would never be enough to express his remorse for how badly he'd fucked up. But he had to say something, “It's okay, it's not your fault”.

“Papa, I'm sorry!” The boy let out a wet cough, face bright red and soaked with tears, “I'm sorry, I can't Dad, I'm sorry!”

“You have nothing to apologize for”, Hermes didn't keep track of how long they sat there on the sidewalk, but by the time Luke’s sobs finally pittered off into shaky hiccuping inhales two buses had come and gone. The god let out a long sigh, gently wiping the child's tears with a thumb.

“Do you–…” He tried to smile but it was small and sad without an ounce of joy, “Do you want to get ice cream?” The boy stared at him with tired hazy eyes, contemplating. Eventually he let his cheek fall to his father's shoulder and gave a jerky nod.

After ice cream, he'd take his son to the park. After the park he'd book a hotel room because chaos knew where the child had been sleeping up until that point. As Luke showered, washed his hair, and put on his pj's he'd order a pizza and put on a movie for him. Then he'd watch the child nibble on his slice, unable to speak.

Luke had started up on his second slice when Hermes finally managed to find his voice. “Luke?” The boy turned to him, “It…It wasn't your job to take care of May, I didn't mean to make you feel like it was”, he didn't look like he believed him, Hermes wrapped an arm around the boy's shoulder. “You're a child Luke, we're adults—your parents. It's our job to take care of you”.

Luke looked down at his half eaten slice of pizza, picking at the crust “…But mom is sick”.

“…She is…”

The child looked up at him, “She can't take care of me”. The god sighed.

“No Luke”, the words felt like a betrayal, “She can't”.

[seventeenmisaki]

doubts

word count : 2,061

timeline : march/april 2023

“step aside! move out of the way!” a bodyguard shouts while other guards try to make a path for seventeen to get through. misaki is bombarded with questions and hears cameras constantly clicking from reporters.

they leave the venue after finishing the press conference for “fml.” misaki swallows hard and looks at the ground while walking. there are so many people present, and the crowd intimidates her.

misaki follows seungkwan, who holds her hand as they get through the crowd. then, jun wraps his arm around misaki’s shoulders. “just a few more seconds. we’re almost to the vans,” he says to her.

like jun said, they reach the vans within seconds. misaki climbs into the back, sitting next to woozi. seungkwan and jun climb in to sit in the row in front of them while a guard slides the door to the van closed.

“you okay?” woozi asks once misaki’s settled into her seat.

she huffs out a breath. “yea, i’m okay,” she answers while putting her seatbelt on. woozi pats her shoulder, and they smile at each other.

“that crowd was a bit worst than usual,” jun comments, “more reporters for sure.”

“you guys handled it well though. i don’t think anyone expected that today,” your manager compliments from the driver’s seat. “okay, let’s get you guys where you need to go.”

“today was stressful,” misaki says before sighing. she lays on the floor in the practice room.

“because everyone was focused on you again?” dino asks her, also laying on the floor next to her.

misaki had been practicing alone after the press conference until dino showed up after his schedule. the two of them practiced for the comeback for awhile.

the girl is still on edge after the press conference. the entire event overwhelmed her. reporters had more questions for her, and it felt like the press conference was for her again instead of the mini album.

“yea. i guess the idea of a new person joining is too bazaar. it’s not like i’m an alien or anything,” misaki replies. she sits up, “do you think everyone will like me?” she asks dino, looking over at him.

“who wouldn’t? you’re so cool and amazing,” dino answers and sits up. he scoots over to face her. “there will be times that suck, but no matter what, we’re happy that you’re with us. those six months of discussion didn’t happen for no reason,” he reminds her.

she smiles, “thanks.”

“no problem,” he says before getting up. “come on, let’s practice before we get scolded tomorrow at the shoot.”

all of the performance team members have been helping misaki with learning the choreography for the comeback. lots of hours have been put aside, but she’s enjoying every second in the studios. normally, misaki is good at memorizing different routines, but she has a lot on her plate since her debut is more than just appearing on stage.

“watch your feet. don’t cheat the steps,” dino says to her as he watches her go through the choreography by herself. “do it again,” he instructs. she starts dancing again, fixing her steps and trying to be as clear as possible with her movements. dino smiles, “good. keep going. good. watch your arms. oh, wait. stop.”

dino gets up and turns around to face the mirror. he starts showing the correct move to misaki, and she realizes her mistake.

“oh, like this then?” she asks and dances to the section of choreography.

“it’s your arms that look weird,” dino says and grabs her arm to straighten it so it’s parallel to the floor. “don’t let it flop down so much.”

"but what if i wanted to flop around like a fish?" she asks him.

dino and misaki stare at each other before they start laughing together.

"you're ridiculous."

the two practice together for a few hours before heading home for the night. a staff member brings them home with misaki being dropped off first.

once misaki makes it to the dorm, she goes inside and locks the door behind her. she turns the lights on and checks her phone to see if anyone has contacted her.

she notices a few texts from the guys and staff members. most of them are reminders and some random things, but she replies to all of them.

afterwards, she takes a shower and eats a quick snack since she isn’t too hungry yet. with nothing to do, she lays on the couch, thinking about the music video shoot.

we film the music video tomorrow. that's crazy.

it’s finally happening…

misaki picks her phone up and calls the entire seventeen group chat. she’s unsure of who would pick up but patiently waits for someone to answer.

“hello?” jeonghan answers.

“who called? misaki?” wonwoo asks.

“hi!” hoshi greets.

“yea?” dino speaks.

“that’s how you greet us?” jeonghan asks dino.

“well, misaki was the one who called, and i did see her like forty minutes ago,” dino replies. “anyways, what’s up?”

“are you okay hyunjin?” jeonghan asks her.

“i’m fine,” she says. “i just…i just need some advice,” she claims.

“advice?” hoshi questions.

“for tomorrow?” wonwoo asks.

“tomorrow, and honestly, everyday moving forward,” she answers. “you guys have been doing this for a long time. i’ve never been in the spotlight before.”

hoshi seems to finally get what misaki is talking about. he sits up from laying on the floor at his house. “well, you’ve already experienced performance things since you were a backup dancer. you’ve been going to schedules and interviews, and you’ve handled them well,” hoshi says to her. “you’re in a different position than we were when we debuted, but you’re probably feeling the same way we did. nervous? anxious?”

“i don’t know how i feel. i guess…it just feels surreal,” she says while sitting up. she moves to sit on the floor and leans back against the front of the couch. “yea, i’m not sure how i feel,” she says with a laugh.

jeonghan chuckles, “you’ll be fine. you won’t know what to expect until you’re in the moment, right? so just take everything in as you go.”

“and don’t overthink and freak yourself out. you don’t want to stress yourself out,” dino adds. “you have all of us, so you’ll do just fine. the scheduling manager made sure that someone’s always with you too,” he reminds her.

“misaki, do you want someone to spend the night with you? maybe hanging out with someone will ease everything. it’s not that late right now. one of us could come over,” wonwoo suggests.

“no, it’s okay,” she replies. “i’m just going to eat dinner and watch a show or something. i have to get up really early to get my hair dyed and pictures taken.”

“well, don’t stay up too late tonight then,” hoshi says to her.

“yea, if your status is online, i’ll tell s.coups,” wonwoo adds.

"hey...that's just mean..."

after the call ends, misaki makes dinner for herself and meal preps since she has a lot of things going on during the week. on the kitchen counter, empty containers are lined up and each of them are packed with food.

“maybe i should eat this instead…it looks really good,” she speaks to herself while putting a pan into the sink, intending to wash it later. “that one looks good too. should i start a youtube channel?” she ponders and looks the the containers again.

“misaki!”

"AH!"

misaki jumps when she hears someone call her name. she turns around and sees hoshi standing at the kitchen island, laughing his heart out at misaki’s reaction.

“don’t scare me like that!” she yells at him. “what are you doing here?” she asks while putting down a pair of chopsticks.

he shrugs, “i wanted to hang out with you. i brought some drinks,” he mentions, holding up a plastic bag. he has a duffel bag slung around his body. “i’m gonna spend the night here too,” he adds, “i need to wake up early so it’ll be easier to leave from here.”

misaki realizes that hoshi is here because of the phone call. “you didn’t have too…” she says to him.

the tiger shrugs, “i was bored too,” he says nonchalantly and takes his duffel bag off, placing it on the floor against the wall in the hallway.

“did you eat yet?” misaki asks him as he walks into the kitchen.

“i ordered food,” he answers and places the plastic bag on the counter. “what’d you make?” he asks, peeking at the containers that misaki had set up.

“nothing special,” she says and starts putting the lids onto the containers.

“well, i’m going to have a bunch of food, so save whatever you were planning to eat tonight for another day,” hoshi says to her.

“are you sure?” she asks and he nods with a hum. “oh, okay.”

“bring a few containers with you tomorrow. i’ll eat one during our break. can’t let your hard work go to waste,” he says and pats her head before opening the fridge. he puts the containers away in the fridge for misaki while she starts washing the dishes. “need me to do anything?” he asks her.

“no, i got it,” she answers, “you can watch tv if you want. i use vernon’s accounts.”

then, both of them hear the doorbell ring. “oh, my food is here. perfect timing,” he says and leaves the kitchen. hoshi unlocks and opens the front door, “thank you for being my food.”

"why did you order so much food?"

hey, that sounds like—

"hey, don't judge me now. i ordered a lot for all of us," hoshi replies.

"my little angel~"

misaki turns her head and sees jeonghan and seungkwan standing in the hallway.

“what are you guys doing here?” she asks in disbelief.

"last time i checked, someone called an hour ago asking for some comfort," jeonghan says with a grin.

"the others are on their way," seungkwan mentions.

"the others? you mean everyone?" she asks.

suddenly, wonwoo pops his head into your view, "didn't you look at the group chat? everyone said they would come over,” he mentions.

"yea, the8 hyung even said he wished he could get on a flight right now to come over too," seungkwan adds.

”really?” misaki looks around the kitchen but doesn’t see her phone, “i’ve been cooking. i don’t even know where my phone is.” she turns the sink off and dries her hand with a towel.

"do you need anymore help in here?" seungkwan asks after he puts his stuff down.

misaki shakes her head, “i just need to put some things away.”

mingyu walks in with bags of takeout, “hey, i thought someone was gonna help me,” he says and huffs out a sigh.

"bring it over here. i’ll set up the food," hoshi says while some of the guys bring the food into the living room. “misaki, do you have a table?” he asks.

“there might be two of them here, but i’m not sure,” misaki answers.

“i’ll look for it. you go over there,” seungkwan says to her.

after everyone arrives, they hang out in the living room and most of them eat dinner. some of the guys sit on the couch while everyone else sits on the floor. there’s a bunch of takeaway containers along with utensils from the kitchen because there weren’t enough disposable ones.

“alright,” mingyu says, putting his arm over her shoulders, “let’s talk.”

“talk about what?” misaki asks.

"did you forget that you called us?" jeonghan asks again.

"how are you feeling about everything?" s.coups asks her.

"oh...better now. jeonghan's right, i won't know how i feel until i'm in the moment," she replies. "i just really don't know how to feel. the anticipation is getting to me.”

"you're a great performer, just like us. you know that you'll be able to do this, and we'll be there every step of the way," s.coups says to her. "we got your back," he adds with a smile, putting his hand on her head to ruffle her hair a bit.

she nods. “thank you all for coming over. it really makes me feel better.”

"of course, it's been awhile since we've hung out here," joshua says.

"we'll do anything for our makane after all," dokyeom says with a grin.

next : “super” mv filming

return to masterlist

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Feelings on Xicor and DB AF as a whole!

Posting a thread I had back on Twitter here, though I'll be expanding on a fair bit since I have MUCH more room to breath so, let's get into one of my favorite subjects in this fandom, AF fan culture!

The fandom in the 2000s is really fascinating to me as someone who wasn't "there", the show and manga were 100% DEAD, there were only games that retold the same story from Z to GT during that time and yet because of a certain localization that was happening the fanbase was kinda thriving, constantly making new stuff. There was ZERO actual new story content and yet the fans just took it upon themselves to make shit and keep that flame going! New transformations, endless sagas, whole multi work fan manga that just spawned from a dead series that happened to get an English Dub with a different soundtrack.

Arguably at the center of most of this was this guy right here, XICOR, third son of Goku and the main villain of AF (or at least, it's first arc.). People talk about how a character like Xicor is rather boring and yeah that is true, the character of Xicor is boring, but it's not he himself that's the fun part, it's what he represents that makes him interesting!

He's undeniably fascinating if ya think about it.

His design? Ripped from a fan form. This pic is from like, 04' if I recall correctly and it's not even a new character, it's Goku in Super Saiyan 9. That's why he has Goku's Gi but green, the spikes are there cause apparently it's a dragon form??? Who'd have thunk it eh?

His character? Basically every villain that came before him and then some, a high and mighty powerhouse with an ego to match. Eager to take the throne atop the universe where his father supposedly sat as West Kai had told him. Ruthlessly evil to his core and merciless, in other words, very generic.

His backstory? A hodgepodge of several different fanfics from around the same time that combined into what we know now. The illegitimate third son of Goku, born of West Kai and Goku's DNA because she had taken his blood (or seduced him depending on the fic!).

It's just endlessly interesting what he represents, he feels less like a real character to me and more like an icon. Something that embodies DB's OC culture and general fandom in a lot of ways, whether the fans would admit it or not, he's a mainstay in this fandom that won't go away. No matter how far removed we get from that era.

And that's not even getting into the story he's attached to, or rather the concept. DRAGON BALL AF, After Future! Or perhaps it's April Fools? AF is never concrete. It could be anything and everything. It's far beyond what it originally was, beyond what the creator of that "SSj5" image intended. Hell, it's not SSj5 at all, it isn't even Goku! But as far as the fandom is concerned, that didn't really matter.

What had originally began as one fan story, one image really, eventually became something that would define basically any Post GT story line. A lot of them having similar elements with wildly differing execution, from Goku's third son to Cellbuuzer or any manner of unholy creations one could dream up in their heads.

I think to some degree everyone involved in spreading the idea around knew it wasn't "real" but there's something insanely cool about how it became this big community fan project with ideas anyone could use in their own stories.

I honestly can't speak to the quality of AF Origins cause I've never read it myself but Toyble and Jiji's AF Doujinshis are probably the most well known versions of the story aside from maybe PGV's take, but I can't speak on that either cause it's insanely long and it's lore is.. complicated to put it lightly.

Toyble's version of the story takes the Xicor premise and runs whole hog with it, the majority of Xicor's agreed upon characterization is found here and the action is a damn fun read if you're into this kinda thing.

The real highlight is probably the art and what little bits of humor are present, it feels very Toriyama like at it's best and I've no doubt it's why he landed a job doing official work.

It's a darn shame that it never truly finished but the ending we did get was kinda sweet and I'm more than happy with that.

Jiji's AF is a lot longer and has the benefit of actually being finished, with multiple arcs that are quite fun. The highlight is probably the story with Marble and seeing Goten, Trunks and Uub handle a threat on their own.

The last arc being a repeat of the Shadow Dragons is not my favorite conceptually and their designs even less so but it's really nifty to see everyone handle their own Dragon so, I give it a pass.

Both are rife with heavy amounts of ripping shots from the original manga and tracing in some instances but I can't say I'm too bothered by it. As they're still fun to see as real takes on AF in some form. There's definitely better fan manga out there but these are the ones I wanted to highlight.

There's so many more fun and bizarre things from this era of DB's fandom history that I wanna highlight and go in depth on but I'd be here for a million years if I did so I'll leave on this:

I honestly believe there's no fandom that's like Dragon Ball's, Sonic's fandom is close, but that was never a dead franchise. This fandom can be annoying, offensive and quite unfun sometimes, but I adore it at it's best. It's a wildly interesting ride I'm happy to be part of!

[yogsandchaos]

To further elaborate because I know getting Philza to roleplay in any serious manner is uh, nearly impossible, here's how I would play it up

DreamXD having a lot of confrontations with Philza where Philza dismisses him or makes fun, the bathos is the point to show that Philza is not taking the threat seriously even when everyone else is like "bro??"

Start leaving weird messages in books for Philza, ideally secretly recruit Kristen to help with the wording which I don't think is impossible because Kristen seems to like being a little troll so this might be up her ally at least a bit, Philza will take this a bit more seriously perhaps because wife but still overall dismissive.

Ideally Technoblade should have some idea something is starting to go wrong, have him try and point out that maybe they should take that loser god a bit more seriously, after all, a god is kinda a government, maybe they should go kill god? Have weird things start happening to Techno because Techno goes hard and deeper into roleplay and would then rope Philza into it more.

Technoblade dies, yes I know, i know, but have his death be total absolute bullshit, something that shouldn't have counted, DreamXD takes revenge and takes away the only person Philza actually cares about. Ideally I'd want some parallels to doomsday, maybe Philza demands answers but gets himself quoted back to him, this should feel like Philza's doomsday equivalent.

Philza's upset but also he's basically the goddess of death's malewife, so while he was willing to let wilbur be in "timeout" still thinking that Kristen is in charge of the afterlife and wilbur is basically just grounded, he goes to contact her to be like "hey i think there was a mistake can I have my best friend back"

no response, he tries again, maybe the signal was too weak? it's been awhile and its a new server maybe it just needs a bit more power, he tries again, if you ever listened to The Adventure Zone it's like the scene where Kravitz desperately tries and fails to contact the Raven Queen.

DreamXD taunts him about his wife, maybe he shows Philza a vision of Techno and Wilbur in limbo, how Wilbur is suffering clawing at the walls, and I don't know what Techno's limbo would be, maybe being utterly deaf as he drowns in blood? I dunno that might be a bit much.

Philza now has a reason to engage as he tries to contact others for help because he's going to need a team for this, he realizes while the Syndicate is down to help, no one else trusts him and actively dislikes him. Philza has to come to an understanding with the people he's wronged.

Ideally Tubbo gets to have a few killer lines but also others like Jack or Eret, especially Eret honestly. Eret as the last remnant of an actual government even if his crown was hollow going "i will not give aid to someone who has never once actually given it but instead only brought more death"

Tommy is the one person who actually reaches back in a genuine way, because Tommy, betrayed and hurt by philza and techno a million times is still Tommy, he says he's just doing it to help wilbur, but he's lying he cares still about Techno and everyone. Tommy continues his symbolism of being the manifestation of L'manberg.

This bridges the gap and gets more of the server willing to help because dammit even if they say they hate him, Tommy is good at causing chain reactions because if Tommy's in then Quackity is in and if Quackity is in then Sapnap and Karl are in and it just spirals out. Reinforcing the idea that the heart of the server is the bonds people make. He doesn't have to be a main character beyond this for it I know people get a bit frustrated with always Tommy, but he is definitely a catalyst for Philza getting the server to at least hear him out. Though I feel with his connections to Techno and Wilbur he should probably be at least a prominent secondary character if not a main one.

From there we got puzzles and dramatic roleplay of uncovering the mystery of where the life system came from, why the afterlife is like this, where is kristen, and whats up with the revival book in the first place. Honestly this could have been very fitting as the final arc of the dream smp, you could tie a lot of stuff like the egg into it, have a lot of canon deaths and people entering the afterlife themselves.

Then by the end, everything is restored, the life system is abolished, all who died are returned, there's a heartfelt message about the power of bonds and community, a balance is struck between anarchy and democracy.

and it ends with everyone working together to repair the doomsday hole. L'manberg is gone, and it can never come back, but something new can now grow where it once was, the ground no longer salted, the bridge was burned but now it's being repaired even still.

Just to spitball perhaps a counsel is created, one of equal standing between all members, to ensure corruption is not held and and to oppose if another member becomes corrupt. The start of a new system. Techno is elected to it both as a show of how far he's come as well though he immediately throws all the responsibility onto Ranboo because he doesn't wanna do paperwork. Puffy can be elected onto it, I feel like Quackity thinks he's going to be but instead it's Slimecicle and he acts all upset but he's secretly really proud of Slime.

Then there's a party and Tommy puts on one of his disks and Techno is like "You know I didn't say this earlier because I didn't want to be rude, but man Mellohi really just sucks so bad, this is really the music disc you were willing to kill over? Mellohi Tommy??? I can understand Cat, but Mellohi??" and Tommy is like "AH C'MON" as everyone agrees that Mellohi is kind of a crappy disc actually

If there was one plot point I would explore with dsmp if i was allowed to change one thing it would be what the fucks going on with the afterlives and how that connects with philza being literally married to the goddess of death, like, limbo is so horrific in the dsmp, death is a horrible place and we never really get an answer to why or if its permanent or if they can move on or anything, the most we ever got was updates that yes, ghostbur is still in a hurt no comfort fic.

Which with a character so heavily linked to a goddess of death, feels like it should have been explored more! Like Philza why does your wife have your son in the fucked up torture train station afterlife? Can you not...do something about that? What's going on. Why are the ghosts separate entities from the actual dead souls? Why is everything about death so damn confusing?

Hell you could go full Ianite on it and have a whole arc about trying to find her to fix shit. Maybe you could actually do something with DreamXD for once. Maybe you could even incorporate how people have lives now when they didnt at the start into some like, disease or corruption. Death is so fucked up in the dream smp for like, no real narrative purpose besides more angst. They should have given Philza an arc of realizing something was seriously wrong with the concept of death here.

[sorunort]

now it's up to you

*makes you imagine the following notes of For Good after reading that*

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[the-oracle-of-the-lost]

hey Gallifandom – i want to write some Gallifrey quotes in calligraphy to decorate my bedroom wall. anyone have any suggestions? (preferably quotes that are like a sentence or two long.)

[muselexum]

( waking up one morning after 18 months of hiatus and finally getting the spark™ to freshen up ur rp blog )