#and I couldn't have done it with anyone else

[alexusonfire]

Are You Not of the Flesh?

Joan Ramsey x Witch!Fem!Reader

1 Corinthians 3:3 - For you are still of the flesh. For while there is jealousy and strife among you, are you not of the flesh and behaving only in a human way?

A/n: Anon had asked for a possessive Joan a few weeks ago... an idea too wonderful not to write. Apologies it took so long Anon, hope you enjoy 🧡

Warnings: blood, biting, little bit of smut

Joan Ramsey didn't like to be kept waiting.

Her foot tapped impatiently against the wooden floors, the toe of her heel clicking and clacking. She'd made dinner tonight, just for you, and you couldn't even be bothered to show up on time. The clock hanging above the dining table mocked her, each minute ticking by with a crushing weight on her chest.

She knew exactly where you were too, huddled up with those… colleagues of yours next door; just thinking of your laughter ringing through their halls, not hers, left a bitter taste in her mouth. What was so special about that damned school anyways? What was it, specifically, about those women that so easily held your attention, when she was right here. You didn't need anyone else, especially not them.

Joan couldn't stand it. Not anymore.

You were hers, and hers alone, and she'd make sure you and everyone else knew it.

“Baby?” you called into the half-dark house, “I'm sorry I'm late we were just-”

You stopped short at the sight of her, clearly ruffled and upset. Her gaze was sharp and unforgiving, hands clenched on the counter in front of her. Her eyes followed the bob in your throat, and a small thrill of satisfaction ran through her at the tentative way you approached the island.

“How nice of you to show.” Joan snipped,“I certainly haven't been waiting for the better part of an hour. Shall we see if the food is still warm?” she gestured behind her to the still-steaming meal, a large smile plastered on her face.

You were only ten minutes late at the most, but her sardonic tone told you it may have well been hours. The length of time made no difference; you were late, and she was pissed.

“I should have kept a closer eye on the time. I'm sorry.”

Joan simply tsked, ignoring your apology completely. She filled a plate, dumping the food rather unceremoniously before placing it down on the table.

“Sit.”

Knowing better than to defy her, you sat without uttering a word, your fingers curling into each other as you waited for her to join you.

Joan had other plans however, unbeknownst to you. Instead of serving herself, she came up behind you and placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Go on. Try it. I made it special just for you.”

Heart racing, you picked up your fork and skewered a fair-sized bite. Despite the nagging thoughts rising in your skull (you knew what she'd done to her husband and son after all…) you chewed and swallowed, scooping up another bite without hesitation.

“It's delicious Joan. I think you've outdone yourself.”

She chuckled. Her fingers dug into your skin, the sharp pain eliciting a small grunt from you.

“Flattery is a sin, dearest. Eat more.”

A command, not an offer. The silence stretched on painfully long as you ate, Joan's hands still tight on you. Scraping the plate clean, you didn't dare leave a single bite behind. A soft hum sounded from behind you, and you thought perhaps her mood had finally eased with your obedience.

“Now that you're satiated I'm sure you'll go running back to those harlots, won't you?”

Fuck.

“No, Joan. I'm staying here, with you.”

“Mmm. For how long? And hour? Two?”

You didn't dare look behind you. Didn't dare move. There was a game afoot, and you weren't entirely sure of the motives behind it. Joan had only done this to you a small handful of times since the beginning of your relationship, and you were not fond of the consequences when you lost.

“I'll stay as long as you want me to.”

A long, slow exhale. Not a good sign. Her nails dug into your shoulders hard enough to make you wince. Warm breath washed across your neck, the little hairs on it suddenly on end as she invaded your space.

“How long do you want to stay, little mouse?”

The nickname squeezed through her teeth was also not a good sign, especially when she was in a particular sort of mood. Despite the blood pounding in your ears, your answer came easily, and honestly. You knew never to placate Joan; she demanded truth and nothing but.

“Forever.”

Fingers wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head to the side. Her lips ghosted the shell of your ear while she toyed with the button on your trousers, flicking them open with ease. Teeth scraped against your skin, making you jolt, and you had to bite back the moan sitting in your throat. Normally she was so… docile when it came to touch, usually preferring a more vanilla approach in the bedroom. You certainly hadn't seen this side of her before, nor ever expected it.

“Baby what- what are you doing?” you asked, voice surprisingly hoarse. Joan chuckled behind you, dark and low; it sent shivers slithering down your spine.

“Making sure those filthy sluts next door know that you're mine.” she whispered. Her sharp canines suddenly sunk down into the junction between neck and shoulder, the hand resting on your lower abdomen sliding into your pants at the same time. Breath hitched in your chest, you let out a strangled moan as pain and pleasure shot through you, both teeth and digits sinking into you with such ease you could only wonder if you were made for just this…

Joan nearly faltered at how wet you were.

There was no room to think, to speak, to breathe, as she brought you to your peak once, twice, three times, her jaw never faltering from your flesh. The sharp pain had ebbed to more of a dull throb, though you knew you'd be bruised and bloody for all to see. For them to see, just as she wanted.

Limp, blood trickling past your collarbone, your chest heaved as you tried to make sense of your surroundings; you were in such a haze that you barely registered the soft cloth Joan used to gently clean you, or her humming one of her favorite hymns.

“I'm suddenly feeling a bit peckish dear. Would you sit with me while I eat?”

Mhmm, was all you could manage. Joan continued to hum, a few words escaping here and there as she filled her plate. The chair legs scraped across the floor as she pulled it next to you, wanting, needing to keep her eyes trained on your pretty new wound.

“So… tell me about your day.”

[wingedshadowfan]

people: it didn't matter that sevika was sitting in cassandra's seat because "it wasn't caitlyn's to give" (the seats are not inherited) and because caitlyn didn't want to be a councilor anyway so she wouldn't care

you guys are missing the point!!

we don't actually know if the seats are typically inherited or not

maddie told caitlyn she can reestablish the council, and at the end the council was actually reestablished (and while i personally don't believe maddie that caitlyn could've done that by herself, or at least not if she chose to follow the usual procedure, despite her powerful family name and the fact that at one point all councilors except shoola were dead or gone) w/ powerful people whose families seemingly hadn't held a seat before - but that's not necessarily evidence for councilor seats not being inherited, as it didn't seem like it was the standard that all of a sudden there were no councilors anymore and their families were busy grieving them. perhaps it was completely intentional that reestablishing the council involved putting new faces in it (esp if the old councilors/their families had been in power for a long time - and they likely had been ever since ambessa sieged piltover).

when salo tells her she's not authorized to be at their meeting and caitlyn tells him she's "a decorated officer, leader of house kiramman" that definitely means she doesn't have a seat on the council automatically after her mother's death, but it doesn't mean she couldn't have gotten it, had she wanted it - or had the remaining council members held a vote about it. this is what i mean when i say i don't think the seats are typically inherited - i think the council has to vote for each new member (except when fully reestablishing it from 0 members) but we've seen how easily those votes can be manipulated with mel adding jayce as an 8th councilor and them kicking heimerdinger out with some political play. what i mean to say is, even if the seats aren't inherited, i believe they'd probably function that way regardless because every council member would try to keep a seat in their lineage, especially if they're from a known powerful family like caitlyn is. this is why caitlyn has leverage despite not being a councilor, and why it's so shocking when jayce becomes one and heimerdinger gets kicked out. seats are rather understood to belong to a house and "promised" than inherited.

even if you don't believe me (bcuz this is something we can only guess about and my word's as good as anyone else's), we can all agree caitlyn's opinion matters - especially after she lead the piltovians into war and helped councilor and mage mel medarda defeat the enemy in the face of her mother and noxian general warmonger ambessa medarda, and basically save humanity. the "decorated officer, leader of house kiramman" was already influential enough to receive virtually unanimous support to become commander in martial law and now she's somewhat of a war hero. so even if she isn't a councilor, and seats can't be inherited, sevika taking specifically her late mother's seat, after almost killing caitlyn and vi on multiple occasions, isn't something that could've happened so easily, had caitlyn not wished it to. regardless of who we think reestablished the council (although i think it makes the most sense that it was mel, shoola and caitlyn), even if caitlyn didn't "give" the seat to sevika, she very much allowed her to sit there and gave her her blessing.

caitlyn didn't want to be a councilor anyway so it doesn't matter to her who got her mother's seat

yes, caitlyn never wanted to be a councilor but she's still her deceased mother's daughter and the leader of the house that kept that seat - if it was up to her (which i'm sure it had to have been, at least to an extent), she wouldn't have allowed just anyone to become councilor, let alone sit in her mother's very seat. she would've definitely cared who carries this specific piece of her mother's legacy. and if she thought sevika was unfit for it or that it would taint her mother's memory, she wouldn't have allowed it to happen. and i have a post explaining why i think the undercity representative had to be sevika and caitlyn knew that. with jinx gone and ekko having his commune to take care of, sevika isn't just the only choice, she's the one who worked to unite the entire undercity after vander and silco failed, who lead her people into battle. caitlyn saw this.

and of course, caitlyn's last words to vi in the show are definitely consistent with this as they point to the idea that caitlyn hasn't just left things the way they are after the council got reestablished - sevika is still a minority vote and the other councilors didn't exactly seem happy to see a zaunite there, so the fight is only just beginning. this is evidence to believe that caitlyn is actively using her resources and privilege (with vi's help) to aid in rebuilding, reforming and healing the two cities and their relationship - and in doing so, dedicating herself to atoning for her mistakes.

[winterchestnut]

Zayne ❄️ and Sylus 🐦‍⬛

For the eldest daughter. Zayne and Sylus are for the eldest who always had to take care of everyone else but couldn't care for yourself. 🎶Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more.🎶/song ref. (This is probably going to be a Really big tell to someone.) But now, it's your turn to be taken care of.

Xavier💫

For my neuro-divergent pookies. You have very niche interests, which not a lot of people can understand or get into. And it all makes you feel like the outcast. Your kindness and patience are taken advantage of. So, you need someone who is as gentle as you, but more... vengeful on your behalf. However, should anyone disturb your peace, they will have to pick up the pieces of their destroyed life.

Rafayel 🦈

For the ones that were too much. The glimmer in your eyes, the bleeding heart you once had, and that sense of wonder you had has died out. You were too excited, so people told you to shut up. You were too angry, so people decided to avoid you. You were too sad, so people started rolling their eyes, called you needy, and started calling you an "attention seeker." All that's left is a hollow hole in your chest, and you need someone to ignite your flame again.

Caleb 🍎

For the ones who were alone. For the only child who came home to an empty house, who learned to cook and clean by yourself because no one was there for you, even babysitters were incompetent in comparison to you. The only one you had was yourself, so you built walls and a sense of disinterest in everyone else. Now it's your turn to be on a pedestal. To be adored and the center of someone's world. With Caleb, you can be yourself and be admired in every capacity.

Author's note: "Fans say *any of these things* about every LI 😭" I hate having to state the obvious, but apparently, I have to. These traits can be said for any LI, true, but they come in varying degrees dependent on the person/content creator who is interpreting the characters. As they say on tiktok, "Take what resonates, leave what does not." I've seen so many of these myself and just had a hard time resonating with them. So, I made my own.

[azacat-alias-lost]

I'm a silly little guy and have nothing better to do, so have a crossover au that I may turn into a fic, or another thing. POLL AT THE BOTTOM

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Picture this.

Jonathan Sims, just after the end of S2 of the Magnus Archives. He's been freshly framed for murder by his evil boss, and now the London police force is after him. Daisy Tonner is hunting him down, and she's got the whole force on her side. But get this. Another officer catches him and throws him in jail. Daisy, wanting him dead, is trying to convince people he doesn't deserve a trial. He gets one anyway, because, well, he kind of has to.

Jon, in the detention center. He's adamant that he did not kill that old man. No one can figure out who that old man is, and the fact that Jon seems to know something makes him way more suspicious. Martin visits him every day, and Jon's starting to realize that maybe, if he cares so much, he's not so bad. That's not going to do him much good, though, he's still in jail.

Jon, panicking. His trial is getting closer; only a few days left before he's assigned a lawyer, and if Daisy has anything to say about it, he'll get the shittiest one the city has. He knows he's as good as dead. He knows he'll lose. But he waits anyway. No one has given him any resources, but he waits anyway, one last spark of hope left in him, hope that maybe, because he knows he didn't do it, that will count for something.

Now, I want you to picture something else.

A young lawyer in a nice blue suit has just heard about a case that, for some reason or another (Eye influence), has made international news. He watches the segment, which features a sad, pathetic looking man who looks much older than he is. That guy couldn't have killed somebody, he thinks to himself, there's no way. And he gets a feeling in his gut that the only one who can prove the guy innocent is him.

Pan back to the jail cell. Jon is called out for a visit from Martin, and they get to discussing what he's going to do. Martin is apologizing, saying that he couldn't find a lawyer to take the case, saying that he wishes he could have done more. Jon is resigned to defeat at this point, and is thinking about pleading guilty, just to see if he can get a lesser sentence.

That is, until no-loss-recorded, young and hopeful, Mr. Missed Connections extraordinaire walks through the door.

Phoenix Wright, before anyone has the chance to ask him why he's there, says one thing.

"I'll take your case."

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Anyway, what do y'all think? I could either write a fic (less engaging but still fun and would take a lot less time) or make an objection.lol video case with custom sprites (much more time consuming but would be a really cool finished product). If I do the fic, I may do the video afterwards.

Which should I do first?

I'm very curious as to what gets chosen

[cantfightmoonlight]

"I was more referring to how she takes pleasure in gossip. But, she certainly stole the show, didn't she?" The corner of her lips tilted up into a soft and amused smile at the thought. "Fair enough," was all she said in regards to Todd though, in her own personal opinion, she felt that Rohan and Todd both had a tendency to carry a grudge. Not that she couldn't relate. She just would have acted differently if she had been in shoes is all.

"You want to be frank? Let's be frank. Aaliyah did make decisions in my absence and I take responsibility for ever single one, whether I would have done the same or not, just as I take responsibility for how I voted in that room. But, there is a difference between taking responsibility for my own choices and letting it pass, which as I've pointed out to you over and over again at this point, I didn't let the decision to ban you simply pass. As much as you'd like to believe I did, that decision would have still been in affect if it wasn't for me. You considered joining the pack with Jonah. Do you honestly believe you would have been able to if I hadn't pushed to have the ban re-evaluated?" She asked with a curve of her brow, only to let out a scoff as he continued on. "Listen here, Rohan Persaud-Rivas, you can stand there and resent me for the way I voted all you'd like, but don't you dare belittle what happens behind that room. A solitary advisor? The entire Council voted for you to be banned before I agreed. I was out number. Your fate was already decided, declaring war between species had already been threatened and I have no jurisdiction in that room over any witch. So, as I told you before and I'll say it again- while I am sorry I hurt you, I am not sorry for choosing not to pick a fight with the Supreme and put a target on the clan's back for a fate I knew I wouldn't be able to change in that instant regardless. I decided to find another way. I managed to have your fate overturned and prevented a potential target on the clan's back. And I'd do it again as much as that might not be what you want to hear."

"I'm not excusing myself. I'm simply pointing out that, when I step into the Council Room, I am no different than anyone else there. I'm not a Mayor in that room. I am the Clan Leader and, as I've already said, I continue to lead, because I gave this town and the Clan my word and if didn't, the people I care about would be worse of. When my turn as Mayor is up though, I hope you all are happy when Damien Blake or JC or who ever else decides to take on this thankless job in my stead."

"Yes. I made a choice, but so did you. You broke the accords. You put us all in the position to have to decide your fate and I made a decision you didn't like. Me questioning whether or not I can trust you has nothing to do with you having been or being upset about the choice I made and everything to do with how you chose to ignore me and avoid me rather than having the balls to have a god damn conversation about it. If you had done something that pissed me off, I would have come and talked to you, immediately, because I care about you and you're important to me. I would have wanted to hear your side. So, yes. I don't know if I can trust you, because the second I did something you didn't like, you cut all contact. If you were or are mad about my stance on the matter now, I understand. But, you didn't give me a chance to explain. You didn't even tell me that you were upset until months later. So, how do I know that it won't happen again? How do I know that you won't start avoiding me out of the blue and leave me to have to wonder if I did something to offend you or if I'm being paranoid and you're simply busy?"

"I nearly died, Rohan, and I'm tired. I don't have the energy to try to decipher anyone's feelings nor do I expect anyone to decipher mine. So, I'm telling you how I feel which is that I don't know if I should trust you. Not that I don't trust you. But, that I feel like I might regret it down the line, if I continue to. You think my feelings are ridiculous? Fine. So be it. But, it's how I feel. Either we can talk through it and go on being friends or we can call it here. But, I'm not getting in your car if you chose the latter. It's really that simple."

"Well, Dilan has other ways of getting her point across. Someone getting shoved off a stage is about as Christmas-y in Lunar Cove as snow or gingerbread," Rohan replied with a soft sigh. He shook his head back and forth. "I know he didn't possess me on-purpose, but...his behavior while doing so was less than becoming. Besides, he's tied very strongly to one of the worst nights of my life. Again, not his fault, but it's best we don't try to co-mingle. It's not a one-sided sentiment either, for what it's worth. I understand he's very frustrated that he gets injured when I do." Rohan gave a weak shrug. "I wish him well. I just don't think we need to hang."

Rohan raised an eyebrow. "I mean...yeah? Nico didn't agree with JC's decision. And sure, I'll give you that him leaving put JC in the position to make one. That happened. But I'll also be frank, Meena. Would you have stood behind whatever hypothetical decision Aaliyah may have made in your absence? It would be understandable. United front. But if Aaliyah had voted to ban me, would you have let it pass?" He shook his head. "I also don't begrudge Nico for prioritizing Jasmine. I would prioritize Jonah. But, like...look, if a solitary advisor is enough to make a ripple through the policy of every faction of the town, then I don't know what to say about that."

Rohan knit his brow. "You're the mayor. You're the leader of the vampires. You have your say. Excuse yourself it that's what you want to do. And if you don't want to be either of those things anymore, then stop being them. In any case, Poppy and I aren't friends anymore. So, believe me, no one got a pass. You know what? Maybe Ben did, but he's practically my in-law. And we didn't really know each other at the time."

A hand came up to rub at his temple, but actual irritation now crept into Rohan's voice. "No. No. We're not doing that. You don't get to 'look what you made me do' me. You made a choice, Meena. You can't trust me? Why? Because I was upset by something you did to me? That's ridiculous. Completely. So you know what? Why don't we just call it here in that case? I'm sorry. I can't...like, be half-friends, aware you don't trust me. I just don't think it's going to work. For both our sakes. I'll still give you the ride if you want it, but that's probably not a good idea, is it?"

[startrekmemequeen]

Thinking about Noonien Soong again...

People give him a lot of shit for "being a bad father" but i don't think they realize how hard it actually is to have an android kid.

It's fucking hard to be a parent. That's just a fact of life. Ask anyone who has kids. But imagine if your child also has enough physical strength to stop a moving car with one hand and can think about 10 000 things faster than you blink. But they still have trouble regulating their emotions. They still new to life, everything is new to them. You have to explain things to them, you have to teach them everything. But their brain is something so complicated and difficult, how can you even know that conventional methods will work on them? Do you have to go back and make adjusments to their programming or is it a matter of finding the right words to explain a very complicated subject in a way they would understand? Is their brain capable of comprehending this particular thing? It's your job to find out!

You live in a colony so you're a part of a community and so is your child. If a one year old human child has a tantrum and hits someone, that's totally normal. But what if an android does that? Everyone in your community would be terrified cause they'd think you built that "evil robot" from horror movies and they would want to burn your android (and probably you) on a stake. In fact, even if your child just says something weird or misinterprets a social que, people might become wary of them. So you have to make sure that no accidents happen. It's tricky to keep an eye on a little human all the time, but your child is faster and stronger than any human adult.

There's no parenting book about all of that, cause you made an entirely new type of creature. Problems so unique that no one ever even thought of them become a part of your daily life. And you have to deal with it, you have to figure it out because you CHOSE this fate. You couldn't possibly imagine how this will turn out, because no one has ever done that before. But you still made that choice. You chose to bring a new kind of life to this world. Of course, you could've just built the android, taken all the credit and called it a day. You could've secured a future and a good reputation for yourself. You could've made integrating them into human society and helping them develop someone else's problem. But you didn't. You chose to be there every step of the way. You could've stayed just a scientist. You chose to become a parent. Now you have a child and you're responsible for them. If anything bad happens, it will be your fault. Good luck.

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Does anyone else ever wonder if Julian saw himself as a Changeling? I don't mean the alien like Odo, but like the old stories regarding fairies; in European folklore, it was said that Fairies would sometimes replace newborn children with Fairy young and take the human child for various purposes.

It's generally accepted that Jules was autistic and at least mildly mentally retarded; Richard and Amsha couldn't accept Jules as he was so they paid to have him 'fixed' on Adigeon Prime. At 15 or 16, Jules found out what had been done to him, was horrified, and declared Jules to be dead and only Julian was left in his place. Upon reading something that references the old legends regarding fairies, he might see himself as a Changeling, especially when one considers Changelings were said to have voracious appetites and were exceptionally mischievous. He sees Jules as an entirely separate entity to who he is now, rather like how a Changeling was part fairy and not exactly what was there before.

Thoughts? I would love to add the Gif of Julian arguing with his father over how he stopped being Jules at 15, saying he is Julian, his father asking the difference it makes, and Julian saying it makes all the difference. Sadly, I only know the basics of the Gif search engine and don't know how to look for a specific one. Maybe someone could add it since the way Julian said it is what made me think of the original basis for the Changeling?

[iamfuckingsorry]

"Do you know where we are going next?" I asked ART.

Y'know what, I think maybe I don't need any more Murderbot books. I think maybe ending things here is fucking perfect and as much as I love Wells's writing I'm genuinely not sure it can get better for me.

Like, so much of the books are about MB learning how to be a person, about becoming okay with being a complete individual with everything it entails. The first thing it does once it's actually allowed to decide on its own is it runs away from it all (admittedly to go on a mission to confirm some things about its past, because it genuinely just wants to be *good*). It shoves all its emotions away as much as it's able to. Then shit happens, and it makes its first friends, makes decisions based on these friendships, goes through a lot of emotionally intense situations...

And we get to this point here. MB having zero doubts about going with ART says a lot about its relationship with ART, but it also says a lot about its relationship with its humans - it knows that wherever it goes, when it comes back, the humans will still be there. Its humans actively acknowledge its struggles with being a now-free SecUnit and MB is willing to entertain the discussions to an extent and share information about its deeply personal experiences. Hell, System Collapse ends with MB admitting it might be somewhat broken, but that's okay as long as it can keep doing its job, and agreeing to basically do counselling - this is the guy what would rewatch its favourite TV show again and again in order to avoid acknowledging it even had Emotions a couple books back.

Reading this, I know that MB will be okay. It has hopes and goals and genuinely believes in itself and it has an amazing support system that its willing to lean on for the first time in its life. I'm convinced it'll go on to do great things with ART. And that's really the only thing I need to know.

[peliginspeaks]

Yeah I'm not done Veilsposting actually. Woops. Anyways, the longer I think about it, the more its bounty has a very clear class implication that goes along with Veils' desire to not so much have a rival, as have a victim who draws out the killing. 4 billion Echoes. Think about who would go for that. A bounty like that, a share big enough to fund your life many times over and ridiculous enough to be a warning in itself, is going to pull out the overconfident, the overly curious, and the desperate. The type of people baited into hunting Veils would end up being: 1. Rich hunters armed to the teeth looking for glory, 2. The odd curious Neathy newcomer who's about to get way in over their head, and 3. Anyone too desperate to turn down a chance at the money, even if they know the chance is low if anything.

The first kind it could be flashy about dismantling, and prideful in its ability to overcome a well-funded arsenal. The last two kinds of people will be afraid. Openly, miserably, viscerally afraid. It enjoys that. There's a reason it takes its good sweet time actually showing up to try and kill the PC in the late stages of BaL, even though it can travel through Parabola and definitely has the resources to just have them assassinated at a distance if it really came down to it. It wanted desperate people to come to it, and it wanted them to jump through the ridiculous side-quest hoops the Scarred Naturalist set out, and it wanted them to show up and be afraid, for its own entertainment. For a chance at prize money they never had a shot at getting.

What I'm saying is modern-day Veils would fund those humiliating game shows.

[starrycat123-blog]

rip to siffrin and loop but I'd get out of the time loops way faster than them and without having to have a complete mental breakdown because I'd tell my party about the loops almost immediately if not immediately and we'd figure it out together as a team

[mementoasts]

"ah, let's go over there!"

[theokusgallery]

I hate that I have reoccurring themes in everything I make. YES this guy has a complex over the fact that everyone prefers his sibling AGAIN. YES he was ostracized by his peers since he was in primary school and never knew why until years later. URGH

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[unproduciblesmackdown]

come get your levitous sidekick / vicious bastard / funny little guys

[dotterelly]

I really wasn't going to and then I blacked out and now I'm here. Have a crappy little clip compilation because I clearly am not thinking way too much about this tiny crumb.

[oblako]

she is just a girl who is so so scared </3