#and juno would pretend to hate it

[nerdetiquette]

Juno with butterfly locs, that’s it, that’s the post

[szqnxi]

OMG I NEED MORE OF NUMBER ONE FAN ITS ACTUALLY HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING ME FEET AHHH

Here ya go anon 😉 Also, don't hesitate to reach out if any of y'all want to be added on this fic's taglist

Your number 1 fan (Part 1)

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Patrol was exceptionally boring, much to Katsuki's dismay. Today turned out to be a quite typical day and he absolutely hated it. There were no villains to fight or anything of the sort, which had left Katsuki itching for some action.

They had just finished patrolling the area and were currently hanging out on the rooftop of a random building in Musutafu. Kirishima and Mina  were engaged in their own conversation, bickering over options for dinner, leaving him alone to his own business.

He was scrolling through his phone, when he stumbled upon your new song called Juno. It had been released a week prior, but with his busy schedule, he hadn't had a chance to listen to it until now.

Perfect timing. He thought to himself as he put on his earphones.

Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing

Oh yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit

God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh

Not even a few seconds into listening and he was already certain that this would become his new favorite song of yours. The song was incredibly catchy and  he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. Katsuki was genuinely enjoying your song, finding himself unconsciously tapping his foot along to the beat.

The chorus of the song was captivating, though he wasn't really surprised by your lyricism because of your other songs.

But just when he thought the song couldn't get any better, the bridge part came along, hitting him harder than he had expected.

Adore me

Hold me and explore me

Mark your territory (Ah-ah)

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah)

He froze, muttering a curse under his breath when he pictured your pretty face singing that particular line from the song, as if you were singing it directly to him.

*Click*

Katsuki snapped out of his thoughts when he spotted Mina holding up her phone, taking a picture of him. He had been so focused on your song that he didn't notice her approaching with her phone.

"The fuck are you taking a pic for?!" He scowled at Mina, who was now grinning mischievously before taking a picture, again.

"What are you even listening to?" Mina inquired.

"None of your goddamn business" He scoffed

She swiftly snatched one of his earphones, running away a little from Katsuki before listening to the song herself. "Oohh Juno? Nice song choice!" She commented, teasingly grinning at him.

Katsuki's eyes twitched.

"You... little shit!!" He growled, launching himself at Mina and started chasing her as she laughed and ran away like her life depends on it.

Coz it does.

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Number 1 Fan Masterlist

Note: This is short lol and as usual this ain't really proof read. Also, happy 100 followers to me. Feel free to drop some scenarios in my request box and I'll see if I can add it to future parts of this fic

[teecupangel]

Hi, it's me again the one who came back to the fandom recently and has a lot of feelings

I have a specific AU in my head that dosn't go away

Context: are you familiar with the prototype series? Alex Mercer and stuff? Alex is the virus who thinks of himself as the doctor Mercer in the start (sorry for the shit paragraph)

AU: Desmond is now an Eden Piece (some Isu bullshit happened and now he is a Eden Piece ) and because the piece consumes Desmond's memories (or leak of them) they think now they're Desmond Miles (who is dead) and try to live his life as Desmond.

So because of Animus bullshit, Desmond doesn't have many things left but he knows Shaun and Rebecca, then he will hunt these two down because he wants to stay with them, he feels lonely and doesn't understand the world very well (maybe deeply he knows he is not the true Desmond, but he can play pretend for a while because the company)

Shaun and Rebecca accept "Desmond"with tears in eyes, hugs and promises of all being together now. Everyone is happy until "Clay" shows up

That Clay is not exactly their Clay, but they're also as "Desmond" an Eden Piece. EP!Clay actually knows more than EP!Desmond and try to alert them about the Isus, because Eden Pieces are used to control the humans and serve the Isu and EP!Desmond just runway

While this happens, the two humans (Shaun and Rebecca) are trying to calm Layla down, but the girl just makes the canon choices and she dies (sorry Layla, I like you, you looks funny but you need to die girl for the sake of this shit, you need to die) but this time everything is worse because Eden Pieces

The truth comes to the light and the humans still decide to keep EP!Desmond and EP!Clay as friends... Until...

...after all this stupid shit show Layla comes back as Eden Piece... Honestly, Shaun and Rebecca should just retire at this point, go to some cottage live in the rural zone at the United Kingdom and leave all those freeks there... eat some warm soup, drink tea, feed the goose and sheep. Just ... They don't want to work with the possibility of finding an EP!Lucy someday, just give up and live a calm and rural life with zero technology (Shaun and Rebecca I like you guys, pls don't hate me, I feel really sorry for it but all your friends are now replacement for some alien version of them...)

I am quite familiar with the Prototype series XD

This is quite interesting and it reminds me of the movie Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Let’s mess things up a bit. Instead of basing it on Alex Mercer, let’s based this on Elizabeth Greene’s version of the virus.

Desmond is our ‘red herring’. The supposed Alex Mercer type in the story.

But the truth is he’s just the first of the ‘children’ being reborn as one that is both human and a Piece of Eden.

A device that had a connection to both the Grey and whatever Piece of Eden was used to create the Animus. That connection is what made that device be able to copy and recreate the data into a state the being was in before its death.

Becoming a Piece of Eden in the process is more of a… necessary ‘sacrifice’ to keep the production going without losing all resources.

Now, this does beg the question who our actual Elizabeth is. The ‘patient zero’.

Desmond Miles.

To be more exact, EP!Desmond is a failure because he was not able to be set in the same state as he was when he died which wasn’t when he was Desmond Miles but when he was the Reader.

This program was meant to return the Reader to a corporeal body to fix the world after he learned how to fix it.

That’s why Clay was the next one to be ‘reborn’. The device assumed that Clay would be capable of remembering the plan that the Reader made but that… went sideways because it’s not Clay’s memories. Clay does have the plan in his head but it’s jumbled together with the rest of the information (mindscrew) that Juno gave him before his first death.

Layla was the device’s Hail Mary. To be more exact, the device waited for Layla to die (it had no hand on her death, that’s an entire different thing that was half-orchestrated by Loki and his mistress and half-‘shit went down because we were too busy to actually support Layla’) because the next one to be reborn isn’t the Layla who died BUT the Layla who joined the Reader in trying to figure out how to save the world.

And unfortunately for the device, this Layla also suffered from those missing memories.

Because both the Reader and the Heir aren’t exactly human by the time they were to be reborn.

And now…

The device needs to figure out which one could (1) hold the Reader’s memories of the plan and (2) still be human.

The device’s next child?

The easy way out is that it’s one of Desmond’s ancestors with Altaïr being the easiest choice because his time with the Apple would make the transition to being a Piece of Eden easier.

The hard “let’s fuck with Desmond” choice?

Subject 4: Daniel Cross.

[ajs-demigod-bullshit]

Thinking about Hera/Juno HEAVY so here are some headcannons for her that aren’t just ‘ooh jealoussss!’:

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• calls every Mortal (and even her IMMORTAL children) she meets ‘Baby’ or ‘Son/Daughter/My child’ because she is THE Sky Mother of the cosmos and she genuinely views mortals as her children to look after and visit and love just as any other mother would.

• instead of being Jealous of Zeus’ escapades and hating the victims, she’s come to realize that Zeus does not love them. She has an understanding that the objects of his obsessions are not truly wise to his tricks, and therefore it would be unfair to punish them. And while she loves Zeus deeply, she understands that he is a being with free will. And sometimes beings with free will, even immortal and powerful ones, can make numerous mistakes and act childishly. She encourages him to never lie to her, and is stern with him when he cheats, but he does make efforts to act more appropriately when he slips.

• She’s become increasingly happy as she’s left Olympus more and become more active in the Mortal realm. She loves blessing Weddings between halfbloods, and she loves helping deliver Babies in hospitals and taking care of the Mothers as well.

• Helps turn Olympian Politics into a healthier system and makes sure new systems are put in place to help solve the gods’ political problems in a healthy and useful manor. If anyone has something bugging them on Olympus, Mom will definitely help sort things out without being Biased or showing Favoritism.

•Has a GIANT and I mean HUGE ‘Family Reunion’ day each year on Olympus where the gods are ALL expected to put their duties in the hands of their Nature Spirits or other Workers and COME HOME FOR DINNER. They pretend to be really inconvenienced but not once has anyone ever said they weren’t coming.

• anyone who prays in relation to their family, especially for their marriage or a mother praying for her child/a child praying for their mother always comes to be blessed by Hera/Juno.

• Moves all of the Unclaimed half-bloods into her cabin. It was a monumental occasion because she came down herself, marched right up to the Hermes cabin, and politely asked all of the Unclaimed kids to come home with her. She then leads them to her cabin where Cookies and new Bunks are waiting for them. Chiron was ABSOLUTELY MORTIFIED but something about this new attitude of hers was refreshing and he loved the idea.

• Juno started THE daycare of New Rome. Any family that is blessed to survive long enough to have a child in New Rome is FIERCELY protected by her.

• if any Half-blood teenager were to come to either camp Pregnant, Hera/Juno automatically throws her own Symbol above them to show she is watching and protecting them. She also does this to urge the parent of the half-blood to claim them. (For the record though if a half-blood comes to camp pregnant Hera and her staff have full claim to them. Yes their godly parent is still gonna claim them, and eventually they move out if they so choose, but The Hera Cabin is THE cabin a new or expecting Parent would want to be in.)

• Camp Jupiter had to expand because Juno likes to come to earth and sniff out Roman Half-Bloods as young as possible and just kind of… takes them home with her to camp.

[revolvinghell]

hi. um. i was inspired by @sainteclectic (please let me know if you dont wanna be tagged) and hyr amazing soul fragments au. i am. very biased towards heart. and started wondering what heart's fragments would be. um. so. nonsensical, not thought-out-at-all ramblings below the cut.

the first part would obviously be heart's negative emotions. the violence and hate, the depression, and he's so fucking tired. he bears all the hate towards mind, all the guilt for the juno incident, all the disdain for whole. maybe he has barbed wire wrapped around his body, hurting himself and others alike. restraining himself from lashing out, only leading to more pain for everyone, and failing anyway in the end.

the second would be apathy. after being denied expression of his emotions so often, he just started repressing them. he's like mind, in that he denies feeling anything at all. at some point, he would've been representative of coping, but as heart really has no healthy coping mechanisms at this point, that isnt happening. he doesnt want to feel anything — that leads to violence and shouting and anger and pain. so he doesnt let himself. becoming what he hates: cold, cynical, apathetic.

third one gave me some trouble. but maybe the last would be positive emotions. or, he's supposed to be, at least. but he's more like forced optimism at this point. he's supposed to be the love part of the emotional side. the joy and appreciation for little things. but he just cant. so he fakes it. maybe he wont feel so bad if he pretends everything is fine! he can fix it! he tries over and over and over. maybe it'll work this time.

im tired. sorry.

[polycule-playoff]

Bad Buddy vs Beastars

Bad Buddy:

"look Pat & Pran are classic Romeo and Juliet-esque style of lovers where they've known each other their whole lives but their families hate each other. They've been rivals/enemies, secretly friends, openly friends, secretly dating, openly dating, fake enemies, fake exes, basically everything. Pran & Wai are a very complicated but important relationship and is the person Pran is the closest to other than Pat. It's a similar deal with Korn & Pat (but they're a more bro kind of relationship than a complicated deal). Korn accepts Pran pretty quickly into the friend group once he finds out that he's dating Pat and Pat gets shot trying to help out Wai. Korn & Wai start off as hating each other but end up becoming really close and spend a lot of their time together and I think even become business partners after graduating and have all types of romantic tension. As a whole, Korn & Wai seem to be the two friends from college that Pat & Pran keep the most contact with after graduating and they're also 2 out of the 4 people in their day-to-day lives to know the truth about Pat & Pran pretending to break up (long story)"

Beastars:

"all these character's relationships with each other are so complicated and change so often that they should all just date it would solve all their problems. plus all of them would 100% be into it. legosi and louis have got that weirdly romantic-coded rivalry and louis hyperfixates on legosi. legosi and haru are the otp of the series. juno had feelings for legosi and then fell for louis and he mutually developed feelings for her. haru was in love with louis before falling for legosi and louis had ambiguous feelings toward her but cared about her a lot. juno and haru had a rivalry because they both like legosi but then they became close friends. everyone wants to date everyone else so bad and there is a solution for this… hold hands ya'll… kiss, even"

[hyunsvngs]

Juno Juno Juno, my love, my light

I lost a nail, I fought with my boyfriend and my cat clawed my gaming chair so I had five bottles of soju now I’m terribly terribly hungover 😭

If you’re feeling up for it could I bother you for your skz helping with a hangover headcanons

chan: honestly idk why but my brain went INSTANTLY to u and the kids having a wild night of drinking and he’s got to look after u ALL the next day. he’s just giggling playfully like “they lured my girlfriend into sin…” but he lowkey loves that you guys get on so well!! definitely has painkillers and water waiting by your bedside and cooks breakfast <3

minho: makes fun of u. what a weakling, u have a hangover? r u joking? probs screams louder just to make ur head hurt but then kisses u when u dont find it funny. “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” runs and gets u soonie doongie and dori for some cuddles.

changbin: he, too, is hungover. if u’ve been drinking, so has he and i get the vibe bini can put back A LOT of alcohol. u die in bed all day and order takeaway, watching shitty movies and whining every now and then that ur dying. it’s the end of the world until u wake up after a nap and suddenly feel fine

hyunjin: seems like the type to walk off hangovers so when you feel so fucked up after drinking he’s like oh?? worm?? and he’s so dramatic about it. keeps saying “are you sure this is a hangover? i’ve never seen anything like this before!” and you’re like no hyune, it’s really fine. insists on taking u to a&e and u have to stop him

jisung: i am so sure he was hungover in that one skz code, passed out in his puffer jacket. so i think he would also be hungover too. u guys would wake up, makeup still on, clothes from last night n just look at eachother and groan simultaneously. minho would have to come over to cook u food and tend to u bc u’d be positively dying

felix: helps with ur hangxiety. ur like “no seriously, felix, i backflipped over the bar last night.” and he’s all “yeah but did i tell u abt that one time where i ___.” he has you laughing so hard about it by the end of it you’ve forgotten you’re hungover. he just plays everything off as the lil sunshine he is. he’s just a little schweetie

seungmin: oh he’s so father coded abt it. all “you did this to yourself. you must face the consequences.” and ur like yes but i am dying?? tend to me?? and he begrudgingly does it. brings u water and pretends he hates looking after you but so secretly loves it really.. but adds it to the list of things u owe him for

jeongin: oh he’s so unknowingly evil about it. while felix is comforting, jeongin would be like “LMAO DO U REMEMBER ___?!” and you’re like oh my god please let me die. he definitely finds it SO funny and takes pictures of u at ur worst and when u ask why he’s like ?? ur cute?? LIKE HE GENUINELY DOESNT GET IT!! HE DOESNT GET HOW EVIL HE IS

[sliphater]

i made a speech for slip jackson's funeral on @slipjacksonlover 's discord server (despite the fact that i was repeatedly reminded of the fact that i was NOT INVITED)

for those of you who missed it, here it is:

ghello funeral

hey guys so the time has come for slip jackson to die. honestly. im conflicted. seeing all your sad faces here today has made me sympathetic. slippathetic. if you will.

he was in a coma for many years. not as many years as some other people I know, who have been shot and frozen for over 44 years. i dont think he has much room to complain.

but anyways he was still suffering in that coma.

I wonder if he dreamed at all. dreamed of the REAL WORLD. of you all and me. i wonder if he felt the love you all sent his way. the compassion you had for his half alive little corpse.

I hope he felt it. because if he felt it, he would have felt my hatred with it.

he did some pretty problematic shit ngl.

honestly i think its some great karma that after that one time he drugged oeter and pretended he was coma. served him right.

regardless of how consenting oeter was, i still think that was majorly weird. and also kind of taking advantage. like. that was oeters ONLY CHOICE. thats fucked up.

i guess it was kind of his only choice too.

ysee its so easy to blame this shit on people when they have the resources available to them to do better things. they didnt have those kinds of resources then.

....so.... im doing to say that. while i am so glad he is dead and would still punch his stupid face. i dont blame him for his actions anymore.

that doesnt mean im done hating peope though.

i think you all will notice that it is my very being that is hateful. it fuels ,me in my daily life.

with slip jackson's death, my hate lies dormant. there's no reason for it now. i cant reach him from here.

...

peter nureyev on the other hand is a FUCKIGN DUMBASS.

fumbled the hottest lady in the fucking UNIVERSE (other than Buddy Aurinko) and still hasnt learned a FUCKING THING.

he almost took away SOMEONE ELSES LIFE to save SLIP JACKSON'S- CAN YOU EVEN CALL THAT A LIFE???

he was a fucking idiot. and as much as i adore his stupid seductive sultry voice, he has been a terrible partner to Juno.

I know this stems from deeper issues of self loathign and self worth but im still pissed.

there is no reason to hurt other people for your own fucking issues. if it gets to this point, get HELP. peter was self aware enough to know the way he was impacting everyone around him.

he trashed buddy and vespas wedding for it.

he abandoned juno right to his fuckign face.

he hurt so many people for what? slip jackson? slip definitely wouldnt want to live after this.

he better fucking redeem himself in these last two episodes because wooo weee what a FUCKING ASSHOLE

anyways happy funeral guys. im glad hes gone. if his voice actor actually turns up to this i want them to know that they did a great job voice acting him. you have a great voice its just a shame that slip jackson's slipperiness kind of tainted that.

fuck peter nureyev. love juno steel.

with utter and neverending vitriol,

sliphater

[xikyuu]

“oc question #3: if they could have a real life conversation with you, how would it go?” curtesy of ‘_..darr1ingz.._’ on tiktok.

at some point, the conversation became one-sided and more of me psychoanalyzing them. it kinda resembles a letter format, but if you pay attention, there are gaps where it seems like dallas (he/him) responds. extra notes are at the top of my tags. have fun reading!

total words: 2,329. writing under cut:

i’d ask dallas what its like to see all these worlds. yes, i know i made you and the conversations you have but i desire connection i cannot have.

what is kismadoré actually like when everything is sewn together lovingly? did you feel loved, even if it was temporary? are the city streets worn down with love and care? does it show the world that city of life is, indeed, living? that there is water in it’s roots?

what’s your handwriting like? did you ever decide to go to college in a universe? if so, what was your major? did you get multiple degrees? what was your favorite class? least favorite? favorite teacher? do you have a favorite fun fact? please tell me.

where there times you were genuinely scared for your life? are you afraid of me? of the complete power and creation i hold over you? i’m so sorry i hurt you.

do you have a favorite stuffed animal?

what was your father’s name? do you hate me for what i did to him? do you hate me for what i did to your mother? do you hate me? i caused all this hurt for you. you could’ve survived if i gave you a happy life. i could’ve made you a loving father, but i don’t know what that looks like. i could’ve gave you your mother, but i’ve never seen my mother and father exist in the same place and not be at each other’s throats. do you forgive me? please don’t forgive me. i love you. i wish i could be you. do you hate me? i killed alibi. i killed skip. i killed you. they’re dead because of me. they had to start a rebellion because of me. your father is cruel and evil because of me. would you kill me if you had the chance? do you wish you could see them again? i’m so sorry.

you know this is real, right? you are real. you exist because i exist. i made you and i am still making you. you are something i will always come back to. you make me happy. you make my friends happy. they love you. yes, really. i wouldn’t lie to you about that.

did you know alibi is based off my friend? they created kit’s design. i made alibi into themself. did you know that one of the potential names for alibi was mochi? there was supposed to be another in the resistance crew. i scrapped them early on.

what’s it like to shoot a gun and know every shot has killed? i’m sorry. is the metal cold to the touch? does it burn your hands with memories? does your finger still sit perfectly on the trigger? even if you try to bury the subconscious knowledge of how to do anything with that wretched thing? it’s why you got your namesake, after all. i’m sorry. i don’t like guns, either. i wanted you to be safe.

you need to let go of the mask. stop pretending you are fine. people want to help. remember what we say about communication? it is key.

who was the person who killed you? i don’t know who they are, just that they were misguided and brainwashed into hating you. i’m so sorry. you could’ve had another friend before you died.

what’s your favorite plant? did you ever hide in the willow trees like they were curtains? what is the easiest tree to climb? does that one tree still have bark torn off from how often you guys tried to climb it? do you remember the tree that bore fruit and attracted the many flutters of butterflies? and how they rested gently on your hands and chest? how you held out your arm and several would perch on your arm like it was an extension of the tree? and didn’t that one butterfly land on your nose? did you have fun?

theres so much pressure on you. i’m sorry.

juno and asmo are okay. they survived. you know this, right? i’m sorry you didn’t get to see them heal. they miss you.

do you still wish on acorns? do you still play the violin? do you still dance in the rain with a big smile on your face? do you still dance around the tall bonfire to songs of kismá? and what of the picnics in flower fields?

i’m sorry you had to hide guns in a basket of flowers. i’m sorry you had to be paranoid and hypervigilant. i’m sorry i ruined your breathing with the orange gas.

do you still share folk stories to the multiverse about kismadoré?

whats your favorite color? is it green like me? how is it that we are so similar but so different? i made you in my own image, but the mirror reflecting me is distorted.

whats your favorite form to stay in? do you have any favorite jewelry pieces? what is your favorite dessert?

you can see the indents from when i made you—like clay. does that mean i messed up or does it show the care that i put into you? molding you until you grew into something i cannot be?

do you have a favorite memory? do you have more? what was it like to sit in the desert at a campfire, surrounded by people you love? did you have the heart to say that you might not survive this run to freedom? what was your reaction to the walls falling? i’m sorry your home is so corrupt.

what new dishes came about in kismadoré that i’ll never be able to try? what cultures meshed to make one giant city? had anyone ever tried mixing soul food and japanese together?

what songs play at the funeral rites? what colors do you wear to mourn?

do you still know cardinal directions like the back of your hand? it’s because of the compass, right? does kismadoré have an official animal? official dish? is it recognized on maps? if it isn’t, i’ll write it into canon. how many people live in kismadoré? i know the initial population was small. oh wow. that’s a lot.

whats some of the funniest reactions people have had to your powers?

are your fingers burnt from the fires? do you lose sensation in them sometimes? does the cold make your bones hurt? i know it does for me. how bad are the scars in person? i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry.

do you have a favorite book? what genre do you like? i have so many recommendations. do you have any for me?

do you draw? paint? can i see? it’s totally okay if you don’t want to show me. how’s your poetry coming along? any favorite symbols you love to throw in? yeah, floriography is great.

were you aware when asmo blessed you as you bled out in her lap? she recited the poem. ‘may the stars be there to guide you.’ that one.

i’m sorry. i took you away right after you finally got your freedom. do you think that’s cruel of me? you got it eventually, just not in the way you expected.

what is time like if time is not linear?

you know you are allowed to be loud, right? it is your right. it is in your nature. kismá calls to ask you why you aren’t screaming and yelling and singing and crying and clapping and stomping and dancing and whistling and humming and laughing and breathing and living and why are you not shaking the stars with excitement and joy because you are loved, my dear, did you know that? did you know that your heart beats in your chest, even if it is out of tune? the blood in your veins makes music you cannot even comprehend. the wind makes a sound that we can copy and sing along with. the water is clean for you to wade into. kick it around and laugh. your clothes get wet, but that is nature. the wind will hug you as it passes. its cold but it means well. the flowers dance even in the midst of a hurricane and so will we. we will dance even when crying. that is the beauty of it. sá boé dáli, sá baoyă dáli.

do you still think of them? the nostalgia is lethal. but does lethality even matter to someone who cannot die? do you indulge yourself with poison just to wonder what could have been? when did you forget their faces? when did you forget their voices? do you know this is self-destructive? of course you don’t care.

does your home still affect you? are you kintsugi pretending to be a person? do you know where each you used to be? where on your porcelain vessel lays the tiles of the child soldier? the fake confidence and paranoia of the resistance leader? the people-pleaser? the scared child? and did you get your eyes from the gods who remade you? the gods who held your cracked form gently and helped heal you? at what point are you not a person anymore? how cracked is the still, cold heart that rests in your chest cavity? it contains every person you once were and will be. you can take the man out of the walls, but the walls came crumbling down and embedded themselves into your then fragile, human skin. you can try to pick out the concrete but it’s stuck, it’s there. just like the shrapnel from the bullets that fused themselves to your corpse. you can run, but you can’t hide. you can never avoid the past. do you even want to?

you forget you aren’t human. not anymore. even so, you cling onto humanity like a child crying for their parents. you feel emotions as deeply as the next. you stand next to a human in a vessel that is dead and wonder why you feel as if you don’t belong. your empathy is damaging. your mannerisms mimic something you aren’t. hold onto this. pray for more. do not loose it.

how do you manage your anger? where do you feel it? that’s interesting. can you feel it twist itself between the valves and chambers of your heart? do the thorns of malice pierce your lungs? do you wish it would stop burning in your chest? do you ever have a sick satisfaction with you shoot off insults? do you feel regret when you snap at a loved one? when does it spread to your throat and take it’s wretched hands and choke you? when does it embrace your shoulders in justice? do you give people what they deserve? and what happens if they don’t deserve it? whenever will your lungs be damaged from the live coals that simmer? do you ever cough up the smoke? and when do you grab that gun and deliver retribution? is anger a welcome feeling for you? do you hate the thought of hatred itself? that would be funny. or is it that you fear who you become when you are this monster born of emotions, ash spewing from cracked lips with magma burning in your eyes?

and how do you feel about violence? is it an unremovable part of you? is it in your brain and does tends to stick no matter how hard it clings to your amygdala? what would you be without it? do you still remember how to kill a man? the best place to hit with the bat covered in rusty nails? does the blood still drip from your fingers and onto the floor? do you still feel that automatic reaction to pull out the gun whenever anything bad happens? do you forget how to care about the blood dripping from your fingers? did you still crave it? do you crave for the thing that raised you? do you ever smile when you shoot? have you become desensitized? you hate it. you hate it so much. you love it. the rush of adrenaline. you hate that you crave it. you pull your lips back into a sick and bloody smile when the tyrant is dead. you were numb the first time it happened. why are you so conflicted?

was death cold? what form did it take, if any at all? did it embrace you or was it so sudden that you thought your neck broke? did it unsettle you or did you feel comfortable? or did you feel nothing at all? after all, most are nothing in death. who was the first to meet you? to come and take your hand and lead you to the Garden? and how many times did you refuse that you were safe in Their care? how many times did you die after that until you finally cracked and sobbed and went down that road of healing? did you expect to see your old family in death?

what’s it like holding stardust in your palms? to be able to peek in at universes? to be able to walk among worlds like you are a part of it yourself? what’s it like being everything and nothing at once? can you hold the multiverse’s mysteries in your many arms? do your wings ever get in the way? what’s seeing like with that many eyes? to be so human and so otherly that you are stuck in an eternal venn-diagram, comparing your every move with that of your mortal past and your immortal future? but the past is the future and the future is the past, right? how silly of me to forget.

what will you do from here? now you’ve met me? am i everything you thought of? am i so different from your expectations? am i pressing too hard? wouldn’t you already know this? you’re made to know everything.

i’m sorry for everything, by the way. i think you knew that— yeah. come visit me again. ‘May The Stars guide you.’

[spiralling-thoughts]

do you have any bobbin headcanons?

You ask me about any of tbosas tributes and I guarantee that I'll have something and bobbin is one of my favourite characters so LET'S GO *Crack fingers*

- his father died due to the peacekeepers executing him and is raised by a single mother

He lost his arm when he was 5 years old because he was collecting cotton underneath a dangerous machine his twin was the one who dragged him from under it

-thier grandma lives with them although she has Alzheimer's and tends to forget that bobbin lost his arm and Lacey lost two of her fingers so whenever she asks them about it they come up with different stories about it it's very much normal for bobbin and Lacey to make fun of their disabilities but they don't let anyone make fun of it

- have a twin sister named Lacey and a younger brother named wooly he and Lacey have to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get in trouble so bobbin is used to looking after someone

Once graffiti the peacekeepers base

His ma is a very tough lady and she's the one who taught him how to kill someone with a sewing needle and yells at anyone who messes with her children and is kinda feared in their neighborhood and bobbin enjoys watching her go off on someone and he likes to copy her way of talking

- he and wovey are neighbours and when wovey's mother died he and Lacey comforted her during the funeral and bobbin s mother said that wovey is under her protection and she became like a second mother to wovey

- he loves wearing bright colours and had dreams of visiting the beaches of district 4 as there are no beaches or much nature in district 8 so he's grandma sewid aquatic embroidery on his clothes and

- some of the girls in the factory that he worked in had a crush on him but he didn't know who to choose, so he pretended he didn't notice

- doesn't stand anyone messing with his family and friends, anyone who dares doing that would face his wrath

- made friends with other kids who lost limbs in the factory he works in it's very common for that happening in district 8

- is knowledgeable about medical stuff as he regularly had to help his cowerekers who get injured it also made him unphased by blood he has seen some stuff in the factory he works in

- was very protective of wovey throughout their journey to the capitol and in the zoo and even let her cuddle him when she would be scared

- absolutely hated hilarius and Juno and couldn't stand them, he also wanted to punch lucky in the face

- managed to get some food by telling people how their clothes were made although not much because he's attitude wasn't to their liking and some kids were disgusted by him ( yeah he faced a lot of aibliseim in the capitol)

- befriend mizzen as he would ask him about district 4 but he mostly kept to himself and wovey was who would interact the most with him

- defended wovey from capitol folks who were bullying her

[multishipper-baby]

Favorite characters and ships from Beastars?

Favorite characters... Probably Legoshi (I love me a supremely mentally ill protagonist that does stupid shit all the time), Louis and Yahya- although I like most characters, I'd say. Shout-out to the theater club gang, they're pretty fun and I'm glad we didn't just ditch them when Legoshi left. Hope there's more of them in the manga.

As for ships, I am a firm believer in the Legoshi harem. Is it cliche and cringe to ship the main character with everyone? Yes. Do I give a fuck? No, not at all. Here are some highlights:

Legoshi/Haru: Self explanatory. Minus points because Legoshi is kind of a shit boyfriend at times, but they're still cute together.

Legoshi/Louis: Self explanatory.

Legoshi/Juno: Do I think they'd make a good couple? Fuck no. Do I think watching them get together and try to pretend they're in any way compatible would be funny? Absolutely yes.

Legoshi/Riz: I mean, the kiss? The leg lock? The talking about their feelings before fighting to the death? The changing each other's perspectives on life forever? The literal everything about them? I'm surprised more people aren't into it, honestly. How can you have a queercoded villain and hero that fight HALF NAKED IN THE SHOWERS, and you DON'T ship it? Be serious.

Legoshi/Pina: Pina immediately getting into Legoshi's personal space the second he was allowed in the theater club, and taking the literal first chance they were alone to turn all the lights off and come on to Legoshi. He literally saw my man for the first time and said "I'm going to tap that" and honestly? Respect.

Legoshi/Melon: Look at Melon's masochistic tendencies, look at how Legoshi has bettered himself in a fight. Look at Melon's sadistic tendencies, look at Legoshi's surprising pain tolerance. Look at Melon hating his own body, look at Legoshi wanting to make hybrids feel beautiful. Look at how Legoshi rejected Haru's kiss, and now look at how he later ended up giving his first kiss to the villain. Look at Legoshi rejecting Haru's offer for sex twice... connect the dots. Now, am I saying that Legoshi and Melon having the world's most fucked up hate sex should be part of the manga? I mean... I'm not not saying that. Am I saying that Melon can be fixed with gay sex? Not really. In fact it might make him worse. But I still think they should give it a shot.

[teecupangel]

I hate to be the one to ask but…catboy!Desmond?

Why would you hate to ask such a thing? Catboy!Desmond is a very fun idea.

I mean, think about it.

Is he the only catboy in the entire world?

Is this an AU populated by cat people?

Is this an AU where only a few people are cat people and its genetics?

Does this mean we will have to live with ourselves with the very idea of catboy!William Miles???

Lollol.

Okay, let’s think of this seriously.

We’ll make Desmond the only catboy in this situation and it’s only talked about.

Feline features are considered divine.

Because the Isus were cat people.

(Let us take a moment to hurl at the image of catgirl!Juno)

And Desmond’s feline features only ‘sprouted’ after he died.

When he wakes up, his human ears are gone and he has this big fluffy brown cat ears on the top of his head. He can’t control his tail at all and it reacts with his emotions.

His eyes now glow in the dark.

And he has little itty-bitty fangs!

The entire thing deserves a big long freak out session but he can’t even do that because…

He’s stuck in the past!

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Unorganized Notes:

As the only cat person in the entire world, he has to hide his ears and tail. The eyes and fangs are… manageable as long as he’s careful.

His tail has a mind of its own and it reacts to Desmond’s actual feelings, no matter how hard he tries to pretend to not be affected by anything.

You get to pick which ancestor has been ‘blessed’ by catboy!Desmond’s appearance. Regardless, the main point is that the ancestor gets to be the one to find out Desmond’s true ‘identity’ and become Desmond’s owner.

By owner, we mean they’re in charge of his food and lounging as well as taking care of Desmond because he’s quite bad at taking care of himself.

They’re pretty much a cat owner now for better or worse.

Because he is a catboy, he has developed cat-like characteristics like… liking really high places, getting distracted by certain objects and wanting to chase/get said objects (RIP pigeons), sleeping where there’s sunlight, purring when he’s pleased and… an unnatural hatred for getting wet.

Also he starts to lick people he likes. No one is more embarrassed by it than Desmond himself.

Desmond liking high places becomes a spot of bother because, well, he has the reflexes of a cat and the skills of an Assassin so they’re really, really high… like synchronization points high.

Desmond cannot stand things dangling like ropes. He will start smacking it before he catches himself and then he’d be embarrassed.

If you cannot find him… check the newly washed clothes and blankets.

[doevademe]

That last son of Aphrodite Nico post has me thinking about amnesiac Nico, so can you give some headcanons for an au where Hera doesn’t trust Nico enough to let him keep his memories, like him going back and forth through the camps after saving Hazel until his memories get taken but nobody except for Hazel is worried until Percy gets his memories back. And when they finally find him they wouldn’t have the time to deal with helping him get his memories back!!! I think itd be so good if everything went the same way it did in canon especially if he gets his memories back during the Cupid scene 😭😭

Amnesiac Nico AU

Nico arrives to Camp Jupiter a few days after Jason disappears, without any memories.

Hazel tries filling the blanks as best as she can, but Nico is a very private person, and there's a lot she doesn't know.

General consensus among the Romans is: Not a Legionnaire, not our problem, and the Greek side doesn't notice he's missing for a while, and Percy's own vanishing takes priority.

The "I know you" "Do you?" exchange is completely sincere here. Both Percy and Nico are certain they know each other, but don't know who or what they were to each other.

They are joined at the hip the whole time, just talking about vague memories and trying to piece their shared pasts. Hazel watches them, hopeful Nico will remember himself.

Nico dreams with Thanatos the night Mars appears. He tells him that he can't go with Percy, Hazel and Frank, as his role is to find the Doors of Death.

Percy kisses Nico before going their separate ways ("I'm not sure if it's something we did before, but it's what feels right."). Nico goes, thinking that maybe this is what Juno was trying to keep from them.

When Percy gets his memories back, he feels like he took advantage of Nico. He obviously hates him, yet he believes they are something else because of his amnesia. He promises himself to help Nico remember whatever it takes.

Percy feels even worse when Annabeth because he unknowingly betrayed her. He confesses what he did, and Annabeth begins avoiding him.

Jump to Nico's rescue. When he wakes up, he smiles at Percy and mumbles he knew he would find him. He's still memory wiped, and Percy doesn't know how to break it to him.

Nico notices he remembers, though, and asks about them. Percy only says their relationship is not quite what they thought, but that they always end up protecting each other ("That's enough for me," he says, happy). Percy promises to help him get his memories back too.

Percy falls with Annabeth. Nico despairs. Hazel tells him that Percy and Annabeth are dating. Nico is torn between hating Percy, and understanding that they were both misunderstanding their relationship.

Outwardly, Nico acts like it's no big deal, that he and Percy were completely platonic, but inside, Nico suffers because he realized he's in love, and he doesn't know if that was the case before he lost his memories.

Cupid wants him to be honest about his feelings, but Nico refuses because he doesn't want to burden Percy, his friend. Cupid's arrows show him glimpses of his past, and he ends up admitting that he fell for Percy, not once, but twice.

Cupid shoots him once more and Nico remembers everything, and feels like throwing up. How on Earth was he acting like a love-struck fool with Percy, in public? And even admitted it in front of Jason Grace?

Canon happens, Percy and Annabeth get back. Percy goes to hug Nico when they reunite, but Nico just says, "I remember now, so you can stop pretending."

Percy is hurt. Nico is hurt. They go their separate ways. Angst abounds.

Percy realizes he's betraying Annabeth again, because he keeps going back to kissing Nico. He wanted to do it again when he left with Reyna and Hedge. He breaks up with Annabeth in Athens.

Canon happens again. Nico confesses to Percy, hoping to just get it over with and move on, but Percy surprises him by confessing back.

[skeletonstarz]

All aboard I'm fucking seething

Blizzard you stupid whinny piece of fossilized mammoth shit. Another anime Collab? Another Collab in general??? Overwatch used to be a game with obvious flaws but those flaws had heart to them (usually.) now fucking...MHA Collab?? Oh let me guess the characters! Should be interesting considering Reinhardt, kiriko, mercy, Pharah, genji, reaper, tracer have been the ONLY FUCKING CHARACTER'S TO GET ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL THE SHOP SKINS NOW

So fucking tired like yeah they are great cosmetics I reallllly like these skins! Surprised. They aren't bad. Its just sad seeing how the only thing that the richies in charge of the company think..."yes...yes...get more...COLLABS" like u just had one with yourselves.

I'm seeing alot of people say ramattra should have been all might and I agree ( however I knew that if they did this Collab Rien would be the ultimate choice for all might..)

But my god...I could go on and on about how I personally feel that kiriko is a big ass mistake of a character. Now don't frown ☹️ because I main her I get to hate her and I do hate her but I have a bit of love for her. But SHE IS NOT THE POSTER CHILD I AND I WILL SHOVE THIS DOWN PEOPLES THROATS. She will NEVER be the poster child. There are already two. Winton and tracer. Never kiriko or Juno or whatever fucking new character comes out. Although I wouldn't mind Sojourn or junker queen as new poster children, they have my endorsement.

Now I know this aint serious at all but it is to me. As a ten year old I'd plead with my poor poor family to buy overwatch for years because I was obsessed (heavily fixated) with overwatch. It was a whole new world for me to dive in and tracer is the reason I pretend to be British! So I must give my hand to her.

So many people have brought up amazinggggg ideas for lore cosmetics/animations/sprays/voice lines etc, but no all we get is dull overused franchises. We could have Lifeweaver in his science fit, ...more sojourn skins...., THERE ARE IDEAS I'm blanking tbh

Clenches fists white froth coming out of my mouth

veins popping up upon my forehead and arms

I could make overwatch overwatch again...

But no one knows that....

I main D.va by the way like she's my most played and I'm bronze cause why would I actually try to rank up? I play to win bitch not to brag

Although D.va to me is a very neutral Aroace she/her transmasc socially tired kinda guy. No one gets her like I Do. She probably drinks diet soda for the taste like i do, totally

Yeah NGL I dont be shipping D.va, Hanzo, illari, Juno with anyone...it makes me gag and ya know I obviously don't ship the omnics or animals

However u can ship omnics with humans (I personally might start a Sombra x zen just for the hell of it ) I say that because In certain maps there are posters with human omnic romances, and yeah I'm one of those ram and zen r brothers brothers people. If u ship ram and zen keep it to urself I'm very hostile when it comes to shipping...it's a job not a fun hobby for this man. Aka me I'm the man ♂️😂

Okay I won't out right bully you for shipping but I'm also not gonna be very considerate in the way I talk about said ships..

Like I can't STAND dead by daylight ships...my word so bad...HOW DO U GET JAKE PARK AND MICHAEL CUCKING MYERS AS... BOYFRIENDS?? i have been bamboozled for 6 years with that one. Or GHOSTFACE AND MICHEAL?? GUYS MICHAEL DOES NOT WANNA BE KISSING THESE MEN. Wait hold on. Let me make another post about ships I hate I'm passionate now

Turbo-tastic!

[zara-mayfield-silva]

Sunday Sibling Brunch || Self Para

Date: January 16th, 2022 Time: 11:47 am Location: Juno’s Bakery & Cafe, Boston, MA

Zara’s getting married. Yes, hard to believe; and her siblings probably won’t believe it when she tells them either, but well, it’s happening. And soon. Now there’s just the matter of actually telling them. She wants to do it in person, not over the phone. But here’s the deal. It’s hard to get all three of the younger Mayfield siblings together in one place at the same time. They’re busy people; all adults with lives to cater to.

However, there is one saving grace they have, and have always seemed to uphold. And that is their every third Sunday of the month sibling brunch. Sonya had invited herself to a few of these brunches, on occasion. In fact, when she first found out the younger Mayfield’s all went to something without her, she would come out of spite. Though Sonya has always loved to pretend to play the part of the, ‘older, far more eloquent and mature,’ Mayfield sibling, who’s, ‘above it all,’ she actually hates being excluded. Especially when it involves all of them. The FOMO gets the better of her.

Still, despite Sonya’s occasional intrusions, it’s been about a year since any of them have actually properly seen or talked to her, let alone at their sibling brunches. But she’s got three kids now, two of which are rather young, so maybe she’s got other things to worry about…Two out of four of the siblings live in Boston, so that makes things easier.

Sonya stayed in New York, and lives with her husband and three children in Greenwich Village. She still works for the New York Times; one of their top editors, so Zara and the family have heard.

Heath moved to Boston right before Zara did when he started playing for the Boston Red Sox right out of college. He’s been with them ever since, and is now getting towards the end of his career, thinking about retiring. Heath’s a photographer, though, and a damn good one at that. So at least he has something to fall back on if he wants to.

Beth moves around a lot for her job, depending on where there’s a gallery in need of an art curator. Right now, she’s living in New Jersey visiting Boston for the long weekend. She’s staying with Zara and Javier, and quite frankly, it’s been hard to hide the exciting new news she wants to share with the both of them.

The three of them have always been close. Growing up, they did a lot for each other, and basically raised one another. Heath used to braid his younger sister’s hair for them before school, and beat up their bullies. He even taught them how to beat up their own bullies when he couldn’t be around to do it anymore. Zara served as a wingman for both Heath and Beth, as well as taught Heath how to talk to girls. She also taught Beth how to play the guitar.

Beth would help Heath pick out outfits to wear on his dates, like…she’s the only reason he has style. And she taught Zara how to be patient, and kind. It’s because of them, she didn’t completely go, ‘off the deep end,’ when things always seemed to go south for her, or their family. They always have each other, even if one of them (particularly Zara) pushes the other away. They don’t leave the other behind.

So it’s nice that today, at their sibling brunch, Zara can share good news with them rather than bad. There’s been a lot of sibling brunch’s of them sitting down to bad news, particularly on Zara’s end. Today though, today she gets to share that she’s engaged to her favorite person.

As they sit down, the host gives them their menus and fills their waters. Heath’s just come from practice, so his hair is wet from a quick shower, and he’s thrown on a forest green polo, a pair of black slacks, and some nice looking green velvet loafers for their sake. He doesn’t have to, but something in all of them feels the need to be presentable when going out in public even still, all these years later. Can take the kid out of politics, but you can’t take the politics out of the kid…

Beth, of course, is dressed to perfection. Out of all of them, she’s always taken the award of best dressed. She’s got these cute strappy peach sandals on, paired with a floral v-neck sundress, and a floppy sun hat that matches her shoes. Her sunglasses match her dress, and they're big and round, much like her eyes when she takes them off. Zara’s a bit more muted with her all black attire; going for her classic Doc Martens, a ripped Van Halen tank top, a pair of black jean shorts, and brown visors covering her eyes.

They’re all so different, yet they get along so well…it’s interesting to see. Maybe they’re bonded by trauma, maybe they actually do just have personalities that mesh well and get along. Maybe it’s both; who knows. At the very least they’re trying, unlike some of their other family members…

When the host walks away to give them time with the menus and they wait for the waiter, Beth is the first one to pipe up, taking off her sunglasses now that they're in the comfort of a shaded table outside.

“What the fuck is up with you two, huh? It’s been like, a month, since I’ve talked to you, Heath. And three weeks for you, Zara. That might be my fault because I just moved and I’m working a lot…” she pauses, finger raised, eyeing her siblings.

Zara raises her brow and sips her water, looking at Heath. He does the same, near perfectly mirroring his sister’s actions.

“Okay stop, I have a good excuse! I’m grinding!”

“Oh, she’s grinding, Zara did you hear that?”

“I heard her say she has a good excuse, Heath, but I hardly think grinding, is an excuse-”

“Okay, alright, losers, so what’s your excuse then, hm? You helped me move to Jersey, and then you totally bailed!”

“Yeah, because you moved to Jersey City.”

Zara nearly spits out her water, leaning over to smack her brother's arm as she stifles back laughter and ducks her younger sister’s eyesight. He’s sitting right next to her, so it’s not hard for him to smack her back. Now they’re in a smacking fight, while Beth rolls her eyes at them, and hits them both from across the table.

“Ha, fucking ha, assholes. It’s not even that bad, and it’s a train ride from New York, so. Who’re the real losers here, yah Bostonites, or…whatever the hell y’all are called,” Beth snorts, sipping her water and looking over the menu.

“I’m not married to this place like you are, so,” Zara puts up her hands, looking towards Heath.

He rolls his eyes, and flicks water from his glass towards Beth. “It’s great here, and you just don’t know it yet.”

“Hey!” Beth flicks water back at him and laughs.

“Well the people aren’t any nicer, and it certainly isn’t, and can’t be more diverse than New York, so. She has you there,” Zara points out, shrugging towards her brother.

He gasps, “who’s side are you on, dude?”

“Definitely not Boston’s, I don’t give a shit, dude,” Zara chuckles, and Beth snorts, covering her mouth when Heath looks put out.

“I mean, I don’t even know if I’m gonna live here in a year. Javier and I might wanna move somewhere else,” she points out.

Beth and Heath both look at each other with raised brows. “Why, you got something to say, Z?” Heath asks, leaning back in his chair.

Well shit. Boston has always been Heath and Zara’s thing. They both live here, and their mom tasked Heath with taking care of Zara when she first enrolled at Turning as, ‘punishment,’ for bad behavior. Heath was the only person Zara knew in Boston for a long time, so they spent a lot of time together here, getting to know the place.

But, well…it’s Heath’s place. Not hers. He was here first, and she just showed up for the time being until the next adventure came along. Now…well, now that next adventure is here, and it may be time for a change. Who knows. Javier and Zara haven’t really talked about that yet. They both have lives here, so…why change any of that just yet? And besides, they have some loose ends to take care of before they want to even think about leaving. Like The Grid, for example…

“I’m not moving, it’s not that,” Zara starts, pausing when she sees the waiter approaching.

They all order drinks, and some bread appetizer that they know they’ll all eat. Once the waiter is gone, Zara turns back to her siblings and waves her hand in the air.

“I’m not moving,” she says again, and Beth flicks her to go on.

“I’m getting married. I’m engaged. To Javier, obviously,” she adds, as if it isn’t obvious. Heath nearly chokes in his water, and Beth gasps, and puts her hands on either side of the table to brace it.

“What?! Wait…what?!” Beth nearly shakes the table.

“When did that happen? Do Ri and Nat know?” Heath questions, picking up her left hand to examine it. “And where the fuck is the ring? He got you a ring, right?”

“Dude, chill the fuck out; he gave me a ring. It's just around my neck right now because I was waiting to tell you guys. Eesh. Y’all are worse than mom,” Zara chuckles, reaching up to unclasp the metal chain the ring Javier gave her is hanging on for safe keeping.

“And yeah, Jav told them the other night over dinner. I think he and Ri called Nat to tell her the news.” She leans over to give it to Beth first, then obviously she can pass it around for show and tell. These frickin’ nerds…

“Man…I kinda feel like he should have asked for my permission, or something.”

Zara snorts loudly and turns to Heath in an exaggerated way. “Excuse me? What am I, a piece of meat? I’m not for sale, my guy.”

“Yeah what the fuck, Heath? That’s like, so archaic of you? You’ve got three sisters, just… be better.” Beth muses without looking up from examining the ring.

“Yo, this is actually gorgeous, though. Javier did good,” Beth says, handing the ring to Heath next. He takes it, gives it a look over, then whistles.

“Alright, I take back what I said before. My man Javier spent a pretty penny on this one. And he knows my sister well. It’s black, just like her soul,” he jokes as he hands the ring back to Zara, who punches his shoulder a few times.

“Asshole,” Zara hisses at him while Beth laughs and Zara takes her ring back. Enough show and tell, now it can go where it’s supposed to. On her damn ring finger.

The waiter comes back with their drinks and the bread appetizer they ordered a few moments later. A Coke for Zara, an Arnold Palmer for Beth, and a Bloody Mary for Heath.

“How long’s it been now?” Heath asks, pointing to Zara’s Coke.

“Two years in April,” Zara smiles proudly as she sips her Coke; having been referring to her sobriety. It’s been almost two years since she decided to get sober after Kishan’s death. Crazy, how times flies, and how the anniversary of his death has managed to sneak up on them like this. It sort of makes sense, what with everything going on.

“Congrats, sis, that’s great!” Heath puts his hand up for a high five, which Zara meets with her own.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great, but when’s the wedding?” Beth waves her hands in the air, musing aloud.

“Dude,” Zara laughs, shaking her head.

“What?! I love love, and weddings, and I didn’t think we’d get another one so soon after Heath’s.”

“Heath’s wedding was like, over a year ago!”

“It was eight months ago, but, who’s counting,” Heath shrugs.

“Okay…” Zara rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders. “What do y’all want from me, huh? It’s not my fault Heath and Willow literally took five billion years to finally get married, like…y’all have been together since high school, and it took…ten, plus, years? Twelve, maybe?” Zara’s kind of being mean, but whatever, Heath can take it. Heath rolls his eyes and Beth stifles a laugh.

“Jav and I joked about marriage before, but then we actually started talking about things, like…like about being each other’s family, or whatever, and you know how our family is,” Zara explains, looking at them.

They nod. “Yeah,” they both say, grimacing a bit.

“I love y’all. You’re my family. But with Jav, what we have is…I dunno, different? Like…okay. When I go to his family’s place with him in Mexico, it’s always like this big celebration. Everyone’s happy to be there, to see each other; and there’s kissing, and hugging, and everyone’s talking over each other because they’re all just so excited. It’s been however long it’s been, and they’re all just…happy, to get to be in each other’s presence. To cook, and eat food together. They dance, and sing, and watch soccer tournaments, and…they’re close. There’s lots of love there. Love, that I don’t think we’ve ever really experienced at home…you know?”

Beth looks sympathetic and nods, reaching out to grasp Zara’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwining.

“Shit,” Heath sighs, shaking his head. “I know Ri and Nat are cool, but I wanna go to Mexico and hang out with Javier’s extended family. They sound awesome.”

“They are! They’re literally the best, and now they’re my family, and I don’t wanna fuck that up by being me,” Zara blurts out, surprising all of them with her candor.

“What the fuck’s wrong with who you are? You’re kick ass, dude. You and Ri are like, inseparable,” Beth muses loud, squeezing her sister’s hand.

“Zara? Beth’s nicer than me, so she’ll sugarcoat. I’ll be honest with you, okay?” Heath pauses. “You’re awful with people’s parents. You make the worst first impressions. You’re like a walking talking parental unit nightmare,” he breaths out, obviously needing to get this off his chest.

Zara and Beth stare at him; Beth’s mouth agape, and Zara’s sipping her Coke with a narrowed brow.

“However,” he continues, raising a finger; “if Javier’s parents haven’t voiced their concerns by now, and haven’t tried to stop their son from making the decision to marry you, let alone continue to date you, I think you’re in the clear, Z. I think they sufficiently see past your bullshit facades and like your ass. Your kind, generous, loyal, talented, fun, party loving ass.”

Zara leans over to kiss her brother's cheek once, but then fakes him out by thinking she’s moving away from him, only to then bombard his face with kisses. Heath hisses at and bats her away like a cat, sufficiently causing a laughing fit from the two Mayfield sisters.

“That was really sweet, Heath, thank you,” Zara says after they’ve calmed down, leaning over to punch her brother’s arm gently.

“Yeah, well just don’t say I never did anything for yah, kid,” he chuckles, leaning over to ruffle Zara’s hair. She swats at him while eating her bread. “I care about you losers, and want what’s best for you. I want you to be happy, and I know Javier makes you really happy, Z. I’m happy for you.”

“Awwwwwww!” Beth gushes loudly, leaning over everything on the table to try to threeway hug her siblings. “We’re so cute!”

Heath and Zara both groan loudly, but let their younger sister pull them into a weird ass hug that nearly knocks everything over on the table. After about a minute, they detangle, and Zara and Heath try to look less pathetic than they feel for, ‘showing emotion.’ Beth’s the softy in the family.

“So when is the wedding, anyway?” Heath asks while picking up his menu and turning it sideways in his hands on top to the table.

“I was just about to ask the same thing!” Beth exclaims, looking expectantly at Zara.

“I…don’t know?” She admits, looking at them sheepishly. “Maybe…in a couple of months?” Beth audibly gasps, and Heath looks unconvinced.

“Look this isn’t…this isn’t gonna be like y’all’s wedding, Heath. Or Sonya’s. Or mom and dad’s. Or mom and Chris’s,” Zara lists off, trying to let them know exactly what to expect. This wouldn’t be a traditional wedding.

“It’s not a church wedding. It’s not like uh, ‘let’s invite everyone and their mother to a wedding because we can, pack the place, and make it this whole production,’ type of thing. We don’t want that. We just want something simple. With you guys. With our immediate family.” Zara looks from Heath to Beth, who both look not stunned, not disappointed, just…well, maybe they are a little disappointed. But what did they expect? This is Zara they're talking about. Zara’s not the marrying type. Javier’s the exception.

“But not like a shotgun wedding…right?” Beth insists after a moment of silence, eyeing her sister.

“I mean…not not like a shotgun wedding, per say…” Zara shrugs, fiddling with the straw in her Coke. Suddenly this thing feels a little heavier, much like the set of eyes on her from both her siblings.

Luckily the appetizer comes and interrupts the awkward stretch of silence. Zara takes this opportunity to tell the waiter they’re ready to order food, and to stuff her face with bread. Much easier to subvert expectations with your mouth full…

They order their meals, and hand their menus over to the waiter about five minutes later when they’ve finished. Both Beth and Heath are staring at Zara like she’s got a third eye, and after a moment, she’s the one who caves first, breaking the silence.

“Come on, it’s me. Me! Did you really think I’d even have a wedding? The most I’m willing to have is an exchange of vows, and a party afterwards, because those are the fun bits. Dresses, invitations, cake, venues; all that other bullshit doesn’t matter to me. We want the piece of paper, and I wanna have a good time while doing it…okay?” She doesn’t mean to sound as aggressive as she does; especially since Heath sits back in his chair from the impact, and Beth puts up her hands.

“Okay, Zara. Eesh. I didn’t think you were the marrying type, but after meeting Javier, and seeing you together? I dunno. I kinda figured maybe at one point you would.” Heath admits, shrugging back.

Huh. Well, that’s perplexing. Zara and Javier only jokingly started talking about marriage a year ago…it hasn’t really occurred to her that other people can see something else they can’t. Maybe looking from the outside in, it’s easy to see how the two of them ended up where they are now.

“Same, I second that. I’ve never seen you more googly eyed over anyone before in my life. In fact…I think it’s the only time I’ve seen you like that,” she points out with a tilt of her head.

Zara snorts, “that’s because my eyes don’t google. I’m not the mushy-gushy type. Jav isn’t like that either though, and maybe that’s why it works.”

They’re both writers, so they know what romance is; they know how to court another person. Javier has certainly proven that to Zara over the years, as he only seems to one up himself with surprises. Yet another reason they’re getting married. The excitement hasn’t died out like it has in past relationships, it just keeps growing. Javier keeps Zara on her toes, continuing to impress her and show off new parts of himself she so desperately wants to get to know.

“Okay,” Beth says after a moment, chewing the last bit of bread in her mouth from the appetizer plate. “So to recap,” she waves her hands around in the air, “wedding is in a few months and it’s…nontraditional. You want the piece of paper and the vows, not the whole production, but you do want a party after. So…a reception. And what about bridesmaids? Do you want those? And can I be one?”

Zara snorts, “didn’t really think about it, but I guess, yeah. Or something like them. You, and a couple friends maybe would be ‘bridesmaids.’” She does air quotes around the word, ‘bridesmaids.’ Sounds weird to say, and leaves a strange taste in her mouth. It’s a little too traditional for her taste, but well…it’ll be fun to have her people around for a very important moment in her life. And besides, it’ll make Beth happy.

“And what makes you think I also don’t wanna be a bridesmaid, asshole?” Heath points out, quirking a brow.

Zara laughs so hard it nearly scares her. “You wanna be a bridesmaid dude? You can be a bridesmaid. I thought you’d wanna be one of Jav’s groomsmen, or whatever the fuck, but-”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that! Okay, okay…yeah. I guess I’ll do like a half and half situation? I’m team Zara, and team Javier.”

“You’re literally insane, you had a wedding and had it the regular way. How do you not remember groomsmen exist, and this isn’t- we’re not on teams!” Zara pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes, while Beth chuckles under her breath and hides it with her elbow as she eats more food.

“I mean I’m just fucking with you, Z,” Heath laughs, chucking a small piece of bread at his eldest younger sister.

Zara blinks at her brother, looking to the center of her forehead briefly where the bread just made contact with her skin. “Did you just hit me with bread?”

“He hit you with bread.”

“I hit you with bread. And you’re the weirdo copying me after I just got married,” Heath continues to tease, flinching before Zara even winds up to hit him.

Beth cackles and eats more bread while watching her siblings go at one another. Zara pretends to strangle her brother, grabbing his neck and shaking it gently, as Heath pretends to choke and pass out on the table.

“You’re so stupid, stop hitting me with bread when I’m talking to you about my wedding!” Zara tries her hand at looking as serious as she possibly can, but ends up laughing and shoving her brother in the shoulder some more instead.

Yes, it feels cheesy to admit it, but she’s happy. Zara is actually, for the first time in a really, really long time, feeling positive about her future. She’s not waiting for the other shoe to drop, or wondering why. It doesn’t matter why, or how, she just is happy with Javier. And she wants to get married; to spend the rest of her life with her best friend. Her favorite person. Her person.

[cheriekos]

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thanks for the tag @snoopyviktor :)

What's the origin of your blog title? i won't share completely for privacy reasons, but just know i love cherries as an aesthetic lol

OTP(s) + Shipname: jayvik got my brain worms glowing right now (birdflash is my other fave <33 plus my diy yaoi w my besties in our discord dms LMAO)

Favorite color: green & blue!

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Favorite game: bg3 currently favorite of all time, but i also really like stardew valley and hades!

Song stuck in your head: taste + juno by sabrina carpenter and xoxo by easha!

Weirdest habit/trait? talk to myself,,,heavy daydreamer lmao

Hobbies: writing, reading, crafts (embroidery, punch needle, tufting, shrinky dinks, etc)

If you work, what's your profession? unemployed due to recovering from back surgery...yahoo

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? i hope to be an actor (stage performer) one day!

Something you're good at: i like to think i'm pretty good at writing

Something you're bad at: dancing. send help

Something you love: sushi! books! music! TAP DANCE

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: probably my ocs and original stories (if you ask me about them i'll literally love you forever)

Something you hate: the sound of cardboard being cut. or squeaky styrofoam on my god i could literally die

Something you collect: plushies!!!!

Something you forget: important passwords and stuff...eek

What's your love language? words of affirmation <3

Favorite movie/show: arcane probably! not much of a tv/movie person tbh

Favorite food: sushiiii and kkbq!

Favorite animal: pandas (including red pandas), dogs, and cats :)))

What were you like as a child? a bit of brat if i'm to be honest...loved to play pretend and was generally very loud (though, funnily enough i had stage fright!)

Favorite subject at school? english & history (which was combined as humanities in middle school - my middle school teacher is the reason i love reading about history and i miss her all the time. wanted to visit her when i graduated but covid prevented me from doing that)

Least favorite subject: science and math...i legit just do not get it im sorry (my teachers tried really hard but i have dyscalculia & the structure of school did not resonate well with me in order to learn either of these subjects)

What's your best character trait? 🤷🏻‍♀️ i guess im a pretty like flexible person and if you need me to learn something quick and get it done, i usually can

What's your worst character trait? bad temper...quick to anger...eek

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? would like to feel a little more independent

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? any era other than the one i'm living in right now is really not my vibe. though i would've loved to talk to anna may wong if i could :)

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