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[elizabeth-mitchells]

another one:

f/m/k: Juliet (Lost), Linda (Gia), Adult Laura Lee As Portrayed Of Course By Elizabeth Mitchell

HEY!

now that's just mean! why would you do this to me 🥺

sgdjfkgkshdhjf this is making me spiral. fully losing my mind. breaking down. going on a deep existential crisis

can't i just marry all of them, fuck off and kill myself? hdjglgjshshfkgl

listen this is a very complex question. there's a lot to consider. Juliet and Laura Lee are dead in canon so, would it be okay to kill them then? Or is it more fair to kill Linda who's the only one who doesn't die in canon? Now, Linda is lovely, and the religious and wilderness trauma might make Laura Lee at least interesting at sex, but i think Juliet is undoubtedly the hottest of the 3 of them. And all 3 of them would be beyond perfect for marrying... Okay okay here's my answer, I'll hate myself for it <3

Fuck Juliet for being the hottest of them. Marry Linda for being the loveliest and only canon lesbian of the three. Kill Adult Laura Lee because unfortunately she's not canonically real? :(

[vivwritescrappythings]

king of the joust

knight!könig x plussize!fem!reader

part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

you go to a tourney, a knight you’ve never seen before wants your favor

an: this could become a series—not sure, just wanted to write this. inspired by a drawing of könig by @whocaresabouttactical that i just could not get out of my head (your work is amazing btw).

tw: fem reader, plus size reader

word count: 1.8k

masterlist

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Tourney days were the worst of all.

It always devolved into madness–your mother devoted to getting your sister prepared enough to catch a knight’s eye. You primped and pinched and cinched all morning, stuffing her into a dress she could hardly breathe in and pulling the corset strings tight.

You were dressed similarly, your gown far less expensive and hair left loose around your face rather than the intricate braided style she wore. It was not worth it to spend the time on your attire. Your sister was older by a year and the prettier of the two of you, securing a marriage swiftly was becoming one of the most important things in her life.

You were welcomed with the other noble families beneath the tented area of the stands, your parents headed toward the back to greet your brothers and their wives as you milled near the front railing with your sister. She was staring dreamily at the arena.

The knights were already out, walking with their horses and talking with their squires.

“Do any catch your eye?” you asked, watching your sister’s gaze flicker over the armored men below. Some had their helmets off, casting charming smiles into the stands of onlookers. You could hear young ladies giggling around you.

“Maybe Ser Garrick,” she said after a few moments of contemplation. You followed her stare, seeing him speaking to another knight with his helm still on, the face of it shaped like a skull.

He was handsome, you couldn’t deny that. If anything, you were surprised he was a knight. He looked as though he had never seen a day of battle, his skin smooth and clear, no lines of worry etched into his face to match those of his companions.

You hummed, nodding. “He certainly is pretty,” you murmured with a giggle. Your sister rolled her eyes, embarrassed as she shyly agreed.

You could see it, the two of them married with an estate and children of their own. Rumors of Ser Garrick promised that he was kind, if not a bit vain. But your sister was vain, too—it would be perfect.

You both had favors: your sister kept running her fingers over the crimson scarf she’d brought with her while you twisted your woven laurel of leaves and flowers and ribbon over your wrist. You knew someone would ask for your sister’s favor—she was so beautiful that men would pine for her even if she were common born.

It would not be a stretch to assume that you would be bringing your favor home with you. You were of marrying age, but destined to be a spinster. It was your nature to let your sister shine, often lingering along the edges of the room or in her shadow.

The horns signaling the tourney was about to start pulled you from your reverie as your sister yanked you into the seat next to hers. Right in the front.

While you hated tourney days, jousting sent a thrill through you like no other—you often were halfway out of your seat, peering over the railing as you watched the knights. The horses were huge and sleek, their muscles rippling beneath their coats as they charged. The splitting sound of lances on shields echoes through the arena filled you with adrenaline as though you competed amongst them.

The knights trotted just below the stands, calling up to girls between bouts and earning favors. Your sister practically fainted when Ser Garrick shouted up to her, his lance resting on the railing in front of you. You had to shove her forward.

“My sister was telling me that you look rather gallant this morning, Ser Garrick,” you said, smiling sweetly at her as you nudged her with your elbow. The mortification was clear in her expression before she tweaked it into a smile as she nodded primly.

Ser Garrick laughed, the sound clear and deep. “Well, I would be pleased to have your sister’s favor if she is offering it,” he said, gaze focused on her.

You bumped her again, finally snapping her out of her shock. She smiled demurely, producing the scarf she had tied into a circle. The fabric was wispy and light, the baby pink contrasting with his black and red lance as she looped it over the end and let it slide down to the pommel. “I wish you luck,” she said, batting her eyelashes prettily at the knight.

“I thank you, my lady,” he called back up to both of you, smiling at your sister and nodding to you before bringing the visor of his helmet down and going to take his place.

You fell back to your seat with your sister, her hand wrapped around your arm as she squealed. Her excitement was plain to read, the grin on her face and the sparkle in her gaze said more than enough as she pitched into you. Her laugh was absorbed in your shoulder as you chuckled.

You never doubted that he would gaze at her.

Ser Garrick jousted admirably, defeating his opponent in just a few bouts. You could not be bothered to know who it was, only that his armor was dented as he was cleared away with his horse in tow.

The rest of the morning blended into listening to your sister blather on about Ser Garrick and the crack of lances on shields and breastplates. It was easy to stop listening, making soft sounds of agreement and occasional nods of understanding as you twisted your favor around in your grip. You knew if you listened you would only feel jealous.

Your thoughts wandered, pondering the way the bodice of your dress cinched in your soft stomach, the sleeves of your gown loose until they gathered at your wrists to cover the gentle slope of your shoulders and the extra flesh on your upper arms. You rested your chin on your hand, trying to subtly pull back the softness of your jaw. There was no hiding that you did not look like your waif of an older sister.

You knew that. The difference between you two was easy to feel, to understand. The way eyes glazed and shifted over you as though you were not there, as though you did not deserve to be there. The whispers of your parents discussing arranging a marriage with one of your father’s friends haunted you. But lords and knights and even common boys looked right past you regardless of your noble blood.

“Sister.” The sharpness of her tone brought you out of your spiral of self-pity. She was staring at you, eyes wide.

“Yes?” you asked, blinking a few times as you sat up in your seat.

There was a lance resting on the railing.

“I think he means to get your attention.”

Your brow furrowed, the words took a few moments to make sense before you stood. You placed your hands on the polished wood, carefully peering over.

The knight below was one you had never seen before. He was huge, limbs thick with muscle beneath his dark armor. The warhorse beneath him was large to accommodate him, dwarfing the other horses and squires. He wore no helm, holding it on his thigh as his other hand steadied the lance. But you still did not see his face, a black cloth with two circles cut for the eyes covering his head.

Like an executioner.

“You wished to see me, Ser…” you trailed off, waiting for an introduction.

His blue eyes simply crinkled at the corners like he was smiling beneath the shroud, he nodded. Then his hand left his helm carefully balanced on his leg, retrieving something from near his stirrup.

In a flash it was tossed up to you, harmlessly glancing off your arm. Your sister practically dove to retrieve the object, showing you a stuffed bear with a perplexed look on her face. It was small, but crafted nicely. There were two little X stitches for the eyes, no mouth or other features stitched onto the soft fabric.

Your brow furrowed as you reached out for it, turning the bear in your hands with care. It was sweet.

The knight was watching you carefully, seemingly waiting for your reaction. You could feel your cheeks warming, a threat smile made the corner of your lip twitch. You had never received a gift from a man that was not a member of your family.

Your sister cleared her throat. You were taking too long.

“Well, I suppose a favor for a favor is in order,” you said, loud enough for the knight to hear you below.

His eyes crinkled at the corners again. Another nod.

You took your favor of weaved flowers and grasses and ribbons scraps, pressing a kiss to the leaves before looping it over the edge of his lance and watching it fall toward him. The colors of the foliage matched the forest green spiral painted on the wood.

“I wish you luck,” you said, clutching the bear in one hand as you leaned over the railing.

He was looking at the favor, running his gloved fingers touching the ribbons and caressing the flower petals. Then his attention was returned to you, he tapped the lance against the railing one, two, three times.

It felt like a thanks.

You watched him settle his helmet over his head before returning to your seat. The shocked expression on your face was mirrored by your sister, the two of you staring at the small stuffed bear in your hands.

A gift from a knight was unheard of at a tourney. Maybe a gift would suit a marriage proposal, or an attempt at courting. But not a simple tourney day.

And not from a knight you had never even seen before.

The smash of a lance against a shield made you look up, watching the knight’s opponent go crashing off his horse. And it continued. Every competitor that faced him ended up bested, sprawling across the dirt.

One pulled his sword, the mystery knight sliding off his horse to meet the challenge. He was taller than you anticipated, standing a full head over his opponent as he drew the sword from his hip. It was hardly a contest, the smaller man made to yield after being quickly disarmed and a blade at his throat.

It was only at the end of the day you learned his name. Ser Kilgore—it was announced proudly across the arena in light of his victory. Whispers calling him “King of the Joust” carried as you found your parents and prepared to leave.

You kept looking over shoulders and heads in the crowd, standing on your tiptoes to try to get a glimpse of Ser Kilgore. The fluttering at the pit of your stomach already told you all you needed to know—you wanted to see him again.

It was only in the carriage back to your estate that you noticed the stitching on the leg of the bear, black and a bit clumsy.

KÖNIG.

[elliesglock]

what is your pazzi timeline?

oh boy, i'll give like a brief summary

2016: paige meets azzi first. i think paige had a whole secret admirer thing going on because she mentions meeting azzi 3 years ago in the 2019 slam video with them even though azzi has said she knew paige for 2 years at that point. seems like paige knew and was kinda crushing on azzi before a knew about her.

2017: they meet officially at u-16. they become friends i think paige still has a crush on azzi. azzi doesn't really reciprocate because i personally believe she didn't know she liked girls atp. a lot happens mostly just p being a simp ofc. azzi this year doesn't really seem to view paige as anything other than a friend.

2018: azzi starts to like paige back, beginning of in my humble opinion a very long homoerotic friendship.

2019: casually dating. paige would've been a junior and azzi would've been a sophomore. lots happens...paige flying to see azzi after her acl tear, wore p's jersey at her championship game, lots of plane rides to see each other. gives to me long distance sorta casual fling thing. weirdos idk

2020: def starts to get weird here. in my personal opinion, i think they're pretty exclusive here. there's different opinions out there but seeing how paige goes to live with a's fam it's very clear they start to really get close here. i think this time together really made them realize how much they loved each other.

aug 2020-2021: p goes to college, azzi stays home to finish hs. kinda seems like an amicable break-up/casual fling situationship they have here. streets say p was seen with other girls so i think they took time off from their relationship because of my guess the distance and in turn them having different focuses. however, in my opinion, i think they were in a kinda "she's still my girl" situation. like seeing other people but they know where home at type shit. again i know weirdos idk i never said my girls made sense yall 😭

aug 2021 is when azzi goes to uconn which leads me to my next part.

2021-2023: dating again. however weird tiff in 2021 where i think they're still being weird and not together. streets say azzis with a football player, p stops being seen with girls however. azzi is at college with p. the ice live oh lord. i think they're just getting comfortable with being around each other all the time again. LOCKED IN by the end of 2023.

2024: wives. wedding bells. locked in forever they have kids together. only goes up from here

thank you for coming to my pazzi ted talk anons

@azpb535 has an amazing tl that goes into great detail better than mine btw

[milliesfishes]

Hi was listening to special death and I CANNOT stop thinking of billy with an x witch reader please 🥺🥺🥺

౨ৎ꣑ৎSpellbound౨ৎ꣑ৎ

[fem reader] contains: talk of witchcraft, trauma pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: witch reader x billy the kid author’s note: anon, this has been on my mind forever since you sent it I hope you enjoy! Open to doing a part 2 btw let me know <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

Billy had always taken a liking to those on the outcast side of society.

Since he himself fell into that category, he paid special attention to the ones those with exorbitant amounts of money declared misfits. They were a curious subject to him since he often discovered them not to be what everyone declared.

When there were whisperings of a new face in town, one passerby pronounced as strange, his attention was piqued. Billy wasn't a gossip by any means, but he leaned in a little whenever he heard someone talking about said soul.

"She's very odd," one woman said as she examined a bushel of apples, not bothering to quiet her tone. "Moved into a little cottage over the glen and hasn't spoken to anyone yet."

"I saw her one morning," her companion said, nodding along. "Out in the hills shamelessly, shoulders uncovered, gathering plants. I'm so glad she hasn't come into town. Although it'd give us a good laugh, I suppose."

Billy stopped listening after that, their facts trickling into fiction. He was used to the way women in the marketplace spoke about each other, and usually he paid them no mind. But this was interesting. Most folks didn't move to this little corner of the world, willingly or not.

As the weeks passed, the whispers about the new woman in town grew louder. When he heard a few men in the saloon talking about her, his interest was really captured. Usually, the only thing they talked about was work or the game at hand. Now the only topic on their tongues was the woman with long hair who did strange things in the woods.

"She's a witch," one older man said earnestly, setting his hand down. "Ain't never seen anythin' like it. Someone oughtta drive 'er out before she curses us all."

"Nah, she won't hurt anyone," another man chortled. "Saw 'er myself the other morning. Timid little thing. The second she saw me she bolted. Doubt we'll hear from her much."

"Gives our wives somethin' new to talk about," the cowboy across from him said, tossing a few coins into the pot. "Good thing too. I was sick of hearin' 'bout who's doin' what at the inn."

A witch? That was a new one. Billy had been told tales of spellcasters both good and evil in his mother's Irish fairy tales, but he'd never heard of one existing. It was a far-fetched notion. One he was keen to discover the truth of. One he didn't know he would stumble upon.

The morning was was misty and cloudy, the sun barely risen over the hills. He hummed to himself as he guided his horse to a forest-y part of the hills. Now was the best time to be out. The world was quiet, the chatter of everything quieted by a required action of unconsciousness.

He peered through the thick branches, dismounting and tying his horse when he saw something moving. There was a little clearing nearby, and he wondered if a deer had wandered in to graze.

But when he got closer, he realized the presence was human. He could make out long hair and a white dress between the leaves. Then when he pushed willow leaves aside, he finally saw you clearly.

Graceful and lithe, you pushed your hair aside as you gathered a purple flower from a bush he recognized as lavender. The thin strap of your dress fell off your shoulder, and he found himself staring at the expanse of skin exposed. As you bent over, he could see the tops of your breasts, a single pendant on a ribbon tucked between them.

Instantly he knew you were the woman everyone was talking about. When they said witch he'd pictured an old crone with gray hair and time worn skin. But here you were, youthful and smooth and lovely.

The way you moved was mesmerizing. There was an air about you that made it impossible to look away. It was more than being attracted; Billy had certainly felt that before. This was something different. This was being drawn like a magnet, being helpless to the pull of your gravity. And you were in your own world, unaware of him, of anything at all.

He watched, captivated, as you tied your lavender with a ribbon, sticking it into a little bag so the purple poked out. Now you were climbing a tree expertly, crawling across a branch that hung over a tall patch of wild roses.

Cocking his head, Billy observed you turn upside down, still hanging from the branch like a sloth. Your hair fell like a curtain he longed to part. You stretched your neck to see below you, squinting a bit. Positioned right over the middle of the large patch, he was confused at what exactly you were doing.

Then in an instant you let go.

Billy's hand stretched out as if he could reach you from where he was standing. His jaw dropped, eyes wider than saucers as he watched you fall like a ragdoll into the mess of brambles and blooms.

He jumped into action, running before he knew what he was doing. Thorns gnawed at him when he pushed through the stems in an attempt to get to you. The result was sharp bouts of pain that made him wince, and he had to stop halfway there, grunting and touching the scratches on his face and arms. His fingers came back bloody.

There was a rustling sound, and your head popped up, eyes wide, plants coming up to your shoulders. With a furrowed brow, you called, "Are you okay?"

Oh, your voice was musical. A song he wished he could sing, a song that wouldn't sound as lovely unless it was coming from your mouth. He managed a half smile. "Ah...little tangled up."

You were moving closer with worried eyes. "Did you fall in?"

"N-no," he managed, disarmed as you came near. Being close to you was like drinking too much whiskey- it sent his head into a buzz. "But you did."

Pausing, your lips parted in realization. Now you knew what he had been trying to do. "I see."

"But you're-" Now you were reaching out a smooth hand, touching his face and turning it to the side so you could presumably see the battle scars from the sharp vines. The feel of your touch cut him off for a moment. He could see your eyes more clearly, and there was a spark in them he couldn't place. Maybe if you stood like this forever, he'd spend an equal amount of time drowning in them.

As you studied him, he studied you. Despite the fact you'd fallen right into the roses, there wasn't a single scratch on you. You were utterly untouched. He opened his mouth to ask, but you frowned, turning his cheek to the side. You took off his hat, so the shadow of the brim didn't disturb your view.

Clicking your tongue regretfully, you looked at him apologetically. "Come with me. I'll get you something for all these..." you gestured at the mess of his bodily afflictions.

Billy didn't think he'd ever be able to say no to you. He merely nodded as you put his hat back on his head, moving elegantly through the bush. The thorns slid over your skin like it was made of glass. He followed you, wincing as the same plants re-scratched him.

Once you were both out, he noticed you were holding a bunch of the wild roses, tied with a ribbon just like the lavender had been. You shoved it into your bag, picking it up and smiling a little at him. "C'mon. I can help you if you want."

A little wistfully, he nodded, looking back behind him. "My horse-"

Like clockwork, his horse appeared from the thicket from where he'd left it. Billy shook his head, sure he was seeing things. You didn't seem surprised by it, however, merely reaching out to the creature.

"Be careful, he-" Billy's warning was lost as he saw his normally finnicky horse nuzzle against your hand. He was baffled.

You handed him the reins. "I don't live very far away."

Powerless to stop your draw, he followed you.

You were quiet on the short journey, facing forward. The sun was higher now in the sky, and it illuminated you beautifully. He had a feeling any element would suit you. Practically one of the earth's daughters, you glowed here as if you were born directly to it.

The cottage in which you resided was simple, surrounded by wildflowers. Vines crept up the walls, kissing the roof. It was quaint and charming, just like you.

He tied his horse at the fence, and you produced a carrot from your bag, feeding it to the animal before leading Billy inside.

The walls were lined with shelves of old books. There were vases of flowers on every surface, but they weren't filled with water as expected. Instead, mounds of little shells held them in place. He could see jars full of herbs and liquids, lit candles lighting the space. You set your bag down on a table in the center, beckoning him to sit.

He did, watching you flit around the room, reading the labels on jars until you found the perfect one, popping the cork and peering inside. Nodding once, you came back over to him. "Here-" you removed his hat once again and dipped your fingers in the jarred substance, dabbing it where the thorn scratches must be.

The paste wasn't unpleasant smelling, and he liked that you were so close. Billy could see clearly your silky hair and smooth body. He wanted to run his fingers over it, see if it was as soft as it looked.

You knelt at his side, rolling up the sleeve of his right arm to put substance over the wounds there too. He smiled at the sight. "Are you a healer?" He didn't know if witch was the correct term.

Looking up at him, you offered him a little tilt upward of your lips. "Is that what they say in town about me?"

"Well..." he squinted as he thought. "Not exactly."

"I figured," you resumed your task, and he enjoyed the feel of your fingers on his skin. "For what it's worth, I do not wish to hurt anyone."

With your kind eyes and seemingly gentle demeanor, he hadn't thought you would. He told you so. Now your smile was wider. "That's nice of you to say. It seems I'm a danger to everybody else."

He shook his head. "You're helpin' me."

You looked up at him with doe eyes, and his heart fluttered. "Do you know what I am?"

Billy was lost in the universe of your eyes for a second. He thought of the way you'd glided through the thorns, retaining nary a remnant. The way you seemed to have such a way about you that was nearly magical. His tone was light when he guessed. "You're a witch?"

Your eyes were unchanging, when he half expected a rain of fire to engulf him. "It's funny. I've had that term lobbed at me in anger a thousand times. But you say it so casually. You say it the way I do."

"My mama used to tell me stories about witches," he nodded, noticing with awe that his scratches were fading into his skin as if he'd never been grazed. "Not all of 'em were bad."

Tilting your head, your smile grew. "She was right about that. It's just like people. Not everyone is fully good or evil. But majority rules."

The way you spoke was so lilted. He could listen for hours. "And you're good."

"I hope so," you said, and he caught a hint of melancholy in your eyes. But you shook it off as quickly as it appeared, rolling his other sleeve up and leaning over his slightly parted knees to put your salve on that arm.

"Did ya live near here before?" he asked, eager for information about you.

You resumed dabbing. "No. I used to live by the ocean."

He caught sight of the shells in the vases again. "'S far from here."

"It is." Standing up, you examined his face again, soft fingers gracing his jaw and positioning his head to the side. Tracing his jawline, you examined the area, fingers ghosting his stubble. "I miss it a lot. It was very beautiful."

"I can imagine," he nodded lightly, careful to keep his head in place. "And have ya always...ah...practiced witchcraft?"

A little giggle escaped your lips at his hesitation. "You can say it. It's okay." Then you shook your head. "No. Not always. But I was in a bad way and a different witch took me in. She healed me. And in exchange she spellbound me."

"Spellbound?" Billy felt like he was pressing for information, but he couldn't help it. You were so fascinating to him.

You either didn't see it that way or didn't mind. "Very few witches are born. They're nearly always spellbound." Now your fingers were in his hair, pushing it back to check for any more injuries. It felt wonderful, and he slightly leaned into your touch. Delicately, you sat on his knee, leaning in to check closer. You smelled like lavender. His hand twitched, wanting to rest on your waist, but he resisted.

"When a witch finds a successor, she gives her powers to someone else," you explained, eyes roving over his face. "Then that someone else is spellbound. They take up the burden of witchcraft and practice it to keep the magic alive until they find their successor. Usually when someone is spellbound, they've been an apprentice to that witch for a while. But she was getting older, and she hadn't found anyone and..." you trailed off, looking away. "It was easier to trade favors."

"There's no way to get out of it otherwise?" Billy questioned, searching your eyes.

"It's dangerous," you confessed. "That's when you give the power back to the earth, where it came from. I've looked into it. But in order for the current vessel of power to remain living afterward, the powers have to be more good than evil. And since they're passed down so many generations, and the vessel often doesn't know by who..."

"You can never know how much good there really was," Billy finished, guessing at it. You nodded, and a spark of pride lit in him.

"It's safer to give them to someone else," you concluded. "I haven't found anyone yet. The last town ousted me out before I could. And by the looks of things, I'm not sure I'll find anyone here either."

Billy could feel the deep sorrow in you like a tangible thing. He wanted to ask you more about it, about what had happened for the other witch to find you, about what exactly you did with your possessed power.

Instead, he reached up tentatively, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You don't want the burden?"

"It's a heavy thing to carry," you said softly, and it tugged at his heart.

"'F course," he whispered, looking between your eyes. His fingers were still on your face. He couldn't resist drawing a line from your cheek to your chin. You let him, staring into his eyes.

"You're beautiful." Billy said it like a prayer.

"That'll be the magic," you half smiled.

He shook his head, thumb tilting your chin up. "No. It's you."

Before he knew it, he was leaning in, lips ghosting yours, almost like a question. And you responded, hands sliding over his shoulders, leaning into him. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, and the sensation sent him reeling.

You were nothing short of enchanting.

Lips moving, he could feel the magic running through your veins. There was something electric in your touch, something about you that made him need you like water. It was like there was an ocean roaring inside you that he wanted to drown in.

His fingers grasped the ribbon around your neck, finding the pendant between your breasts and grasping it, using it to gently pull you closer. The ribbon untied, and fell from your neck.

Lips separating, you drew back, leaning your forehead to press against his. "Is this how you treat everyone who heals you?"

Billy was drunk off you, and he wanted another hit. "No." He chased your lips, catching them in another searing kiss. Splaying his fingers on your back, he found a fistful of your dress.

You let him kiss you lazily for a moment, lips dragging down to your neck, then your collarbone. Oh how he loved your collarbone. Nosing against it, he showered a series of soft kisses there.

Then he felt something brush against his leg. Pulling back, he looked down to find a black cat purring as it pawed at his shin. You followed his eyes, smiling slightly. "Sorry...that's Fish. He likes people."

Keeping the hand holding your pendant around your waist, Billy reached the other hand down and scratched Fish's head. "'S alright. Seems like a good fella'."

He could feel you watching him interact with the cat, and you didn't sway your eyes when he lifted his own to meet them. Smiling, he leaned in, pecking your lips once, then twice. That made you smile in turn, and you nudged your nose against him, hands on the sides of his face.

Noticing he was holding your pendant, you uncurled his fingers, tracing the shape of it against his palm. It was an oval, framed by gold. There were three little stars in the center, and you touched each one before folding his fingers over it again. "Keep it."

Billy looked up at you again. "You-?"

Both your hands came to clasp around his. "It's a witch's symbol. How we know each other. But I've been here for weeks and haven't found anybody. And I'm not going to find a successor. Keep it."

He wanted to protest the hopelessness of the statement, your resignation to the fact that you'd be weighed under your powers forever. But you seemed determined.

So, he intertwined your fingers, the pendant pressing between palms. Then he lifted them to his lips, kissing your knuckles. A promise to keep it safe.

Billy kissed your nose, and then breathed, "D'ya feel it?" The pulsing hypnotism that overwhelmed him whenever he looked at you, that sensation that he knew wasn't just the magic residing within you.

You traced runes into the skin of his cheek, pressing your lips there when you were done. "I feel it. This is real power."

Next part

[drluvsick]

hello!! can I request a tengen uzui x gn reader where reader gets angry/stressed out and all emotional and uzui comforts them after a long and tiring day? (excluding the wives) and reader doesn't really know how to react or what to do because usually when they're in that kind of situation they just let it be gone by itself. thank you so much, I love your writing! keep it going it's awesome 👍🏻

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢

tengen comforts you after a bad day. 📝 gn! reader, beautiful is a gender neutral term in my book do not @ me <3! hurt to comfort! AHH i struggled writing this for no reason whatsoever… uhh tengen is not my strong suit m sorry for that 😭, also sorry that this took forever i seriously wish i got this out sooner. WARNING FOR TENGEN AT THE END… I MADE HIM SO CHEESY (IN THE SWEETEST WAY POSSIBLE) LMAO ,, THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS BTW, made me super happy & i’m super super sorry if i couldn’t do him justice!!

word count : 600+

𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 . . . 𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙 — 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘌𝘝𝘌

you unintentionally slammed the door shut, startling tengen from his cooking. no amount of deep breathing would cool you at the moment as you stormed past the kitchen—past him—and walked to the bedroom where you could lay easy as you waited for this hell of emotions to pass.

tengen had never seen this before, mostly because on these rare occasions he’d be out on a mission or busy with other matters— and whenever you were having a bad day and he happened to be home, you were always able to keep your feelings in check in favor of not making him uncomfortable.

today was just too much.

after grabbing one of your favorite snacks, tengen made his way to your door. knocking tentatively, he called out, “(y/n)? sweetie, are you okay?”

you replied by burying yourself further in the sheets until it covered your head fully, loud enough that he could hear through the thin walls of the hallway and your room.

“i’m coming in, okay?”

it was time— tengen’s three rules to comforting.

one. do not crack a joke at how un-flashy it is to cry or pout because of a simple fault in your day. that’s not living up to his respectable status and it won’t make anything better. it’ll give off the feeling that he couldn’t care less, and his top priority right now is avoiding making you cry because of him.

“please leave me alone…” you grumbled, your voice muffled but still crystal clear.

“not happening!” he declared, sitting on the side of the futon, your hands gripping the material as to not slide closer to him due to the dip from his weight.

“please.”

“i want to make you feel better.”

two. offer forms of comfort; hugs, kisses, food, etc.

“i’ve got this for you, if you’d like,” he shook the customized box he decorated himself (because the original packaging was “too drab” for him), dangling it over your head until you peeked out. “and of course, there’s me to help you.”

you stared at his unusually soft eyes, gleaming nonetheless in this moment where you had no idea what you were supposed to respond with.

he motioned for you to sit up, and in you doing so reluctantly, carefully wrapped his heavy arms around you. he gave you enough time to wriggle away if needed or tell him to stop, but to be fair, the comforting warmth felt a million times better than your blankets.

you latched onto him, holding him for dear life as if he were going to leave if you didn’t. patting your back, he encouraged you to talk about your day. you spilt.

you felt tears running down your face as he held you through it all— you hadn’t cried this hard in forever as he coaxed them out through his back rubs and sweet talk.

you were vexed and full of sobbing emotions, all overlaying as you recalled the painful events of today.

small squeezes at heart wrenching moments, giving you tissues in between (if you needed them), and making sure that you knew he was listening intently as he continued to embrace you.

he waited until you had no more tears left to give, wiping the excess away as he offered the forgotten snack to you, which you heartily accepted.

three. be with your other through it all.

“thank you…” you mumbled, your voice a tad raspy from the onslaught of hoarse sobbing and flooding.

tengen proudly smiled. “it’s what an amazing boyfriend should do for his beautiful and sweet lover!”

“you mean it?”

“of course i do. the great superior uzui’s never wrong.”

you smile. “thank you. i love you so much.”

“i love you too, my awesome,”—he kisses you on the forehead—“lovely,”—he kisses you on the side of your face—“stupendous,”—he kisses you on your nose—“charming,”—he kisses you on the other side of your face—“incredible,”—he kisses you on the side of your mouth, teasing you at this point—“absolutely amazing lover,” ending it off with a kiss to your lips.

“gosh you’re cheesy.” you laugh before diving in for another.

overluvsick | please do not repost, translate, and/or claim my works as yours !!

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Hehe i think you arleady know me cause i am litteraly the queen of spam anyways PLEASE can you do a uzugiyuu thing when like Tengen (and maybe his wives) got jealous cause his so called husband Giyuu is too close with Shinobu or smth like that (dont mind my grammar i am french) anyways that's all i love you and your post very much btw💗💗

keep spamming me i love it and i love you too <3 tysm

Giyuu wasn’t quite sure how or when he’d been proclaimed Tengen’s husband, but he honestly didn’t mind. Especially since the four Uzui’s had a tendency to keep him company whenever or wherever he was, without a care in the world. Their enthusiasm was contagious and Giyuu was all for it, as long as they weren’t barging into his house again. But as much as he appreciated their constant patience with him and how much they claimed to love him, there was definitely cons to this relationship they’d established. One being Tengen’s something something jealousy and the arguments that erupted constantly between him and Shinobu. Somehow, Tengen had decided that Shinobu was ‘hogging’ Giyuu and had taken it into his own hands to warn Shinobu to ‘back off.’ Or something.

Giyuu found himself stuck in between the two—which was very disorienting because of Tengen and Shinobu’s height differences so that it felt like the words were ping ponging around him. He was getting dizzy at all the shouting and snapping. He didn’t even understand Tengen’s logic when he said that Giyuu was his—mostly because Shinobu had no interest in dating Giyuu and that was apparent, even to Sanemi. There was something about being tugged from Tengen’s arms to being pulled by Shinobu to being snatched back by Tengen that didn’t quite sit right with Giyuu. But when he voiced the opinion, Tengen spoke over him and Shinobu told him—Giyuu—to shut up. Which was all well and all, so he was yanked around like an idiot until Tengen settled the argument by carrying Giyuu away.

Eventually, Giyuu found himself hoisted over Tengen’s shoulder and marched to the Uzui household. At least, he thought, Tengen’s wives were quite to intervene and have him put down. So while they coddled him and Hinatsuru had a word with Tengen about all this manhandling, Giyuu walked the rest of the way to the Estate, accompanied by Makio and Suma. They questioned him, knowing how Tengen probably had been earlier. Giyuu figured they must be quite used to this by now.

He assured them that Shinobu had also played a part in it so his disheveled state mustn’t be blamed purely on Tengen. Nevertheless, they hustled him inside and took down his ponytail to assist in brushing his hair out and dusting him off. He supposed it wasn’t all too bad, then. What with Hinatsuru and Tengen joining them soon after. Hours later, Giyuu found himself bundled up in a futon with the four Uzui’s, the women in the pile all fast asleep. Tengen was wide awake, as was Giyuu, mostly because he was aware of missions he had to attend to in a bit and refused to let himself sleep. He took the chance to assure Tengen that he, in fact, did not see Shinobu in any romantic light. And that she was more of a friend to him, or a sister. Tengen agreed, though he didn’t bother apologizing for earlier. Which was the end of that.

Except it really wasn’t because the next day, when going over to the Butterfly Estate for a check up—his original plans yesterday before Tengen crashed the party—he found Shinobu and Tengen bickering. Sensing immediately that it was about the thing from the day before, he took a safer route and went to a sympathetic Aoi for his check up instead.

im out of ideas my brain is fried HELPP im sorry its friday im ready to sleep

[amethystfairy1]

Hello there! I've just come from ao3 and I've spent basically the entirety of the last two days reading the entirety of TTSBC, *inhale* AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH OH MY GOSH YOU'RE AN INCREDIBLE WRITER YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE ENJOYED READING THIS AND ALSO THERE'S SO MUCH OF IT!!!

Seriously the fact that you manage to write so much and so well is incredibly impressive and I really admire you for it

Also I don't know how to bring across how much I LOVE your worldbuilding. It's one of my favourite things to pick up on as a story progresses, and the world you've created is so vivid and facinating and beautiful

Also I feel the need to grumble a teensy tiny bit about the cliffhanger with Grian- sorry, CuteGuy- getting injured becuase that was evil. I mean he was shot?? By whom??? It's probably thanks to that new head of Council (what was his name?)

Literally obsessed with Flower Husbands btw, their relationship is so sweet, and I've loved watching them progress from pining crushes to early relationship and having to work around the things that they don't know/understand to living together and slowly working out their issues (excited to see Scott's skeletons being tackled more btw) and being so cute and the poppy earrings and the trip to the undercity and the constant reassurances and- *wails distantly* It's so good.

And while we're in a ranting mood, how about Treebark and how Martyn (mirroring Scott) wanted more but didn't pressure Ren with anything because he understood he needed time and also (again mirroring Scott) decided he wanted to put the dagger down and give Ren all the roses. How he tried so hard to keep it together when he literally stumbled across the undercity and spontaneously had to (didn't technically, he chose to) go through the whole "meeting the (terrifying) family thing" because it was important to Ren. How Ren's first instinct was to protect him, even though he really didn't know how Martyn would react, and he was so scared it would be bad, and-

Or I could ramble on about Doc and Etho and how beautiful their relationship is, with all the crazy things they manage and do from day-to-day, and their darling Pesky Birds and Little Spark. There's a very unique feeling I get when I read how their early days in the depths were, it's so heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time, and I can't help but love it.

Or I could give you a paragraph about Grian and Scar and how their secrets and double lives unravelled, albeit messily in places, and how now there's just love, even though they haven't said it out loud (ahem, evil, evil cliffhanger) yet, and working around their differences and struggles, and cookies, and the coffee that Scar makes them in the mornings, and the shiny three-ringed binder, and-

I could go on about the under-city, this world under the surface, both dangerous and beautiful. Or Grian, Pearl and Jimmy and how much they mean to each other, absolute chaos and unwavering support. Or our wonderful, loving, chaotic family of six (yes, six, Tango for the love of god you're part of it too even if your relationship with them looks different), Tango and Zed and their issues that they probably really need get sorting out, Cleo and Bdubs (gods that one where they met healed and broke me in equal measure), the Empires Family (they're so dear to me), Nature Wives(I loved how they met), etc, etc, etc.

I could keep going, but I won't in this already super long ask (sorry about that by the way, wasn't really intended). I may rant in the future, if you'd like to hear it

Needless to say, the brainrot has gotten to me and I'd like it to stay please and thank you.

Sorry again for how incredibly long this turned out to be, but I hope it fulfills it's purpose and brings you joy <3 Have a good timezone!

Oh my stars thank you thank you! I'm so glad you enjoy my work so much I love the rambles! It's always so cool to me to see what parts of my stories stand out to people! Please never apologize for the rambles!!!

[kyojurismo]

Hihi!! I saw your Muichiro x older sibling reader, may I request the same thing except for the other hashiras?? With reader also being a hashira and well, going on missions together?? Please and thank you!! ^^

▸ ANSWERING. yeah sure, it was a bit strange bc i usually imagine the others as the older siblings of the situation haha but it was fun to write <3

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. tengen uzui, sanemi shinazugawa, kyojuro rengoku, giyu tomioka, mitsuri kanroji, obanai iguro & shinobu kocho x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. platonic! siblings like relationships, r is a hashira, idk if there’s something else that needs tag so in case lemme know + gyomei is missing bc i really didn’t know how to write him as the younger sibling i’m so sorry 😭

TENGEN UZUI

yes, there are his wives taking care of him

yes, they usually cook for him and all that stuff

but you love preparing bentos for both of you if you have to go together on missions

and he enjoys eating them as much as you enjoy preparing them

you know that he comes off as eccentric and not all people enjoy this part of him, but you’re willing to remind everyone that he’s actually very kindhearted and knows how to be selfless

you defend him from bitchy comments mostly because you see tengen as a younger brother <3

you always watch his back during battles, even if he doesn’t need it that much

his wives are very grateful to you for taking care of their husband when they’re not with him (:

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

alright, sanemi is a disaster

you casually grew closer to him really, mostly because you were a pillar yourself

you started taking care of his mansion because,

well.

“don’t touch my stuff,” he sighs, staring at you. “i’m just cleaning the pavement.”

in reality, he feels a warm feeling whenever you take care of him like that

you make sure he eats and rest properly [we all know he uses his blood in battles and it’s pretty careless about his health sometimes]

you always prepare ohagis (botamochi) if you go on missions together (;

he’s your little hotheaded brother <3

KYOJURO RENGOKU

let’s just say he’s still not used to you acting like an older sibling

also because he always took care of senjuro, so

he’s more responsible and knows how to take care of himself pretty well

so, how do you show him affection?

cooking.

you’re always preparing new things for kyojuro and he loves eating them btw

“they’re really tasty!”

you often train together

when you go on missions together you’re super protective because he often acts too selflessly

“i want you to come back in one piece,” you pout at him, making him chuckle. “i will, don’t worry!” he says before leaving for the famous mugen train

oh well,

[but was it really necessary tho ?]

GIYU TOMIOKA

he actually was the younger sibling

but seeing you acting as his older sibling surprised him

did you really care that much about him?

YES WE DO.

he knows how to take care of himself, but does he?

you literally jump at people if they talk shit about him

“he’s just shy!” or “he’s very introverted, he’s not a bad person” and “he’s very humble! he doesn’t look at others as if they’re useless or things like that.”

you almost slapped shinobu once 😭

you love going on missions together because he doesn’t get too embarrassed if you act like his older sibling <3

you deeply care about giyu

MITSURI KANROJI

just like kyojuro, you can show her affection with food

that’s why you’re always preparing the bentos to take on missions together

she’s so sweet and kind 😭

you’re somehow like obanai, you send death glare at whoever seems suspicious of taking advantage of her or talking bad about mitsuri

you know she can comb her hair by herself but you like doing it for her

she’s another one who knows how to take care of her, so there’s nothing to do for you really

but you’re her emotional support !!!

you’re always cheering her up and comfort her if needed

and she’s truly grateful, she loves you dearly as if you were really part of her family

OBANAI IGURO

you found it hard to befriend obanai

but when you finally succeeded you couldn’t help the feeling of i have to be his older sibling!

you make sure he takes care of himself and all that stuff

and you do the same for kaburamaru

he loves getting petted by you

yeah, obanai knows how to make others hate him ngl but you don’t have problems with defending him either

that’s your job LMAO

you know he doesn’t eat much so you’re careful to not fill too much his bento box

you treat him as a younger brother always

no i mean, in every situation

and he’s flustered easily by it if you do that in front of the other pillars (or slayers in general)

SHINOBU KOCHO

girl gets emotional with your actions

she knows what it means to be the younger sibling

you make sure she doesn’t overwork herself

that she sleeps and eats properly

you even take care of her fishes for her when she’s on missions

you train with her and love learning new things from her

when you two are on missions together she often asks you about the most recent thing she taught you lol

“she’s so small, how did she became a hashira?” and you’re quick to snap saying “strength is not the most important thing!”

you know she’s the smartest among them all

and you’re actually very proud of her 🥹

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. i hope you enjoyed it, thank you so much for reading !! <3

[chitty-chitty-bang-bang-bang]

Vlad, Viago and Deacon as parents [pt. 3]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4]

Requested by @italakthoughts (btw, is it pronounced like “eehtalak” or “aytalak”?)

Author’s note: There will be some angst in this part, sorry guys, couldn’t help myself. This is probably the last part of this as headcanons, but I might make a one shot later. Also, I am still open to requests, but I will be a bit slower with posting, bc college is kicking my ass so hard it’s ridiculous.

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All three have their favourite game to play with you.

For Deacon it’s tag. You run around the whole house, climbing walls and ceilings, turning into bats or dogs and always trying to outsmart each other.

With all the excessive energy both of you have, this is literally the perfect activity to get you to fall asleep faster, because your tag is hardcore. A human wouldn’t stand a chance.

With Vlad it’s blind man’s buff. Because of vampire’s heightened sensitivity, this game becomes all the more challenging for the one hiding, because you have to move very smoothly and be completely silent.

Of course, Vladislav still senses where you are, but he likes to give way to you. Your happy smile whenever you win is absolutely worth it.

Viago always goes for hide and seek. At first, you weren’t a very good at it and chose the most obvious hiding places. But with time you improved to the point, where Viago sometimes legitimately wonders if he lost you.

When he can’t find you for way too long, he just gives up and asks you to come out of your hiding place.

You also do a lot of tea parties together.

Just imagine the three of them sitting at a tiny table with toy cups filled with blood.

You usually made up some kind of weird circumstances for the party. For example, you pretend that you’re aristocratic mice, who conquered a cat’s lair and now celebrate your victory with a tea party. Or you are all wives of a wealthy king and you plot his murder to share the power between the four of you.

They really get into their imaginary roles. Though sometimes this can lead to them getting a bit carried away and actually starting a fight over a fictional event.

Nick and Stu often join in as well.

You really like playing with Vlad’s hair, since he has the longest out of the three and that means you can do a lot of funny hairdos. He doesn’t really mind, as long as you’re careful to not rip anything out (it grows back very fast, but it’s still an unpleasant feeling).

Deacon often gives you piggyback rides anywhere and everywhere. You basically use him as a jungle gym and while it sometimes annoys him, he rarely protests.

In winter, Viago always takes you ice skating. Even though you’re a vampire and you can’t catch a cold (or feel cold for that matter), he still insist on you wearing very warm clothes. People might think he’s not taking good care of his kid!

When they go to New York for the vampiric council duties (shoutout to wwdits show), they take you with them. Viago definitely takes you to see a musical. He’s not bailing on that. And it’s probably going to be something incredibly campy. Probably Andrew Lloyd Webber too.

You and Deacon have an absolute blast in the NY subway, scaring random people to death with little to no repercussions or getting into the last car and drinking whoever dared to sit there alone.

Some random blogger accidentally caught you and Vladislav turning into bats in an alleyway of Manhattan on video. So you had to hunt him down and hypnotise his whole audience into forgetting about the existence of that footage. It felt nice to be famous even if only for a bit.

As any flatting situation, these three have a lot of bickering and arguments.

They really try to avoid having any of those arguments in front of you, but sometimes it gets out of control. In those cases, they try to either deflate it or just ask you to leave the room and let them sort this out.

Petty or not, parents’ arguments are not something a child should be watching.

If you ever die from being burnt by sunlight or get killed by a vampire slayer they will be utterly devastated.

Vladislav is probably the best at handling it. He grieves silently by himself, reminiscing about all the fun silly things you’d say and do when he wasn’t in the mood. With time, the sadness numbs. But there is still that gaping emptiness somewhere in his immortal soul.

Viago would never forgive himself. Maybe if he took better care of you, if he paid more attention, if he took more precautions, if he kept a closer eye on you, if he was just by your side at the right time… maybe you’d still be running through the halls of this dusty house…

Deacon is just furious. He’s furious at whatever caused your death and he’s furious at you for being so reckless and getting yourself killed. Why do his closest ones keep leaving him so suddenly?

But that won’t happen obviously, you’re not dumb enough to die twice ;)

Genuinely, your time with them could be considered one of the happiest periods of your life. And if you tell them that, they will feel very proud of themselves.

All three of them really mean well and want to give you the childhood they never had.

[justsomeonewow]

Sup! I'm Pietra/Dollface

Here's my rp account

So, I made a ask RP blog about a super random thing (and hopefully Fash won't hunt me and kill me)

The rules are all there if you wanna see it also I would like to remind one of the primary rules

NO NSFW THINGS

Jokes that aren't graphic maybe can but explicit, pictures or gifs will make your ask be ignored or even block so please be nice and also follow me there and ask whatever you want

My other account https://www.tumblr.com/crackshipps?source=share

Hoppy fantart request

Just give me a thing you want me to draw as Hoppy and I'll make it

Already posted about it

Idiots in a Freakshow

A AU where I mix Total Drama, Disventure Camp, The amazing digital circus, Popee the performer and Raggedy Ann and Andy, ask whatever you want to them

The amazing Disventure circus

Adventure camp x Total Drama Island x Disventure Camp x The amazing digital circus just that

Bringing some Brazil 2 USA/other country you're in)

Basically take Brazilian meme videos and traduce it to English

Here's me as music(according to other people)

Rps

I RP as Hoppy Hopscotch, no matter the fandom(it's mainly tadc)

I'll probably RP as Hoppy's sister, Lizbeth depending on the situation and in my mood

Hopscotch family

Meet Hoppy's family!

1- Sister issues https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/770916530294800384/sisters-issues-so-youre-telling-me-youre?source=share

2- Pride

https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/770974499572236288/hows-lizbeth-dealing-with-hoppys-wedding?source=share

3- meeting sister-in-law

https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/770985648917299200/meeting-sister-in-law-shortmomma1993-here?source=share

4- Hoppy's psychologic

https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/771519405522862080/what-about-hoppys-crisis-that-she-looks-like-her?source=share

My fave flower btw

Friends/Family/Roleplay Besties

@shortmomma1993 (wife)

@ask-pomni-things (friend)

@ask-jax-things (biological son)

@ask-jax-the-rabbit (adoptive son)

@ask-angel-dust-w (adoptive son)

@yourlocalauro (adoptive daughter)

@starlit-mess (adoptive daughter)

@ask-jaxy-boy (Whimsy is her adoptive daughter)

@zooble-the-whatever-i-am (friend)

@voxtechsmells (adoptive father)

@madly-enthusiastic (adoptive father)

@princesscharliesstuff (adoptive sister)

@hazbinsprotectorxxx (adoptive sister-in-law)

@askyourauntierosie (aunt)

@two-left-halfs (friend)

@ask-the-perfect-pepper (frenemie)

@geromethejanitor (friend)

@ask-jaxy-boy (potential friend)

New Characters:

1 - introducion https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/771426232245092352/new-characters-added?source=share

2 - their hangout https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/771787751228096512/in-their-hang-out-btw-that-man-is-dollfaces?source=share

3 - Abnormally dancing gem https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/771906055106150400/suicide-attempt?source=share

4- Lost sympathy https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/772872479991562240/you-too-actually-you-need-a-raise?source=share

5- Alexandre https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/772773682660753408/oh-thank-you?source=share

6- Mini Alexandre and Alessandro

https://www.tumblr.com/hophopscotch/772819672997543936?source=share

7- Silly stuff https://www.tumblr.com/justsomeonewow/773651840142344192/soosince-ann-is-also-gonna-be-blue-i-decided-to?source=share

8- Dollface's psychological https://www.tumblr.com/justsomeonewow/773658255957360640/i-have-an-opinion-alongside-the-trauma-dollface?source=share

9- P.D's color palette https://www.tumblr.com/justsomeonewow/773634911981780992/felt-cute-so-i-made-a-pd-color-palette-and?source=share

10- Theme songs https://www.tumblr.com/justsomeonewow/773696772208017408/do-the-characters-have-any-theme-for-them?source=share

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, round 1 of the major bracket

Propaganda:

For Eve and Vilanelle:

They quite literally are a wlw murderer couple. And I love them very very much.

Villanelle is a joyfully murderous psychopath assassin and Eve is the investigator trying to catch her who Villanelle seduces Eve into enjoying her own more murderous side. Villanelle does a Ton of murders (including of a tech bro billionaire), Eve also does some murders. It’s a good time.

THE murder wives!!! no explanation needed!!!

they got canon homoeroticism AND murdered together <3

For Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu:

you've got the founder of the fantasy ancient Chinese CIA and the leader of what is essentially the mafia and then they're soulmates and in love. they're both willing to kill anyone who dares hurt the other while also just wanting a soft domestic life together

Zhou Zishu is an assassin and spymaster who put the current Emperor on the throne, and then quit his job by faking his death (kinda, hes still dying but not as fast as he was supposed to). Had done A Lot on his old job, including murdering children (more than one, and at least one of them in a way I can't even describe without several trigger warnings), exterminating whole families, war crimes (and i dont mean this in a buzzword way, i mean "organized a public execution of foreign diplomats during war time")… btw he doesn't feel particularly bad about any of this, because he believes it was necessary. Like he wouldn't do it for fun, but he thinks the ends (putting a good Emperor on the throne) justified the means (all of the atrocities). As a retiree, he definitely cut down on the amount of morally reprehensible murder, but not murder in general. He still routinely kills ppl, he just doesn't go out of his way to kill more. Wen Kexing, meanwhile, is the Ghost Valley Master - Ghost Valley being a place where the worst of criminals are exiled. Even in such a place, he has reputation as a complete lunatic, owed partially to the fact that he either skinned a man or fed him his own flesh or both at one point, and partially to him having a rule where he would kill anyone who came closer than 3 meters to him. But in truth, everything he'd done was to survive the Ghost Valley and eventually take revenge for his parents, who were brutally murdered when he was only nine. By the start of the novel's timeline, he put his plan in motion - the plan that would drown jianghu in blood, but also deliver poetic justice to all responsible for his parents' deaths, as well as all who'd commit the same crime given the chance. And these two men, these two murderers and schemers, meet - and unexpectedly, find in each other the person who /understands/. The person who is just as ruthless and whose hands are just as bloody, but also the person who knows standing at the top of the world is not worth it, who seeks the same freedom of leaving it all behind, and who is still, underneath it all, a human, with human heart seeking connection. So you have this couple who understand each other with barely a word, and who want the same things - who are so hungry for domesticity and for people they can just goof around with when all their lives they had to measure every step and word - but ALSO where one half a couple is like "i gotta go murder hundreds in revenge" and the other half is like "ok pick you up at 6". (This btw is why I'm submitting novel's iteration of the couple in particular. Show wenzhou with their ridiculous breakups over morality could Never.) Also they were both hiding who they are when they first met, and later flirted about having figured each other out. Finally, I'll leave you my favorite quote that just. perfectly sums up their relationship: "And just like that, they fell asleep in each other's arms, steeped in the smell of blood."

You’ve probably already had submissions for them but I’ll add on. One of them founded an assassin’s guild and killed a staggering number of people. His malewife is the leader of a sect of insane murderous outcasts, and he attained his position by proving to be the most crazy and murder happy of them all. Most of the plot involves him wandering around watching his schemes get more people killed. Together they adopt a kid that was only orphaned due to said scheming (oops). They’re terrible and I love them.

[kerubimcrepin]

Wakfu Season 3, Episodes 1-6

//tw mentions of SA

Episode 1 - Fallen Heroes

I had a very long discussion with a friend of mine, who is a fan of medical settings, about how cool the existence of IV within the lore of Krosmoz is.

We didn't come to any conclusion. It was just us fanboying about this. Because my friend loves medical things and I love putting character into situations (some of which would not be survivable, if them being put on IV wasn't possible) (big fan of the concept of Joris getting poisoned and very sick and Kerubim and Atcham freaking the fuck out).

Funnily enough, during the making of my YouTube series, I discovered that there are two Sram-venerating women named Toxine in this franchise.

Adamai harbouring feelings of violence towards the members of the brotherhood is a good idea, (<- obviously the guy that wants Joris to beat the shit out of Kerubim would say this), but man, it could have been so cool if someone competent was working with this idea.

Episode 3 - Oropo's Tower

I should admit, this moment was probably a big win for Tristepin Mental Illness fans. Also, this is sadly the most explicit they can get with the reasons why Tristepin might hate being the Iop god in a cartoon.

He has plenty of reasons. Not only had Iop had 394824 demigods who hated him and felt abandoned by him while suffering fates worse than death (all gods have those) and just as many mortals he took advantage of using the power imbalance of godhood and promises of love (all gods have done that), he also canonically sexually assaulted a woman.

Ngl, if I was Tristepin, I would be considering killing myself — however, the kids and the wife would be sad.

They shuoild do this to Yugo too. He also had other wives. Albeit in an infinitely less insane way than Tristepin. Ankama.., please stop ignoring how existentially horrifying the Eliatrope demigods are.

In the Dofus MMO Kerubim pretty much calls the brotherhood of the forgotten an emo club of people with too much free time on their hands doing nothing but whining about their daddy issues.

And he was so real for that.

Btw canonically, Mishelle/Coqueline makes him feel intimidated (due to her grand age) while she herself doesn't really care about him (besides liking his good attitude towards animals), and is actually besties with Otomai.

Episode 4 - Beastly Girl

I like to headcanon that Joris's relationship with Coqueline is that he projects onto her ("oh god.... being 7 forever would make me kill myself.... even being 3ft tall is already horrible and makes me want to die..... the poor woman must be suffering") while she's like,, 1. probably doesn't think of herself as a "woman". I think she would describe herself as a creature, maybe a girlcreature, and 2. is literally chilling and doesn't give a single shit about anything but animal welfare and direct anti-god action.

I think talking to her would kill Joris because he'd realize that not every immortal person is as insecure about Literally Everything as he is.

She literally says, "the only good gods are ex-gods". We stan a leftist girlcreature?

This screenshot can be used as a reaction image for so many different shows. More fictional parents should say "my child is NOT ascending to godhood and shedding their mortality, becoming something beyond my comprehension, before they're of age. Fuck you."

Episode 5 - A Iop Hides Himself to Cry

You want to read @bitter-panacea's analysis posts about Goultard so bad.

Despite my negative feeling on s3, this is a WIN for Goultard fans, as far as I'm aware. (and Goultard enjoyers, since I kinda consider myself one)

I;'m going to walk into the sea.

Episode 6 - The Ecaflip's Scratching Post

YEAH BABY, A FULL ON IN-SHOW CONFIRMATION OF MY "USH HAS A DIFFERENT MOM THAN KERUBIM AND ATCHAM" HYPOTHESIS.

This might not seem like a contentious issue to normal people. Gods have... a lot of different lovers, so it seems normal to assume that Ush has one mom, while Kerubim and Atcham are twins like Eleley and Flopin, and have a different mom...

But a cancelled game that Tot really liked and still considers canon had really weird "there's an Ecaflip priestess who is the CEO of Giving Birth" lore, and was planned to be the mysterious mom of Kerubim and Atcham (and many other demigods), which contradicts a lot of previously established lore (ankama LOVES retcons. sadly).

I am quite open about thinking this is stupid and not considering this canon until they show her to me in an actual released media (and even then I will find a way to headcanon a better reality). Seeing the series itself acknowledge that Ush is not Atcham and Kerubim's full brother makes me feel quite better.

Hi Ush were you doing [SEXUAL ACTS REDACTED] upon cats again.

Cute...

A normal thing for a Bontarian to do. Blue-clad (metaphorically, he isn't wearing blue but white. Still very Bontarian though) man over here protecting kids and women. While also beating them up.

But unironically, I think it's cute that he has this gap moe of being an evil man who also saves people and cares about honour (because that's a proper thing to do) despite cheating constantly.

Somehow, his shallowness and "I mostly care about appearances, even if I do have a moral code" sort of behaviour is just as Extremely Bontarian as Joris's.... 30 mental illnesses.

THE OST IN THIS EP IS SO GOOD. ECAFLIP FANS WINNING ONCE AGAIN.

Hey past me! Maybe he really does pay these cats to put up with his insane behaviours. 🤨

Yugo, I'm gonna be real with you:

he's probably heard Joris and Kerubim say these exact words at least twice before,

He is reallllllly weird about cats and I am unsure if that's illegal in your setting,

He lured in people to kill in his tower for sport serial killer style.

He's bontarian. -20 morality and honor points immediately.

[vertiny]

as 2024 comes to a close, we take time to reflect on it.

i was able to make new friends, i was able to strengthen the bonds with current friends, i was even able to create with friends. 2024 was a year full of ups and downs, and plenty of moments with my head in my hands, but hopefully, it's a year i can look back on and be happy with. i laughed, i cried, i screamed, i joked, i overcame fears, i did a lot of things. i'm a sappy person, but yet, i find it hard to describe all the emotions i felt this year.

either way, thank you all for being a part of my 2024, and i can't wait for us to explore 2025 ♡

now onto the truly sappy part, i love you my friends 🤍

the hhu wives; mary (@chwedout) bec (@storyoflight) and alex - my true ride or dies… god i don’t think i could've gotten through a good portion of this year without you guys, so thank you for that and for being there for me. you three have been pillars of my time here and i love being able to be a part of your time here too, being able to see you explore your interests and what you create. fr hope one day we can all meet up and go to that svt concert. i love you guys sm ♡

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viv (@innielove) - my wiv, my wife !! you've fr kept me sane so many times this year 😭 you've been there through all my ups and downs, had to put up with my annoying ass “what do we think?” photoshop questions, and my questionable decisions with my time management. we’ve celebrated together, we've raged together, we've (joked about) gaming together (one day we will sdv together), we've cried together. i can't wait to see what mischief and bullshittery we get up to. you're (unfortunately) stuck with me, my forever point and laugher teammate ♡

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rin (@leedonghun) - my rinlove ! truly one of my favouritest people on this app (and in this world). you're my (almost) birthday twin<3 i truly hope the coming year is kind to you. but as for this year? thank you for being with me. thank you for being there any time i needed someone to talk to. thank you for being so kind and open and loving to me. you are one of the sweetest people i’ve truly had the pleasure of knowing, and i’m always carrying you in my heart ♡

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anne (@applejongho) - anne ! my literal twin from the other half of the world !! y’know it’s wild to me that we’re friends now bc you were such a big blog in my eyes for atiny, like, i was just waving from afar? but now !! all the shenanigans and tomfoolery is ours (menace!yeosang dot png) you’re such a wonderful person, and i genuinely get so much joy from our friendship and our conversations. i’ll make sure to keep two joker costumes on standby for us should we ever need them 😉 thank you for being such a kind and loving and amazing friend to me, you are stuck with me now sorry (not sorry) ♡

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anna (@lavandulacosmos) - anna !! you are truly one of the sweetest people i’ve ever met !! you bring so much kindness in every interaction i’ve had with you and i almost always leave a conversation with you laughing. you are also so talented, your drawings are so detailed and cool and have so many callbacks hidden within. you truly are atzsource’s government assigned yunho. i’ll always have a second shovel on standby for us when the teezers act up and we need graves. thank you for being so kind and encouraging for all my ideas and tangents ♡

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ann (@seonghwacore) - ann ! you are one of my favourite enablers. you also enjoy my stupid ideas (aka thank you for shopping at vertiny) and that’s plenty enough for me. you’re such a creative force, even if you haven’t had much time / much want recently to create, but i am always in love with your content, no matter what it is. it’s always fun (affectionate) to see the shinestar in you break out bc it’s so understandable. thank you for being silly with me ♡ (my eldritch being says hello to akira btw)

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jules (@gymleader) - jules !! genuinely one of my favourite memories of the year was properly introducing you to onlyoneof and your reactions to it bc #real. i think we also fr need to yap about kingdom hearts together bc you get it and we deserve it !!! you’re always down to talk about anything and everything, so it’s always fun having conversations with you and i hope we can have more in the coming year ♡

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linnea (@excitingsound) - linnea !! you’ve always been so kind and understanding, and i’ve had so much fun getting to know you and be in these fandom spaces with you. i hope you enjoyed diving into tbz and their music. you’ve been a powerhouse in keeping the net steady and keeping up to date with it, and i’ve always enjoyed our conversations, i can’t wait to keep getting to know you more ♡

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shine (@yngseung) - shine !! it’s been so wonderful to reconnect with you this year and get to keep getting to know you. you were one of my first verrer mutuals and i always loved how beautiful your gifs were (still are) and i still like to look back on those as if looking back on photos in a photo album. it’s been fun to get to know you more, talk games with you, concert experiences (still holding out hope for that possible day6 concert !!) and come to understand that we’re on the opposite ends of hot and cold 😭 but fr, thank you for reaching back out to me and wanting to be my friend. i look forward to getting to know even more next year ♡

merry christmas, happy holidays, happy new year, i hope the year is kind to us all, and i can't wait to see what 2025 brings us ♡

[halucynator]

END OF 2023

sorry to anyone who didn't want to be tagged xx

hi! most of you will know me as lucy (unless you're @m3ntallyunstable34 and know my real name lol)

so yes, i am lucy. and this is me reflecting on 2023 on tumblr because it seems like a logical thing to do considering this year sucked like 20% less (one of us is lying reference) because of all my amazing online friends. so yes i guess in a way this is a mutual appreciation post 🫶

@berryzxx you wouldn't believe me when i tell you you were the first mutual i didn't have to be all professional and got to be a crazy bitch with lmao so thank you for not judging me and talking to me like we're besties (we totally are btw bc i said so) mwahh

@longlivestv the loml literally owe my life to you bee 🫶🫶 you are one of the main reasons i'm friends with all of the people i will mention after, so tysm and thank you for being so sweet to me and i love flirting with you /hj ilysm 💗 also if im too young to fall in love why do you keep running through my brain? 😍😍

@loserdiaz one of the very few people i get to openly talk to and not feel weird doing it akshdasjhd ilysm april <33 and youre one of the only people i will ever admit has better pick up lines than me (thats a huge honour btw) so thank you for keeping up with me and flirting with me it makes me feel very special mwahhh and ily and we should totally snuggle by the fireplace you know i made those cookies you like (sab reference) 😍🫶

@weeping-in-the-willows thank you for being the absolute SWEETEST person to me <3 ilysm and btw you were my first discord friend and i'm so honoured about that ajshdnjfe you're so nice and ily and i hope you get everything you want

@theladyinwhite13 thank you for appreciating my unhinged comments and you're one of the few people who deserve to be told that they are funnier than me (i rarely ever give anyone this honour btw so its very special) and i think you might appreciate this reference 'so what if i just wanna be a little out of my mind'

@bodybetters and @its-tortle karo and tortle my beloved <3 ilysm you're like two of the BEST mutuals ever and i was so honoured happy excited (any other positive adjective) when i realised you followed ME back?!? i was literally so ajshdnjfe i can't even put it in words you're like my favourite people on this hellsite (affectionate)

@suugarbabe ajdhhgajsgf my pookie <33 you always stand up for me and ilysm for it youre the nicest to me what did i ever do to deserve you 😭❤️

@patrophthia omg the absolute sweetestt!! youre an angel and ilysm and i hope you have the best life every <33 ilysm thank you for being so nice to me and making me feel valued asjdhajksd i love youu

@theautistmwitch omg idk how youre still sane after hearing to my traumatising jokes 😭 ilysm mwahh❤️thank you for being so sweet to meee it makes me so happy <333 can't wait to traumatise- uh i mean make you laugh even more next year!

@kurtcobainsgreencardigan ajkshdad i had the time of my life 'bullying' [insert their name] (i dont wanna get cancelled yk just in case people actually like them) with you <33 [i mean you technically didn't 'bully' them but we bonded over that] you're so funny and sweet and ily<3

@catastrxblues nadine the loml <33 i LOVED chatting with you and ranting to you and reading your answers to my asks akgdskg im so glad to have you as a mutual and i would love to have some more ranting convos with you in the future haha asdhjhajsh ilysm mwahh <3

@nyctophile-me omg you're so sweet to meee 😭😭😭 ily you're like one of my favourite wives too you're one of the only people i will ever share sab with mwah ❤️❤️ id love to talk to you more next year <3

@magicandmaybe @andi-is-bored @alltheliars and @animallover4000 omg you're all so sweet and ily and we didn't really interact a lot this year but i loved chatting with you on discord 💕

@imperpetuallylost omg ilyy you're so unintentionally (or intentionally?) funny ahsjdnfne and i guess it's inevitable sorry sky but it looks like you (lea not sky) deserve to [redacted] goosebot and it's well deserved ajsjdjdne ily and id love to interact more with you next year <33

@london-affairs literally started talking to you like 5 days ago and we were flirting non stop that's CRAZYYYY ily btw pookie 😍

@m3ntallyunstable34 my literal best friend!! i absolutely love you mwah mwah mwah thank you for being my best friend and dealing with me for 12 years llama im shocked you're not insane yet ahsjsj ilyyyy ❤️

these are the mutuals that made me throw my phone across the room and scream in excitement when i realised THEY followed ME

also i will take this moment to thank all of you for making my year amazing and i love you all so much and i hope you have THE BEST 2024. thank you so much for being a part of my crazy blog i would never have imagined 438 people would find this silly little blog 🫶

@cassiopeiasdaughter @faultsline @underthenightskydreamsneverdie @theostrophywife @slytherinslut0 @imperpetuallylost @themidnightarcher @stvrlighhttt @psychedeliccc @prettybaby-grande @nqds @themidnightarcher @i-miss-you-im-sorry @cottoncandywhispers @svnflowermoon @finalgirllx @fallingforfictionalcharacterss @ashisgreedy @moonffe @suugarbabe @wordsarelife and @xobridgertonblues (i might've tagged some people twice sorryyyy)

[theshypinkflower]

Omg!!! I been thinking this all since my shift and I'm on lunch break right now at the moment. I wanna personally know how you feel about both sal and fox breeding kink?? ♥

obviously they are different from how you explained them in previous questions or headcanonss but do they give each tips about breeding to each other??

Since we all know that fox wants to pound pups in MC (us).

And the headcanons of the fanon kids you made of sal, it makes me wonder if sal hates the burden of having kids but the masculinity in him that his seed being spreads everywhere. I feel like he's the type of man that flexes his fertility to infertile men and how he can still get women pregnant at his age. - 🐀

You my friend have described it so perfectly.

I don’t think they give tips to each other. I mean the only time they talk is at auctions or during streams (mostly just Sal making comments n shit). Really they bond together over the suffering of victims and the absolute blood bath that occurred.

But you are so right that Sal brags about his fertility. Sal hardly cares for his kids (they grew up with a nanny, even before their mom died) but it’s the masculinity of being able to breed. I mean all his other golf buddies (I quote them) don’t get any because their wives don’t want to (I.e. the headache, I’m not feeling it, LITERALLY VALID REASONS), they need Viagra and frankly ordering it and finding the right time to take it is embarrassing, they’re already at the point of infertility, or they’re no longer attracted to their wives (age n such, but divorce is too messy and blah blah blah). Sal’s promiscuity is such a brag. Like Sal can still pick up chicks even with greys coming in and he can still make babies. He so says “guess I just got strong swimmers” (IM CRINGING TYPING THAT OUT). The fact he has 3:8 on girls to boys is also a flex. If he could he’d probably have nothing but boys just like him, but ya know at some point he’s gotta have a girl. He’s at least proud his eldest girl is successful. Sal is pushing 50 and he’ll show up to the country club like, “Ugh, im so tired. I got a newborn at home.” And everyone will just snap their heads and go “AGAIN?!” Cause at some point all his kids start being a massive sign that Sal doesn’t know how to wear a condom. Which btw, Sal hates condoms! He’s so the guy to take a condom off mid sex because it “feels better” (never trust this man with your drink at a bar).

TLDR: yes Sal hates the burden of raising kids (despite not being the one actually raising them) but having so many is such a flex for him

[thepunkmuppet]

UNHOLYVERSE CLOSING THOUGHTS YIPPEEEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

it’s 1am and I’ve finished it :)

the plot was fucking amazing as was the writing, it was like a really really good tv show, or maybe an amazing movie (pt1) and its slightly more deranged sequel (pt2 and 3). I think I definitely preferred all things unholy as a whole, but yeah the next parts really did feel very sequel-like, in that the first one was The Story and the second and third were building on that first core story, expanding the characters and world. which ummmm btw the lore is insane??? so much going on lmfao but I think it all worked really well. the fallout boy stuff was fucking wild though icl because WHAT 💀 I’m also obsessed with the idea of god talking to frank in the form of the cardinal dream, that worked soooo well and still leaving it open at the end is great. I’m so glad frank and gerard got a happy ending, I ship those stupid twats SO hard I’m literally clawing at the walls they make me INSANE RRAAHHHH!!! icl I really didn’t care about mikey and ray’s romance like at all but it worked as a source of conflict and was pretty cute

I kind of forgot it was meant to be mcr fanfic for a while lmfao, which brings me on to I guess the most important part which is my main takeaway on the whole rpf thing

as I’ve said in a post before, I really struggle to picture voices and faces accurately in my head when reading. well except when it comes to buffyverse characters, but that’s just because those shows are so deeply ingrained into my psyche forever that istg I could literally channel buffy summers at this point and just become her. lmfao but yeah I really struggle with that! so when I’m reading, I just kind of create a vibe, a vague mind’s-eye image of a character, it’s very hard to explain. so for me these frank, gerard, mikey, etc characters were subconsciously already way far removed from the real people, like I had to consciously make an effort to make them sound and look exactly like them in my head. but like I said, it felt like a real piece of media like a tv show or something, so to me the unholyverse characters are just that - characters. it really felt like mcr playing movie roles lmfao which I was perfectly happy with. the romance and other relationships were written soooooo well, the real problem was ofc the smut!

I don’t like smut in general, not in a judgy or censor-y way, I just get no joy or kick out of reading it and all it does is make me feel awkward. but with rpf smut, even though I see unholyverse frank and gerard as fictional characters, I can’t ignore the fact that THIS IS FULLY EXPLICIT WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY PORN BEING WRITTEN ABOUT REAL PEOPLE 💀 read it write it all you want, personally I find it uncomfortable and it just doesn’t do anything for me. made me think too much about the fact that it WAS rpf, yk?? got me thinking about the real frank and gerard and how fucking weird it would be to read smth like that about yourself idk, also the fact they have wives and kids…. 😟 gosh idk it was very very well-written smut, it just made me so icked out the more I thought about it

but anyway, OVERALL: I loved it. it was so good, will definitely reread, bookmark, and think about it for a very very very long time. possibly scream and cry and tear my hair out too, idk. part 1 was my favourite by a long shot, it’s so iconic, and feels pretty removed from parts 2 and 3 in a nice way that makes it feel like a movie and its strange sequel. I’ve discovered I like rpf when it’s good and when it’s a complete au and the people feel like original fictional characters in their own right. I don’t enjoy rpf smut, though, AT ALL, which isn’t a surprise bc I don’t enjoy smut in general, the rpf aspect just made it way more uncomfy for me personally. kind of feel the need now to bleach my brain out and consume normal mcr content just to remind myself of the disconnect between unholyverse frerard and the real people lmfao

OH ALSO THAT

I do NOT ship frerard irl, that shit’s fucking weird don’t do it. yes there is a difference between fic like this and saying two married friends and colleagues in real life are actually in love with and attracted to each other. I do for sure ship unholyverse frerard, as I’ve said they’re fictional characters to me