#They got other cool AUs besides this one and lots of other cool stuff

[undeaddrabble]

IDOL DAILY - New Issue!

(The Amazing Digital Dance Rush AU by @nobody-nexus!)

I finally managed to get my hands on this thing! You wouldn't believe how long it took.

Anyway, I can finally show what's important here...

The info? Nah, don't be silly.

The photos from the photo shoot!

Wow... this sure was a surprise... but a pleasant one! They really outdid themselves this time... can't wait to see what else they got planned in the future!

... Still here? Cool.

Here's something extra <3

After the photoshoot, Jax invited Zooble over to his place. Wind down after all the trouble.

Normally, they would’ve just said no and moved on with their day, but, this time around… why not?

Maybe they’d get some answers. Some stuff didn’t add up.

Zooble looked out the window with contempt.

They glanced down at the crowd of faceless fans screaming their and Jax’s names, singing praises and begging for more.

Those poor fools.

They would never have enough.

They were all just NPCs anyway. It hardly mattered.

But their staring and their screams were still unnerving and grating to Zooble’s being.

They simply closed the curtains, then turned around, and were met by the oversized lagomorph laying down on a fancy couch, drinking wine.

Being at the top of the leaderboard had its perks.

Had the whole place all to himself…

What an ego freak.

“See?” He threw his head back. “I told you the fans would go crazy over this collab.” He took a sip out of his wine and then spread his arms wide. “They’re eating it up!”

Zooble sighed and rolled their eyes. 

“As if that’s even a surprise. They’ll eat anything up.” They sat down on a different couch, keeping their eyes on the rabbit. “If you had collaborated with anyone else it wouldn’t make a difference. You’d get the same result.”

Jax went quiet as he closed his eyes, then sipping his wine again.

“Hmm… maybe you’re right.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at Zooble.

“But aren’t you glad I picked you out of everyone else?”

Was he expecting them to be thankful?

It wasn’t like they asked for it.

It came out of nowhere.

They squinted silently.

“…Why? You know I don’t even care about the numbers. Or being popular for that matter.”

He spun his drink in his hand, reflecting on his actions for a moment.

It was almost like he wasn’t expecting them to ask.

“I dunno…”

He glanced at Zooble, giving a light shrug.

“Maybe I just felt like being nice?”

The room fell silent for a while.

“…Felt like being nice.”

Zooble repeated his words back to him.

It even felt wrong to say it out loud. They immediately dismissed it.

“Yeah, right.”

Jax simply chuckled.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

They shook their head.

“I have no reason to.”

Jax pretended to be offended, gasping and clutching at his chest. What a drama queen.

“Wow, Zooble. I’m hurt.”

They rolled their eyes once more.

“Psh.”

They got up from their seat, walking over to the bar to pour a glass of wine of their own. “…Whatever.”

[pyrodolls]

Second part of the yandere kung lao? We do not want it we NEED it 🥰

self aware! yandere kung lao x reader PART 2

warnings: obsession, ooc kung lao, gender neutral reader, kung lao has an existential crisis

summary: you’re in the game now, thanks to kung lao dragging you into the mortal kombat 1 universe. but you didn't expect him to be so... suffocating.

a/n: I WAS SURPRISED THAT PEOPLE LIKED THE FIRST PART. i got so many requests for a part two, sooooo here it is. i love self aware fics, and i tried so hard to hold back on turning this into a sagau-cult-au inspired fic. i love reading sagau cult au fics on here bro. maybe someday i'll make self aware mk1 cult au fics

see part one here -> part 1

-you woke up in the nook of an alley, confused on how you got there. but you knew you got transported in the world of mortal kombat. is this just a dream? there's no way you just woke up in a video game.

-you tried pinching yourself, in case you were indeed having a dream. unfortunately, nothing happened. you just landed in mortal kombat somehow.

-the thought of waking up in one of your favorite video games seemed cool at first, but a lot of questions popped into your head. how did you get there? is it a permanent thing? can you escape somehow? does any of this have to do with the kung lao glitches?

-your last question was quickly answered when you heard someone mumbling nearby. the voice sounded too familiar. it was kung lao's voice.

-"where are they..." kung lao mumbled, repeating that phrase every few seconds. was he looking for someone? could it be you he was looking for?

-you wanted to reveal yourself and meet him, but you hesitated. you remembered those weird glitches that happened while you were trying to play the game, so you were slightly creeped out by kung lao.

- a part of you wanted to say something or introduce yourself, but you got a strange feeling in your gut, almost as if you know you shouldn’t trust him. something is wrong about him, really wrong.

- trusting your gut, you ended up hiding from kung lao. as soon as you stopped hearing his mumbling, you got up from your hiding spot, thinking you were safe.

-"found you." kung lao whispered, engulfing you in his arms. apparently you couldn't hide from him. and he really was looking for you after all.

-"it's you.. it's really you..." he repeated, his voice cracking.

-"you know me?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "i think you have the wrong person..."

-"why would i have the wrong person? i brought you here for a reason." kung lao replied, not letting go of you.

-you were shocked. *he* was the one that brought you in the game? there's no way...

-"you see, i was tired of being away from you. it was like torture. i needed to feel your warmth, i couldn't bare being stuck behind a screen. besides, it kind of hurt when you kept on shutting the game off and on! did you not want to see me or something?" kung lao teased, casually acting as if you had a close relationship with each other.

-"how did you know you were in a game? and you wanted to feel my... warmth?" you asked, in complete shock from what he was saying. does he care about you or something? but you have never even spoken. obviously you liked kung lao because he was a cool character, but it was never deeper than that. you knew he was just a character and nothing more.

-"of course i did! you know how much i love you, right? i've been showing hints for so long! don't tell me that was for nothing.." he whined.

-he loved you? there was no way. he never even spoken to you! he was a fictional character, and you were just a regular mortal kombat player. it had to be a joke. maybe you were high.

-kung lao got the hint that you were still confused, so he tried to regain your memory.

-"you know.. remember how i gave you all my skins and stuff? that was a lot of hard work, you have no idea how much coding or whatever i had to go through. and i tried talking to you directly, but that was even harder. the most i could do was look at you as often as i could. was that not enough for you?" kung lao explained, sensing that his efforts were all for naught.

-so he was the reason for all those glitches. somehow, kung lao became self-aware... and he made himself the center of attention so he could gain your affection? it sounded extremely bizarre.

-if kung lao was capable of messing with the game and bringing you inside the game, who knew what else he was capable of?

-in fear of angering him, you decided to go along with his little delusions.

-"well, of course i knew! i just needed a reminder, sorry. i'm glad you brought me here, kung lao." you lied.

-upon hearing what you said, a big smile appeared on his face. kung lao was ecstatic that you returned his affections. he worked so hard to show you how much he loves you, and now he finally has the chance to embrace you. he can finally treat you with the love you deserve. he was tired of always seeing you on the other side of the screen, unable to directly interact with you.

-"great! i'm so glad we finally got to meet. i have so much i want to talk about with you, and i just can't wait to spend time with you. you don't understand how long i've been waiting for this moment." kung lao excitedly ranted.

-in that moment, a part of him realized his life was a lie. all the tales he heard of his ancestors, all the adventures and memories he's ever had... were all a figment for a video game. it was a terrible feeling to him, and he refused to face that reality. kung lao preferred to focus on you, instead of worrying. obviously, there was nothing else worth his love and time anymore after learning that his life is a lie.

-kung lao now believes you are a sort of saviour, a light in his fake life. nothing else matters anymore, because he has you now. and you have him too! he'll devote himself to you and provide you with strength, excitement, and love for the rest of your life. nobody is better than him, you should be grateful that you managed to have such a great partner by your side!

-it's not like anyone would be a better choice than him anyway, so don't go off and find someone else, okay? in fact, you probably shouldn't even look at anyone else. kung lao did so much for you and proved that he is worthy of your affections, so there is no reason for you to go after anyone else. if you do, kung lao will... take care of them. nobody will one-up him. nobody will be better than him this time. not on his watch. just this once... he can have something to himself.

[crumplstiltskin]

i love ur aus! your interpretations of the relationship dynamics in new ways that still feels true to the characters is really cool- take supernatural crazy stuff and making it fit in a more normal dynamic can't be easy.

do you have any opinions on how sukuna or choso get along with wasuke? (and do sukuna + choso both privately think of themselves as The Oldest Brother, or is one of them a middle brother?)

hey!!! thank you for sending this. i take it as a really big compliment ! i get very particular about that kind of thing so i'm glad it reads the way i want it to.

i'll answer this in the context of my aus. depending on the au there are minor differences though! and i hope you don't mind if i yap a little bit under the cut!

the most important part of this question is how wasuke's personality would mesh with them respectively so it's important to first consider what type of person wasuke is and how he would engage each of them. besides his appearances in the manga/anime we can deduce some of his personality through yuuji (how he was raised, his conduct, etc).

wasuke seems to be very even-tempered, family-focused so i think choso would get along the most with wasuke. choso is very gentle at heart and also family-oriented himself so wasuke would think highly of choso who is very outrightly passionate about it. wasuke himself doesn't seem to be overly affectionate physically or verbally but we know that he cared deeply for yuuji. choso being sort of the opposite way complements him well, at least in the context of caring for yuuji and i see him appreciating choso for making up for perhaps what he would consider his own limitations. wasuke would probably find it embarrassing but as a grandfather who loves his family he would be grateful for having choso in their lives.

sukuna and wasuke would clash more but not to the point where there is any real tension. i think they would bicker a lot, but only because they both seem like the stubborn type....probably share other personality traits too...idk..i feel it in my bones (and tbh in normal peoples au sukuna had a weird edgy phase where wasuke found him cringe af and he never let sukuna live it down 😭). in unckuna au and 12 years au they would both be very involved in rearing yuuji so they'd have long discussions about things after yuuji went to bed or something so this gives them a purpose to get along. not saying that sukuna wouldn't get along with him but to be completely honest sukuna is not the type of character to really care about much beyond himself. so they're like coworkers........but the work is yuuji. sukuna would respect wasuke out of principle (principle being he is an elder, he is his father/grandfather) and wasuke expects that from him, the end.

but knowing people like wasuke, neither of them are getting praise from him no matter how well they do or how much they impress him lol. he will tell them off immediately if they do anything wrong, and is not the type to say pretty words. if he wants to be nice to them he'll probably show it through action though; he'll go out of his way to buy their favourite fruit ("i got x today at the market, peel/cut them up for us"), drink tea and have snacks in the same room instead of sitting on the porch alone, things like that.

about the birth order...i think that's complicated. in normal peoples au i usually consider choso the oldest by a couple years (kaori's child from a past marriage or an ex). if it's the cousin choso au (where kenjaku is kaori's brother) he's around the same age as sukuna give or take. in sorceror au where he is a death painting choso is the oldest by far but sukuna won't acknowledge him as family for reasons (usually infantile and superficial) 😭😭😭.

in most aus sukuna kind of looks down on him for not looking like them and/or for not being human, and in most aus choso is not interested in sukuna beyond asking him to stop being mean to yuuji. almost writing off sukuna as yuuji's brother at all. almost... if it's any uncle au it's harder for him to ignore that i think...choso respects his elders...unfortunately...(he secretly thinks ill of sukuna in his head).

[itsgrimeytime]

drunk on you (epilogue) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader (no apocalypse!AU)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

series taglist: @ryoujoking @zomb-1-egutzz

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Summary: You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.

TWs: vague allusion to sex.

[[A/N: I cannot stop watching this gif fr. So pretty. So sad to be ending it but it is perfectly wrapped up. Thank you to all who loved it. Enjoy :))]]

You woke up that morning warm, comforter neatly wrapped around you -all white and plush. The mattress was perfectly holding you in place just like it always did. But somehow, you still felt cold.

You reached your hand out, patting the mattress on his side of the bed, empty. You furrowed your eyebrows, peeking your eyes open; they flickered across the bedsheets. The comforter was pulled back, and he was decidedly not there.

"Rick?" You mumbled out, pulling yourself to the end of the bed, grabbing your ring, and slipping it onto your finger.

You stood then, adjusting your pajamas (an old pair of his), and padded your way through your bedroom. Hardwood cool under your feet, you slowly made your way out into the hallway.

Fingers drifting along the walls, you blearily blinked the sleepy fuzz out of your eyes. Attention catching elsewhere, you heard two things: the sizzling of breakfast, and the low murmur of voices like they didn't want to wake you.

"Rick?" You asked, again -although, at this point, you definitely knew where he was.

Lining the walls, your eyes caught onto a slew of photos. There was some of everybody, your eyes dipped particularly to Carl's graduation. Cap and gown, Rick on one side and you on the other, all three of you were smiling. Something in your chest warmed.

You turned the corner into the dining room, eyes smoothing across the empty table before you guided yourself into the kitchen -following the smell and the voices. The white cabinets shined in the morning light, and as you expected, Rick, still in his pajamas stood at the stove. And just beside him-

"Carl, baby, oh my god-" you rushed forward, gathering up the tall, now, man into a hug, "-how are you? How's school?"

"Good, good. Everything's good," Carl laughed, eagerly accepting your hug -he was so tall now. Your eyes darted along his face, taking him in. All the changes, you still remember him when he was just a little baby, all wrapped up in your arms.

"I like the hair too, by the way," you smiled, gently fixing it on his head -instinctively.

He was growing it out, dressed as casually as could be in some of Rick's old stuff. You would recognize it anywhere, you just didn't know if it was from his high school or young adult days. Wordlessly, you straightened the flannel over his shirt.

"Alright, Y/N," he laughed again, playfully, "-I think I'm all fixed up."

"Sorry," you apologized, "-It's a force of habit. You know your Dad."

Rick spun to you then -long hair mussed, but curled at the ends with a salt and pepper stubble climbing up his cheeks. Your very own Rick.

"'Ey," he spoke, defensively, "-I'm right 'ere."

To prove your point, you ran a hair through his hair -fixing the mess from where he must've woken up, and pulled slightly at his shirt -straightening the collar. It was almost out of instinct, and he seemed to expect it -standing perfectly still.

Rick grinned at you the same way he always did, you still felt your heart skip a beat even now. You doubted it would ever go away. Before you could turn back to Carl, instead Rick got your attention.

Gently placing the spatula down, he turned to you ever-so-slightly and opened up his arms.

You laughed, a little -the routine.

And with unhesitating steps, patted on over to him -wrapping your arms around his chest and placing your head on his shoulder. Still woodsy, still Rick. You could feel him chuckle, reverberating through his chest -bright and twinkly.

With a breath, he pressed a kiss on top of your head, "Mornin', baby."

"You guys are still gross, good to know."

"'S love," Rick corrected, slipping his hands over your shoulders, "-if 'at's gross ya got a bleak future, Carl."

"Hey," you swatted at his chest, almost in warning -Carl had a very bright future.

Rick laughed, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, "He knows I don't mean it, don't ya?"

"Yeah, yeah," Carl laughed, dismissively waving his hand, before retorting, "-I can't be 'ere for long, Dad. Breakfast almost done?"

You let go of Rick, mindlessly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He grinned, even though it happened everyday.

"Why are you here?"

Carl smiled, bringing you into another hug, "For a special occasion, Y/N, plus, Dad asked me to be here."

"Think it as a gift," he mumbled out, before siphoning off eggs -scrambled.

You almost said for what exactly, but then it suddenly struck you.

"Shit, really?" You asked, scurrying up to the calendar hung up on the wall. And there it was, circled with little doodled hearts.

"Happy 10 years, baby," Rick smiled big and bright, gathering you up in his arms -gently swaying in place.

You started laughing with movement, "That long? Jesus. How long have we had the house?"

"'Bout year 3," Rick answered, quickly pressing his lips to yours -just a surface level kiss.

You remembered the day he'd showed you.

He wouldn't let you come on the land, ever, wouldn't let you help, nothing.

"I'm buildin' it for ya, you'll see it at the end."

And then, one day, years ago, he'd dragged you out of the apartment with a blindfold, put you in the car and drove you all the way to the house. You remember the grass scratching your legs and the creak of the trees. And then, just seeing it.

All white walls, and big porch, and windows, and just... everything.

"Shit," you repeated -coming back to the moment.

"What?" He teased, "-Had enough of me, 'ave ya?"

"No, just-" you went a little quiet, just looking at him, "-I can still remember you showing up at my door, wasted, after five years."

"You're always gonna be holdin' on to the drunk thin', ain't ya?"

"Yes," you patted his cheek, "-and I will forever."

Rick grinned at that -something twinkling in his eyes. Even now, he couldn't wait for forever with you. You couldn't either.

"Breakfast?" Carl repeated -acting a little annoyed, but you could tell he wasn't. Not really.

"Yeah, yeah," Rick rolled his eyes, letting you go and grabbing the plates -guiding all of you into the dining room.

Carl left soon after that, promising to come back after the semester just for a visit. He'd had an apartment in the city, just like yours. Ready to go and pursue his dreams, just like you did. The two of you followed him to the car, wishing him well, and your own very cautious, be safe. He rolled his eyes but still promised you.

You and Rick stood outside, watching the car disappear down the driveway. He held you tight to his side, cool wind brushing over your skin but not exactly cold. You didn't mind being by his side though, never would.

With a sigh, you turned back to the house -his arm still wrapped around you. You felt the thrum of his body heat against your side -he always was like a furnace.

Your eyes settled along it, taking it in.

"I still can't believe you built me a house."

Rick laughed, looking at you -blue eyes twinkly, "You were the one who suggested it!"

"Was I?" You paused, trying to think back.

"Oh yeah," he turned you toward him -gently holding your shoulders, "-I was talkin' about me imaginin' a future wit' ya, a big white house-"

You smiled at him.

"-and you said we could build one."

You remembered then, his big smooth smile and those eyes. He'd just looked at you like you were everything he wanted, and he'd give you anything to keep you. That was a big day.

"Okay, yes," you finally responded,"-but I was joking, Grimes."

"Were ya?" He hummed, that sort of mischievous grin he'd always given you, "-'Couldn't tell."

"Liar," you shot back.

"Okay, fine," he conceded, "-You said it an' I realized how much I wanted to. For you. For us, I guess."

You pursed your lips, before patting him on the cheek, gently, "Sap."

"Just the way ya like it," he quipped, grin bright.

"You know," you started, as he pulled you into his side again -the two of you making your way inside again, "-sometimes I think about what we would've been like together in high school."

"Do ya?"

"Yeah," you replied -thoughtfully, "-because if you're sappy now. Imagine you in puppy love."

"Hmm," he hummed, "-ya probably wouldn't 'ave doodled in all those notebooks if we 'ad, huh?"

"First of all, I would've doodled twice as much, and secondly-" he laughed at you, "-what is with you and those notebooks?"

"'S nice," he responded, softly, "-you loved me then, and I didn't even kno'. I keep one of 'em in my wallet, actually, reminds me how lucky I am to be 'ere. Because I was such a dumbass back then."

You laughed a little, before pausing -realizing, "Wait. You keep one in your wallet?"

"Yea', I never told ya?"

"There's no way you're telling the truth right now," you laughed -a bit astonished, "-a doodle? Really? From high school-"

He stopped walking just under the porch, moving his arm to pull out his wallet (he always brought it everywhere, even in his pajamas), and flipped it open.

With a breath, he dug behind his license in the clear little pocket, "'Keep it behind my license, so it don't get tore up. Or smeared."

"Rick."

"Look," he pulled a tiny little piece of lined paper out -extending it to you, "-I ain't a liar."

"Rick," you nearly cooed.

You flipped it in between your fingers, you even knew the pen you'd drawn it in. It was one of your favorites, and it didn't smear, so you don't know why he was worried about that. A part of you couldn't believe it. But right there, over the blue lines was a big heart, and on the inside two words.

Y/N Grimes

"You really keep this in your wallet?" You asked in awe, gently pinching the paper between your fingers.

"I just pulled it out infront of ya, baby-"

"Well, yeah, but-" you laughed in defense, "-you could be looking for extra brownie points on our anniversary."

Rick paused, holding your eyes, "Ya think I'd do 'at?"

"For the right motivator," you defended, "-yes."

He quirked a brow, a smirk smoothing across his lips -you knew the look, "What kinda motivator, darlin'?"

"Stop you," you swatted his shoulder, "-you were just being sweet."

He laughed at you a moment, before countering, "'Could still be sweet."

"Rick," you warned.

"Just sayin'."

"Rick."

"Okay, okay," he hummed -taking his hands to cup your face, "-gimme a break, I'm bein' sweet."

"Yes, you are," you smiled, handing it back to him, "-Now, I have to know, do you keep them stashed anywhere else?"

"Whaddya mean, baby?"

"Don't play dumb," you accused, his eyes slinking over you in a certain kind of way.

"Ya know what," he tapped his chin, thoughtfully, playfully really, "-I think... I think I might 'ave some stashed in the bedroom."

"Rick," you laughed, "-are you really doing this right now?"

"Doin' what?" He questioned, innocently.

"Rick."

"I'm just answerin' your question," he smiled, bringing your face closer to his, "-I do think I 'ave some stashed in the bedroom."

"Let me guess," you quipped, "-on the bed?"

He grinned at you, teasingly, and dropped his hands down to your waist, "How'd ya know?"

"Grimes," you sighed out, fingers coming up to twirl into his hair, "-you are just so very predictable."

"Am I?"

"Very much so," you hummed.

"Can ya predict what's gonna happen next," he was a breath away from your face, "-Grimes?"

"I can think of a few things."

And then, with a laugh and a few spare kisses, he picked you up like he always did and brought you inside the house. Laughter bubbling out your chest and kissing the man you loved, you realized it then.

Five years was just a speck in your life. Those five years were nothing, not compared to this. To Rick, to your life now. And a part of you wished you'd gotten it back, gotten it all sooner.

Well, you smiled big and wide -arms wrapped around his neck, this is kinda perfect now, isn't it?

Rick smiled at you then, kicking the door shut without even looking away. Only looking at you, a little like you were everything. His everything. And for a second, you thought maybe you were.

Yeah, you decided, you wouldn't want it any other way.

[dock57]

Love your ramblings

ya got any headcanons on the side as well? : 3

[Bless you- I have so much to talk about for Monkey Wrench and I just want to share it! There's so much you can say for the series!

As for Headcanons? NGL I am. Not always the best when it comes to headcanons. I think I make assumptions about stuff from the show or just ramble what I noticed and love about it.

Let's see of some I have thought of- Which really has been for Shrike or Beebs because they're in my mind 24/7...

One Headcanon I had for Shrike, which you could say may be dunked was that Shrike could actually draw. From my understanding so far of Shrike in the series, he doesn't have a lot of skills. Beside being a sharp shooter.

Why an artist for a headcanon? I believe the idea came from Shrike's love for Terran cartoons and a possible appreciation for the arts. Not music to say, as he struggles to learn the guitar under Beebs' guidance, but possibly the visual aspect of it. Shrike is attracted to cartoons, but cool designs as well, such as getting the Bucket painted red. So to think he might have one artistic skill, I would headcanon that he could be an artist and thought that would be what he could pursue to do after being a mercenary. Its an idea that came up for one AU concept I have.

However...

Then we have this...

Now I know this is done by the guest artist, Doobus Goobus, and this is the artist's style, but- it gives me the impression that this is Shrike's art skills as well. Not looking at this as the guest animator, but looking if this is how Shrike visualizes things in his head? The squid is a simple one...

Though it would fit for his love for cartoons... I guess if anything, I always saw him to be the type to be into street artwork. Examples like these!

Well, I guess I can still headcanon he can learn to do that- no such thing as learning art too late!

As for Beebs? Lots of different theories and headcanons have come and go in my head. As of right now, I think the Headcanon that been bouncing in my brain is the idea that Beebs could be consider of a higher class or royalty, depending how his kind views it. I seen the headcanon or AU of Shrike being a prince, but I haven't seen anyone mention the idea for Beebs? Not exactly a prince, but just as I said before- a royal status.

I had this one swirling in my head since EP 4. Ajax. Everything about him speaks of a higher class of his kind. The way he speaks, his manners and how he expects Beeb's to act around him, the type of music that is conducted for his scenes, and of course how he dresses. I believe that Beebs also comes from another higher class of Walairins. During the dinner scene, how Ajax speaks about Beebs' father. It made me wonder that if his father is well respected among their kind. Some dialogue that catch my attention:

Whatever Beebs has done, from what Ajax was implying here, I do believe that Beebs' comes from a well respected family that other Walairins must find Beebs' to be a disgrace for what he "did" to his father (Since we have yet to know the whole story).

There is not anything to Beeb's design that suggests this, since well, Beebs' has striped himself from the ties he has with his kind and family. However, I think EP 4 gives us a good indication that Beebs' might be a higher status based from what I read from this one scene and how Beebs react.

Also if anyone knows what this hand gesture means- please tell me. I been trying to fight for the life of me of what you call this gesture that Beebs' does to Ajax which, really peeves him off. Its not a super common gesture to me and its done with such pronunciation from Beebs.

Anyway, those are at least 2 Headcanons I have! Maybe one day I will share some more with ya guys!]

[smilesatdawnmain]

Eternal LMK Au (Part 13) Interactive Story

To the Wukong's stash we go~

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story; Eternal Au

Ship; ShadowPeach

Wukong gave a smile, wringing his hands together. “My cloud might actually disappear once we get past the atmosphere.” The two angled their heads up in shared contemplation, already able to imagine the smooth ride becoming very unstable very quickly. 

“Yeahhhh…” Macaque frowned. “Not that, then.” An uncertain room with uncertain artifacts it is then. “Do you have anything that could get us up there? In your hoard” 

Wukong shrugged, “I dunno. And it isn't a Hoard. It's a collection."

"It's a hoard." Macaque clicked his teeth, tilting his head, “How could you not know? It’s your stuff.”

“Yeahhhh~” Wukong drawled, rubbing the back of his neck, “But I got a lot of stuff on the Journey- like a lot of stuff and it was a hassle to organize it when I wasn’t even home. So I just gave it to a clone to bring it back and had them toss it inside.” He hadn’t had the chance or the energy to organize since. As soon as he got back he had the tribe to focus on, and as soon as he walked into their home- it was covered in his mate. His clothes, his things, his smell. It was overwhelming and upsetting.

He spent so long just laying in their bed, staining it with tears.

“I hadn’t had the time,” he concluded quietly, rubbing his arm, his pride refusing to admit to why. Best not to burden Mihou with that anyway. He didn’t need to see him being so weak.

Macaque smacked his forehead. This choice was starting to sound more like a chore. “Ugh…” knowing their luck the clone would deliver the envelope to Gongzhu and she would get up there long before they ever did. 

“Let’s get this over with,” he gestured for Wukong to walk. 

The man was stammering and insisting, “I’m sure we’ll find something! I’m sure we will.” Going rightward of the mountain, beyond the entrance to their home and to the back entrance of the cave, Wukong parted the seal there to open up his treasure trove.

The chamber was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glimmer of treasures strewn about like forgotten memories. Wukong stepped inside, the musty scent of history and time tickling his nose. He felt a rush of nostalgia as he passed a pile of relics—each one held a story, each one a reminder of battles fought and friendships forged… and some he had no idea how they even got here, but was sure he put them in here at some point.

Macaque trailed behind him, wrinkling his nose at the chaos. “You really need to organize this at some point,” he muttered, Wukong nervously tapping his fingers beside him. He was dead for a few years and already Wukong made their home a mess.

“I-I will,” Wukong says.  

“You plan to keep all of this?” Macaque eyed it. 

“We’ll uh- some of it? Some of it is really cool!” He waved his arms around, rushing to show it off. He bragged of a few things, but was more confused about others. As if he himself didn’t fully know everything he had. “I have this cool helmet, and this awesome ring and- oh when did I get this?? Oh! Or this?? What even is this??”

Macaque was sighing, shaking his head the further they dug into this mess. Why keep any of this in the first place if he truly didn’t use any of it? Maybe sentimentality?

As Wukong rummaged through the haphazard piles, Macaque couldn't help but feel a surge of exasperation. "Wukong," he stressed, his patience fraying like the strings of an old instrument. "Focus. We need to find something we can use, not pick through your personal museum." all these adventures… things he was never part of. Probably foolish to feel upset about it but, old habits die hard, he supposed.

“Right, right! Sorry,” Wukong replied, flushing under the gentle reprimand. He shifted aside a dusty sword ornately decorated with fading runes and reached for an odd-shaped object buried beneath a blanket of silks. “What about this?”

Macaque squinted at the wrinkled artifact, “What does it do?”

“I dunno,” Wukong shrugged.

Macaque sighed and whipped around, Wukong flushing and going back to investigating. Honestly, it felt so odd to be talking to Mihou like this. Showing off this room and just- exisiting around him.

As Wukong was crouched below him and digging, Macaque stared over the mountains, debating going off on his own to go through this mess.

He couldn't exactly touch anything, so he could just leave Wukong to look.

Ah, but he also might be able to find something useful if he helped.

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i also feel like mack and sammy are more similar and will and blarie are similar so the relationships between all of them are just adorable !

going more on will and blarie he also understands her for why she broke up with mack because he gets it especially with him breaking up with sammy

and of course sammy is definitely a sister to blarie

i totally agree. will and blaire will become really close and so will samy and mack. (also in my active era rn so send more requests in and ill answer!)

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mack invited blaire and will over to hang out since he wanted them to get to know one another better because they were the two closest people in his life at the moment (besides his family). blaire was more than happy to hang out, especially because she really liked joe's little daughter, ayla. will had nothing better to do, so he made the drive over.

now they were sitting on the back steps of the porch watching mack run around with ayla and river in a game of what the little kids liked to call "tackle the hockey player." will opted out after being chased five times and blaire got a pass because the little two didn't wanna tackle her.

"they love him," blaire smiled watching her boyfriend run around and the kids were screaming his name.

"they really do. they for sure look up to him," will chuckled.

"i'm sure the marleau kids love you too," the dirty blonde said and the blonde smiled to himself. "yeah, they think i'm pretty cool i guess."

"you know mack talks about you a lot. if i didn't know any better, i'd assume you two were dating or something," blaire teased making both of them laugh.

"yeah, we really can't beat those allegations. he's a really cool person. it's cool you guys knew one another before this," will and blaire met each other's gazes.

"did he tell you that i thought he was super annoying and stuck up when he first came to shattuck?"

"i actually don't know a lot about you. mack kept it quiet," the blonde admitted.

"figures. well, my fourteen year old self never thought he was special or anything just because he played hockey. i thought all hockey players were stuck up, no offense," will laughed, "none taken."

"it wasn't until i actually talked to him that i finally realized maybe he wasn't as stuck up as i thought he was. his dedication was admirable and then we just kept hanging out more and more and then one thing led to another.." blaire blushed as her voice faded off. those days at shattuck seemed like so long ago.

"what made you guys break up?" will wondered not knowing how much of a touchy subject it still was. when blaire fell spent he quickly backtracked, "you don't have to tell me. i was just wondering."

"it was a lot of stuff, but i guess i kind of freaked when we were going to different school across the country. i thought he was gonna leave me or something and i wanted to save myself the hurt so i left before i could get hurt," the girl finally explained and will's chest burned hearing how similar that sounded to what happened to him and samy this past summer.

"i know that one a little too well.." the blonde mumbled making the figure skater snap her gaze to him. will stared at their shoes instead of meeting her glance.

"you do?"

"kind of, yeah. samy and i went through something similar. i freaked too i guess. i thought i couldn't be the boyfriend she needed being so far away. i broke up with her at the beginning of the summer and we didn't get back together until i moved to san jose. i get the feeling though. it's one that just consumes you until it's all you think about at night and you have to do something about it to stop thinking about it," will's head hung low. he hated thinking about this past summer and how much he hurt samy and himself thinking he was making the right choice.

blaire stared at him in disbelief though because he described perfectly the feeling she constantly thought about in the back of her mind and how she fought every bad thought she still had about not being good enough for mack and running when things got serious.

"you get it," the girl mumbled and will finally met her gaze. "i guess i get scared of people leaving all the time whenever i get close to them because my mom left and then my older brother just doesn't talk to me anymore," she added when the blonde didn't respond right away.

"i'm sorry. that sucks," he frowned.

"it's fine. i think i'm finally working through it and mack makes sure i know he won't just leave me like that," they looked back out at the brunette still running around with the littles.

"well, you definitely have a super cool boyfriend and now super cool best friend to the boyfriend, so i'm always here to talk about that stuff if you ever want to," will smiled softly making blaire smile back.

"thanks, will. that means a lot. i can't wait to get to know you more and your girlfriend. you two seem like really important people in mack's life," the blonde flushed.

"you could say that, yeah."

"guys, i'm getting tired. someone needs to sub in," mack called from the yard where he doubled over to catch his breath. ayla and river laughed at him.

"i don't know man, i'm pretty beat," will called back.

"maybe it's time we all head inside? i think we're all tired," blaire laughed and stood up. she watched mack convince the two that they should go inside and then they came running to the steps.

"that was rough," mack mumbled when he made it over.

"they're really good at tackling. that will be good for when they wanna send people in the boards," will joked.

"oh, i'm sure joe will love that," mack said and they all headed inside to see what else ayla and river wanted to do.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Venting with Best Friends

Summary: Relativity/Reunion Falls AU, Stan shares his Definitely Not Biased and Very Correct opinions on Ford.

Author's Note: I promise the next one will be longer I've had a lot of "proof of concept" scenes I wanted to put out first

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“I’m gonna be honest with ya Stan, I’m not sure I get what the problem is,” Fiddleford says.  He’s sitting on the ground next to the bed fiddling with the device he’s working on.  Stan’s still not sure what it is.

“Yeah, no one does, it’s great,” Stan grumbles, from his spot lying face down on Fiddleford’s bed.

“What?  It’s hard to hear you if your face is pressed into my pillow, you know.”

Stan groans and drags his face up.  “I just don’t know how to talk to him!” he says.  “He doesn’t ever try to start conversations, and I don’t know about anything he’d want to talk about.  It’s not like he wants to hear about my in-depth plan to hunt down a monster that shows people their worst nightmares.”

“Well, come on, how do you know?” Fiddleford asks.  “Have you asked him?”

“Please.  A nerd like him?  Yeah, I’m sure he wants to spend hours talking about monsters and cryptids.  He probably only knows about boring school stuff that he learned about where he’s from.”

“Hey,” Fiddleford says, looking up at Stan and crossing his arms.  “What’s wrong with being a nerd?”

“Oh, nothing, come on Fidds,” Stan says, pushing himself up to a sitting position.  “You know I’m not talking about you.  But you’re a weird nerd.  He’s a normie.  It’s different.”

“How do you know he’s a normie if you never talk to him about it?” Fiddleford asks, turning back to his device.

“I just know, okay?  Besides, I’ve got better things to do than try and explain to a twin I didn’t ask for why monsters are cool.  Like hunting down those exact monsters.  I’ve got Gremloblin stuff going on that I can’t just put on pause.  You sure you don’t want to come to that, by the way?”

“Come find a monster who will show me my worst fear?  Nah, I’m good, thanks.”

“Your loss,” Stan says, flopping back against the bed.  “Now honestly, I didn’t come here to talk about Stanford the whole time.  What’re you workin’ on?”

“Oh, it’s that grappling hook that should finally let us ride eye bats,” Fiddleford says brightly, holding it up for Stan to see.  “The problem we’ve had is that we’re too heavy and weigh them down, right?  This should let us both ride one on each side, rather than hanging off the same side and pull them back down to the ground.  See, this part attaches to one side of the wing, this one the other, and it clasps together in the middle.”

“Awesome,” Stan calls, leaning over and turning the clasp Fiddleford is working on back and forth.  “You want to go to the cliff tonight and try it out?”

“No, I very much want to test it safely on the ground first.”

“Booo!  You’re no fun!”

[bluesgrxce]

FNAF 1 Human AU

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This is an AU where instead of using animatronics, Fazbear's Entertainment uses human performers who take care of and amuse kids. Basically like a glorified and high maintenance babysitting job. So Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy are all adult humans just trying to work for a living.

They all have real names besides their stage names. Because like who names their kid Foxy??? But I don't know what I would name them and I'd feel,,,, Uncomfortable,,, If I named them after the canon missing kids. So I'll just use their stage names when referring to them. 

Canon lore is almost entirely ignored in this. There are no dead children and no edgy murderers... So far. Not at the moment. Supposedly. Moving on---

As an X Reader- Since everything I make is an X Reader at this point- (Y/N) AKA you are a daytime security guard. You're still watching stuff over on the cameras like in the first game, just at daytime now. And sometimes the performers get bored so they go back to the office to mess with their favorite guard 👀👀

It didn't take too long to get attached to your coworkers. They've got very colorful personalities and it's really fun getting to hang out with them. Eventually you all became this one big friend group that spends time together outside of work. It can get chaotic at times but it's always in good spirits. 

Freddy

In contrast to how overly-friendly and energetic he is while performing, Freddy is the chill one. He's very patient and it takes a lot to tick him off. He's smart and organized, always has a plan. That's what makes him such a good leader. When it gets chaotic, you can count on Freddy to work it all out. 

He is kinda lazy though. Bonnie and Chica will happily leap off stage and entertain kids at their seats, but he avoids moving around too much. He also prioritizes his personal space and tries to keep his distance from others.

Which is a... difficult thing to do when you're working with kids. But the last time a kid got up close, they slapped their greasy pizza hands on his face and left marks. And he's promised to never let that happen again.

Since he doesn't like to leave the stage, he rarely comes back to the office during daytime. (If he does it's because another kid put their greasy pizza hands on him and he needs an escape) But it's a different story at night. The restaurant gets dark before you're allowed to head home for the day, providing for the perfect chance to jumpscare you. He works with the others to find new ways to scare you. 

Outside of work, you'll either hang out with the group or you'll be relaxing at his place if it's one-on-one. He's an introvert so lots of social interaction kinda tires him out after a while. Especially since he's the star of the restaurant, he just wants to unwind after all that. 

Freddy doesn't show it much, but he cares about you a lot. He tries to consider what would be best for you when making plans, and he's always there to back you up when you need it. 

Bonnie

Bonnie acts all smooth and cool when you first meet him. He's good with people but he's a bit full of himself, though for good reason-- He's the talented one of the group. He's a fantastic actor and musician, making him the natural choice to hire at the restaurant. 

Except he isn't without his flaws, of course. He's a bit of a brat and can be pretty immature at times. (Chica calls him a diva and he takes that title with pride lmao) When he doesn't get what he wants, he gets more and more aggressive. You have to be careful with him on his bad days. 

This asshole is the one who bothers you the most. It's mostly because he likes your reactions, but also, it's an excuse to flirt with you. He'll take his guitar with him and play you a pretty love song or two. 

When he's not bothering you in the office, he'll be taking quick peeks at the camera every once in a while. He can tell when a camera is active and he loves the attention. He'll wink at the cameras sometimes and it always confuses the children. 

You know how some people have the most perfect music taste and it makes them super hot??? Bonnie is the definition of that. He lends you cassettes of his favorite songs (remember we're in the 80s) and that turns into a whole thing where you introduce each other to your favorite music artists. 

Oh, but don't tell him that anybody else is your favorite music artist. That'll make him jealous and he'll act like a diva again. It's actually because he's trying to make a career out of music and he has dreams of being a star one day. The others tease him since his "career launching pad" is a children's restaurant but he would absolutely fall in love if you supported him. He might start using you as his muse too 😳

Chica

A very cheerful and upbeat girl! Chica is the sunshine of the group, she's so cute and huggable that it's hard to hate her. Most gijinka art of Chica portrays her to be super short and I love that headcanon, so she's adorably tiny too. 

Don't mistake her as a kid, though. She's similar to Bonnie in the sense that you don't want to aggravate her. Mistaking her as a child will put her in this passive aggressive mood that's hard to break. She's incredibly stubborn and it's hard to please her when she's like this. Yeah, she gets this upset over petty stuff like being mistaken for a child.

To make matters worse, her emotions are contagious. If she's in a bad mood, everybody else is in one too and it'll stay that way for the rest of the evening. But she's happy more often than not! So don't worry about it too much. 

I have a feeling that even though she loves food, she's terrible at cooking. She can't make anything by herself without tearing the whole kitchen apart. But since she doubles as a waitress, it's insanely easy to just snatch food from the kitchen and take it home with her. That may or may not be the reason why the kitchen camera doesn't work.

So yeah, Chica's petty and has a bad habit of stealing food, but she's still really sweet! Especially towards you. She saves pizza slices and cupcakes for you to take home, and she's always the first person to greet you when you arrive in the morning. 

She's also the one who's likely to invite you to go places with her. She likes company, so it could something as formal as a nice restaurant (that doesn't have a demographic towards kids) to something as casual as a walk around town.  

Foxy

Foxy has two modes. Mode One- Hates everything, hates everybody, just wants to be left alone and be emo or whatever. Mode Two- The most passionate and chaotic man you'll ever meet. The change in personality is incredibly jarring when you first see it, but it's one of those things you get used to. 

It's only when he hasn't been working in a while that he's in Mode One. He's actually very passionate about this job and it's his biggest source of happiness. He loves getting to perform for kids and see them happy. 

The kids love him, too. You know it because you'll look at Pirate Cove's camera some days and see a bunch of toddlers dangling on his arms and climbing on his back 💀 It's not something to tease him about though. If he's the head captain, those kids are his crewmates. You don't want an army of toddlers chasing after you.

Yes, these kids seriously believe he's a pirate- Not like it's hard to deceive children (A certain peepaw can tell you that 😻) but Foxy puts a geniune amount of effort into the act. Hell, he puts so much effort into it that he speaks in the pirate accent outside of work. And he's so stubborn that he refuses to stop.

...Irritating stuff aside, assuming that he's not in Mode One, hanging out with him is pretty entertaining. He's very argumentative and opinionated so he always has something new to complain about. "And they wanted to fire me because FoXy'S hOoK sCaReS tHe cHiLdReN can you believe that shit?! He wouldn't be a real pirate without it!"

It's best to nod along and agree with him. This'll put you on his good side, meaning he won't be starting random arguments with you or trying to get you involved in his latest mischief... Unless you wanna be involved 👀👀

Random Fun Fact of the Day: Whenever I type "Freddy Fazbear" my phone always tries to autocorrect it to "Freddy Fazballs" and I can't get it to stop

[guplia]

Hello anon! First of all, thanks for the ask! (asks? idk I received three anon asks at almost the same time, it would be weird if they didn't all come from the same person lol)

fic recommendations? read mine /hj Sure! Just note that while I've enjoyed a lot of wips, I'm only gonna recommend completed fics rn.

Okay! Here's all I can remember rn:

"Clouds" by youngmoInactive (fanfiction.net):

Original summary:

"Even though he's a hero, he's still a human. CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATH. A nice look into Kai's perspective as he watches a close friend slowly lose a fight for his life."

Okay all I've gotta say on this one is that IT MADE ME CRY. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Obviously I can't speak for everyone who read this fic but I think this will hurt Lloyd lovers. I have re-read it so many times to the point where I have half the fic memorised word-by-word. This is a must-read.

(if you're on the phone it's better to add "m." To the start of the URL)

"a day in the life of a fatherless child" by holographicknife (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"lloyd has a panic attack *confetti* title suggested by my friend lol loosely based on a crack rp between friend and i   Warning for: mentions of suicidal thoughts and medication, explicit descriptions of a panic attack, including tight chest, difficulty breathing, nausea, and headaches. Proceed with caution."

This is a Kai And Lloyd fic, and I love Kai And Lloyd fics! Specifically ones where they address Lloyd's trauma from Morro and where Kai comforts him. So if anyone's into this sort of stuff I'd recommend it!

"A Courageous Escape" by Lilac_Lily234 (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"In the midst of possession Morro hatred flows freely as he seeks to make Lloyd suffer for taking what he believes as his rightful title, but his cruelty know no bounds; Lloyd however refuses to give up but knows that time is running out, and in his desperation will find either salvation, or death.  - I don't own Ninjago, this is an au"

Ahem... once again, Lloyd goes through pain. A season 5 canon-divergent AU, from which my favourite part was... you guessed it! Lloyd having a panic attack and being comforted! But it's still a cool story besides too, season 5 being one of the best seasons imo.

While this fic is finished, the AU is not but I think this one has a good ending on its own.

"Out for revenge" by lloyd_slander (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Harumi’s plan to resurrect Lord Garmadon failed, during her time in Kryptarium prison she heard about Morro, the master of wind, and guy who had managed to make Lloyd’s life a living hell. Wanting revenge, she doesn’t stop from anything, not even from getting Morro back from the dead. Or The duo we always wanted, but never got. Lloyd is in for a hard time. Head the tags, guys!"

Okay. This one is rated Mature for drug usage and blood (there was nothing sexual though)

So it's a Morro traumatising Lloyd fic again, but this time he's with Harumi! So it's double trouble for Lloyd! (things go VERY BAD for him >:3)

Honestly I can't say much except read the fic, the summary's right there lol.

"Revealed" by Nation_Ustria (Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Lloyd Garmadon is used to being hated. That's just how his life works—if someone knows that he's the son of the warlord who attacks Ninjago City on a weekly basis, they hate his guts. That's why he's made sure that his team—the only people he's ever been happy with—don't know who he is behind the mask, with the small price attached that he doesn't know their identities, either. It's not like they know each other's, anyways, so it's not a big deal. But then they find out. The fact that Lloyd's elemental power makes him an empath doesn't help, either. Basically the premise of the movie pre-reveal with show elements and personalities, and Lloyd's Green Power is him being able to sense and be influenced by the emotions of those around him."

Okay so here's a fic without Morro! (that's cause it's in the movie-verse) Another type of fanfic I like reading is where Lloyd in tlnm keeps his identity secret from the other ninja and it ends up getting revealed (like this one.).

I've seen this fic being recommended more than once and it's one of the fics with the most kudos in the entire fandom on AO3! So 2000 others agree with me on how awesome this fic is!!!

"What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger" by @crystaleclipse10 (CrystalEclipse on Archive of Our Own)

Original summary:

"Lloyd batted Red's hand away. “’m fine.” His head pounded, but at least it was quiet and dark. His hair tickled his nose. “What happened?” “We…didn’t get out in time,” Red whispered. “The missile exploded. We got everyone else out, though.” Lloyd relaxed and slumped forward as pure relief washed over him. They’d done it. They’d beaten Garmadon’s game. They’d freed the civilians and survived. Didn’t feel great, though. ~OR~ Lloyd and Kai get trapped under a building when it collapses, both injured. Angst and bonding ensue."

So it's another tlnm au fic! And this one has Kai And Lloyd bonding specific so I like it!!!

As I was reading this when it was still being updated I was very excited every time a new chapter would come out and my heart hurt for Lloyd each time! It IS worth the read! Just note that while tis fic is completed, the au is not.

"Officer Smith, Do You Copy?" by @hijabiwriter (same username on Archive of Our Own):

Original summary:

"Everyone has their reasons for becoming a police officer. Maybe they were forced. Maybe the profession stood out to them. Maybe they had some experience that prompted the idea of becoming a police officer. But that's only a few reasons. There are others, too. Like for instance, one of these officers is out for revenge."

This fic is entered around Nya, who's a police officer alongside Jay, Cole and Lloyd (for some reason Zane is not in this au/fic). Anyways her dark secrets are explored in every other chapter alongside the progressing story, and of course, an explanation is given to everything in the end.

On a personal note this is the fic where I left my first comment on my Ao3 account lol (the historic moment is on chapter 13!!!)

"Too Late to Say Goodbye" by @greenamethyst16 (same username on Archive of Our Own)

Original summary:

"Kai gets stabbed and Lloyd helps him... :D"

I think length-wise this is the shortest fic on the list but that doesn't make it bad!!! Basically Lloyd downplays his injuries and there are consequences... :D

"All the ways I say "I love you"" by @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off (Leonardo_Charles_BlueWood_21 on Archive of Our Own)

Original summary:

"Cole loves his team. They're his family and he does everything in his power to keep them safe and steady. He does his best to let them know he cares about them in every way but one.  Or  Seven times Cole couldn't quite say "I love you," and the one time he could."

Note: This story can only be read if you're logged in on AO3.

I like this fic because it encouraged me to remind my own irl friends how much they mean to me. In this story Cole believes that he's "the rock" of the team, and hence he doesn't show his emotions much. He's never told even one of them that he loves them and thinks that they deserve better than him. So stuff happens after that :D

Okay, I've read a lot more than this but this is all I'm gonna write about now cause I'm tired and I think this post has became too long. But if you wanna read more just check out the profiles of the writers! I haven't read everything myself but most of them have other good Ninjago fics to read!

If I've tagged you or mentioned your fic and you want it removed just let me know! I have no problem with removing it! :D

[jillsandwhichs]

Aeon - Oneshots/AU's Collection, Chapter 6, Cake

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy and Ada Wong

Summary: Leon bakes a cake and wraps gifts for Ada's Birthday

Status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

WC: 2.7k

Type: SFW

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Art Creds: Anabbaa_

Glancing over at the clock, Leon made a mental note of the time. It is currently 3:30 PM and Ada will be home around 4, stated by her through a text message.

"Dear, I'll be home soon. I'd say around 4, no later than 4:30."

"Okay Ada. See you soon, drive safe."

Were the exact messages.

Leon has had to act very oblivious as to what today is. He's been quiet about it just so he can surprise her. Today is Ada's birthday and Leon plans to do everything in his power to surprise her - so he's gone all out! He bought her gifts (3), got her the wine she loves most and best of all, is baking her a cake. It's currently in the oven and Leon is hoping and praying she'll like it or more-so that, he turns out nicely.

He's well aware he isn't a cook, let alone a baker. Leon rarely cooks, it's always takeout or meal preps. Baking has also never been a thing he's done. If he can recall, he's only ever made cookies and it was when he was a child so yeah, it's been so time.

The flavour of the cake he's baking is Lemon Meringue. Ada has mentioned once or twice before enjoying citrusy flavored foods so Leon figured it was perfect! Hopefully she likes it. It is nearing the time she'll be home and the cake is almost complete - Leon thinks this'll work out greatly in his favor. He still has to frost it and write text on it but that should be quick and easy. He has steady hands so he isn't too worried about that part of the baking process.

His eyes haven't left the oven once. He's waiting for that precious beep to occur. Once it does, he'll let the cake cool before doing much else. In that time, he'll wrap her final gift. He was able to wrap up the other two earlier in the morning. He got her three different gifts. He got her a necklace, a book and lastly, a new crimson red robe. All of this gifts have some sort of significance to her and Leon knows she'll like each and every one. He has to wrap up the robe still which should be easy enough considering it's still in the white box it came in.

Leon also already has the frostings out. He got a yellow and a white one—both are citrusy flavored. As for the text, he doesn't quite know what he'll write yet. He's thought about 'Happy Birthday, Ada.' but that seems too boring and cliche. He supposes he'll figure it out but he has to think fast - he doesn't have too much time left.

Eventually, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Leon heard the oven beep. Rushing over to it, he paused the timer and pulled the cake out. Immediately, the sweet lemon smell drifted into the air and set off an aroma of deliciousness. At least that tells him the cake turned out. Leon put on oven mitts before grabbed out the cake pan and very gently setting it down onto the marble top counter, where the heat emitting from the pan will not damage anything.

Now, he must let it cool. Looking at it, Leon smirks. He's proud of himself, admittedly. He hasn't baked in ages so being able to pull this off was rather impressive. He set the frostings and other gibbets near the cake, just so they are there for when he's ready. He glanced back at the island counter where Ada's wrapped gifts are at and that reminded him that he now has to wrap her robe, which is up in their bedroom.

"Gotta be quick." Leon whispered to himself before closing the oven and taking off the mitts, placing them down beside her gifts before ambling off to their bedroom.

Entering their room, he saw the wrapping paper, scissors and tape on the bed along with the box that is holding her robe. He hopes she likes to robe. The reason he got it is because about a month ago, Ada mentioned loving being warm after showers and how she used to have this beautiful, elegant black robe with fur that she adored until she ultimately lost it. Leon took a mental note that day to possibly buy her one for her birthday or Christmas and well, now is the time.

He sat down on the bed and flicked the side lamp on, needing that extra light. The box isn't huge, just medium sized so he doesn't need a ton of wrapping paper for this, luckily. Leon isn't the best wrapper but he's especially trying for this occasion. The only other time he has to do this is for Sherry; Every year he gets her little gifts for the holidays. For this upcoming Christmas, he's already ordered her a few things.

Leon got the correct amount of paper and set the box down on top of it before beginning to tape it to the gift. He did it as neatly as he could. The wrapping paper is cute too, it's sparkly and Leon assumed Ada would find that cute. There's very little things Ada finds cute but Leon knows she's quite the girly girl and may enjoy this.

Taping the final piece up, he sighed with relief. He's very glad he was able to get this all done with little to no time. He looked over at the digital clock on their dresser and caught the time. 3:45 PM. It's been fifteen minutes. She'll be home soon. Leon grabbed the present and closed the door behind him before jogging down the carpented stair case. He's already decided he'll keep her gifts up on the counter so she can open them the second she gets back home. It's perfect.

He arranged them nicely before looking back over to the cake. A slight amount of steam is still flowing from the cake but it's nothing major. He got out a large platter and set it down before extremely carefully removing the cake from it's pan and putting it onto it. Lovely. It looks good. Leon can't help but admire his work - he hopes the frosting he's about to drizzle onto it won't ruin how nice it looks already. It is slightly crumbly but that's it's only flaw and with the frosting, it'll stay together much easier.

This is how he'll decorate it: White frosting as the base with yellow frosting dots. It's basic, but quick and it'll ensure he doesn't mess up the cake. So, very carefully, Leon grabbed the tube of custard, white, thick frosting before lightly beginning to trace it all along the one layered cake. Leon originally intended to do a two layered cake but decided on one. After all, it's much more simpler and it's only going to be the two of them snacking on it. It'd go bad before they could even finish half of it.

The frosting was surprisingly coming out very smoothly and eventually, the entire cake was coated. Leon grabbed a spreader and very gently spread around the thick frosting. It smelt good. Leon can already tell Ada will enjoy it. She has a sweet tooth that Leon never expected her to even have, it was a surprise when he initially found out. He hopes his cake to her hits that sweet spot. The frosting spread out nicely with little to no creases or wrinkles. So far, he's pleased with himself.

There isn't a lot of yellow frosting so Leon must be frugal with the cute little dots he plans to add onto the cake. Now that it's all white and creamy, it's time to add them. He doesn't have too much time left and is in a bit of a rush. Who knows, there's a chance Ada could arrive even before 4:00!

Each dot was added onto the cake and with each one, Leon made sure to spread them out accordingly so they didn't seem too jumbled up. Leon is the furthest thing from a perfectionist but with this cake, he's going all out. The way each dot looked was magnificent - the frosting flailed out nicely! He even decided to add a few on top of the cake but no where near the center so that he is still able to write text on the top of it and he still hasn't quite decided what he'll exactly say.

Just a few more and voila, Leon finished decorating the cake. He looked over at the oven's clock and let out a sigh of relief. It's now 3:50, perfect timing. Leon has a feeling she'll arrive at any moment but if she doesn't, he has rushed around for nothing. Not that that's a problem though, Leon must be efficient in situations such as these. He turned around and grabbed the smaller bag of darker yellow frosting - this is what he'll use to write a sentence down.

Leon is still contemplating what to say. He has two ideas. 1. 'Happy Birthday, Ada.' and 'Happy Birthday, my love.' It's obvious which he should choose but he doesn't want to come off to strong. Despite them quite literally living together and seeing each other daily, they still lack in the affections department. Rarely does Leon gather the courage to call her Love or Dear, but he should. He should start. Now is better than never.

Using the frosting and keeping his hand as steady as possible, Leon began. H-A-P-P-Y came out neatly aside from the slight ridge on one of the P's though Ada won't mind. B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y came out the best, which was insanely relieving. The longest word turned out best, how convenient. ,-M-Y-L-O-V-E and finally, with that, he finished the most dreaded part of them all. He was worried, but not. It turned out not half bad. Of course the lettering isn't perfect and professional but it was done with pure love and Leon thinks that's all that matters.

With an even bigger sigh than before, he set the frosting down and cracked his back. "Finally." He murmured to himself. 3:53 and he's all set. Now, all Leon has to do is await Ada's arrival which will be at any second now.

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Click

Leon immediately looked over at the front door and smirked as Ada entered. She closed the door behind her and hung up her long, black coat. Leon stood up to greet her. "Hi." "Hi hun." Ada said with a soft voice before kissing his cheek. Leon was trying very hard to not immediately burst into a boggle of words, just wanting to tell her everything he did - he held it back. "I need you to close your eyes." "Close my eyes? Why?" "Do you trust me?" "I do." "Well then," Leon stood behind her and placed his hands over his eyes. "Just walk towards the kitchen.

Obliging, Ada giggled as they neared their large kitchen. "Leon, what's going on?" She questioned him but he was quick to shut her down. "Such an impatient girl. Just wait a second." Leon is sure she can smell the cake by now and possibly has figured out what's going on but if she even has, she's remained silent about having any guesses. "You're funny." Ada snorted and kept her arms at her sides.

Once they reached the kitchen, Leon kissed her lower neck before saying, "Open." When he then removed both of his hands. Ada opened her eyes and gazed at the view before her. A cake, three gifts and a clean kitchen. He didn't forget after all. How sweet. Ada attempted to hold back her smile but she couldn't. She smiled brightly and glanced at Leon. "What's all of this?" "Happy Birthday, Ada." He said softly before ambling over to her cake, "Come here."

Ada listened and walked over. She looked at the cake and it's writing. She isn't one to become flustered easily but seeing what Leon wrote, it just made her get all shy and flushed. She crossed her arms and looked at him. "You went all out then, hm?" She smirked and smelled the cake, instantly being hit with the scent of lemon. "Lemon meringue? I love cirtusy flavors." "I know dear. Want a slice?" "Sure, thank you. I deserve a sweet treat, it is my inevitable birthday after all."

"Well which would you prefer, cake or gifts first?" Leon asked her, peeping over at her three gifts. "We can do the presents first, then eat." "Great." Leon nodded and took her hand, leading her over to the table and sitting her down on a bar stool. "Open them, please." He said softly, watching her intently. Ada chuckled and nodded, grabbing the smallest one first. She does feel a tad bit awkward opening gifts anytime but she best get used to it with Leon.

Her hands teared open the wrapping paper gently until it revealed her first gift. It was a white box with a luxury jewelry brand on it. "You didn't." "I did." Leon snickered and smiled. "Tell me if you like it." Ada bit her lower lip and took the top off, analyzing the necklace before smiling. How beautiful. It's a necklace with a small diamond charm in the middle. All of Ada's jewelry has either been lost or destroyed so this truly means so much. She gawked at it before gawking over at Leon. "It's gorgeous, really. Thank you, Leon." "You're very welcome - here." He then handed her the medium sized gift.

Gently, she set down the necklace and began to open up her next gift. With quick eyes and reflexes, she realized what it was and went 'Ooo' as it was a book Ada has been talking about for quite some time. "I am excited to read this. You have a good memory. Thank you." Ada flipped through the pages with a monotone face, despite her internal feeling of gratefulness. She set the book down with a smile. "You're welcome but here, this one I believe you'll love the most."

So far, Ada's reactions to her gifts are top tier. Leon is glad she seems to like them. He did try hard and went out of his way to get each and every one, not caring in the slightest what the price was. Anything for her. Anything for Ada.

Once Ada got to the white box, she removed the flimsy top and her eyes widened at the sight. "Wow Leon, you out-did yourself." She removed the elegant robe from the box and ran her fingers along the plush, felt softness. Leon slightly heated up from her comment but calmed down quickly. "You think so? I figured you'd like it." "I do, I love it. It's beautiful and will be used indefinitely." Ada nodded and folded it back up carefully before setting it back into the box.

"Baby," Ada stood up and took Leon's hands in hers - she's much more straight forward than he is. "Thank you." "You're welcome baby." He then leaned in and kissed her passionately. His lips were soft against hers and vice versa. Ada set her hands on his shoulders, then around his neck as he stood up and placed his hands on her lower waist. He is much taller than her, being almost 5'11 whereas she's 5'5 - decent height difference between the two of them.

"Thank you Leon." Ada rubbed his arms before kissing him once more. "Anything for you." He nodded and cupped her cheek, caressing it lovingly.

After a bit of very much needed affection, Leon began to cut both he and Ada a slice of cake. "Why don't you wait on the couch and I'll bring us out a slice and some wine?" "Okay. If you need me, just call for me." "Alright." Ada then convoyed out to their living room. She even found something for them to watch whilst they eat.

Leon smirked to himself. Mission: success. Ada is happy and that's all that matters to him.

Happy Birthday, Ada.

[evesetchings]

So! A few years ago, I found this piece of very cool fanart by the amazingly talented @mysterykidsmisadventures and at the time, as a huge enjoyer of both mystery kids (I was mainly there for coraline and gravity falls, as I had yet to see paranorman and lacked the ability to play Psychonauts) and the monster falls au, (probably my favorite of the gravity falls aus) it was probably my favorite piece of art for a good long while, and I really wanted to make something for it. However, I didn’t think I had the artistic ability to make something of suitable caliber whether it be in art or writing. So I just sort of didn’t.

THAT IS, until last October, when I had just finished my first watch of ParaNorman, and decided to finally just grab a pencil and paper to make something for this awesome art. I wanted to get this out around Halloween of that same year, but a combination of real world stuff and general anxiety stopped me, BUT NOT ANYMORE! Finally I have decided to post these drawings. They were super fun to do and I really hope you enjoy them. Just remember to check out the original artist as well!

Art under the cut!

Here we have the classics! Cervitaur Dipper and mermaid Mabel! I tried to put in some of the classic Gravity Falls artstyle, and I think they turned out great!

Although the lower halves did give me a bit of trouble. Dipper isn't feeling too good about...any of this, especially considering he now has an extra pair of legs to worry about, but Mabel seems to be adjusting fine, maybe things won't be too bad.

Mabel on the other hand is living. Sure it was a bit tough to begin with, but being swim and move like this feels amazing. Plus, she's been able to see and do so much new cool stuff like this! She knows that it can't last forever, but she's gonna enjoy it while it's here!

And these are reaper Norman and... winged dog? Neil. These ones turned out pretty nice too, I especially like Norman's expression.

Norman's feeling pretty worried about this, but it's not like this is totally new to him. He's always been disconnected from the living due to his gift, and this isn't too different from that. Besides, he's gotten through something like this before, how hard can it be a second time?

Neil is honestly doing just as well as Mabel, if not better. He’s pretty quickly realized how great having wings is and enjoys swooping around and seeing things from the skies. It also helps that being a dog himself makes him feel closer to his dead dog Bub, and who should have said how great it is to be a dog!

We got wood-owl griffin Raz and dryad Lili, which I’m mostly happy with, although Raz’s design was a pain in the ass. Both of them are really freaked out at first, they’re used to dealing with the inner workings of the mind, not weird transformations!

Raz is especially not used to being a quadruped, but once he gets used to it, it’s actually really cool. Having this kind of flexibility is super useful for all kinds of stuff, like getting to new places and trying out interesting new tricks! So it’s not all bad, especially with psychic powers in the mix.

Lili is also pretty alarmed, but she’s also a bit irritated by it too, cause even if she likes plants, she never asked to BE one. She does eventually feel better about it after a while, and it does help that she feels even closer to them, even if she needs to be a bit more careful with her pyrokinesis now.

And finally there are kelpie-taur Coraline and salamander Wybie. These were that last ones I made, and I had a lot of fun drawing them, even if it was a little frustrating at times.

Coraline, like mostly everyone here, is pretty freaked out at first, and learning about what kelpies usually do certainly doesn't help with that. Thankfully, she doesn't have the urge to drag anyone down to the bottom of the lake, but she does realize that she's starting to feel more comfortable near bodies of water, and that moving though water is easier now, and it's actually kinda...fun. She is still looking for a way to change back now, what on earth would she tell her parents if they saw her like this.

Wybie is equally alarmed about being a metallic, fire-manipulating creature that is not an amphibian despite the name, especially because he has no idea what his grandma will think once she arrives. As soon as he starts experimenting around a little, and that doesn’t take long, he starts discovers some interesting things about his new body, like that he can stick to walls, (just like an ordinary salamander!), and that he’s fireproof. (which certainly helps with his tinkering habits) So while he still wants to change back at some point, he’s gonna work with this while he can.

Thanks for stopping by and taking a look. This project certainly took some time, and I’m glad I finally get to share it. I hope you enjoyed the product of me discovering old art and my insane mental mutterings, and also don’t forget to check out the original art as well!

[thatfreshi]

"It's Vile" (Uni AU P. 9)

You guys can clearly tell I'm feeling better bc holy shit, I've been writing like a machine.

tw - abuse, sexual trauma, blackmail

You tell Astarion which diner you're at, and quickly tell your friends that you have to handle something. You almost feel bad leaving Gale with the handsy lovers, but you know it must be important if he called. You don't really know why though, considering you barely know him at this point. It feels like hours, waiting outside the diner while the sun starts to go down, until eventually his dinged-up white car pulls into the parking lot. You walk over, full of uncertainty, and sit in the passenger's seat.

"Hey, you alright?"

He unbuckles the seat belt, curling up and leaning against the driver's seat to look at you.

"What do you want from me?"

"What?"

"Everyone wants something from me, so what do you want? I can't stop thinking about it, ever since you came over this morning. You're too nice, you have plenty of reasons to hate me, and yet you keep being kind. So what do you want from me?"

You're dumbfounded.

"Because we already had sex, and I know you're upset about it. Which, I'm sorry. I don't even know why I did it, and you're right, it was wrong of me to pretend like it was nothing. I'm just so used to it all meaning nothing. Everything in my life means nothing and you want to know stupid shit like what my favorite color is."

He wipes at his eyes, regretting it soon after, feeling the fabric of his sweater rub against that cut-up forearm again.

"I don't... I don't want anything from you. I just think you seem nice."

"I, seem nice? You're a bad liar."

"No, I'm serious. I know we got off to a weird start, but you seem cool. Maybe I'm weird, I don't know, but I don't really care what other people think. Besides, it's not fair to judge without knowing the whole story."

"You don't want the whole story."

"Not if you don't want to tell me, but I'd gladly listen."

"No, you wouldn't. It's all just words Tav, you don't mean that. No one ever means it. They say it to get into some fancy event or so I can get them a free drink or so they can make out with me in some dark corner of a party. No one ever means it."

"You don't have to believe me, but I mean it."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Because if I were as stressed as you, I'd want someone to listen. And I imagine it's hard not being able to say all the things you want or do all the things you want."

"Even if I told you, you'd leave. Pretend we didn't have this conversation, or maybe sell the story to some magazine. Why do you think I don't talk to people? Why I think it's easier to just let people hate me? Like Gale and Shadowheart? I'd rather them just blindly loathe my existence than know the truth."

He's shaking, truly and deeply bothered by your innocent desire to befriend him.

"Just tell me what you want from me so I can get it over with. Please."

The spectacle in front of you isn't lost on you. When he called you upset, you hadn't expected this, any of it.

"I just want you to have someone in your corner. That's all. I just want to be nice, I don't know."

"People don't want to be nice, they want power."

You shrug, trying not to cry.

"Power's never really been my thing. Is it so hard to believe I just want a friend?"

He chokes out a laugh.

"You have no idea."

Astarion relaxes a little now, putting his feet up on the dash.

"Something must be so incredibly wrong with you."

"Maybe so. Oh well."

"You said you want to hear all the scary stuff I have to tell you right? That you'd listen to all that?"

"Like I said, only if you want to share."

"Alright then. I got kicked out at sixteen, lived in this damn car for two years, started modeling because I've always been told I was 'gonna be a heartbreaker.' I've thrown my body at people to get jobs, stolen countless designer pieces that nobody would miss. And then Szarr contacted me at 18, told me he'd blacklist me from the industry if I didn't work for him."

He goes back to the sorrow of those younger years for a moment, you can see it shift in his expression.

"I was the first you know. You think my arm is bad? You have no idea. But I'm stuck in this contract with him, and I need the money to pay for school, but he takes ninety percent anyways. So I've continued to steal, anything from half-used makeup to hair products. Turns out it's really easy to get people to shut up about seeing you take something that isn't yours if you're hot... and I probably broke at least seven NDAs by telling you all of that. So, is that what you wanted? I can see the headline now, you'd make thousands."

Astarion's words drip in spite, trying anything to get you to admit you're using him.

"I'm sorry, that you've had to go through any of that. Truly, that sounds horrible."

He leans back staring at the ceiling of the old car, and starts to laugh.

"God, who are you? I did all of that to myself. I'm the one who used sex to get things I wanted. I'm the one that asked for this."

"Sounds to me like you just wanted to survive."

He chuckles, and rolls his head to meet your eyes.

"I guess I did, huh? It's barely been working."

You both sit in silence for a bit, listening to the idle engine, and you wonder what you can even say. He's right, there's pretty much no way out. What an evil thing, to take advantage of some kid who just wanted to go to college, and loop him into some horrible contract? No wonder he doesn't trust anyone, he's been taught that way, that helping hands only hold knives, that promises don't hold. It's vile.

"So, this is the part where you sleep with me, so you don't tell anyone anything I just told you, right?"

You go to laugh, and then realize he's serious.

"No... no not at all. I'm just here to be a friend, if that's what you want. Only if that's what you want."

"Damn you. You just... you keep making me want to trust you, and that's- it's terrifying. But I wouldn't mind, having a friend. Maybe it would even be nice."

You hold out a hand.

"Here's to being friends then."

Astarion doesn't extend his at first, thinking on it, and then slowly shakes hands with you.

"Sure. To being friends."

A smile spreads across your face, and he reciprocates, if only slightly.

"I uhm, when I saw Szarr today, he said that the seven of us have to go on a trip with him for a week, some important stuff across the country I guess. So, I'll be gone tomorrow morning, but maybe we can text?"

"Of course, I'd love that."

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Hello, I would like to tell you a little story called "how I failed to listen to malevolent." I hope you enjoy.

I am pretty sure I came across your monster Magnus series when it was still being frequently updated. It was fantastic, lots of fun God!Jon vibes and much other besides. Of course, I had to see what you wrote other than that. And you had two other big Magnus fics, "I prefer my heart..." and "and eat it, too." So I read "and eat it, too" and I liked that one even more. But big problem. Crossover.

Well, I liked your fic. More than anything else, I loved how you wrote the characters. Good characterization is worth its weight in gold, and I wasn't going to let a little thing like a new fandom keep me gated from so much high quality fic—because it seemed you had written a ton of stuff for the fandom. This one massive 750k series about Hastur and whatever? I could do the prereqs. Easy. Only had to finish up to 29 for this fic.

Here's the kicker. I tried. But man, the density of it, the interplay, the detective work, it just didn't work for me over an audio medium. I got up to 10 and then just let myself read the prologue chapters featuring the main characters as a treat.

So um, that didn't work. Whoops. I sort of bulldozed through the entire fic in one day, just like I had "and eat it."

...I may have reread "I prefer" a couple of times since. It's just such good Jon/Martin past canon content. Even if I did learn that John was the King. Whoops.

And I mean, I'd already been spoiled. So I might as well read corrupted, when it came out. I didn't exactly intend to, but I HAD to read that little side story you did in the dark world. And sure, that's where I finally stopped purposefully skimming a few parts and learned that Faroe had drowned, but it was worth it!

Then I read "yellow city." I mean, it was a complete canon au! It probably couldn't tell me anything I didn't already know! And cloud city. But it was such a cool follow up to such a wild cliffhanger! Arthur in the city of a mad god? Come on, what a dynamic!

So I mean, it only made sense to read corrupted. It probably wouldn't tell me anything I didn't already know! And sure, Tim wasn't my favorite character, but I liked TMA and SHIT THIS WAS REALLY GOOD AND WHY AM I SHIPPING THIS—

....I should really just listen to malevolent so I can read surrogate, right? That's the prize. 750k of a cool ass au you and your cowriters had been churning out. Frequent updates. I mean, as much as I'd spoiled myself, I still had huge gaps other than what happened around certain points. I didn't know most of what happened to Arthur, other than a few key points. I didn't really get Kayne's place in canon. I knew almost nothing about Faroe. Didn't know what actually went down with Parker in canon, all of this stuff.

I made it two episodes in before I lost my airpods and started procrastinating listening.

...surely. surely. I could just check out the first few fics in the series and see if I could grasp it.

Can you tell where this is going.

So, i finished surrogate. Kind of. I ended up skipping around a bit the last 50 fics or so because I got so entranced with Arthur and John's relationship and kinda couldn't commit to going to bed without seeing where it was going. But um. Wow. That is a hell of a fic.

And also oops I got spoiled on cannibalism, yellow, how parker died and who he is, Kayne, and like...so many things. So many things. Whoops.

I think you (and your coauthors, but really this process started probably back around "I prefer") might have ruined me for power dynamics. I am not sure how i will ever find a relationship more exciting and delightful and sexy than one is a god, one is a human, both are people, both really want this to work, but you know, things are getting in the way. Like tentacles. And the inability to touch their loved one without exploding them. And years of failed communication.

Holy shit, Arthur is a true paragon of self loathing. I can't even. How many years of this slow burn?!!!? A decade!???!! Literally can't believe I'm saying this, but poor Hastur. Poor everyone around them.

Like, I myself am ace. I don't really care about sex in relationships I'm reading, and I honestly don't even care if characters are together or not as long as they're interacting in fun ways and not pining across the room. I really can't overstate that. But even I was screaming, by like 140 fics into this series, "JUST FUCK ALREADY!!!"

okay but seriously what's going on in surrogate right now is having all of my wildest wish fulfillment for fiction written and displayed before me. I have already reread the relevant fics in the series. John and Arthur having their like fifth divorce, this time because congrats, it's a god (that doesn't share a head with his favorite person anymore), is such good fucking food.

I must ask, I have noticed you bring up a malevolent server at some point in your chapter notes. Is this an open server? Despite me, still, STILL, having failed to listen to malevolent, I would love to have people to scream with. Though of course if it's not open, totally understand.

Apologies (for the deception) for not leaving comments on any of your fics. I have a bit of a problem with commenting, it's sort of a procrastination, ADHD thing. I hope to leave them one day. But in the meantime I would like you to know that I have read SO MANY of your fics, and enjoy them on a range from "this is great" to "I would not be upset if someone ripped out my soul and replaced it with these words." Love your stuff. Thank you for returning to the chaos that is fanfiction, cause finding fic like yours is the reason I am still here!

Okay I took a while to answer this because every time I read it I would end up squealing and sort of dancing around the room, neither of which are conducive to replies. XD

Thank you so so SO MUCH for this note! I don't think I can fully explain how incredibly much it meant to me. This note is legitimately going in the little collection of "read this when you think you suck" things to help keep me going. You're amazing. THANK YOU.

And honestly, the spoiling with Malevolent is fine! I find it's fun on relisten when I don't have to worry about what's going on lol.

Though TMA does, and possibly always will, hold my heart.

ALSO! Those fics are all going to be finished!! We've just been busy moving and dealing with family drama and job stuff and just... life, but none of them will be abandoned. <3 <3 Corrupted and Just Another Side Quest are both on track to be finished early 2025!

Surrogate will take a while longer. We have three solid seasons planned out, plus a bunch of side fics which will go into the "Surrogate Sides" series. We're insane.

From one ace to another (high five). I completely understand re: the slow burn, and that means (IMHO) we did it right. 🤣

(I mean... that's where Yellow City came from. Do I "get" smut? Not really... but emotional transformative mind bending stuff? Yeaaaah. Yep. Totally.)

Thank you again for this FREAKING INCREDIBLE NOTE. I really, seriously can't say it enough. <3

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

Playboyy anniversery prompt week 9 Cross-over/AU

Plaboyy characters form a rugby team:

these are my thoughts on if the characters were all on a team together where they would play and if they would be good at it. this started cause ive been curious what position captain plays and would try to imagine his place and then that became all of the characters places. (if anyone has differeing opinions/thoughts please share them!!!)

Number 2 Hooker

Prom. A role that uses a lot of decision making, accuracy, and leadership, as well as physical strength and heartiness. (I think Prom is a great choice for this, bro is always two steps ahead, looks fairly solid, etc.)

Numbers 1 and 3 Loosehead and Tighthead Prop

Jump and Teena. The position requires a lot of strength and heartiness and body to body contact, not only do they fit this description they fit it better than anyone else (they have the thigh muscles to trust most out of everyone also if anyone working on season 2 is reading this can we get jump playing rugby. Pls for me) i cant imagine trying to put any other character here, just fits them best (jump in my heart is pick and go king, teena isnt afraid of a tackle etc)

Numbers 4 and 5 Locks/ Second Row

From my understanding this position requires strength and athleticism, also typically height. I think Puen is an obvious choice (actually qualified for the rugby team/ sports scholarship, hes probably the most qualified besides keen for any position. But hes also long and strong), less obvious is Nuth (he fits best here but i dont think hed be good at it, hes just too long hed hurt his back from all the bending down but would be good for lineouts ig. I dont see him being good at rugby in general tbh. I think he winces any time he has to tackle someone i also think he is most liable to penalties cause he has to get real low to not hit above the neck)

Numbers 6 and 7 Flanker 

HEAR ME OUT Aob and Nont, these players are always on it right? And its still a very physical position. i think Nont would be great at it (has a lot of pent up aggression, he would love running around tackling ppl while screaming etc. but not sure hed be good at passing the ball to his teammates or communicating in the moment tho, hes not giving team player sjfajkdls) but i think aob would fit well here too (hes strong hes focused hes got this. But i also think hed be done after like 20 minutes. Not even physically, hes just over it emotionally. Hes got first and porsche behind him yelling, jump is bleeding on one of his fingers but is trying to hide it, nuth got yellow carded again, captain is dirty talking badly, zouey is faking an injury, soong tripped and fell after finally getting the ball he was calling for, etc. he just would rather go home)

Number 8

Now this is my first real controversial pick, from my understanding a really versatile position, like will pick up responsibilities from other positions as well as their own, also carries an extra bit of weight and the scrum and stuff, Keen is the captain/coach, hes got the most knowledge and hes the most reliable, i think he could play any other position but fits this one best out of the cast (i also think he doesnt love his team but hes doing his best, hes got porsche behind him in absolute gremlin mode about to fight nont for not passing the ball when he needs to, but hes keeping his cool.)

Number 9 Scrum-Half

I know ive said captain before but this to me is porsche and i think hed be good at it. (I know hes tiny, but this position is often held by smaller players right? But theres a lot of control involved and porsche would love that. I also think he has the necessary quick reaction time given how he dropped jasons goon like that. To me hes one of those players who wages psychological warfare and does shit like pants the other player rather than tackle, take as much time possible digging the ball out of a ruck, scratch players/ pull hair/ etc. very effective.) (i also think hes one of those scrum-halfs that bitch the entire time the scrum is setting up and then is unpredictably fast at feeding the ball in if he cant get the ref to give a penalty to the other side)

Number 10 Fly-Half

First. Again, I know hes small but HEAR ME OUT i think hed be dangerous as hell once he locked in… like this is also a big thinking role and also organizing defense and i think hed love defending (hes in med school with like 4.0 average hed probably be an ok strategist and idk what kind of doctor hes trying to be but like medical procedures require you to practice calm and quick on the fly decision making. Boom hed be great. and hes short enough it would be easy for him to get away with reckless tackles cause of the lack of head contact probability. Also, yes he gets flattened really often but hed love hitting everyone else back)

Numbers 12 and 13 Centre

This is Captain and Zouey. I know i clown captain for being more suited to referee (which he is. Tell me he wouldnt be happier getting to boss all the sweaty guys around instead of taking hits himself) but hes probably fairly athletic and like porsche will definitely play dirty (he gives player who gets yellow carded 3 minutes in for like hair pulling of someone who doesnt even have possession) so i put him in inner centre, hes probably got speed compared to the other players, hes hungry for scoring, and he also seems like someone whod enjoy tackling. Ive also put zouey here because he has to go somewhere, but lowkey i think hes the worst at rugby (not interested at all. doesnt want to be tackled, doesnt want to do tackling, doesnt want to catch and throw the ball, doesnt wanna run back and forth, etc. maybe would be better suited to water boy, not even announcer cause he dgaf about whats happening) like i dont think it holds appeal to him at all. Maybe hell do portraits of everyone after but other than that, hes just trying his best to stay out of the way.

Numbers 11 and 14 Wing

This is a like persistent type position, and requires speed. Im putting Soong here. Soong to me is someone who thinks hed be good at rugby and fucking isnt but i think running around is the safest place to put him cause he hesitates when it comes to tackling (he wants to be hooker but keen refuses to put him on the front line cause he tried in practice and flopped sjflksjd but ill give him this, he may look cringe as hell but he puts his all into footwork and side stepping and it does pay off on occasion). Im also putting Playboyy Employee who was scared of the baddie bunch here cause we at least see he can run and im running out of characters….

Number 15 Full-back

Phop. its giving the other team broke thru the wingers and hes like ‘fine guess its up to me… again’. (Hes steady hes reliable hell do what needs to be done but hes not a flashy player.)

Announcer

Tutor, what can i say the people yearn for his coverage, he kinda gives announcer that during time off starts divulging real personal stories of the players that he refuses to explain how he got the info for

Lead medical

Firsts dad. We have a doctor in the cast yeah im gonna include him. Hes always criticizing soong and captain when he patches them up.

Team sponsor

Jason. Im sure i dont have to explain this one.

Anyway those are my thoughts.

[camilaxmartin]

gonna put them emoji’s again💀😭 so it would be: 🥑🍬🌸🐝🎨🍄

I love using these TOTALLY USEFUL emoji’s so I picked em🥰

you don’t use avocado/bee/mushroom everyday? what are you even doing?🙄

BUT ANYWAY

🥑: you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

probably @bunnylove1 and @blookyag, idk why tho honestly, just getting the vibes they’d help somebody out with hiding the body💀 (it’s a compliment, i swear-)

🍬: post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character:

okay uhh- (don’t cancel me plz) i respect with my whole heart that alastor is asexual and (?) aromantic but i don’t get the hate people receive when shipping him with someone? as far as i know being on the spectrum means he can still date? like i know, he doesn’t show any interest in that but if its just for a silly au or for a cool drawing then what’s the fuss about? i’m not talking like about erasing that part of him because that’s a big no no for me, but like…? respecting it but still having fun with his character? i saw a great tiktok explaining my thoughts exactly so maybe i’ll link it here if i can find it (add the link here later camila:) (besides all that i project a lot of myself onto alastor (still debating if im aromantic or not) and i want to explore myself with his character (if i can even phrase it that way) so all the hate and shit really bother me, you know?)

(another thing more about whole thing not a character is that “whatever it takes” is in my top 4 songs and i don’t get the hate it gets?? i love this song?? it’s so great?? two latina (?) girls singing together?? cmon??)

🌸: do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them:

i do actually! i have a dog and three rats:) (also had a rabbit but he died not so long ago and he was like my whole world so i got a tattoo to remember him, i’ll add it as well just because i can)

🐝: tag your biggest supporters and say one nice thing about them:

@kimmyisachiisaiakuma - ugh of course?? like in my head we are already besties fr fr, what can i saaaay😭 idk i love you and how supportive and just friendly you are!!:) and god of course, i love your art?? but i’ve already said it a thousand times??? so here’s one thousand first??

@bunnylove1 - just how supportive you are towards my stuff and how with exactly one request i felt like we also became besties? maybe it’s just me but yeah😭

@blookyag - liking my every post and responding to every single one of them!!! she’s a treasure, really. i’m surprised someone cares about my rambling this much💀

@informist - i’ve noticed that she’s also reacting to a lot of my stuff and she’s so quick with it like?? idk it makes my heart jump okay? i love attention from people even when it’s just my stupid rambling😭 (#iamanattentionwhore 😗😗)

@rougecreator1 - liked a lot of my posts as well, and somehow i feel like they enjoy my stuff? idk tho?😭😭 yeah just noticed interactions in my activities:)

@riveramorylunar - i feel like we were more active on each other’s accounts when i was still in my lady lesso era, but idk i really liked you then and i still love seeing your stuff pop up on my main page:)

and of course, all of my lovely anons who send me their ideas that i can’t wait to write!!:)

🎨: link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it:

okay so like it changes every day?? but for now i must say this one:

click!

why? simple. a. brokerdoll b. the marvellous style? c. i want to draw like that d. just… just look at it okay? e. lesbians.

(and a special mention for THIS as well, as it’s the first time someone ever drawn my oc and besides the fact that she looks so pretty here it’s just… idk i just love it okay, she stole my heart)

🍄: share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships or pairings:

let’s start with the fact that i even have a favourite account for all the headcanons about brokerdoll which is @vypridae (adore all the hcs, really)

buut! my personal headcanon is:

• carmilla didn’t really expect to fall for velvette, i mean in my head she just saw her as so… respectless and dumb and stupid and careless and carefree and wild and free and pretty- wait

yeah, so in my head velvette was the first to initiate anything and at first carmilla was like “ha! no way, you stupid girl” but then she started to think more and more about velvette as the time went on and one day she just got along the fact that she might be attracted to the young overlord and somehow… went with it? like she didn’t make a big deal out of it… but velvette definitely did, despite the fact she was actually the first one to say or act on her attraction in any way.

(i need to write more headcanons for them, they’re literally eating up my brain)