#all thanks to this silly horse song

[kweendodongo]

Okay a good question for Zelda fans. Does any particular track elicit such heart-wrenching nostalgia that it brings you to tears?

[bringbackmaes14]

My favorite moments from the Epic: The Musical Ithaca Saga Premiere Livestream (in no particular order):

Armando and Jay doing the macarena during Luck Runs Out

Also during Luck Runs Out when Odysseus says "let me pull you aside then I need to talk to you in private" and Jay pulled Armando to the side of the room in a very silly flirty manner and then immediately pretended to smack the shit out of him

Talya and Jay swapping lip sync roles during There Are Other Ways

Troy standing on the table and twerking during Dangerous

Everyone pretending to row during Full Speed Ahead

Luke acting like the cyclops during the cyclops saga, and reprising the role during Circe and Odysseus' fight in Done For

Mason and Jay ballroom dancing during No Longer You

Jay and his mom swaying together during Anticlea's part of The Underworld

Jay's dad messing up lip syncing Hephaestus' part of God Games and laughing about it

During Legendary, Mico is clearly on screen lip syncing as Telemachus but Jay keeps typing in chat "Where's Mico?" And "Mico it sucks we couldn't get you here"

Jay trying to hold Mico in his lap during Just A Man

Steven Rodriguez' cast message between the showing of the Vengeance Saga and the Ithaca Saga

Jay wearing ten billion pairs of glasses during Just a Man and then later in chat saying that whenever he wears glasses that means he's being serious (so obviously we can interpret that Just a Man was super serious)

During Get In the Water Mason kept trying to hand Jay a tiny fork clearly trying to mime Poseidon's trident but then it also seemed like he hadn't actually watched the Six Hundred Strike animatic before because he never ended up handing the fork to Jay and his jaw dropped when Odysseus started stabbing Poseidon, at which point Jay picked up Mason's tiny fork off the table and mimed stabbing Poseidon, much to Mason's amusement

KJ jumping around on and crawling over the couch attacking random people with pillows during Scylla

So many viewers spamming the chat with pancake emojis during Survive

Mason pretending to turn into a pig during Puppeteer

Luke pretending to be the magical boar during Warrior of the Mind

JP pretending to be the cow during Mutiny

The grocery bag that they filled with air and tied up and threw around as "the wind bag" during Keep Your Friends Close and Dangerous

Jay and Luke actually pretending to game as Telemachus and Antinous during Little Wolf with what seemed to be switch controllers

The cast using one of said switch controllers as a stand in for the baby in The Horse and The Infant

Everyone applauding at the end of Charybdis when Odysseus is singing "Penelope" but then going "wait wait" and freaking out when Odysseus starts going backwards. Then Get in the Water started and Poseidon said "There you are. Coward." and Jay yelled "IT'S STEVEN!!!!!" and everyone cheered

Jay just absolutely tackling Mico in a hug at the climax of I Can't Help But Wonder

The entire cast trying to be excited and hyped at the end of the stream while saying goodbye/thank you but all of them had been crying/sobbing through the last two beautiful songs so they all just were wiping their eyes and noses and some of them just could not pull it together enough to look at the camera (looking at Luke Holt and Earle Gresham Jr. affectionately) so it was a very emotional excited goodbye

[togament]

omgggggg togame with a breeding kink i 🫣 if he can take care of choji of course he could take care of a baby

hello, anon! first off, holy shit thank you for planting that idea in my brain. togame with a breeding kink is making me THINK THINGS.

" togame didn’t realize he had a breeding kink until you put the offer on the table. now it’s all he wants to do to you. "

𝐂���𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : BREEDING KINK TOGAME TIME HOLY FUUUUCK, slight praise + degradation combo if you squint, fem! reader, mating press, slight choking, reader is kind of a brat but togame can manage, crying over how good it feels, togame’s going feral, togame’s breeder ballz, togame’s horse cock, togame.

you know the drill. MDNI under the cut. if you’re under 18, shoo shoo now please and thank you.

“I kinda want a baby,” you say as your sunk into your plush couch, sounds ranging from 2 second long clips of popular pop songs to ridiculous soundbytes emanate from your phone while you mindlessly scroll through your instagram reels. your eyes don’t meet togame’s but you can just feel him staring at you with eyes larger than saucers.

you feel the couch dipping when he moves to see you clearer. “woah, babe. where’s this all comin’ from?” he purred with a light lilt to his voice, already set to tease you about it. he’s placing his phone down on the coffee table to face you fully on the couch.

you got his attention.

“I mean… you can handle choji right? if you can take care of him, then you can definitely take care of a baby,” you follow suit, placing your phone on top of his on the table, mirroring him as you face him too. “just thought you’d be a great dad and all.”

‘—a great dad…’ he echoes in his mind. that… sounds appealing to him somehow.

“babies don’t beat people up senselessly, do they?” he jokes. it’s his own silly way of lightening up the mood because huh? that was such a serious subject to open up about. but then he’s met with silence and you reaching out to take your phone back from the coffee table.

oh. oh you were serious about it.

he fucked up there.

you feel his larger hand cover yours before you even touch your phone. with a chuckle, his voice lowers into a soft drawn out tone. it’s like he’s cooing at you. “hmm. ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’, bunny?” a smile ghosts his features, an eyebrow raised at you with his head angled towards you. while he’s waiting for you to cool down (it doesn’t take long), he’s raising your hand to his lips, he presses kisses on the back of it without looking away from you for a second.

he wants you to know he’s serious too. albeit a bit more… eager than he’d hoped he’d seem.

“…you know what i mean, idiot,” you add with a roll of your eyes. pulling your hand away, you effortlessly pivot yourself to straddle his lap on the couch. he lets out a small hum with his large hands squeezing your ass cheeks. you can feel his thumbs digging into your hip bones, guiding you to move on his now hardened cock through his gray sweatpants.

“i wanna hear it from your lips though,” he guides you to circle your hips, earning a soft sigh from him when you wordlessly comply. “let me ask it again,” his thumbs reach into your shirt to rub at the skin of your hips. your hips seem like they got a mind of its own. staring down at your boyfriend, you swear there’s a different type of glow to them.

he already knew what you wanted to do when you placed your phone over his and not beside it.

“you want me to take care of ‘a baby’ or ‘our baby’?” he purrs, feeling you soak through your panties. his sweatpants have two darker spots on them now, right under where you’re grinding and one just above it. already succumbing to the pleasure, you shamelessly, deliciously start grinding harder, your hands behind you and steady on his knees. letting go of your hip, he thumbs your clit while you continue riding him. you let out a yelp.

“hm? well, baby? you just gonna ride me dry and leave me hangin’?”

a beat.

“o-our baby.” you moan, throwing your head back while you continue soaking through your shorts, your panties. “our baby, togame- fuck-“

withdrawing his thumb harshly from your clit, he purrs. “good fucking girl.”

expertly maneuvering you so he could have you underneath him on the couch, his hand yanks your panties so they’re just hanging from your ankle. dipping lower, he presses kisses along your clothed chest and down, down towards your sopping wet pussy. licking and gently biting on your inner thigh, he looks up at you to speak once more. “Imma need you to scream that shit later, alright doll? I want the neighbors to know yer getting a baby put in ya.”

"so we throwin' the condoms away now?" he teases, motioning over to the side of your bed where you leave boxes upon boxes of condoms. you're both on the bed now, clothes haphazardly shed around your apartment. he's prepped you on the couch earlier, eating you out until you were an absolute quivering mess. your thighs are littered with hickies, bites and small crescents from his nails from when you tried to move away -- you were sensitive but he knew you could handle it.

he's hovering over you, staring down at you so lovingly you almost want him to cuddle you instead. his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean into it, staring back up at him. FUCK. OKAY. gotta keep your head in the game.

you're trying to get bred and your boyfriend is more than willing to do so. "just shut up and fuck a baby into me already-" you groan, hooking your legs over his waist to pull him closer to you. he's painfully hard right now and he so desperately needs that hot wet warmth envelop him but.. what's this? attitude when he's giving you what you want?

he knows your little game. he's gonna play into it like the great boyfriend that he is.

"okaaay, okay. jesus, baby. tryna let me fuck that attitude outta ya?" his hand ghosts along your neck, caressing it before giving it a light squeeze. your smaller hand caresses his forearm.

"should I just get up and leave?" you add, squeezing his forearm, making him squeeze just a bit harder. "I said what I said."

he huffs when he feels your ankles digging into his lower back. "bossy," reaching down, he pumps his cock a few times before painting the pre on your folds. he's licking his lips now, loving the slick that's coating his thick, mushroom tip. "but that's why I fell in love with you." dripping lube onto your pussy and his tip now, he moves.

no prep, no easing in, no whispered assurances. he's fully sheathed inside of you now; he's curved upwards and to the right so he's definitely, definitely pressing up against the spongey part, moving slightly just to caress it from the inside. his pubes pressing tightly against your core as he stills for a brief moment, breathing in through his teeth with a 'hsssss'. "hhhaaa-! god, you feel so good-" gripping your hips and guiding you to place your legs on the insides of his elbows, leaning closer to you, pressing deeper.. deeper. "i think i'm boutta bust-", he's managed to sneak another teasing jab at you before you slap his chest with a soft thud.

"don't you fucking da-Aah~!" you attempt to nag him before he has you folded into the mattress, held into a mating press with his larger and steady frame. his thick member fucks into you and you yelp, digging your nails into his shoulders. you're sensitive, extremely so. after cumming on his tongue thrice earlier, how couldn't you be? y

ou can feel his balls slapping against your ass. "s-good!!!!" your voice goes unheard, already cock drunk while your lover's fully concentrated on give you what the both of you so desperately want. he doesn't respond. he's moving so harshly the bed shakes and creaks. the headboard rhythmically bumping against the wall above you. his thrusts are far from how he usually fucks you though. it's like he's a different demon now.

it's like he's on a mission.

of course he is. he's out to breed you, remember?

with every thrust, every roll of his hips, you can feel he's been holding this back. how he never asked to take you without a condom on, always waiting for you to speak up first. he's savoring it. sweat drips from his curly black hair and down to your chest, naked bodies writhing on the clean sheets of your bed.

it'll no longer be clean when he's done with you.

"i fuckin' love you," he mumbles against your neck, licking a line up to your ear and he whispers hotly, "i love fuckin' you. yer cunt's droolin' fer me, bunny. want that baby so badly?" his voice grows hot against your neck but then you feel his hand snake between the both of you, pinching and rubbing your clit until you're tightening around him even more. "ye-yes," you whimper quietly, meeting his emerald eyes before he rubs faster, FASTER. "remember what I asked, sweetie? i need you to scream. need the neighbors t'hear y--" "fuck-yes!! put a baby in me togame please, oh fucking PLEASE..!!" you scream and beg, earning a satisfied togame.

"that's my girl," he coos, rubbing your clit and thrusting into you deeper and harder, his fat tip pressing kisses on your cervix.

with the mixed sensation of your pussy clenching around him and his throbbing length buried inside you, he feels like he's about to-

"c-cum.. I'm gonna fuckin' cum. where d'ya want me, baby?" he says between thrusts. he stops rubbing your clit for a moment to spit on his hand to rub you again. "fuckin' scream for me."

"inside! cum inside me please!" you do as you're told. he's rolling your clit between his thumb and forefinger to coax out another reaction from you. his eyes never leaving your sweating and writhing form. "l-look at me when I'm cumming-filling this tight pussy up-- put that baby in y-" his thrusts grow sharper, sloppier, you keep your eyes trained onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders. "sh-it!! I love you-uughh!" a groan escapes his lips as he fills you for the first time. his hand stills on your clit while he's steadily sheathed inside you, spilling and throbbing. the warmth is addicting. you follow suit, squirting and tightening around his thick length, back arching from the bed. you tremble underneath him while you both come down from your high.

with a sigh, he barely holds his weight up on his elbows, hovering over you. he leans down to press a loving, sweaty kiss on your lips though.

"happy?" he asks, still breathless.

the brightest of smiles paint your lips before you respond. "let's do that again." "idiot." ♡⋆˙

a/n: hhehegreehhehe togame. send tweet. tysvm for reading through this and extra tysvm for anon ;v;

p.s: landlord fucking hates you and togame btw lol constant noise complaint after noise complaint. iykyk.

[pherson-of-the-year]

Nominees for 2024 Pherson of the Year

Below the cut are all 64 nominees for Pherson of the Year. All of these were submitted by at least one person. Thank you all for being so silly with it!

I have put all of the nominees in a tournament bracket with the use of a random number generator, the polls will start soon!

@steveandscraggy

@danrifics

@talecia the aussie interviewer

@rpftourney

the pheal

the WAD hat

Kyle's blood (from the ass bleed)

Rick the manager

the phlit

Dragon City

lion

Teddy the tiny horse

@queenusagiblog

the Gerard Way cutout

Sarah

Raven Brunner of People magazine

The venue that served Phan inspired drinks in America

the fandometrics ship list

silverfoxphil on youtube

Nurse Susan who thought Dan was Phil's son

@blossomedsloth, nbsii OP

NordVPN Bluesky account

Adelaide radio presenter

SuperSeizer

@pseudophan

the goat demon

NordVPN

@phandomgives

@lizardsmp3

@ahappydnp

Kakuna

@0nlyhere4phil

@reunitedinterlude

h3llclownz on twitter

golden pig

@freckliedan

anon who sent cat and bear children's book to ahappydnp

@emojackolantern

PJ and Sophie

Kurtis Conner

the phouse builders

MCR and FOB performing at WWWY

yeehaw odyssey outfit

pvc tracksuit

duneussy popcorn bucket

phoala backpack

@dnpbeats

the golden koala from tit australia

the person who stole the tit prop in copenhagen

Dalien

the tit set

Natasha Jokic of Buzzfeed

Josh Hutcherson

WAD orange heart tweet

@antiadvil

@dykephan

@wdapteo

Relatable

Phil's hairdresser

Catboy socks

The song married life from up

Phil's green shorts

The nun costume

Jedus

[onlyangel4]

cowboy like me. ls2. smau.

logan sargeant x cowgirl/small town country singer!reader

in which logan thinks he has lost everything but a trip to the south helps him find the love of his life.

author's note: grant is a fictional character, for this he is one of logan's best friends.

faceclaim: ella langley

y/ninsta

liked by y/bff, friend1, friend2 and 431 others

tagged: y/bff

y/ninsta: life lately

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y/bff: has nutmeg decided to not be a dick anymore

y/ninsta: how many times do i have to apologise for my horse

y/bff: she almost killed me!

friend1: can't wait to see you perform this weekend, gonna cheer embarrassingly loud

y/ninsta: i'll take all the support i can get

logansargeant posted a story tagging grantwilson

written: trusting grant with directions was a bad idea, we are 100% lost right now

y/ninsta posted a story

written: playing here tonight, if you loved me you would show up and listen to my silly little songs

y/ninsta posted a story

written: tonight's fit

logansargeant posted a story

written: recharging with some live music in nashville

y/ninsta posted a story

written: about to introduce a man to nutmeg, this is going to end terribly

logansargeant posted two stories

story one written: this is nutmeg. shortly after this photo was taken nutmeg tried to kill me. i shall be riding a different horse today

story two written: this is billy, he didn't try to kill me

y/ninsta posted a story

written: i am once again riding nutmeg because she tries to kill everyone but me

grantwilson posted a story tagging logansargeant

written: i just picked logan up from the ranch, this trip is going just how i planned it

y/ninsta posted a story

written: i think i clean up pretty well

logansargeant

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tagged: y/ninsta

logansargeant: three months ago grant forced me on a roadtrip that i did not want to go on. and i ended up never going back to florida. i was at a very low point mentally and i had no idea what my next step was going to be but meeting you changed my life.

y/n your light has helped me in ways you will never understand, thank you for always being around to listen, for teaching me how to ride a horse and always being up for fun little adventures. i love you so much and i can't wait to see what the future brings us

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y/ninsta: i am obsessed with you

logansargeant: promise me, i am more obsessed with you

grantwilson: just call me cupid

logansargeant: no

y/ninsta: no

alexalbon: so the man that used to make fun of me for having a zoo now lives with animals

y/ninsta: two horses, three dogs, two cats and two rabbits

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@bibissparkles

@milkysoop

@hadids-world

@callsignwidow

@barcelonaloverf1life

@queen-of-the-hunt

@piastrams

@kravitzwhore

@a-beaverhausen

@fangirlforever2000

@formulaal

@azeal-peal

@magical-spit

@that-one-little-soybean

@raizelchrysanderoctavius

@zatarias-pandora

@unknownmystery22

@anotheranotherblogwoah

@leclercdream

@charlesgirl16

@kikiki04

@dullypully

@awritingtree

@stylesmoonlight12

@pippyth3hippy

@hc-dutch

@whosra

@lancestrollsgf

@dying-inside-but-its-classy

@vulkaari

@random-human02

@daisyfreecs

@fandommaniac07

@mbioooo0000

@novelswithariana

@exotic-iris13

@natashaalinovaromanoff1984

@colmathgames2

@ajordan2020

@sltwins

@nichmeddar

[akirathedramaqueen]

There's one piece of concept art that made me see the entire Apology Tour disaster in a different light.

So, we've been talking with @warblogs17282 about Stolitz and how their break-up ended up playing out in the 'Apology Tour' episode.

Why ended up? Well, there's a collection of concept art which, to my limited understanding of this craft, is one of the first steps in the production process of animation. This post by @birdy-babe includes a great chunk of it, shared by artists after the episodes aired (like storyboards, but much more stylised, showing how different some original ideas were). Long story short, one of the concept arts from the 'Apology Tour' episode suggests their quarrel was originally meant to be much harsher.

A short summary of the concept art to see what we are dealing with

In the background, you see a lot of apology postcards and silly cutesy stationery, suggesting Blitzø is in the middle of his Apology Tour.

The contact name isn't 'Stols' but 'Bird Dick,' implying their relationship is at an earlier stage, with less respect—at least on Blitzø's part.

There's a photo partially cut by the edge of the messages screen. From the signature gloves and boots, cowboy hat covering Blitzø's private parts, and visible nipples, it appears to be a nude image—replaced in later stages of development with stupid gay affirmation memes (as hard as it is to believe, I couldn't imagine there could be anything worse than the Striker horse gay jokes... well, it could, my dudes, it fucking COULD).

There are three messages, one of which is unsent:

"Stolas, cum awwwwwwn, u no u want it :)"—likely attached to the nude;

"Dude just talk to me"—desperation crawls in; he finally realises the shit has hit the fan;

"Im sowwy :("—an apology, but the text remains unsent, perhaps because it seems pointless, given that the 'Not Delivered' notifications and warning signs indicate Stolas has blocked his number.

Why do I find this fascinating, and why does it fill me with immense hope?

Because they still fucking care so much, and neither has completely closed the door on the other. By comparing the concept art to the final product, you can see how many intentional choices were made in dialogue, visuals, and behaviour to make it clear that these two idiots still want things to continue. Stolitz is meant to fucking live.

Now, if you want to see some comparisons—evidence, really—let's dive into each other's changes, focusing on what we can gather from the concept art.

Blitzø's side

Change 1—thank gods, no nudes. The gay memes are sillier and a bit lighter. Of course, they still showcase utter disrespect, a horrible prejudice against sexuality, and a poor understanding of how deeply Stolas was hurt, but I find them... less bad.

Change 2—no more 'Bird Dick.' Blitzø has actually come up with a real nickname for Stolas! Feelings are boring for you, huh, Blitzø? I can almost hear the song’s lines: "O-oh, hooked, addicted you might say, conflicted in a way…"

Change 3—Blitzø's attempts to apologize now show much more contemplation. Since Stolas hasn’t blocked him, Blitzø knows his words aren’t just being thrown into the void. Although the 'unsent' detail remains, it now carries real weight and impact.

All three changes are seen in these two GIFs.

He knows he did wrong. He knows he wants to salvage it. He might not yet know how to do it healthily, but he tries—he tries so fucking hard!

Look at the range of raw, cutting emotions as he speaks to Stolas and finally delivers his apology—probably the only one he genuinely meant. Well, maybe except for Verosika, a bit later.

It's not that it's hard for Blitzø to say 'sorry'—we've seen him do it a lot lately. He's actually quick to apologise and take responsibility, so Stolas's remark about him not feeling any remorse couldn’t be further from the truth. But the fact that he isn't running away this time—chasing after Stolas and trying his best to mend things—is drastically different from how he treated Verosika back then.

Stolas's side

Here’s the moment that struck me deep. It’s the only change, since the concept art shows Blitzø’s POV, but it’s such a significant one.

Do you think Stolas has moved on? Do you think he’s done with Blitzø? Not convinced, even when he’s literally singing about still wanting Blitzø?

Well, here’s your proof—he didn’t block Blitzø. They scrapped that.

More than that, the entire interaction emphasizes that Stolas isn’t pushing Blitzø away for good.

How do I know this? Stolas is very insistent on using phrases like 'for now,' 'right now,' and 'now' throughout his attempts to tell Blitzø off.

Here are some citations:

"I was hoping my lack of 'ha-ha's' in response to the photos you sent me would be an indicator I didn't want to talk right now."

"Seeing you right now is hard!"

"I'm tired of this! I'm uncomfortable with how you're speaking to me now!"

Why is this so important? Because he isn’t asking Blitzø to leave him forever. All he’s asking for is time.

Even while hurt, Stolas gives Blitzø plenty of chances to explain himself civilly. Look at the hopeful glances each time Blitzø shows any glimpse of genuineness.

Stolas fucking hopes Blitzø will take back all the cruel things said and brash actions done.

You know, Stolas... I've spent the entirety of this morning listening to love ballads, and that was...

For what?! You want me to be like, "Oh sorry, this entire time I assumed the worst because I was convinced a prince could never love someone like me and I've let my self-hatred stop me from apologising to anyone I could ever care about!"

You see the furrowed brows and the sad look? Stolas hopes for the best... but gets the worst because Blitzø isn’t there yet.

I’d even go so far as to say Stolas is acutely aware that Blitzø uses his brashness as a shield to protect himself. He literally sang about it in 'Just Look My Way.'

Unless it's me? And no matter what in this world I could give, it's not enough to get through these walls you've conjured up to live.

So, what gives?

Is this the behaviour of people who want to give up on a relationship they still clearly hold dear?

No. Even when they’re angry, aggressive, hurt, or drunk, they still seek understanding and forgiveness. They continue to listen and try.

They might lack the skills and may choose the wrong time, place, or words to express what truly matters...

One person, scared of being rejected so much that he unconsciously conveys this message by saying, "You don’t have to stay here with me," and carrying it throughout the whole conversation...

The other, coming to terms with his feelings, admits them, and his fears, a bit too late—when his romantic interest is too drunk to comprehend anything…

And in both cases—self-loathing, self-hatred, doubts, scars, trauma… and a lack of hope.

But there is hope. No, this is reassurance, my folks.

You know when it's hardest to stay in a relationship? When it’s hardest to come and say, "I am sorry," when it’s hardest to still love the person?

When you’re hurt. When they’ve hurt you.

And, despite that, you still come to them and still want to talk to them.

If this isn’t ironclad evidence that this is more than just a fling or a couple of fun sex dates, I don’t know what is.

And the 'Apology Tour' fucking proves it, rather than ruins it. It only strengthens the point. It’s easy to live in happiness, but it’s so hard to go through it while you’re in pain. When you see them doing that, you realise it means everything to them.

Stolitz is to live.

[strangegutz]

Man wtf are people on about, first of all that song is super catchy thank you for introducing me to it, secondly my god how little tact to people have to go one someones art post and leave rude comments about their taste in music? Like they do understand you aren’t their friend right? Saying they hate it (lighthearted) doesnt come across the way they think it does to a complete stranger. Im an artist and ive had people leave what are clearly supposed to be cutesy snarky comments on my post (including i think even the lighthearted or genuine tone tags) and like my god it just killed my motivation. Like there is a real person behind the screen seeing that comment, someone who isnt your friend. Would you just go up to someone minding their business and go hey i think your outfit is weird as fuck haha but in a lighthearted way! Jesus i swear no one has any manners anymore

EVERYONE LISTEN TO THE LISA OST NOW!!

you're so right for this, theres a Playful Rudeness epidemic and it pisses me off so bad. Especially when you match the energy back and they hit you with the "um well I was kidding :/" like oh, we're not playing anymore? Is it real now that I've replied to you? lol. I've gotten so much worse than this in terms of Playful Rudeness and man, I'd prefer if people would just be a full on asshole to me

Alright, like, people saying they're scared of my choice of the Lisa grunting track (Work Harder) is whatever. but goddamn, I'm not used to the whole "all attention is good attention" thing and having a hundred tags being like "why the fuck did you pick this music" is driving me crazy, especially when like. It's a silly track. I know it's a silly track. Do you seriously not see that the sample used is purposely goofy. The sample itself was an inside joke with the Lisa dev IIRC. Though, I've seen people on this website have the same reaction to the track 666 Kill Chop Deluxe which is an even more insane track to be "scared" of IMO, so I guess i was asking for this to happen eventually, lol

Not to get on my Artist High Horse here, but the most irritating is people saying something like "cool doll but what the fuck is the music i hate the music unmute at your own risk" like man, alright, look, I made a video of myself making a demon woman doll with a fetish hood and a cigarette, and I chose Work Harder as my backing track. I made an intentional choice as an artist, and if you can't meet me in the middle for this less-than-2-minute video, then perhaps my work isnt for you? Idk, mute it and play Taylor Swift over it if you want. Or maybe this, if it's less scary. But now my art has a completely different vibe than I intended. it feels so dumb to say this about Work Harder but i guess if you gotta shave off the edges to swallow my work, do it, and thanks for the reblogs!

All of my friends encourage me to start cracking down on rude (or just annoying) commenters, it's hard but ooohhhh i'm certainly creeping closer

tldr:

[paperstorm]

Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet and @corsage! Have a slightly longer snippet than usual to introduce you to a musician AU I am in the very very early stages of working on. ([Band name] redacted only because I haven't settled on one yet 😂 My dumb brain that loves a pun keeps suggesting Strand and Deliver but that's too silly)

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TK blinks. For a moment, he’s sure he heard wrong. “A tour?”

“Limited American, to start,” Billy says. “And then expanding to Europe if we can, depending on ticket sales.”

With another blink and a dumbfounded shake of his head, TK reiterates, “You want me to go on a world tour? When I literally just got out of rehab?”

Billy frowns. “Oh, is there like … more shit you need to do? With that?”

“I – not, there isn’t …” TK babbles, unable to adequately voice why he’s reacting this way, because really, Billy isn’t wrong. He finished his 30 days. It’s been two weeks on top of that, and he’s stayed away from anything stronger than a regular strength Tylenol for the headache he had last Thursday. He’s not on probation, he’s not being required to do another month in some kind of halfway house. The only thing on his calendar for the foreseeable future is rotting on his couch with a bowl of cereal and binging some sitcom he’s already watched a million times. He doesn’t really have a good reason that he shouldn’t jump right back into work, he just wasn’t expecting it to happen. He hasn’t even reconnected with his band, yet.

“I’m not gonna force you to do anything,” Billy tells him, folding his hands on his desk and looking at TK with a furrowed brow. “If you don’t think you’re ready, we can put all this on hold until you are.”

“But?” TK asks, sensing there’s a big one coming.

Sniffing loudly, Billy’s hands transfer to his keyboard. It clacks noisily in the quiet room as he types, and then he rotates the monitor so TK can see the screen.

The sight that greets him is a Google search of his own name, and as Billy slowly presses the down arrow on his keyboard, TK’s eyes travel over headline after headline – Musician TK Strand seen emerging from upstate drug and alcohol rehabilitation facility, and Lead singer of [band name] checks out of rehab; fans wonder what’s next for the group, and [Band name]’s critically acclaimed album dropped almost eight months ago, here’s why no one’s heard from them since.

He gets stuck for a moment on a particularly cruel one, questioning whether the band will have what it takes to pick up where they left off after a widely publicized relapse derailed what should have been their biggest tour to date.

“The most surefire way to shut all this up, is to get right back on the horse,” Billy says, in a voice that’s serious but not unkind. “You’ve still got an album full of new songs that your fans are dying to hear live, it’s just a few months later than it was supposed to be.”

“They don’t think I’ve got what it takes.” TK nods toward the computer screen.

Billy rotates it back toward himself so TK can’t see it anymore. “They’re wrong.”

“What if they’re not?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I guess,” TK concedes, swallowing over his dry throat.

“There’s one more thing.”

“Okay.”

“The label suggested it, just so’s you know.”

“God, what?” TK groans, expecting the worst.

“If you agree to this tour, they want to pick your opener.”

“Oh.” TK frowns. It’s not nearly as bad as some of the things he was imagining. “That’s all?”

Pursing his lips, Billy asks, “You heard of Carlos Reyes?”

The name sounds vaguely familiar, but TK doesn’t recognize it well enough to be positive as he asks, “Carlos … wait, that song that’s been all over TikTok? That people are like hoedown dancing to?”

“That’s the one.”

“He’s a country singer,” TK says, stating what surely must be obvious.

“He is,” Billy agrees without further explanation.

“I don’t feel like we’ll have a ton of crossover fans.”

“He is up and coming.”

“Does he even have more than that one shitty song?”

Billy turns to his keyboard again and shows TK the guy’s Wikipedia page. He’s a year younger than TK and handsome in that wholesome, good Southern boy sort of way, complete with a cross necklace glinting against his clearly shaved chest. As Billy scrolls to the bottom, TK’s gaze catches the information that the lead guitarist and bass player for Reyes’s travelling band are a married couple, and TK barely holds in a scoff.

“He has two albums and an EP,” Billy points out. “He just hasn’t really taken off much, until now.”

Annoyed, TK asks, “And the label thinks, what, we can’t put asses in seats anymore without some lame TikTok star? That I can’t?”

“He’s not a TikTok star, he’s a musician with a growing fanbase. And he’s got a reputation that is not, unlike yours at the moment, covered in shit,” Billy explains in a no-nonsense voice.

“Right.” TK huffs and slides back in his chair. “So, that’s what this is. I was high at a Grammy party three months ago and now my name is mud, so the label wants me to bring some Mouseketeer in a cowboy hat along to calm the shareholders down.”

“I doubt they’d put it exactly that way.” Billy exhales and shrugs. “But basically, yeah. That’s the long and short of it. Reyes and his band are good clean fun, whereas people are still circulating pictures of you almost puking on Ariana Grande, so they’re not willing to put up the money for the tour unless you agree to bring him with you.”

“Fabulous,” TK mutters. “What could go wrong.”

“For the sake of your future in this business, you better hope absolutely fucking nothing,” Billy warns, and it still isn’t unkind, but he isn’t joking.

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[butchbarneygumble]

Imagine how I must feel as one of the only fans of Mighty Magiswords. You know. A headcanons-and-fanfic kind of fan. I even cosplayed Prohyas once.

Of course, it's nothing compared to what the actual victims went through... I'm fine. But it still felt like a part of my identity has been permanently soured. I don't want to seem like I somehow have it worse, that's not my intention. Nothing bad happened to me personally. I'm only posting my own side of how I deal with the situation, to get some closure myself and show solidarity with the victims.

I don't admire him anymore, and that's putting it lightly.

Full story under cut. Content warning for non-graphic discussion of csa.

The news came to me from my ex-but-still-friend. He told me privately, out of nowhere, just dropped it on me. Like, "Hey, sorry to tell you, but the guy you like got arrested for csa". However, I am glad he told me rather than me having to find out on my own.

The news hit me, and I felt nothing in my body. I usually would get this painful fight-or-flight all through my body whenever I read something that upset me, something I've been training myself to get better with. But right now? I just felt like... "huh. That happened." It helped a lot that Magiswords wasn't my fixation of the moment. And like... it's been like I've been slipping away from it. Like I didn't need it anymore.

More and more people were talking about him, and it wasn't positive. Who? Kyle.

I talked to him. Personally, like many people did. He never acted weird to me. I admired him. I loved his art, sent him physical fanart, all that stuff. I knew more than one person said he was not trustworthy but hey, he made a show that saved my life, so it was a constant struggle between feeling like I had to pick sides. I was going through hell by virtue of my dad being terminally sick and needing constant care, so I was gonna ignore the red flags and enjoy my silly sword show that brought me such joy.

Even if as time went on it started get harder and harder.

But you know what a certain depressed horse show said? When you're wearing rose coloured glasses, red flags just look like flags.

I now think dodged a bullet.

What emotions do I feel? Betrayal. Anger. Disgust. Disappointment.

The irony about it all. The sheer painful irony of blacklisting somebody for *drawings*, and then going behind everybody's back to actually hoard *actual* csa, and revenge porn, and all sorts of nasty stuff. For the record: there is nothing wrong with being put off or disgusted by specific sorts of drawings. But the irony here is what's most painful to me. I do not like people using this as a "gotcha" for either side of this tired argument. It's disrespectful to the actual victims.

People say I can easily seperate art from the artist if I want to but... right now I don't think I want to. He's in every pore of its identity. I do not want to talk or think about Magiswords right now, and I don't know if I ever will again.

It meant so much to me. Prohyas felt like Me. Being a goofy capable adult who doesn't stop collecting things he likes just cuz he's an adult. I thought I was trans for a while and the euphoria of relating to Prohyas helped that. Then he got lowkey confirmed nonbinary and I was over the moon.

It was good. Emphasis on "was".

And to the man himself I have one thing to say: you're another one in a long history of cartoon artists who end up being unsavoury, slimy people, taking advantage of young people, especially girls, in the animation industry. Not something to be proud of. I know we talked and you seemed perfectly okay to me, personally. All I can think is thank god it never went beyond casual chats.

I guess I can finally say I never liked the joke about Vambre not liking pants. Sure, sensory issues exist, but I doubt that was the intention of the design. I have deleted my sideblog where I chronicled ooc screencaps of the show and deleted my little spotify playlist of songs that reminded me of the show. I don't want to finish my longfic where Prohyas and Flonk fell in love anymore. I can't even change it into ocs because it's just so ingrained in the show's lore. So yeah, there's that.

I'll be fine. When the news hit I took it surprisingly well. I was going to an Alestorm concert and it was the most fun I had in ages. So yeah, I've got Christopher Bowes and His Plate of Beans to fill the void of comedy music. Was fixating on Simpsons already so there's that in terms of cartoons. I'm fine.

All I can say is my heart goes out to all the victims, and I'm deeply sorry I didn't see you sooner. I hope you can heal and have some semblance of closure now that he's gotten arrested. My heart goes out to all of you and again, I am so so sorry. I wish you all the love and healing.

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disney!jjk men x gn!reader (as always if i slip up pls lmk<3) Ft. toji, choso, sukuna and kento !!

a/n: just something that spawned because I was thinking abt Choso as tarzan … yum

Toji as Robert Philip

“What the fuck? Did you just summon that bird?”

“No, silly - summoning is for witches! I called the bird so it can deliver your flowers.” You chirped, grinning far too happily at him for his liking as you watched the bird fly away with the bouquet of flowers you’d “bought”.

(The guy selling them had given you a 100% discount because he’d overheard Toji refused to buy them and told you that you “deserved better”)

“How’re they supposed to know where she lives, idiot?” Toji scoffed but before you could reply his phone buzzed with a text message

From: Name

- Toji!! Thank you for the flowers they’re gorgeous! See you at dinner tonight ;)

He stared at his phone incredulously. There was no way any of this was real. He had to be in some weird fucked up dream.

From the second you had came into his life two days ago, you’d been pulling weird stunts. First there was the whole finding you situation. You had jumped, or rather spawned, right in front of his car. If he hadn’t been arguing with Megumi you would have been… Well, not here anymore, to put it nicely.

“What the hell!” He had yelled as he slammed on his breaks. You only looked at him in confusion, eyes moving down to his bumper that had pressed up against your leg.

When he got out of the car you had given him some crazy story about a faraway place with castles and princes and honestly Toji had just thought you were on drugs or something.

It had been Megumi that convinced him not to just leave you in the middle of the road, insisting that if your were in trouble the hospital would be a good place to go.

So, they did, and once the check up had been completed with all the drug tests coming back negative, Megumi insisted that they pay for your hotel - they had almost run you over… But Toji wasn’t about to spend money on a stranger so he offered to let you sleep in their living room. The doors had been locked tight that night, much to Megumi’s vexation. (He always had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night so it had been really inconvenient for him.)

Then when they’d woken up they’d found you using wild animals to help you clean his home….

“Oh, hey dad.” Megumi had said when he left his room that morning. He’d muttered a muffled greeting back to his son, eyes still half closed as he made his way to the kitchen only to be met with a herd of squirrels wiping down the kitchen table.

His head had snapped towards Megumi, wanting to get him out of the house in case the squirrels decided to attack only to find Megumi chilling in front of the television, a few birds and other wild creatures cleaning around him.

“Megumi… Don’t move…” He said, reaching for a spatula so he could swat the animals away. Before he could reach it his hand was smacked away by one of the squirrels before it threw the spatula into the sink before grabbing and handing him a clean one instead. Toji could only gape at the squirrel.

“Oh! You’re awake, how lovely! I really wanted to thank you for saving me last night with your metal horse so I gathered a few friends to help with the cleaning!” You grinned at him from the other side of the kitchen, feather duster in hand as birds flew past your head so they could use their feathers to dust the high spots you couldn’t reach.

Then there was this current situation now, with a flower delivery birds and your very public, very humiliating flash mob that you’d just triggered all because he had mentioned that he’d never felt the need to buy his girlfriend flowers - he had thought she didn’t like them because she had told him she didn’t. Not to mention he’d never even heard of the song you’d sang with the rest of the random people at this park but everyone else was quite on board with singing along. It was surreal watching you sing and dance along so freely with random people. The drug tests had to be wrong. There was no other explanation for what was happening to him.

You were a mystery and it truly had Toji befuddled - he’d never met anyone like you and honestly? Given the fact that Megumi had a Disney obsession a few months ago - your crazy story from when you’d first met kind of started making sense… But that couldn’t be right? There was no way you were royalty, you were far too… quirky… for that.

Looking up at you he saw that you were already skipping your way down the path, humming another presumably made up song as you went. The throbbing pain of a headache grew; he was sure he’d suffer an aneurysm soon.

“Hey, wait up! You don’t even know where you’re going.”

Choso as Tarzan

You rested your hand on the palm of your hand, elbow resting of the ledge of the window of the car you were riding in.

The scenery flew past you, only adding to your disillusionment - you were supposed to be on this roadtrip so you could explore the scenery and yet you hadn’t stopped at any major sightseeing spots.

“You look like you aren’t enjoying this.” Sukuna grumbled, patience already thin from when you’d asked him to stop at a gas station for a restroom break.

“Hard to enjoy when you refuse to stop anywhere.”

“I just stopped at that gas station did I not? Did you see all the coffee options they had? They even had a make your own breakfast sandwich - not my fault you didn’t want one.”

You deadpanned. It was strange to you how such a large, tattooed, grumpy man could also be so amazed at such things.

“Yes. I saw. That’s not what I meant by sightseeing, though - I meant the forests. We’ve passed four already.”

“Forest? Really?” He scoffed, clicking on his blinker and parking in the parking lot of a large park.

“Fine, go play. If you get caught by a rabid animal i’m not helping you.”

“Sukuna. This is a park.”

He turned to look over at the greenery before sighing. “There’s a forest behind this park.“ He explained, rubbing his temples in what you could only assume was annoyance - his usual reaction to anything you did.

“Are you luring me in so you can get rid of me or something?” You wouldn’t put it past him - though, you supposed you knew that he did actually care about you somewhat given that’d he’d been the only one to offer to accompany you on your grand adventure of Tokyo forests.

He’d said something about how your best friend, Suguru, was too much of a princess to be of any help during dangerous situations. Something you honestly couldn’t help but agree with - he would never step foot inside any forest that didn’t have a clear trail (unless you’d dared him - but you’d rather enjoy your adventure than worry about him getting hurt or anything.)

So that’s how you’d wound up with Sukuna as your driver and a long list of hidden forests that promised to show you wondrous sights.

The forest Sukuna had suggested was not one on your list, so you couldn’t help but wonder how the man knew about it.

“Please. You’d be no fun to hunt, brat.” You gaped at him - you supposed you never did look through his prior criminal record before allowing him to be your own personal chauffeur (and bodyguard) for the day.

“I’m jokin’, jeez. Can’t have fun around you.” He scoffed, turning off his car and opening his door.

“I was just gonna send you in alone but come on - it’s actually a nice forests full of all that weird shit you’re lookin’ for.” He said before getting out of the car and waiting for you at the park entrance that he’d parked by.

You sighed and joined him. People knew you were with him so if anything did happen - he wouldn’t get away with it.

So the two of you found yourselves strolling through a desolate forest, vines and dead branches pulling at your clothes and hair.

“How’d you even find this place?” You asked as you pulled off yet another stray vine that’d somehow wrapped itself around your arm.

Despite the overgrown greenery - the forest was actually decently lit, allowing the two of you to walk your way through easy enough.

“I didn’t join you just because Suguru would’ve been a shit bodyguard, you know?” He muttered, easily swerving through the forest.

You would’ve poked fun at him but you supposed you couldn’t be too surprised that he enjoyed being in nature - his house was full of cute potted plants and a little garden in his backyard filled with flowers you’d never even heard of.

“Well, thank you.” You murmured, glancing around at the scenery. It really was quite beautiful, and the path you’d taken was starting to clear up a bit.

“Careful around here there’s a le-“ Before Sukuna could finish his sentence you felt your foot lose balance as the floor you’d been stepping on had began to crumble under you causing you to trip and roll down a small cliff-like ridge. You had felt Sukuna grab for you but your body had tumbled down far too fast for him to reach you.

You landed at the bottom of the ridge with a loud oof, your breath leaving your lungs as you laid there.

“Nice.” You breathed out once you’d finally caught your breath. Despite the terrible ache in your body, you sat up, looking up from where you had fallen only to not even be able to see Sukuna anymore.

“Sukuna?!” You called, hoping your voice would carry through the forest.

“Y/n! Oh thank fuck I thought you died! There’s a roundabout nearby - stay where you are, brat!” He called down, though you were still unable to see him.

You huffed, dusting your hand off so you could rub the dirt off your face as you looked around.

You’d fallen into quite a large opening, leaves and shrubbery clearing a small path that led to what you had assumed was a running stream of water if the noice was anything to go by.

You couldn’t help the groan of pain as you stood up fully, hoping you weren’t going any further damage to your body by standing but you had to clean yourself off. Falling off a damn cliff was embarrassing enough - Sukuna finding you all dirty and scratched up would truly be the cherry on top.

Crouching down, you cupped the water into your hands before closing your eyes and washing your face. The water felt nice on all the scratches, cooling off the stinging quite a bit.

When you opened your eyes you couldn’t help the loud scream that left your lips as a man stared back at you from the other side of the small stream.

He tilted his head at you before jumping in the water and making his way toward you only serving in terrifying you further as you tried to get away.

With your legs not cooperating, you were only able to drag yourself backwards, palms of your hands scratching against the rough dirt and rocks under you.

The strange man caught up to you far too quickly, hands reaching for your wrists as you let out another scream.

Then, he pulled your hands up to his face, inspecting the wounds before frowning deeply.

“W-What’re you doing?!” You squealed as he picked you up and sat you by the streams edge.

“Blood.” Was all he muttered, before grabbing your wrists again and pulling you your hands back into the water.

You felt your lips part in shock as you stared at him.

Having been too scared and shocked by him earlier, you hadn’t fully looked at the man. He had fairly long black hair that had been left loose, a mark across the bridge of his nose and a pair of the prettiest brown eyes you’d ever seen. As your eyes traveled farther down you realized that he hadn’t even been wearing a shirt, only a piece of fabric covering him up. Though with his strong thighs on display you’d hardly call it covering up.

You cleared your throat, looking away as a hot blush spread across your face.

“Still hurt?” He asked, causing you to look back at him before glancing down at your hands that he still held in his large palms.

“Uh- er, n-no, they’re fine. Thank you.” You replied, blinking at him as he observed you far too closely. His eyes squinted, face leaning closer to yours as he scanned your face that only warmed further at the proximity.

“Your face… Does it.. hurt?” He asked, grabbing your cheeks and squishing them gently while maneuvering your face to really look at it causing you to gasp quietly as your scratches begun to sting slightly under the pressure of his fingers.

“Oh! N-no, it’s fine really!!” With the way he had treated the scratches on your palm - you really weren’t looking for a free waterboarding trial.

He only furrowed his brows at you before releasing your face. “I think you lie.” He muttered. You only grinned sheepishly at him, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Thank you for… Uh, for helping me.” You said, glancing up at him from your lashes as he continued to stare at you curiously.

“Choso.” Was all he said causing you to arch a brow at him. Observing your confusion he paused and tilted his head - “My name. Choso.” He nodded to himself before pointing at you.

“Oh! Oh, my name is Y/n…”

“IsY/n.” He repeated causing you to hold back a laugh, “no, no, just Y/n. My name-“ you pointed at yourself, “Y/n.” You finished watching as his gaze followed your finger.

“Y/n.” He confirmed, getting close to your face again before reaching over to grab a strand of your hair, moving it away from your face only for it to fall back in place causing him to frown.

You smiled at him, body relaxing now that you realized he wasn’t a danger to you.

“Do you live here, Choso?” You asked quietly. He nodded, backing away from you before his eyes widened and his head turned towards where you’d come from.

“Y/n!” Sukuna called, “damnit! I told you to stay where you were!” He yelled causing you to tear your eyes away from Choso who had held a hand back towards you as if telling you not to move. You reached for his hand, curling your fingers around his calloused fingers causing him to turn back to you.

“It’s okay - he’s my friend.” You nodded. He still looked frightened though and stood up, grabbing your hand so he could pull you up with him.

“Be careful.” He said, squeezing your hand gently before darting back to where he had first approached you.

As you stared at the place where he’d disappeared to, you felt a hand grab your arm causing you to jump.

“Idiot, are you okay? What the hell are you looking at.” Sukuna grumbled, brows furrowed as he looked at you. With a final look back, you cleared your throat. “Sorry. I got dirty from the fall…” You replied, turning back to Sukuna who only rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go. I’m never taking you exploring again.” He huffed, leading you back towards the makeshift trail he’d come from.

You’d have to come back to this forest soon.

Sukuna as The Best

The fresh snow crunched beneath your feet as you took your daily walk with Sukuna leading as he usually did. Well, usually was a fairly new term seeing as you’d only recently started walking together. Or doing anything together for that matter.

Just a month ago you’d detested the man before you. The Beast. Though it really hadn’t been your intention to befriend the Beast, it was surprisingly easy to do so. He had changed from when you’d first met him.

He used to be mean; forcing you to have dinners with him (though really, you guessed he did let you out of that commitment fairly quickly when he realized you wouldn’t eat if he was around) and practically imprisoning you to your room during most of the day, speaking to you so loud and unforgiving like you’d personally offended him with your presence despite him having been the one to demand it.

Sure; you were there because you had taken your brother’s place but you’d do it again if it had meant your brother, whom you loved so dearly, wouldn’t have to go through what you went through. Though, would they have gotten along better than you and Sukuna did? You had been quite the martyr when you’d first gotten to the castle so you supposed of you had tried a kinder approach - like your brother would have - maybe this… Development that had happened would’ve come much sooner.

To be honest, you didn’t even realize when it had started happening. When your loathing had slowly turning into… Whatever this was.

Maybe it had been the entire library of books he had gifted you. A large variety in all languages that he’d even offered to translate for you.

“You know French?” You had asked as you ran a fiver over the spines of books you’d never heard of.

“I know a lot of things.” He muttered, eyes watching the way you gazed so lovingly at the books he’d collected over the years. Most of them spent in this figure he detested so. A curse he’d had bestowed upon him.

Though the more he had thought about it, especially as you came into his life, had it even really been a been a curse? Or had the witch just held a mirror up for him to look at?

“I could… Teach you… If you want. If I have time, I mean.” He could’ve face palmed - of course he had time. Too much of it. And the time he used actually doing things all involved you.

Instead of poking fun like he’d expected, your eyes had widened, lips parted in shock as you looked up at him.

“Really? You’d do that?” You’d asked, causing his heart to ache so beautifully. He cleared his throat, looking away from you - if you looked at him like that, he was sure he’d lay down his life for you if you asked.

Maybe it had been when you’d had your first dinner together - two weeks prior to the library gift, you’d heard a knock at your door.

“It’s open!” You’d called, eyes glancing back from where you’d stood on the balcony.

Uraume had entered, a small smile on their lips as they handed you a small note. “From the King. A formal request to dinner.” They’d said as you reached for the paper.

You had yet to have dinner or any meal with the Beast, still unsure of his intentions and unable to relax around his short temper. You feared that you’d say one wrong world and he’d blow a fuse. But recently he’d started actually having conversations with you. Ones about specific food preferences or activities you enjoyed so he could tell Uraume to incorporate them into the castle - “because you’ll be here for the rest of your life.” He had grumbled one day when you had shared your curiosity over the sudden interest in your preferences.

That night he had your favorite dish prepared, table set up beautifully as Uraume served the both of you your plates. Though it had been a dinner that lacked conversation, and he had started with slurping soup off his plate - he quickly adapted to your own proper way of eating once he realized that you were watching.

And, for some reason, it warmed your heart that he’d try to change his habits just to make you feel at ease. So you, despite the discomfort of being so improper, also slurped your soup a bit for him.

Or maybe it had happened two days ago on your newly incorporated daily walk where you had been feeding the birds. Sukuna walked ahead of you, hands full of birdseed as he grumbled about the birds never landing on him.

“Well, if you keep grumbling under your breath like that you’ll only scare them off.” You giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking further. He looked down at you, eyes narrowing as you motioned for him to sit, but he listened despite his initial reluctance.

You placed some fresh birdseed in his palms before sitting down beside him, your own hands full of birdseed.

“Now, you just wait patiently and they’ll come.” You murmured, eyes glancing around to look for birds.

Sukuna followed your gaze. His patience, despite usually being spreading dangerously thin - always needing things done quickly and efficiently, as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye; he figured maybe a lifetime beside you wouldn’t feel so long.

Sure enough, the birds slowly started to appear, most going towards you but once your birdseed had run out they flocked him too - covering him completely as they ate the food from his palms, an adorable grin adorning his face.

You giggled beside him, finding the sight of such a large man sitting so patiently as the birds had their fill.

Still, as you looked up at Sukuna who was gazing curiously at the fresh snow around him, you realized that maybe staying in this castle wouldn’t be so bad. Not if he continued to show you who he was, who he had been long before this curse befell him.

Kento as Flynn Ryder.

Kento’s eyes opened slowly, then all at once as he remembered the last interaction he’d had.

Sure enough, you stood before him, the same stupid frying pan in your hand raised up as if you were prepared to hit him again.

He tried to move his hands to stop you or even just to raise them in surrender but they were tied behind his back with something far too strong for him to break out of. Which was strange considering that his life as a vigilante had prepared him for things like this.

Looking down at the rope he quickly realized it wasn’t even rope.

“Is this… Hair?” He asked, genuinely confused and kind of grossed out. Surely it couldn’t be? He thought as he followed the trail of thick tresses that led directly to you. His brows furrowed, moving within his confines once more only for you to scoff.

“There’s no point in struggling. You won’t be able to get out.” You explained, bracing your weapon tighter as you looked at him.

Kento could only deadpan. This had to be karma for all his past deeds. If he got out of this, and he was sure he would, he would give up his life of crime. (Maybe…)

“Okay… Well, what’s it gonna take for me to be released then?” He asked, arching a brow at you as you scowled at him.

“That depends. Why are you here? Is it my hair that you’re after? Because you won’t get it! I won’t let you.” You hissed, eyes narrowing. Kento’s confusion only grew, only now it was accompanied by annoyance.

“No offense- your hair is lovely and all, but the only thing I want from is it to get out of it… Literally.” He huffed, wiggling once more but it was truly no use - what the hell did you eat to get it so thick and long. It had to be at least 40 feet or something…

“It’s seventy feet actually and… You… don’t want my hair?” You asked, causing him to look back up at you - he hadn’t even realized he had said that aloud but now that he looked at your hair; seeing the way it coiled around furniture and in the ceiling beams he supposed it did have to be more around 70 feet.

“Why would I want your hair?” He sighed, looking back at you as you lowered your frying pan.

“Well… Actually, never mind that, why are you here then if not for my hair?” You questioned.

Kento only shrugged, “I was being chased by a palace horse. Well, he’s more like my number one enemy honestly… Who would’ve thought horses could be so unforgiving? Anyway, I just happened to stumble across this tower - it was easy to climb and that’s why I did so.” He explained, eyes glancing around for the satchel that contained his current prized possession.

“If you’re looking for your purse, I hid it. And without me you’ll never find it.” You muttered causing him to look back up at you before sighing. He’d already caught sight of it before you’d spoken.

“If I find it without your help will you release me?” He asked, hoping to swindle you out of this too.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not stupid. I know you’re only asking that because you think you found it.”

He shrugged, “maybe, maybe not - you gonna make the deal or not? I really don’t have time for your games.”

“The only deal I’ll be agreeing to is this; you take me to see the lights in the sky and I’ll return your purse.”

“It’s a satchel.”

“Okay, your satchel-purse.” He groaned, leaning his head back.

“What lights?” He asked. Your eyes lit up as you ran to a lever by one of your windows, when you pulled on it the windows closed and the ceiling opened slightly illuminating a large painting on your wall.

Lanterns had lit up the night sky you’d drawn, floating down and past the castle the two of you currently resided within. In the balcony of that tower - you had been drawn onto, staring up at the night sky adorned with floating lanterns. If the situation he was in hadn’t been so ridiculous he would’ve praised your art work.

“Oh, you mean the lanterns?” He asked, watching as your eyes lit up as his words. You quickly made your way over to him, hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you tilted his chair back so he would look at you.

“They’re called lanterns? I knew they weren’t stars! Wow, that’s so amazing! Will you take me to them? I promise that once I see them your pu- your satchel will be returned to you!” You squealed causing him to flinch slightly.

“Uhm… You sure you want to cut a deal with me? You don’t even know me. It’ll be a three days trip minimum.” He said, eyeing you closely. You only shrugged, “I trust you.”

“Horrible decision, really. I mean, we just met. I don’t even know your name?”

“I’m Y/n, you’re Nanami - there! Now we know each other. Do we have a deal?”

“How do you know my name?” He asked suspiciously. You rolled your eyes, “you had a wanted poster in your satchel - a bit conceited don’t you think?”

“And you’re a bit dumb for trusting a criminal don’t you think?”

You only shrugged, “like I said, I have the upper hand here. Your choice to agree or not. Though I really recommend agreeing.”

For some reason, as Kento watched your eyes brighten and your lips curl into an adorably excitable smile, he couldn’t help but consider cutting a deal with you.

He was going back towards that way anyway… And if he sold the crown he’d stolen; his dream of living a calm life would be fulfilled as well…

“Fine. It’s a deal.” He agreed, letting out a yell as you squealed and released your grasp on him causing him to fall backwards.

“Oops!”

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Happy Birthday Akashi 2024

A birthday drabble for my beloved husband. Love you Sei <3

"It's Yukimaru's birthday tomorrow..." Akashi pondered, sitting on the bed of his Rakuzan dorm. He took a sharp sigh, immediately standing up and packing his things. Just for a little overnight stay.

Oats, applesauce, wheat flour, cinnamon, molasses, and of course carrots for a carrot cake. He thanked his Mother for teaching him how to cook, putting the treat in the oven as he wiped his forehead. Baking was quite tiring in itself, he concluded.

His horse neighed happily with his presence. A quick ride was much needed for the both of them, galloping off into the edges of the Akashi property. The wind through his hair, the rhythm of his hooves. A perfect day.

Even more so, as the redhead did love to spoil his horse. Grooming, massages, cleaning, polishing; he did everything. All the while telling stories of his adventures as a high school student to his horsey.

It ended with a small cake and a thin stick of carrot as a candle. Hiragana of "Yukimaru" written in yogurt. Akashi hadn't even been done singing the birthday song when the white horse devoured the said treat from the plate... but all worth it as he nuzzled his nose against his owner's chest. The latter took a deep breath, smiling softly.

"Happy birthday, Yukimaru."

"Sei-chan, it's not only Yukimaru's birthday today, yknow," Akashi whipped his head around, seeing the people he loved the most. The Rakuzan and Teiko team.

And Reo holding a cake of his own, "Akashi Seijuro" written with icing.

"This was so hard to plan ssu...! We had to get in contact with your butler and arranged time for you and-"

"Shut up Kise, nanodayo."

"Happy Birthday, Akashi-kun," Kuroko stepped forward, rolling out a mat on the grass.

"Let's sit down already, I want to eat cake... You don't mind if I have a bigger slice, do you Aka-chin~?"

"Akashi!! I got you a present!!" Hayama almost shoved a box at the redhead's face. The face that looked stunned. He had no idea that his friends arranged something like this... well, as is the point of a surprise party after all. Akashi hadn't even recalled that today was his special day too.

"Oh yes... it is my birthday today as well, I suppose." he said, his lips curling into a smile.

Remembering his worries of losing his friends back in middle school... the thought seemed so silly now.

I've gained wonderful friends... don't you think, Mother?

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Congratulations on the 3.5k followers again! You are such a loved member of this Peaky community, it really wouldn't be the same without you ❤️. From your prompt list I'm gonna go with the very last one, "I didn't get your name" and of course I will be picking Tommy 😉. Really looking forward to see what you come up with!

Thanks so much for the love, Brummie! I was secretly hoping someone would send this one in. I hope you like what I’ve done with it! I’m trying to get back on the horse after not writing for a bit - this one happened differently in my mind, but I just couldn’t put it to words….I hope it’s still alright though. Also I’m sorry if it looks silly with the same gifs going - I wanted to use the one you sent with your ask but the spacing looked weird without it under the title. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Part of my 3.5k celebration — find other stories here!

To Unbearable Parties…

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: drinking, language

Word Count: 1018

Summary: (Y/N) and Tommy both meet someone who makes the social function they’re at a little more bearable.

People sauntered around the room, going from group to group, discussing everything under the sun: from business dealings to societal crazes. Drinks were flowing and the band was playing an uptempo song that was good to dance to. No one batted an eye at anything that was happening, because that’s just what went on at these types of parties. (Y/N) absolutely hated it.

She stood in the outskirts of the crowd, her arms semi-crossed as she held a glass of champagne in one hand. Her eyes scanned the crowd, thinking of all of the places instead of here that she’d rather be.

Upon reaching the bottom of her glass, (Y/N) made her way over to the bar. She hoped that she’d be able to quickly get a refill so that she could return to the outskirts of the room again. The bar was situated too close to the middle of the room for her comfort.

She was just about ready to head back after receiving a new glass when she overheard the bartender speaking to the man on her right. “I’m so sorry sir, but we are not serving that here tonight.”

“Fuck sakes,” the man mumbled. (Y/N) easily caught the annoyance in his voice. “You mean to tell me that there’s not a bottle of whiskey here?”

“Not one,” the barman answered with a shake of his head, “we were given strict instructions by Mr. Marshall to have only champagne and other light refreshments in order to make sure that there is not a repeat of the last year’s gala,” he then explained the reason behind the absence of stronger liquor.

The man pressed his palms against the bar, leaning against it before he nodded, “I’ll have a glass of champagne then,” he conceded, speaking like he’d lost a fight.

“I’ll get that right away for you,” the barman nodded, quickly getting to work on fetching the man his drink. “Here you are,” he said once the drink was ready. The man nodded once, accepting the glass before he turned and rested his back against the bar.

“It’s actually pretty good, you know,” (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from speaking.

“Excuse me?” the man questioned her, turning to face her as he spoke. There was no hint of any sort of anger present in his words. He just hadn’t heard what she said.

(Y/N) got a better look at him now, and upon being given a front facing view of his harsh haircut, she concluded that he was one of the only people who could make it work. Her eyes got stuck on his sharp, blue ones. So stuck that she forgot he asked a question.

“The champagne,” she blurted out, hoping that he didn’t catch her staring, “it’s not a go to of mine, but has been pretty good this evening,” she added, raising her glass to show him she’d been drinking the same.

The man only tipped his head upwards before he brought the glass to his lips, drinking a good amount of the alcohol in one go. “Not bad,” he commented as he sat the glass down on the bar.

(Y/N) only offered a small smile before she offered a silent parting, leaving the bar to go back to the edge of the room. She went back to surveying the room; watching all of the other partygoers enjoy themselves. Why am I even here? she wondered, maybe I should just leave. But before she could, a familiar face approached her.

“You’ve been over here all night,” the man from the bar commented as he approached her.

“You’ve been watching me?” she questioned him, quirking an eyebrow as a smile teetered on her lips.

“No,” he quickly shook his head, “just haven’t noticed you anywhere else.”

“So you’ve been looking for me?” the smile was fully present on her lips now.

The man let out a breath of a chuckle, looking to the floor for a moment. He liked the quick-wittedness of this woman, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had her stuck in his mind since their interaction at the bar.

“You don’t seem to want to be here,” he said once he looked her way again.

“I could say the same for you,” she turned it right back on him, biting her bottom lip as she held his gaze, “you seemed to be rather frustrated at the bar earlier.”

“This isn’t enough to get me through the evening,” he commented, holding up his fourth glass of champagne to show her what he meant.

“I hear you there,” she smiled softly, nodding her head in agreement.

“I didn’t get your name,” he said then, his eyebrows raised slightly as he awaited her response.

“It’s (Y/N),” she smiled as she gave her answer, looking him up and down then. “I didn’t get yours either,” she stated, her eyes finding his once more.

“Tommy,” his answer was simple. (Y/N) nodded, committing it to memory. She was certain that she wouldn’t be forgetting this man any time soon. “Well, (Y/N), how about a toast, eh?” he suggested after a few moments had passed.

“What are we toasting to, Tommy?” she asked, trying his name out for herself; liking the sound of it coming off of her lips just as much as she liked the sound of hers coming off of his.

“To unbearable parties,” he announced, holding his glass up, winking as he did so. (Y/N) didn’t miss the way that his eyes trailed over her frame as he spoke.

A grin formed on her face, loving the feeling of his eyes on her. Maybe this party wasn’t so bad after all. “To unbearable parties…” she started off, biting on her lip to conceal her grin as she clinked her glass with his, “to unbearable parties that become bearable enough when you find someone to spend the night with,” she added, letting her grin show as they both brought their glasses down to take a drink from them.

To unbearable parties, indeed.

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okay so ii thought this would be fun soooo

what epic saga is ur fav nd least fav, what is ur fav song in each saga, ur least fav in each saga, your overall fav and least fav

feel free to ramble and/or go off on a tangent about hidden meanings i fw that shit very hard

oh boy. these were really hard to narrow down. thanks for this ask btw, it was fun!!

my fav saga :

the underworld!! ik it's the shortest but each song is such a banger and it's the only one for where each song gets better from the last. all three of the songs are in my top 10 easy.

the polites cameo broke ppl's hearts ik but it was amazing to hear steven in the role again. i love his voice. anticlea was amazing too.

no longer you was actual fire. i LOVE epic's version of tirisias a lot and his voice is perfect. the orchestration in that song is actually beautiful and both actors absolutely kill it.

and monster? oh i'll take about monster later

least fav saga :

cyclops saga. i like it but i don't have strong feelings about the songs except for my goodbye. plot wise, it's important ofc but i dont find myself listening to it as often cuz it's just sad. i do like all the songs tho

i will say polyamorous the cyclops sounds REALLY GOOD in the remastered version. woah what a voice improvement holy moly

i really love my goodbye tho. that song is in my top 10. the 'YOU'RE ALONE!' is actually insane. i need like a 100 animatics for it. it's too good.

fav song in each saga :

just a man

i LOVE jay's performance here. this song made me cry when i first listened to it. i mean it's just everything.

i think most ppl thought 'oh musical about odyssey call epic probably silly boyish fun' and for the most part horse and the infant leads u on with that. then THIS SONG happens and ur crying on the floor.

i love watching animatics for it too. unlike most songs in epic, there is no action in this song, it's pure agony of a man grappling with one of the hardest things anyone can do and it's fucking amazing.

and i said it before just now but the VOCALS. stunning. perfect. jaw dropping.

in my ideal epic animated movie, what i want is for horse and the infant and just a man BEFORE the title card drop. and when ody sings the last line of just a man, it fades to the title screen. then it would be daytime and full speed ahead can happen.

idk if that makes sense but i think it would slay so hard.

my goodbye

OH MY GOD. THIS SONG. IT IS HEARTBREAKING

the callbacks to warrior of the mind takes me by surprise everytime like holy shit she really just said that?? then ody's 'YOU'RE ALONE!'

it's perfect. the pure rage from both of them is just so good.

it's my favourite saga ender. it's so cold and just wow. like athena was in one song before but the EMOTION from both of them is enough to make u wanna cry.

ruthlessness

see one part of my brain is like 'oh that's interesting the villain and hero have conflicting moralities and the hero may become like the villain and he is establishing the hero's thinking as flawed for his purpose.' then the other half of my brain is dead from how much steven rodriguez SLAYS the performance.

the lyrics are great as with all the song. the callback to remember them? chef's kiss. poseidon really sat down with his son and took notes for his villain number lol

but my fav things about it the performance. the poseidon voice is so so so so good. and i'm not saying it in a 'haha i find it hot' way. i mean i do but also, it's just perfect for poseidon. he sounds like if salt could talk and that's a compliment btw. his sass and personality is great too.

'but noooo' i just. i love poseidon's voice so much.

and i am shaking in my boots for get in the water.

there are other ways

i love the route jay went with the plot. this portrayal of circe is so important to me, i love her sm. i read the circe book just before the circe saga - and i liked it overall - but the ending left a horrible taste in my mouth so this was a very welcome change.

it's so well done. our boy ody '🥺my wife🥺'-ing his way out of the situation? perfect. ik it's more complicated but the end of the circe saga is such a good character moment for him.

and CIRCE. CIRCE MY QUEEN ILY.

her sympathising with ody and helping him is great. i love that she gets fleshed into, why she does what she does and when she sees the good in ody. she really is a loving queen and i love her sm.

her vocals - especially at the end - are stunning. i love tayla sindal's voice for circe. like with poseidon, that is the perfect voice for the character.

i really love gigi's animatic of this song and that's just how i imagine it happening. it's actually perfect. my fav song was a tie between this and done for but the animatic made me fall in love with this one.

monster

odysseus gives into the pam pam 🦖🦖

it's my favourite song in epic. i have a LOT of thoughts on it but i actually cannot put them into words.

mutiny

this one is fresh so my thoughts will not be cohesive. the amount of callbacks in this song actually kills me.

i cried at the livestream. exactly at the lyric 'ody we're never gonna get to make it home' i mean.

ODY. ODY not CAPTAIN. I CAN'T END THIS. poor choice of words nm

but i will say i've seen some takes on eurylochus that i definately do not agree with and he's one of my fav characters. i'm sad he's gone, his acting and presence was amazing and underrated in all the other sagas and he's just a great character.

least fav in each saga:

i like all of these songs btw. i don't dislike any song. i don't wanna got into detail cuz for all the answer is just i like the others more.

full speed ahead

polyphemous

storm

wouldn't you like

the underworld

different beast

winner : monster

second place : there are other ways

third place : ruthlessness

my overall least favourite song : polyphemous/different beast. again i like these songs, i just prefer others

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Do you have any really silly mane six headcanons

Twilight Sparkle once smoked weed during her equivalent of college and to this day is terrified that Celestia will find out (Celestia already knows)

Twilight has very little knowledge of memes and her friends frequently have to explain new slang to her before she causes political scandals (“no Twilight ‘kys’ does not mean ‘keep yourself safe’”)

Much like a real horse, Twilight often falls asleep standing up during her late-night stress & study sessions. Spike has had to wake her up and tell her to go to bed numerous times

Twilight was that kid who reminded her teachers there was homework when they forgot. Her classmates didn’t really like her for that

Her love life is very…active lol, including when she’s in a stable and committed relationship (like active within that relationship not as a serial cheater). She loves learning new techniques if you catch my drift

Fluttershy is surprisingly confident when she’s attracted to someone, and when she’s in a committed relationship she has a lot of fun facts about animal mating patterns to share with them for…no particular reason

Unlike Twilight, Flutters is surprisingly well-versed in memes because she’s learned a lot from Discord (and also Treehugger). She doesn’t really understand the humor in all of them but she’s aware of them

(In a universe where FlutterCord is canon) She had to absolutely fight for her life in the Mane 6 meetups when she told her friends she was dating/crushing on him

Daring Do eventually loses popularity, partly because so many of her books involve actual artifact theft and social attitudes have changed, and partly because ponies just moved on to newer book series. Rainbow Dash still remains her biggest die-hard fan even when she looks pathetic doing so

Rainbow Dash acts like a big baby every time Tank hibernates for the rest of her life (he outlives her) but after the first few years it’s kind of silly

This isn’t an idea I came up with but I really like all the jokes about RD writing really bad fanfiction, and it’s a headcanon I subscribe to

(Mostly a joke because I do ship her with mares outside of my next gens) Rainbow Dash is straight but has a lot of mares asking her out because of her mane, and it’s hard to get stallions because they also think she’s gay. She also has a hard time relating to her friends who all like mares

RD doesn’t take good care of her hooves because she flies all the time and forgets to trim them due to not walking very much. Because of this, they look funky and overgrown and her friends kind of clown on her for it

When she’s older, Rainbow Dash wrecks some of her joints trying to do stunts that she did when she was younger (like carrying her “little” sister). She has the worst midlife crisis out of all her friends

When Rarity was a filly, she used to create the most elaborate and dramatic plotlines with her dolls that easily measured up to any soap opera, with betrayals, love triangles, custody battles, the whole works

She enjoys listening to soul-crushingly sad music (like Marina’s discography) during her ice cream-crying sessions, in the process roleplaying a life much more dysfunctional than she has because it helps her cope with her actual problems. Also listens to that music in a good mood if she needs to be inspired for a certain fashion piece

She overstocks her supplies to a sometimes comical extent, like she has 400 refills for her bedazzler machine. How does she have room for all that stuff? A lady never reveals her secrets, darling✨

Applejack loves singing country songs like “Thank God I’m A Country Colt” and “International Harvester” at the top of her lungs, they literally never fail to get her hyped up

(In a human context, ignoring Equestria Girls) it took her awhile to learn that Apple Bloom had TikTok and other social media accounts because she only uses Facebook on her clunky home computer

AJ is incapable of enjoying any kind of sitcom because she’s always poking holes in the plot. Her least favorite storylines are the “caught in a lie” and general miscommunication tropes

She also can’t watch well-written, dramatic tv shows either if any of the characters behave dishonestly (such as Breaking Bad)

Pinkie and Cheese once performed “Amish Paradise” for her parents and sisters (even in universes where they aren’t a couple). Reactions were VERY mixed

Also some of my “how they explain the birds and the bees to their kids” headcanons for my next gens are pretty funny

Fluttershy is really good at explaining the whole life cycle (including reproduction and death) because taking care of so many animals means she’s seen it all. Nothing squicks her out anymore. She explains things matter-of-factly but gently as she guides her little ones through various examples involving her animals.

Twilight would do a good job and be comfortable with it but she would also go overboard, giving a college-level lecture about the full reproductive process when her 10 year old daughter only wanted to know what going into heat meant. Twi’s partner calls Fluttershy in to help for the kid’s sake.

Rarity buys her daughter the pony equivalent of those Care & Keeping of You books (and her son gets the male equivalent of those books). She uses those books to bond with her kids over “becoming a mare/stallion.”

Applejack is very overprotective of Apple Bloom and probably procrastinated on giving her “the talk” only to find out that AB already learned from the other CMC (especially Scoot “left completely unsupervised 24/7” aloo /hj). A similar deal would probably happen with her own kids as well unless her partner is better about it. Even though, years before, Granny Smith was very straight with AJ like “ya wanna know how our new batch of chicks was made?”

Pinkie isn’t uncomfortable with the talk at all, except her explanation gets so convoluted and off topic that her kids go off to ask someone else.

Rainbow Dash says “go ask your father”

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Eobard for the niche ask game! Thanks!!

Ooh, I've never gotten him for one of these things before!

A song that reminds me of them: Well ever since the pipeline scene in Death of the Speed Force, Kill All Your Friends by My Chemical Romance makes me think of him now.

What they smell like: Oil (like machine oil), cedar (idk why, he just does), The Outdoors™️, 'cause homie be runnin', and traces of Big Belly Burger french fries.

An otp: My dude is aroace and uninterested in everyone. Well, no, okay, there was some kind of genuine interest with Hartley. Not like a large amount, but it was there. I wouldn't call that an otp though.

A notp: Everyone pretty much. That's partially for their benefit, and partially because I just don't see him being into them. He's got better things to do than date or hook up with folks. He's got places to go, eras to visit, people to kill! He said I'll screw the timeline and Barry's life and that's it, thanks.

Favorite platonic/familial relationships: Cisco. It's twisted as all get out, but so good. Like, he DOES legitimately care about him to an extent, just not as much as he hates Barry, and that makes for such an interesting dynamic and story.

A headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that I disagree with: I'm trying to think of a popular headcanon for him. What ARE the popular Eobard headcanons????

The position they sleep in: He sleeps standing up. Like a horse. Jk. But he totally does something WEIRD, like sleeps with his hands folded over his stomach with his fingers interlaced or something. No wait, I got it, he has a big fancy adjustable bed, and he sleeps way over near the edge, and he cranks it up so far that he's practically sitting. Like not really sitting, he's still technically lying on his back, but he's pretty darn close to sitting up. And he does do the hand folding thing. Also, he doesn't open his eyes gradually when he wakes up, he just goes from looking sound asleep to his eyes FLASHING open, terrifying the bejeebers out of anyone who's in the same room as him when he's sleeping. This isn't so much about a sleep position anymore, but yeah, dude sleeps like a freak for sure. He's committed to the supervillain life and all the silly idiosyncrasies that go with it.

A crossover AU I’d love to see them in: I don't really have thoughts about him crossing over with anything. It was weird enough that he teamed up with the Nazis that one time, 'cause he don't care about their ideas.

My favorite outfit they’ve ever worn: How many outfits has he even worn? He has like what, 4? He's always wearing the same black shirt. I guess the O.G. yellow suit with the hood down. 🤷🏻‍♀️

This was fun!! Thanks!

[heavilycaffeinatedsblog]

Okay LOVE LOVE LOVE Silver Bells. Thank you for making this Christmas so iconic with your fic and giving the fandom something to look forward to everyday💝 Literally has been such a highlight and I look forward to every chapter!

Anyways if you need any more inspiration or christmasy ideas I tried to think long and hard about ideas to give you, that were unique in some way. Think it's an okay list (some are basic but iconic so wanted to highlight and encourage 😂). If I can think of any more will let you know, but I hope any of these help!

>Christmas carols - I don't know how Americans do it but where I live adults and children (whoever knows how to play an instrument goes around usually violins / small portable cello? ) go caroling and we invite them inside and all the adults (carolers and the household) take a shot of vodka "to keep warm"  and then go off to the next house where they sing and are given more shots 

> I'm not religious myself but my parents are and we go to church and watch children put on a play and or sing carols. 

>Mistletoe kisses😌

> Something just feels more christmasy is just being more intentional with small acts of kindess

>Doing a fancy or silly photoshoot and then printing them out as christmas cards and sending them out to people - Lance may or may not tell Keith what the photos are for as like a funny suprise when Lance gift him and his friends their christmas cards or they can be more intentional and biker about the design choice on the card. 

>Along with Christmas cards, theres also christmas notes so just letters of gratitude to people. I've heard of people making then and tying them to a balloon too or burning them. 

>Building and decorating a gingerbread house. Me and my sisters usually take a side of the house to work on so each side looks different. There's a family I know who have like a competition where they put out graham crackers, chex mix, pretzels, marshmellow fluff, frosting, and a bunch of candies, etc  and you can either make a house or construct whatever they want. It could be a house, a train, fire truck, someone did like a harry potter quidditch stadium thing.

>Neighborhoods around me usually have a santa on a firstruck ride around with their sirens on and give out candy canes to people. 

>Christmas light walk/drive through, or going to those neighborhoods that go all out and even put on a lights show to music.

>Something more chill like making a holiday playlist, discovering new holiday songs, sometimes we dont put in christmas music but ones that we associate with the holidays. My sister and I share a spotify and she stubbornly puts "night changes" by One direction in my christmas playlist. 

>Reading christmas stories to children. 

>Christmas parades, tree lighting events, going bar hopping and trying their christmas drinks and shots. I don't drink alcohol anymore but still go out with friends and a lot of places make mocktails or make really good non-alcoholic drinks as well. 

>I think a lot of times "christmas time" traditions happen randomly with just things that you associate with the holiday time. Like me and my friend would come together and pick a random genre and read books from that genre during the holidays and that's become somewhat of a holiday tradition now. Maybe Lance can help Keith establish hos own little traditions like that? Idk how or if itll read well but just an idea to throw out there, maybe inspire you in someway. 

>Omg sleigh rides! I would die reading a chapter on them going on a horse carriage sleigh ride. But since they're romantic maybe have him invite everyone and then have no one else show up. Though I think they can be a bit expensive, at least in the city... idk about farms i think....maybe like it can be a whim of a moment thing where the person running it is having a slow night and just tells them to hop in or give them a discount. Also my city banned the horse carriage rides not too long ago, I think because of animal safty concerns 😔 which there's a bunch of discord about in general but it still it would be such a cute idea 🥺 

>Since they work at a toy store maybe have Keith pick out toys that he wanted as a kid to heal his inner child and then donate them. (maybe they could be snowed in or the lights stop working and have to close up and wait for someone to fix it something in the meantime)

>They go to one of those pop up ice rinks with christmas music blaring about near or around a christkindlmarket (usually free if you bring your own skates so maybe Lance gives Keith a pair from his siblings) and Lance teaches Keith how to ice skate or has him hold on to one of those penguine or dinasour helper things. 

>Sometimes there's street preformers around singing or playing christmas songs. Could help bring out a nice romantic atmosphere for a scene 😌

>Also something to note about Hallmark movies- though thry are still cheesy af they arent what they used to be and this post captured it well: https://www.tumblr.com/unearthedivory/769098615859855360?source=share

Sending you all the health, happiness, and positive vibes! ✨️

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