#I got a bit carried away

[demetera-kaziaik]

Hair and beards

(Bonus Rob under the cut)

Stone took a 2 week vacation and he decided to cut his own hair, safe to say it's not going well

[sachart]

Replacements

Tony Garcia and Lester Hashey for @blood-mocha-latte !

[julesart04]

Remus as a knight! ✨🌙

[project-sekai-facts]

Pspsppspspspsp…,. Any weird facts on how sekai works? Specifically wondershow if you can, but from what I know is that in general sekai will kick you out forcibly if your phone dies, school sekai has no daylight cycle, wondershow has a Victorian ages style library, empty sekai is so big you can get lost in it, and street sekai has a city

Okay I'm going 100% Wonderland SEKAI on this because I can and I have some stuff scheduled already about general SEKAI lore. And because holy shit Wonderland SEKAI is interesting.

Without further ado, 8 facts about Wonderland SEKAI...

Under the cut due to length

This doesn't display well on the desktop dashboard I apologise for that.

Wonderland SEKAI fact #1: KAITO might have been stabbed.

This is all the same magic show, just three different references to it (and a minor inconsistency that Tsukasa gets told about it twice). These are from an area conversation, Miku's Wonderland SEKAI 2* story 1, and KAITO's Wonderland SEKAI 2* story 1. Either KAITO really is that flexible or Virtual Singers cannot die. This probably applies to all SEKAI not just Wonderland but I just wanted everyone to know about KAITO getting stabbed.

Wonderland SEKAI fact #2: Miku seems to be younger than the members of WonderlandsxShowtime.

In an area conversation, KAITO says he thinks Emu would be the oldest if she and Miku were sisters. However, in this conversation he seems to be mainly referring to personality, so there is a possibility that Miku is still her standard age of 16 and just acts younger than she is. That said, the ages of Virtual Singers do vary through other SEKAI (particularly School), which adds a bit more evidence for this fact.

Wonderland SEKAI fact #3: Plants are sentient.

They're alive. They talk. They sing. They have conscious thought. Alice in Wonderland type shit. (Sources: KAITO's Troupe Positions Open 3* card stories, @/pjsekai_eng's translation of 4koma #72)

Wonderland SEKAI fact #4: Wonderland SEKAI is the only SEKAI with distinguishable inhabitants (not counting Virtual Singers)

While the Stage SEKAI has audiences that come and go, we don't know much about them and they don't seem to have any defined personalities or characteristics (it may be an instance of leaning on the 4th wall). Wonderland SEKAI is inhabited by plushies and puppets, all of which have their own individual personalities and free will. KAITO believes that these may be plushies that Tsukasa played with and performed shows with as a kid. You'll see this again in a bit.

Wonderland SEKAI fact #5: Since everything in the SEKAI is pulled from Tsukasa’s psyche, not all the plushies are based on shows he wrote as a kid

For example, Usa-chan. She seems to be based on a younger version of Saki, where she was more sensitive and would need cheering up a lot. Obviously connecting to Tsukasa's main drive being making people (specifically Saki) smile.

One more notable example is the cat and dog plushie from Full Power! Wonder Halloween!. The dog plushie is very obviously meant to be Tsukasa (it even has a star on it), and the cat is Rui (and it has cameoed in his cards a few times). In the event story, Tsukasa and Rui had an argument due to Rui holding himself back after a stunt gone wrong, and the cat and dog plushie have a very similar conflict, albeit the cat plushie representing Rui is much more aware of it's feelings.

KAITO's A Chat With The Lost 4* card story shows him making a different (although possibly the same, the story contradicts itself) pair of dog and cat plushies resolve a conflict and open up to each other. Yet again, the plushies very obviously represent Tsukasa and Rui.

TLDR: Tsukasa's feelings and experiences work their way into the SEKAI in real time through the form of plushies.

Wonderland SEKAI fact #6: Oh yeah literally everything in the SEKAI reflects some aspect of Tsukasa.

I find it interesting how KAITO tells Rui that he should go and talk to Tsukasa about it but then to Emu and Nene he gives a more confident answer. It's a nice little detail that ties into Rui's character (read: he didn't have a lot of friends at this point).

Linking this back to the previous fact, it does seem like the other members of WxS do have some influence in the SEKAI, specifically over their plushie equivalents (since the cat plushie has the exact same internal conflict as Rui that Tsukasa had zero knowledge about at the time). The power of friendship I guess.

Wonderland SEKAI fact #7: Wonderland SEKAI manifests as a response to Saki asking Tsukasa why he wants to be a star.

But that doesn't sound quite right, does it? It's stated constantly that SEKAI are created by strong feelings, and this is true in all other stories (Ichika thinking about how she had drifted apart from her friends, Minori reminding herself to never give up and keep aiming to be an idol, An's declaring her dream while Kohane wished she had one, Mafuyu's depression and longing to find herself). So it really sticks out that Tsukasa's SEKAI is formed by this:

Sorry about the wiki screenshots

There's not really any strong feelings here... In all other instances, the SEKAI are formed by a concious desire for something, and yeah okay, Tsukasa seems to want to remember why he wants to be a star, but at the same time it doesn't seem hugely important to him (not pictured but he drops the train of thought just after this) and the SEKAI isn't born from that anyway. The SEKAI is born from the feelings that he was trying to remember, which implies that the SEKAI was formed by his subconscious.

Further supported by Miku immediately picking out the correct reason for him wanting to be a star in chapter 3 of WxS' main story.

And in the Opening chapter of the same story where KAITO explicitly mentions that the SEKAI is nostalgic to Tsukasa, suggesting that he knows exactly what Tsukasa has forgotten. Tsukasa himself had noticed that it seemed nostalgic, although he denies it when KAITO brings it up.

Oh and then he somehow manages to remember everything by the end of the story and like I'm not a psych student but that doesn't seem right? Honestly from what I do know about psychology the situation sounds like a repressed memory but it doesn't sound 100% accurate either? I dunno, maybe it's just fantastical psychology coming into play (it probably is).

Regardless of all of that, it implies that you can somehow form a SEKAI through subconscious/repressed feelings which is really interesting actually.

Anyway they're probably never going to elaborate on any of that in the game because...

Wonderland SEKAI fact #8: the game goes out of its way to not tell you Wonderland SEKAI lore, and if it does tell you, it's usually not clear

For example, this area conversation. KAITO doesn't tell them directly and we never find out if they learnt the answer.

Or this area conversation (very abridged) where KAITO doesn't even know the answer.

Or the fact that Rui still hasn't had that talk with Tsukasa that he said he would have in KAITO's 2* card. Or that KAITO isn't 100% certain about the things he says about SEKAI. How do more plants grow in Spring? Does the Wonderland SEKAI have a plant lifecycle or do they just never die? How is Miku seemingly derived from Emu despite having existed before Tsukasa had ever encountered Emu? (I know Kohane and An hadn't met either but Kohane was at least watching An's performance. Miku actually mentions "others" in the Main Story Opening which means there's some more weird fate shit going on. The power of friendship I guess.)

The other SEKAI have their quirks explained (for the most part) but everything in Wonderland SEKAI kinda just exists and is never really explained beyond "it's something from Tsukasa's psyche". I mean there's stuff from other SEKAI that isn't explained but it just seems like there's a bit more here.

I mean you can infer a fair amount of stuff just from Tsukasa as a character but I want the game to talk about it to make my life easier I have a fact account to run I need evidence. Tsukasa please be less emotionally constipated, sincerely, mod.

If you made it this far I'm sorry.

Love is stored in the WxS KAITO <3

Bonus Wonderland SEKAI Fact #9: this is a mistranslation and KAITO should be calling Tsukasa the top star-to-be and not himself. Poor TLs aside KAITO does seem to be like, Tsukasa's "ideal self" for lack of a better description. Also Len takes traits from Rui while being a foil to him, MEIKO takes some traits from Emu, Rin is a foil to Nene, Miku seems to be a mirror character to Emu but don't ask how that works and Luka is derived from ???

[thatotherman001]

Art Dump Trade Doodles for @joofie404

[yueebby]

hiii i hope you're doing well :> i read your onsen fic a few days ago and i was thinking about what if (as the reader slowly starts gaining feelings for gojo) she sort of flirts with him like "i think i did a good job on today's mission, where's my kiss?" and then he gets shocked?? shy??? "what i gave you one last time didn't i?😒" hshfhfjsj it's kinda stupid but anyway im new (and nervous) so ill just send this an anon 😣

no bc anon if reader did this gojo would lose his ABSOLUTE MIND. he definitely never expects you to flirt back, so when it’s you asking for a kiss his heart speeds up to a dangerous rate and his face is red and is he sweating???

you’re slyly smiling up at him, eyes blinking up at him as you utter, “satoru i deserve a kiss, don’t i?”

gojo let’s out a shaky breath, his focus honed on each inhale and exhale or he thinks he will forget how to breathe. don’t you know what you’re doing to him? he couldn't help but wonder if you were aware of the impact you were having on him.

your finger traced a slow, tantalizing path toward your lower cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips. if suguru were present, he would have mocked gojo for his current state – staring at your finger, grappling with the fine line between reality and his own fantasies.

you're tapping your foot impatiently at satoru who seems lost in a trance, "if you're not gonna give me one, i'm sure shoko wouldn't mind-"

"oh im doing it!" he's blushing furiously and you want to break into a giggling fit at the great gojo satoru reduced to a flustered mess.

but rest assured, he is the one getting the last laugh though, because he makes sure to make the kiss painfully loud and wet.

he even asks if he can kiss your lips next.

your rejection is a bit hesitant, and gojo is certain that next time he will be able to kiss you properly.

[onthevirge]

Closed Rp with @pattxnsanders

Virgil knew it was a bad idea to stay and fight the pro-hero that had caught him fighting another low level villain. He was already close to the limit with his quirk before trying to fight the fire based hero Heartburn. He ended up having to flee the fight after the hero got a good hit on him, causing control of his quirk to slip and his strength to leave as the panic he was projecting surged back to him double what he was projecting. He knew he was too far away from his own apartment to make it before he passed out either from his injuries or from the panic, so he started the walk through alleyways and backstreets to his best friends apartment, putting the parts of his villain costume in the bag he carried with him until he was just in a slightly charred long sleeved shirt and ripped jeans. He climbed up the fire escape to his friends apartment balcony to avoid any people in the building. It had taken him about an hour to do what would normally be a 20 minute walk so he simply thudded his forehead against the balcony door as he tried to control his breathing, hoping his friend was home and had heard the thud as his panic started surging more.

[judgejackie]

[day 12] doodles I did throughout the day during exams

I’m a bit silly, these were things that just popped into my head at the time. 🥰

[idontknowreallywhy]

Estera - Ch 23 - Jump

Ok, I lied. I accidentally finished another chapter.

Have been looking forward to this one for a while 😁

What went before

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He spotted the gap in the hedge and pulled into the small car park, stopping the car a little way away from a huddle of harnessed and helmeted people gathered at the back of a van. He’d assumed from the limited message he’d received Estera was attending some kind of social event, but this looked a lot more like an Activity of some kind… given the proximity of the sheer cliffs this part of the coastline was famous for, perhaps abseiling?

Quite chunky harnesses for abseiling though.

He couldn’t quite spot her among the group and hoped he hadn’t come to the wrong place. Pulling at the sweater to make sure it was definitely hiding the waistcoat, he left his warm but completely inappropriate tailored wool coat in the car and walked as casually as he could towards the van. One helmeted head snapped around as he crunched across the gravel and he felt a rush of relief which partly but not entirely overcame his uncharacteristic self-consciousness. She gave a tiny wave and mouthed “two minutes” before turning back to focus on the person giving instructions. Scott paused where he was and watched as the briefing seemed to finish and the group sprang into action to unload a series of tightly wrapped silk bundles from the van.

His jaw dropped. He knew what those were. Estera turned back and caught his eye and he pointed to the edge of the clifftop and raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. She nodded and grinned slightly maniacally. Then beckoned him over.

He drew alongside and murmured “I thought you weren’t a fan of heights?”

“Just airplanes” she whispered back. “This way you get the rush without needing to get into one. Just, err, don’t mention it to the school kids.”

He chuckled. “Not going to lie, I’m quite envious.”

“Don’t you do this kind of thing all the time? Given your day job?”

“Not for fun. It’s hard to enjoy the moment when someone’s trapped or injured or something and they are waiting for you.”

She looked thoughtful. “Give me a minute.”

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“We have a rig spare though don’t we? Robin hasn’t turned up.”

“That doesn’t mean we can just let a randomer jump, Tez, you know that. He’s not done the training.”

“He’s done this kind of thing a lot, though, for his job.” She looked round to see Scott happily chatting to a couple of people and suddenly realised that maybe he wouldn’t appreciate losing his anonymity right now. So she fudged it. “He’s in… outdoor pursuits” she invented rapidly “really extreme stuff. In, uh, Australia.”

“Unless he can show me a qualification… the insurance company would string me up if something happened.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

She knew the disappointment was showing on her face and the wheedling was beneath her. She wouldn’t usually push, but… she glanced back over at Scott… she had a sense that he might need this as much as she did today. Mentally slapping herself for being outrageous but ploughing ahead anyway she pulled out her best puppy dog expression and watched Gary crumble.

“He’ll have to go tandem. I’ll take him. And he needs to do the E-learning first.”

“I’m sure that would be fine!”

The stocky instructor approached Scott who stood to attention, being about 8 inches taller than Gary she could see his reaction over the shorter man’s head. Estera could guess the order of conversation from his open-book facial expressions - the grin and sparkling eyes would be in response to “you can jump”, the slight frown probably meant the news that he’d have to go tandem had been delivered and the hastily suppressed cringe was very likely indicative of worse news re the e-learning requirement. Scott nodded seriously, said something she couldn’t hear and accepted the offered tablet, immediately starting to read.

“Tez!”

She jogged over.

“When he’s finished that you brief him on the geography. And get him kitted up.” Gary looked pointedly at Scott’s very-much-not-BASE-Jump-Association-approved trousers and sighed pointedly. “At least his shoes are alright.”

Scott was sat on the footplate of the van, studiously focussed on the iPad but she was sure he blushed slightly. Gary marched off to oversee the setting up of the jump point.

“In fairness I have done far crazier things in similar trousers.”

She tried and failed to suppress a snort of laughter. “I’m sorry… I’m sure if you told him who you were he’d let you do what you liked.”

Scott smirked. “I did consider it. But… he’s not actually wrong. I don’t know any of your equipment, we do a LOT of training with ours. I don’t know the jump site and it isn’t as if I can scan it to get the data to an HUD. It would be pretty awkward if I misjudged and ended up a greasy smudge on the Devonshire coastline… given the day job.” He jerked his head in the direction Gary had disappeared in “Apparently the paperwork would ruin his week.”

Estera spluttered and he grinned up at her. “Just promise me you won’t tell a soul? I’ll never hear the end of it if Gordon or Alan find out. Anyway TEZ…” she screwed up her face at the awful nickname and he winked “aren’t you supposed to be briefing me?”

She pointed at the iPad and tapped her foot. He shrugged.

“I can take in both. Go ahead.” The last two words had a certain… commanding quality to them. Which she guessed made sense. Given the day job.

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“John. I believe there might be a Situation with Scott.”

John nearly inhaled his crème d’oursin and was halfway to his feet before his brain engaged. It was entirely possible he was catching the smotherhen from Scott. Penny had of course remained composed and asked EOS to elaborate.

“Certainly, Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward. I have been monitoring the life signs at the coastal location his rental vehicle reached. There are 16 life signs and I believe one represents Scott Tracy and another is highly likely to be Estera Hermaszewska.”

“Is he injured?

“It appears not, John.”

John placed his cutlery down delicately. “EOS… why? I haven’t asked you to monitor him. In fact I believe Scott specifically asked you not to do so.”

“Scott asked me not to monitor his vitals and location via his personal comm unit. He did not make any reference, positive or negative, to remote monitoring of his vehicle and its environs.” The AI’s voice had a petulant edge to it.

“Reference spirit of the law versus the letter of the law”

A few seconds passed.

“Oh.”

“You still haven’t explained why you are monitoring.”

“I am interested in the development of human friendships and believe Scott Tracy and Estera Hermaszewska would make an informative study. I am simultaneously monitoring three weather fronts, a wild fire in Peru, a developing coup in a Eurasian separatist state and I have learned 14% of the rules of cricket.”

“Still going on the cricket, EOS? It’s been a week?”

“I am determined to master it, John. It is the only sport where my understanding remains incomplete.”

John nodded and glanced at Penny who had been holding her napkin to her lips for rather longer than necessary to wipe the non-existent food residue from her face.

“Dare I ask what the Situation that concerns Scott is, EOS?”

“Yes, John.”

A pause. He clarified:

“What is the Situation, EOS?”

“All 16 life signs appear to have fallen over 100 vertical metres from the clifftop to the beach, John. All 16 remain viable and highly mobile which is anomalous in the circumstances.”

John frowned and ran a quick search on popular outdoor pursuits at the location. Then nodded. And sighed deeply.

“EOS, you need to stop monitoring Scott. He won’t thank you.”

“But John, what about…?”

“The only cause for concern here is that my eldest brother has found a friend as ridiculous as he is.”

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Scott leapt back in surprise and cursed loudly as the frigid water did its best to give him immediate frostbite.

Their harnesses and other equipment had been abandoned along with their shoes just above the tideline. The thrill-seeking group were dealing with the adrenaline comedown by rolling their trousers above the knees in order to sample the waters of the English Channel in late April. Which was clearly a lot closer to the Arctic Circle than his knowledge of geography had previously suggested.

He mock-glared at Estera who was unflinchingly shin deep in the gentle surf and doubled over laughing at him.

“Can’t we just jump off the cliff again?”

“I thought you lived by the sea?”

“Not this kind of sea!” Oops that was edging closer to a whine than he was proud of. Come on Tracy, man up.

He edged cautiously back to where the waves lapped over the pebbles and gritted his teeth to suppress the shudder as the nerves in his toes gave up and died on the spot.

“Last night I went for a swim and it was 72 degrees…” he quickly converted “about 22 Celsius.”

“Aaah this would be about 10.”

That figured.

“You should come back at Christmas, it’s tradition to swim in it on Boxing Day, sometimes we break the ice to do so.”

“Yep, I’m increasingly convinced the British are insane.”

She kicked icy water at him. He shrieked in an incredibly macho way and responded in the only way a self-respecting Commander, CEO and Responsible Big Brother could:

Competitively.

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[lenreli]

Day 21 - “Yeah, right”

[AO3] Wanted to try out comic/show swap since @alexxuun’s art. 

Hob groans, sitting up as he looks around, irritation rising as he stares at the flat plane of existence, blues and pinks thrown across it like paint. Great, he thinks sarcastically, thinking of the essay he was marking ― he was on a roll even, and now he’s ― at some bullshit, rage simmering under his skin as he walks along, and there’s a familiar― 

Not so familiar, as Hob stares at the flame coat, the paper-white skin, as Dream ― not his Dream, as this other Dream comes up to him, and Hob tilts his head up, looking up at the wild hair, even more than the Dream he knows, the black, starry eyes. “You’re not,” he says.

“Neither are you,” this Dream says, eyes raking over him. “You waited,” Dream says, and ― Hob can spot it right away, the ego this Dream has as he steps closer, a hand coming up to his jaw as he’s looked at like prey, like this Dream― 

“I did,” he says, relaxing into the cold hand, because this Dream expects, because he waited, because he’s devoted, and so this Dream would see him submit ― and perhaps he might even do so, under other circumstances, when his rage isn’t rolling inside, and Hob thinks that he should go back to that underground fighting ring again, as he imagines kissing his Dream in The New Inn, and the other Dream’s hand on his jaw digs in. 

“I could treat you better,” this Dream says, kingly arrogance in his tone. Yeah, right he thinks derisively as he looks up under his lashes as Dream pulls him closer. 

“Could you?” He asks ― and there’s a peculiar feeling, like encroaching, something he can’t define as Dream kisses him, and he falls into the kiss easily, thinking of the red lips of his Dream and not the colourless ones kissing him, and Dream’s fingers tighten on his jaw, bruising, while the other’s arm goes around his waist.

“I will have you only thinking of me,” Dream growls, pulling him flush against him, and Hob happily goes along with the kisses, his hands going up to wild hair, then going down to take off the flame coat, staring at the revealed black tank top in interest. “My Hob, so devoted,” Dream says, pulling him down to the strokes of paint of wherever they are ― and the split-second feeling of something happens again, as he sits on Dream’s lap. 

So soft, so devoted and defanged, Hob resists rolling his eyes, because surely the Hob that this Dream knows has done all the same terrible, abhorrent things he’s done ― and he kisses Dream, chaste at first but slowly getting more dirty just to shut him up. He considers as he whimpers into it, the arrogance, the ego he could easily spot from this Dream, much like the Dream of the past hundreds of years, as Dream’s hands stroke his hair.

There’s only the sound of his breathing, of fabric rustling as Dream lies down on the floor, cold hands touching under his shirt as Hob kisses him, grinding down on the hardness he can feel against his cock. The feeling ― hard to define, but knowing it’s there appears again, and looking up, hidden by his hair, he can see a familiar pair of boots, his Dream’s, and another pair of shoes, black and shiny, making him think of back in the ‘80’s. This Dream’s Hob? 

Dream’s hands trail to his waist, making their way to his lower back and Hob sighs into the kiss, and in a swift movement, Dream’s hands are in one of his hands, slamming it on the floor above Dream’s head and Dream spasms, black eyes wide as they stare up at him, clearly not expecting this to happen. “Dream,” he sighs again, feeling the deity wriggle beneath him and he crushes the other’s wrists lightly, feeling a whimper beneath him before Dream stops. 

“What is―I am a king―” This Dream growls and Hob smirks. 

“And you’re far from the first king I’ve fucked, so save the pearl-clutching for someone else,” he rolls his eyes, other hand going to the leather pants, undoing them swiftly and pulling them down as Dream keeps trying to escape from his hold. “Poor Dream, expecting some easy, submissive lay when I’m not really in a mood to be like that,” he says, grinning meanly, leaning down to bite into Dream’s mouth as his other hand brushes past Dream’s hard cock, two fingers going inside the other’s entrance easily and Dream cries. 

“Hob,” Dream sobs, “you are―my friend,” is mewled against his mouth, and Hob looks up, seeing the figures of the other Dream, his Dream, still as a statue, and the other Hob, hair rust-coloured and with a matching grin on his face before Hob looks back down.

“Sure, but the arrogance you have isn’t gonna make me roll over just because you thought it should be like that,” he breathes, stretching Dream’s inside, slick and leaking for all of his words, as Dream lets out shattered moans, slowly pressing back onto his fingers. “So, here’s your choices, my liege. Either you come on my fingers, or my cock, but choose quickly, unless you want me to decide for you,” he growls, pressing into Dream’s prostate before pulling the fingers out so he can add another. 

Dream’s clothes disappear as the other’s cold body roll into his fingers, and Hob looks up from miles of white skin to see that there are tears in Dream’s eyes, and he raises an eyebrow, twisting his fingers cruelly, satisfied at the way Dream arches into it, other’s cock leaking absurd amounts of pre-come. “Your cock,” Dream says quietly and Hob nods, stretching Dream more, and adding another finger before leaving, and Dream whines, bereft as he opens his jeans. 

This Dream is ― cold, when he enters, feeling slick walls as Dream whines, bucking into him, eyes wet as they stare at him. Hand now free, he grips Dream’s hair roughly, pulling his head back as they kiss and bite into each other’s mouths, “there’s a good Dream,” he whispers, and Dream ― and the whole plane shudders as he fucks into the other, more focused on his own pleasure than Dream’s, who shivers underneath him as he comes. 

“Please, please,” Dream begs, arching into him desperately, and Hob’s afterglow turns straight into mean satisfaction at the lack of arrogance in Dream’s voice, at the way Dream allows himself to be fucked, at the high moans as he uses his softening cock, pulling up Dream’s leg to change the angle to press into the other’s prostate, and everything becomes blurry, indistinct as Dream comes with a wail. 

The next thing he’s aware of, he’s at home, the essay he was still marking in front of his eyes as he stands up, feeling the same wetness that was in the other’s entrance in his pants as he looks around. Blinks in surprise to see his Dream, still as a statue, face red. “My friend! Kind of busy at the moment. Marking, y’know,” he smiles, gesturing at the essay and Dream ― nods, somehow turning even redder. 

“Of―of course,” is all that’s said before Dream disappears.

[thesunhatesme]

Phantom and Aurora running an undercover tiktok account where they pretend to be on tour as a ghost cover band. They use their masks as to not reveal that they’re actually ghost

They film little day vlogs, morning routines and just funny videos. They do these dance videos in parking lots and try to get everyone to join them. Phantom, Swiss and Aurora are all very good at dancing, Dew is good but he pretends to be bad at it because he’s embarrassed of it. Mountain is surprisingly good at dancing actually and he’s the best to make videos with because they get lost in the dancing and it always ends with them dancing in the parking lot and him lifting them up and spinning them around, it makes them feel so special.

They definitely have a little series called “tour bus pranks” where they do little stupid pranks to everyone on the bus and film it with hidden cameras. They once put soap in the toothpaste

Oh and they also pretend to be ghost fans and watch falling compilations of the others. The other hate it because Phantom and Aurora has never fallen on stage. Phantom’s favorite is Swiss falling off his stage and Auroras favorite is Dew falling and just staying on the floor laying down

[youreamonocoque]

do you think my lecturer will accept a 12k essay rather than the 1k essay we're meant to be producing about art and politics?

[gaypiratesandangels]

the straights really don't understand Asteroid City

[actual-changeling]

okay but what are the leading theories on why aziraphale had to do the apology dance in 1941?

was it that evening? did they get drunk and go back to talking about what happened at the church just for crowley to pull out some argument along the lines of "i told you not to try being a spy you're shit at it"?

it's 3 am, they're high on wine and each other's company and the adrenaline of the evening. crowley has long but taken off his glasses and cocks an eyebrow in a way that is both teasing and challenging.

"fine, you were right."

"oh, really?"

"my dear, i really don't think there's any need for-"

"the apology dance, yes. i think there is, angel." and crowley is smiling, a real, affectionate smile, and for heaven's sake, aziraphale has also never been good at denying him anything.

so he gets up and immediately has trouble finding his balance but manages a very wobbly version of the dance. he lets out a tiny giggle during the final flourish and follows it with a breathless you were right.

crowley stopped breathing about five minutes ago and his grappling with his slipping self control because for hell's sake, aziraphale has no right looking as brightly beautiful as he does and it's driving him insane. his angel falls onto the couch instead of settling back into his chair, and crowley grabs their glasses and follows him (he always will, no matter what. he'd fly all the way back to heaven if he asked him to).

"one day it'll be your turn, dearest" aziraphale says, and his gaze is so full of something crowley does not dare to name that he has to look away. his cheeks are burning with the very same something and the new term of endearment that slipped past aziraphale's lips.

"never, angel. i don't do the dance."

and if for the rest of the evening they sit a little closer together than usual, brush against each other without pulling back, and crowley eventually drifts off with his head on aziraphale's shoulder - well, no one needs to know.

in hindsight, it's almost funny how wrong he was about not just one but two things.

or maybe it was an entirely different situation. thoughts? :)

[the-white-soul]

Karelle

(Kara) "By the way, when are we going to arrive?"

(Noelle) "Soon. Hey, um, what did you think of Noelle?"

(Kara) "What do you mean?"

(Noelle) "Well, my sister is usually kind to most people. Was she kind to you?"

(Kara) "One of the nicest monsters in the multiverse. *Sigh* You never realize what you've got until it's gone. Sometimes, I dream about me and her still together, laughing and saving worlds together."

(Noelle) "Yeah, keep going. I want to hear about my sister being happy with you! *She thinks* Please don't stop. I love to remember and fantasize with you. I want, no, I need memories to help me. Continue, please."

(Kara) "With what?"

(Noelle) "I feel like it's better to let it all out. Please tell me more."

(Kara) "You're right. Sometimes, in bed, I dream about how we kissed for the first time. Her lips are as sweet as her personality."

(Noelle) "*Whispered* Yours as delicate as a sunflower."

(Kara) "What was that?"

(Noelle) "Nothing."

(Kara) "Why do you act so weird with this? Are you feeling uncomfortable? If you are, please tell me."

(Noelle) "Nope, I feel fine. She thought, Don't stop. Never stop."

(Kara) "If you say so. You're not, into this right?"

(Noelle) "Who do you think I am?"

(Kara) "Sorry, I know how much you loved your sister. I'll continue. I loved her more than anyone before. Her beautiful red nose, how she would stutter, and if I could see her again. I would kiss and hug her until I die."

(Noelle) "She thought, I already do, my love. You are the sweetest thing that's ever happened to me. I will tell you one day. Even if it means we're together for a moment. One kiss is all I need. She closed her eyes and in her mind just hugged and kissed Kara."

(John) "We're here!"

[house-on-sand]

"and you! stop talking about me like i was some kind of growth in a petri dish! i'm not your boy, i'm not his boy and i'm not "the" boy! my name is... is... damage... damage is the only name i have left."

grant emerson, damage (1994) issue #15

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