#I keep meaning to make a tag for this. I think I have a few times before

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters Make Food for You

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Maddie, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, kissing, making food, teasing

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A/N: I already wrote this on my old blog but now is a good time to re-write it.

Jinx knows how to cook pretty well, surprisingly enough. Or maybe not so surprisingly given how she's always the one making things and experimenting. However that also means she might make some really weird meals.

It's something you'll have to deal with if you're with her and might have to develop a strong stomach. She already has it because she grew up in Zaun and ate a lot of different things. For you she wouldn't recommend some of them yet and she will try her best to make something that you'll like. And she won't get too offended if you don't eat her cooking right away.

"I made ya some breakfast, ta-da! It's a little sticky but don't worry, eat your fill and I'll clean up the mess later. Don't look at it like that, it might not look pretty but I promise ya it's so good. I could eat this every day. I hope I'll get to eat it together it with ya every day, sugar."

Vi doesn't know how to cook because she never had the opportunity to learn. The first few dishes are bad, like really bad, almost burn the toast and eggs type of bad but Vi she isn't the kind of person to give up. She'll keep trying until she gets it right.

There have been times where she did burn things and she won't let you eat it since it's not right. She wants you to have the best of the best, even if she didn't. Might get a little distracted when you're in the kitchen with her so she prefers to cook by herself even if you're there with her. Regardless of how many times she gets it wrong she at least wants to learn to cook your favorite.

"Yes, this is burned toast but this time it's not my fault, it's yours. Well you're the one who walked in here looking all cute and distracted me. One kiss is all it takes if it's from you, sweet stuff. Sit down and let me do this right and if you do you'll get something sweeter than this."

Caitlyn knows how to cook really well. She did grow up with people doing the cooking for her however she was curious and wanted to learn how to do it on her own. She's a very hand-on learner, now she can use some of her skills to make you happy.

She gets up really early anyways so she might as well make breakfast for the both of you. The first time she brings you breakfast in bed she thinks your reaction is cute, the way you stare at her, eyes wide and drooling over the food. For her it's not odd to have breakfast in bed. And if you stick with her you'll get used to her pampering you. Be sure to tell her how the food tastes.

"Good morning, darling, I brought you something. See, I didn't just brag about my cooking skills, this is me showing you I can cook. Showing off? Suppose I am a little bit, it's not my fault you didn't really think I would bring you breakfast in bed."

Maddie can cook some dishes but she can cook them well. Her skills aren't anything impressive but they don't need to be because she can get take out too. But she is more than happy to share what ever she makes with you.

She falls back on take out more often than she would like to admit. However not when she invites you over to her place, then she will put her best foot forward. A lot of that is because she wants to impress you hard, but it also gets her to work on her skills either way she wins. She keeps looking at you very intently while you take that first bite. Thankfully she doesn't seem to do a bad job if your smile is anything to go by.

"I'm not weird for watching you eat, it's called being smitten, gorgeous. Anything you do is interesting to me, you know that by now. This isn't empty flattery. I already got you to eat my cooking, I don't need to butter you up at this point."

Ekko isn't the best cook out there, he will be completely honest with you. While he does know the basic things you can't really expect anything fancy. If anything he focuses more on the dish being filling than tasty.

The thing about him cooking for the two of you is that he can only do it on his free time, which isn't a lot. Therefore he wants to make it a bonding activity. A cute date of sorts, mostly in the late evening when the rest of work is done. Sometimes he will try to surprise you but its hard when his living space isn't that big and everyone knows everything in the Firelights. The gesture counts.

"There wasn't much time so it's pretty simple, but at least it's your favorite, Firefly. No, I actually finished the new project, I had extra time to kill. Please, don't thank me! It seemed only right for me to make you something after you cheered me up this morning."

Vander knows how to cook really, really well. He kids to raise, and he was on his own for a very long time, he had to become a good cook. Plus he makes awesome drinks, being a good cook was a bonus skill for him.

He's always the first one to wake up and start the day in the Last Drop and he always makes breakfast for everyone. Not just breakfast but every meal, his kids need to eat a lot, there's always a little left over for later. Even if he feels a little sleepy himself he at least wants to put something on the table. It's the dad instincts in him. And husband instincts, hopefully.

"Don't ya even think about sneaking up on me right now, darlin'. I've got a pan full of sizzling hot oil in my hand, I don't want it all over us. Hugs are fine, I always love ya being close to me, but keep your hands to yourself. We both know ya get handsy in the morning."

Silco didn't know how to cook before he adopted Jinx, since then he's had to learn. It wasn't easy but now he does know a lot and he can impress the woman he's dating. Now when you stay over you can expect good for for your date, and good food when you wake up.

When the dating gets more serious he lets you help him cook, but until then he pretty much does it on his own. Jinx will go nowhere near the kitchen alone, not after that one explosion. He does have a list of recipes that he makes the most. And a few that he made up. Sometimes ingredients are hard to come by so he needs to improvise.

"Pass me the flour would you, love? This time I will follow the recipe, yes, the last time there was a bit too much sugar in there. I know you liked it but it's not the healthiest thing now is it? Fine, call me a worried dad, I know you think it's attractive."

Sevika isn't able too cook that well, she never was, she always liked others cooking for her though. However when you tease her about it she takes it as a challenge. And you know damn well that she doesn't back down from a challenge.

Curses a lot when she messes up, though you can bet that she's not gonna let food be the thing that beats her. When you walk into the kitchen it's a mess which will take a while to clean up. But at least she managed to make the dish this time and it's quite good. For her hard work you give her a very passionate kiss and that just makes her wanna work harder. That's the best reward she can ask for.

"One kiss for at that work, doll? I think I earned myself a little more than that, maybe you on the table instead of all this food. Yeah, I know it's gonna get cold, you're right. Can't let all this hard work go to waste, but when we're done we have to work all that food off."

Viktor doesn't have as much time to cook as he could if he worked a bit less. Not that his skills are award worthy but he can make a few things, at least in his opinion. Give his cooking a chance.

When he was a student in the academy he had to learn how to make quick meals and that is where most of his strength is. Just very simple dishes but he knows how to make them well. There are times when he himself forgets to eat so he makes sure he gets a good meal when he can. If you're part of that that's even better. Having you eat his cooking makes cooking more fun.

"If you think cooking this is so easy then you make it will you, beautiful? Ah so now you like it, I see how it is. I'm just kidding, I love making food for you when I can. But if you want to make it yourself please let me do a taste test first. I promise to be brutally honest, just like you are with me."

Jayce has absolutely no skills in the kitchen unless you need him to fix or build things in there. He knows this too and will admit it right away. Trust him he is much better in science than in cooking food.

That being said he will join you in the kitchen when you cook. He takes an interest in it because the way you cook makes his mouth water. When he learns about what your favorite food is he wants to lean how to cook it. However he does this in secret because he wants to surprise you. Sure enough he's able to get the biggest smile out of you when he presents you with your favorite meal.

"I learned it secretly, all for you, babe. Well I am quite good with my hands and I enjoy working, that was just another excuse to learn. Of course I don't have an ulterior motive for it! But if I did... and if it was kissing... would you kiss me for doing a good job?"

Mel is actually an amazing cook and knows a ton of recipes. Including your favorites of course. Do you really think she'd invite you over and offer you nothing to eat?

It's been a long time since she had to cook for anyone but herself but she's not bad at it at all. She has high standards when it comes to good food specifically because she holds herself to high standards. It doesn't matter how simple or complicated the meal is. When she invites you over and offers to make you food you better believe you're eating good that night. Not strictly food either.

"Beloved, slow down a little, the food isn't going anywhere and neither am I. We have all night. Every time I make food I do so because I want to enjoy a good meal, and you should too. And please be careful, I don't want you to choke, on the food that is."

[marsdql]

𝘾𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Pairing: Boyfriend!Softdom Heeseung x Girlfriend!Fem Reader

Synopsis: You thought you and your boyfriend were about to go to sleep, but it looks like heeseung had other plans.

Genre/warnings: smut, excessive use of petnames, fingering, little fluff, overstimulation, p in v, I mean.. anything else you think smut is about. | wc: 1.1k

𝙈𝙖𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: this is my first time doing smut so…. Please leave a comment on how I did! + I’m thinking of making a tag list so lmk if you wanna be apart of it<3 + Running out of ideas so don’t be afraid to request anything! ˖⋆࿐໋

Heeseung was leaning on top of you while you were on your back. He is cutting your cunt open with two of his long fingers. He asks, "Do you think you can take another round?" and you slowly nod. Your lip is tucked between your teeth as your entire body trembles in anticipation of the stretch. You scream when Heeseung slowly inserts a third finger into your dripping cunt. You exhale, "F-fuck, I feel s-so full." "Yes, darling? With a deep and ravenous voice, Heeseung responds, "Just wait till you have my cock inside you." He keeps fucking you with his fingers until your stomach tightens and your body twitches. As Heeseung curls his fingers into you, you let out high-pitched groans that push you over the edge. Your entire body trembles as your orgasm tears through you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Heeseung sits up and licks his fingers clean after taking them off of you. He grabs a few loose hairs and tucks them behind your ears. He asks, "You think you are ready for my cock, Angel? You did so good for me."

you nod eagerly, and heeseung goes to push you back down, but you stop him. “l-let me try, please.” a blush coats your cheeks as you look up at your boyfriend. Instead of arguing with you, Heeseung takes off his clothes and switches places with you so you can sit on his lap. Still sensitive from your orgasm, you shudder a little at the sensation of your heat resting against his cock. Heeseung coos at you, "just go slowly, baby, you got this." and you give him a gentle smile before grabbing his penis. Heeseung flinches at the sensation as you pump him several times. You lift your hips, bringing his cock slightly into line with your entrance. Given how enormous your boyfriend's cock was—both in length and girth—you knew this would be difficult. Even though you knew it would be difficult, you really wanted it.

You gently press his cock's head into your moist cunt; the stretch is already very painful. You groan, "a-ahh," and grab Heeseung's shoulders. His hands easily locate your hips, assisting in your stability. As you attempt to sag down a bit more on him, your head hangs. Your tight cunt is squeezing his cock so nicely that it is taking all of your strength not to thrust up into you right now. You are almost halfway on his cock. You complain, still attempting to get more of him, "s'too much, hee, y-you are too big." "I know you can handle it, darling, so go ahead and do it." In order to help you sink deeper on his cock, he says, gently pressing your hips down. Heeseung claims he could cum just by listening to your sounds, and whines are slipping past your lips. With a loud moan tearing from your throat as you feel his tip prodding at your cervix, you finally manage to slowly sink all the way down on his cock. "Good girl," Heeseung says nicely. After observing your attempts to move but your physical limitations, he says, "Take your time, angel." You lean in closer to Heeseung, holding him close with your arms around his neck and his around your waist.

"Baby, you want me to move you?" "Yes, please," you nod when he asks. Heeseung begins to gently lead you on his cock as his hands return to your hips. His cock hits all the spots that cause your brain to become hazy, causing your legs to shake. Your mind is racing from the pleasure you are receiving, and you can also hear faint moans coming from Heeseung's mouth. He whispers, "Fuck, you are taking me so well, angel; your pussy was made for me." You groan at the compliment and startle a little as Heeseung quickens his thrusts. Heeseung fucks you senselessly, and the only sound in the room is the slapping of skin. Your stomach knot starts to tighten, something you have experienced before. You sigh, "I am close, hee," and Heeseung instantly lowers one of his hands to look at your clit. Heeseung does not slow down as he pursues his own high, but the combination is too much and instantly pushes you over the edge, causing your body to shake and tremble. He keeps fucking into your cunt with thrusts that do not slow. "S'too much, hee! S'too much," you exclaim. The hair on the back of his neck is raked through by your fingers. He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek and says, "Hang on for me, baby." A third orgasm, which is already feeling stronger than the others, is already approaching as a result of the overstimulation.

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divider credits: @anitalenia / @sylusz

[hellenichu]

WELL THEY'RE GETTING ART FROM ME ^_^!!/silly!!

On that note, here are a few reasons why you should vote COPPER HUSBANDS!!

1. Because they're like, so silly. And so cool.

2. If it wins, @pastaracell (mastercheif) is going to eat a ghost pepper on camera(or so i heard 👀)

3. Like look at empires 2 scott. Just a guy and his llama best friend who is totally okay in the head. Adorable. And they bond.

4. I'd be so cool yknow?

5. Rat scott would be proud of you (yes thats my cosplay+rats copper husbands is so QPR to me)

6. Pirates scott and Owen mean everything to me and they should to you too. Just look at them. They're the guys.

7. Have i mentioned i did shitty doodles for them?

8. If they win i will do a month of daily doodles for them, even if my art tablet isnt fix yet.

9. If they win i will give them the bigger part of my birthday cake(yes they're on it idc whatever anyone thinks). Yes I'll put minecraft skins of owen and scott on my birthday cake. What will you do? Stop me?/lh

10. They’re made of copper and oxidise into a beautiful green colour and yknow what else is green? The world yes!! So click yes on the vote button for them!!

OH ALSO, MORE REASONS!!✨✨

1. Look at their platonic bestfriend dynamic in rats 1. When every time scott was scared he ran to Owen, where owen protected Scott from everyone who tried to hurt him. Where after scott was trapped by the janitor owen ran up and hugged him tightly.

2. Copper husbands beat snowbugs because of neurodivergency, you wouldn’t hurt my sopping neurodivergent wet cat would you???-pastaracell

3. Also another rats fact, look at how when Owen said he didn't like flowers cause they die, so Scott went out of his way to make him a flower out of copper, so it never could die.

4. They were in so many series together think of new life too where scott helped owen understand his origin and stuff.

5. WE WILL MAKE MORE ART

6. Look they're not that much of a rare pair but small enough considering flower ranchers and majorwood.

7. Everyone literally takes it out of context and say they're not ok with shipping when it's literally not even true. They just spoke out saying they're not comfortable being called that by default since they have no plan about being romantic, mainly on rats. But neither of them have a problem with shipping. Pls understand the difference here. Besides as long as the community keeps it tagged properly its fine, its just a ship?😭🙏

So yeah. Vote Copper husbands. Thanks guys. ^_^!!!!👍👍✨

(obviously no hate to the other person?? Duh?? Im just making my own silly reasoning tab🙏😭😭 love you all and stay safe out there mcyt community/pos/lh)

[aventurineswife]

Could I request Lucifer reassuring his lover who's doubting their abilities despite being incredibly talented?

Poor reader thinks they're boring because they'd rather focus on their work and duties instead of being romantic.

“Perfect the way you are”

Summary: Lucifer reassures his lover, who is doubting their abilities and feeling "boring" due to their focus on work over romantic gestures. He reminds them that their dedication, strength, and unique qualities are what make them special, and that they don’t need to conform to anyone’s expectations to be enough for him.

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Comfort, Reassurance, Insecurity, Self-doubt, Romance, Supportive Relationship, Positive Affirmations.

The dimly lit office was filled with the soft rustle of papers and the faint hum of the ever-present magical energy that flowed through the room. Lucifer sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes scanning through a pile of paperwork with an air of absolute focus. His pen moved swiftly across the page, as if the weight of the world depended on every stroke.

You, standing a few feet away, were struggling to put your thoughts into words, a quiet storm of insecurities swirling within your mind. You had always prided yourself on your dedication, your work ethic, and the level of responsibility you carried. But tonight, for reasons you couldn't quite explain, a familiar nagging doubt gnawed at you.

Am I boring? You thought. Am I a failure?

The room felt suffocating as you shifted from one foot to the other, biting your lip in uncertainty. You had noticed lately that your focus on work and duties had begun to overshadow your usual playful, romantic side. It wasn't that you didn’t love Lucifer—far from it. But there had been no grand gestures, no sweeping declarations of love. You were too busy, too consumed with tasks to notice the opportunities slipping away.

Lucifer, ever perceptive, glanced up from his papers, his sharp eyes catching the slightest shift in your demeanor. He could see it, the way you hesitated, the way your eyes betrayed a thought that had been haunting you for days. He put down his pen, an unspoken understanding crossing between the two of you.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. “Something is bothering you.”

You hesitated, unsure of how to voice the thoughts that had been swirling around in your head. Finally, unable to keep them bottled up anymore, you spoke in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Lucifer... do you think I’m boring?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but not at all surprised by your sudden outburst. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. “Boring? What makes you think that?”

You looked away, feeling your heart sink at your own vulnerability. “I mean... I know I’m not exactly the romantic type. You’re always so... grand and confident, and I just... I’m not like that. I focus on my work, my duties. But lately, it feels like that’s all I’m good for. I’m starting to wonder if I’m... not enough. If I’m boring to you.”

Lucifer’s expression softened, his usually cold and aloof demeanor slipping for a moment. He stood up and walked toward you, his steps steady, purposeful. When he reached you, he lifted your chin gently with a finger, urging you to meet his gaze.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice low, yet filled with the sincerity you rarely heard from him. “You’re not boring. In fact, you’re far from it.”

You blinked, surprised by the intensity in his voice. “But... I don’t show you enough affection. I don’t do things like other people. I don’t make grand gestures or...”

“Stop,” Lucifer interrupted, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You are incredibly talented, more than you realize. You focus on your duties, your work—because that’s your strength. You have an inner strength that I admire deeply, and while I enjoy affection as much as anyone else, I also understand the importance of the responsibilities you bear.”

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, his words sinking in slowly, washing away the doubts that had clouded your mind.

“I don’t need grand gestures to know you care for me,” he continued. “I see the dedication you put into everything you do, and that dedication speaks louder than any romantic overture ever could.”

His eyes softened, the usually commanding Lucifer now vulnerable in a way you rarely saw. He reached for your hand, his fingers gently entwining with yours.

“You don’t have to be anything other than who you are for me to love you. The way you are, the way you care for your work—it’s a part of what makes you... you,” he said, his tone deepening. “And I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

Your breath caught in your throat, his words finally breaking through the walls you had built around yourself. You stared into his eyes, and for the first time that evening, you allowed yourself to believe in what he was saying.

Lucifer squeezed your hand, a reassuring smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “So no, my dear, you are not boring. You are talented, you are strong, and you are more than enough for me. You’ve always been enough.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and a soft laugh escaped your lips. You were still uncertain about many things, but in that moment, you understood one thing for sure: you were enough.

Lucifer leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead, a silent promise passing between you both. “And if you ever doubt yourself again... you know where to find me.”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his touch, the security in his words. Maybe you didn’t need to be like everyone else. You didn’t need to follow the expectations others placed on you. You just needed to be yourself. And that, as it turned out, was exactly what Lucifer needed as well.

[margindoodles2407]

You guys were asking for the Fives And Echo Dissertation so here it is. Courtesy of @seeking-elsewhither, who first asked the question, "Do you think Fives or Echo is older?" and then patiently listened as things got out of hand.

(Author's note: this is written in my own sort of weird style, where I have a point to prove but to prove it I use almost a kind of narrative style. A great previous example of this is The Crosshair Dissertation, which I published whilst watching The Bad Batch. I hope this style doesn't throw anyone off. Thank you for your time.)

@whyoneartheven You may be interested in this and @kitty-i-swear-to-gosh I know you asked me where the thesis was so I'm tagging you. I hope you don't mind :)

Tube twins are incredibly rare within the ranks of the GAR. Very few of them survive gestation due to lack of nutrients or other complications, and the few that do are often… taken care of by the Kaminoan scientists. The reason for this is that (based on prior tests and research) tube twins, more than any other clones, have a tendency to become dangerously codependent. They will often prioritize their twin over the rest of their squad, which means missions get failed and battles are lost. And Force forbid a pair of twins get separated, whether it be through simple reassignment or, worse, death- it can cause severe mental depletion to the point of a psychosomatic response, a full-on breakdown, and too many other problems to count.

Neither Fives nor Echo knows the real reason they were allowed to survive. They both doubt it was a show of mercy on the parts of the Kaminoans, and even less likely is the idea that they somehow slipped through the radar unnoticed. They agree, though, that it's better not to pry. For their own sake.

Now, with this knowledge in mind: let's examine the fact that, in my mind, Fives is the elder twin. To make sense of this, you may need to take a brief refresher on my characterization of Fives. He's a silly guy, yes, and we love him for it. He also takes responsibility incredibly seriously, he does NOT tolerate those who abuse their positions of authority, when he sets his mind to something only the Force itself could possibly hope to stop him, and he is willing to literally fight and die for the people he loves.

Now, Fives is not the eldest of his vode. He has Hevy, Cutup and Droidbait ahead of him, and only Echo directly under his care. Echo his twin, Echo his closest brother, his best friend, his confidant, his better half.

And he, Fives, is his older brother.

On Kamino, he keeps his head down, as much as deep in his soul he wants to lash out against the Kaminoans and their standards of genetic purity, because if he were to act out on Kamino he could get himself and his entire squad in trouble. And he has a responsibility not to do that. But he also has a responsibility to protect them- ESPECIALLY ECHO- in other ways.

He… becomes a little bit overprotective of Echo. He has a tendency to constantly pull "older brother status", but he's not doing it out of a sense of inflated ego or superiority, he's doing it out of a genuine sense of duty. He's doing it because he knows the danger tube twins are in, the fact that most of their twin brothers died as tubies or newborns. He's doing it because he knows Kamino is a harsh world, a dangerous world, a world of scientists so pragmatic that they speak of human beings as "units" and discard anyone who doesn't measure up to their standard of genetic perfection. He's doing it because he loves Echo, he loves his brother more than anything in the galaxy and he genuinely wants him to be safe. But Echo, especially as a cadet, doesn't fully understand this. And he does resent Fives, just a little bit (mostly as a cadet), because in his mind Fives is only being needlessly overprotective. He feels that Fives won't let him fight his own battles, he feels that Fives thinks that he's weak and incapable just because he's the youngest and the younger TWIN and the straight-laced rule-follower who would never willingly go seeking out a fight. As cadets, they get into a LOT of arguments about this, and it's not until right before their graduation that they both finally seem to fully understand each other.

Now-- the Kaminoans are absolutely not justified in their termination of tube twins. But they aren't exactly wrong about the dangers of codependency. Especially after the Rishi Moon, Fives and Echo really feel like it's them against the galaxy. That's not that they don't love and care for their other brethren, but they begin to cling to each other in somehow an even more intense way than they did as cadets and as shinies. It's a good thing they both end up going to the 501st, they both end up in Torrent Company, they both enter ARC Training and both graduate ARC Training. It's a good thing they're assigned on the same missions. Rex and Anakin recognize that they do seem to work best as a team, their movements seem to be in tandem and it's almost as if they can communicate between each other without saying anything, which makes them both utterly fascinating to watch and entirely lethal on the battlefield.

So of course it's only natural to assign them both to the Citadel mission.

Such a shame no one knew there was a bomb in that shuttle.

Fives spends the next few weeks after the incident completely out of it. He's a sobbing, hysterical, sleep-deprived mess, and everyone begins to wonder if the stories about separated tube twins having broken minds are true. But Fives is not a fragile man. He's devastated, he's lost the person he loves most in all the world, he's experienced the worst tragedy in his short life… but he also knows that he has a responsibility. To his Captain, to his Company, to his brothers. So he pulls himself together and goes back to war. But there's something markedly different about him after the Citadel. He's still warm and friendly and kind, but he's not as quick to smile. He's slower to laugh. His gaze holds a kind of sadness and emptiness to it that brothers unfamiliar with the story of his life don't fully understand. (Even the ones who are familiar don't fully understand. Only the Captain, and the men who were at the Citadel, really get it, and even then… none of them had a twin.)

When he first meets Tup and Dogma, they kind of remind him of the old days. They aren't twins, but they share such an incredibly close bond that they could be. He sees a lot of himself in Tup. He sees even more of Echo in Dogma, which is why the whole debacle with Krell breaks his heart so much. (People ask him if he hates Dogma, for everything he did. For trying to execute him. Fives always looks them hard in the face and simply responds, in clipped tones, "No, of course not. How could I hate my brother?" The recipients hardly wonder if his words might have a double meaning.)

He ends up taking Tup under his wing, the way Rex took him and Echo under his. (If Dogma had stayed in the 501st, he'd be there too.) And part of the reason they're such close friends is because of the way that Fives sees so much of himself in his younger brother (and so much of Echo in Dogma). It's one of the reasons Fives fights so hard against the chips.

It's the reason that it's not just blasterfire that shatters his heart.

Echo is rescued from stasis a few weeks later. He doesn't ask where Fives is, not at first. There's the whole shock of getting off of Skako Minor, then there's the stress of the Battle of Anaxes, then there's the joining of an entirely new squad.

But he knows there was a reason, and not a good one, that the arms he woke up in were Rex's and not his twin's.

He finally works up the courage to ask the Captain where his brother is.

Rex tells him Fives is gone, and he screams.

He screams, horrible sobbing tears, because the one and only thing that kept him going through those years of horrible torture and pain and absolute agony was the fact that he HAD to stay alive, because he HAD to see Fives again. He HAD to get back to Fives his twin, Fives his closest brother, his best friend, his confidant, his better half.

Was everything he went through for nothing?

Should he have just… let himself die? On Skako Minor, should he have just… given up?

No. No, he tells himself, when he's finally calmed himself down (which is… not after a short period of time). That's not what Fives would want.

And that's why, when he has a chance to go with Rex, when he has a chance to go and finish what Fives started- rescue their vode from the prison in their own minds- he grabs it with hand and scomp and doesn't let go. He loves Clone Force 99, he loves Omega, he loves them all more than he's loved anyone since he was first separated from his brother.

But this… this is why he didn't die. This is why he didn't let himself give up. Rex told him the stories, the stories of Umbara and the tragedy of the Chips. And Echo knows that, if Fives were alive, he'd be right there too, fighting the Empire under its very nose.

How could he possibly do anything else?

(And, years and years and thousands of rescued Clones later, as he lays, an old man, struggling to take his final breaths, surrounded by his former Captain and the squad that took him in and the little girl with star-colored hair who has grown into such an incredible young woman-- out of the corner of his failing eyes he sees a bluish figure with unruly curls and warm, grinning eyes and a supernova smile, eternally twelve-twenty-four and crystal clear against the grey fuzz of everything else. And finally, it's the twin he lived his whole life in memory of who's the first to welcome him into the afterlife.)

[clarrisani]

It's funny how the "weloveyouJaredPadalecki" tag is only ever used after Misha does something. As for the death threats - just go into the comments of anything he posts.

I am very deep into the fandom, and have been for years. The fact is Goob and Jai are not bigger name fans. They're just crazies the Wincesties have latched onto.

For the record, I ship J2. I have for years. I mean, they lived together. RPF is fun just so long as you know there is a boundary. Cockles shippers have a rule: "keep it off Main". That is, never tag Misha and Jensen in Cockles content, and don't put it out there openly.

No, Cockles shippers don't think the cast hate Jared. They accept that there was a rift caused after The Winchesters (see Jared's tweet), but it's since healed. I do take issue with Jared hate. What makes you think I don't? I take issue with hate on any of the cast. You seem not to have an issue with Misha hate.

I do know the big fans, but I do not know the fringe crazies, because the majority of the fandom do not associate with the crazies. You will never see me defend the crazies. But I have seen Wincesties defend their crazies. I've also seen Wincesties tag their hate with "Destiel". That's not really something that the Hellers do. A few do, but not to the degree that the Wincesties do it.

the wincesties are always kind to me. thank you wincesties i love you as much as dean loves sam

[thatlotuscookie]

(Haikyuu)Fukunaga x y/n where y/n is comedic too except y/n's humor is extremely dark and morbid?

✧･ﾟ: a/n : Here’s your Fukunaga x Reader drabble! I loved weaving in that perfect blend of dark humor and soft affection between you two. enjoy :3

✧ Title: ✧ Haunting Grounds ✧ ✧ Characters: Shōhei Fukunaga x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: Self explanatory i guess? Y/N and their dark humor xd ✧ Content Tags: Dark humor, light romance, banter, comfort, morbidish jokes, nothing terrible ✧ WC: 490 words // 2.6k chars

You and Fukunaga were sitting outside a small coffee shop, people-watching as they strolled by. It was late in the afternoon, and the sun cast long shadows over the street. You both had a habit of slipping into these comfortable silences, but today, you felt the need to break it—with a little taste of your signature humor.

“So, when I die, I’ve already decided I want to donate my body to one of those mystery shows. Maybe get someone to dress up like Sherlock Holmes, make it all dramatic.” You took a sip of your coffee, nonchalant, as if discussing the weather. “Think of it as my final contribution to entertainment.”

Fukunaga choked on his drink, eyes widening. “That’s… a unique final request,” he managed after a moment, still blinking in shock.

“Yeah, gotta keep things interesting, right?” You shrugged, smirking slightly. “I mean, ‘cause if I just disappear, who’s gonna care? At least this way, people have a reason to look for me. Like a real-life game of Clue.”

He looked at you, a mixture of amusement and concern etched into his face. “You… actually think about that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah,” you answered, completely deadpan. “I’ve already planned the setup and everything. Leave a cryptic note behind—‘I’m off to haunt someone.’ Just to keep it spicy.” You tapped your fingers on your coffee cup, your gaze a little distant. “Maybe leave a few clues in case anyone decides they actually want to find me.”

Fukunaga let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or worried.”

You grinned, leaning into the joke. “Just promise if it happens, you’ll keep a straight face at the funeral. Gotta keep the mystery alive, right?”

He rolled his eyes but laughed, his voice softening as he looked at you. “Alright, but I’m serious—you’re not actually planning to vanish, are you?”

You gave him a sly smile, trying to brush it off with humor but sensing his genuine concern. “Nah, don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere yet.” Then, after a beat, you added with a dark chuckle, “But if I do, maybe I’ll leave you some hints. Maybe you’ll be the only one who can ‘find the body.’”

For a moment, Fukunaga went quiet, his usual playful demeanor softened with something more serious. Then, with a small smile, he nudged your shoulder. “Well, just know that… I wouldn’t need clues. I’d look for you anyway. Even if I had to deal with a hundred fake haunted houses.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and you felt the faintest blush touch your cheeks, quickly masking it with another smirk. “That’s a bit dramatic,” you teased.

“Can’t have you haunting me,” he said with a soft grin. “Guess I’d have to deal with it.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I want you whipped into shape!

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[ronnierosest]

I am physically unable to wait till I finish this, so let me throw another WIP Shoutout to @a-aristippus @madnessandlovesstuff @tales-of-ryloth @snowleopard-from-venus and many others who added tags and words in their reblogs for me to smile at ♥ (pspspspspps I am also absolutely looking to join an Obikin/StarWars discord, fuck knows I need friends to deal with these star-crossed tragic soulmates) Awkward Motion by Hellhills.mp3 (read as a person talking to themselves) So tell me why I feel this way Someday it has to go away We didn't really like this place We made a promise we would stay Been so unbothered by this hate Now you found comfort in my pain And you keep staring at your grave And you keep wishing that was me

Don't give me options, you got none yourself Don't make me worthless, you got no one else

Don't let go, it's not your fault You're all alone and no one's gonna change that Don't let go, it's not my fault I'm on my own, I would do anything to change that I forgot your face, yet I still remember to scream your name It all got erased, nothing but a waste of time, a waste of space

[fullmetal-scar-simping]

Sharing catman's quality tags:

#i want to type my tjoughts on this ship - how it actuqlly makes sense and how Dante probably loathes Sloth for taking Hoenhiem from her and

#in some way she finds pleasure in the fact that Sloth now finds herself to be the same/similar inhuman monster Hoenheim thought Dante and#her son (envy) was#and abandonded them for

#the ironics of th3 situation. And Sloth probably sees Dante as a master#a boss she cant disobey - a boss she wouldnt disobey because she has no reason to do so. i think Sloth would think of her abuse as a comfort

#in the sense that like

#“im not a human - so this must be what i deserve and therefore ill allow myself to get treated like this by the only person who i can deem#trusthworthy“

#or something???

#im not very good at ship analysis#but i like this ship now#you gave me brain worms RAHH

Your analysis is solid! And you're welcome for the brainworms (it's my purpose, to spread them like a plague 😌). The way these two orbit each other's respective familial collapse, and an almost mutual-monstrosity (with Dante genuinely being the truly horrid of the two) is a biiiiig draw for this ship imo.

For me, there's more:

The manipulation begins as soon as she finds Sloth dragging her broken new body behind the home Trisha once called her own. The confusion and sheer physical agony that Sloth had to have been in; barely able to ambulate, unable to communicate or assess the situation, in the darkness of a rainy night, frighteningly alone, every moment is seering pain:

And in comes Dante.

The first human in her scant few hours of existence to look upon her without revulsion. She offers aid, shelter, and she knows who is responsible for making her this way. Dante can articulate the source of Sloth's waking horror, and that feels like as good of an approximation of emotional resonance as Sloth has ever experienced. She's a pit of depression but this knowledgeable woman takes her in! And Dante would readily grind the facts of Sloth's tragic mis-creation into the homunculus while coating it in the veneer of tender faux-sympathy. Both out of her own sick, hateful shadenfreude as well as further planting the seed of Sloth's rejection of Trisha's children. Not because Sloth would have otherwise embraced them had it not been for Dante, but rather I think the mess of jumbled, tattered memories that were imparted onto her from Ed and Al (or that came with Trisha's soul; really depends on interpretation here) would form the rich soil of her disposition; Dante merely cultivates into a thriving garden. Sloth senses that those children have severely and permanently rejected her, wanted something or someone of her, and almost as soon as she was made into being they abandoned her. So Dante preys on this.

I also see it as: Sloth's rescue and eventual reformation into a functional humanoid physiology would tender her towards Dante. And Dante's a sicko who will not pass up the opportunity (perhaps mere novelty) of toying with her. Each step of her recovery and that feigned kindness Dante provides comes with metaphoric jabs against Sloth. That she owes Dante everything, that she's becoming such a pretty thing but is still a lowly homunculus, do you remember the pathetic relationship the woman you can never be had? The children that woman raised? Did that man ever care about you when he would so easily leave you behind (Dante keeping to herself the smug sneer of "He was with me longer, but I didn't break apart when he left either). You're a fraud: but doesn't it feel good when she brushes Sloth's hair? Cups her nearly-formed cheek? Strokes her newly healed shoulders? Smiles at her while congratulating her on her progress with each feeding, all while commenting on how 'animal' she finds Sloth's desperate devouring of those red stones. Sloth intuits that this should be humiliating but she finds no urge to rebuke what feels like (warped) affection. It's a poison she will passively allow into herself if it means Dante will keep her under her wing.

As a character Dante feels like an abusive monster adept at pressure cooking people into the roles she wants from them. Sloth doesn't care for having a purpose generally, but pleasing Dante gives her something that fills the abyssal ennui. She crumbles under the weight of what should have been, what once was. And since Dante despises Trisha, it feels like it fits into Sloth's refusal of Trisha as well.

I see Dante almost keeping Sloth as a prize. A win against Hohenheim. And with Sloth's ever-acquiescent demeanour, with the way Sloth will allow whatever Dante feels like doing (in general, to her, at her, against her, 'for' her) while still showing the subtlest signs of sorrow when Dante pushes the homunculus' depressive buttons too hard (but Sloth will still bend to her will without question or rebuke, such a good plaything she is) how could she not find sick satisfaction in treasuring* Sloth?

(*Treasuring meant in the most objectifying sense of the word.)

And how that all eventually clashes with Lust's growing sense of self-possession and eventual rebellion? The odd 'bond' Sloth and Lust formed prior to that, and how Sloth views not only Lust's immutable spine, but how that insults Dante in Sloth's eyes? Ouuughh! 🤌

It's utterly fucked~

TOXIC. YURI.

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar searck reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[impostorsshow]

I'm actually so obsessed with him it's not even funny if i'm not listening to a TikTok or music directly related to him I can't focus free me free me

This is @/cherubpuppet's OC for a object show [au? pitch? wip show? How do I categorize this] and I've been destroyed by the fact that ruler art is infinitely superior [and 10x longer] and i don't have a good enough grasp on lip gloss's personality to make fanfiction so I am frozen in "want make fanart but fanart takes effort :["

[fisherrprince]

oh so alisaie’s exaggerated bully behavior is 80% fanon. saying this she casually picks up a large rock

[megumi-fm]

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[queerdiazs]

snippet sunday

hi friends, i'm gonna share something i've shared before because i LIKE it a lot + buck being a demanding bossy bottom is sooo good (but pls dw eddie gets his turn at being a sloppy silly bottom too and he's SO hot for it)

anyway this is nsfw

“Buck, baby. I want to ask you something.”  Buck nods wildly, knocking his nose against Eddie’s in his fervor. “Fuck and talk at the same time.” He reaches down and grabs hold of Eddie’s ass with both hands, squeezing and pinching as he lifts his hips up to fuck himself on Eddie’s cock. “C’mon, Eds. Be a—a good boy for me. Fuck me—fuck me please.”  Bubbles of static electricity swarm Eddie, springing from each point of contact between them and ricocheting to every untouched inch of his body. He drops down heavily, blanketing Buck’s body with his own, and fucks hard and sloppy and eager. Buck muffles a hiccuped moan against the scruff of Eddie’s cheek, breathy and pitched high. Eddie grins, mollified.   “Like that, baby?”  “Yeah,” Buck grunts, panting against Eddie’s cheek. He wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist, kicking him closer and deeper with his heels, and meets Eddie’s thrusts with little ones of his own. “Yeah, fuck, like that. Just like that.”  Eddie finds Buck’s lips, eating the mewls that fall from Buck’s mouth. It’s little sobs of too-good, too-sharp pleasure; a staccato of breaths that get stuck in his chest on each withdraw and shoved out on every thrust forward. Eddie’s so deep inside Buck—he can feel himself, right up in Buck’s guts, beneath the muscle and fat of Buck’s tummy where his prick’s at, twitching from friction and sensation.  “Buck,” he says, smearing Buck’s name all along Buck’s cheek and throat and chin. They’re so wet, so sweaty, that Buck can’t get a good grip on his back to scratch his nails in without slipping. “Buck, baby. Marry me. Please marry me.”  Beneath him, Buck’s body jolts. “Goddamn, Eddie,” Buck swears, but it kind of feels like a benediction, a prayer sweeter than any he’s every heard. Buck cradles his cheeks in both hands and sucks on his tongue, loud and free in his pleasure. He laughs like sunshine. “No.” 

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[finncakes]

i like to think they patch eachother up a lot since they always seem to be looking out for one another...

bonus kiss-a-roo for ashton under the cut :]