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[strawbairicake]

the kitten incident- dr. ratio x reader

synopsis: the four times you tried convincing Veritas to get a kitten, and the one time he gifted you… an “unexpected” surprise. 

warnings: ummm pacing, my kinda bad (read: beginner/novice) writing, pls be nice to me. bad (/non existent) characterization of Ratio! other than that, none! this is disgustingly fluffy haha! 

word count: ~1.3k (idk dude i stopped counting after 1010 words)

tagging: @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n (since you eat up all of my writing), @fairycourts (would like to know what you think of this!), @m1ckeyb3rry, @sheyfu, and @cmiru!

author’s note: my first attempt at writing a full-length fic! don’t expect this to happen much from me, haha (unless requested ofc!)! this is a birthday gift to myself, so this is very self-indulgent! for reference, you have a best friend in this story named Ares! she’s amazing and based off of my real life bestie! hope you enjoy; worked very hard on this! <3

a… very convincing car ride home.

after a date at a cat café, Veritas was regretting taking you out anywhere. you would not stop talking about getting a kitten. his internal monologue was filled with thoughts about you shutting up. he wouldn’t voice hurtful thoughts to you, of course, but if you could shut up, that’d be great.

“Veritas?”

“yes, (name)?”

“can we please get a kitten?” 

Veritas glanced at you before returning his eyes to the road. 

“I’ll consider it if you keep your mouth shut the rest of the drive home.” 

you were as quiet as a mouse for the rest of the drive, much to Veritas’s enjoyment. you both made your way to your shared apartment. Veritas led you both into the apartment, where he was slightly surprised to see how quiet you still were. that lasted five minutes- oh, off you went rambling about getting a kitten again. ah well, surely this is a phase that will pass? it’s like when children beg their parents to get a pet and they won’t drop the topic until they get what they wanted. surely this won’t be the same situation with you, right? 

oh well, only one way to find out.

a quiet chat over dinner.

after arriving home after the initial conversation, you and Veritas decided to prepare a light snack to go along with dinner. your routine with Veritas when it came to meals was simple: you prepare any snacks you both wanted, and he would prepare dinner. you set a bowl of fruits and other snacks on the table while your partner finishes preparing the meal before joining you at the table. for once, he initiates the conversation. 

“are you still thinking about a kitten?” 

“yeah, why do you ask?” 

Veritas sighed and you smiled- there was just no winning when it comes to him, is there?

“hypothetically speaking, if we were to be adopting a kitten- don’t get your hopes up- what breed are you most looking into?” 

your eyebrows raised. what a hypothetical. but answering honestly seems to be the only way to answer. 

“probably a calico or a tortoiseshell. my childhood friend had the latter and she was very sweet. plus i have experience with cats, so it’s not like i’m picking a breed i couldn’t handle.” 

Veritas hummed, slightly amused with your statement. he made a mental note for when he goes to the animal shelter next weekend while you’re away. 

”bothering” him while he works in your home office. 

to say you bothered your lover is an overstatement… probably! Dr. Ratio shows his love to you in his own ways. they may not be the most conventional of ways, but they are ways! you put in love in the relationship, too, more upfront in a way, with him. you’re both happy, healthy, and for the most part- content, with how things are. until the damn kitten talk comes up again, and that makes your partner want to rip his hair out (lovingly). it’s not that he dislikes animals, he seems to be very neutral towards them, while you’re definitely the animal magnet between the two of you. Dr. Ratio loves you, he really does! but if he hears about this damn kitten one more time, he might combust, mentally… maybe! you can’t help it if you want something, you just HAVE to tell everyone everything about said thing! it’s human nature, or something!

so here you are, sitting in your lover’s office in your reading nook while he quietly works on grading his students’ essays or whatever- you stopped listening a while ago, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) for him. you were reading a book, he was working, and all seemed well with the world. at least, he thought so. he heard you shuffle your way out of your nook over to his desk. you just stood next to him and watched as he wrote (surprisingly nice handwriting for a “doctor”) some comments on a student’s essay. he could tell you were waiting for when he wouldn’t be as busy, and he was glad you had that courtesy, if nothing else. so when he input the student’s grade and set the paper essay to the side, he sighed and looked up at you. 

“if it’s about a kitten, could the conversation wait until after we bathe?” 

and the shine in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. 

overhearing you on a call with your friend (and the aftermath). 

your best friend, Ares, has risen from the dead, hooray! but in all seriousness, she had been so busy with her job that she hadn’t gotten in touch with you in what felt like FOREVER. you’re listening to Ares talk about her job, books, and a whole bunch of other things. and then the call goes pretty quiet on your side, just long enough to be noticed by your friend.

“oh yeah,” she pipes up after a few minutes of silence on your end, “how’s the cat debacle going? has he come around?” 

“he told me he’s thinking about it, but it was kind weird the other day! he asked a hypothetical question that did not sound like a hypothetical at all.”

“well, what’d he say?” 

“he said, and I quote, ahem, ‘hypothetically speaking, if we were to be adopting a kitten- don’t get your hopes up- what breed are you most looking into?’ i don’t know, Jade, it just seemed… off. like i should be expecting something, and i’m not, if that makes sense.” you answered.

“girl, how the hell did you remember what he said verbatim? anyway! that totally makes sense! maybe he’s planning a surprise for you and can barely keep the secret together.” she smiled at you through the screen. 

you replied a quick “yeah, maybe” before realizing Veritas was just outside the door to your shared bedroom, overhearing your conversation. he waits for your conversation to end before coming in the room. but before he enters, he quickly shoots a message to Ares herself: “do they know?” and he gets almost excited when Ares texts back almost immediately, “no, but i almost accidentally spilled what’s going on. you NEED to tell them soon! good luck!” 

that was suddenly all of the confirmation the astute doctor needed. 

the kitten incident (a good one, i promise!)! 

Veritas greeted you in your shared home, which was odd. he always came home after you, so it was mildly strange he was waiting for you. but you paid this slight change no mind- maybe he just wanted to spend time with you and got his things done early. he greeted you from the kitchen. you made your way over to him. 

“hi, love. how was your day?”

“oh my god! today was sooo long!” you reply as you cling to his waist. Veritas hums and puts a hand on one of your forearms and rubs little circles into the flesh. he finishes preparing a light snack for himself since you already ate dinner with some friends an hour ago. you moved away from him as he took your hand, which got your attention.

“come see, i have a surprise for you.”

“oh god, what did i do?” 

Veritas lets out a light chuckle. 

“i can’t spoil my significant other without them thinking they did something wrong? i’m hurt, (name).”

you laughed as he set his snack down on the counter and led you to the living room where a small box was sitting on the coffee table. 

“here, open it.” he handed the box to you carefully. you looked at him skeptically before sitting on the sofa and opening the box. inside the box was a tiny calico kitten, the one you had been talking about visiting for at least two weeks now. she was so tiny, most likely the runt of her litter, and you kept telling Veritas how much you liked her. you were devastated when you found out she was adopted. you gently picked the sleeping kitten up from the box, and she opened her eyes, and then proceeded to let out the tiniest and most polite meow you’ve ever heard. you looked to Veritas and then the kitten back and forth about five times as he laughed and nudged your shoulder.

“look at her collar.”

you looked at the tag on her collar and your breath hitched. marry me, the tag read. as you turn to face your lover, you find him sitting next to you with a ring box in hand, proposing to you out of the blue, with the faintest hint of a smile on his face. 

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[millerskitty]

Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: angst

word count: 1k

author’s note: thank you so much for the love on this story, i’m so excited to share it with you. sorry for the angst ahaha, i love a good cry. let me know if you’d like to be on the tag list for upcoming chapters!

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4

Chapter 5

There were no words to describe everything you were feeling when you’d gotten home. You’d slammed the door behind you, and dropped down onto your bed, sobbing. You took your own advice and felt your feelings. All of them. Jealousy, anger, and disappointment coursed through you.

You hated knowing that he’d been with someone else. You tried not to imagine the woman who was probably not much older than you touching him.

You knew you had no right to judge Joel for having needs, God knew you needed to get laid and soon. You replayed his comment about Caleb. He knew his name, Caleb had been mentioned several times in conversations between you and Pop while Joel was present, trying to pretend he didn’t hear a word you’d said about your new boyfriend. You found it amusing that Joel would go out of his way to say the wrong name. To pretend he didn’t give a shit.

You weren’t officially exclusive with Caleb, but he was the only person you were dating. It was easy with Caleb, he was everything that Joel wasn’t—and yet, that wasn’t enough to make you walk away from this thing you had with Joel. You should have wanted to be with the person who wasn’t afraid of loving you.

Your phone buzzed, snapping you away from your thoughts. “What was that really about?” Sarah asked over text.

“Nothing, just a misunderstanding.”

“Not fair, tell me.”

“Really, nothing to worry about.”

“I just got cheated on.” She said with a puppy face emoji.

You groaned. You couldn’t deny the ‘cheated on’ card. You wondered if you should tell her the truth. You wondered if you had the right to tell her that you’d been slightly involved with her father.

“Fine. Come over in an hour and I’ll take a turn on the soapbox,” you replied, running a bath to soak the heaviness off of yourself.

~

Sarah arrived while you were in the bath, making herself comfortable in the living room, nibbling on a muffin and watching reality TV. When you took a seat beside her, she turned the TV off and faced you, giving you her undivided attention.

“Holy shit, Bug, you’re gonna make me nervous.” You said, chuckling and sitting criss crossed.

“Oh my god. Just tell me!” Sarah said, rolling her eyes and stuffing a chunk of muffin into her mouth.

“It’s complicated.”

“My favorite.” She half smiled with her mouth full.

“Well, your father and I…” You stalled, trying to find the words.

“Uh huh…” Her eyes were now nearly bulging from her head.

“Sarah!” You playfully smacked her knee. “God, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Use words and sentences maybe.” She was her father’s daughter, you had to give her that.

“I sort of developed a crush on your dad. It started almost a year ago.”

Sarah looked completely unfazed. “Okay and then?”

“What? You’re not upset?” You asked, shocked.

“No, that was obvious, but what happened next?” She said, cruising right past your breaking news.

You blinked in confusion, but continued on, “I mean, I was almost sure that he wanted me, but then he rejected me. Twice.”

“Y’ouch. We should kick his ass.” She said, popping the last piece of muffin into her mouth.

“Girl, it's nothing compared to what’s happening to you.”

“Shhh, don’t change the subject.” She said, “Uncle Tommy and I had a bet going that you two would eventually get together.”

“What?” You shouted. “Rude. Who is winning then?”

“No one, we both bet on the same thing.” She shrugged. “So why do you think he rejected you?”

“He said he won’t upset my father by being with me.”

“Pfft, what a cop out,” Sarah said.

“I’m saying! I know my dad is protective, but he cares about my happiness the most.”

“As he should,” Sarah said, turning to face you. “Well, he hasn’t been okay for a few months. He’s been grouchy. I think that’s why he brings that chick over.”

“Do you think they’re serious?” You asked, bracing for a dose of Sarah’s usual brutal honesty.

“No, she’s just some chick he brings over at night and he makes her leave before I wake up. But he doesn’t know that I’m privy to their shenanigans. And I don’t like her. She leaves gross knots of red hair in the shower. I don’t think dad really likes her either. She’s just there when he’s lonely, I guess.”

Your stomach started to hurt, a combination of confusion and jealousy bubbling within you. “I don’t know what to say. I can’t change his mind. And I have Caleb now. I can’t move forward if I’m still looking back.”

“I think you should talk to him.”

“What makes you think he wants to talk to me?”

”Because he kicked that woman out and stormed back into his room and started tossing shit around all loud and moody.” Sarah said, standing to leave.

“I don’t know if we can recover from what just happened.”

You hear Pop pull into the driveway, his truck humming loud followed by the slam of the door. ”Okay, I’ll think about it.” You said, trying to wipe the sadness from your face before Pop saw it and started to pry.

Pop held the door for Sarah as she left, “Good morning Sarah!” He said enthusiastically. Church always put the pep right back in his step after a long week.

“Hi, puppy, what’s wrong?” Pop affectionately asked you.

“Nothing, just had some girl talk with Sarah.”

Pop was holding a paper bag, likely full of sweet breads from the ladies at church. He threw up his free hand in mock surrender. “Don’t wanna know!” He said, heading to the kitchen.

You slumped down into the couch, throwing an arm over your face. You recalled a time when things were much simpler. Before you knew what Joel’s kiss tasted like. Before you knew what his big, strong hands felt like. You turned around, burying your face into a pillow and willing yourself to sleep it off.

tag list: @foxin5billion

[satan-offical]

Hate mail/ Rant

Okay, Satan, Lucifer, Morningstar, Big Red Cheese – whatever you’re calling yourself these days, we NEED to have a serious conversation. And no, this isn't a "wow, you're so edgy and misunderstood" post. This is a dissertation of pure, unadulterated Tumblr rage aimed directly at your pointy little head.

First of all, the aesthetic. Let's be real, the whole hellfire and brimstone thing is tired. It's been done. We're in the 21st century, Satan. Get with the program! I'm talking, like, pastel goth hell. Think lava lamps, but filled with glitter. Think demons in ripped fishnets and platform boots. Think a color palette that's less "burning souls" and more "strawberry shortcake meets the apocalypse." You're a fallen angel, not a grandpa!

And speaking of fallen, what about your social media presence? It's abysmal. You're supposed to be the ultimate influencer of evil, and yet your tumblr feed is just you sibling for jesus and begging for attention. Where's the relatable content? The "tag a friend who's definitely going to hell" memes? The aesthetic vision boards for different levels of eternal damnation? You're missing out on a HUGE opportunity to corner the market on edgy teens.

Don't even get me STARTED on your employee benefits. I heard that soul-crushing paperwork is the only thing that hasn't been automated. The lack of dental is appalling. I mean, seriously, how are your minions supposed to maintain their terrifying grins without a good dental plan? Not to mention the work-life balance. Burning in hell for eternity? That's not sustainable, dude! We need mandatory vacation days and a healthy demon union.

And the music? Oh, GOD, the music. Heavy metal? Really? That’s, like, so 1980s. Step up your game. I’m talking lo-fi beats to suffer to. I’m talking ambient sounds of existential dread. Think Grimes meets Nine Inch Nails meets the sound of a dial-up modem failing. That’s the kind of auditory torture we need in 2025.

Also, can we talk about the patriarchy? Like, seriously, Satan. You're literally running a system based on punishment and hierarchy. It's problematic, to say the least. We need to dismantle hell and rebuild it as a cooperative collective of tormented souls who work together to achieve… I don’t know... ultimate existential peace through crafting personalized torture devices for problematic billionaires? We can workshop it.

In conclusion, Satan, you're failing. You're stuck in the past, your aesthetic is outdated, your employee benefits are garbage, and your entire operation is fundamentally flawed. I'm not saying you need to completely overhaul everything, BUT WE’RE LOW-KEY SAYING YOU NEED TO COMPLETELY OVERHAUL EVERYTHING.

(Lots of love, from-@askangie)

OK HONEY LISTEN UP

1.) really? Pastel goth aesthetics? It's hell, not your hello kitty hot topic fantasies. We aren't making people feel welcome, and your pretty princess vibes won't help with the fear factor.

2.) Says the person currently on Tumblr. Shitty posts and begging for attention? Yeah, do I see you with 1000+ followers? I give my audience what they want, and if you don't like that start your own blog.

3.) "Soul crushing paperwork?" If you're calling two pages daily on the torment done to our citizens soul crushing, I can imagine how you are at work. Get a life and figure out how to properly have a business before you come complaining to me

4.) So you're hating on heavy metal now? Boo hoo, cry me a river. Oh, you don't like the music? Cry about it and live a good life if you want lofi vibes.

5.) Patriarchy? Really? How long have you been following me? Not long enough to know that ONE: I'm a girl and TWO: most of my staff and heads are women. Get a life and wake the fuck up

Before you come complaining to me about my way of business: become an angel, betray god, fall from heaven, start building up a literal society of evil-doers and then we'll talk.

Mic drop.

[pyozha]

I must apologise - yuji x f!reader

chapter two - base down low

masterlist

Yuji pov:

“Hey man Imma head out for a bit. Gotta catch a game with Inumaki so I would appreciate if you took out the trash this time” Yuji stands in the doorway of Megumis room while holding his playstation controller, wearing just the most comfortable ‘staying at home’ outfit you can think of.

Megumi, laying on his bed while reading some existential literature, rolls his eyes already irritated by those two sentences coming from Yuji. “I took out the trash for you two times in a row you can’t keep using fortnite as an excuse-“ Megumi didn’t have the chance to finish before Yuji chimed in“thanks dude I’ll see you later now, love ya!” He gives him a thumbs up and a dorky smile making his way out of their apartment. He didn’t even listen to a word Megumi was trying to tell him. You can say that Yuji loves to tick off Megumi just because he can.

Making his way from down the 3rd floors hallway, just after 6 apartments he reaches his destination. He stands right in front of his friends door and knocks 3 times just fast enough. Right as the door was opening Yuji was in the midway of saying something diabolical but froze when he saw it wasn’t his friend Toge who opened the door.

“Yeah?” y/n stood with half of her body visible behind the door. For just a moment Yuji thought he approached the wrong apartment, but through the girls messy hair covering her face just slightly, he recognised it was y/n.

“Oh uh hi! Is Inumaki home?” Yuji asks a bit flustered as he didn’t even listen not expect to see her of all people greet him while he was dressed like a dumpster bag.

“Yeah, he’s in his room. You want me to go get him?” She opens the door wider revealing a bit more of her small frame.

Yuji shook his head. “No it’s okay, I’m just coming over to play some fortnite…” he mumbled the last part. Yuji was never good when talking to girls. Not pretty ones to be exact.

“Oh you’re Itadori right?” y/n spoke up comfortably opening the door now, more comfortable that the man standing infront of her door wasn’t some freak about to beg to be stepped on by bare feet. (happened twice to her in the last 3 months).

“Uh yeah. We’re classmates” Yuji sounded unsure. He felt like an idiot for being so awkward and the conversation has only started.

“Yeah I know. You’re Nobaras roommate” y/n spoke with a slight grin. Yuji could only respond with an uncomfortable chuckle. Nobara had a big mouth and god knows what she has shared with y/n.

Right then Toge appeared behind y/n shoving her to the side a tad bit too rough. “Hey man she isn’t interested in your nasty fantasies-“ Toge cut himself off as the sight over y/ns back becomes clear. Indeed it wasn’t the mysterious lunatic instead it was his unhinged friend with an indescribable face expression, almost looking offended yet more confused.

“Ah Yuji! Get in I just set up the game” Toge points to his room nonchalantly completely disregarding what he said earlier.

Yuji was a bit lost looking at y/n for some sort of context while following Toge slowly to his room but she just smiled like she had no idea.

☆ I hope you understood that the messages are from Yujis pov 🙈

☆ y/n thinks Yuji is such a loser but in a cute way lmao

☆ even if she has seen him shove down 10 shots at once down his throat at a party last semester her mind can’t put two and two together

☆she literally thought he had a twin brother or something for the longest time

☆nobara has definitely shared everything to the last detail to y/n about yuji

☆nobara is a shit talker 24/7 its a ‘I yap and you yap with me’ type of friendship

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[captain-huggy-bear]

How about "come on I’m taking you home?" Or just "I’m taking you home." Something along those lines with Mattie if you’re inspired by it? Congrats on 1k again 😊 thank you in advance - em

*chanting* Mattie, Mattie, Mattie... Thanks for sending something in for him, Em! Hope you like it! <3 (BTW if anyone ever wants to draw or write anything for my hockey ocs, go for it, I will love you for it! Just tag me <3) 1000 Followers Celly Finished🥳🎉 Requests are currently closed as I work through the requests in my inbox <3 Writing Masterlist

He noticed you at the start of the night...Mattie always notices you. He noticed you arriving with a date, some guy you'd been casually seeing, a potential future boyfriend, a guy he wanted to hate just because it wasn't him walking in with you. Still he shook the guys hand, made polite conversation, was pleasant. He noticed the black dress you decided to wear, the necklace he'd bought you last Christmas as a last ditch attempt at finding something you'd like, the glitter on your eyelids...he noticed a lot of things about you.

It didn't take a genius though to see how dull your sparkle was tonight. Usually at a fundraising event, a party like this, you'd be so vibrant. You always enjoyed dressing up for them and spending the evening talking to people, to the team. But, tonight you were quiet, teeth gnawing on your lip, shoulders hunched inwards like you were trying to hide.

It didn't take a genius to see how you lit up whenever you weren't around him, how the moment Mack or Niko talked to you, your smile returned, wide and beaming. It didn't take a genius to watch you watch him, how your smile dropped when he started getting touchy with another woman, how you sighed heavily like you expected it, how you held yourself more guarded each time.

If it wasn't a public function, if he wasn't technically at work...he'd have a few choice words to say to the guy, but he knows better. Mattie always knows better. He might have a reputation on the ice but that didn't mean he had to bring that off ice too...he couldn't fuck this up, kids like him didn't just get into the NHL...kids without a legacy, kids from normal families.

So instead when the clock ticks down and you watch the man who drove you here walk off with some other woman, Mattie approaches you with your coat already in his hands, the fabric smelling of your perfume.

"Come on, I’m taking you home."

"Oh, you don't have to, Mattie..."

"I'm taking you home." He just holds your coat up and helps you slip your arms in, shrugging it over your shoulders before smoothing out the fabric with more gentleness than most would expect him capable of.

It's easy. The way you slide your arm through his and let him guide you to his car. Easy to let him open the door. Easy to let him strap you in, seatbelt clicking into place. Easy to let him put your favourite songs on, the playlist he'd curated for you after the first few times you'd complained about his own. Everything with Mattie is easy...it makes you start to wonder why you bothered with Brian in the first place.

"You're staring." He smiles, eyes still on the road, but you're in his periphery. The gaze you have on him is assessing, calculating and it makes him feel oddly nervous, nervous in a way playing in front of thousands never does.

"You're too good to me." It's like a switch has flicked in your mind, a realisation of sorts...that Mattie has been there the entire time. Mattie who's handsome, Mattie who's kind, Mattie who always looks after you, Mattie who makes sure you're comfortable and safe. Suddenly you feel like a complete idiot.

"No, I'm not. I treat you how you should be treated."

"Like I said, too good for me. Here you are doing all these wonderful things and I'm busy entertaining a guy that doesn't care if I get home safe or not. He won't even try to see where I've gone, if I'm okay..." There's not going to be a text or a phone call, no check in at all...not like Mattie. Mattie who always walks you to your door and waits till he hears the locks click. Not like Mattie who doesn't let you get an uber alone even if he has to go miles out of his way.

"What're you trying to say, sweetheart?"

"I..." He's already pulling the car over into a side street, putting it in park before twisting to face you fully. Undivided attention on you in a way that has any prior confidence fading into nervousness. Afterall...maybe you're wrong, maybe Mattie treats all women like this...maybe you're not special...maybe you're miscalculating.

"Don't get shy on me now." The smile starts soft, encouraging, a reminder that Mattie is Mattie. He's never humiliated you. He's never hurt you or judged you. He's always been kind to you.

"I...I just mean that if...if you wanted maybe..."

"Maybe?" He's teasing you now, dimple forming as he smirks at you, eyes half-lidded in a way that only makes you more nervous. It's not mean at all, but it make your shyness worse.

"Maybe I could...entertain you instead of a guy like Brian." You wince because that sounds wrong, that sounds like you're propositioning him and you just mean...you just mean a date or something not...fuck...

"Wait, sorry, his name was Brian?" He pulls his head back, eyes narrowing in confusion because...Brian? Brian? Like Monty Python the Life of Brian? Like Uncle Brian? Like some weird old man down the street? Brian?

"Mattie!"

"No, baby, c'mon! A Brian?" It was never going to work he decides because how could you moan out 'Brian'? It just wouldn't happen. How could a Brian possible date you? It was a Brian...no wonder he was dickhead.

"Mattie!"

"Sorry, sorry...what were you saying?" The smile he sends your way tells you he hasn't actually forgotten he just wants to put you through repeating yourself.

"Mattie."

"I'm joking, sweetheart...so what you're saying is if I asked you to come get some dessert with me right now at some dingy diner you'd say yes?"

"Yeah, yeah...that's what I'm saying."

"Do you want to get some dessert with me in a dingy diner, baby?" His arm comes up on your headrest, leaning towards you until he's in your personal space, close enough his voice dips in volume, a low rumble, quiet, cosy.

"...Yeah, I'd like that, Mattie."

"Good, cause I'm really hungry for some apple pie."

And it's easy, God, it's so easy to laugh with him as he puts the car back into gear and starts to drive. Easy to smile at him. Easy to watch his dimples form, the way his eyes crinkle...and seemingly so easy to overlook what was right in front of you the entire time.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[arthursfuckinghat]

@horseishere Your tags are so well put, never ever apologise for rambling because you're so right

You know, I don't think I'll ever get used to Dutch's constant two-faced behaviour.

One minute you're coming back to camp and then getting an earful from Dutch about not bringing in enough money, then the next minute he'll greet you and say how he missed you and asks what you've been up to as soon as you walk into camp.

On a bad day, you're the person who's going to betray Dutch in the end. Then on a good day, you're his favourite son who's always been special to him.

The camp gives Arthur grief for his 'moods' but the others didn't seem to comment on Dutch's camp behaviour in the same way, even in the early chapters.

[luckyyyuusstuff]

Does anyone think that dating one of the demons or angels could be considered a "forbidden love" trope in some way?

With peace and power dynamics between the 3 realms being mentioned as fragile, exactly why Diavolo rejected the idea of marriage when asked in S3 by the brothers, wouldn’t it then be considered risky to, publicly at the very least, date the demon/ angel from the realm they reside in?

MC, the sorcerer that surpassed their master who is deemed the most powerful sorcerer himself, considered a powerful weapon, with an (unstable, without protection from the ring of light) immense amount of magic, in a relationship with demon/ angel could be considered they've sided with the realm their lover resides in.

The topic (and unused potential) of the tension between the 3 realms, how MC affected that during S2, and wether choosing a lover within a realm they don’t belong in would be a risky decision.

[frogshipping]

Following up my last post: selfshippers/yumeshippers who would be childfree with your f/o(s) YOU ARE VALID!!! Shout out to those who don't ever wants kids either in fiction or even in real life! You rock, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

Pr0shippers + varianta DNI

[tragicvampireromanceisland]

VILLAINPOSTING !!! because i don't talk about them nearly enough.

ichigo was first recruited by the syndicate as blindside a while ago...by adelie, of all people, surprisingly. they go (kind of) way back! absolutely no one knows what spurred this rare burst of motivation in her...but he quickly proved to be an excellent asset to syndicate operations, both in the field fighting heroes and as...a diplomat on the inside. well, sort of. the poor guy's kind of the glue holding the others together. ace can't stand adelie, viewing her as a nepo baby with no drive. and if adelie had the energy to be a hater...the sentiments would be likewise. ace feels too much. it annoys her. plus, he's a newcomer who used to be a hero?! suspicious! doesn't help that adelie does also have the energy to mess with him on occasion, though. however, both of them share a deep appreciation for ichigo...well, maybe something a bit more on ace's part. strange and offputting villain workplace yaoi?! say it ain't so.....

ALSO, some fun little sheets i filled out with the villains and their respective hero foils!! these are all based off initial dynamics, soooo. subject to change 😏 they are not immune to Character Development. would love to do the other villain hero combos, maybe later...original template can be found here!

[lunarharp]

played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles

[whimsicalcotton]

Angst on the Radio Anon

Tee hee found some dialogue from Scherzo 8th Doctor Big Finish play) that works way too well:

"I would've given anything to save you. I gave everything."

"I know! But I didn't want it if I couldn't have you too!"

anon you've inflicted 100000 points of psychic damage onto me and now i'm going to inflict it on everyone else

[legendoftherisingtide]

autistic becoming a neutral/positive adjective in todays culture would make my younger neurodivergent self so happy and hopeful (and i hope others can find that too:))

[utilitycaster]

I don't begrudge anyone their campaign preferences, and I think there's plenty of valid reasons to like Campaign 3 the best and this is not directed at people who are genuinely having a great time with it, but it feels like virtually all the nostalgia and wishful thinking I see surrounding Campaign 3 is screaming "you guys want Campaign 2." You want more slow travel and downtime and interparty conversations and slow-burn romance? You wish their main focus was fighting governmental corruption? You want a party that only semi-settles down at the end and keeps adventuring and remains very close? You're frustrated by how everpresent and overarching the moon plot is? You miss when they were just fucking around in a city? I genuinely believe you want Campaign 2, or at best you love a specific ship or a character from Campaign 3 but aren't happy about basically anything else, and would vastly prefer the tone and events and plot of Campaign 2. And I don't really care if you watch Campaign 2, or if you think I'm being annoying here; I simply genuinely believe you'd be happier watching Campaign 2 than Campaign 3 and are so deep in a sunk cost fallacy well you can't see it.

[perpetualexistence]

Bad news: I don't think I'm going to be able to write for ever day of TD horror week as I'd originally imagined.

Good news: The days I am going to be part of will be Cooking. I shan't spoil too much about it but one day already has 2.5K words and is only like a fourth of the way done.

[hawnks]

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