#I really wasn't sure if I was going to be able to since there was like - a lot lol

[bugdoppio]

OFFICIAL JJ INTRODUCTION POST! REJOICE!

my stupid yumeship .... guuhh !!! lore is down here if you wanna read it

they first met at joe's fantasy world, julie (my self insert! hurrah!) had just moved to eltingville and was checking stuff out, jerry was hanging back watching bill and josh argue over something, and she asked him if she could go over to joe and buy a first edition pokémon booster pack with her money for her, since joe was looking at her weird just for being there. he said sure, and when they went outside to open it together, they got two of the base set 1st edition holo zapdos. they both freaked out together and she gave one of them to jerry for helping her out. before he could say anything else, bill yelled at him to get back there, which he did, before noticing she stuck a post it with her number on the back of the zapdos card she had given him.

they started hanging out more and more, and eventually, with much sucking up to the guys and her drawing girls with big boobies for them, bill very very begrudgingly let her hang out for some of the eltingville club meetings, angrily kicking her out if she ever touched anything she wasn't supposed to.

other than jerry, her best relationship is probably with pete, with their shared interest of monsters and scary creatures, and he often makes her draw cool creepy stuff for him which she finds a little fun. although, she gets squeamish and is not too fond of actual horror movies, so they don't get that close, he thinks she's kind of a pussy for that. she's also kinda terrified of him after discovering he watches gore.

josh hates her, and she hates him too, probably. he kept bugging her about not being able to name any star trek characters, and when she asked her dad about them to tell josh, he dismissed her efforts as being a wannabe. though they bond the tiniest little bit over having watched akira and josh liking the same stuff as her dad (star trek, star wars, dr. who).

bill is fond of her even less, somehow. though he doesn't see her as a threat to the club as much as jerry's other girl friends (like agnes) were, he's still incredibly annoyed by her presence and tries to make up any excuse to kick her out of his basement whenever she shows up. the only times he doesn't complain is when she's drawing stuff for him or when kairo is around, since they're besties.!!!! (@ghiacci . farts)

jerry is the closest to her out of all of them (obviously), and, after getting over his fear of talking to girls in general with her, they got really really close. they very often had sleepovers together, hung out in the mall, had walks together, and more stuff, making it baffling to any outsiders to learn they weren't dating at all (yet). she torrented the first lord of the rings movie for him, and in turn he got her into d&d. they also watch ghibli movies and go to renaissance fairs together, and jerry almost passed out when he saw her in fake elf ears for the first time. they often draw stuff of each other (that one doodle of knight jerry and elven princess totally not julie i did), and they're both equally oblivious that it's supposed to be them when one shows a drawing to the other. jerry also always calls her over to open card booster packs for him, because she somehow has incredible luck whenever it's her that opens it for other people.

they all also sometimes make fun of her jojo's interest, calling it gay shit, but they do respect how much trivia and useless fun facts she knows about it. also, other than her drawing ability (and the fact that she's okay with drawing weird shit for them), they fuck with her music taste a lot (she listens to literally EVERYTHING). and whenever one of them is sick or unable to go for other reasons, she's happy to play d&d with the others as a replacement, though they get pissed off whenever she doesn't take it that seriously and jokes around a little (think perception check by tom cardy).

SPOILER ZONE !!! WATCH OUT

her and jerry stop hanging out after this fan, this monster, due to jerry's mother thinking she was involved and forbidding jerry to talk to her, and julie's mom also forbidding it for thinking all the boys decided to burn joe's down and that none of them respected her at all (kinda true). and, due to none of them really admitting they had crushes on one another and not dating at all around that time, that did stop their relationship from evolving.

she met mandi in college, bonding over liking cosplay and other stuff, and developed a crush on her, becoming incredibly surprised when she started dating jerry, her old crush, of all people she expected. they started hanging out together as a group, regaining jerry's friendship, before she eventually worked up the courage to ask to be their third when drunk in a bar and, since both of them liked her back too, they agreed. (jerry + julie + mandi ship name is jumanji btw. because i love being silly !!!)

julie got a whatever degree and became a full time commission artist, mostly doing gigs for big companies and games (i like to think she did something for like. marvel once and when she says this in the epilogue, bill, josh, and pete all fucking freak out).

ALRIGHT THAT'S IT I THINK. have jj eating a pizza slice for your troubles

[sturnlsstuff]

GENTLE SEX WITH GHOSTFACE!CHRIS

[smut, unprotected p in v]

requested by @curlyswurlywirly !! not sure if it's exactly what u wanted but i hope u like it

chris could feel something is up the moment you threw yourself at him.

not that he was complaining, but damn, you were moving so quick, almost in rush, frustration was clear in your every move. he thought maybe you were just really horny? after all, you hadn't seen each other for a while since he's been busy the past two weeks, dealing with his 'business'. finding victims and staying undercover was hard, the cops even came close to catching him a few times but luckily he got away. chris hasn't had time for any distractions lately, fully focusing on being the ghostface and keeping his secret, which is why you two stopped with your little hang outs. you didn't have a big problem with it, focusing on your own life but the last few days were awful because of family issues. especially today. you were moody all day, not being able to distract your mind with anything so at some point you texted chris, begging him to come over, and lucky you, he had some free time finally.

he saw that you must've had a hard day, but he didn't really ask since it wasn't really his business. you two just fuck after all.

so he completely lets you have control over everything tonight, hoping that it'll help you with whatever you're going through. his head tilted back against the headboard, his lips slightly parted as he watches you bouncing on his dick like your life depended on it. the way your pussy feels around him sends shivers down his spine, and makes his head spin, but he could see it's not giving you what you need. the movements of your hips are almost desperate and not in a way he's used to, it was like you try to go rough so badly to keep your mind off things, but it's not doing anything which makes you even more frustrated. your eyes are squeezed shut and you don't even glance at his ghostface mask that he had on as always. you barely make any noises besides cursing every now and then, assuring him that something is seriously wrong— you're never quiet with him.

you open your eyes, feeling them filling with tears and a frustrated whine leaves your lips. it's not helping at all.

chris catches that, his grip on your body immediately loosens, a slight fear appears in him that maybe he's hurting you in any way.

"you wanna stop?" he asks, breathing heavily, but you shake your head, knowing that stopping won't help either.

"can't, just..." you bite down on your lip, holding back all the tears. you couldn't figure out what was it exactly that you need, but it was most definitely not this. "kiss me," you mutter, tugging on his mask, not really in a mood for the rough usual sex you two have. "like you mean it. pretend or something, i don't know, i just need something else, please."

you weren't sure what you're asking for exactly, but all you knew is that whatever you two are doing right now isn't working.

you said it softly but it hits chris hard. you need tenderness tonight, something real, and it knocks the breath out of him since he's not used to it at all, especially with you.

his chest tightens, not with lust but with something heavier. he wants to give you everything you need, not take what he wants.

he takes off his ghostface mask, tossing it aside and pulling you into a kiss without saying a word. he kisses you gently, wrapping his arms around your waist and urging you to stop riding him which you obediently do, and he takes the opportunity to flip you over so that you're on your back with him on top. his tongue dances with yours, he starts slowly thrusting into you to match the kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips so he's still hitting the right spot inside you. he makes sure to grind against your clit with each thrust, making you moan into his mouth. his touch is gentler than usual, and it immediately softens your body, melting away the whole tension that has been with you for the past days.

"shit, keep going..." you hum, breaking the kiss to breathe, your fingers tangled into his hair. "this is... perfect..."

"yeah? y'need some different attention tonight, hm?" he mutters against your skin while pressing kisses down your neck. "look how pretty you are, while i'm deep inside you." his lips move down to your collarbone, and he maintains the perfect angle, hitting your g-spot with each movement of his hips. "you feel so good...so tight and wet f'me."

your breath hitched as something in the air changed between the two of you, finally satisfying you fully, causing more soft moans to leave your mouth which he muffles with his own lips. the kiss was slow, but heated, making the whole thing more intimate. chris lets his hands explore your trembling body just as you part your lips, allowing his tongue to slip inside and slowly tangle with yours. your bodies are flush, your hard nipples pressing against his chest making chris groan into your mouth, his hands moving up and down your sides. he's never seen you so vulnerable and needy for something soft before.

"fuck, you take my dick so well," he mutters against your lips, breaking the kiss to look downwards, watching as he slowly slides in and out of you. the sound of your wet pussy echoes in the room, encouraging him to go deeper, wanting to hear you.

you throw your head back, getting lost in the feeling, each thrust pushes you into ecstasy. chris's praise makes your pussy clamp down around him, getting a small hiss from his lips. "fuck, i think she likes that, huh?" his voice low and hoarse, sending shivers straight to your core. "you feel perfect wrapped around me— fuckk, taking my cock like a good girl."

"holy fuck, jesus—" your eyes roll back as the pleasure in your belly starts growing. chris looks up at you, noting the way your body reacts to his words for your future encounters.

"yeaaah, just like that." his hips roll against you slightly with each movement, keeping pressure on your clit. he can feel his own pleasure building at the way your walls suck him in, but he's determined to make you come first. you feel him picking up the pace just a little bit, his length moving in and out of you in a steady rhythm, ripping a loud moan from you. "chris..."

"mhmmm, i know, i know..." he removes your legs off his waist, spreading them wide, bending your knees and pressing them against your chest to get better access, and deeper stroke. "eyes on me, princess. wanna see you falling apart on my dick."

his forehead rests against yours as you stare into his blue, lidded eyes through your long lashes. your blissful expression makes his member throb, making him more desperate to make you cum while he keeps hitting that spot inside you over and over again.

a small whine of his name escapes your lips, your orgasm pulse around him, stealing moans and whimpers from you both.

your back arches up, chris maintains the perfect rhythm as you ride out your high, the feeling of you tightening around him makes him nearly lose control, but he holds back, wanting to milk every last wave of pleasure from your body.

"thaaat's it, good girl..." he stares down at you, admiring what a mess you were for him. he presses a few soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, "more?"

you nod, feeling relieved that it worked and easied your muscles, helping you release all of the unnecessary tension.

he keeps bottoming out inside you, maintaining that maddeningly slow pace that's filling you up completely. "i don't want ya stressin' so much," he mutters against your skin.

you blinked, thrown off by his sudden words and the way he actually was being soft with you when you asked him to. it was so unlike him, leaving you momentarily speechless as the realization hits you. you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around it.

giving him a hum in response, you run your hand through his hair, his hands caressing the skin on your waist and thighs. he presses a small kiss on your lips, "i've got you."

it catches you even more off guard when chris's hand moves up your body, finding yours in the tangle of sheets and slowly, deliberately, he laced your fingers together, pressing them into the pillow above your head. you responded with a small squeeze of your hand and a whimper into his mouth when his lips find yours again, almost like he couldn't get enough of kissing you.

you knew you were in trouble the moment you noticed how safe you feel around a person who was nothing but dangerous for everyone else. what's worse is that it didn't scare you away as it should have.

while chris felt nothing but unease— the kind that settled deep in his chest as you looked at him not with hatred or fear, but something fragile, like trust. it was a look he's never thought he'd see from you, and he wasn't sure how to handle it.

guess you both will have to deal with the consequences later.

© sturnlsstuff

[nineteenninety-six]

Abbot x daughter when he opens up about his prosthetic leg , quiet after a movie night? Please let me know if this is bothering you, I’m just scrambling my brain with what I would want with your talent

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death and serious injuries (Jack's leg). inaccurate army/military stuff etc.

Abbot x daughter when he opens up about his prosthetic leg , quiet after a movie night? Please let me know if this is bothering you, I’m just scrambling my brain with what I would want with your talent

When your mother died when you were twelve, your father had already been discharged from the army due to the incident that left him an amputee and things were awkward with him to say the least. You weren't very close to him having spent little amounts of time with him over the course of your life and so when he returned to live at home full time and your mother passed it took a long time and many hit and misses as you both tried to adjust to your new normal but it birthed a ritual that you looked forward to every single time.

Your pajama bottoms dragged on the floor as you shuffled into the living room where your dad sat waiting for you. You juggled the popcorn, potato chips, a can of soda and your dads beer bottle in your hands as you desperately tried not to drop or spill anything. Your father gratefully takes his beer and the popcorn from your hands as you reach him and you place the chips and your drink down on the coffee table before you relax back into the couch, pulling your blanket on top of you as you get comfortable.

"So, what's the film tonight?" You ask.

The two of you alternate on who chose the film and tonight it was his turn.

"1917." Your dad responds as he finds it on the streaming service."War movie."

"First world war?" You assume due to the title, "You want to watch a war film?"

"Yup." Your dad says as he flicks the movie on, "Now get the lights."

You huff, annoyed as you had just gotten comfortable but you do as he says knowing he wouldn't budge to turn off the lights himself. As you shuffle over to flick the lights off you can't help but ponder over your fathers choice of film. He wasn't a big war movie fan, mostly due to his own experience of serving so you were surprised when he suggested that film but perhaps since it was a first world war film, it was different.

You sniffled as the credits rolled, your tears finally stopping after they started when Lance Corporal Blake died before he was able to see his brother . You hadn't expected to be moved so much from this film and you looked over to your dad to discuss it but you found him spaced out, not paying attention to the film or anything else. Unseeing and empty.

You frown and shift so that you face him, "Dad?"

Your dad blinks, still staring emptily at the tv in front of you.

You grab his arm and give him a soft shake, "Dad? You okay?"

Your dad rapidly blinks and inhales sharply as he snaps his head over to you, "Yeah kid, I'm okay."

Your frown lingers still not convinced but you nod, "Okay…it's still early do you want to watch another movie?"

Your dad nods slowly, still lost in his head, "Sure."

You give him a pat on the arm as you stand up, "I'll choose this time, let me just get us some more drinks."

When you returned, your dad had finally come out of the stupor he was in but you knew that something was still weighing heavily on him.

"What's wrong?" You ask him, "Seriously. Was it the film?"

Your dad nods, "Just brought up some memories I guess."

You pause before you speak again, your voice gentle, "Of when you were serving?"

"Of my injury" Your dad's hands clenched around his beer bottle as he fought through the memories that were flashing through his mind.

"You don't really speak about it…at all."

Your dad shrugs, "It happened and then your mom died. Too much going on at the same time."

"Did you speak to anyone about it?" You ask mildly concerned at the prospect of him experiencing two massive life traumas simultaneously. 

"My therapist."

You were thankful that he had an actual licensed professional to help him.

"...Can you tell me about it?"

Your dad hesitated to answer, "I'm not sure kid."

You remain silent and don't push him for answers but eventually his shoulder relaxes and he begins to tell you the story.

"It was just a stand patrol of the area, a humvee ran over an IED, I was the closest medic and I ran to help…didn't realise there was a second one buried underneath the sand." Your dad's words are quiet  as he re-lived those memories, "I was helping a guy who was in the humvee, pulling him to safety when we stepped on the second one."

You stared at him with wide eyes, you always knew it was always going to be a traumatic story but you didn't realise how bad it was. 

"I don't remember much." Your dad continues, "I was thrown on my back, blood sprayed everywhere, then came the pain, so much pain that I passed out. Next thing I know I'm waking up in a field hospital and they're telling me they're sending me home."

"Oh dad" Your words are full of sympathy as you cuddle into his side, "I'm sorry."

"That was meant to be my last deployment anyway, I promised your mom I'd return home in one piece like I alway did." Your dad barks out a laugh, "You were still a kid, I had been away so long and you barely knew me and she hated that so it was my last tour. Despite everything, I like being at home with you and your mom, it was the start of our new life."

Your lips pulled into a frown, "Didn't last long."

"Not even two months." Your dad scoffed, "I was still in hospital, healing from god-knows how many surgeries and then suddenly I'm a widower and a single parent."

"Were you scared?"

"So scared" Your dad admits, "I had no clue on what to do with you or how to be a parent…almost sent you to live with your grandparents."

"I'm glad you didn't. You're a great dad."

Your dad raises a brow at you, doubting your words, "Yeah?"

"Yes." You insist, "The best. Not everyone would have survived what you went through— not just survived but you thrived. You learnt how to walk again, you raised me and you work at PTMC. You're amazing!"

Your dad smiles shyly as he fiddles with the label on his beer bottle, "Thanks kid."

You flash him a smile as you pull away and reach for the remote, "I was thinking either Pride and Prejudice or Notting Hill, what do you think?"

You dad snatches the remote out of your hand, "I was thinking neither. I don't want to watch romance."

You scoff and take back the remote, "Well I'm not watching any damn war movies again, plus it's my turn to choose now!"

"Watch your language," Your dad halfheartedly chastises you, "You can pick, just not a romance."

You roll your eyes but you click on a comedy film anyway, "Party pooper."

"Okay, film choice privileges have been removed for the next month." Your dad continues to speak over your protests, "Keep complaining and it'll be two months."

You snap your mouth shut, biting your lip when he throws you a smug grin but you know if you open your mouth again he'll increase it so you focus on the film and try your hardest to ignore his teasing and baiting looks and jabs but you can't help but mutter underneath your breath.

"Asshole."

…

"Six months!"

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

CODES OF CONDUCT - S. HARUKA

codes of conduct masterpost codes of conduct playlist

cw ; afab!reader, swearing, semi-canon au, all characters are aged up (sakura and reader are 19-20), sort of wind breaker spoilers(?), mentions of sex, alcohol, mentions of drugs, thank you @aquazero for the amazing black n white dividers🫶

@x3nafix @neeeooon @narcjsistx @ohagiyoo @levihanmyotp @yorubl1d3 here ya go babes🫶

chapter one ; parties

word count ; 2.2k

you really hated this.

april had only just started recently, and yet your school year had already begun. something that sounded like a mix of a sigh and a groan drawled out of your throat and lips, your chin in the palm of your hand as your elbow rested on the counter of cafe pothos.

the sound of eggs and oil sizzling in a pan absolutely failed to console you, but the moment the smell of omelette rice entered through your nose, your eyes lit up. “thanks, kotoha!” you exclaimed, picking up the spoon set next to the plate of freshly made omelette rice. kotoha smiled, gazing at you as you shoved the omelette rice down your throat.

“yeah, no problem. you looked ready to faint during lecture today.” kotoha hummed. “did you skip breakfast again?” your face reddened, an embarrassed smile making way to your lips.

“well, no way was i going to be late again, right?” you remarked. kotoha's lips pressed into a thin line, raising an eyebrow at you as you continued to scarf down the plate of omelette rice in front of you.

“mhm. whatever you say.”

the moment you finished your food, kotoha took the plate away and washed the ceramic until it gleamed a pristine white. your eyes lingered on her as she did so; you really admired kotoha. she was amazing, majoring in both education and psychology while still having enough free time to work at the cafe and go to parties and social events.

unlike you, she's been in makochi since childhood. you only came to makochi last year to attend university here. you could have gone to tokyo university, especially since you were accepted there, but you rapidly realized that there was no way in hell you'd be able to live in an entirely different and heavily populated city with expensive tourist scams left and right. well, maybe you could go there for medical school. you majored in psychology anyways.

“i know this is really sudden, but there's going to be a party later at shiroko's house. you know, the one who's majoring in business and is so rich that he wipes his tears with lots and lots of cash.” kotoha began. “i know that you don't really like parties and socializing too much, but y'know, it's your sophomore year now, and i don't want you to be as lonely as you were last year, especially since we're not roommates anymore.”

for a moment, you stopped eating, meeting kotoha's hazel eyes. as embarrassing as it was, she was right. you didn't have any friends other than her, and you were too nervous to socialize. but not that you've moved out of the university dorms--the very reason you met kotoha in the first place--, you would really be seeing kotoha way less.

and you didn't know if anyone else would ever be kind enough to invite you.

you bit into the inside of your cheek before managing a shaky smile. “yeah, uh, sure. send me the address and i'll try to go. i don't think i have a shift at the library today.” that wasn't a lie. your part time job at the library indeed didn't happen to take place today. kotoha grinned, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ears.

“great! it starts at nine. i'll see you there, okay?”

you nodded, finishing your plate of food and sliding it to kotoha. you left the cafe, walking back to your apartment while scanning the streets to see if there were any new stores or restaurants. your eyes lingered at the front of the town, where a large sign stood. it changed every week, advertising different stores from around town. but the locals--including kotoha--always looked at it with what seemed to be grief.

but whenever you asked, they always replied with something similar to or the exact response of “you'll understand when you get to know about bofurin.”

you've never heard much about bofurin, but when you did hear something about it, it was never good. usually the words “violent” or “ruthless” would be muttered under someone's breath whenever they spoke of bofurin. at least, the people who weren't the locals who spoke of it. the locals always seemed so uncomfortable when bofurin or furin are brought up. but you knew that furin was one of the old high schools in makochi that was torn down and rebuilt a few years ago in favor of a new hospital.

stepping into your apartment, you nearly fell face first into your futon, a long groan exiting your lips. finally, you could rest, even if it’s just for a little bit. god, how you fucking hated lecture. your apartment was miniscule and run-down, but it was livable. it had air conditioning and heaters after all.

you leaned over to your table, taking your computer out to complete your homework as quickly as you could. but your mind began to wander elsewhere as you researched about mental disorders, and before you could stop yourself, you opened a new tab and typed “bofurin” inside of the search bar, eyes unblinking as the page loaded.

nothing. truly nothing appeared in the search results.

frustrated, you typed in “furin”. this time, a few results appeared, though most of them were either about how the school was once extremely violent a few years ago or it was about the school being torn down and rebuilt into a hospital, though all of those articles had little--if any--views. after a bit too long of doom scrolling, you found a single article about how furin was being shut down. but that article was from over three years ago. it probably wasn’t even of much use anymore.

annoyed, you closed the tab and began your daily dose of doom scrolling on tiktok. liking videos here and there, giggling at an edit of gojo here and there, just the usual. of course, you couldn’t abandon your homework completely, researching a bit more every time you reached the “liking too frequently. try again later” mark on tiktok.

before you knew it, it already reached eight fifteen. shiroko’s house was, if you remember correctly, thirty five minutes away by foot. makochi was safe after dark, and you didn’t want to spend your scarce amount of money on an uber, so you might as well just walk there.

at eight thirty, after throwing on a cardigan and some jeans, you stepped out of your apartment, your heartbeat in your throat. you still really didn’t want to go in the least. loud music from the speaks made you nervous, and the heavy smell of alcohol mixed with drugs and vape made you feel nauseated. you also didn’t want to go to another singular room and walk into a couple in the process of making out.

but you know what, it’s okay. everyone had to step out of their comfort zone, right? and you didn’t want kotoha to worry about you anymore. she had to balance work, being a double major, and caring for the elderly in the town. she had enough on her plate already, and worrying about you would only make her life so much harder than it’s supposed to be.

but there were more reasons than just that. kotoha was definitely hiding something from you. you didn’t know if she was hiding some sort of secret boyfriend or if she was talking shit about you behind your back--not that you think that she’s the type of person to do that, but things happen--or if she just doesn’t even like you that much and is only friends with you out of pity. but you needed to know. you had to know.

the night was chillier than you would have expected, the gooseflesh crawling up your arms when you stepped into the inky night full of dots of stars. it was april, it usually wasn’t this cold. oh, whatever. you wouldn’t even be staying at the party for too long anyways.

after the long thirty-five minute walk, you arrived at the largest mansion in the town. neon lights illuminated through the curtains, and you stepped in stiffly. instantly, you were hit with waves of heat and far too loud music screeching in your ears. already, you wanted to leave. but no way you were that weak. you had to stay. for the sake of your pride and curiosity.

you awkwardly snaked around the house to the kitchen, a group of juniors drinking beer together. you weren’t old enough to drink yet, and you wanted to save your first drink for your twentieth birthday. fuck it, you came here to socialize, and yet you’re hiding in the kitchen like a coward. you should be out in the living room talking to the hot senior girl who was laughing with her friends or something.

after a few minutes of negotiation with your brain and your heart, you finally decided to walk to the living room. but before you could even take a step, you felt a large hand on your back, and the reek of alcohol contaminated your senses.

shit.

turning around rapidly, you saw a man standing in front of you, red faced and stupid. he was definitely drunk, from what you could tell. you’ve seen him around campus before. he was a senior. “hey, you’re pretty cute. wanna come with me upstairs and--”

“uh, no thanks!” you exclaimed, stepping away from the situation nearly instantly. you slithered your way to the front door, holding your breath the entire way there. this was like one of those horror games on roblox, where you don’t wanna get jumpscared.

finally, you reached the front door and shoved it open. you would have to apologize to kotoha later, but your concerns were valid. you really fucking hated this. when you gulped in the cold night air, you thought you were safe. but the moment the reek of beer stung your senses again, it was almost as if shards of ice were slipping down your throat.

shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit! thank you mom for giving birth to me and raising me. thank you dad for raising me. thank you--

“hey pretty, don’t be such a bore. come on over here and we can--”

you began to walk away rapidly, pulling out your phone to call the police. did this guy not know how to take a goddamn fucking hint? big ass footsteps stomped behind you, and you could feel the white hot heat bubbling in your chest. god, why was he so fucking annoying? you really needed to file a restraining order.

but eventually, all of your irritated thoughts vanished as the footsteps got closer and closer. your stomach twisted and turned into knots, and before you heard a swish in the air. you were dead. you were definitely dead after this one. you prepared yourself for the impact, whether it would be a hand on your shoulder or a hand clasped over your mouth. you raised your hands to your face and shut your eyes close, begging for the impact to be not too painful.

but the impact never came.

“take a hint. can’t you see that she clearly doesn’t want to talk to you? you’re pissing me off.”

you heard a loud crack along with the sound of a hit, along with something falling on the dark road. you squinted an eye open, and slowly, you dropped your arms. a figure stood in front of you, and in front of the figure stood the guy who had been following you, laying on the concrete with a bloody nose.

for a few moments, all you could do was stare at the figure in front of you. the person who had saved you. your savior. “i, uh…thank you.” you stumbled over your words, eyes blinking furiously and palms sweaty.

they remained silent, but you could feel a sudden wave of heat radiating off of them. “uh…uhhhhhh, i-it’s nothing. he was just-- just pissing me off. nothing else.” their back was still turned to you, and you could see that their hair was two different colors. even if it was dyed, it was still gorgeous.

before you could process their words, they suddenly seemed to turn unbelievably irritated. “why are you walking in the dark streets alone at night, and as a girl? don’t you know how dangerous it is?!” they exclaimed, finally turning to face you. they had different colored eyes as well. how pretty.

“you’re alone too.” you pointed out, albeit still undeniably grateful for them.

“well i’m a guy, which lowers my chances, and i know how to fight. clearly, you don’t.”

as thankful as you were for your savior, you were definitely getting a little bit pissed off. you brushed the topic off. “well still, thank you. is there anything that i can do for you?” you asked, already taking out your phone once more to enter your bank account. you had little money, but it was the thought that counts, right?

you expected money. maybe to treat him to a meal. maybe to give him a home for a few days. who knows. but instead, your eyebrows raised at his request.

“take me to cafe pothos.”

[featherstorm2004]

You guys have no idea how happy I was to see Enlighter this episode, I was really interested in his potential in the first arc. Since it seemed that despite being a 'villain' he actually cared about the truth above all else. And I'm glad to see I was proven right in this episode considering how fervently he defended Cheng.

My man just can't stand liars, even when it might jeopardize his carrier by going after higher up hero's, he still dose it to make sure the public is aware of the truth. Which makes me real curious to know what the og Nice did to piss him off so badly that my man had a complete meltdown.

And considering what the PV's are hinting at, I think my man Enlighter discovered some really dark shit that Nice did and has been desperate to get it out to the public ever since. And considering how people reacted when he crashed the Nice x Moon talk show, I'm guessing this wasn't the first time he's tried to trip Nice up into confessing whatever he did.

Which has me wondering if it's possible that in season 2 that Lin Ling will enlist his help to investigate what happened to Moon. I mean he would make the most sense to me since he doesn't seemed to really hate Lin Ling-just the lies he's told. And isn't affiliated with any hero agencies meaning it's very unlikely he could be manipulated into covering stuff up. Plus in this episode he's displayed near Ace Attorney levels of investigation skills considering how fast he was able to prove Cheng innocent, so he would be invaluable to have on Lin Ling's side.

But that's just me speculating.

[sammki]

i'm gonna add my two cents for the zero people that asked

also i never write up posts like this so be nice to me. or don't. i'm not your mom

i love eddie as a character. i love messy characters, i love messy relationships, i love conflict and drama and flaws and shades of grey. i'm of the opinion that just about anything can make for a good story in the hands of a skilled enough writer. everyone being fluffy and getting along always and agreeing with each other can make a good story.

but that's not what 911 is about.

i'm absolutely due for a rewatch, but ever since eddie's introduction he's been a guy trying to make the best of a bad situation, but can get in over his head with the decisions he makes. he struggled with chris's schooling/care situation at the beginning, and it was after buck introduced him to carla that progress was made on that front.

his grief over shannon's death leads to the street fighting arc in season 3, where it takes almost killing a guy to snap him out of it. his treatment of buck during the lawsuit arc is an extension of this turmoil. bottling up his emotions after this, and the shooting, leads to his breakdown in season 5 that scares christopher enough that the kid calls buck in for help. his unresolved issues lead to the kim fiasco, which results in chris moving back to his grandparents. he follows chris to el paso to rebuild their relationship--yay! (ignoring the lack of addressing the kim of it all) ...but because he's there, he misses bobby's death, and the guilt and the grief of it all causes him to lash out again.

is this healthy behaviour? not really! should he probably go to therapy and maybe address some of this? everyone on this show needs to go to therapy! and maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but this mess is what makes eddie interesting to me.

stepping back for a moment, i've also seen people bring up that eddie is far from the only character to physically lash out at anyone--buck, bobby, chimney, they've all done it in the past. how was eddie putting hands on buck any different from bobby pinning him to the wall in season 1? what about buck spraining eddie's ankle due to his jealousy over the whole tommy situation?

chimney punching buck--i only recently started watching (within the last year) so i wasn't around in the aftermath of that punch, but i do see some of that bashing floating around. i'm not gonna say racism has nothing to do with it. i'm white. it's not my place to say what does and doesn't count as racism. others have and are able to put it much better than i ever will, but i didn't want to say any of this without at least acknowledging it.

the difference between eddie last night and these other physical altercations? the narrative frames the others as in the wrong.

bobby's actions are not depicted as in the right because buck was snooping through his stuff. sure, buck shouldn't be snooping, but that very same episode ends with him and hen performing a welfare check on bobby after he's fallen off the wagon. bobby is deep in his suicidal self-hatred spiral. even the score throws in a little dramatic sting here. there's reasoning behind his actions, but they're not reasonable.

chimney's punch is less in-your-face since the apology happens offscreen, but the narrative makes sure to throw in a line that there was an apology. he's at the height of this great emotional maelstrom--maddie's left him with their months-old daughter, who he's just found out had to go to the er after the incident in the bath--and he's just found out that buck's been keeping important information from him. sure, jee was fine and it was an accident, but as her father he certainly had a right to know. nonetheless, lashing out physically is presented as wrong, even if only as an afterthought with a throwaway line. there's reasoning behind his actions, but they're not reasonable.

after buck checks eddie and sprains his ankle, he spirals in his guilt. he let his jealousy get the best of him, and he maimed his best friend. bad behaviour, and it's all on buck. he says as much! in both his conversation with maddie, and with tommy at the end of the episode, he owns up to his actions! we don't see him apologise to eddie onscreen, but he's pushed to do so and i get the implication that he does call and clear the air. there's reasoning behind his actions, but they're not reasonable.

*beats that last sentence in with a hammer* see what i'm trying to get at here?

with eddie, his actions are born out of his immense guilt and grief at not being able to do anything when bobby was dying. earlier in the season, he snapped after buck told the rest of the team about eddie's plan to move back to el paso, which eddie was not comfortable sharing yet (again, putting aside whether the secret-keeping was smart, to eddie, buck still betrayed his trust by telling everyone while he's dealing with the stress of trying to find a subletter)

but... does he really apologise for either of these? in the first fight, they're interrupted by bobby hen and chim showing up at the front door and taking him out for a goodbye celebration. in the second he flies christopher in from texas as a surprise visit with tia pepa with an offhanded "heard some dick was being mean to you"

chris was the apology? eddie took responsibility? he doesn't even say i was a dick. he distances himself and throws chris and pepa at buck as a diversion. only one diaz actually said i'm sorry in that scene and it wasn't eddie.

i just. this whole thing could play out exactly the same and it'd sit so much easier with me if i knew there'd for sure be some form of payout at the end of it all. if you have two characters that are supposed to be best friends and one of them has buck's insecurities, then having the other go for the jugular in fights like that can't be fixed with a simple "aw someone was mean to you :(" and throwing a kid at him.

and backing buck into a corner, getting his face, putting hands on him? call it abuse or don't, but in what world is it at all okay to put hands on someone like that, in such an emotionally charged moment? i don't buy the argument that buck and eddie's friendship is Like That, or even that some irl friendships are. someone putting their hands on another in the middle of a heated disagreement is NOT RIGHT and the number of people i've seen calling it "romantic" is. concerning.

write him flawed. write him angry. write him aggressive. but for the love of god stand behind what you're putting on the screen.

[bramblebrushbellies]

Finally got some nom-onauts stuff together!

Here's my headcannons of the main 3!

Obviously, Barnacles is a massive Pred. I feel like he wasn't really too comfortable with the idea of his crew being eaten at first, but he definitely warms up to it after a while.

It allows him to shield and protect his crew and gives him an excuse to keep his family close to him.

He tries to restrain himself to only swallowing his crew when there's an emergency or they're being too reckless. But sometimes, if he doesn't eat for a while or if he's feeling particularly protective, it isn't too uncommon to find him with a belly full of crew.

He also absolutely uses this for timeouts. Particularly with Kwazii when he's being a menace or Shellington when he doesn't take care of himself well enough (because you KNOW the captain is hypocritical like that).

He's a HORRIBLE prey, though. Since he's claustrophobic, he'd probably be on the edge of a panic attack the whole time and generally not good to deal with. He'll accept being eaten in dire emergencies and such, so he's only actually been swallowed like 3 times.

He tastes like ice cream on a fresh blueberry pie

I think Kwazii would be the first one to start swallowing crew members. Even before Barnacles... and he probably tried to keep it secret for a while, too.

Kwazii gives massive pred vibes. He probably leans just a little into the fear play aspect at times, with his mischievous, piratey attitude, but he's a really gentle pred in reality. He loves nomming the crew as a prank or just surprising them with it for his own amusement... though Barnacles isn't fond of that behavior.

He'd be willing to eat a crewmate any day of the week, and when nobody can find a crew member on the ship, he's the first one they look to.

He ends up in tummy time out A LOT. And sometimes, the crew will just get back at him for his mischief by swallowing him. He claims being prey is embarrassing to him, but he secretly doesn't mind all that much. The warmth is nice, and tummies make for a comfy bed, though his pride would never let him admit it.

He tastes like citrus and honey

Peso was probably one of the last few to learn about the nomfs going on, and he still hasn't fully gotten used to it yet.

He's definitely a prey for a variety of reasons. He's (at least one of) the smallest of the crew and most prone to panicking, meaning he's usually the first Barnacles swallows in a crisis. He's the main target of Kwazii's shenanigans since he always gives good reactions no matter how desensitized he is to it. He's also a medic, so when one of the crew isn't feeling well, internal checkups are a useful thing to be able to perform.

He gets eaten a lot and will usually offer himself up as a snack if someone isn't feeling well or if they're too stubborn to eat real food (looking at you, Barnacles).

He has ended up in a pred role, but only a very few times. He's not really as comfortable with the idea of actually swallowing his crewmates... he doesn't want to scare them!

He makes for a pretty anxious pred, always keeping a flipper over his stomach and constantly checking in to make sure his cargo is fine.

Massive thanks to both @boiled-ginger-ale and @the-sussy-imposter2 for getting this vore side of the fandom out there first so I'm not the only one! Their art n stuff is crazy good, highly recommend

He tastes like vanilla flavored shaved ice

I'm not very fast with making my art or posts, but I am planning on doing the rest of the crew eventually! Probably individually, though

[liquidluckandstuff]

Another Destiel drabble?

Because I can't stop thinking about this one send help talk to me about this please. I wanna write it so bad but my writing battery has been stolen. I left the group that helps Sam out vague so you can fill in the blanks.

Someone is able to mimic the effects of famine and Cas gets hit. It's not as widespread as the actual horseman, but he needs to be kept on lockdown in the bunker in case he does something stupid.

Dean is the one who is roped into staying behind (he really wanted to anyway but he had to be a dick about it) while Sam and some other of the family go hunt down the source of the trouble. While Dean and Cas are in the bunker, Dean gets a bunch of stuff together for burgers because if Cas is going to eat them he is going to ENJOY them damn it. It shouldn't take Sam and company to figure out the problem right? Plus Cas is tough he can handle it.

It becomes apparent that Cas is only pretending to be interested in the burgers and has something else on his mind. So much so that Dean starts to worry about him. Maybe there is something wrong? Maybe it didn't actually affect him at all? He's just worried about him. He's always worried about him. He doesn't really want to let him out of his sight. One of them goes into the other room and it makes their chests tight. It happens again not even an hour later, and the other jumps up to follow, offering their help.

They find it harder and harder to keep any distance between the other until they realize "Oh shit Cas DID get affected by the famine curse again and maybe Dean did too except this time it's completely different because they hunger for each other so bad and its been YEARS in the making." They contemplate trying to separate from one another, Dean even calls Sam to see how things are going, trying to keep the anxiety out of his voice because he isn't sure what is going to happen next. They (he and Cas) both realized what happened at the same time but they still haven't said anything out loud just like they NEVER said anything out loud. Sam says it's going harder than they thought and they don't know how much time it will take. Asks about Cas and Dean assures him that Cas is fine. Cas is right here in front of him. He's doing great. Right where he is supposed to be. No you take your time Cas and I can handle this it's fine.

And the second he hangs up the phone the personal space is gone and they are not even a breath away from each other not even sure why they are fighting it anymore and oh god they are so fucking hungry for each other.

Dean and Cas finally kiss and touch and start to lose their sense of sanity. They don't know which way is up or what color the sky is or how long they entangle themselves in each other. Every injury Dean might get, Cas heals almost instantly. Not that he cares. It's Cas and they need to be as close as possible because what if one of them leaves again?

What if Cas leaves and he never sees him again? What if Dean thinks he has to sacrifice himself again because they can't find another way? They can't take it anymore. There is too much space between them.

Cas remembers how he cradled Dean's soul in his grace, his true form and it's driving him feral knowing they haven't been that close since then. It's been a long time since he thought of his body as a prison, but now he thinks of Dean's body as one too even as beautiful of a prison it is.

"Say yes," Cas eventually says. Begs him actually. Cries for it. Maybe Dean is crying too because most humans would have died from Famine's curse already. But Cas keeps healing them over and over and Dean isn't close enough and Cas isn't close enough and it was pure torture.

Dean doesn't even know if he hesitated. One minute he is so alone and the next Cas is finally there with him. He is being held in a way that no one ever has held him before (except yes they have, he remembers it somehow. Cas saved him didn't he?)

When Michael possessed him it wasn't anything like this. He was drowning and everything was horrific. This was love.

Cas was entertaining himself with Dean. This wasn't even real possession, not in a way Dean or even Cas ever understood. There was no one truly in control. It was better than Heaven and they would know.

The laugh they let out was pure soft madness? Joy? Love? Slow blinks and drug eyed bliss they never knew they could have.

When the curse was broken, Sam tried to call Dean but wouldn't pick up. Fearing the worst, he and the group that went with him come back to a clean bunker, and Dean lost in thought staring blankly at a Movie that had long since stopped playing and had gone back to the title screen.

"Where is Cas?" Sam asked when he got back. "why didn't you answer?"

Dean/Cas who can't even separate their minds enough to tell each other apart, don't really have an answer for Sam. Sam at first thinks Dean found some drugs or something, but quickly becomes more and more concerned as Dean just does not act like himself.

He is too... Happy. Which isn't a bad thing, but he keeps blinking too slow with a lazy smile and whatever drug he took should have worn off by now.

Sam eventually goes into Cas' bedroom and finds his body completely lifeless / stasis on his bed and starts to panic.

"Dean! What happened to Cas?" Sam asked angry? Fearful? Dean should have known about it. Why didn't he say anything?

"Nothing. Everything is fine," Dean smiles again except now its creepy.

"What happened while we were gone?"

Dean giggles. Actually giggles. Drug induced wacked out happy brained giggles.

There comes a point while Sam is trying to figure out what the fuck happened to his brother and Cas where someone, something, attacks Dean. Sam fears the worst until the bight glowing light of grace shines from Dean's eyes and bursts forth from his hands and kills the thing.

Sam instantly figures out what happened. "Dean... Cas?" He asks his brother, Cas?, slowly. "What happened while we were gone."

Dean looks to his brother with that strange too happy, drugged out smile, and says "We got hungry."

(I have an ending for this)

[the-hawk-anon]

((Putting a small amount of angst here because... my brain dictates it. Kinda poorly written,))

'Ight bet... title.....

Watch out for the glue trap, it might tickle.

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Gift for @august-anon i got the idea from their posts after all.

I intended to drop this in the askbox, but it was too long and there weren't any parts i wanted to shave... so yeah, August, you can just copy-paste it to your own if you want. I have no problem as long as you credit me.

THIS IS SET RIGHT AFTER THE BRUCE IN THE TIMESTREAM INCIDENT. I ONLY KNOW FANON OF THAT INCIDENT OR WHAT DICK DID, SO UM, YEAH.

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Tim, in civvies, pried open Dick's window and crawled in, eyes glinting in the low light.

He knew for a fact that he wasn't supposed to sneak in here. But he needed some case files.

Sure he might be able to ask Dick…

But it was just a few weeks after Bruce had gotten out of the timestream, and while Tim knew that Damian had cooled down, and Dick hadn't been his best the past months, he didn't really want to be alone with either alone for long.

He had taken to hanging out at the areas and safehouses where Jason frequented. The older Robin was surprisingly tolerant of this, and even pulled Tim along on some of his cases. It was actually pretty fun.

Once, Tim had mustered up the courage to ask why, and Jason had looked at him like he'd asked why there was a moon in the nighttime sky.

"Middle brothers have to stick together, right?" He'd ruffled Tim's hair. "And besides, I know you don't wanna talk to the two D's right now. Cass told me what happened. I would be awkward too. You can hide out with me anytime, baby bird."

(Tim had taken him up on that offer more than once soon after. Jason, surprisingly, seemed even happy about it)

((A/N: Had to say this, based on my hcs… Jason is on one side, uncomfortable seeing his brothers have a rift (was this what it was like for the others when he fought with Bruce?), and the other is just happy that Tim trusts him enough to come to him xd))

Anyway, Tim (1) didn't want to talk to Dick and (2) needed those case files. So, breaking in was the way to go. He had done it before, after all.

He crept in and slipped past the TV, looking for the hidden cabinet Dick put his files in.

Squish.

Wait. What.

((A/N: As you can see, idk how glue traps works besides the basics….and if i remember from the sceenshot, the trap was on the floor……))

Tim looked down and behold, a glue trap was in the process of being sprung.

Tim yelped as he slipped and, in a last-ditch effort, he twisted in the air, landing on his back and shoulders. A millisecond later, his legs crashed down and got stuck too. Tim groaned and groped for the side floor, got his hand stuck.

He cursed and tried reaching with his other hand.

He had underestimated the glue trap's width.

Well, crap.

Tim waited in the dark of the apartment for a while. Probably more than an hour.

At one point, his comm crackled and he could hear Babs' laughter from the other end, and a wheezing 'I already told Dick, he's COMING,' before the line cut.

"No," Tim blurted aloud, panicked. "Babs- no, come on! Can we talk about this, Cuz? PLEASE! I don't want a scolding of a lifetime from Dick right now, please! BABS? PLEASE!!"

Silence.

Babs was the most savage pseudo-cousin ever.

((A/N: I have this HC that Babs is a cousin to the other Batkids.. because its fun?))

Tim gulped. He really didn't want to see Dick right now, he didn't know what Dick would do once coming in…

…And he knew for a fact that Dick would probably wrangle this into making Tim talk to him, since he knew his biggest brother would've noticed that Tim was avoiding him.

About 15 minutes passed before he heard familiar footsteps and the door opened. There was a moment of silence before the lights opened in a blaze and a loud gleeful Robin cackle filled the room.

Tim whined and shut his eyes against the sudden, bright light. Being a night person, someone who preferred dark environments, and well……. autism, meant he really didn't like sudden bright lights -or sudden loud noises. It hurt his eyes and ears sometimes. Bruce was like that too.

"Aww, sorry," He heard Dick's voice, all but cooing. "Sorry 'bout the lights. Hang on, lemme switch into civies. Babs told me you were finally caught."

Tim watched through blurred vision as Dick -currently a black and blue blur- disappeared into his bedroom and showed up a few minutes later in a grey T-shirt and pants.

"Dick," Tim finally said, a pleading note in his voice. "I just wanted to get some case files. I didn't break-in, break-in, I swear! You,- um, left the window open! I-" Dick padded over and tutted, crouching over Tim. Tim could see him grinning.

"Oh, you sure about that, baby bird? Babs told me you had a lockpick ready. And yeah, I vividly remember closing that window. Babs saw everything. So yeah, no excuses, Timmy."

Tim whimpered, though he didn't know why. "Dick-" He was cut off as Dick hummed and tucked a hair away from his face. Tim almost flinched away.

"So, Timmy," Dick sounded gleeful. "I wanted to talk a bit, but first, I think I need to teach a lesson about breaking into my apartment, since you do it so much,"

Tim blinked, eyes finally clear. "What- that's what you meant by 'finally caught'? You put this trap- EEK!" Tim yelped as he felt a finger start to drag up and down his side.

Oh. Oh no.

"Yeah, you do this a lot, and you've been avoiding me lately, so I thought, why not make sure you were caught this time? Two little birdies with one stone, right, Tim?"

"Shihit, Dihihihickl! Wahhahait!" Tim squirmed as much as he was able, loud giggles spilling out unbidden. "I- ahaha! plehehehease! Nohohoho!"

Dick cooed. "Aw, there's that little grin. I missed it. Also, no. This is your punishment."

"Buhuhut- AHAHA! NOHOHO WAHAHAIT!" Tim started, only to arch his back as much as possible and shriek when Dick started squeezing his ribs, one by one.

"Sorry, Timmy, but I got the best glue trap available, and I used Bruce's resources, so yeah. No getting out of this one."

Dick smirked at him fondly and carefully crawled closer, slipping one hand to worm into Tim's armpit while the other scritched at his neck and ears. Tim squeaked and tried shoving his head away, without getting his head stuck, too. There was already glue in his hair, and he didn't want more.

Dick grinned at him, and Tim could barely stand the fond look in his eye.

"So," Dick began as if he wasn't currently digging his fingers into Tim's sides and vibrating them, "I heard you've been hanging with Jason lately." "Sohoho whahahAT?!" Tim managed to yelp.

"Oh, nothing, I'm actually glad my little brothers are getting along. But what was this about hiding at Jason's, I heard Steph tell Bruce, huh? You don't wanna come to the Manor when I'm there? You don't wanna see me?" Dick started buzzing a claw into the middle of Tim's tummy. Tim squealed and tried arching off again, cackling up a storm.

"AAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! I- I CAN EXPLAHAHAHAIN!" Tim screeched.

"Oh, can you?" Dick sounded like he was almost taunting. "Cause from where I'm standing, you seem like you don't wanna be around your oldest brother, am I correct? "I get it, I was an asshole back there," He continued, voice gentler. "But you haven't even let me apologize fully! You slipped off right after getting B back!

"And Damian has been sulking cause you chose to go on Jason's patrol the other night instead of with him and Bruce! I know he apologized and you accepted it, but he wants to go past that."

Tim didn't know how to answer, partially because Dick was tickling a kneecap and using the other hand to squeeze his hip. It tickled so bad! And the added fond cooing Dick was slipping in didn't help.

Dick paused to give him a breather. Tim panted, flushed, and teary-eyed. "You…are….an….asshole," Tim panted. He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Awww," Dick crooned at him. "All tuckered out already?" Tim tensed at the 'already' and yelped as Dick pounced again, squeezing his tummy with one hand, laughing along with him.

"DIHIHIHIHIHIHICK! NOHOHOHO!"

It went on for another minute as Tim's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, until Dick paused again and somehow pried him from the glue trap. Tim couldn't even shuffle away from his elder brother's touch.

((A/N: As i said, i have no idea how glue traps work.))

Tim thought it was over, only to get carried over to the couch and Dick had him pinned in his lap, grinning maniacally.

"Dick," Tim pleaded. "Can we just talk about this? Please? I'm sorry I broke in-" "This isn't too much about the breaking in, little bird. Besides, I don't think I've tickled you since before you left to look for Dad. This is long overdue."

Dick held Tim's wrists in one hand and used to the other to crawl all over his ribs and sides, Tim squeaked and squirmed and kicked, but wasn't able to do much, already weakened from the earlier tickling.

"Nohoho! PlehehehEASE! I'm sohohohorry!" Tim whined through his giggles.

"No, baby bird, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done or said what I did and said. But I want you to stop avoiding me and talk to me, ok?"

Tim didn't know how to answer that.

He squirmed in ticklish agony for a few more minutes before Dick paused again. "Ok, ok!" Tim gasped. "No more! I'll talk!" Dick grinned at him. "….One last thing."

He gently bunched Tim's hoodie up to his chest. Tim felt his own eyes widen with panic. "Dick, wait, no-" " 'Cardio' time, baby bird."

Tim all but screamed as Dick blew a raspberry on his bare belly. He squealed and thrashed and begged between giggles, but Dick ignored it and held on tight, doing it again and again, nibbling now and then.

"BAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!" "Hmm, good lungs, little bird." "DIHIHIHIHICK! PLEHEHEHEASE- AHAHAHA!"

"Awwwww, look at you! I think this is the first big grin I've seen on you for months!" "DIHIHIHICK! AHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!" "You're so cute when you giggle like that." "Dihihick!"

"Hmm." "Ahaha! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" "Timmy, I'm starting to think you like this." "NOHOHOHO I HAHAHATE IT!" "No, I think you like being with your big brother after so long,"

Tim gasped, once again not sure how to answer, only to squeal as Dick raspberried again.

"It seems i have a very ticklish baby brother here," Dick said, smirking. Tim squirmed, throwing his head back and thrashing, wishing he could stop with the goofy grin on his face.

"NOHOHO!" "What? You are super ticklish." Dick raspberried one last time, getting some nibbles in again to make Tim writhe in the panicked-ferret way, squealing. "DIHIHIHIHIHIHICK! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!"

Dick finally stopped and grinned down at him. "All tired out, huh, little bird?"

Tim, too tired to respond, let himself flop there, panting and closing his eyes, sweaty and teary-eyed. Dimly, he was aware of Dick cooing at the sight and tugging Tim up so he was settled in the elder's lap, cuddled close as Dick wrapped his arms around him.

"I don't think you've let me hug you since you back with B," Dick murmured, setting his chin on Tim's head. "Just once, I think. You really that upset with me, baby bird?"

Tim opened his eyes, tired. " 'M not mad anymore," He mumbled. "I jus' don' know how t' talk with you s'mtimes. 'M scared. Sorry."

"Oh, Timmy…." Dick tilted Tim's head up to look at at him, his gaze soft. "That isn't your fault, it's mine. I was the one who should've talked to you and made sure you were alright. And I should've listened to you about Bruce. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Tim blinked at him. Dick wasn't…. mad at him? Or upset. He just looked sad.

"I forgave you, though," He managed. "You weren't in the best spot back then."

Dick sighed and cuddled him close. "Can you just talk to me about it? I know you told Bruce, Jason, and Alfred, and I think Babs too, but can you tell me what happened when you were looking for Bruce? Cause when I was asked B, well….. I know that look."

Tim blinked. "….Okay."

Dick visibly sagged with relief and hugged him closer. "Thank you. And I'll talk to Dami about giving you space, okay?" Tim nodded.

He could feel Dick nuzzling him. It felt so good. So that was where Jason learned it from.

Dick tilted his head up again. "We'll get you cleaned up and you can crash here tonight, okay?" He said softly. "We can talk in the morning." Tim nodded and couldn't help but cling on as he was lifted and carried over to the shower. Dick helped him get the glue out of his hair and gave him a oversized hoodie and pants, and then insisted on cuddling Tim to sleep that night.

Tim was pretty sure he remembered Dick humming an old song that Bruce often used on them after nightmares as he nodded off, feeling safe with Dick for the first time in a while.

[anamelessfool]

My reply didn’t work, but WRT, Italian help:

“Guarda lí!” Which is literally “look there!” Look at me is contracted to “guardami!”

But you can say “Dai un’occhiata,”which is like “have a look” or literally to “have an eye” on something.

I’m not sure about an equivalent to “hey” or “yo” (presumably as a greeting rather than as an interjection) as there are regional differences (e.g. “salve” is common in Romanesco, “Cia’” in Napoletano, “Mandi” in Veneziano), but to emulate the casual tone “Ehi” is literally how you spell / say “hey” in Italian. I tend to use “come va?” (“How’s it going?”) or “come stai?” (“How are you?” Informal) when greeting Italian speaking friends. There’s a lot of other options depending on context, like, when answering the phone you might say “pronto”, which can mean “ready” but is used more like “yello?”

Obviously there’s always “ciao”, but if you wanted to add some flavour, the above options might work better! With more context I might be able to give you a stronger answer!

- @thymosghoul

@thymosghoul Ah thanks for the thorough reply! I deleted the post since I got an answer. I'll hit you up next time if you like

The context was the male speaker was trying to get a male friend's attention so he could show him something in his hands.

I try really really hard to get language and setting down in my fics. I watch a lot of home video and walking tours and interviews of people talking from various eras. I like being thorough.

In my experience growing up with a Greek Islander parent, the words he most retained when he spoke English were interjections, filler words, and swears. Like hey/look/come here/let's go/ you're kidding me! Etc etc etc

Sometimes it wasn't even a word it was a tone or noise that sounded like the word. American English does this a little with the word "maybe" or "I dunno". Japanese does this a lot and I've studied Japanese. Didn't know if Italian does this too. (Although in my fic I've used "Boh!" Which to my ears is close.)

Sometimes idiot/moron/asshole could not truly convey the vibes he wanted to express about somebody that pissed him off so that's when he'd use a Greek word.

Here's a weird sidebar pet peeve of mine: if a character is implied to be speaking the language right now, don't add the language vocabulary. Literally translate it. That's why in my fic Raphael calls four year old Terzo "my little potato" (speaking Italian). And years later Terzo (speaking English) calls baby Copia "patatino".

Idk this bothers me and people can do what they want. It's always amusing to think about the literal translation of idioms and pet names.

This is all to say a hundred apologies if my Milanese Italians feel like Greeks in my Terzopolitus fic 😅

[rainbowkittyblossomwings]

Gravity Falls analysis post that I'm just screaming into the void... Was watching Gravity Falls with my sister, and haven't been able to shake what she said about Soos and the Real Girl out of my head, about how isn't it pretty awful that people are trying to push him into a "real" relationship/forcing him to have a relationship and shaming him for not having one for Reggie's party? His abuelita says he's a man now, it's time for him to start meeting girls. There's this sort of pressure to have a standard heterosexual relationship that I really didn't like.

And that made me think, especially in the context of the episode, about how invested Soos gets in this relationship with this dating sim woman who is not an actual real person. One of the thing's he says about looking for a woman, is he's worried about a lifetime of loneliness. It's not something like "Girls are so pretty and I do not have one." or anything to do with women specifically at all. It's just a desire for companionship he's looking for so he can avoid a lifetime of loneliness. Dipper said "Soos, can a computer game go to Reggie's engagement party with you?" It wasn't something like 'if you want a girlfriend there's one right there for you,' or 'a video game does not have intelligence or a real personality.' No, it was that Giffany can't physically go to a party to adhere to society's normality. That's her real flaw. He later dumps Giffany because of this conversation, because he has to think long-term, and she's too "beep-boop" (not real.) But he admits he's having trouble deciding between two things he likes, but he doesn't know what's right for him.

And by the end of the episode Soos has "moved on" from "fake" relationships to "real" relationships with Melody. He immediately asks her to go to Reggie's party with him after their date which was not as bad as her date with the magician, because his main want was "someone to go to Reggie's party with" because he was pressured to. It wasn't 'I have a crush on Melody am doing this solely for me.' Part of the appeal to him was clearly still the pressure he's being put under by Abuelita. He also says when she says she'll still be in town "A relationship with a girl that I can only see through my computer...sounds perfect!". He does not seem disappointed about this at all/and I've known many allo people who are disappointed by LDRs since they can't hug or kiss their partner as frequently. And anyway all of this sort of speaks to me as someone asexual. It's an experience that I'm sure other asexual people have felt before, that LDR relationships or relationships over the computer are a lot less intimidating/scary/because they don't have that pressure of social conventions to have sex or kiss. Both my gf's and my first relationship were LDRs (not with each other) because it didn't feel "real' and "scary." When Soos meets Melody, he talks to her as if he's hanging out with a new friend. He calls her a nice lady, and although she is very clearly into him, it takes Mabel and Dipper telling him that he accidentally asked her out on a date to register interest/the possibility of that. (I'm sure other asexual people have also set up platonic hang out time with someone only to learn they did not pick up on the social cue of attraction/and that they are not on the same page with the new friend. I often fear that I have "accidentally" flirted with someone, when I'm just complimenting them.)

Anyway, my read is that Soos is asexual, and that the people in his life sort of shamed him a bit to have a "normal" relationship, but with Melody one of the draws was a middle ground. A "normal" relationship + before the end of the show where she moves back to Gravity Falls/none of that pressure.

Obviously Giffany had other negatives about her besides the whole "not being real" but one of the thing's Soos likes about her is that she predictable. I could see an argument being made here that one of the good things about being predictable is not having this intimidation when it comes to sexual acts. It was probably just him being shy/having some level of social anxiety/inexperience when it comes to relationships, but I also like this interpretation. The only other relationship we see Soos have is with pig girl, who kissed him because she thought he still had Waddles's personality/was that bold, and he kinda just listens to her as she cries about how different she is/does not seem that broken up once she dumps him. He DOES ask if they can kiss again/if that's an option which does imply he likes kissing, but some ace people do! He never says anything like "she's beautiful" for pig girl.

I also realized that looking at the transcripts, when Soos says Melody looks nice, it's because Mabel coached him to say that. The only one he really calls "pretty" is Giffany for her sparkley eyes. (Which super valid. I agree, Soos.) Anyway, it's crazy to me that there was more sexual chemistry between Stan and Old Goldie that episode than Soos and Melody. And I thought I'd share why I personally headcanon Soos as asexual! This post was kinda a mess. Sorry about that!

[neverenoughmarauders]

Please tell me something about "For the dead travel fast" because I am guessing this is a WIP I will like very much 😬

Hello friend! I talked a little bit about it here, and I hope you will like it as it contains your favourite couple AND we even have Fabian (because why wouldn't I throw him in). But this is as good a chance as any to test whether I have captured the complicated mess that is Wolfstar.

'So,' said Sirius casually as Remus closed the door behind him, 'how's James?'

Remus stilled. 

'James?' 

Taking a deep breath, he turned to face his boyfriend.

'Scrawny git, messy hair, wears glasses.'

Sirius' tone was not nearly as light as his words: each syllable laced with impatience.

'What makes you think I've seen James?'

'Come off it,' Sirius snapped, all pretence vanishing. 'Jim crashes the car so that I am stuck here being miserable, and twenty hours or so later, he's still not been here to apologise?'

No, Sirius, I haven't been to see James... because, you see, nobody has seen him. Or Lily.

Remus couldn't get the words out. 

'He's hurt.' 

It came from Sirius, low and certain, as he studied Remus intently.

Remus shivered. The look in Sirius’ eyes was familiar, and yet completely foreign. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. It was the expression he usually reserved for enemies. 

We don't know. 

Panic clawed its way through Remus as reality forced itself upon him. They had no idea if James or Lily were injured. The thought of admitting as much to anyone, let alone Sirius, was terrifying. It would make everything real, in a way nothing else—not even the abandoned car—had.

'He got out after the crash... I don't know if you remember,' said Remus, carefully. Not because he meant to keep anything from Sirius, but because he still couldn’t find the right words.

'That's not the same thing, which you know.'

Sirius had studied ancient Greek and Latin. He was fluent in words and nuances. Remus' omissions were child's play to him.

Remus let out a breath he did not know he'd been holding. The moment of truth, then-:

'We don’t know.' 

The words tasted wrong even as he said them. There was no good way of telling Sirius this. No gentle version of James is missing. No way to cushion the blow. No reassurance to offer. If there had been, Remus would have clung to them already.

'What do you mean?' Sirius’ brow furrowed. 

Whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t this.

Of course not. No one ever imagines their best friend will vanish. No one thinks this will happen to them. Whatever this was. Abduction? Another accident?

Murder? A question that slithered in, uninvited.

'Nobody has seen James—or Lily—since they stayed behind with the wrecked car.'

'When you say "nobody" -' Sirius started. 

'I mean—nothing, Sirius,' Remus exhaled, exhaustion settling into his bones like frost. 

They were standing at a divide between two lives: the one they had lived, and a new one. Whatever came next, Remus had the horrible sensation that things would never be the same. 

'They've not been in touch... We've been driving up to the scene of the accident: The car is still there, but...'

Remus' voice trailed off.

'So they're just gone? Disappeared into thin air?' 

Remus didn't answer.

Sirius sat up: 'People don't just evaporate, Remus. So what do you and the others think happened? What lines are we investigating?'

Remus swallowed. Sirius really wasn't going to like the next bit either.

'I think you should sit down.' 

The change in Sirius’ tone caught Remus by surprise.

'Sorry?'

'Sit, Remus.'

Despite everything, Remus could hear the affection in Sirius' voice. It was his olive branch. 

Remus sank down, though he chose the sofa, rather than the edge of the bed. He wasn't sure he could be a good partner right now. The space helped keep things clinical, somehow. 

'Gideon reckons there is a chance that James was more injured than he let on—or was able to notice,' said Remus. 'Alice is checking the nearby hospitals.'

'I can believe the "able to notice" part,' Sirius agreed, looking thoughtful. 'That's happened before. But James... Not letting on being injured...' 

The comment was no doubt intended to lighten the mood a little, but it was Remus' turn to frown: 'I know what you're thinking, but there are two circumstances in which he would keep quiet. Both of which were present.'

'Evans, of course.' Sirius shook his head; then grimaced. Probably not the best thing to do with a concussion, Remus thought. But there was no point in saying anything. 

So much for "taking it easy" and "no strenuous" activities.

'Precisely,' agreed Remus.

'And...' Sirius started. 

He closed his eyes for a second as realisation must have dawned. 

'And us.'

'And us,' repeated Remus, his throat feeling tight, the memory of their disastrous Duke of Edinburgh expedition floating to the surface.

James would keep quiet if he was worried about their well-being. Which he would have been.

'Okay, well,' said Sirius. 'That tracks.' 

Except it didn't track. Sirius must have known that as well as Remus did. Why hadn't Lily contacted them, if James was in hospital?

'Any idea when Alice might know more?'

As it turned out, exactly at that moment. 

There was a knock on the door.

'He knows,' said Remus, as he opened it and Alice, Fabian, and Gideon stepped inside.

None of them sat.

Alice was trembling, even if only slightly. Remus had never seen her like this. Neither Fabian nor Gideon put a reassuring hand on her arm—and somehow, that was worse. Whatever they’d found out, it wasn’t good.

None of them met Remus’ eyes.

‘Either James is more injured than you feared,’ said Sirius, his voice deadly calm, ‘or we still have no idea where James and Ev-Lily are.’

Everyone in the room knew Sirius well enough not to be fooled by his tone. This was Sirius at his most lethal. This was Sirius being scared.

There was, of course, a third option for why the three would be acting this way, but not one that Sirius, or Remus, would acknowledge. 

Alice shook her head: 'Nothing. Wherever they are, they're not at a hospital.'

There was more.

[shysuccubusstuff]

L&DS LI as Minecraft players!

Credits for the idea to @sizzlingtigerkitten! This is a little drabble, nothing really deep, just for the funsies! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ How do you see them as?

Xavier as... the Nomad!

The kind of player that spends all of his time moving around the world, leaving little to no traces behind if not for the few torches and blocks randomly placed while he spends the night outdoors. You can expect them to have no bed, after all, they prefer to spend their time fighting against the hostile mobs just to get a good amount of EXP. He has been playing Minecraft for quite a while, but he has never paid extreme attention to the different mechanics on the game, just focusing on enjoying and exploring the world.

Zayne as... the Braniac!

The type of player that learns the wiki by heart. After all, you had told him you wanted to play together, wasn't he supposed to get a good grip on how Minecraft worked and what was or not possible? So he spends the little time he has to spare to read the whole wiki, learning all about the different mobs, potions, how to use redstone, the different crafting recipes... Gosh, you almost gasp after he told you just exactly how were you supposed to actually make the redstone work.

Rafayel as... the Builder!

I feel that since Rafayel takes such interest and pride on his creations, it would only make sense for him to become deeply interested on being able to build properly, even to the point of maybe creating his own building tutorials for those less... able to build. He would also probably become a modder, spending his time creating different mods that would allow him to actually paint in game, maybe creating small texture packs that would let him add his paintings to decorate your little house together... Or maybe even creating those cute mods of mermaid tails! He would probably love the roleplay ones, maybe taking the role of a merman and courting his lovely wife *coff coff*.

Sylus as... the Miner!

He would probably spend most of his time at the mines, after all, they had all he liked! Mobs to fight, riches to get... Just what he wanted to destress a little! In fact, he likes them even more because he gets to hear you scream when you get startled by the strange mine noises that were added to Minecraft. He knows he shouldn't laugh at you, but how could he not when you look like a little kitten trying to remain calm in front of a mirror? I do have to say that Sylus could probably also be a builder/redstone type of player, creating a huge and luxurious base for him and you, including strange traps and switches all over the place just to add some danger to the game. The type who would love adding random traps that could probably almost kill the players that even dared to try to enter his place.

Caleb as... the noob!

He only played because you told him to, so he simply follows you everywhere you go.

You go to the mines? he will be by your side, trying his best to not die from falling to the ground while going down the mines.

You go to a village? He's there, making sure to let you use his inventory to stuff all the objects you wanted to take from there but weren't able to.

It takes a while for him to get used to the game, often being seen dying on the silliest ways... how can someone die from a cactus? That's him for sure. But as soon as he gets accustomed, he becomes a great PvP player! Able to defend you from all the players that tried to get close to you just because of your materials... That of course included acting as a bodyguard for you, once again following you everywhere, except this time he's able to help you, killing all the aggressive mobs that kept following you, always carrying stuff you might need: wood? got it; stone? got it; coal? there; food? just say the word. He's so prepared that it's almost scary, to be honest, why would he have over 4 diamond pickages on his inventory?!

[zaidshair]

"But d'you reckon it's getting easier for you? To quickly, erm, to consciously shift." Zaid glanced over towards the treeline. "Like what if some robot-hornet came pelting out of the forest again. You'd just be able to shift into your big gorgeous wolf-form, easy as instinct?" Zaid sucked his teeth; whatever Una's measured reply, he looked wondrous. "Marvelous, just marvelous. As if you couldn't get any more cooler, darling."

A compliment that Zaid meant, although he said it in a teasing way so it wouldn't put Una on the spot.

Technically, raw protein didn't have to mean terrible. Granted, Zaid was thinking of a fully cleaned and dressed animal. Halal even, if one wanted to go there. A wolfy-Una likely had no time to field-dress her...meals, before she'd crunched into them. Skin, bones, guts and all. Zaid made a matter-of-fact 😬face as he inhaled, then stated, "Takes the raw foods and nose-to-tail movements to a whole new level, innit."

He was glad Una didn't mind his curiousity. "So what about human food? Still appetizing?"

Zaid shrugged, not really finding shame in not getting along with others. He hardly did; he told himself it never bothered him. As long as they could work together; and since he and Baskar didn't work a kitchen, there was little need to play nice about their mutual disdain.

But he did pay attention to the nature of these messages, from Una's more holistic view. "I'd...never thought of that. Mean-spirited messages. And - oh! And how - who - how did anyone know these secrets, yeah? Baskar's secret wasn't from their past, but mine was, before the island. Yours too? A secret on the island, or before?"

Productivity: a keyword in his old online sessions with Una Thorne. Like any word, 'productivity' had positive and negative aspects. In this case, Zaid felt everything they'd done and chatted about was productive, extraordinarily satisfying. And Una's delight in response to the welding efforts skyrocketed Zaid's confidence.

He started to see the potential for artistry, in what he'd done. Welding-wise, he'd basically made his first grilled cheese. Messy, quick, uncomplicated. But all crafts could be fine-tuned, with practice, practice, failure, practice, and more failure.

Was there really much difference? Sure, his powers were dangerous. But a hob could also burn skin off flesh. A knife could slice through hands and arms.

Through Una's enthusiasm, Zaid started to see...potential.

"Lightening glass...how do you know so much about so much," he chuckled, the question rhetorical. Riding that wave of success-euphoria, Zaid wasn't prepared for Una's next question.

Meant to be casual, curious. But all Zaid could think about was -

-- Ash, her arm completely melted away, half her face and side gone as she lay seemingly dead in Zaid's arms --

-- the Florida-man, smelling of charred pork, a blubbering mass of black and pink and red and - and Adarsh, healing him --

-- the fear in Tej's face, when Zaid blew apart everything in the forest around him - and very nearly destroyed Tej himself.

"I destroyed a table," Zaid blurted, feeling like he'd just bitten raw rabbit. "At the Hub. No one - no one was hurt."

Zaid dropped the metal, and started looking for more. "Right - well experiment done, yeah? Now we should try actually making the thing we wanted to make. I can do it, Una. I promise you, I'll - I'll..."

Responsible Una, protecting others by building her own jailcell. A horrid thought occurred to him. "You're not building this to...live in it, are you? It's just for when your - the monster, erm. Happens, right?"

"When I'm in one form or another, certain things feel instinctual... But the shift between the two needs more of a focus to - uh - trigger it? And this 'partial' thing certainly takes a whole lot more effort to sort of... Transform bits. Way harder to hold without either going all the way or snapping back. A lot of practicing. And quite a few failures."

She admits with a shrug. She had been careful about it though, making sure that during her experimentations, none of the 'other' form had crept in. Dancing a line between human and wolf was skirting a little close to the monster form and Una absolutely doesn't want to tempt any of that to the surface.

But then Zaid seems to catch up with her somewhat hinted at dietary requirements that have been rather modified of late. The wolf wasn't so inclined to a nice sweetcorn soup. Or a carb rich platter.

"Mmmhm."

She agrees softly as the revelation hits.

"Definitely a lot more... Uhm... Raw protein on the menu. I suppose, on the plus side... I seem to be able to digest it easily."

After the 'rabbit' thing... Una had been somewhat concerned about how her very 'human' stomach might deal with what the wolf had previously consumed, but rather than making her ill, she'd felt perfectly fine. No feeling sick. No adverse reactions. No bouts of gastroenteritis. Which makes her wonder how much her different forms were actually impacting each other.

She is a little taken aback as Zaids rather immediate reaction to the mention of Baskar. And at the notion of the two of them butting heads. But again, it's not her place to judge. Not everyone was going to enjoy the company of everyone else. And on the island, were people were forced into somewhat more immediate proximity, the things people found abrasive in others were likely to be amplified.

"Oh, well that's a shame."

She responds quietly to the notion of them not seeing eye to eye. But there's no judgement cast. Una, for her part - really does enjoy the company of both.

"I'm not sure anyone likes having their private and personal things laid bare for others. No matter what they are. Or perhaps just having them revealed before they have the chance to work up enough trust with another to speak of them openly themselves."

"I'm sure many of them would have made their way into the light naturally at some point. But the forced nature of this feels... Somewhat mean. Horribly spiteful."

A twist of lips and a sigh. The old Una would have reveled in the chaos and conflict... Likely finding some way to manipulate things in her favour... This Una though just feels awful for those who were finding the whole thing difficult.

"I can only hope that whatever cruelty people feel might have been done to them with these revelations, they can rise above it. Be honest and open and put all of this 'secret' business behind them."

Only a small huff of breath, dropping the subject as Zaid does. Stepping back as she's instructed and looking on with no small degree of fascination as Zaids gloop plasma spews forth. Having not been witness to Zaids ability before, she's quite - stunned... Having to turn her head at one point to shield against the bright white flashes of searing metal, feeling the heat even from here. And even in the aftermath - as Zaid goes to examine his 'work', Una has to take a minute to even comprehend...

...Even though she can change her shape, bones and muscle reforming - she's still amazed that in Zaid appears whole and well and is not in any way singed or apparently worse for wear.

"Wow... That's.... That's quite something."

A quiet huff of words as she approaches slowly. Not examining the metal, rather looking at Zaid's hand. No burns. No damage.

"Are you okay? Do you feel alright?"

It worked. He did it. Una suddenly rounding to the success of Zaids achievement.

"Oh, Zaid - this is wonderful!!! There's no way the... (beast)... That it... That... I... Could break through that. Look at what you can do! You're amazing!"

It's a note of hope that had been lacking in Una's voice for a while now. But this is it!!! They can keep people safe! From Una, at least.

Then Zaid draws her attention to the substance formerly known as 'sand'.

"It's like lightening glass. Enough heat and, it melts... I... Have no idea how hot sand needs to be to turn into glass other than... Very. My goodness. This is remarkable."

She resists the temptation to touch. Even though the rising steam clouds are dissipating, the metal is still cooling from white to red - scalding to the skin... With small 'tink-clink-pings' clearly audible as the sheets of steel cool and contract.

"What else have you managed to do?"

[kitkatsgalore]

now playing... ☆ track 03. pathetic love ☆ track 04. outsider ☆ track 05. why you hate... ☆ track 06. bleu

mini 와장창 track "visualizers," inspired by the ones yechan drew for the blue album! 🎶

part of #LUCYWEEK2025 | day 2 | prompt: all kinds of blue

[iridescentis]

finished my first playthrough of slay the princess!!!! yippee!!!! :D

i loved that so much oh my god perfect ending best playthrough ever

the vessels i had were damsel, cage, witch, tower and spectre in that order and i chose the ending to run away with the princess and i was not expecting her to be so sweet I LOVE HER!!!!!! look at my wife!! <3