#I love wazzat......

[derpwithit]

YIPPIE HAPPY OLD PEOPLE

[askbabblong]

*sits down and sips tea* go on, tell me a story

If you insist, I'm obligated to oblige!

Speaking of obligated, there's this huge festival that happens every year at my hometown in Kansai! How huge? It's ginormous! Biggest event I've gone to. Anyways, my uncle Leeroy used to take me all the time when I was a kid, so I practically feel obligated to keep up the tradition! Not to say I mind, it's more exciting than most things here in Springdale! If we weren't by the food stalls trying out one of everything until we either got sick of it or got sick, we were probably playing games! I'm also a big fan of the lottery, y'know, y'know? Speakin' of the lottery...

[m4n1ac-f1ggz]

Me

[aziraphales-library]

hello mods! thanku for all the work u do on here ur all so ineffably talented :) could you possibly rec some married aziracrow fics ? preferably post-canon, non explicit & not human aus but if thats too much trouble i dont mind! thank you once again !!! 🫶🫶

By married I assume you're looking for fics with #domestic fluff? Here are some to add to the tag...

Autumn Leaves in London by Sabotaged_Words (G)

The Ineffable Husbands are living their Notting Hill dream. Crowley persuades Aziraphale to go for an autumn walk, which ends with Aziraphale reading to Crowley from one of his favourite books with Crowley relaxing on Aziraphale's lap.

but when he walks in, i am loved by vantablck (G)

Against all odds, Aziraphale and Crowley finally find themselves sharing a life and a home together. Oh, and they finally go on that much awaited picnic.

Some Part of Me Came Alive by ForSnaken (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley have been living in the South Downs cottage, are now married, and have decided to adopt four cats. Very domestic, and described by the beta as tooth-rottingly fluffy.

Like real people do by eerlingoq (G)

marriage /ˈmarɪdʒ/ the legally or formally recognized union of two people as partners in a personal relationship. Perhaps that's what the humankind would prefer to call it. Aziraphale and Crowley are not one of them. To them- it's one another simple tradition of those pesky little creatures. Maybe it has a more significant meaning to them now that they are free. To figure that out, it takes two occult beings to break the elephant in the room; just this once.

complementary colours by ineffabildaddy (T)

Aziraphale turned his gaze towards the love of his life, who was currently sat in the chair next to him, reading yesterday's copy of The Guardian in a grey Commodores t-shirt and a black-and-white stripy pair of boxer briefs. "What's your favourite colour?" Aziraphale enquired, breaking the tranquil silence of their breakfast ritual. Glancing up from his paper, Crowley arched an eyebrow. "Wazzat?" Or: Aziraphale has just moved into Crowley's cottage in the South Downs. We follow their little adventures as they grow accustomed to their new life together and endeavour to find out things they have never known about one another.

The first year (of the rest of their lives) by Melime (T)

After Armageddon doesn't happen, Aziraphale and Crowley learn to communicate about their feelings and to accept that Heaven and Hell truly are intent on ignoring them. Along the way, they enjoy romance and domesticity, learn to share a home, and decide what they want to do with their lives.

- Mod D

[blenselche]

theres ghosts in ur reflection, man.

narcissus retelling excerpt from Red String Theory

“Have your heart broken?”

Fionna chokes on a noise that catches in her throat. “I, no what?" she scoffs. "No.”

“I can see matters of the heart clearly. I outwitted a god once because of it, you know.” Sinope sniffs haughtily, arching a brow down at the girl. “You are hardly as opaque as an elder primordial entity, though you do reek like one.”

Fi frumps down into the water and chews at the inside of her cheek, admitting “so what if I did? It happens.”

“But hardly ever with oneself.” The body under the nymph's soothing, cool hands goes stiff. “There’s a story much like yours from my time, if you’d like to hear it.” She watches Fionna nod with a jerk of her chin and smiles. “There was once a beautiful warrior known for his long, blonde hair and perfect fighting form. Many had eyes for him, yet he only ever had eyes for himself. The man fell deeply in love with his reflection, sat lingering over the image of himself day in and out, speaking and singing to it for ages, one-sided days long conversations held as potential suitors were brushed off with hardly a second thought spared. They could only be parted by starvation, and upon his death he turned into a flower, sprouted at the edge of the pond he would lay at and gaze longingly into. He and his mirror self would be kept apart in perpetuity, only existing as one in the short time of twilight as his reflection vanished between the phases of the rising moon and the setting sun.”

“Wazzat s’pose to make me feel better?” Fi grouches under her breath.

“No.” The nymph rinses her head of seafoam, dunking her beneath the pool of water through her sputtering. “It should have knocked free a sense of immediacy, to act true to yourself. You can touch your reflection,” she lowers her voice, “my nephew could not.”

[lcs-library]

Can I request Hot chocolate with Juza from A3! 🫶 please and thank you 💕

I hope you’re having a wonderful day! And thank you for keeping the A3! Fans fed, I rarely see anyone post a3! fics anymore 😭

WAHWAH....... It is my duty to serve(≧∀≦)ゞ Thanks for the request ehehe

Request rules | Cafe menu(request prompts)

Hot Chocolate: Do they want kids? How are they around them?

🍡 I think Juza would be pretty flexible when it comes to wanting kids or not.

🍡 It’ll mostly come down to his partner’s choice, because he does like kids, he’s just pretty bad with them. 

🍡 Like I can imagine y’all in bed after a long day, and the subject of kids kinda comes out of the blue.

🍡 “Kids? I mean, they’re nice n’ all, just I dunno if I could handle ‘em,” he’d mutter, idly toying with your hand. “It’s a lotta work, right? You think we could pull it off?”

🍡 And whether you laugh it off with a hard no or reassure him you both could take on the challenge, he’d smile, lightly kissing your cheek with a low chuckle, a rare occurrence.

🍡 No matter what either of you choose, he loves you with his whole heart, and wouldn’t trade what he has with you for the world, whether it means starting a family or not.

🍡 To expand on how he is with kids, he’s um. Bad. 

🍡 Like bad to the point of him not wanting to show his face so they don’t get scared. *coughing in the general direction of the 7th anni event*

🍡 He really loves them, though, and wants them to feel safe around him, even if that means wearing that stupid mascot bear head. 

🍡 You’ll have to reassure him he looks fine, and that most kids probably wouldn’t be scared of a guy like him unless he actually tried to hurt them, and even if one of them was, he could show them he’s not scary.

🍡 I can see him helping out at local children’s theater classes to get used to talking to kids, and he’s happy he can help them learn to do what he loves most. 

🍡  One day, when you come by to walk home with him, you find him teaching one of the kids who happened to stay late. 

🍡 “Yeah, you got it. You just gotta imagine it’s like… like you and him are friends, and you gotta listen to him to get what he feels, then tell it to us,” he explained, his tone soft and even. “Does that make any sense?” 

🍡 “Yeah! Can I try one more time?” the kid replied, bouncing on his toes. Juza’s expression softened with a smile.

🍡 “’Course.”

🍡 It was at that moment he turned to notice you there, his body stiffening as his face reddened in embarrassment. You gave him a small wave, which he returned, before his hand shot back to the back of his neck. 

🍡 “Wazzat good?” the child asked, his gaze flicking back to Juza, who hadn’t even noticed he had started.

🍡 “It was great,” he praised. “You should get home soon, y’know.”

🍡 “Right! Thanks!” With that, the kid sprinted off, dashing home.

🍡 You took Juza’s hand, praising him on his improvement with a small peck to his lips, plunging his face into a sea of red. 

🍡 “Thanks… should we get somethin’ on the way home?”

🍡 You nodded, punctuating your agreement with a squeeze to his hand.

[stobinesque]

phryctoria | chapter 5: five by two (chi)

Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. Sometimes love is a lightning bug.

[1][2][3][4][5][6 & 7] | [Read on AO3]

On the way back from the bookstore Robin cranks up the volume on the beamer’s cassette player, and they both scream-sing along to the mixtape they’d finally finished at 4am this morning, after a sleepless night. Steve drums his hands on the steering wheel to the beat of “You Spin Me Right Round (Like A Record),” while wind whips through his hair from the cracked windows.

“Okay, so—I’ve got this loose floorboard back in my room—”

“Yeah, Robs, I’m aware.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to tell you something.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Well you can’t exactly bring your stuff home with you, can you?”

Steve is silent for a few beats, the mood tanking even while Pete Burns sings All I know is that to me / You look like you're lots of fun. “Yeah, I guess not.” Steve turns to look over at Robin, whose face has gone all serious. “What about you, though? Are you sure it’s safe to have it at your place?”

“Steve, you’ve met my parents—they’re sometimes weird about boundaries, but they don’t go snooping through my stuff. Definitely not to the point of prying up loose floorboards. Is that…?” Robin trails off, the concern in her voice evident, and Steve looks over to see that she’s frowning. “Is that something your dad does?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t really keep stuff in my room for him to find.” Really, he tries not to own or possess anything that he isn’t prepared for his dad to find anywhere. (Aside from the occasional pot stash, which he always buries in a small tin in the flower bed whenever he has enough left over to warrant it. Most of the time he just doesn’t buy more than he’s planning to smoke through before his parents get back from whatever trip they’re on.) “Anyway. That’s not the point. What if they do find it? Like, I don’t know, one of us forgets to put it away, or something.”

Robin bites at her lip and turns away to stare out the window. Her shoulders hitch up around her ears. “I don’t know. I don’t think...I mean I’ve never heard them say anything, you know? And, like, they were both hippies when they were younger, or whatever. It’d be weird for them to be homophobic, right?”

“Adults never make any sense.”

Robin huffs out a laugh. “Yeah. Right.” She twists one of her rings around her finger. “There’s no way to be totally sure of anything, right? But keeping it at my place is definitely safer than keeping it at yours.”

Steve sighs. “We really need to find another job.”

“Holy non-sequitur, Batman!”

“Non-sequi-what?”

“Random subject switch,” she explains, waving her hand.

“Hey, no, not random!” He pulls a hand off the wheel to flap a hand at her. “If one of us gets kicked out it may as well be both of us getting kicked out. And I don’t know about you, but I do not have enough saved up from Scoops to try to get an apartment.”

Robin grimaces. “That’s a good point.”

“I’m full of good points, Bobbie.”

She flashes him a lewd smile. “Not yet you aren’t,” she says with an exaggerated eyebrow waggle.

“I think at this point we just have to accept that you enjoy talking about my sex life, Buckley.”

Robin gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest like he’s wounded her. “I can’t believe you would say something so grossly offensive.”

“I hope you know that you’ve doomed yourself to a play-by-play the next time I get laid.”

“Ugh. Being friends with you is such a burden.”

“You love me, asshole.”

“God fucking help me, dingus. I do.”

“We headed back home?” Steve asks as they pass by the ‘Welcome to Hawkins Hell!’ sign.

Robin lifts her head from where it’d dropped against the window and yawns wide. “Wazzat?”

“Home.” Steve turns to look at her. “Are we going?”

Robin flops her head against the headrest, looking at him with a sleepy smile. “Keep driving?”

“Sure thing.” He keeps driving; no particular destination in mind, following backroads along the edges of Hawkins. The sun is still bright and warm, but low enough on the horizon that it shines through the windows and lights Robin up in gold.

She giggles off to his side.

“What? What’s so funny?” he shoots her a quick, suspicious glare.

Robin reaches across the center console to poke him in the face. “You’re shiiiiny.”

Steve slaps her hand away. “Will you stop? I’m trying to drive here! Do you want us to crash?”

“No, no.” Robin clears her throat and straightens in the seat as she speaks, making her voice all low and silly-serious. “Certainly not, monsieur.”

“See, no—what is that? ‘Monsieur’?”

Robin giggle-snorts, and then her face scrunches up as her laugh transforms into a full-on cackle. “Hey Stevie?”

“What.”

Robin flops back into his space, leaning in close to whisper conspiratorially, “Did you know you’re reaaallly easy to irritate. Like, so easy?”

Steve rolls his eyes, gently pushing her away with one arm. “Yeah, well, did you know that you act like you’re three drinks under the table whenever you take a nap for longer than 30 minutes? Huh?”

Robin yawns again, stretching her arms high above her head. “Absolutely worth it,” she says, sounding smug.

Steve shakes his head but can’t bite back the smile she brings to his face. He clicks back into a conscious awareness of their surroundings and realizes they’re passing by Weathertop. (Try as he might to deny it, the kids’ names for places have fixed themselves in his mind.)

He pulls off and parks the beamer on the side of the road, circling around the front to pull Robin out of the passenger seat. “C’mon, Bobbin, we’ve got a hill to climb.”

Halfway up, Robin suddenly starts flapping a hand against his chest. “Hey, hey! How’s that song go? The hills are alive, dah-da-dah daaah dah, you know?”

Steve smirks. “Aren’t your ears supposed to be little geniuses? Robs, the next lines are literally the title of the movie.”

“Pretty sure it was a musical first.”

“This does not actually help your case, you know that, right?”

“Whatever, dingus. Just tell me how the song goes.”

“You sure you wanna hear me sing?”

“Okay, you’ll notice how I didn’t say ‘sing how it goes for me,’ you could just tell me the words.”

“No, no, now you’re going to be subjected to the musical stylings of the Harrington family singers, because,” Steve leans into her space and starts singing, sickly sweet, “My heart wants to sing every soooong it hears.” His head is almost fully resting against Robin’s shoulder as he looks up at her with a shit eating grin.

“Oh, my god, get off me.” She shoves him away, laughing.

Steve lets himself be pushed, taking a couple dramatic, stumbling steps away from her before righting himself and drifting back into her space. “You know the next lines have always been my favorite, though?”

“Do you have the whole song memorized?!”

“...yeah?” Steve frowns at her. “Robs, it’s one of my favorite movies! I thought that’s why you asked!”

She shakes her head, looking at him a little dumbstruck. “Nope, I’m pretty sure I would have remembered that little Harrington factoid.”

“Well…yeah. My mom really loved it, so I guess I just watched it a lot growing up? Especially when my dad was out of town—before she started going on the trips with him—because then we could sing along.”

Robin opens her mouth to say something, before seeming to make the conscious decision not to approach the whole ‘you couldn’t sing along to the movie about being forbidden from singing?’ thing with a ten foot pole, and snapping her mouth shut again. “Huh.” She takes a couple more striding steps forward with a pensive look on her face. “So...how does the next part go?”

He smiles at her, and even without being able to see his own face he can tell that it’s radiant. “My heart…wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees.” He looks at her, and he can feel the way his gaze has become just a little too intense.

“Birds, huh?” She knocks his shoulder with her own, a gentle smile on her face.

“Yep. Always loved ‘em,” he says, his heart feeling a little gooey in his chest.

“Ugh, get away from me,” she says, shoving him away again. “You’re such a fucking sap, it’s disgusting. Where was this two months ago?”

“Mmm, don’t know if you knew this, Birdy, but I am very gay. I think I was probably driving girls away accidentally-on-purpose.”

Robin gives him a small nod. “Solid theory.”

As they begin to crest the top of the hill, Robin turns to look at him. “You have a really nice voice, you know?”

“Do I?”

“Oh, totally—like, two whole steps up from Kermit, at least.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m so touched.”

“As you should be.”

“As we both should be,” he says with a playful little leer. They’ve reached the top of the hill, and Steve flops onto his back with a giant exhale. Robin just stands there, peering down at him, so he reaches up to her with a beckoning gesture. “Come down here.”

Robin takes his hand and lets herself be pulled onto the grass. She settles into a lax position, her arms hovering out at her sides, like a snow angel at rest. Steve folds his own hands over his chest, like he’s been posed in a coffin. The two of them stare up at the clouds rolling past in silence.

“Do you think you’ll try to find someone to get friendly with when we go out?” Steve asks after a while.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She pauses, and Steve tracks a sparrow flying overhead. “It’s weird, because I don’t think I wanna just dive in headfirst with something casual, you know? But at the same time, it’s like—why let that hold me back? ‘Cause what are the chances there are any more of us out here in Hawkins?”

Steve shrugs. “I mean, I don’t know, I was never good at stats or whatever, but it’d be weirder if there were only two of us, right? And, like, we only know about each other because of…” He waves a hand around to encompass the Russians, the torture; the fucking truth serum…

“Yeah.”

“So, that just goes to show that if there are other gay people in Hawkins, they’re probably also keeping it pretty close to the chest.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t exactly improve my chances.”

“Point.”

“I just. If I do meet someone, I don’t want it to just be some casual thing, right? I’d want to, like, get to know her and go on dates and…and hold hands, you know?”

“Yeah.” They lay in silence, watching the sun make its slow creep toward the horizon. Steve turns to look at her. “We’re losing light.”

Robin turns to meet his gaze, and smiles. “Wanna stay ‘til the stars come out?”

It’s something they do now. One of the routines they’ve fallen into since Starcourt. Sometimes the sleepless nights will take them out to an empty field under a canopy of starlight.

“Sure.” Silence settles between them again, and Steve turns back to stare up at the sky. The world around them is abuzz with chirping crickets, and the occasional croaking toad. For awhile, Steve just settles into the little symphony. The pocket of peace out here. But eventually, he has to break the silence again. “So…are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“The whole ‘I’ve never said “lesbian” out loud,’ thing.”

Robin is quiet for several moments. “I don’t know if I can.”

Steve thinks about turning to look at her again but decides against it. Sometimes it’s easier not to be looked at. “Why not?”

“I don’t know, it’s just…it’s just a whole thing, right? Like, I don’t know, maybe it’s weird to think of it this way, but it’s—it’s a noun. And maybe that shouldn’t matter because, like, I don’t know, woman is a noun too, I guess. But it’s just like…weird? To think of this as being something that I am, as like…I don’t know.” Steve hears the grass rustle next to him. “I don’t think I’m making any sense.”

“No, no…I think I’m following. It’s like…what if it’s suddenly all that you are, and there isn’t room for anything else?”

“Yeah.” She sounds more confident now, like maybe she’s on the right track. “And, like, what if all that I am is…wrong? And I know that it’s fucked up to think about it like that, but—”

“But it’s hard to talk yourself out of thinking something you’ve spent your whole life hearing?”

“Exactly.”

Steve hums, weighing his next words in his head. “You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think that all of Robin Buckley is pretty fucking rad. And I know there’s more to you than being gay. You’re also—and, fine, I will admit it—the funniest person that I know, you’re scary good at solving puzzles, you can barely walk ten paces without tripping over yourself, you’re so, so incredibly brave, and protective, and caring. You have a fucking weird obsession with bugs—”

Robin’s hand darts out to smack his shoulder. “They’re cool!”

“They’re creepy!” Steve says, jumping out of her warpath.

“Okay, one, no they’re not, and two, even if some are, you can’t just paint a whole phylum with that broad of a brush.”

“If I agree that some bugs aren’t creepy, can we get back on topic?”

“…fine.”

“Okay, so, what I was saying, is that you’ve got so much going on that, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no risk of you only every being one thing, and, more importantly: all ofthe things that you are—even the fucking bug love—are the things that make you my favorite person, and you’re not allowed to say mean things about my best friend. So there.”

Robin is quiet for so long that the crickets seem to multiply in volume.

“Hey, Rob…you OD over there?”

Robin cracks a small laugh. “No, I…I’m…” The grass rustles again, and he turns his head to see that Robin has rolled onto her side to face him. He turns onto his own side to face her right back. “Hey, Fen?” she whispers.

“Yeah, Birdy?”

Robin takes a deep breath. “I’m a lesbian.” The second the words are out her mouth she breaks into a wide, relieved smile. A dam seems to burst, and suddenly she’s rolling onto her back and laugh-crying up to the heavens.

Steve rolls onto his back as well, and as he does a lightning bug—one of the few bugs that he will acknowledge sits in the “totally not creepy” category—flits past his head. He reaches up to scoop it out of the air, and to his right he sees Robin doing the same. They turn their heads just enough to look at each other again, each holding a firefly on the back of their hand. The light on Robin’s flares, and a moment later the butt of Steve’s lights up too

“You think they’re talking to each other?”

“Yeah, that’s how it works right? Like, um…” Steve searches around for the word and snaps the fingers of his free hand when he finds it. “Like Morse Code!”

“Yeah.”

“Wish we were lighting bugs. Then we could talk all the time without having to say anything at all. Plus—we’d be really pretty.”

“We can already do that,” Robin says. “And we’re both really pretty.”

“Touché.”

Steve watches the bug crawl across the back of his hand, fascinated by the way its little antennae flick and flutter.

“I don’t think you’d wanna be a lightning bug,” Robin says.

“Why not?”

“Because—no one actually appreciates them, y’know? Like, they think they do, but really they just wanna capture them and bottle them up for how pretty they are. And then they stuff you into a jar, and you slowly suffocate, and with each passing second your light shines a little less brightly, until it’s just dimly flickering, and so muted that you can’t even signal to anyone around you how close you are to dying.”

Steve blinks slowly, trying to process everything she’s just said. “... what the fuck, Robs?”

Robin jabs him in the shoulder, but light enough so as not to jostle him. “What I’m saying…is that I like you all glowy and free.”

The lighting bug has now made its way halfway down Steve’s arm. It opens its wing and flutters off. A moment later, Robin’s follows.

“Okay, I think that’s enough sad fossilizing for one day,” Steve says, pushing himself upright. Once he’s standing, he holds out his hand to Robin and hauls her to her feet.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

[somethingsomethingdgronpa]

Fragments of a broken family

PART ONE: A Glimmer Of Religion

I’ve been thinking about my past lately, since I kinda… left it… and all of that… but thankfully I managed to obtain some footage from the past, the… past… it’s all from the past, but different areas of the past. You get it? Anyway, let’s start with the first one.

(Shine puts a tape into a slot connecting to a slightly old TV and…)

“Welcome everyone to another episode of THE DATING GAME!!!! We have an extra spo-“

(Shine hurriedly takes the tape out of the slot.)

WRONG FOOTAGE! Ugh… how have I already got these mixed up? Hm… let’s see here…

(Shine rummages through a box of tapes, before she pulls out one titled “PG data 1.”)

Ah… that’s the footage I’m looking for. Here it goes…

(Shine inserts the tape into the slot, and we see a mystical sight. There was a cave full of crystals, filled almost to the brim with small, butterfly-like creatures. They soon open a path, where we see more dragging in a few dead aquatic creatures. A lavender-colored fellisio steps out of her cavern inside the cave, having noticeable glowing on her wings.)

“Ah, Chichi. I see you and your group have returned from your mission.”

“My leader, we have returned with a great bounty. Two nimoonas and a slaiorn. I hope this bounty allows you to get even stronger.”

“Very good. I bet Coral will enjoy this too.”

“Wazzat now?”

(A dark pink felliso makes her appearance, with an orange one on her back. The orange one was quite young, looking like it had just been born. They both also had the same glowing, by the way.)

“Ah, Coral. I see everything went well with your pregnancy?”

“Yeah, everything went all right! I just wish I came to you before I named him…”

“Coral, what did you name him?”

“I… I named him Butters. He looks like peanut butter to me, so I named him Butters!”

“Coral, you’re so informal sometimes! But I still love you.”

“What’s a peanut?”

“Chichi, stay out of this.”

“Ok… I will leave you be, my leader.”

(The butterfly-like creature walks off. The footage is mainly the two fellisios talking about their “religion,” before…)

“GET THE SPY!”

(The footage ends.)

[youve-doomed-us-all-jerk]

spoiler thots for totk now that ive finished the game and slept on it:

fun game :) not a gamer gamer so idk what i can say about gameplay stuff do not have the uh literacy for that, but i had fun lmao lmao but yeah lots of great turns i did not expect like with discovering how big the depths were, mineru and the dragons will say i found the draconification foreshadow memory early and then while high in the sky happened to find a new dragon and i was like "wazzat about" and then it hit me, also was pretty sure i caught a glimpse of the sword on its head, and after i got mineru pretty much got confirmation lmao pretty cool ass reveal nonetheless

hmm im not super familiar with zelda games so felt like we needed more father dorfeus scenes, mostly for his modus operandi, i do know enough about the demise stuff that yeah he's always fated to be born and end up "like that" lmao, and i can see why being born male in your race and suddenly youre just king no matter what and how that can warp his delusions of grandeur but would have liked to see that in action rather than just assume it, then again all the memories were stuff zeldy had to be there for so idk maybe just some like writing in the gerudo town archives or ruins etc.

also not the biggest fan of the ancient aliens stuff with the zonai, at the end of the day i know theyre going mostly for the simple good kingdom vs the evil conquerors and they dont wanna get into the nitty gritty of how kingdoms are formed in the first place cuz they want it to play out like a fairy tale, but im biased considering my own country lol, definitely felt colonizer myth vibes from how they presented the zonai as a super advance race coming to bring peace to the barbaric land.

do like rauru and sonia, thought it was nice they gave zelda a father figure-ish that was nice to her, and another mom, too bad they took that away from her again lmao. Also did like how they presented zeldas impact to the kingdom, she moved into a normal ass house and not fix the castle, built a school, helps people with gardening, you can really feel how much hyrule loves her and thats nice but also yes that final dive to zelda, with the music swelling and the reaching out and holding A and the redemption for her fall at the start of the game and yeah that really got me man, im sure some funny folk wanted to see what happens if we just let them fall and even i do somewhat now lmao, but in the moment swept up in the emotion so i wasnt gonna do that ofc

anyway whens the 3rd game :D

[purpleboytournament]

#LORENZ MY BOY#OHHH HE SUCKS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE'S SO STUPID BUT HE'S SO FUNNY#I HATED HIM AT FIRST BUT HE BECAME MOST SPECIALIST BOY B/C LIKE A THIRD OF THE WAY IN I REALIZED HE WAS ALWAYS MAKING ME SMILE#HE STARTS OF SO EGOTISTICAL AND POSH AND HE GETS PISSY EASILY AND THAT NEVER COMPLETELY GOES AWAY BUT#YOU ALSO SEE HIM STEADILY CHANGE IN HIS INTERACTIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS#HIS WORLDVIEWS SHIFT AROUND AND HE STARTS TO REALIZE THERE'S MORE TO LIFE THAN JUST TRYING TO LIVE UP TO EXPECTATIONS AND ACQUIRE A WIFE#HE GROWS TO RESPECT CLAUDE ON THEIR PATH TOGETHER AND HE HAS SOME OF THE FUNNIEST INTERACTIONS IN THE GAME#ALSO HIS TIMESKIP GLOW UP???? AAAAA????#i just ;-;#oh i love him#lorenz hellman gloucester#fe3h#bonus!: this posh and articulate fellow is played by the same man who played STITCH#YES THAT ONE THE BLUE ALIEN KID FROM THE BEST DISNEY MOVIE#ben diskin's such a good actor jfc his work as lorenz was also so nice he had such a fun range from haughty to flustered to determined and#and soft and#aghhhhhhh#(bonus fun fact he plays caspar too who is. so different to lorenz it blew my mind when i found out)#...huh? huh wazzat?#oh right! and lorenz is very purple!#vote him for that if nothing else - voxblade

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[thatcrunchything]

no memories, head empty

[oh-meow-swirls]

best part of rewriting 1 is that i can add the foreshadowing i wish it had. <3

[windstormwielding]

Verses Update!

{ ooc } So, because I have absolutely zero chill and some of you goaded me into it last night, I updated the Verses page with a new subsection: Alternate Universes within Bleach!

Basically, we got us some extra verses based on Burn the Witch and some of those bonkers extra Alternate Societies within Bleach: Brave Souls that caught my fancy. In other words, we got five extra verses ready to go! Figure it’d be a fun way to reach out to other Bleach muses that Kōta might not normally or regularly get to interact with – variety is the spice of life after all! Info is copy-pasted from the Verses page below for your convenience. (btw I’m real proud of some of the tag names-)

Additionally, I’m slowly opening up to crossovers and AUs with other series (also preliminarily listed in the Verses page), but whether it’s shinigami Kōta or a whole other alternate version of him will depend on a case-by-case basis.

With all that in mind... I’m kinda, sorta, MAYBE considering bumping up the blog from a limited few-ship to multi-ship. MAYBE. We’ll see.

1. “Thin Out the Flames Lest You Burn the Witch” leads Kōtarō on a diverging path a few years after reaching lieutenancy in the 13th Division. In this alternate future timeline, he is stationed in Reverse London as a Gotei 13 ambassador to Wing Bind, the Soul Society’s Western Branch. As the name implies, this verse takes place in Burn the Witch, following the end of Bleach.

2. “Above Clouds of Steam and Magic” follows a Kōtarō Ryōhei in an industrial universe with a steampunk twist. His wish to stand among the clouds leads Kōtarō into building his own jetpack and artificial wings. He works as a barista during the day and moonlights as an electric sword-wielding masked vigilante. This verse takes place in the Machine Society from Bleach: Brave Souls.

3. “Love Letters and Chocolate Feathers” follows a Kōtarō Ryōhei in a medieval universe with a Valentine twist. In the service of the Witch Queen Tier Harribel, Kōtarō works dutifully as Cacao Castle’s Royal Messenger. He is also fond of birds and looks after the Queen’s messenger birds in the castle’s aviary. This verse takes place in the Cacao Society from Bleach: Brave Souls.

4. “Wind Is a Kindred Spirit” follows a Kōtarō Ryōhei in a yokai universe with a divine twist. As the resident wind spirit, Kōtarō serves no master but his own whim, capable of generating anything from gentle breezes to destructive typhoons. He is adept at riding his crow-like familiar Ranmaru. This verse takes place in the Spirit Society from Bleach: Brave Souls.

5. “Raindrops on Desert Sands” follows a Kōtarō Ryōhei in a barren universe with a sandy twist. A mage who pursues wind and water magic, Kōtarō aims to be able to summon rainfall, and takes it upon himself to study clouds and the weather for the sake of that goal. This verse takes place in the Desert Society from Bleach: Brave Souls.

[aili-not-ally]

The Gumball Letters

Marshall,

If you're reading this, then my time has come.

Inside this box that Butterscotch Butler (hopefully) gave you, you will find photos, tchotchkes, and a smaller box. Just don't put on the cursed amulet we found four hundred years ago. Ha ha, wasn't that fun? Inside the smaller box is a necklace I've made for you. It's not much, but I hope you'll like it. The charm is made from a fragment of your old bass and the twine is from one of the strings. After we left the Glass Kingdom that day, I went out to look for the remains, hoping I could piece it back together. Those two bits were all I could find, sadly.

Marshall Lee, I love you more than anything in this world. Even though I'm not the best at showing it, it'll always be true. I don't want you to wallow in a pit of misery now that I'm gone. I know how you get. Instead, go out and make some new friends. Just promise that you won't forget Fionna, Cake, Evan, LSP, or anyone. And promise you won't forget me. Don't think of this as goodbye. I'll always be in the cotton candy grass you walk on and in the sugar smelling air you breathe. Don't weep at my grave. Be happy. Be free. Be you.

I love you, Marshall Lee Abadeer.

Sincerely,

Barnabas Gumball

P.S: Don't let Cinnamon Bun fool you - she has dibs on nothing. And don't worry about the Candy Kingdom. Mo-Chro will look after it.

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Hey, Bubba.

I don't know how you'd feel about me writing this. It's been two hundred years and I just still can't believe you're gone.

I wish that you would have let me do something to help. But at the same time, I respect your wishes to move on from this world.

I did my best to take care of Mo-Chro for you. And I checked in on Cycla and Gorion every chance I got. I also appreciate you assembling that box for me. But I made my decision: I'm going to look for some vampire hunters and allow them to stake me. I can't do it, Barney. I tried to be strong. I really did. But I just can't. You don't understand how lonely it is here in Aaa without you. Without Mo-Chro. Without Fionna and Cake. Without anyone.

So yeah. I'm just gonna wait around for some bozos to come and exterminate me. Hopefully it won't take long. I just hope people still believe in vampires. I know this is more of the coward's way out. But I'm tired, Bubba. I've lived since before the Great Mushroom War. And I'm just tired.

I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of killing. I'm tired of living.

I'm coming, Barnabas.

-M.

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To whoever reads this...

My name is Ben, the former prince of the Pup Kingdom.

And I'm Shelly! His best friend!

We only know bits and pieces of this Marshall guy's story, but we think it's worth telling. So if you see the gravestone we've laid in the ground for him, please take some time to pay your respects.

And don't steal the necklace!!

"Great, Shelly, now all people are gonna wanna do is steal the necklace!"

"Then we better take it with us!"

"No! That would make us grave robbers!!! Do you want that on your conscience?!"

"Wazzat mean?"

"Shelly..."

-Fin.

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Okay so for context:

The first letter was written a few decades after the events of Obsidian. Gumball got sick and made the box and the necklace for Marshall.

Marshall tried to convince Gumball to let him turn him into a vampire so he could live forever, but Gumball said no. Don't ask me why. There were a lot of tears that day though.

Anyway, Butterscotch Butler gave Marshall the box. And there were even more tears. Mo-Chro took over the Candy Kingdom, but he died about fifty years later. Marshall tried to go on for a while longer, but he pretty much just gave up by the time Ben and Shelly came into the picture.

Ben and Shelly received a commission to deal with Marshall. Guess who posted it.

So they go to stake Marshall, who surrendered. Shelly and Ben drop the stakes, feeling bad, and Marshall just takes the wood and does it himself.

After snooping through his stuff, Shelly and Ben figure Marshall out and bury it all. The necklace now hangs on a tree branch above his gravestone.

And don't worry - no one stole it.

[fallen-gravity]

For all Eternity

Now that Molly's all settled in back home, there's nothing she wants to do more than sleep. She doesn't want to think about anything that happened, and all she wants to do is find comfort in sleeping in and dealing with all of that tomorrow.

Unsurprisingly, though, the universe has other plans for Molly, and even in her snuggliest pajamas and under her softest blankets, Molly cannot fall asleep no matter how hard she tries.

Notes: 

I haven't been able to stop thinking about the broken curse since the episode aired. I've seen plenty of people worry that it's a bad thing, and things are only going to get worse as a result of it, but I think that Molly and Scratch would think differently.

Here's my love letter to that.

AO3

At least at the end of the day, you can finally snuggle back into your bed where you belong.

That had been Molly’s first thought when they finally finished re-unpacking all of their belongings. She didn’t want to think about anything else, she didn’t even want to consider how long it would likely take her for family to financially recover, she didn’t want to think about things possibly getting worse, and she most certainly didn’t want to think about what the consequences of leaving the house meant for her friendship with Scratch.

He knew what packing up and leaving meant. They both knew what packing up and leaving the house meant. Even if it wasn’t a permanent evacuation like they’d originally thought it was, leaving is still leaving, and the curse is still broken either way.

But Molly doesn’t want to think about that. All Molly wants to do is sleep. Sleeping in the back seat of the family car was just as uncomfortable as she’d feared it would be, and Molly considers herself lucky if she’d gotten even three days’ worth of enough sleep in the entirety of the month her family had been set up in the woods. Now that she has a bed back, all she wants to do is curl up under the blankets and sleep through the entire weekend.

Unsurprisingly, though, the universe has other plans for Molly, and even in her snuggliest pajamas and under her softest blankets, Molly cannot fall asleep no matter how hard she tries. She turns over on her side to blindly reach around her nightstand for her phone to check the time, and can’t help but groan when she sees that it’s nearing four in the morning. She’s not really sure what else she can do at this point, but she knows that if she starts looking through her phone then she’s never going to fall asleep tonight. With a heavy sigh, she places her phone screen-down on her nightstand, and curls up into fetal position. She’s about to close her eyes and try to force herself to sleep for the thirtieth time tonight, but a soft blue glow coming from a little dollhouse in the corner of her room catches her eye, and there’s a painful squeeze in her chest.

She doesn’t want to think about it.

She doesn’t want to think about how she can’t stop thinking about it.

She doesn’t want to think about the fact that she knows, deep down, that the reason she can’t sleep is because she can’t stop thinking about it.

But she’s so, so tired, and all the other times she’s tried forcing herself to stop thinking about it she’s only made herself feel worse, and she’s not sure her eyes can handle crying any more than she already has tonight. 

“Scratch?” Molly calls, and her heart twists painfully in her chest knowing that it’s no longer enough to bring him to her side anymore. She can already feel the tears fighting to fill her eyes again, but she does the best she can to blink them away. “Are you awake?” she asks, knowing full well it’s a stupid question that he’s not going to answer if he’s asleep. There’s a brief moment where she receives no reply, and she’s about to start kicking herself for jumping to conclusions that asking nicely would be enough to wake him, but sure enough, it’s not long before Scratch emerges from the window of his little dollhouse, tiredly rubbing at his eyes. 

“Wazzat?” he slurs, and Molly’s relieved that there isn’t a hint of annoyance or anger to be found in his exhausted voice. Much to Molly’s surprise, he takes the time to float to her bedside, despite the fact that he looks like he’s still asleep. It's almost enough to put a smile on her face, but she can’t help the guilt already building in the pit of her stomach for waking him up.

“Sorry,” she whispers, squeezing her blanket as she sits up. “I just…I couldn’t sleep” 

Scratch is still rubbing at his eyes when a heavy sigh escapes him. “Me neither, kid” he mumbles quietly, almost as if he didn’t want her to overhear. That surprises Molly a great deal; she never read Scratch as the type to suffer from insomnia, and she thought for sure that he’d be twice as eager to sleep in tonight as she is, considering all of the extra work he had to do to keep the house safe.

Or, err, all of the extra work he had to do to keep his house safe. That train of thought hits Molly like a brick, and she frowns. 

Scratch finally stops rubbing at his eyes, and a concerned frown forms on his face after he sees the look on Molly’s. “Everything okay, Moll?”

That question alone is almost enough to get her crying again. She squeezes her blanket in her hands for comfort, and does her best to choke down the break in her voice before replying. “Y-yeah! Everything’s fine. Everything’s totally normal. I just---” she pauses to swallow the lump in her throat. “...can’t stop thinking about everything. I mean, I know everything is back to normal and everything’s peachy keen, and there’s no reason why I should be having so much trouble falling asleep, but…I can’t, Scratch, because everything’s not back to normal” 

“You were homeless, Molly. I don’t think anyone expects you to act like everything is all sunshine and puppies the first night you’re back at home.” Scratch places a hand on her shoulder, the same way he always does when he wants to comfort her but isn’t entirely sure how. “I know you have a whole thing about pretending you’re happy when you’re at your most miserable, and it may fool your teachers and your classmates,” he squints at her, “but you’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that if you’re trying to pull that on me.”

“...I know,” Molly whispers, and she finally gives up and lets the building tears pour down her cheeks. “But…I’m not even talking about all of that” 

“...Oh?” Scratch’s hand slips from her shoulder. “Then, uh, what are you talking about?” 

“Us, Scratch!” Molly waves her hands back and forth between them. “The curse. I know it’s gone, and I know you know it’s gone, and…” she pauses to wipe the tears from her eyes with her wrist. “...you don’t have to keep pretending it isn’t, just to spare my feelings”

There’s something almost…pained in Scratch’s expression. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean…what you said earlier was so sweet of you, but, really, if…” Molly drops her gaze from Scratch so she doesn’t have to see the look on his face. “If…you want to leave, now that you’re not obligated to stay with me anymore, you can. I’d understand.” She turns her gaze to the dollhouse in the corner of the room. “You can even take that with you, if you want. It’s more yours now than it ever was mine.” Her grip on her blanket is getting so tight that her knuckles are turning white. “It’s…it’s nice having you around, but I’d hate for you to give up everything you have somewhere else just so I won’t be sad.” She closes her eyes, though it’s mostly to stop more tears from building. “If you have...somewhere better to be, I don’t want to be the one holding you back.” 

There’s a long, heavy pause where Scratch doesn’t say a word. Molly does her best to avoid looking him in the eyes, she really does, but her curiosity eventually gets the best of her and she finally allows herself to make eye contact with him.

Scratch looks appalled. 

No, even more than that.

Scratch looks like someone just ripped his undead heart right out of his chest and stomped all over it. 

He opens his mouth to speak, closes it, and repeats the gesture a number of times before he sighs and sits down on Molly's bed beside her. “Molly, that’s not…” he starts, his voice cracking with emotion. “I…” he begins again, nervously twiddling with his thumbs. “I…haven’t exactly been honest with you.”

“You haven’t?” Molly tilts her head, taken aback by such a blunt response. “About what?” 

“N-not about the curse, if that’s what you’re thinking!” he’s quick to clarify, waving his arms around in the air defensively. “I mean, about…myself.”

“Oh?” Molly sits up even straighter, because she’s not sure what she was expecting but it sure wasn’t that. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” he begins, and he’s back to nervously twiddling with his thumbs again. “A-and you can’t blame me for not telling you any of this earlier, because, uh, this is really personal stuff, and I’ve never told anybody about this, and-”

“Scratch.” Molly gently places a hand on his shoulder, doing her best to offer him a gentle smile amidst her concern for him. “It’s okay. I won’t judge.” 

He sighs again, but his whole body language relaxes like he believes her. “I know.” He replies, and takes a deep breath as if he’s bracing for impact.

“The truth is…I lied to you about my reputation in the Ghost World. I know better than anyone that I’m one to flaunt myself around as the guy everyone knows and the guy who has special connections, and that I exaggerate, and I go around acting like I’m the most important person in the room. I go around acting like the reason I’m too grumpy to give anyone the time of day is because I think I’m better than them, but…” he pauses to turn his glance away from her. “The truth of it is that they hate me over there, Molly. They call me the worst of the worst to my face. And it’s not like I don’t try, because I try, and I try, and I try, and no matter how much I try it’s as if they’re all just waiting with bated breath for the moment when they finally get to banish me for good.”

“Even the Council!” he throws his hands into the air dramatically. “The Council, my bosses, they’re just waiting for the moment that I screw up so they can banish me, because they all think I’m just one big mistake. They don’t want me in the Ghost World. No matter where I turn, all I see are faces that think I’ll be better off when I’m gone.”

Much to Molly’s surprise, there are tears building in his eyes. She’s about to say something, she’s about to jump in and console him and say that he doesn’t deserve it, and he’s not worthless, no matter what they say, but he continues on before she can so much as open her mouth.

“But…you, Molly…” his expression shifts into a wobbly smile, but the tears do not stop building in his eyes. “You’ve shown me something so much more than anything I’ve ever felt since I died. Your whole family, as a matter of fact. You’ve shown me compassion, and you’ve shown me understanding, and you’ve shown me love, even when I didn’t deserve it. I still have trouble believing I deserve it, and yet you still show me nothing but love.”

“I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been a ghost, so the only thing I can say with certainty is that it has to have already been years. It could even be a couple of decades. Time is all weird for ghosts, so I don’t really remember all that much, but that’s not important.” he shakes his head. “What’s important is that you’ve only been in my afterlife for a fraction of it. Less than a year, even, and…you’ve shown me love, and you’ve shown me compassion, and you…” he clears his throat, “you’ve welcomed me into your family, all in an amount of time that would feel like the blink of an eye for any other ghost.” he finally finds the courage to look at her again, but he’s clearly overwhelmed by his own words, because he’s looking everywhere but at her face. “You’ve…you’ve changed my outlook on afterlife, Molly, and if I were feeling bold I’d even go as far as to claim that…” his voice trails out, and Molly almost has to strain to hear the last part, “you make me feel like I’m alive again”

Okay, now Molly’s sobbing for an entirely different reason than she had been earlier. She pulls Scratch into a tight hug, and he doesn’t hesitate for even a moment before he returns the hug just as tightly. 

“Point is,” he continues, as if Molly isn’t already enough of an emotional wreck as is. “I have nowhere better to be because this is the best place for me to be. Right here in Brighton with you. I’ll say it again if I need to; I’m not going anywhere” 

Molly opens her mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a choked sob. She pulls out of the hug to wipe at her eyes with her wrists, but she can’t help but immediately go in to throw her arms around him in another hug, because she never ever wants to take hugging him for granted ever again. “Thank you, Scratch” she whispers, squeezing him tightly. “You don’t know how much it means to hear you say that” 

Scratch returns her hug with all the force he can manage, and he mumbles something incomprehensible as he buries his head into her shoulder.

“What was that?”

“Scratch McGee” he repeats, just loud enough for her to hear without breaking out of a whisper. “You, uh. You didn’t get my name quite right there. You said Scratch, but it’s actually Scratch McGee.”

A sound that’s halfway between a laugh and another sob escapes Molly’s throat.

“Of course,” she mumbles, pulling him even closer into her arms. “Scratch McGee. Thank you for correcting me.”

[bardic-tales]

Unashamed Adoration Tag Game!

I was tagged by @bluegreystarstuff. I really loved the pieces you shared.

Rules: Pick lines from your WIPs out of context that you love

The snippets are below the cut.

Flight of the Dragon

Snippet 1:

He began chanting, reciting words as old as Arathea, words he knew by heart. He could never forget these words, nor could any of his kind. They were the required words to undo the spell keeping them hidden in this human form. The scene was so strange that the charging Glorendine stopped in his tracks.

"Wazzat muck your gibberin'? No one said there'd be spell speakers here!"

"I'm so much more than that," Brennan replied, snapping his eyes open. His irises were changed now, silver, catlike. The last word of the spell had been spoken, and his transformation into a silver dragon had begun. His betrayal of Beatrix was complete.

Snippet 2:

"What is it you plan to do, Lord Brennan?" Haliun questioned, gingerly climbing upon the dragon's shoulders. He pressed himself flat, clinging to spines that grew from his back.

"I will take us up, above the battle," Brennan said. "It will allow you to survey the scene. You need to look for Beatrix, and we must find the child. That is most important. We must find the child and make sure she is sped away from these people."

With a few flaps of his massive, billowing wings, Brennan lifted from the ground. In short time, he had circled high above the fortress, and he stretched his wings out, gliding to allow Haliun to take a look.

Pale Fire

Snippet 1

"Well, I think it's a good thing he did a piss poor job," Shay grunted, nudging her. "We wouldn't have gotten to know each other, as it were. Besides, I pushed him as far as he would let me. I was a right bastard sometimes. Might be why they wouldn't listen to me when it came down to it, but it's no excuse. I might have been a bastard, but I was never a liar."

"You have your convictions," she said. "And when forced to choose, you stood by them. Not many can say the same. I had no one when my parents died. Looking back, I know that Jackson took advantage of me. I had nothing. I would have starved without him. He convinced me that I owed him. I did, but I consider the debt paid now."

"Did you make any friends while training? It wasn't only Jackie boy all day every day, was it?"

Snippet 2

"Why do you call me your wolf?" he asked.

"The characteristics of a wolf dwell within you. You are a guardian, someone who protects those too weak to defend themselves. I have no doubt you would have tried to rescue me from my father. As much as you rally against it, you yearn to find yourself in a loving relationship. You trust your instincts. If more men were like you, then the world would be a safer place."

"If more men were like wolves? The world would be safer? That doesn't make a lot of sense," he chuckled. She still had a hand wrapped around his cock, and she wasn't going to let go.

"Sure," she argued. "It does. Wolves are honorable, loyal. There is no deceit in the pack. There is no danger to any in the pack from the others. The danger is only to the sheep."