#I really needed to have someone name the TYPES of joints and WHY they look the way they look. I need to understand how they move

[robinsceramics]

image descriptions: a page from "Drawing Human Anatomy" by Giovanni Civardi followed by a page from Morpho: Mammals. The first page is titled "Notes On Movement" and has description of various types of human joints with illustrations of those joints on the side; the second page shows drawings of ermines, genets, and wolves, with their bone structures displayed in various ways.

my reading materials tonight! I'm finally sitting down to a serious study of bones and muscles.

[viperbunnies]

"Nothing good ever comes out when I start hoping... but maybe just a little bit."

[Thank you to @.unfinished-projects-galore , @.ai-kan1 and @.stestylius-arts for the assets! Thank you as well to @jovieinramshackle for giving me the inspo to finally start on this, and to @crystallizsch , @angelwishess and @twstgo whose oc intros I took inspo for the layout 🫶]

An outlier from the school, due to his situation he was home-schooled for the majority of his first year. They have decided to accompany the Ramshackle prefect in their daily endeavors, serving as a guide and as a companion in the worn-down dorm.

BASIC INFO.

NAME: Oswald "Oz" Damarys BIRTHNAME: ???? ??????? ALIAS: Oz, Ozzie, Flashlight Fish (Floyd), Monsieur Porcelaine (Rook) Shortie-senpai (Yuudai) AGE: 17 BIRTHDATE: August 26 HEIGHT: 154 cm SPECIES: Half-human half beastmen GENDER: Demi-boy (Uses they/he and masc titles) ORIENTATION: Demisexual ALIGNMENT: Lawful Neutral MBTI: ISFP Voice claim: Here! (Stc)

LIKES: Stargazy pie, Seafood in general, Acrobatics, Crochet, Art in general, Reading, Fairytales, Music boxes, Classical Music, Card games, Mystery books, Sightseeing, DISLIKES:Wishmaking, Shooting stars, Crowded places, Performing, Being observed, People touching his birthmark, His "Luck", Basketballs

Unique Magic Your Next Line is! [ Flash Forward ] — "An indisputable future is what I see... Your Next Line is!" Oswald is able to take a peek into someone's future as long as they keep contact with his pearly white eye. It can be anything from 5 seconds from now or a day later - This visions manifests like rolls of film - Lately It appears his unique magic is going haywire, showing him visions without the need of eye contact. (They aren't pleasant visions)

TRAITS +  Easy-going; Flexible; Warm; Appreciative =  Tolerant; Perceptive; Witty; Impartial -  Overworker; Indecisive; Reliant; Worrisome

BRIEF OVERVIEW (STC)

Oz is a man of many tricks; he was raised to entertain the audience, which is why he is great at lightening up the mood of the room. The many tricks he can do reminds others of a puppy trained on how to play dead, or shake hands. Despite that, Oz actually struggles in actually expressing the his true feelings— used to being the brunt of many jokes growing up, he believes that he is simply a puppet used for the entertainment of others. He sees himself as a hollow doll with no real personality, only meant for display. He is confused about who his truly is, used to what others want to see and not what he wants to show. Slowly, he is realizing that he is merely human, and that he should live for his own sake. (Old info from my notes)

TIDBITS

Random Facts - Part-beastmen, specifically a rabbit beastmen but he lacks actual features aside for his tail that was cauterized off when he was younger - He doesn't look the part but he also likes getting into shenanigans, sometimes instigating Yuu and Adeuce with the pranks they do (No one really believes the trio when they say it was Oz's idea) - He's double jointed which is helpful with his Acrobatic hobby. - Love language is gift giving, and has a tendency to make crochets for other people. They're typically things that remind them of the other. - Has a lot of birthmarks on his face, but he started to cover them with foundation after Floyd made fun of it. - Has a terrible sense of direction so he gets lost easily, but he'd like to travel around the world someday. - He has terrible luck, and while he doesn't believe in superstitions he began to be wary about them. Doesn't want to get knocked out unconscious by a basketball whenever he passes by the gym. - Doesn't really mind being called Oswald, but he associated that to whenever he'd get scolded... so Oz is his more go to nickname.

TYPING QUIRK: - His friend got him into using Kaomojis, he likes the ones with bunny ears. - Likes sending voice messages to get his point across. - Usually types in sentence cases, (although when he isn't feeling well he types in lower cases) SPEAKING QUIRK: - Uses a lot of onomatopoeia to describe unknown things. - Speaks firmly when he feels strong emotions. - Sometimes bites his tongue when he rambles, or not focused. BEHAVIOURAL QUIRKS: - Nose has a tendency to twitch when he’s interested, or irritated. - He also unconsciously thumps his foot when he’s annoyed.

RELATIONSHIPS (WIP)

(Might put a brief overview on their more notable relationships in the future!) Note: - Main Oc x Canon is with Jamil (ignore that pink on silver and jade) - Divus is his foster parent

PNGS BELOW:

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[seeingivy]

deja vu

phd!eren x f!reader

**part of my canary mate fic

previous part linked here

--

[busstopbilly]: You’re quiet today. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: ruminating. 

[busstopbilly]: About? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: marriage. 

[busstopbilly]: ??? 

[busstopbilly]: About the institution of marriage or of your marriage? Or someone else’s marriage? 

[busstopbilly]: Or your marriage to me. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: so inquisitive today. 

[busstopbilly]: We should make one of those deals where once we turn thirty and we’re both not married, we should just bite the bullet and marry each other. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: deal! 

[busstopbilly]: How far away are you from thirty? 

[busstopbilly]: :D 

[lizontopoftheworld]: you’re funny 

[busstopbilly]: You seem low energy today. Marriage really has you that down? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: sorry. i’ve just been rotting since last night. in the mental space if that makes sense. 

[busstopbilly]: It makes sense. 

[busstopbilly]: Any catalyst to said rotting? 

[lizontopoftheworld]: overbearing mother 

[busstopbilly]: Classic. She should meet my dad. 

[lizonotopoftheworld]: they’d have a joint meltdown. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i just don't understand where people find people. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: like how is that PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE 

[lizontopoftheworld]: like what are the odds that you like someone at the the same time that they like you 

[lizontopoftheworld]: liking someone that you stay together for like…for like years. since highschool. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: so many people cheat on other people. or stop liking them. hell, people just get bored of each other! 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i do not understand how it happens for other people. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: it’s just not fair. 

[lizontopoftheworld]: i get that it happens for other people but why doesn’t it happen for me? every person i know has been romantically involved with someone and i…i’ve never even gotten close to that 

[lizontopoftheworld]: the only person that flirts with me is you. you don’t even know what i look like. and you know. weird guys with small dicks do too but that raerely counts.

[busstopbilly]: I think chemistry is a big part of it. There are certain people that you just tend to feel close and connected to. Sometimes from the first time that you talk. While it does feel rare to you right now, because you’ve never felt it, think of it as a sampling issue. 

[busstopbilly]: You just haven’t been around someone who has warranted that out of you yet. But it is physically possible and it will happen for you. I know how annoying it sounds, but it sneaks up under your nose when you’re least expecting it.

[busstopbilly]: People cheat. But people also don’t cheat. I’ve been talking to you for nine months and have yet to get bored. It’s less likely to happen to you - speaking from experience – because talking to you is my favorite part of the day. 

[busstopbilly]: Take a breath. It’ll be okay. 

[busstopbilly]: If it makes you feel any better, I have the romantic capabilities of a teaspoon. The last time I took a girl on a date was in the sixth grade. 

--

eren calls your name three times. three times before he comes up with the only thing that he can think of, which is poking the side of your temple to get your attention. 

but he can’t help it. he takes the few seconds to observe you in full, from so close, because he’s never really gotten the chance. he counts four glittering earrings hanging from your lobe, perfectly matched to your outfit.  

eren wonders if that many piercings are uncomfortable. if you matched them on purpose. but retracts the need to ask you that. 

eren also observes that you’re particularly tense. that you’re slouching and scrunching up your shoulders up to your neck, that you frown while you’re typing, and that at the very least, you have eyebags that you’re not bothered enough to cover up. 

the music blaring through your headphones is obscenely loud. if he’s hearing right, you have an eerily similar music taste to his little sister's favorite pop artists, which he decides is entirely on brand for you. 

eren reaches forward, lightly tapping on the side of your temple to get your attention. 

he notes that you seem extremely disoriented by the gesture, the loud music blaring through your earphones – which he was positive was going to give you premature tinnitus – ceasing as you pull them out and glare at him. 

he also can’t help but notice that you’re looking at him with an insane amount of disdain. granted, almost every time you did look at him you were looking with disdain, but it was…almost amplified today. 

he can’t help but notice that he’s too observant when it comes to looking at you. that there’s so much to notice, mainly because he feels like there’s an absence of information that he’s working with as a baseline. 

eren’s final conclusion was that you were too reserved. or too reserved when it came to him. 

increasingly so, he’s reminded that this is how he had always felt around you. that more apparently, he keeps being reminded it with all the time he’s spending you and it’s irritating to him. 

“can i help you?” you ask. 

“lab lunch. i just picked it up.” eren offers. 

you bite at the side of your lip. 

“i love to eat my food cold. i’ll eat it in an hour.” you respond. 

eren leans forward, resting his arms on the top of your cubicle as he peers over to the screen of your laptop. he notes that you have three tabs open – two of which were abstracts that you were writing for the upcoming conference – and the last being facebook. 

eren wants to observe more. only because he’d rather do that than hear sasha prattle on for the entire lunch. 

“you know, levi’s going to come up here to get you anyways.” eren states. 

you flare your nostrils, before looking back up at him and glaring.

“well, he can spare himself the trouble. i’m not hungry. and i’m not in the mood for whatever the hell you’re trying to do either.” 

eren rolls his eyes. 

“did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” eren asks. 

you seethe. 

“no. i was having a particularly great day before you showed up, actually.” 

“it’s my week to pick up the food. meaning, that when you don’t come down, they’re going to blame me and send me back up here. how about you spare me the trouble and just come?” eren asks. 

you roll your eyes, slamming the computer shut and giving him an exasperated gesture, and stand up. eren gives you an agreeable smile, the two of you walking in tandem down the steps. 

the lunch room is pleasantly quiet, something that you know won’t last for long – and something that wouldn’t help the pulsating feeling that’s been thrumming in your forehead – as you walk over to the table. 

you settle for the seat in between levi and gabi, and unfortunately, the one that’s annoyingly across from eren. but today was the day to make that type of sacrifice, because there was no way you would be able to stand the conversation you were positive was going to happen at the end of the table. 

“hi y/n.” gabi states. 

you give her a halfhearted smile. 

“hi gabs. how are you doing?” you ask. 

“good, good. how are you? i heard you very intensely smacking on your computer earlier.” 

you laugh. 

“i’ve just been trying to finish up the grant and abstract submissions for the conference. it’s not that i necessarily hate it, but…writing is the most difficult part of the whole research process for me.” you respond. 

gabi gives you a nod, carefully peeling through the wrapping on her sandwich as you follow her suit. eren notes that she shoots falco a look across the way and he shakes his head in response to whatever he’s referring to. 

it’s hard enough to keep up when they speak in their weird slang and tongues. now eren had to read their facial expressions too? 

“i hate writing too.” falco states. 

“no one asked you, falco. i was talking to y/n.” gabi scolds. 

falco shoots her an irritated look, one that she returns right back, as you demolish the paper that’s wrapping your sandwich. it tears easily, into small slivers of paper that you fumble with in your fingers. 

“you know. you should ask eren for help with that. he’s really good at that type of thing.” gabi offers. 

you and eren shoot each other a cautionary look, before the two of you shake your heads. 

“i wouldn’t want to impose.”  you state. 

“i’m very busy, gabi. with all the extra analysis that you asked me to do. stop offering up my time like it’s your own.” eren mutters. 

gabi gives him a peachy smile. 

“what if i say please?” gabi jokes. 

eren glares at her. but you can tell that deep down, he’s amused by her antics. you wonder what she sees in him as a mentor. especially when he does such little mentoring. 

“no.” eren responds. 

“you might need the help, you know.” falco murmurs. 

you pinch your eyes at him. 

“you might need it too, sweetheart. you misspell brain as brian every time you write it in your proposal.” 

gabi snickers at your side. 

“and you misspelled your own name on your application. you’re not one to laugh.” levi murmurs. 

eren wonders how much falco and levi must know about you. that naturally, you had to be the type of person to share with those that you actually liked, because most people were, and that they were both probably sitting on stories and stories of information. 

like the fact that you misspelled your name in your application. 

“you know, that might actually be a good idea.” levi states. 

“what? hanging falco at the stake?” you ask. 

“i second that.” gabi adds. 

“i mean, your writing could use a second pair of eyes. eren’s good at that type of thing to my understanding. and i’ve heard, maybe more times than i’ve liked, that eren’s machine learning algorithm could use some help too, so you two should just get together and work it out.” levi clarifies. 

you pinch your lips into a straight line. 

“some classical teamwork. what a great idea, levi!” hange states. 

“don’t kiss up.” levi responds. 

“i really don’t think that’s necessary, levi. i’m sure i can figure it out on my own.” 

levi narrows his eyes.

“well, i’m fairly positive you can figure it out on your own. i just don’t see the point of flailing uselessly when there is someone who can help you.” levi asks. 

the criticism stings. and it’s one that he offers to you often – that you’re chronically incapable of asking those around you for help. it was a natural state of mind, for you to reason through the thing on your own than rely on other people. 

you hate group projects. you prefer when you can control the entire thing from the get go to make sure that it’s up to your standards. and it’s difficult to reconcile with people when you’re not that good at being a people’s person. 

in hindsight, your choice of career feels rather ironic. 

“i mean, yes but…” 

“then you should do it. it’s pretty competitive, especially when you apply under applied neuroscience. it gives you a better chancel.” levi offers. 

you sigh, sinking into the divot of your chair, as you look over at eren. 

“do you have time on wednesdays?” you ask. 

eren pinches his lips into a line. 

“sure. we can do the morning.” eren responds, tone gritting through his teeth. 

it’s right at that moment that you want to sink into the hole for real and crawl back upstairs to the safety of your cubicle. that you’d have to work with him again, that he’d rip every last typo that you made to shred, and your project in shambles. 

it gets worse. because it’s right when sasha, mikasa, and connie prance in, excited voices ringing out into the previous almost silent ambiance of the room.

“maybe we’ll get married in the fall. i’ve always loved fall weddings.” sasha states. 

“that would be beautiful. especially with the leaves changing colors and everything.” mikasa responds. 

“you always pegged me for a summer wedding type of person. like full open bar, open buffet type situation.” connie offers. 

sasha shoots him a glare, his alternate intentions apparently obvious, as she takes the seat four down from you. it’s not far enough because you can still see the sparkling, glittering diamond that’s decorating her ring finger – and at the current moment – it feels like it’s mocking you. 

“sasha. congratulations on your engagement. niccolo is a lucky man!” 

“thank you so much, erwin. i can’t wait for all of you to meet him at the fall social.” 

erwin gives her a polite smile. 

“we’ll all be looking forward to it.” 

maybe everyone except for you. 

in theory, the fall social was a mix of everything that you liked. free food, time to network with people in other departments of the phd programs, and brownie points for making levi look good in front of all of the department heads. 

but on paper, it was the worst. because the food was always horrible, the people in the other departments were there looking for casual hookups, and brownie points simply weren’t the trouble. 

it also didn’t help that everyone who did have a partner brought them to the event. and all that did was make you think of the seven texts that were lingering in your phone from your mom – a barrage of texts about potential guys who she wanted you talk to, serious questions about when you were going to stop fooling around and settle down. 

it was unbearable. you were planning to miraculously get food poisoning the weekend that it was happening. 

“i personally hate the fall social.” eren states. 

“well, you’ll still be expected to go, eren.” hange retorts. 

“so i can make you look good?” eren asks. 

hange gives him a full smile. 

“preciesly. you can suck it to that idiot in the psychology department.” 

“you know. there’s significant overlap between psychology and neuroscience. you would do well to get alone with the people in that department, hange.” erwin states. 

hange glares at erwin. 

“there’s significant overlap between my irritation and all the people in their department. they’re insufferable. they compromise their data quality all the time.” 

“while i’m less inclined to feel murderous at the sight of their presence, i would have to agree. they’re particularly dismissive when valid criticism to their research design and the papers that they publish. i would love to have a word with the peer reviewers.” 

eren smiles right back at hange. 

“so you want me to go there and brag?” eren asks. 

“precisely.” hange responds. 

“have you guys ever been to a wedding?” sasha asks. 

there goes your three seconds of distraction. 

there’s a mixed set of answers. erwin’s been too far too many, levi’s only been to his own. it’s one of the three facts that you’ve been able to categorize about his personal life – that he’s married, that he has two kids, and that he likes to try different brews of tea in his free time. he was the private sort. 

connie only attends weddings that have free bars, mikasa’s dreamed about going to one her entire life, and jean, instead of offering the question, chose to make a dig at mikasa and told her that they could go get married right now if she wanted to go that bad. 

“have you ever been to a wedding, y/n?” 

you nod. 

“my brother. he got married a few years back.” 

“how much older is he than you?” connie asks. 

you shake your head. 

“he’s younger.” you respond. 

“and he got married before you?” sasha asks. 

she was a little traditional in that sense. traditional was a nice word for blunt. because she could rarely stop herself from asking the questions that came to her head and, most of the time, it felt like she never even considered how the other person might feel. 

though you suppose she wouldn’t be able to understand, because she was the exact same as porco. 

“he’s like you and niccolo, sash. he’s been with his girlfriend since highschool.” 

“aw. that’s so sweet. when did they get married?” 

“spring. the weather was just right.” you offer. 

the last person left to answer is eren. you all turn your heads to him expectantly and he shrugs in response.

“i don’t know anyone who’s gotten married.” eren states. 

“you haven’t even gone as someone’s date?” hange asks. 

eren shakes his head. 

“the last time i went on a date with someone was when i was in the sixth grade.” 

--

“do you think that i could get into the program this time around?” mikasa asks. 

“i don’t see why not.” eren offers. 

eren thinks about the turn of events often. it’s something that always sticks with him, especially when he’s feeling particularly self destructive and stuck on what’s happening in the present. 

the butterfly effect. the timeline. where things went wrong.

everything that lead him to having a painfully awkward conversation with mikasa about whether or not she would be able to get accepted in this round of phd students. 

it’s simple. last year, seven students applied and six got in. at the last hour, levi decided that he’s going to reject mikasa and accept you.

at the very least, that’s what eren suspects. there was a preference for students who wer ein the bridge program. five of the students from the bridge program made up the program and there was only one person who was an outsider.

you.

sometimes eren thinks that he’s the only one who realizes that. that even in your honesty, you felt bad for mikasa, but hadn’t done the math to realize that you were the reason that she didn’t get it. 

“have you talked to levi about why you weren’t accepted the first time?” eren asks. 

mikasa shakes her head. 

“it’s an awkward position. to ask him why he didn’t accept me in this round, especially since we interviewed together and all.” 

“take it as constructive criticism. he’s only going to give you advice to help you the second time around. and you already meet with him on the project that you’re doing with sasha, so i don’t see why you couldn’t ask.” 

mikasa sighs. 

“eren. do you think i’m cut out to do this type of thing?” mikasa asks. 

“do you even want to do this type of thing?” eren asks. 

“what do you mean?”

eren sighs. 

“there’s a lot to consider when you decide you’re going to jump into this thing. do you really like your field – enough to be doing it…basically forever? to some extent, you should like the people, especially in a field like ours. research is great, but at the same time, there’s only five to six people on…on the planet who are interested in what you are and adding to what you do.” 

that’s precisely what eren hated about it. that it was so limiting, so restrictive when it came to the amount of people he touched. 

eren could understand that knowledge touched people. that tangibly, his dad’s name would be in a textbook somewhere forever. but that’s as far as it went. a name that some irritated undergrad would have to memorize for a midterm but that was it. 

it might not be something legendary, for years to come. but if he got to do what he wanted, he would at least make a difference where it mattered. 

right now.  

“do you think that i’m not cut out to do this?” mikasa asks. 

“no, i do. i just want you to think about why you want to do it. that’ll help you a lot with what you’re struggling with right now.” 

mikasa’s eye twitches. 

“so you do think that i’m struggling somewhere?” 

eren curses his penchant for being blunt all the time. it seemed that it was often something that got him in trouble, and most cases, it ended up being his downfall. 

there were too many things that eren could count that were wrong with him. that he resorted to anger too fast, that he was so observant to the point that it was weird, that he could never bring himself to do what it was that he really wanted. 

mikasa didn’t get into the program and he did, he had to ask levi why. his answer was plain in simple. 

out of everything that miaksa submitted, levi was still unclear why it was that she wanted to do a phd. if he wasn’t sure of her intentions, he couldn’t be sure of her passion for research. 

espeically compared to you.

“i’m giving you generic advice. it’s good to recenter yourself to think about why you’re doing this.” 

“i…i don’t know what answer you want from me when you say that. i’m sure this stuff just came to you naturally with your dad and stuff, but i just don’t get what else i could have said.” 

the only thing that came naturally to eren when it came to research was how much he hated it.  

“look mikasa. i’m going to send you my application. you can read it over, okay?” 

mikasa gives him a relieved smile. 

“you’d do that?”

“of course. i’ll send it over right now, okay? just go focus on working on your project.” 

eren notes that she’s increasingly appreciative of his offer, only because she jumps up and runs away the second he states it. eren reaches for his email, only to be distracted by the messages in the notification bar. 

[karina]: oh my fucking god dad is being SO ANNOYING 

[eren]: What now?

[karina]: he’s been telling me to do some neuroscience summer camp. i applied for the orchestra program that’s in marley but they overlap so he’s not telling me to do the orchestra thing. 

[eren]: 1000%, you’re doing the orchestra camp. 

[karina]: bro 

[karina]: he’s being so serious about it. and you know how mom gets when he suggests stuff like this. 

[eren]: Ignore that. How many days of the neuroscience camp would you miss? 

[karina]: two 

[eren]: Email them and ask how they treat absences. Worst case, we can make something up and get you out of there so you can finish the orchestra camp and then go. 

[karina]: that’s so dramatic eren. 

[karina]: i don’t even feel like it’s worth the hassle anymore. i just don’t like to fight with him when he gets like this. 

[eren]: I will talk to him. Worst case, I’ll pay for you to go to that orchestra camp myself. 

[karina]: eren, that’s just going to cause a bigger fight 

[karina]: you know how he feels when we “gang up on him” 

[eren]: You should still go if you want to go.

[karina]: dude why are you making such a big deal out of this? it's not that deep

[karina]: sometimes it’s nice to just rant things out. you don’t have to fix everything, you know? 

[eren]: I just want to make sure that you go to your orchestra camp. I know that you really care about it. 

[karina]: i know eren. i love you, okay? we can talk later. 

eren can tell that karina’s being dismissive. that ever since she turned sixteen, karina had gotten more dismissive, only because his dad was getting more strict. 

that she hated it when eren told her what to do. that eren couldn't help but tell her what to do.

eren’s too far away to do anything. he’s watching the same thing happen for a second time. mikasa’s bending backwards and forwards for something that she’s unsure about, but the two of them are running as far away from it as he possibly could. 

eren can’t help but sink into his chair. 

--

focus group is particularly tame today. only because it seems that this particular round of magnetic stimulations seemed to tire them out more than the last. colt’s still sensitive from the headache that he got following, marco a little quieter than usual. 

you reckon that it would take something serious to put a damper on nanaba or shadis’s spirit. 

“are you having an existential crisis, eren?” shadis asked. 

you look up from your score sheet on your laptop, marked with colt’s signatures, and wait for eren’s response. your sudden interest doesn’t go unnoticed, as both nanaba and marco look right at you, before giving each other a look. 

“why would i be having an existential crisis?” eren asks.

“you’re three weeks away from having a manbun. we need to do something about this.” nanaba deadpans. 

you tune out the conversation, entirely distracted by the email that’s just popped into your inbox. 

Re: Consulting Gabi Braun  Hi Y/N,  I would love to consult on your friend's case. Let’s schedule a preliminary Zoom session just so I can get an idea of what we’re starting with and get to know Gabi.  Also, are you still planning on coming down to Marley in a few weeks for that small conference? If so, we would love to see you while you’re here. Best,  Pieck 

you can’t help but be irritated. feel patronized. and if you were having a better day, you wouldn’t take it out on her. 

Re: Consulting Gabi Braun  Thank you. I’ll send you her email so that you can schedule a session with her. Please be gentle, I know this type of stuff stresses her out.  Yes, I’m still planning on coming to Marley. I will obviously be stopping to see you guys. How could I come home without doing that?  I’ll see you and Porco then. Stay warm over there.  Best,  Y/N 

the swishing sound of the email being sent sends a feeling of dread through your stomach. because you were harsh, because pieck was sensitive to these type of things, and she was going to tell porco. 

he was going to tell your mom, your parents were going to worry that you were taking too much on, that you weren’t cut out for the whole phd thing, and just ask you to come back home. 

deep down, you knew that most of it stemmed from ignorance. that they just weren’t able to understand exactly what it was that you were doing, so it made it difficult for them to support it fully. 

it didn’t make your job any easier. 

you slam your laptop shut, reaching for the manilla folders underneath and shuffling through the paperwork for the day. 

“if you slam it any harder, you might as well just throw it out the window.” shadis states. 

you give him a halfhearted smile. 

“i’m very close to reaching that point.” you state. 

shadis gives you wide eyes, before barking out into a laugh. 

“maybe they’ll admit you here after they do that. for being distressed or something.” shadis states. 

“oh, how fun would that be! you could meet my kids when they come visit on a friday.” nanaba states. 

you set your pen down. 

“if you want me to come visit you on a friday, i can come visit you on a friday, nanaba. i don’t need to have a violent break to do that.” you offer. 

her eyes light up. 

“really?” 

“don’t impose on her free day off, nanaba.” marco responds, his tone almost quiet. 

“oh no, i would hate to do that. no no, please don’t come.” 

“i don’t do much on my free day off anyways.” you offer. 

shadis narrows his eyes at you. 

“you know, you have been quiet today. are you fighting with one of your little friends or something?” shadis asks. 

“no. my overbearing mother.” you respond. 

eren’s ears perk up. 

“disgusting.” marco states. 

“tell me about it.” you respond.

you shoot eren a polite smile, handing him the stack of papers that you finished processing, as you take the open seat by colt at the bay window. the two of you had exiled gabi and falco to processing appointments down the hall for the time being, which afforded colt the time to be honest without falco’s judgements. 

“how are you today?” you ask. 

colt shrugs. 

“me too.” 

“what’s going on with you? besides the overbearing mother?” 

“i’m just having one of those days. i can’t find myself in the space to be in a good mood. which happens to me a lot, but it’s just difficult to kind of…maintain energy to act normal.” you respond. 

colt sighs. 

“tell me about it.” 

“are you finding yourself making friends here?” you ask. 

“yeah. i like marco.” colt responds. 

you smile. 

“i like marco too. he’s sweet.” you respond. 

“i think you’re my friend. and eren. he stops by on fridays to come see how im doing. always brings me a new book to read.” 

you pause. 

“really?” 

“yeah. he thinsk that it solves two problems with one stone. if i have read it before, it’ll jog my memory. and if i haven’t, i’m slowly building up my repertoire of classic literature. his words, not mine.” 

you curl your nose. 

“he always uses such pretentious words.” 

“you know. you don’t really seem to be too fond of him.” colt observes. 

“do you spend most of your focus group observing me?” 

“well, it’s the only stimulating thign i do all week. it makes me hypervigilant.” 

“he’s not very fond of me either.” you retort. 

colt shakes his head. 

“i don’t know about that. i’d say that it’s a very strong disdain.” 

“is that supposed to make me feel better?” you ask. 

colt shrugs. 

“i often find that when you feel particularly strong about someone like that, there’s something else that’s lingering in the background.” 

“i suppose. maybe i bring up some childhood memories of little girls pulling his hair in elementary school. now he’s retracting and taking out all his anger on me.” you respond. 

eren taps on your shoulder. 

“ready to go?” eren asks. 

you shoot him a nod, before giving colt’s shoulder one last squeeze and bidding farewell. 

“i’m going to check out with forester. can you bring the car around?” eren asks. 

“my pleasure.” 

--

eren finds that you’re sitting in the empty cul de sac of the waiting area, with your forehead resting on the steering wheel of the car. the music is blasting from the car again, something instrumental this time, and your eyes are pinched shut in frustration. 

eren opens the door of the car and slides into the front street, noting the song that’s playing from the display. 

Harry & Hermione - Nicholas Hooper 

you immediately reach for your phone, aiming to change the playlist. 

“sorry. i was closing my eyes for a second. we’ll be right out.” 

“you listen to movie scores?” eren asks. 

“hm?” 

“the song. it’s part of the half blood prince movie score.” 

“oh. yeah, i do. been a big fan of composing since i was a kid. i used to play the violin.” 

eren smiles. 

“cello.” 

you pull out of the cul de sac. 

“maybe we can listen to it when we work on the algorithm and the grant later.” you offer. 

“sure. i would really like that. but i’m the one who’s going to play the music.” eren states. 

you roll your eyes. 

“so pushy.”

eren pauses.

"what's your favorite?" eren asks.

"score or individual song?" you retort.

eren pauses.

"score."

"the imitation game."

eren smiles.

"because he's also a scientist?" eren asks.

"it helps. i feel like i'm making groundbreaking moves when i listen to it while working."

"fair enough."

"what's yours?"

"the perks of being a wallflower." eren responds.

the thought that the chosen nickname that ended up being designated for you was wallflower. but he ignores it for the time being.

"we can take turns playing each other scores. i'm not going to let you control the aux in my car every time."

eren snorts.

"pushy. but deal. it's your day, today."

--

next part linked here

an: idk what's going on. let me live.

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[izzywantscheesecake]

leo valdez x female reader!! dating headcanons *blows kiss*

Dating Leo Valdez Headcanons!

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Fandom: Camp Half-Blood Chronicles/Heroes of Olympus Quick Synopsis: Just some paragraphs headcanons on how you and Leo would meet/what dating him would be like. Tags: Use of Y/N, Fluff, no specific physical description of the reader (other than the fact they're female coded), Comfort

HOW YOU TWO WOULD MEET I imagine Leo to be someone who looks for a person he's able to have a lot of common ground with in a relationship. Of course, he's able to crack jokes (even the not so funny ones) around practically everyone, but there's a difference between small banter and just full on being able to vibe with someone. I think he'd be very attracted to someone interested in the arts, or someone who likes to make their own things as a mean of self expression in general. We all know how Leo is in terms of self confidence - he'd like a person who is unapologetically them, proud of their art and self expression and someone who has enough emotional awareness to give him reassurance in a relationship when they can sense he needs it. You guys would probably first meet at some type of event or workshop, or if you're a camper, probably at the dining pavilion when he sees you and has to do a double take because "who is that cool girl I've never seen before?" he'd muster enough confidence to come up and tell you a corny joke, stumbling on his words, which makes you laugh.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

You looked up from your feet, now practically face to face with this guy you'd never seen before. His clothes were wrecked with dirt and debris, so were his gloves.

He was standing awkwardly, and his hands, clearly shaking, were clenched into tight fists.

"Sure?"

"So um, riddle me this. Why can't you hear a pterodactyl going to the bathroom?"

"Because pterodactyls went extinct 65 million years ago?"

His eyes widened, and a red tint began to become more visible around his face as he scratched his head, messing up his already tangled locks of hair.

"Oh.. That wasn't what I was going to say," He chuckled.

You smiled, suddenly feeling a warm aura coming from this boy.

"Well, what were you going to say?"

"Because, uh.. The P is.. Damn, whatever. My name's Leo. What's yours?"

ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS He was awkward at the start of the relationship, not really knowing what to say or what exactly "being a boyfriend" entails, but once he starts getting comfortable and more confident around you, that's where the fun begins (yes this is a star wars reference) Expect every Spanish nickname to be pulled out of the book. "Mi amor," "Hermosa," "Bonita," "Mi vida," "Corazón," if it exists in the Spanish language, he's most definitely said it. And he won't skip out on variations of your preferred name, or even silly sounding nicknames in public, like: "pookie" and "sugarplum" or some other stupidness. For dates, I believe he'd very much vary between educational and immersive dates and just straight up goofing off. It honestly depends on the season. Late Fall/Winter is for going to museums, workshops, possibly a joint coding class or hanging together in one of your rooms, and Spring/Summer is for exploring the town and having those cute little boardwalk + beach + ferris wheel dates. (I also imagine him to be somewhat clumsy and he WOULD drop ice cream all over the pavement.) As the son of Hephaestus, he is most definitely a human radiator. Definitely had a lot of fever scares just because of his temperature alone. But don't worry, he's fine. And the heat is an extra bonus if you're cuddling. Speaking of cuddling and physical proximity, Leo's love languages are gift-giving and physical touch. It doesn't matter if you guys have been apart for 2 minutes or 2 days, if he hasn't seen you in a little bit, he will greet you with one of those spin around hugs or a kiss on the hand. And for gift giving, he enjoys giving and receiving gifts. He likes to either make you little trinkets, or make/buy your favorite foods. He is a firm believer of giving his lady princess treatment, even on a dollar store budget. Though he wouldn't consider himself much of a photographer, I think he probably enjoys taking lots of pictures of you, both with and without him. It's to savor the moment, and also because he wishes he could've taken more pictures with his mother when she was still alive. He has a photo album of just you, him, and the adventures you two go on. You're not a stranger to pranking by him, by the way. If anything, he probably pranks you the most, out of love. You'll chase him down for a few hours, and he gets a thrill out of it knowing you won't stay mad at him forever. In conclusion, dating Leo can be rocky, calming, and give you a whirlwind of emotions, similar to how being on a floating trireme would feel.

A/N: I'm going to be real I never really paid much attention to Leo in the books, so I'm hoping this is accurate?? my bad if it isnt gang 🙏🏽🙏🏽

[accio-victuuri]

April CPNs round-up! ❤️💛💚

• BJYX shows up in station sisters team building photos/videos. proving that the pairing is still very much relevant and loved 🫶🏼

• allegedly spending some time together 4/2 and 4/3 when yibo went to shanghai

• cql and xz gets mentioned in a livestream for WoF

• wyb with a beaded bracelet that seems to be a clue that he spent time with GG ; more on the initial thoughts about the bracelet and why give an obsidian one

•zsww fake rumor of their meet up

•their love for watching old cctv spring festival gala sketches

• 4/8, in the FPU douyin update, he continues on with the dog theme ☺️ he really is a puppy! gouzaizai!

• not really a cpn/candy but their name side by side for the alleged registration list for Magnolia Award. i’m just so proud and as a cpf, it feels good seeing them succeed. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

• 4/8 cpns : fan used for camping that xz uses, the number 38 and us clowning about concerts

• some are comparing this interaction between wyb and hjy in FPU bts with how he is with GG. saying when he is hurt, he goes all out and shows it to GG but with others he won’t say anything. i agree that this thing is true both for GG/WYB, meaning they only show “weakness” to each other 🥺🥺🥺

* throwback post : fake rumor story during cql shoot of someone that works closely with yibo

• this side by side photo, they look alike in this profile!

• 4/16/24 zsww rumor

• the rumor that wyb visited LOZ shoot and my thoughts on it ; i know i cannot stop people from “enjoying” this material and what it potentially implies but i personally cannot condone the type of behavior that disrespects them. especially xz who has been v frustrated with the leaks happening in his project. and just to dispel the rumors, this is who people are saying is supposedly yibo ⬇️⬇️⬇️

🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

no shade to this guy. he was just a victim of people’s overzealous tendencies. this is not the first time cpfs have done this, in OOL and OnO we’ve had questionable video evidences too which is most likely not who we think it is. please stop. it’s not just the leaks. we have to protect them. we know they visit each other, let’s just bridge the clues with what they give us. we cpn that they visit the ST or probably even follow certain cpf accounts, there is just no universe that they will see this kind of conversations related to leaked photos and videos and be happy about it.

• DESCENDANTS OF THE SUN AU 😭😭😭😭 idk man. military/police wyb and doctor xz pairing is really top notch!

• 4/19 xiao zhan weibo post for the 6th solar term - Guyu ( Grain Rain ) and all the clowning: one / two

• 4/20 zsww rumor ; hinting at them working on a project where one will direct and the other will act

• WYB’s GQ hat could be a custom made one from Tod’s????

• A new explanation about the mystery driver and comparing it to the mask WYB uses

• There has been some conversation because of WYB’s bazaar shoot with his FPU co star/team and that it’s no longer just XZ that he has done that with. Well i have to say that no matter what people say, the bazaar one with XZ is different. just the production value and theme of it — was more romantic and WYB was totally expressive. plus don’t forget that the shoot for that was where xz called him Venus. it will always be special, cause it’s just the 2 of them. there is no use comparing, i bet you, xz will have a joint cover or spread for LOCH with the female lead. it is part of marketing.

• yibo and his rainbow necklace 🌈

• I will add this here cause i don’t think it needs a separate post with how galaxy brain it is. it’s about certain photos uploaded by YBO being 2.3 MB in size. 23 love zhan. whether this is intentional or something special. who knows. it just came up again this month because the bear photo is with the same file size. 🤷🏻‍♀️

other instances are outlined by this account on weibo :

February 3, 2:30 pm (Picture 1) // May 11 (Picture 3) // June 1st, Children’s Day, “Children are in love” (Picture 5) // August 5th, birthday composition (Picture 7)// November 22 (Picture 9)

• 4/29 zsww fake rumor

• GUCCI wall 2.0 is close to Lacoste big screen ad! oh the possibilities!

• 4/29 candies to enjoy ( includes: their promos not overlapping, jiayou parallel, double standards and the bead bracelet discussion again )

See you all next month! ✌🏼💛

<<< previous month

[speedycoffeedelight]

Hello! I've returned with more 'Reader helps get everyone a job' scenarios! And this time, not anon ✨️

Also, so happy to see you referenced my first ask, really made my day!

Anyway, scenarios begin.

~

Reader: Velvette, this is the second job you've been fired from since you got here. There isn't exactly many clothing store in town and if you keep getting fired, you'll be deemed 'unhireable'.

Velvette: *Rolling her eyes on her phone* I don't see why you're so bothered by that, I'm already a small time influencer and with the way I'm manipulating the algorithm, I'll be monetised in no time. Besides, the clothes they sold there weren't even good enough for a dumpster fire.

Reader: Anyway... There's atleast 2 more clothing stores available before we have to start looking elsewhere, a sports clothes store and a thrift shop.

Velvette: Pfft, thrift shop? You can't in your right mind think I'd be touching second han- wait. *Types on her phone* Thifting is in, sign me up! And then call Princess in here, her little lamb form is guaranteed to get me more likes then that bitch Geraldine's yappy mutt in socks and sunglasses.

~

Reader: Lute, I don't mean to be insulting or anything but I'm not sure if you could handle being a supermarket security guard. It can be a very dangerous job.

Lute: I understand you're concerns but allow me to lay them to rest with a quick demonstration of my capabilities.

*Lute quickly tackles Sir Pentious to the ground and pins him as he shouts a quick 'Why me?!'*

~

Adam: Listen Babe, I don't see what the issue is.

Reader: Adam, the bar is looking for a live band to there regularly, not a solo guitarist. Now I'm sure you are a wonderful singer-songwriter but they're not looking for a solo musician.

Adam: *Crossing arms* Fine. What other jobs are there.

Reader: Plenty, and almost all of them are places we've already got someone in so they can recommend you and you're pretty much guaranteed to be hired.

Adam: Okay Babe, fire away.

Reader: Well, the local cafés looking for another waiter (Charlies workplace).

Adam: Uh, pass.

Reader: The fast food joint needs another cashier. (Vaggies workplace)

Adam: Next.

Reader: The restaurant-dinner is willing to train up a sous-chef with no prior experience or qualifications (Angels/Husks workplace).

Adam: Eh, I don't cook.

Reader: The council is hiring more trash collectors, it sounds bad but has incredibly good pay (Niftys workplace).

Adam: As much as I'm down for driving a massive truck, somethings telling me to stay away from that little freak. She might stab me in the back or something.

Reader: You also don't have a driving license. Anyway, the radio station is hiring a files clerk (Alastors workplace).

Adam: They play rock or metal?

Alastor: *From another room* Nope!

Adam: Then, nah.

Reader: *Muttering to self* And I don't think you can work for the mechanics without a driving license either (Cherris workplace).

Reader: The florist is hiring. (Lucifers workplace).

Adam: *Fake gags*

Reader: What about working at that bowling alley and arcade pizzeria? (Voxs workplace)

Adam: *Sticks out tongue*

Reader: The clothing store? (Velvettes workplace)

Adam: *Raises eyebrow*

Reader: The local supermarket? (Lutes workplace)

Adam: *Pours slightly*

Reader: *Sighs and starts rubbing temple* Well, the only other places available is the post office and that steakhouse on the outskirts of town.

Adam: Steakhouse? Now that's what I'm talking about! Sign me up straight away.

Reader: I thought you said you don't cook.

Adam: Listen Babe, it's grilling, not cooking. Big difference. Besides, I literally invented the grill, you know? It's like 1 of the top 5 best ideas I ever had, you know, right next to naming a bunch of birds 'tits'.

Reader: You invented the grill? That's actually kinda impressive.

Lucifer: Don't flatter him, love. He had to invent a whole new way of cooking meat or else he'd have starved everytime Eve made him sleep on the coach.

Adam: HEY!

HEYYY!! Good to see you back again!! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

Yeah , velvette gonna be a real bitch(HAH-) working at stores. She won't settle for anything that's not up to her taste.

* Reader sighing in the corner trying to find more shops.*

Poor Pentious, he had to be the example 🤣🤣

*the cast and reader giving Pentious concerned glances*

And there's Adam, the first man who can't settle on one job( just like girls- *gets shot in the head*). I can definitely see him inventing grilling like this 😂😂

Thank you yet again for your creative and unique headcannons! I truly enjoy reading them!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[moonlight0934]

Persuasion

Bruce types, his eyes burning. He knows that he should have given up on his work and gone to bed hours ago. Especially with Tim sitting in the corner, working on cold cases. He hasn’t even stopped to make Tim go home like he normally would, but he just wants to be done with it so badly. At least done with enough that he won’t have to get up quite so early later this morning. He glances at the clock in the corner of the screen.

Shit, it’s three a.m. already.

“Tim, you should go home.”

Tim hums without even looking up. Bruce pinches his nose, forcing himself not to roll his eyes at the kid across the room from him who is far too similar to Bruce for his own good. Bruce stands up, stretching.

“Tim, did you hear me?”

Tim hums again, even though he’s obviously not paying attention.

“Tim!”

Tim looks up.

“Yeah, Bruce?”

“You need to go home. It’s late.”

“Can I crash here tonight?”

It’s not the first time Tim has asked Bruce that, but Bruce is always tempted to say no. He knows that Alfred will be angry if he makes Tim go back to his empty house, or make him risk sneaking in if his parents are there. Especially since it’s so late.

“Fine, you can. You’re still sleeping on the couch though.”

Tim nods, and stands up. He stretches, his joints popping. Bruce winces slightly as he grabs his stuff to go up the stairs with him. He heads straight to bed, turning his phone and JL communicator off. He falls asleep almost immediately because of how absolutely exhausted he is. He wakes up a few hours later feeling sore and still so tired.

Why am I awake? I haven’t been asleep long enough.

Then he realizes that there’s a small hand shaking his arm.

Jason?

He’s half-way through asking if Jason had a nightmare when he realizes that it’s Tim standing beside his bed.

“Bruce.”

“What do you want?”

“Someone named Clark is calling the house phone. Is Superman calling you?”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m smart.”

“Did you answer, or did he leave a message?”

“He left two messages, and then I answered. He said that he wanted to talk to you, but your phone was going straight to voicemail. He tried to make it seem like it was something normal, but since I figured that it was Superman, I also figured that it was something to do with Batman.”

“Get out. I’ll be down in a second.”

Tim nods, and runs out. Bruce pulls on a hoodie, and follows Tim down the stairs. Tim is on the phone, smiling.

“What are you doing?”

“Making him uncomfortable by making small talk without divulging anything about myself. I haven’t even told him my name. He’s unnerved, probably because I’m in your house.”

Bruce takes the phone.

“What do you want, Clarke?”

“We need your help. There’s an alien that’s trashing Central right now, and it’s calling for all hands on deck.”

“I can’t. Robin is at my house right now, and I can’t just leave him here.”

“Bring him for all I care. We just really need your intelligence for this. Wait, was I talking to Robin while actively trying not to die?”

“Yep.”

“He’s suited for you, isn’t he? Anyway, I won’t call you for a week if you come down here.”

“Alfred isn’t here to watch Robin, I seriously can’t just leave him.”

“I’m serious too, just bring him. It’ll be fine. He seems smart, so he could even be helpful.”

“Fine, but you’re not calling or talking to me for a week and a half.”

“Sure thing. I got him to come, and he’s bringing his newest kid. I told you I’m persuasive,” Clark yells.

Bruce hangs up.

“I hate my life. Ok, come on. We’re suiting up, and heading down to Central in the plane.”

Tim nods.

“Am I going to meet the Justice League?”

“Yes, unfortunately. There’s an alien that they can’t figure out how to deal with. They’re idiots.”

“I assume you have to play babysitter and save them a lot,” Tim says as he follows Bruce down to the cave.

“Yep.”

Tim snickers. They both get suited up, and fly over to Central. Most of the Justice League is there, flying around this giant blob alien. Bruce lands the plane, and walks out.

“Ok, stay safe, and try not to talk to any of the Justice League members. They haven’t met you, and they’re easily distracted.”

“Oh, that is not how I thought that was going to go. So I can go near them, but I can’t talk to them?”

“Exactly. Just stay safe, ok?”

“I will be super careful with the giant alien blob. It’s like the blue thing off of Monster Vs. Aliens.”

“I don’t know what you’re saying, but ok.”

Bruce grapples over to Clark, leaving Tim by the plane. A wad of alien goo flies towards them immediately, but Bruce just ducks out of the way.

“What’s the situation?” he asks, sounding annoyed and tired.

Clark opens his mouth to respond, but then Tim lands next to them.

“B.”

“What Robin?”

“I figured out the monster’s weakness.”

“Hi, Robin. It’s nice to meet you,” Clark says.

Tim looks at him, cocking his head to the side.

“I’m not allowed to talk to you. Anyway-”

“Robin, what is it?”

“Water. It screamed and started to dissolve when I threw water at it.”

“Why were you doing that?”

Tim just stares at Bruce until Bruce turns back to Clark.

“Well, you heard him. Try to throw a lot of water at it, and see what happens.”

Clark nods, and flies away to tell the others.

“Why were you throwing water at it?”

“I didn’t mean to actually. I was drinking some water by the plane while trying to figure out what I needed to do. Then it started spitting goo at me, and I dropped my water. It spilled everywhere, including on the goo that had already hit the ground. It was hilarious.”

Bruce nods, too tired to care. He grapples over to where the League is congregating.

“Ok, we tried it, and it worked. So, now we have to figure out how to get it over to the water, or we can fill that giant crater with water. We’d have to work on distracting it at the same time, then we’d have to lure it over there,” Clark says.

“Where did this thing even come from?” Barry asks.

“I don’t know. This is your city. Anyway, we can figure that out later,” Hal replies, folding his arms.

“Lantern, fill up the crater. Superman, Flash, you’re with me,” Bruce says, then walks past them.

It’s not a hard process to keep the thing chasing them, and it falls right into the crater when they lead it over there. It’s completely dissolved within three minutes. Bruce turns to say something to Clark when he sees Robin fly past. It looks like something tossed him, and slams into the wall of a building a few feet away.

“Robin!” Bruce yells, taking off towards him.

There’s still no visible threat. Tim’s head is bleeding heavily, and he doesn’t focus on Bruce when Bruce sits him up.

“Robin, status report.”

Tim just blinks lethargically.

“Mh, he hit his head pretty hard.”

“Who is that?” Hal demands.

“That’s Bat’s new Robin. He’s the one who figured out the water,” Clark says.

“Ooooh, you hit Bat’s kid,” Barry says.

Bruce turns around so quickly.

“You did this?”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t even aware you had a new sidekick. He just popped up out of nowhere, and scared me.”

“What are you? A toddler?”

Bruce picks Tim up.

“I’m taking him home. We’re going to be talking about this at the next meeting. Also, you are not “persuading me” into taking him anywhere near you guys again,” Bruce growls, cradling Tim against his chest.

He still doesn’t get much of a response from Tim, so he sits Tim right next to him. He watches him the entire flight home. Leslie is waiting when he gets there, and she checks Tim over. Bruce leaves him there, and goes to his room. He can’t stand to wait around like he’s done so many times before. So, he waits in his room until Leslie comes up to tell him that Tim will be fine.

“Ok, good. Thank you, Leslie.”

Leslie nods, and walks back out. Bruce puts his head in his hands.

I can’t believe that I let my teammates hurt my partner. What would I have even done if he hadn’t been ok?

Bruce spends the rest of the night overthinking with his anxiety overcoming all of his rational thoughts.

[buddiekinard]

Trick Or Treat! 🧡

i was thinking about what we talked about the other night where someone overheard the deadbeat dad speech and then just kept running into them through the years and so here's a really shortened version of a 5 + 1ish type fic that isn't really a fic as much as 6 little blurbs that might get expanded on to be a real fic some day.

it's buck/tommy in the end but if you really wanna you can read it as buddietommy.

Max tries to make it a point not to listen in on other conversations in public. It is not their business if some couple is fighting about what brand of mustard to get or whether or not there's nutritional value in - wait what - nevermind. Max immediately forgets their own rule, because the firefighter is now yelling at the man with cat laxatives about abandoning their son. This just actually got interesting.

The next time Max sees the two men, the firefighter is out of uniform, and he's meeting the other man at a coffee shop. There's a kid walking next to him, about 8 or 9 with glasses and and a wide smile, and the other man crouches down happily. It looks like at least he's decided not to be such a deadbeat, anyway. Max is happy the kid has both of his dads back.

It's been years since Max has even thought about the two men. In fact, they don't even realize who it is at first. They're bickering over something, and Max is sent back to a day in a grocery store years ago. But the man with the darker hair rolls his eyes fondly and smiles over at his...partner? ex? in a way that doesn't feel like they're still fighting. It feels like there's something going on there again.

Max does not know why they ended up at this stupid karaoke bar, but suddenly they're being pushed along by their friends and they're moving to a new venue which turns out to be a hotel room. They have no idea who's throwing this party or who it's for and then they look at the DJ booth and see two familiar faces, surrounded by drag queens, working the booth. Suddenly, they just don't question anything. Of course those two men are involved.

The next time Max sees Brown Eyes' partner, he's not with Brown Eyes. He's with another man, a larger man, broad and attractive in a very different way than the man she's used to seeing Old Blue with. (Listen, they don't know their names. They have to do something). They assume this must be a friend of theirs when he leans over and kisses Old Blue right on the lips. The last time Max saw the two men, they'd been throwing what really felt like a joint bachelor party. They remember why they try to stay out of everyone's business.

+1. The next time Max sees the men, they're all together. They're at a farmers market on a saturday morning. Brown Eyes and The Other Man(TM) are walking behind Old Blue while he jumps from stall to stall and just keeps turning around to ramble at them. The two keep looking at each other and fondly sighing or rolling their eyes to each other, but Old Blue doesn't even notice. He seems so wrapped up in looking at everything. And yeah, Max doesn't get it. They really need to stay out of everyone's business.

[midnightmah07]

leobelle's intro post ––✧

'leobelle' is the ship name for Leona and Isabelle, who's my RSA oc based on Belle from Beauty and The Beast!

This intro is a way to easily show newcomers (or just curious people in general) how Isa and Leona's dynamic works, and also a good excuse for me to ramble lol. In this post I'll be sharing their timeline as well as a few fun and random facts about them (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

How'd they start?

Isabelle and Leona are in an arranged marriage for political reasons. They've met when Isabelle was 15 and Leona was 17, and their marriage was set to happen when Isabelle reached the age of 21.

Both of them didn't have a good first impression of each other. Leona was extremely against the idea of marrying some random girl he didn't know, and because of that he wasn't exactly welcoming when first meeting Isabelle, which made her see him as just a brute.

As years went on and they had their formal meetings and school activities that required them to interact, Leona and Isabelle did not seem to get along at all, with most of their interactions being filled with passive aggressiveness and on some occasions full on arguments. One day, Leona overhears a few RSA students talking about Isabelle and he learns how she's treated as an outcast, people looking down on her due to being strict and having her head in the clouds, as well as fearing she could spill some of their secrets when using her Unique Magic; this made Leona view her in a different light and have empathy towards her, but since Isabelle still perceived him as just a brute their relationship didn't suffer much change.

During this time, Isabelle had developed a crush on Neige. He was the only person in RSA who was willing to get to know her and to listen to her stories from her books. Still, Isabelle is someone very loyal, she knew that her engagement was simply arranged and her and Leona had no actual relationship, but she felt like it was wrong to try and persue someone else. So, one day she ended up confessing just to get her feelings out, and just as she predicted Neige rejected her, telling her he saw her only as a dear friend. This all happened in her second year at RSA.

Later, during an RSA and NRC joint school activity, Leona ended up noticing that Isabelle was quieter and less responsive to most of his remarks, and later he found her crying alone somewhere. He tried making light of the situation, but she cut him off right away; he tried leaving, but he felt bad. So, he sat by her side and stayed there until she stopped crying. He somehow ended up comforting Isabelle, his hand slowly making light taps on her back as she tried to stop crying. He didn't say anything but he sat there with her until she was done, and after that Isabelle felt much better and thanked Leona, it was the first time he saw her genuinely smile at him.

During that exchange, Isabelle shared why she was crying, and she ended up mentioning that even if Neige felt the same, she would've cut things off right away, because Leona was her fiancé, and she wasn't the cheating type. This made Leona curious, he didn't understand her thought process, so when he asked why she was bounding herself to him, she simply said: "I gave my word that I'd stay by your side. I don't think it's fair to pursue someone else, it'd break my promise."

This was when Leona's interest in her intensified, not only did he feel a sense of kinship to her due to how similar people treated both of them, but now he realized that he was someone's priority for the first time. He didn't admit to this feeling, but he felt the need to try and talk to her more, to tease her more, to get a reaction out of her; she would not break her promise? She would not leave him? He started taking delight in messing with her, he even gave her a nickname, 'mousey'. It was like he needed to get her attention, to test if she really regarded him that much, even if just because of their engagement (this was mostly done subcontiously, he never said that he did these things because he wanted her attention).

Isabelle's perspective of him also changed a bit. He was being a nuisance, yes, but she started to respect him because he comforted her during a time of vulnerability, although in his own way, of course. She started trying to argue less, she still nagged him about his duties as a prince, but now it was in an almost affectionate way.

During more of their interactions, probably during visits to Sunset Savannah, Isabelle had realized how much Leona avoided his family, and started seeing that his unwillingness to try and do anything wasn't simply laziness, but part of a bigger issue that made him give up trying altogether. She started noticing him more during Spelldrive competitions and seeing that he seemed like a new person when competing, as well as how much of a great leader he was. This all shaped Isabelle's respect from before into empathy and curiousness; she wanted to learn more about him, to get to know him as a person. His issues, his full personality, she wanted to have him open up to her.

Isabelle and Leona started getting comfortable with each other; Leona would let her read to him (mostly when he was about to nap, but he sometimes genuinely tried to listen to her), and they constantly had chess matches with each other, with no clear winner until today. Even so, Leona was still hard as a rock. He liked Isabelle, he felt empathy for her and he was happy to hear she was prioritizing him, but he was still unwilling to open up.

Isabelle voiced her frustrations to him one day, telling him she wanted him to be comfortable with her, but he denied, telling her that he had nothing to share, which she retalliated by saying that if that was true he wouldn't be so defensive. It was their first actual fight and it happened right before the events of book 2, adding to Leona's feelings of rejection and despair (yes, this is my attempt at making the Simba and Nala fight scene from The Lion King, this is the gist of it but I plan on giving this more details in a story).

After Leona's overblot, Isabelle went to him to see how he was since she was extremely worried, but she didn't mention their fight, she just took care of his wounds. Before she left, Leona apologized to her, he had to swallow a lot of pride to do so, but his fight with Isabelle made him feel worse than he imagined: he missed her voice, their chess matches and even her nagging. Isabelle apologized for pressing on the subject and told him she wouldn't insist on it anymore, but Leona told her he'd try to open up more, but in exchange he wanted her to tell him about her worries and issues. Isa smiled and agreed, telling him it more than a fair exchange.

Later, Leona did actually try to open up more. He didn't answer all her questions, but he answered a few, his walls were still there, but he tried lowering them a bit. It was hard for him but this time Isabelle was patient, and she thanked him everytime he shared a little bit of himself with her. In return, she told him about everything she had gone through and her insecurities, she was nervous about it but she thought it was only fair since Leona was trying to be open.

At the start of book 4, their families, noticing they were acting strange towards each other, decided to give them a little 'nudge' and set them up on a date without them knowing and made them meet somewhere by 'accident'. Leona and Isabelle walked and she found a big bookstore that had a lot of the stories she's been wanting to read, and ya know... Leona just casually bought all of them for her- It was his way of apologizing for making her worried due to his overblot.

As they were about to leave, Isabele apologized for her father doing all of this and he just shrugged, knowing Kifaji also helped set them up. They got caught up in the moment and kissed, then Isabelle ran away because she's a coward- After it happened though, they both pretended that it never did, and a lot of miscommunication goes on because Isabelle thinks Leona doesn't mention it because he doesn't like her, and Leona assumed the same thing about her– Still, this made them finally admit to themselves that maybe just maybe they've developed feelings for each other.

Leona was the one to tell his feelings to Isabelle. One day he just gets fed up with her avoiding him at all costs and straight up tells her that he's been in love with her for a while now and would like her to be his partner and not just an arranged fiancée. She agrees, although she's very embarrased about it, and tells him she's felt the same for quite some time; they've been together ever since the end of book 4.

Random & Fun Facts

As mentioned before, Leona and Isabelle have regular chess matches with each other. They're currently on a tie, since they keep winning against each other everytime, and Leona finds it fun to have a worthy opponent for a change since Isabelle is actually great at chess.

Leona's nickname for Isabelle, 'mousey', was created because "she's just as small as one" and because "her nagging sounds like a mouse's squeaks" to him.

Speaking of nicknames... Other than 'mousey', Leona calls Isabelle 'Isa' and if he's feeling particularly clingy/affectionate that day he might call her 'sweetheart'; Isabelle on the other hand calls him 'dear' and 'Leo'.

Their love languages are physical touch and acts of service, however Isabelle uses a bunch of words of affirmations when they start dating as well, recognizing he has heard enough bad things about himself so she wants to start speaking positively about him to him.

Leona actually knows a few of the books Isabelle has read and he lets her ramble on and on about her favorite stories. He looks uninterested most of the time but if Isabelle asks him a question about what she's talking about he will answer immediately, he's always paying attention to her and wants her to know he'd never find her boring.

Isabelle has vowed to never use her Unique Magic (Inner Beauty) against Leona unless she absolutely has to. She wants to show she trusts him enough to talk about himself in his own time, so she refuses to use it on him regardless of the situation.

Isabelle and Leona get along well with each other's families. Isabelle's always trying to help Falena and Leona meet middle ground and have a good relationship, but mostly just by advising Falena to give Leona space and show that he cares; Leona is loved by Isabelle's father and older sisters, and after they start dating Leona takes it upon himself to tell Isabelle's sisters to stop bothering and making fun of her, and even told her father to do something about it (obviously this was all done without Isabelle's knowledge).

I've written stories about them in my other account @mahs-dumpster if anyone for some reason wants more content (which would be wild like what the heck isn't this already like way too much aren't you sick of them–); however some of the stories don't match the 'canon' ideas I have for them now so they can be seen as AUs.

The dividers I used can be found here.

[bloodsalted]

Random headcanon time! (Sexy edition bc Cas is curious)

When did Dean lose his virginity? To whom? Was it something special? Did he become a womanizer right after, or did that take some time to develop?

alright. little warning for mentions of: se.x, age gap, unfair power balances and other more adult content which is already warned about on my blog as it has mature subjects all up over the place. thanks!

dean lost his virginity leaving the boy's home. he was sixteen and a barfly at a local place during a stop for a hunt a few months into him being back with john and sam was the one who introduced him what would lead him down that road of discovery. dean was there at the dive, winning money on cards while sammy was being spoiled with a good dinner from an off-duty bartender that took an instant liking to the boys and turned a blind eye to dean being where he wasn't supposed to be.

it was a small town. no one really cared. which is why the killings at the truck stop about twenty miles down the road were going unnoticed in their patterns throughout the years. john thought it was possible demon activity. turns out? vengeful spirit with a really, really gnarly tactic or two along the way. took his dad three days to get to it. nasty bugger. i digress..

sam had a babysitter that was sweet as could be. for free. and dean was two beers in cause the guys he was beating thought they could get him drunk pretty easy. get their money back. turns out? another beer later, dean was still sober and took most of their paychecks they were willing to 'donate to the cause' as dean put it.

he was on his way out the door. stopped at the bar to get some molasses cookies to take to sam since the place boasted it had the best ones in the county (so said the sign) when she saddled up beside him. asked him what he was doing there. how he managed to win all that money. and followed him outside.

she invited him to her car for a hit or two off a joint she had. dean, wanting to look like the bad ass he was projecting himself to be, went with her. choked down a couple of hits because he'd only done that stuff a few times before. he was buzzed when she kissed him. scrambled up his brain with how good she was at it. nothing like he girls he'd kissed before. she tasted like cheap whiskey. pot. and a breath mint.

half an hour later? dean was staggering back into the room with an ear to ear grin that the bartender thought was a mix of the alcohol and pot she smelled on him. sammy had no idea. just that dean was stinky and they needed to wash his clothes. kelly, the bartender, helped them with that in a washer inside the bar that was used for towels and whatever else. she 86'd the local from the bar the next night. unknown to dean. because his dad was bad a day later and they were gone.

dean never got the woman's name. if he did? he doesn't remember it. maybe it was bonnie or something close to that. it was nothing special. no romance. no repeat. he doesn't even know how old she was. but she had to be at least ten years or more older than him. he can remember her face. she was pretty in a way that small town women who belly up to the bar when their husbands are out of town look. he's got no clue if she was married or not. but he remembers her looking the type.

far as womanizing, CAS? that evolved/worsened over time. once dean realized that a normal life wasn't ever gonna be in the cards for him. or. rather. had it reinforced it'd never be? he kinda gave up on that whole finding someone thing and when the world got too much? s.ex was an easy escape. from town to town. distanced partner to distanced partner. with a brief time or two where he thought he might have the chance to have something knowing deep down he wouldn't? growing up the way he did. around the people he did. the projections he had? about himself. and life, how love worked for people like him and women/relationships in general? the mindset of just another piece of tail was way more simple, more fun, and a hell of a lot less heartache for the ones he did care about but knew he wouldn't ever be able to keep. he won't admit to half of that. chalks it up with a grin and a shrug. sometimes he wishes his first time mighta meant more than what it did. but! it is what it is. as he'd say.

[grimm-tales-gamer]

Fallen Hero: Sidestep 2

Wow, I didn’t expect people to be interested in my 20 fallen hero OCs! Here is number 2!

Name: Daniel Ward

Gender: male he/him

Villain name: Anathema

Villainous Role: anarchist

Motivation: justice

Scar: suicide

Reason for gala: money

Where is he now: hanging out with Chen aka dog dad.. with two broken legs.

   Daniel is one of my sidesteps who looks put together on the outside but oh boy. He isn’t (I swear I have sidesteps with most of their crap together, we’ll get to them). He doesn’t kill (ever), saves people, embezzles the rich for money, and more. However, he is much more willing to break bones and give concussions than my previous sidestep. What’s funny is that as I was fleshing Daniel’s character out I realized: oh god, he’s kind of like Batman.

  I mean it. He doesn’t kill because he knows in his heart that he wouldn’t stop killing. I’m not saying he’d turn I to a joker type; but getting rid of corrupt politicians, bad heroes, and so on is a lot easier when you just break their necks rather than ruin their reputation with scandals and proof of crime. Which is a kind of Batman way of looking at it.. if I remember the red hood movie right.

   Daniel’s scar gives him a sort of inevitability to his cause. As a testament to Malin’s writing, Daniel’s inner thoughts from Retribution say it better than I ever could. He knows he can never stop fighting. Even if Daniel finishes his original goal of stopping the farm and whatever else is coming there is still more to fight. He realizes he’ll have to be stopped by someone. So he begins to endure himself to Chen to see if he’d be willing to stop Daniel.

   Also around this time is when Daniel realizes Chen totally knows who he is, and after they kiss for the first time, begs Daniel to stop; but they both know that won’t happen (Malin why are you so good at this stuff). Eventually they fall for each other, Daniel may have even told Chen straight up he is Anathema but then the meeting with Hollowground sort of messed that up. If the prologue is anything to go by, Chen just knows, they just need to sit down and talk about it.

Well that was cheery. How about some fun facts?:

He’s had a crush on Julia for years and finally admitted to being in love with her in the hospital at the end of Retribution.. so uh, that’s a conversation they (Daniel, Chen, and Julia) need to have soon. Daniel is *so* looking forward to it.

Daniel has an addiction to caffeine. Coffee, soda, energy drinks, doesn’t really matter where it comes from. But, he prefers coffee. Daniel REALLY likes Turkish coffee.

Daniel actually really likes Argent (platonically) and has an 80+ relationship with her as the villain. He also trusted her with the regenerator.

Daniel regularly rolls and tries to stretch his right shoulder on the account of it always hurting after the heartbreak fall.

He chose his villain name so that Anathema would never be forgotten. At least to himself.

Daniel, in my head-canon, is the best fighter among my sidesteps.

Well how about stats and appearance now? Also armor stuff, I can’t believe I forgot about that in my last post.

Daniel doesn’t have a preference between anonymity and arrogance. Literally ended Retribution with 50/50. Daniel is empathetic at about 80%. As some of you might have imagined, Daniel is daring at about 95%! Daniel prefers his subtle manipulation over his sheer power of mind, his subtlety being around 78.

Armor:

Type: practical, no cape. Simple, no frills, kind of blocky around vital areas and flat areas like shins and forearms but sleek like a body suit everywhere else. Helmet is simple, almost like a military helmet and gas mask combo. Colors are a bit more complex: black with red accents. Usually the red follows joints/bones throughout the body.

Add ons: speed and strength

Extra: I always imagined Daniel duel wielding martial arts batons while in armor.

Daniel’s appearance:

Race: black

Height: tall, I imagine 6.5ft (about 2m)

Hair: coiled and black. Short and styled, kind of a crew cut, shaved on sides and back with a little on top. With a well trimmed beard. Though they both might get a little wild while Daniel waits for his legs to recover.

Eyes: brown

Style: nondescript military surplus. Simple, affordable, doesn’t stick out, and it lasts forever. He also regularly wears sunglasses, aviators of course.

[hologramcowboy]

So I decided to look up the Family Business brewery Jensen owns and noticed several things lacking. I apologize for the longer ask but I wanted to see what your thoughts on all this are, as it seems to line up with the fact Jensen's image is a bit allover the place (not really authentic and unique like he was when he was younger), and seems like this translates with how his brewery is being run. 1) I noticed that their menu doesn't really have any standout items, merely pizza joint type food. Every restaurant I've ever dined in had some kind of standout food item or a "signature dish" if you will. As of today, if I were to place an order online all they have are pizzas including a build your own, salted pretzels, a couple salads, and cinnamon sugar pretzels and chocolate chip cookies for desserts. Seriously, where are the pies, cheese burgers, and other SPN influenced food items on their menu? Oh and they need to fix the inconsistency for their hours of operation between their online ordering site and what their website says are their hours for take-outs and such... 2) I did some research for the top rated breweries in Austin and noticed something curious. The Family Business brewery (which was not on any of these kinds of lists) is open only 4 days of the week, yet most of the top rated breweries in Austin are open either 6 or 7 days of the week. I remember in one interview more recently Jensen admitted that they were struggling from the COVID shutdowns and implied they are somewhat struggling still. I did some reading and learned that some restaurants choose to stay closed on Mondays due to lower traffic and therefore potentially costing more to stay open than staying closed. So being closed on Monday with this in mind I can understand, but why also Tuesday and Wednesday? They also are open from 3 to 9 Thursdays and Fridays and 12 to 9 on Saturday and Sunday. Are they hurting for cash so much they can't afford to stay open the other 3 days of the week, or are these people allergic to the idea of working a 40 hour work week? Unless Danneel and crew are using Jensen's name to lure in customers and essentially getting rich off Jensen's back barely putting in any hours to show for it... 3) Based on the photos I've seen of their merchandise, inside of the brewery, etc. I see nothing related to SPN even though this brewery's very name is SPN-related. If I were to walk into this place tomorrow with no knowledge of who owns the place, I would have no idea Jensen Ackles owns the bar nor would I know the influence or story of how the brewery came to be (and the name too). If Jensen's name and SPN career is supposed to drive traffic to their brewery, why does the menu, decor and merchandise they sell not reflect this at all? Literally nothing stands out about this place, it looks like a "normal" brewery or bar to me honestly. The image, the decor, the merchandise, the menu, even the outside of this place, nothing about it would pull me in to walk in and eat and drink. Where's the uniqueness, the authenticity, the story?

There's no uniqueness and targetted branding because Jensen started this venture as an easy cash cow. He could have created exclusive experiences for people and made a name for himself but instead he just invested as little money, effort, planning and energy as possible and relied on his name to draw people in. Thatis a very, very poor business strategy.

As for the pizza, as someone who has quite a few friends with deep Italian roots, please let's not call that pizza. Real pizza is a whole different universe and experience and I highly recommend ordering from an authentic Italian restaurant instead.

The food in general takes a long time to reach the customer and that's an extremely bad customer experience, one of many, just check out the reviews and how poorly FBBC answers them without actually resolving the quality side of their attitude OR services. His business is struggling because instead of honoring customers he is all about himself and not focusing on delivering value but rather on what he can easily take with the least money and effort invested.

I 150% with you, he could have created a legacy brand but that would have required quality and soul, something he seems to sadly lack as he is unable to touch upon authenticity.

[occult-roommates]

Airport interlude

Around a month later, Akva finally had some time to take a few days aside and go to Del Sol Valley visit Paisley and her family. And then some of her friends showed up at the airport with her to have conversations I really wanted to write but had nowhere else to put idc this ain’t a professionally written novel I do what I want.

Akva: Thanks for coming with me guys! Bye everyone! Dawud: Ciao. Rudi: Welcome, that was a nice walk. Now I gotta go home, it’s the Eurovision tonight and I don’t wanna miss my country humiliating itself yet again. Daniele: Rud, it’s like 8 am, I know Europe is a few hours before us, but I think you’re overestimating it a bit. Rudi: I wanna be ready. Oh and by the way, I’m rooting for your country. Daniele: Aw, thanks. Dawud: No idea what you guys are talking about, but I know a few German songs cause you know, I took German classes in high school. Like Rock me Amadeus or 99 Luftballons.   Rudi: Literally everyone knows 99 Luftballons.  Daniele: To be fair, I don’t think I know any other songs in German but that one, so kudos to you Dav. Rudi: You dont- You don’t even know Rammstein? Like...Rammstein! They’re famous as fuck and they’re icons from my dad’s hometown. He even brought me to one of their concert when I was 10 which...In hindsight he 100% should not have but you get my point. To be fair, I don’t think my dad really knew what he was getting himself into, we had been invited by his best friend. Daniele: Eh, I know them by name, but it’s not really my type of music so I don’t think I know any of their songs.

It was now Dawud’s turn to leave the conversation, as his mechanic lessons were just about to start. Hopefully that day, he was not going to injure his hand. Whelp, now Rudi and Daniele had no reason to stay at the airport, so they just left the scene too.

Daniele: By the way, the other day, don’t remember why, I tried looking at all of the burger joints in the city, and did not see the restaurant you work at. Why? Rudi: Because I don’t work at a burger joint?? I work at a Filipino restaurant??? Daniele: Oh...I just thought...Ok you’re gonna make fun of me but it’s because the place is called Bob’s House and I don’t know, that has strong burger joint energy. Rudi: It’s because their logo is a pineapple, duh...No that’s not a joke, the name was their daughter’s idea and she was like, 5 years old back then. She told me personally while we were smoking weed together behind the art museum. Daniele: I don’t get the joke? Rudi: Ok, I can believe you don’t know Rammstein but...Spongebob??? How the fuck do you not know Spongebob??? Daniele: I did not made the connection alright, calm down. Rudi: Wait, I just realized, but the daughter, her name is Marisa by the way, she’s a mermaid...Well, obviously the entire family are merfolks, but she’s also the same age as Akva, give or take a year or two. And like, she’s bi. I know it cause one time I was talking about wanting a tattoo and she showed me hers, and it’s a heart shaped bi pride flag...Do you see where I’m getting at? Probably not, but I’m still asking just in case. Daniele: Matchmake her with Akva? Rudi: How the fuck did you guess on the first try? But yes, that’s my plan. I think they’d be cute together. Daniele: I think they need to have more in common than just being mermaid. Like, I don’t think Akva would be the type to date someone who smokes weed. Rudi: Ah, come on. Akva’s been through a lot, she deserves a nice girlfriend. Daniele: Please, first you wanted ruin Dawud’s relationship with Matteo, which I get you wanted to do that for me but still, now this? You’re aroace Rudi, stop trying to interve in people’s love life you clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. Rudi: Um fuck you, and I’m no longer rooting for Italy, my vote is going to Finland now!

Rudi did not care, as soon as Akva came back from California, they were gonna try to make her and Marisa meet. They would be so cute together, or at least that’s what the werewolf thought.

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[rachelxhan]

"You have a twin?!" For some reason Rachel could not compute that in her mind, it didn't seem to add up with all she knew of Saul. For some reason he just seemed like an only-child, not that it was anything against him, because in fact she was an only-child. But to hear not only that he had a sibling, but shared a womb with someone made her once again reassess all that she knew of Saul Weissberg. "No, you definitely didn't tell me, now I want to see a picture! Asses your beautiful punim against his. Are you guys complete opposite? Or pretty similar?" Rachel wanted to know everything, as per usual. She was curious to know more though, she always found he had something fascinating to enlighten her with, usually about himself. "Oh yeah, it was a whole new world for me. I mean I was a pretty independent kid, what with my mom and dad both being the best surgeons in the country, yadda yadda. But I had to still re-learn independence once I got to California, just because it was different."

She let out a soft laugh at his admittance, to which she felt like she should make her own. "Honestly, I don't know if it's the weed, but I'm also starting to wonder whether or not I actually did send it to you. I'll re-send it though or send it for the first time so that way you don't have to scroll to look for it." Rachel shared as she didn't mind either way. As much as she liked to be right, she was also feeling a nice high coming on, which meant she didn't feel as great a need to be right. "You're okay, Saul, really. That sounds good! Do we want to talk about said other shit? Or are we coping this way instead?" She gestured to the joint as well, trying to figure out the direct course of action. Snickering at the way he asked about if he knew the lyricist, she gave a small shrug. She had not idea if Saul knew Antonio Beltran, she had only just had the dots connected herself about he being part of Elijah's band. "I don't know, maybe? He was probably just talking out the side of his mouth though. Name is Antonio." Rachel offered up, unsure if that would draw any type of recognition from the lawyer. She could be the last to make that connection, and maybe Saul knew of the man. Her brows raised as she took her complimentary scolding. "I would be?! Well damn, Saul Weissberg, I'm very flattered. Who said anything about getting married though? I definitely haven't!" Rachel had no idea if wanted to ever get re-married, it felt like something that she shouldn't even think about until she even had a relationship of some form or kind. Which, she really wasn't even sure if that would happen either. So, she had never made a list of potential second husbands for Saul to be on, hence why she didn't say it back to him. "Well Walter doesn't fault you for being a cat person, he thinks cat people are just as valid." She offered with a grin, appreciative of his other compliments, unsure if he was just saying them because he was high, she had a feeling he was confident enough to say them sober. "Yes, let me escort my handsome gentleman prospect to his vehicle and help with his fortnightly...partakings along the way." Rachel looped her arm through Saul's with a laugh, she'd been watching a bit too much Bridgerton and a good amount of Jane Austen movies too.

saul was surprised to hear that he had never mentioned his brother before, but he figured it just never came up. levi was his best friend from birth, but he lived almost a thousand miles away in brooklyn and had only visited saul in blue harbor twice in the last three years. they kept in touch with phone calls and texts, but their daily lives hadn’t intersected the way they had when they were both in new york city. fortunately, saul made frequent trips back home to manhattan and to his mother’s house in connecticut, so he wasn’t without his brother for long. “oh shit, i never told you? we’re twins, actually. fraternal. the world wouldn’t survive with two men having these gorgeous punims running around,” he pointed to his face and flashed a cheesy grin, “so he made sure to take pity and only curse one of us with such a beautiful mug.” saul teased his brother from afar, all said with love. the truth was that saul heavily favored their mother, while levi looked more like their late father. they didn’t look the same (beyond typical weissberg-ian features) but their mannerisms were freakishly similar, to the point they could sometimes be confused for the other man. his brows raised as she mentioned leaving new england—where they had both grown up—for sunny california. “and i thought new york to suburban illinois was quite the culture shock.”

at her protest, saul gritted his teeth and shrugged. “you might have. i’ve been a little spacey lately, sorry.” he lifted his joint sheepishly. “not because of this, other shit.” his ex-wife being in town, for one. “i’ll look for the schedule and coordinate with my secretary.” he did want to see her play, but his firm was in peak divorce season and he didn't have a lot of free time that summer. “ooh, a songwriter? anyone that i might know?” he hoped it wasn’t roman fucking daniels she was talking about, but he wasn’t actually sure if roman wrote songs for that band he was in with elijah or what instrument he even played; the band was a sore subject for elijah and saul hadn't cared to listen to roman speak about anything. he nodded and grinned when she listed all the qualities that made her his friend, but his smile died down as she finished. “excuse me, if i didn’t learn my lesson that i wasn’t meant to be married, you’d be at the top of my list for fourth wife!” friendship had been the foundation out of two of his three marriages, but they ended just the same. “you absolutely are a catch, you do have an effervescent personality, and you are very funny. and your dog is cute, too, though i’m more of a cat person.” saul half-agreed and half-defended her to herself, leaning forward so he’d be more at eye-level with her. “anyone in the world would be lucky to be your friend, so i guess the question would be why would you ever want to be my friend.” he jerked his head towards the end of the street and offered his arm, “c’mon, walk me to my car and help me finish this joint.”

[callmebeesblog]

Episode 1-

Two colours of Pain.

*Six feet under* Billie elish.

"You have no f**king Idea!"

He threw his fist on the wall, intimidating me in the process,

"You don't know what it's like battling with my demons and stuff, I hate myself you know, I hate me!"

He broke down just infront of my door step, falling to the ground and crying in his palms, invisible tears with visible pain.

Once again I felt touched, once again I drew near, I felt pity, I felt sorry, All this feelings misplaced for Love, a Certain attraction and a certain fondness I thought I was beyond.

I walked towards him, knelt down and taking his hands, he looked at me like I was his ray of hope, of joy...of satisfaction.

"I will battle every one of them alongside you" i whispered kissing his forehead.

He pulled me closer, hugging me tightly muttering the words I was used to over and over again.

"I'm sorry... I'm very sorry"

I nodded and without any more words, he slept in my arms the whole night like a baby.

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*Some..say love is a curse....the type that catches you unawares...and leaves you in despairs....some say it's a drug....a bitter one ...but when taken..it.. heals every weakness in a soul...and strengthens it....some say...it's a hard drug...that you get addicted to...but when abused...might be the end of the person in love....it's crazy...it's good....but sometimes I wonder...is this really Love?....what if it's not*

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"Rose, Can't you see that he's trying to take you six feet under with him??, His a total D**k, My God your forgiving him after every thing"

My bestfriend Silver ranted, I know she wanted what was best for me, but only I knew what I needed and wanted for myself, No one else understands I And Greg more than the both of us. She could never grasp our emotions.

"Quit Whining, his still my boyfriend"

I spoke.

"Nice....after breaking up with him like a hundred times already."

She replied her forehead furrowed.

I slammed my locker. "We were just giving our self some space, you don't understand.."

I tried to be defensive, was it working? Not really cause she turned around to leave not before threatening. "If He hurts you next time, I'm f**king killing him!"

Walking down the hall way I thought about everything, how I met Gregory Three months ago when everything seemed right at that moment.

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**Three months earlier**

"I really think going to this party would suit you, Rose. you know? Loosen those joints of yours" Silver persuaded and I smiled.

"I hate Being the peer pressure girl."

She laughed" but atleast am amazing at what I do "

"Ha!" I smiled " am not going to do anything crazy so don't feel fulfilled"

When we got to the party it was a hit, fun and filled with vibes, but I wasn't feeling it like others so I climbed the roof.

It seemed quiet up there and the stars were just so beautiful, I don't really remember the last time I had stayed staring at the stars in wonderful admiration.

"You know their are Black stars too?" I heard a male voice behind me, turning, my eyes slowly locked with his, The fair, tall long brown haired young man approached me. "Am sorry, if you don't mind" he gestured asking for permission to join me and I agreed. So he sat beside me,

"You said something like a black star?" I asked with full interest.

He continued however "Yes Their are black stars, but although we can't see them it doesn't mean they don't watch over us at night as the diamond stars does"

I was intrigued. "The Name's Gregory" He added "what could possibly make someone as beautiful as you are, leave an awesome party and be up here"

"I got bored, I wanted to hear nothing for awhile, by nothing I meant noise" I slowly looked at his face clearly, he had this light brown eyes, they were beautiful and simple. I didn't know why I felt a certain attraction.

He was the first to speak. "Your eyes are beautiful..."

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After class I got into my apartment,

Taking off my shirt I decided to go for a shower. I thought about Gregory as I stared at the scars on my body, he was always inflicting them on me whenever he was happy, sad, or angry. He never hurt my face though, maybe it's because he is afraid of being caught or because he is only interested in my face. I laughed slightly.

I never knew I would become so good at being a masochist. It was not the pain I was scared of, I was scared of losing Gregory and although sometimes I felt like killing him myself, I couldn't deny the fact that I was obsessed with him as he was with me, the very thought of him being away from me for long hurt and whenever he was near it hurt to.

As I stepped out of the shower, i realized that my Window was already open, rushing to shut it. I felt his strong arms grabbing me from behind. I knew his smell, I knew how his body felt, it was like I knew him by just touching him and if I were ever blind I would still know him.

[the-grimm-writer]

Dabi keeping his darling drugged so he can keep them sweet and compliant 🥴

Ahhhhh this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lmao

Tw: angst, dubcon, oral (fem recieving), drug usage, smoking, dumbification? (kinda), praise, dabi's kinda sweet in like a really fucked up way, fem reader

A small high only went so far until you started craving more.

It had always calmed you down at first, the scent of marijuana heavy in the room, music playing in the background as Dabi blew smoke into your mouth, laughing whenever the hit was too strong for you and you'd break into a fit of coughs.

"Relax," he breathed smoke into your face the first time he'd gotten it out. "Just take a hit. Don't tell me you're scared of a plant."

At first you hated it. When he first took you, the last thing you wanted was to have a smoke sesh with your captor of all people. 

But you started to learn fairly quickly it calmed both of you down. So you started to embrace it, started actually enjoying the high to escape the constant fear you lived in. Your eyes would go red quickly, feeling like your mouth was full of cotton and would laugh at stupid things.

You wouldn't even mind when he pulled you into his lap, kissing and touching and squeezing your body while you just laughed away at random stuff that popped in your head.Dabi was the more calm one. Sometimes you couldn't even tell if he was phased by it. He'd lean back lazily against the couch, joint in his mouth and puff out smoke. If he was in a good mood he liked to show off, blowing out "o" shapes and chuckling when you try to copy and fail.

You couldn't deny how pretty he looked like that in the dim lighting, a cloud of smoke surrounding him.

"Hey babe," Dabi came back to his apartment after a long day of "work" with a grin on his face, taking out a bag of weed and tossing it to you. "Giran finally got the good shit. Said it's some of the strongest around."

You took a glance at it before throwing it onto the table. "I don't want it, Dabi."

"Is this about earlier? You know I don't like coming home and fighting. Why not kiss and make up?"

"That's not what this is about. I'm sick of just sitting here and getting high."

"Oh?" He smiled, walking towards you. "Is this not good enough for you now? You need somethin' stronger?"

"No-"

"That's kinda hot." He cut you off. "Going from a little prude that was scared of getting high to wanting something more.” 

You frowned. “You never listen, do you?”

Dabi grinned, pecking your lips. “Wear something pretty tomorrow, sweetheart. I’m taking you out.” 

Him suddenly telling you he was going to take you out worried you. He’d kept you inside his little apartment for god knows how long. But you did miss going out, even if it meant you had to do it with him. 

The next evening you'd gotten ready. He stayed quiet, which you’d learned with Dabi was never a good sign. He was the silent, deadly type. A wild card. It made your stomach flip, and you couldn’t tell if you’d rather go back to being trapped in the house again or not. 

After thirty minutes, Dabi parked before turning to you. “There’s going to be a lot of shady fuckers here.” 

“Like you?” You chirped in with a snicker. 

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, like me. But if you want some creepy fuck snatching you up by the end of the night then you’ll only talk to someone if I allow it, got it?” 

You sighed, wondering why he’d put you in such a high risk situation if it was so dangerous, but you couldn’t deny you were drawn in by the loud music and flashing lights. 

Never had you been around so many felons and wanted criminals. Dabi had his arm wrapped around your waist, pointing at some of them and telling you their names but you weren’t paying attention. 

It wasn’t long until someone pulled Dabi to the side. An older man, with silver hair. He gave you a nod before he led Dabi away. 

You looked around. There wasn’t very many people that looked approachable. No matter how much you weren’t thrilled with it, you didn’t want to talk to the wrong person. Because not only would the person get cremated alive, but then Dabi would punish you. And he was always cruel with them, finding new and creative ways to really make you suffer so the lesson was burned into your brain. 

Just the thought of it happening sent shivers down your spine, and you shook off the thoughts. 

There was one guy alone in the corner by a table. He was around average height, on the thinner side. He looked vaguely familiar so you walked over to him. 

He had a disheveled appearance. Messy light blue hair and dry, cracked pale skin. He looked creepy, if you were being honest. Yet somehow he pulled it off.

Shigaraki, you think his name was, looked you up and down, making you shift in discomfort. You remembered Dabi mentioning him when you came in. 

“You a hooker or somethin’?” He asked as he lined the white powder on the table up with a card. 

You immediately shook your head. “No.” 

He stood up. “Oh. With clothes like that I thought you were. Who are you with?” 

“Dabi. He’s my...” What were you supposed to say? Boyfriend? A friend of yours? You definitely couldn’t say captor. He’d just laugh in your face. 

“Pimp?” He snickered. “Joking,” he added when you glared at him.

After a tense moment of silence he motioned to the table. “You gonna have some or what?” 

You looked at it. It felt like you were in a movie, at the point where the main character was about to hit an all time low. You made eye contact with Dabi and he smirked, motioning for you to do it. 

"Nah." You learned back, away from it. 

He grabbed you so you were face to face. "You know, everyone in this room is running from something. It's why we're villains. It's why most are willing to try it at least once. I can tell there’s something you’re hiding, so why not forget it for a while?” He motioned to the table. 

Did you have anything to lose? This wasn’t elementary school, a simple “no” and “stop” wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Besides, you were so tired of fighting. 

Finally you gave in, smiling. “Show me how it’s done, will you? Don’t be too hard on me, this is my first time doing something like this.” 

Shigaraki grinned. “Don’t worry about a thing 

Your eyes were dilated, wide and unblinking and looked around like it was a whole new world you were seeing. Shigaraki laughed, but you just ignored it and walked away from him. 

You were on the dancefloor, laughing and spinning around with other people. All their faces blurred together yet you didn’t care. You closed your eyes, still feeling the multicolored lights flashing. 

Dabi had finished his conversation with Giran, heading straight towards Shigaraki and taking a seat, watching you dance around. 

“What is she to you?”  

Dabi turned and looked at Shigaraki, a cigarette dangling in his mouth. “Mine.” 

Shigaraki hummed at his answer. “You’re playing a dangerous game. Getting her hooked on shit.” 

He shrugged at his boss. “I know what I’m doing.” 

Sometimes Dabi felt guilty, dragging you into his world. Before he took you, the life of heroes and villains barely affected you. You were just normal. A plain, average civilian. Yet he was attracted to your life, and the more he watched he couldn’t help but drag you into his.  

But you fit right in when you were in this state, soothing his doubts.

Dabi knew he was walking a fine line, getting you hooked on the rush. But that wasn’t the only thing he was doing. 

All Dabi did in life was hurt people. Hurt random, innocent people. Hurt his family despite a part of him knowing well they were also victims of his father. He even destroyed himself, every single day. 

That’s not what he wanted with you. He wanted to treat you like glass. The way you deserve to be treated. Like a fragile, beautiful being. It felt like he could only do that when you had your head in the clouds, the only time you’d allow him to touch you gently. Worship the smooth skin that was such a vibrant contrast against his.

It was beautiful, in a twisted, horrid way. This world you found yourself dragged into. You always thought there was beauty in darkness, and this was no different. 

The pleasure, you thought. That was it. That was the beauty in it. The rush, the euphoric rush as the drugs danced inside your system. 

Dabi was like a drug. You hated him, just like the drug itself, but you loved the feeling he brought you.  

You don’t remember when you got back to his house, but you’re laying in his bed, his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh tight as he gives your slit a testing lick, making you moan out. You were already so wet before he even started, noticing your arousal when he’d rubbed your clothed sex before the both of you left and felt a damp spot in your panties. It almost made him lose what little self control he had. 

The sweet noises you let out encouraged him, his rough hands running down your body as he sucked on your clit. He looked up at you, watching you moan and grind up against him, pushing up against his mouth, silently begging for more. 

“I - I -” You babbled out as he continued, licking and sucking at your cunt.

“I - I what?” You whined when he pulled away and mocked your tone, leaving you throbbing and desperately needing more, to be sent over that edge you were hanging right over. “Use your words, sweetheart, tell me what you want.” 

“Cum,” you whimpered as he started eating you out again, running your hand through his black hair and pulling at it. “I need it!” 

He groaned, and you almost cried as it vibrated against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through you. 

“Keep begging,” he demanded, his hot breath hitting your bare skin, making tears gather in your eyes. 

“Please!” You cried out, feeling like you would go crazy if you didn’t release soon like you desperately needed to. “Dabi!” 

“There we go, such a good girl,” he cooed. “You know good girls get rewarded.” 

You squirmed around on the bed, body writhing in pleasure as he hit all your sweet spots, screaming out his name. 

You were going to regret this in the morning, if you even remembered it, but for now you relished in the way your tummy tightened, your whole body relaxing as you came on his mouth, your vision turning white as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

Dabi wanted to fuck you, but he decided you were done for the night, barely able to keep your eyes open. 

“I hate you,” you groaned out, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. It was painfully intimate, these moments. 

He chuckled and it vibrated against you. “That’s fine, as long as that pussy keeps loving me.” 

It wasn’t long before the attitude died out of you as well. You barely talked on most days, already knowing what was to come. He hadn’t taken you out since the party, or maybe he did, you couldn’t really remember. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

You became so pliant, so pretty, so sweet and gentle when you were under the influence. All his. You’d even give him a kiss on the lips, making sure it felt real and genuine before he gave you what you truly wanted. 

And Dabi was damn proud of himself. You were addicted to some hardcore shit but he didn’t allow you to look like you were. He only let you do it once in a while, and he always made sure to feed you and take care of yourself.  

He’d never allow you to overdose. No matter how much you begged him for another dose, just a little bit more, he’d refuse.

Unfortunately it got to the point where when you were sober, you didn’t like it. You didn’t know who you were anymore and you couldn’t tell which you hated more. The fact you craved drugs or the fact that your body also craved him. 

Drugs were bad but Dabi was the worst of it all. You despised the ground he walked on, yet you couldn’t help but think you’d be lost without him. Without everything he provided you with, without the feeling he gave you. 

When he thought he was going too far, or he gave you too much, he’d call the quits for a bit. For you, those times were the worst. 

It had been a few days since Dabi decided he’d give your body a break. At least you thought it was a few days, but you couldn’t tell. It could’ve been weeks, months for all you know. 

Your head was pounding, you’d break out into sweats and chills. You’d yell, scream and cry feeling like you were going to die if you didn’t get your next fix. Dabi just stepped away for a bit, only coming back when you finally gave up and accepted it. 

After debating with himself, Dabi decided in giving you what you desired. When he came home, you were on the living room floor, asleep on your stomach. His heart clenched when he flipped you over, pushing away the hair that clung onto your sweaty skin. Your cheeks were dry with tear marks staining them. You wined when he picked you up, slowly waking up. 

"Don't fight it," Dabi mumered softly, laying you down on the couch. "You'll feel better in a moment."

You looked up at him sleepily. “What are you doing?” 

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. 

Some might think he's changing you, trying to break you and twist you into something you weren't. But he wasn't.

Your lips parted and you let him slide a pill into your mouth. You swallowed it and a moan escaped you as the familiar euphoric rush jolted through your body, your eyes dilating.

You needed this. At the end of the day you needed to have the thrill. 

And there was nothing Dabi loved more than seeing the soft, lazy smile on your face as he kissed your neck, gently pulling off your clothes and moaning with bliss. 

Your head was somewhere lost, your thoughts just a blank, endless void as you just allowed your body to feel. 

Then you'd fall asleep so peacefully. No tears, no loud arguments before he wound up knocking you out or threatening to use his quirk until calm down.

Instead, he could just relax and hold you close. He could almost trick himself into thinking that this was normal, that you actually loved him. He'd close his eyes, pretending there was some sense of normalcy in his life, the way yours used to be.

Maybe it could happen one day, then he could be your drug the same way you're his.