#another classic i forgot to reblog

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Which CE!babe is most likely to use concerts as a way to be a total creep and perv? Pressing up on unsuspecting women because “Sorry, it’s so packed in here!”

Meanwhile he’s packing something else for you 🍆

I know you expect me to choose someone like Curtis or even Colin, but I’m always down to make this man more pathetic than he already is, so here we go. 

Lost in the Crowd 

Warnings: noncon touching, age gap (reader in early 20s). I write dark fics so buckle up!

As always, please reblog and comment! It's appreciated.

“He didn’t text?” You shield your eyes as you look up at Andy from the porch swing. 

“Guess he forgot,” he sighs, his hands instinctively going to his hips. He’s always doing that. “Still, would’ve been nice to know. I could’ve sold the ticket.” He sucks his teeth and squints as he peers around. “Too bad because I really want to go.” 

“Yeah, I guess they needed the extra help,” you sit up and close the novel in your hand. You’ve given up on finish that paragraph. 

“This was all your dad’s idea,” he huffs. 

“I mean, you can still go,” you shrug. “I’ve been to a few shows on my own.” 

“Hm, yeah but it’s one of those outdoor festivals. Bit... intimidating.” 

You could laugh. Someone like Andy Barber thinking anything is intimidating is cute. You would say that he’s intimidating on his own. He’s not even your dad and yet you feel like you need to earn his approval. 

“Well, anyone else you know who might bite?” You ask. 

“Five minutes before I head out, probably not,” he clucks. “Oh well, I’ll eat the loss.” He turns on his heel and stops short. He pauses and turns back to you. “Um, unless... you don’t look very busy.” 

You look at the novel then at him. You guess you aren’t... But do you really wanna go to a festival packed with that demographic? Well, it’s a free ticket, that’s a pretty good deal. And yet, it’s with Andy. You’re surprised he even listens to music. He doesn’t radiate fun. 

“I’ll go if you buy me a drink. Those places always overcharge,” you barter. 

“Deal,” he accepts triumphantly. He checks his watch, “we can be late if you need time.” 

“Nah, I’ll just find some better shoes and my purse,” you get off the swing with the novel under your arm. “Be right back.” 

You go inside and grab your belt bag and switch out your slides for some sneaker with little embroidered flowers on them. You come out and lock the door. You stop and take your phone out. 

“I’ll let me dad know just in case,” you say. 

“Sure, I’ll wait in the car,” he replies. 

You stand on the porch and key into your dad. ‘Snagged your ticket to the concert. I’ll see you later.’ You send and tuck away your phone. It’s best you keep it hidden. Andy tends to make those little comments; what’s so interesting? I see you smile more at that thing than me. Those old man gripes. 

You get into the passenger seat and buckle up. The engines already humming as his impatient taps in fingertips. He stills his hands and grips the steering wheel. He shifts and backs out onto the street. You’re not super excited but who knows, you might be pleasantly surprised. 

🎤

“You probably won’t know these guys,” Andy says as he hands you a tall plastic cup of beer. “They were big when I was your age.” 

“Hey, I love classic rock. Did you see The Stones?” 

“I’m not that old,” he sniffs. “But I did go to one of their retirement tours.” 

“Of course you did,” you gulp down the hoppy beer and make a face. 

“They had vodka soda,” he suggests. 

“Nah, it’s fine. Beers better in the heat.” You walk along the grass and find a spot where you won’t be jostled by those looking for refreshments. You stand on your toes and peek up at the stage. “And I’ve heard of them. My dad loves to blast them on road trips.” 

“Hm, right,” he snorts. “I get it, I’m old.” 

You shrug and smirk. The sound check begins and the crowd grows restless. You find yourself nearly done the beer as you mindlessly watch the techs at work. 

“Another beer before it starts?” He offers. 

You look at him, “you not having any?” 

“Designated driver,” he says and offers to take your empty. 

“Alright, thanks, but uh, it’s not--” 

“It’s cool. I dragged you here,” he takes the cup and hurries off. 

You sway as you’re left on your own. Your eyes wander and meet another pair. A girl with sandy brown hair with bleached highlights smiles at you. 

“Like your hat,” you say as you’re caught gawking. 

“Oh, thanks! I made it.” 

“What? You made that?” You check out the straw weave. 

“Oh, sure, they have workshops downtown.” She grins, “you from around here?” 

“Yeah, unfortunately,” you kid. 

“You alone?” She wonders. 

“No, I’m here with er... a friend,” you explain. 

“Ah, cool, well, this is Lucas,” she points to the man in a sleeveless flannel next to her, “Wyla,” she points to the girl sipping on a sparkling cooler drink, “I’m Morgan.” 

You give your name, “nice to meet you. You like these guys?” 

She looks at the stage and makes a face, “we came for the opener early today but we don’t wanna go home yet,” she says. 

“Ah, makes sense,” you accept. 

“Hey,” Andy startles you as he steps up beside you, nudging you with his knuckles as he holds a fresh beer. 

“Oh, thanks, Andy,” you take it. 

“Making friends?” He asks. 

You look at Morgan and she side eyes him. She might be confused why he looks your dad’s age but definitely not like he’s your dad. Maybe a stepdad or uncle. You see the verdict in her eyes; you’re lame. 

“Well, enjoy the show,” she says and turns back around. 

“She’s friendly,” Andy comments. 

“Uh yeah,” you agree, “I guess.” 

You sip the beer and the first drum beat hits. The band builds to their first song and get into their set. You bounce to the vaguely familiar rhythm. The crowd starts to close in, pressing tighter and tighter as they seek out a better vantage. 

You find yourself swept up and you stumble just a little. You’re caught by your hip and glance back as Andy gives a strained smile. “Don’t wanna get separated,” he hollers. 

You nod and face the stage again. Honestly, that would be a nightmare. There’s a lot more people here than you expect. 

You move out of an oblivious fan’s way and end up in front of Andy. His hand is still on your hip. You’re overly aware of his touch but don’t think much of it. The lead singer welcomes the crowd and starts the second song; their biggest hit. Even you know it. 

You get into it, bobbing without thinking. As you do, Andy’s other hand settles on your other hip. You wriggle, hoping he’ll let go. He doesn’t. 

The heat builds around you with the crowd. Andy steps closer. You can’t focus on the music or the stage. The air is stolid as you’re penned in from all sides. 

He’s right against you. You still yourself as you feel yourself brush against his front. He keeps moving. What is he doing? 

You squirm as he grinds his pelvis into you. You nearly drop your beer, instead squeezing the plastic cup so it dents. You slosh some over the lip and he loops his arms around you. You gasp and grab his wrist. 

“Andy!” You shout, mortified. 

He holds you against him, rocking you with him as the rigidness in his jeans pokes you. You yipe slap his arm. He’s too strong. What the hell? 

“It’s okay, baby,” he speaks right behind your ear so you can hear him. “I won’t tell dad.” 

[imcandypierce]

METANOIA

Pt. 2 to ORPHIC

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when Bakugou is paired with a girl that’s not spared a glance for a project, he wants to explode. Why does his mind keep going blank when he looks at you then?

Contains: tiny bit of angst, readers a little hopeless, imagine the rest urself, there might be profanity idk i dont remember

a/n: 2.7k words 😔 plz consider reblogging and sending requests! btw pls remember italics mean reader is thinking. enjoy the fic ❤️

Your dorm room matched your personality somehow, and then again, it didn’t. 

It had posters, a TV, and a bookshelf filled with figures from your favorite mangas, decorative sculptures everywhere, and classic LEDs. Your room seemed to also have a main color, which was black. Though it managed to maintain some color. 

Thank the gods you had cleaned your room when you finished eating, because if you hadn’t it would’ve been very much flammable. You usually wouldn’t be worried about it, but since someone who has quite a destructive quirk turned up to your dorm demanding to be let in, you felt relieved.

A low, calming rhythm played on your speaker as you reviewed your slides. An herbal incense flooded your senses as you relaxed. You were so calm that you almost forgot Bakugou was next to you.

“Hey, I think you forgot to add my quirk’s drawbacks.” You flatly spoke. You never looked away from your laptop as your brows furrowed in utter concentration. You moved your hair out your face, slightly fanning yourself as you breathed out short huffs. You closed your balcony doors and turned your fan off to have your incense earlier, which you may have regretted.

Bakugou held back a long groan as he added another slide. “Tell me what they are.” He grumbled in a stale tone. He wanted to plug his nose and ears since he wasn’t used to such a strong smell. While you explained your quirk drawbacks and the reason for them, he cut you off in the middle of the sentence to ask,

“Is that a Rob Zombie poster?” 

Your head perked up in acknowledgment as you lost focus due to your zeal. Does he like Rob Zombie? Am I dreaming right now? “Uh, yeah.. do you--do you not like him?” You stammered out. A pang of shame ran through you, he was just a boy with a bad temper. There’s no point in being so scared.

“Why else would I be asking about it?!” He yelled, which put a beaming smile on your face. “Sorry! You don’t—I mean, you just surprised me!” You quickly explained, “I can play some of his songs, or you could just put your own playlist on my speaker.”

You took his phone and connected it to the speaker which temporarily paused your music, and handed it back to him which he aggressively snatched. Once he finally picked a playlist after scrolling endlessly, you actually ended up having similar music tastes. “I never took you for someone who liked a lot of rock bands, but for some reason, I’m not that surprised.” You played with the bracelets on your wrists as you admitted the last part of your sentence.

Bakugou took note of this and took his fingers off his keyboard. “You’ve learned something new then.” He shut his laptop and put his study supplies in the bag. Your voice made him pause for a moment. “Could you uh, send me the playlist? You don’t have to, I just like your taste.” 

He set his bag down and looked at you. “Give me your phone number.” He abruptly said, taking you off guard. “Huh?!” 

“I need your number to send the link, dumbass!” He snatched your phone out of your hands and made a new contact of himself. He didn’t even bother giving it a name. He kept muttering words you couldn’t make out, so you felt a little scared. When he stood, you quickly called out a thank you which he acknowledged with a small wave before closing your door.

At the sound of your door closing, you just sat there processing what happened. A smile didn’t leave your face and you didn’t feel any shame to force it to go away. Days like this were unusual for someone like you. Being on good terms with the most hot-headed student at UA. It’s best to say you had a peaceful sleep that night.

For once you had hope for your school life. Maybe you could save your social life a little. But, of course, your desires seem impossible to reach once you return to class. 

Your head rested against your desk as one of your hands reached down to pull your tights down, then came back up to cover your ear. It seems today was a cheerful day for the others as you overheard many of them talking about how their project would get full scores for how lucky they were with their partners.

Then, there were the booming voices of annoying teenage boys. Especially Mineta. You felt like you should start wearing pants to school in fear of him crawling under your desk and violating you in every way possible. Is this what Hell is like? Am I in the deepest circle?

Thankfully the class had quieted down immediately when Aizawa burst through the Class 1-A doors that were ginormous for some apparent reason. His voice made your head lift up in a stalled manner, as you felt sluggish today. You had been skipping on your nightly skincare, so your eyebags were still a little noticeable. 

You set your head in your palm as you wrote what you could manage, but ended up dozing off near the last hours. Even with a good sleep, you still managed to be exhausted. It’s difficult to live. 

You and your mom had left your dad and moved to Musutafu. You had to take what you could get when you got accepted into U.A. Honestly, you felt envious of people such as Yaoyorozu and Aoyama. You never really bought from designer brands when times were rough, and your mother had to alternate jobs.

As school ends and you’re on your way back to the dorms, you decide to take a quick walk down to any convenience store you can find. You held onto the strap of your backpack as you walked into the closest one, your eyes scanning for some bento sets. 

Once your eyes had landed on them, you selected one and made sure you had enough money to spare after purchasing it. Usually, the cashier for this store was shitty and had an attitude for no reason. But of course, you didn’t know his life so you tried to not judge. 

Confusion took hold of your senses as you didn’t see any cashier there. Oh well. You placed half the amount the bento costs on the counter, not necessarily stealing it, but giving what you felt he deserved. You put the rest of your money in your backpack’s side pocket as you made your way back to your dorm. 

A long walk is an understatement. It felt like 10 years was what it took to walk up that hill, wiping your forehead constantly as short huffs came from your throat. You opened the door to the dorms and darted straight for the elevator. The cool air made you relax for a moment before a beep came, and your feet dragged you out.

You woke up as your eyes spotted a small pouch sitting in front of your door. What’s this?.. you mused for a minute before picking it up and opening the door, a sudden warmth hitting your skin as you reached for your fan. You shut the door behind you as you hurriedly sat on your bed to open it up.

You reached for a small note that was inside which read, “I don’t know how you handle that herbal shit, use this.” Oh, it came from Bakugou. Your hands found another item, a cylinder-shaped object that made your eyes brighten in excitement as you quickly pulled it out.

He got me incense! An expensive one at that, no way! You flipped the incense packaging around, which read ‘Kitowa’. 

You stood to turn your fan off and went to your nightstand to replace your current incense with the gifted one. Once your lighter’s flame had hit the tip of the incense stick, a light woody smell filled your room which made your body slump and release a huge breath you didn’t know you were holding.

I should send him a thanks, it’s the least I could do. You reached over for your phone and opened his contact. You quickly typed out a ‘thank you for the incense Bakugou! It smells really nice.’ and stared at your message for a moment. You were pondering over your own message, and also making the realization that you were nervous.

You were genuinely nervous and giddy at the same time to send this text. You got over it anyway and made haste to throw your phone across the bed before kicking your shoes off and face-planting into your pillow. You didn’t make an effort to change as you succumbed to the exhaustion.

A loud knock woke you up, your eyes didn’t open as you sat up, trying to process what was going on. Another loud knock sounds and your eyes shoot open. What the hell? “Coming!” you groan out as you stand from your bed. Stumbling over your shoes and bag you reach your door, opening the handle. You’re met with the face of Bakugou. Okay, I’m definitely awake now..

“Change your clothes. There’s dinner downstairs and you haven’t come down at all.” His jagged voice interrupted your thoughts. “Wait—whaaa?..” You muttered, rubbing your eyes. “Hurry up.” He grabs the handle and closes your door.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the fattest grin on your face after he closed your door. You dug through your clothes, throwing on a pair of black sweatpants and a misfits band shirt. You grabbed your phone and stopped for a moment as you looked at the notification.

***: it's no problem 4:03 P.M.

***: where the hell are you? dinners been ready for 10 minutes come down 6:47 P.M.

He ended up coming to your dorm 5 minutes after he sent the last message. You put some socks on before opening your door up again, and you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat as you saw Bakugou with his back leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed.

His signature frown was still plastered across his face as his eyes set on you. “Move your feet faster, extra.” He rasped out, already heading for the elevator, you quickly followed behind and attempted to make an effort to hide the shock on your face.

He somewhat punched the common room button, and you flinched when he did.

He pressed the button to close the doors more gently.

The ride down was a bit awkward, but you found comfort in the silence. Once the doors had opened, you walked out behind him. He grabbed your wrist suddenly and leisurely pulled you to his side as he kept walking, never letting go until you made it to the kitchen.

A few classmates noticed and pointed it out to the rest, as you lightly scratched the back of your neck in embarrassment. I guess I’d be staring too if I saw someone with such a bad temper hanging around me. you thought as you grabbed a bowl. “Get me one too.” Bakugou insisted, and you stopped for a second. Reaching your other hand up, you said, “You haven’t eaten yet?” as you grabbed the second bowl and set it down. 

“I’m just grabbing seconds,” He began to fill his bowl as he glanced at you. “Everyone’s already eaten. The losers are gonna do a movie night.” Your eyes lost their light at the sound of that. Of course, nobody told you. You drowned in your own dismal as you filled up your bowl with food. The smell made you feel slightly better, but it was nowhere near happy.

Once you were done, you turned to Bakugou. “Thanks for bringing me down, I’m just gonna head back upstairs.” You spoke in a brittle voice, and before you could reach the elevator you heard his footsteps coming from behind you. You could tell he made an effort to catch up.

He didn’t turn his eyes to you or offer an explanation after he pressed his floor's button, and didn’t allow you to go to yours. You frowned, “What’re you doing?” He finally looks at you. “Back to my dorm.”

whaa.. HUH?

“Wait—what?” You couldn’t process his sudden words as he took your wrist once more in his free hand, dragging you along with him to his dorm. He opened his door and ushered you to the bed before closing it.

You reluctantly sat down, as it was the second and only time you’d been in his dorm for any purpose other than school. He sighed as he sat down with his back against the bed frame, and pulled his laptop out from his bag.

“If you don’t sit next to me, you’re not gonna be able to watch the movie, you idiot.” His words made your ears blaze with heat and you carefully scooted next to him, making sure not to spill any food. “Got anything you wanna watch?” He asked as he took a bite of the hotpot.

“Hmm.,” Your eyes drifted to the side as you thought, “What about The Florida Project?” You suggested, “It’s not on Netflix, we’d probably have to find a random website to watch it.” 

He smiled faintly, he’s seen that before and so have you. “I’m fine with that.” His tone was softer as he clicked away to find a website to watch the movie. As he pressed play you scooted a tiny bit closer to watch it.

Midway through the movie you both finished your bowls and made slight comments on every scene, and he evilly laughed at most of the sad scenes while you scolded him for it.

As the movie reached the end, you had been leaning against him with your head on his shoulder. He had one hand behind his head and the other resting against his thigh. You nearly cried.

As the movie finished, you fell asleep against him. He abandoned the movie a while ago, but not on purpose. He took a little time to think about you since you’d been running around his mind without consent anyway.

Not only were you pretty, but your personality seemed to be a calming point for him. You, yourself, seemed to tell him to chill. You liked similar things, and you introduced him to incense which he secretly had on his shelf, above his bed. He had also ended up putting in orders for a few new posters after seeing your room.

He took the chance of your sleeping state to quietly shut off his laptop and hesitantly reached his hand around your body to rest it on your hip. He rested his head against yours as he rubbed small circles on your skin.

You shifted a little and his heart jumped, not wanting you to think he was some sort of pervert. Bakugou was slightly sure that his classmates were asleep, so he decided to carry you back to your dorm.

You awoke the next morning in your bed, sluggishly rising up and stretching as your joints popped. 4:32 read the time, and you definitely couldn’t go back to sleep now. You decided to take the extra time and get ready for school.

You smoothed out your skirt as you took your seat, and this time you didn’t rest your head in your palm. You felt like you finally rested your body. Your eyes darted up as you heard a thud in front of you. It was.. Bakugou?

He crashed into the seat in front of you, putting his elbows on your desk and turning his body to you. “Let’s uh.. study at that new cafe that opened up.” He looked away as he huffed the words out, suddenly interested in the outside world.

Is he asking me on a date or something? “Oh.. I mean,” His heart dropped and his brows furrowed as you started to talk. He had doubts about you saying no, and it seemed they were coming true.

“Sure.. I was gonna ask you, actually.” You giggled, setting your hands on the desk as you tapped your nail occasionally against it. He turned back to you, and he had a genuine smile plastered across his face as he didn’t leave this time immediately. He stayed, and he talked with you.

And he would do it many, many more times.

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[mangocustard16]

SEVENTEEN AS YOUR OLDER BROTHERS

genre: fluff, humor, banter(i tried) warnings: cursing, playful sibling banter wc: 910ish a/n: thank you anon! and please reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated✿

seungcheol

he would fit well into the caring and protective older brother type. takes you out to eat all the tasty food he had with members. also classic in asian big brother fashion he would tease you to the point where you are pulling at your hair in frustration, but the moment someone else tries to talk shit about you! OH! he is throwing hands

jeonghan

the type of brother who eats the ramen you cooked for yourself (true beauty han seojun reference) he would make a fuss about you sitting in your room with a BOY. "he is not my boyfriend!" "then come out and sit in the living room you idiot" definitely the one who suggested the open-door policy

joshua

he could compete with your parents on who could spoil you more. buys you all sorts of gifts and sweets when he's on tour. like literally, homeboy had to buy another suitcase just so he could fit everything he bought. he gives you advice when you need it and even when you don't need it, and supports you in anything you do.

junhui

the type of brother who cried on all your graduation days yes, even elementary. growing up in different countries, he would be the type to ask you, how your school work was going and if you were keeping up with your studies with tears streaming down both of your faces. the type to send you gifts for scoring good marks in your weaker subjects

hoshi

he is the older brother who acts more like the maknae of the family. you would have to constantly remind him about putting his clothes in the laundry basket and might even have to stay up late because he forgot his project was due the next day. you would love your brother to bits but he will annoy the living shit out of you

wonwoo

he is very laid-back and easy to talk to. You could tell him all your secrets, and he would give you advice. is tired of deleting 139904 pics of you in the same pose off his phone and makes sure you can hear him whine about it but makes sure that he backs up about 3 of them

woozi

woozi is protective, but he also gives you your space and lets you make your own decisions. lots and lotsss of stupid arguments and silent treatments. definitely the type to take the blame if your parents were mad at you. if something was going wrong at home he would be over straight away, even if his schedule was packed.

dokyeom

another fake older brother spotted. he would probably embarrass you in front of the guys you like, just a little, and just for fun because he would never approve of anyone you ever bring back home. he knows that you look up to him, and this is what pushes him to keep going. the type of brother to wake you up by creating a ruckus and running around playing the sogo.

mingyu

we all know how mingyu and his younger sister talk to each other, that's just the way it is all the time. CURSE WORDS, CURSE WORDS, AND CURSE WORDS flying all across the house, across the table EVERYWHERE. but the moment someone tries to talk shit about you, mingyu is gonna make sure those are the last words coming out of their mouths

the8

the most chill brother of them all, still quite protective but knows that you can protect yourself, but is there in the back just in case. growing up apart made him cherish you so much more. showering you with gifts, giving you princess treatment cuz you are his little princess. saved up his breakfast money in elementary school to buy you the bubble machine for your birthday.

seungkwan

he would be wholesome and annoying at the same time as a brother. always interested in your business, "who are you talking to?" "you shouldn't talk to her i heard she's a bitch. Yeah". he loves to GOSSIP. if you both were in the same school, he would tell you all the gossip. he would also tail you to your class and would be waiting outside afterward so that you both could continue your argument.

vernon

cannot argue with you for the love of god because you understand each other too well. but whenever you argue it is about the pettiest things. "how DARE you eat the last slice it was mine". literally scares off every boyfriend you have ever had. holds you and pats your back when things get overwhelming. also the brother who convinces your parents for anything you want

dino

this boy nags you more than your parents. "look at your watch. what time is it huh? don't you see it is dark outside? when were you planning on coming home if i hadn't called you?" the only way he stops is when you throw a pillow right at his face. the type of brother to change your wallpaper to scare you. fighting him is like fighting a wall both verbally and physically. cuz this man is built like a wall and when he knows it is indeed his fault he just closes his door and refuses to listen. makes up by getting you mc donalds.

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[megamindsupremacy]

Hii!

You've been reblogging posts about Danny Phantom lately and it made me interested in reading fics about it :D Do you have any recommendations? Thank you!

Hello! just to start out, here's the list of my previous DP rec lists, but some of them are more into fandom lore than others. This post is me trying to put together some of the more classic fics I can think of, that spawned tropes and headcanons of their own. Also, the phandom is... a bit more gorey than you'd expect going into it, so mind all of the tags. Hope you enjoy!

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No One Knows AU by DarkNymfa

Not for the first time, Danny cursed himself for never telling anyone about his extra-curricular activities. And now, far more injured than he could fix himself, Danny desperately wished that he had told just one person.

An AU in which, instead of having his friends Tucker and Sam to support him, Danny has to deal with Being A Ghost all by himself.

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Something's Wrong with Danny Fenton by Ghostly_Cabbage

Danny Fenton. The enigma of Casper High. It's the first day of the winter semester when she notices him. She notices him for what feels like the first time. Maybe because at this point he's the only alternative kid other than her.

Or maybe because boom, there he is: the locker next to hers.

A No One Knows AU where Danny transfers from a different school to Casper during Junior year and ends up befriending Sam and Tucker. Written for Invisobang 2021!

Another Nobody Knows AU

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Corpse AU by DarkNymfa

In the stress of the events that followed the Accident, as Danny struggled to control his new-found ghost powers and as ghosts started attacking Amity Park, the trio completely forgot about the body that they had buried in the woods.

Until someone found it.

Another one that was (according to Ao3 timestamps) started by DarkNymfa! What if, every time Danny turned into a ghost, he left a dead body lying around?

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Dead, Not Mourned by Sergeant_Tears

Danny Phantom is caught off-guard by the press and ends up saying a few things that he didn't mean to say. Whoopsies. At least the town is sorta being nicer to him, right?

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Exhumed by Marsalias

Agreeing to an interview with the detectives is probably a bad idea.

He's still going to do it, though.

Another early, fan favorite corpse AU series

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Morge by lexosaurus

It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming...a corpse was found in the woods.

Or, Amity Park's local cadaver dog trainer was walking her dog in the woods when they discovered a little surprise waiting for them six feet under.

another corpse AU!

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a home for charon by kkachis

Now all he feels is anticipation for impending relief. He’s so close. She needs to come home with him. She needs to rest. The Other Side is eternally patient, but eternally yearning. This, Danny knows better than any other.

Psychopomp Danny AU!

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omnis immunde spiritus by aloneintherain

Danny’s eyes were fixed on the locker, never-moving, as though he could see straight through the wall and over to the other side. For a split second, Kwan could have even sworn that Danny’s eyes shone silver, like the eyes of a deer, glowing under headlights.

What the fuck, he thought.

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Would You Like Some Bullets With That, Sir? by GothMoth

Vlad would absolutely have a few people who want him extra dead and maybe one or two actually willing to try. Too bad that doesn’t really work when the guy’s already half-dead. In fact, it does pretty well nothing other than provide mild amusement. Danny gets more of a kick out of it than the billionaire does though.

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Mortified by Marsaliais

Danny had actually been looking forward to Casper High's ghost safety assembly, but, between a ghost attack and his parents' newest weapon, things go wrong very quickly. Now Danny will have to fight not only ghosts and hunters but his own instincts to get everyone back home safely. If at all.

it is (as I have been told) an absolute classic but uh. to be absolutely clear i still havent read it because it's very long. I've heard it's really good though lol.

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And He Was Dead by uaigneach

They didn’t talk about it.

Regardless of their opinion on him, no one talked about how young Phantom was, how he was dressed in a hazmat suit like some sort of lab rat. They didn’t want to think about the one time anyone gained a peak under his suit, they saw a patchwork of scars and bruises.

They didn’t want to think about the one time parents were mentioned in his presence, he flinched. They didn’t want to think about how Phantom died.

(AKA everyone in town has a theory of how Phantom came to be. It isn’t pleasant.)

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Some big tropes that I know of in the Phandom but couldn't find/didn't remember a core fic spawning are the Ghost Core AU (specifically ice core and dual core ideas), Ghost King AU, Wes Weston like, as a concept (my love), Ghost Hunger AU, and definitely a dozen more I can't remember off the top of my head. If anyone wants to add fics in the notes, either their faves or to remind me of an AU i forgot, I'd love to see it!

[spearxwind]

hi alex! do you have any recs for songs that sound cheerful and upbeat but are about murder/violence/thrill of the hunt type stuff? kinda like the vibe of choke by idkhow?

OOhh I think I got some! It's not usually the type of song I add to my playlists so i probably have more saved than i know

I want you gone - cyan kicks (idk why I feel like this might fit. the jam is upbeat but the lyrics are sad/violent) insane - black gryph0n (listen i know its a hazbin fansong but trust me it slaps so fucking hardddd) Lights out (remix) - taska black/alioth/OSKI (I lost a dear friend and it was no mistake ?? sounds like murder to me. also this is a genuine earworm. The og version of this is more ominous this one is more upbeat) Praying mantis - FKA Rayne ( i fucking love this song <3333333333) Crazy fuckin robot body - snowblood (I mean. this one's niche cause. robot body. but hey if it works it works!) Another way out - Hollywood undead (we're hunting you down for sport sorry) Get jinxed - Djerv (Sorry for the league of legends but this one also slaps so hard and has for years) Killer - The ready set (A CLASSIC A CLASSIC THE MOST CLASSIC EVER) Kill[h]er - Stand atlantic (I think this one fits perhaps) Bruises - Fox stevenson (ANOTHER CLASSIC!!! FISTFIGHT!!) Fingernails - Don Broco (Idk if this fits but it feels like it does its a cool song and also the video is fun as fuck more bands need to do weird shit again) The blade chose me - rainbowdragoneyes (8BIT OMINOUS SONG ABT CONQUERING ITS GOOD!!)

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THE BLADE CHOSE ME

And yeah as always if anyone has suggestions feel free to reblog/reply with them -w-

[katoninefandoms]

Listening to Captain America soundtracks at work, so have some thoughts:

The First Avenger's soundtrack is how nostalgia feels to me. So triumphant and hopeful and beautiful. It feels like classic trumpet-focused triumphant war-overlay, the Captain America March (not on the official soundtrack, boo) is a pretty classic march. But there’s grandeur to everything that gives it that little puash into superhero territory, and then it tends to fade into a more humble phrase, reminding of the gentle man underneath the hero. Alan Silvestri is my favoritest.

I forgot how stupid and campy "Star Spangled Man with a Plan" is, and omfg of COURSE people thought it was so goddamn silly that Captain America showed up to a HYDRA base and kicked ass.

The Winter Soldier is SUCH a tone shift from the first film. Henry Jackman made this incredible, ultra-modern set for this film. It's very good spy/superhero music, but it also does a lot of fantastic work showing how far Steve is thrust out of his element and into modern society and warfare.

And then, his softer themes, echoes of Silvestri's march, are not an exact sampling, and have a more... tinny? nature to them. Like a distorted memory; a distant past that one cannot return to. And having that during the museum scene is absolutely brilliant.

The Bucky scream. At this point, I feel like a lot of fans are aware, but I'll say it anyway. There is a modulated sound in this track, an "aaaa" that starts high, and dips lower until it almost, barely sounds like a voice.* That is Sebastian Stan's scream when Bucky fell from the train. It's worked beautifully into the music. It's haunting and startling on its own, but when you Know... ugh. Chills every time.

There are also other nonconventional sounds thrown in. Like a chime that sounds like a railroad crossing, other scream-like synth sounds. It's so damn spooky. If you haven't listened to the track "The Winter Soldier" you should. It is so, so good. Lots of radio crunch, metallic pounding sounds, and distorted electronic voices in it that are so tasty in context. There are boot-up sounds. Its chilling. (*It also begins with 3 Bucky screams, if you want a good example.)

"An Old Friend" is the track that plays during Steve's visit to Peggy, and it has an interesting theme in it. The first instance is at 0:07. Sound familiar? Try again, 1:32 - 1:48. If you are also a need and like Alan Silvestri and have been listening to another of his compositions on repeat because it's Amazing, then you maybe noticed it sounds like the opening phrase of "Portals", from Avengers: Endgame.

^I cannot be certain this is on purpose. But I love it anyway. Peggy is Steve's old, long lost friend, and she's there for him as he's floundering to find his place. And then in Endgame, he stands alone before Thanos, ready to face trouble head on, alone. And that phrase plays, opening portals to allow in armies of friends and allies, there to support the last man standing; Steve's new "old friends" who have been missing for 5 years. And the theme is stronger! Steve's support network has grown exponentially. I love the poetry of it. I love returning musical themes.

There are my Captain America music thoughts, at least for TFA and TWS. Maybe I'll listen to the Captain America: Civil War soundtrack next and reblog with those thoughts.

[monstersmashorpass]

I have an unhealthy obsession with fish/alien men, I’d like to ask if you know of any ✨sexy✨ alien/fish daddies that do not include but are similar to the following- Jaal ama Darav (ME:A), Thane Krios (ME:2), Sidon (Zelda), Kit Fisto (Star Wars) aaaaaannnndddd that would be it that I know of so far, but I need more, so much more. Plz send more (I’m insanity incarnate, I know)

I got three who popped in off the top of my head anon! If anyone's got other options for anon, please reply to this post or reblog with em!

Putting this under a cut but also here's a tl;dr

Abe Sapien, from Hellboy

Fishman, from The Shape of Water

Creature from the Black Lagoon, from the movie of the same name

Just wanna say, since this is a first for us; it's gonna be hit or miss if we know other options for yall - we might have to often turns these over to followers for yall to chime in for peeps!

~ Ghoul ☢

I mean there's our Lord and Savior Abe Sapien from Hellboy. We can't have this list without him. (Got a poll for him somewhere in the queue as of posting this. He'll show up at some point!)

[Official Comic Art from one of the verses (the Abe Sapien specfic comics] [Abe as played by Doug Jones in the Del Toro Hellboy movies]

And can't forgot the Fishman from The Shape of Water (another Del Toro movie, with Doug Jones our beloved actor of creatures) (we've already done a poll for this guy!)

Honestly Im sure this exists because Del Toro saw what the Hellboy fandom did to Babe- (cough) I mean Abe Sapien.

Let's go old-school for a moment and hit up classic movie monsters! 1954's Creature from the Black Lagoon, anyone!? (Gonna make a poll for this guy, don't worry.)

[Original poster from back in the 1950s)

[lazystar]

Break Downs Come in Many Shapes and Sizes

Roommate!Chan X Fem!Reader

Author Note: This is my first attempt at fic writing pls be nice LMK if we want to see this finished :) Pls Reblog and Comment if you like it!!

Warnings/author rambling: Idiots/Enemies to Lovers, swearing worse than an angry trucker, Jisung is Y/N’s Twin, Chan is kind of a moron, Reader is very cranky all the time, Reader has big black cat gf energy. My grammar might suck and this is so dialogue heavy.

Word Count: Definitely more than 5

Rating: Let’s Say PG-13 for now probably not gonna write any pants off dance off material … for now

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“Y/N I uh… I ummm IlikeyoualotandIwanttotakeyouout”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I like you a lot and I want to take you out”

Well Saturday morning brunch just took a turn, a baffled laugh leaves your mouth and before you can even think the word vomit leaves your lips as your tirade begins you stand in front of Chan with clad in your pajamas your (his )tee shirt that falls almost to your knees, sleep shorts, and fuzzy socks. Your lazy sleepy haze interrupted by the sobering fact that what you’re used to is completely different from what the reality before you. He can’t help to think that even upset and looking like you rose from an eternal slumber you look absolutely gorgeous.

“What do you mean you like me?! You-you hate me?! I hate you, hasn’t it always been this way?!?! This has to be some kind of fucking joke.” An exasperated sigh cuts your rant off, only briefly and you shake your head looking down for just a moment trying to make sense of what the hell is happening. “I don’t even know why you hate me Chan.” As you say this your eyes leave the floor, deciding that the fuzz of your socks was not distracting enough from the conversation at hand. You choose instead to look him in the eye and convey everything you had bottled up for the long months you’ve shared your home with Chan. “I genuinely don’t understand how I deserved any of your teasing, jokes, pranks, I guess your interrupting any date I thought would happen in the apartment somewhat makes sense now. Beyond that nothing you did made any sense to me besides the moments you showed a shred of kindness my way. But even those confused me, one day you pack me a lunch for work, the next you interrupted my date making the guy think I was trying to cheat on a boyfriend I don’t even have. Think about it if you were me— how would you feel right now? I was only ever kind to you when I moved in, I did all the chores, cooked extra meals for you since you would forget to take care of yourself, I would even wash your crusty gym socks for you when you forgot! But all you ever really did was try and antagonize me, not in a brotherly way like Jisung, more like an elementary school or middle school bully. You know now that I think about it… I-I didn’t always hate you, I misspoke on that when I said that I always did, but the feeling grew because you only ever hated me— or acted like you did. So forgive me for my lack of understanding here as to how the fuck you like me.” Your voice almost drops to a whisper as the thought goes through your mind- this could be another one of his pranks, maybe he’s taking it too far this time. The incredulous and hurt look on your face showed that you were telling the truth, well, your truth. The growing hurt starts to reflect in your eyes as you gnaw on your bottom lip trying to not show weakness in front of the Aussie.

As your hands flew about almost comically during your monologue, Chan stood there across the kitchen island in looking almost comfortable—clad in his usual Saturday uniform of a classic black tee, black gym shorts, and of course his beanie. The other signature part of his look, that annoyingly attractive smirk was gracing his features but if you looked a bit too long his way you would have seen that the typical arrogance of his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. In fact his eyes betrayed the fact that he was mentally running a marathon realizing what he thought was playing off his feelings for you— one of his best friend’s’ sisters, someone who he had been attracted to for so long— was actually him ruining something he had dreamt of. You didn’t see it as playfulness—you saw it as him being a bully, a jerk, and he could see why. In his heart from the moment he saw your sweet and almost shy smile the day you had moved in for your third year or university he wanted to be more than roommates, but to be more than that he had to have shown you that he had been into you. Instead he had played into the old fashioned “if he teases you he likes you” mentality that had sort of died out decades ago. Acting more like a spoilt child than a man in his mid twenties.

Chan could do nothing but let out his own humorless laugh a sadness filled chuckle rumbling out of his chest and his curls flopping out of his hat as he shook his head, as much as he wanted to he couldn’t dare step closer to you, instead he let the kitchen island act as a barrier between you. He took advantage of the heavy silence that filled the room and decided now was time to say his piece. He didn’t want to show how your words impacted him just yet. So rather than being a bit more tactful he chose to start off acting like he always did around you — like a bit of an ass.

“Come on Y/Nnie when did I ever say that I hated you? Name one time I expressly said that…quickly.” The teasing tone of his voice cut through the thick uncomfortable air between the two of you . He couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the the stutters and incomprehensible sounds that left your mouth which told him all he that needed to know.

“You and I clearly both know that I never said that. Not once did I ever say ‘Y/N my darling roommate, sister of one of my closest friends, I hate you’ because sweetheart I do not hate you. I do actually care for you— even if I did find some joy in your cute grumpy reactions whenever I was being a jerk. You said it yourself that you hate me and quite honestly that breaks my heart.” You weren’t sure if you were right but he almost sounded choked up when he admitted that hearing you voice your feelings so harshly upset him. He continued on “I’m sorry for being so childish and hiding my feelings like a coward, I was an asshole to you and I see now what you meant by my mixed signals. I fucked up acting the way I did. Anyways I’ll uh—I’ll see you around.” He awkwardly finished his apology and you were frozen, unsure of what to say or do. When you looked at his face you could see that the typical confidence that radiated off of Chan was gone, what was left was a crestfallen, heartbroken young man. As he gathered his things to walk out your shared front door internally you wanted to pull him into your arms and console him. On the outside you could do nothing but stand there, your mind reeling realizing you may have just fucked everything up, you may have truly ruined your chances of getting to know the real person behind the arrogant facade the Australian man had built. Deep down you wished that you two had a different dynamic, but you had never known how to broach the subject. Maybe now was your chance. Fighting your panic response to freeze like a statue and attempting to start a new your wavering voice called to him.

“Chan—Chris! I uh— wait!! I-“

Before you could even say your full thoughts which you had barely conjured up, he was out the door, jacket and keys in hand and his head held low in what could only be described as devastation. As the door slammed you could do nothing but stare at it, your mind screamed at you telling you that you should run after him, pull him into your arms, explain that you were lying about hating him, that you wanted to be genuine with one another and get to know the real Chan. Instead you stood there frozen, tears burning at your eyes and slowly cascading down your cheeks. It was likely too late to run after him. Even through he was debating in the hallway if he should go back inside and try to fix things between you two. Thinking you were still upset he chose to go and drink away the pain, an unhealthy coping skill one of his friends would likely scold him for. As for you you chose to throw yourself an I may have just fucked up with the guy I secretly might be head over heels for and I feel like world’s biggest idiot party — or as Melanie Martinez would say… a pity party.

Thus your signature pity party routine began and you like an idiot did what always did when you chose avoidance instead of facing your troubles head on… You coped with distractions; step one: ice cream, step two: find a drama where you could be mad at the characters instead of yourself (or watch a true crime documentary and solve the case before the detectives), step three: cry into a pillow. Obviously your routine did not always go in that order given you were prone to crying at anything that might be even a smidge sad or frustrating. As you yanked open the freezer you were faced with a horrific sight, the last pint of salted caramel swirl ice cream was gone. The frozen dessert was a very important aspect of this routine you had been following since high school. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back—you had ENOUGH, your oh so essential pity party plans were now completely and utterly ruined and you had nothing punchable nearby to let out your emotions.

So like any logical adult in their twenties you choose to be mature, someone your therapist would have been proud of. Actually your therapist would be shocked to see you heave your body over to the couch and gracefully flop facedown and have a toddler style temper tantrum. Feet kicking, fists pounding the soft faux leather, and scratchy screams leaving your throat only to be muffled by the cushions below you. Before you could give an angry two year old a run for their piggy bank’s worth of savings a loud ring of your cellphone phone interrupts the anger fest.

“Jisung this better be good I’m in one of my wallowing in my sorrows sessions” you all but bark at your twin brother.

“Well I obviously hate to interrupt but Chan-hyung is drunk on my porch saying he ruined everything between you two and — oh well he’s now on my living room floor crying hugging that stuffed wolf you left here last week. So dear sister of mine would you care to explain what the fuck happened? It’s barely 1PM and the man is wasted and sobbing like he just watched Titanic for the first time.” The sass and annoyance your twin always seemed to have practically slapped you through the phone’s speaker. You let out a sigh and slumped further into the couch cushions and took a second to articulate your thoughts.

“He didn’t ruin anything, I did and big time. Like worse than when you puked in front of your crush at the graduation party in high school.” You sadly laugh and before Jisung could yell at you for bringing that memory up you tearfully begin to explain what just happened between you and your frustratingly handsome roommate.

As you spiral Jisung interrupts with a chuckle of pure exasperation at two of his favorite people truly not operating with the shared braincell of your trio.

“So you two morons both like each other and covered it up with teasing like you’re in second grade?”

“Well when you put it that way we both sound pretty dumb huh? Please let him sober up with you and Wolfie while I try and make it up to him.”

He agrees and the familiar hang up tone of the phone call echoes in your ear. Just how are you going to make this right?

[m1ckeyb3rry]

FR it’s actually crazy where are the itoshi non enjoyers at…im crying is your latest reblog also in ref to him bc if so you’re so real

REAL the lives are all connected the multiverse just is like that yk (pause yuki protag and he regains his past memories that kinda cooks) LMAOO because he would be so hyped like “oh yeah im that man the super cool ninja ladies love me fish (idk what equivalent would go here) fear me”

SIBLING GOALS PLEASEEEE LMFAOO king of kalos yuki…its giving insane aura

No because im just hella paranoid LMAO fortunately tumblr seems a lot chiller than other platforms but SHSJSB THANK YOUUU even a a tumbler inactive acc I’ll be the number one Mira defender o7 call me Oliver aiku the way I defend LMAOO ok Twitter is actually insane like INSANE insane I fr only use it because some official accounts like to update there and there’s also some really nice art there but other than that absolutely 0 interacting because that’s like reddits younger sibling

LMFAO no actually Nagiy/n just gatekeeping the love sorry only room for one couple!!! /j but so real it adds depth to the whole world if people don’t get that they can leave!! IM CRYING nagi outing Reo like that is so funny

It’s like Isagis the angel and aikus the devil of the little consciousnesses consultants (bro what are they referred as ykwim like when they pop up on your shoulders) LMFAOAOAOAIAH THE BIKE LINE IM CRYINGGFGG stop that bright back so many memories I can’t

Your brain working so hard it’s foreshadowing for you LMAOO before I even read I was already thinking “I bet he’d be annoying af but eventually their daughter warms up to bug boy and they fall in love” HAHA wait why is he lowk giving igaguri vibes though….like not for igaguri to be inserted in as him but just purely on a vibe comparison standpoint….(grandfather nagi he alr acts like one NOW /j)

I was fr laughing so hard imagining that like it’s a classic poorly drawn picture done from like five colors of crayon but because of Barou gyarados and defeated Mr Mikage it’s almost 75% red LMFAO THE TEACHER PLAYING CPS IS CRAZY and she finds out like “wait your the former champions kid??????” OOOOH OMG no wait they have their son and readers like “omg he reminds me sm of my cousin…maybe this is a sign he’s always with me” BYE I started at new kiyora so long I forgot what s1 kiyora looked like LMAOO I see the vision!! It’s even funnier when you think about how Nagi and kiyora beef with each other now LOL

AHAHAA guys so im actually reader like ACTUALLY now /j this’ll be a very immersive read but LMAO on the flip side imagine reader also just trying to catch some random pokemon and for whatever reason she’s separated and just not with her own pokemon (idk maybe she’s setting up their campsite so everyone left to gather supplies or train or whatever so she’s just alone with all their traveling stuff) and some pokemon pops up that she wants so she just eats through Karasu’s entire quick ball stash and eventually catches it on like the last ball and Karasu comes back like “BRO WTF” LMAOA ok but another tally for a Karasu L HAHA first it was hioris ducklett now it’s the quick balls (maybe yayoi made fun of him before in a sibling way like this is why I’m gym leader not you cuz you suck)

AHAHA dumbass x dumbass power of friendship imagine his abomasnow also has a bunch of moves that inflict confusion on itself LMAOO or it’s just general super susceptible to anything that might inflict that status because it’s already confused 24/7 but WAITTTT this should just be a real series atp THE OVAS fr just have an entire expansion of the verse we all cheered if you have the time/motivation PLEASE MAKE THE OVAS wait this is Lowk becoming orv orv also has side stories (i haven’t read them oops) wait im laughing imagine hiori in a full safari zone fit BUT why not combine both ideas…hioris pokemon have a dispute INSIDE the safari zone LMAOO maybe he goes in to settle a dispute in there and while he does that his pokemon have to wait outside to which they start throwing hands (probably swanna starting it like we should go in and look after him and protect him from the pokemon inside or sth and they can’t figure out who they should send in to follow since a full team of 6 is too inconspicuous and then that just spirals into plain old fighting) WAIT I WANT A TABIEITA DUMBASS EPISODE does this warrant another notion folder (idk how notion works so I hope ykwim)

BAROU VERSION IN THW WORKS WOOHOOOO YES NIKO INTRO homeboy Niko coming in clutch, as aiku would say LMAO

HSGDJSS guys why’d she phrase that like peregrine and hollyhock are already dead….guys??? Ok but it’s ok someday I trust it’ll come into existence!! Speaking of did you end up deciding what you’re doing for the event?

Barou would truly appreciate the graphics “thanks for honoring my death maybe you’re not a donkey” LMFAOOEO sorry I’m having too much fun with this au and I’m not even the one writing it

BLLKS2 TRAILER!!! YES I DAW bruh the up close and personal screen of shirtless sae sends me but LOWK THE CHARACTERS LOOK PRETTY GOOD FOR THE MOST PART?? Omg Karasu our man got his justice!!! I agree I love how he looks!! Glow up from some of his initial manga panels LMAO I’ll admit the cgi somehow looks even more cgid (specifically the zoom in on Isagis feet with hiori in the back) and some animation sections feel very screenshot additional time-esque but WHATEVER (they also looked really oiled up in that one top6 shot like why are they sparkling like that) like you said s1 wasn’t unwatchable but some parts of the trailer feel even choppier, specifically with the lip syncing? Like when Nanase talks and when Rin and Shidou are beefing it’s giving like Pac-Man ass mouth but I’ll live with it the Karasu moments are saving me (the last shot of otoya in the trailer where he’s staring into our souls has me rolling though he kinda looks like he’s ON something but it’s ok) WE’LL LIVE

STOP NOT THE YOTD NAME DROP IM CRYING but FR!!! At least we have content and I bet for panels it really matters it’ll look fire! The way they did otoyas aura was kinda cool too!! But THATS WHAT IM SAYING where’s all the money they’re raking in going?? Like what….i kinda wish they’d splurge and go with a bigger studio but maybe they’re contractually bound to eightbit ugh but im sooo excited for s2!!!!! Maybe after this s2 they’ll finally put their eightbitussy into it

Im still kinda losing it over the fact that it’s 14 eps though? I’ve seen some people speculating saying maybe they’re doing another two cour division and it’s just for cour 1 but we’ll see….if it’s just 14 eps of super crunchy quality I won’t be as ecstatic though LOL but I think there’s also a chance they’ll refine it before release? Because actually the end credits scene for epinagi got refined in the Amazon prime release iirc so they gave Karasu and hiori a glow up (that locker room scene) and they look a lot less crunchy so manifesting…

- Karasu anon

YESSS IT WAS ABOUT SAE DHKSDKSJS i’d drop a piano on him in every life 🥲🙂‍↕️ nah because the itoshis occupy the same space as nanami jjk in my mind like i can see where the appeal comes from but they need to be humbled so i must hate

pursuit otoya def has a hat (he probably got it from karasu let’s be real) that just says “women want me magikarp fear me” but then reader’s magikarp loves him and no women want him thereby proving the hat completely wrong 😭

nah because king of kalos yuki…i need him tbh…he’s another one (kinda like reader when she retires) where he had to give up battling for personal issues so nobody’s ever beaten him in an ACTUAL league battle either 🤩 like lowkey bro could’ve been champion too the world will never know!! so he def commands insane respect (makes tabieita slandering him even funnier like do y’all know who you’re talking to rn)

all of my mutuals post relevant twitter screenshots so i get it secondhand HAHA avoiding the bad and receiving the good 😏 agreed it has mega reddit vibes for sure i’m scared of it…PLS you are the aiku of this verse we love to see it

imagine nagiy/n dueling tullireo “this town ain’t big enough for the two of us” FJSKDJJS real talk though i agree when a story is this long it’s impossible not to have background dynamics going on!! it adds to the fun anyways people who don’t get it just will have to miss out ig!! PLSS nagi has 0 chill he does not gaf he’ll out anyone…imagine reader asks reo for recommendations afterwards or smth LMAOOO he’s like how did you know you don’t even have any psychic types and she’s like uhhh my aegislash?? which is technically correct but from then on reo is super paranoid around aegislash because thinks it can read his mind 😭

HAHAHA wait shoulder angel/shoulder devil isagi/aiku goes so hard (consciousness consultants is cracking me up) their dynamic is so funny…wait this means aiku HAS to know barou in the past ☝🏻 maybe since he’s the one who gives reader her keystone after seeing her houndoom with its houndoominite he’s like “i knew this asshole with a houndoom who also had houndoominite what a coincidence” and reader’s like “not really that’s barou we’re related” and aiku’s like???

okay lowkey i was thinking niko but igaguri fits so well i’m crying 😭 pursuit sequel where it’s an igaguri x reader and we’re nagiy/n’s daughter real and true (new it trio reader + igaguri + kurona) /j ofc HAHAH but fr i think it would be so cute imagine her bringing him to meet nagi and reader and reader’s just like “i’m so proud of you for continuing the ‘dating losers’ trend in the family” and nagi’s like “yup 👍” because he’s accepted he’s a loser atp LMAOO omg nagi would def be that grandfather that lets you get away with whatever when he’s babysitting you and gives you like caramel candies or smth KFCJSJKS PLSS him sitting on a porch in an ugly ass sweater (from when reader or reo attempted knitting and used him as a guinea pig) in a rocking chair with tea i’m crying

sometimes a family is a man, his wife, his best friend’s father who his wife destroyed in battle, his wife’s vaguely homicidal hellhound, and his wife’s cousin watching over them disapprovingly from heaven 🥹❤️ i hope you like mr mikage’s mustache and barou’s hair i worked hard on them /j LMAOAAOAOO anyways i was crying making this i hope you appreciate it (also the ribbon on houndoom is because her mega stone is tied on her neck with a ribbon by barou when he gives her to reader but obviously nagiy/n’s child exaggerates things and yassifies houndoom to the max…the teacher pulls up expecting some cute weak little puppy pokémon and is met with THE houndoom who killed the leader of team x himself i bet she pisses her pants)

HAHAHA I LOVEEE GIVING KARASU L’S he truly cannot win…okay wait that’s so pokémon anime coded her using all of karasu’s quick balls to catch her phanpy and karasu comes back and is like um?? so he makes reader repay him but she doesn’t have that much money and she has to go around battling random people for enough cash and that’s how she gets to know phanpy LFJDJSJFH karasu’s gentle parenting at its finest he’s like “i hope you learned an important lesson today 😐” and she’s like “yeah apparently my phanpy knows rollout 😄” karasu just gives up atp 😭

ZANTETSU WITH A PERPETUALLY CONFUSED ABOMASNOW IS SOOO FUNNY TO ME AND SO CANON!! lowkey the side stories would be so fun especially because we could show more characters like zantetsu who don’t appear in the main story…maybe yuki taking his pokémon to aryu to get groomed or smth 🤔 PLSS THE HIORI IDEA I’M CACKLING 😭 imagine the tabieita ova is just otoya trying to teach karasu how to rizz girls up but he keeps getting rejected so karasu’s like bro you suck let me try and he gets a date on the first try FHDJDJSJ omg or we could have one of yayoi and karasu as kids…i had an idea for an otoya one but tumblr deleted half of my response for some reason?? like i had literally responded to your ENTIRE ask and just went to look something up and when i came back tumblr was like lol fuck you redo the entire thing 😰 WAIT possibly the same otoya one or maybe a diff one but just an ova of him being a chris prince stan and trying to follow the chris prince regimen ™️ but his muscles give out and his pokémon are like HELL NO or it’s like him just buying chris prince merch for an entire chapter 😭 or a tullia and loki ova when they go on a date and it’s just tullia being like “huh i wonder what reo’s doing rn…hold on why do i gaf…” (sneaking in the tullireo agenda as always) LMAOAOA NO FR i never read the side stories either but this is literally orv pokémon edition like maybe we WILL reach that 1.5 million word count /hj

AIKU IS VILLAINOUS IN THE BAROU VERSION HE’S SLANDERING EVERYONEEE so far lorenzo, barou, and niko have caught strays his inner monologue is cracking me up though 😭 fr homeboy niko ALWAYS comes through for the gang we love him!! aiku would be nothing without him

NOOO THEY’RE NOT DEAD DEAD i’m just pursuit brain rotted so once i get more of the oaeu and requests out i’m going to work on that for a while!! HAHA dw i’m having sm fun with it too it’s such an entertaining au with so many possibilities!! PLEASEEE barou’s like ok i guess it’s acceptable because it’s aesthetic you get a pass this time 😒

SADLY NOOO NO IDEAS YET actually ykw a pokémon theme would be really fun and in character atm!! i’d have to think of how to go about it but that is def one option (it’s coming up too AHH so i have to get to cooking for real!!)

agreed it’s not as awful as people are making it out to be!! a lot of the trailer was still frames too so it just looks choppier because it’s not an entire scene in motion yk…the budget is apparently higher than s1 so i doubt it’ll be worse than s1 if anything it’ll just be the same!! AND KARASU LOOKED SOOO GOOD THEY DID HIM JUSTICE i can’t wait to see him in action…i will forever mourn the thought of him with jet black hair and pretty violet eyes though 😩 purple/black karasu you will live on in our memories/99% of fanarts + colorings 😭 i feel like the blue falls a bit flat like he’s kind of just giving “isagi’s sexy cousin” atm HAHAHAHA but it’s all good he’s fine either way!! tbh yk me i’m just waiting for s2 for the edits anyways and if editors can make fire stuff out of manga panels they’ll def cook with whatever the anime gives us!!

speaking of edits do you know those tik tok sounds with the usa eagle screech i NEED people to start editing karasu with it because yk bird LMAOAAOOA JUST IMAGINEEE i don’t think he gets a bird aura panel until NEL (this is what i went to look up when tumblr glitched out for you to get a sense of how far i got) but i am investing i need people to get to WORK idk how no one has seen the vision yet!!

hmm i think if it’s only 14 eps they’ll definitely either go crazy or they’ll do two cours 🤔 tbh more content is more content i’m just hype to see my boys back on screen 🤩 the animators always yassify nagi so i’m chilling because there’s a high chance he’ll look good for the most part JFKSK i’m worried they might mess up barou because they seem to be allergic to him slaying but i still have faith!! ACTUALLY YKW i’m waiting for everyone to crawl out of the woodwork remembering how much they like nagi once they’re reminded of how cool he is…like NUH UH go back to the kaiser glazing hole you scrabbled out of leave nagi ALONE i have been here through everyone slandering him he’s MINEEEEEEEE (insert wolf ripping its shirt open meme) /j

anyways if it seems like i missed anything i’m sorry tumblr hates me so i probably thought i responded and didn’t LMAOAOA i think my og response was more fleshed out but alas…😓💔

[hiro-doodlez]

(I might not listen to the results JSNSJSJSJ)

(Reblogs appreciated LSNWJDJ)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

No Air 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, parental neglect and abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're forced to return home after a nervous breakdown.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I have so much for the ex con pervs so here is this too.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

The numbness is like a clog in your veins. It's as if you just stopped working. Your mind, your body, just stopped after it all combusted in tears and defeat. Shaking on the floor, sobbing, maybe you screamed. You can hardly remember how it went.

You remember laughing. Not you. People laughing at you. You don't think you've ever truly laughed at anything. There's never been a reason to be happy. Whether you did good, there's always better. It's never enough until it became too much.

All that comes through the fog is Jacques' angry shouting, his mean words, his endless reproach. Not good enough. Not good enough. The same words your mother spoke a thousand times over. It was one note. One misstep. It was just enough to light the house of matches.

Your head lolls against the seat and you blink through the window. It's all ashes now. What you worked your whole life towards is nothing. Your cello, smashed; your wits, too. You don't know if you're relieved that it's finally over.

No. After all that after your meltdown in the opera house, after a blurry flight behind a wall of endless tears, after this meandering car ride down streets you never wanted to see again, you still have to face her. Your mother's spite is far worse than anything the snake-tongued conductor could come up with.

You have nothing left to cry. You rock with the car's motion as it steers up the long drive to your mother's house. The elaborate Tudor style always struck you as horribly out of place. She never settles for anything less than the best.

Her porsche is in the crescent drive and another car. Is it new? A convertible Bently.

The drive stops just behind it and you thank him. He was kind enough to turn off the instrumental when you asked. You never want to hear or touch another string again. He opens your door, then takes your bag out of the trunk. Another thanks and he's off. For a moment, you hesitate. Nearly running after him to say you forgot something. No, the cello is in pieces, swept into some Italian dumpster.

You stare after the car, reticent to face the house, to meet your mother's wrath. The air is dulcet and cool as the afternoon softens to evening. You can hear the buzz of insects and the soft scuff of critters in the hedges. It's too peaceful.

Your ears are fuzzy and your vision narrow. You extend the handle of your bag and linger a little longer, taking in the groomed flowers and the classical statues of nymphs hopping around the greenery.

"Evening, sunshine," a voice startles you so you knock over your suitcase. You spin to face the man as he comes up the long drive, jogging in only a pair of black shorts. You gulp and shake your head in confusion. This is your mother's house... "You must be the prodigy."

You rock on your heels and blink. He offers his hands as he slows and nears. His hairy chest sparkles with his sweat. He's older, grey at his shaved temples, the longer strands of his hair combed back over the top of his head, a small elastic keeping them out of his face. His eyes are bold and blue, his nose reminds you of a Roman bust, and his lip is trimmed with a thick mustache. You look at his hand. You don't know what else to do but shake it. You give your name and earn a snicker.

"Oh, I know," he drawls and squeezes your hand, "Lloyd. Hansen," he turns your hand and raises it. He kisses it, the fuzz above his lip tickling you. "You don't look like her."

Your lips part in confusion, "you know my mom?"

You try to slip free of his grasp and he clings to you. He lets go only as you yank again. You bend to grab your bag but he's quicker. He brings it up with the handle and wheels it toward him.

"Was out for my run. Gotta keep fit," he declares. He is. Very fit. You find that sitting behind your cello hasn't lessened your already thick thighs.

"Um, where is my mom?" You ask.

He cackles again, "she's probably knee-deep in the merlot," he winks and gestures at the house. "Wanna go find her?"

"Erm, okay, but..." you turn and he's quick to step up next to you, the wheels of your luggage rolling loudly on the stonework. "Uh," your lip quivers, "who are you?"

"I told ya, sunshine," he drapes his arm across your shoulders and you wince. He curls his hand around and latches on, urging you onward, "Lloyd. Unless you wanna call me daddy."

You let out a strangled noise. "Huh?"

"Kidding. Me and your mom... we've been spending time together. Think she likes me," he keeps your feet moving as he drags your bag. "I mean, how can you resist a hunk like me?"

Your eyes search the steps as you approach him. You squirm but he doesn't let go. You're never this close to people. It can get a bit crowded when the orchestra has all their instruments set but nothing like this. You don't talk to people, you don't touch them. You just do what you're told.

He walks you up the steps and his hand slowly drifts from your shoulder. You notice it getting lower and lower, crawling down your back. As you get to the top, you scurry away before it can get any lower. You reach for the curled door handle and twist desperately. You pull it open and stand back.

"Woah, little lady, supposed to be the man opening doors," he smirks. "But I don't mind being pampered."

He steps through and you wait a moment before you trail him. You don't like him. Something about the way he talks, the way he saunters, the way he just touches you. You flutter your fingers together and bite the tip of your tongue.

"Katherine," he leaves your suitcase at the base of the banister and calls out. "Hope you got enough wine to share."

He stops and peeks back at you. He beckons you to follow. You stay behind him as he heads for the kitchen. You hear the clink of crystal.

"Lloyd," your mother trills as he enters, "there you are. Ooh, and you're sweaty. Should we add to that?"

She doesn't notice you as she struts over to him, swaying her hips emphatically. She frames his face and presses her lips to his, her tongue forcing past them as he grunts in surprise. He laughs and gentle nudges her away as she brushes up and down his torso. She's wearing a sillk robe and it doesn't look like much else.

"Kat," he drawls, "sweetie pie is here."

"Sweetie--" she looks past him and flinches as she notices you. She sighs. "Oh, there she is."

Her face darkens as the lines deepen harshly. You shrink down and keep your chin low. "Mother."

"Mother," she mimics. "I-- I can't deal with you right now. I'm not ready."

She sniffs and spins, scooping up her glass of whine, "Lloyd, please, get me away from her."

You're not surprised. You've gone and ruined everything she worked for. That's how she sees it. It's nothing you did. No, she made you get up all those early mornings, she got you to classes, she got you to every concert.

Lloyd glances back at you and you signal weakly with your palm out. You turn and traipse away. It's better that you go hide. Even on the good days, that was the safest.

You grab your bag and roll it out after you. You'll just keep to yourself until she's ready to tell you to your face how much she hates you. You lift the bag onto the lower step but before you can get it higher, Lloyd calls out to you.

"Hey, sweetie, I can't let you hurt yourself," he strides over and scoops the bag up by the short handle sewn onto the side, "show me where I'm going and I'll be your very own prince charming."

You retract your arm and stare at him. He's strange. The way he says things is so odd. You usually struggle to understand what other people mean but he's a true enigma.

"My room is... up here," you murmur and climb the stairs. He waits and trails after you. You can't help but feel as if he's watching you.

You veer down the hall and to your bedroom. You open the door but find it full of boxes. You stop short and he keeps from running into you with a hand on your hip. Reflexively, you push him off.

"You sure this is the one, sweetness? I've gotten lost in here a few times myself," he snickers.

"N-no, this is... it." You frown. You're not really upset. You still don't feel much more than dazed. You have some of the pills left the doctor gave you.

"Aw, you know what? I shoulda said something. Since your mom's in one of her moods. This place is under a redesign. Everything's a bit all over. I'm all over," he rubs your arm. "We were trying to figure out where to put the in-home gym."

"A gym?" You utter.

"Sure, I mean, not that you need it." He runs his fingers down the back of your arm. "Don't wanna mess with a good thing."

You reel away from him. What does that mean?

"I'll... I'll find a guest room."

"Sure, baby, let's do that."

You grimace and latch onto the plastic handle of the suitcase, "I can do it myself."

"Now, sweetie pie, I heard all about what happened to you. Your ma was way too messed up to take the call. Yeah, I mean, those things are no joke," he keeps hold of the bag. "The doctor said rest and relaxation. Avoid stressors. So let me take a load off... typically I'd be letting one off."

You shake your head. Huh? He's talking in riddles.

"Come on, let's get you all settled," he grabs your arm and yanks you out of the room. You stagger as he pays little heed to your struggle. He marches you down to the room right next to your mom's. You wouldn't have chosen that one.

"This one should still be in tact," he affirms and pushes open the door. "See? Nice big bed... for just you? You'll be all cozy." He puts the bag just inside and sweeps his arms around. "It'll be nice to stay in one place, won't it, sunshine? And we can all figure out how to be one happy family."

"Family?"

"Well, you know, can't remember the last time I spent the night at my own place. I've been... hanging out with your mother." He grins. You're overly aware of his still shirtless state. "No kids of my own, ya know? Not really the type but I can figure it all out."

You nod and sidle past him.

"Thank you." You cross your arms as you shuffle away.

"Anything you want, ask Daddy Lloyd. He'll bring it to you on a gold platter," he declares.

"I'm fine. I don't need anything," you assure him.

"You look tense," he steps closer and surprises you as he clamps down on the muscles along your shoulders. He kneads with his thumbs and you squeak. You throw your hands up and try to shove his away.

"Relax, baby, it's a massage. Ugh, I can tell you need it," he purrs, "you're all tense."

"Please, I'm okay--"

"No, you are not, sunshine," he tuts. "Just stay still, alright?"

"Please--"

"Keep begging, I love the sound of it," he laughs. He continues to work the flesh with his fingers.

You squirm and squeal as his hands creep closer to your neck. He chuckles as his fingertips dance up your neck then he closes his fingers around your throat. You gasp as he keeps them firm but doesn't squeeze. He pushes his pelvis against your back and you clasp onto his wrists. He hushes you.

"Mommy won't even look at you," he nuzzles your crown. "Think she'd come running."

You whine and try to pull away. He keeps hold of you. You can feel now. You can feel so much.

"Ha," he lets you go and you stagger forward. "I'm just tryna make you laugh, baby cakes. Try it," he taunts. "Might help with all that tension."

You face him and your mouth falls open. Your heart is racing, your breath shallow, you blink at him dumbly. He bites his lip.

"Oh, I like when you look at me like that," he rubs his hand down his chest and hooks his thumb under the elastic of his shorts. "Got a nice mental picture for later."

He spins and struts out. Your lip trembles as you watch him go. He swings the door shut behind him and you jump.

You didn't think things could get worse than they already were.

[ericaportfolio]

Thought to drop some behind the scenes on making Athena. My take on Pallas Athena's design was inspired by portrayals of her from ancient times and modern pop culture.

My original drawing at the top right was the footprint that started it all.

Her outfit was inspired by this digital creation of a surviving Athena statue. There have been studies of these statues that used to have color back then. Look it up, it's COOL and WORTH IT! Even her hair was inspired by the statues from back then. Her bangs are supposed to look like teardrops.

The colors on the Greek flag inspired her top.

I took animation lessons from a former Disney Animator back in the day, so I took inspiration from Disney's Hercules Athena with the character design, the long neck, a bit of her height pose, and her little owl, Noctua.

Noctua is inspired by the little owls (Athene Noctua) hailing from Europe. Because of that, I made her helmet look like an owl head.

For the pose with her owl, I discovered this image from an 80s classic, Clash of the Titans, a movie I plan to watch soon.

What got me back into Greek Mythology was watching Epic the Musical animatics like Warrior of the Mind. To @wolfythewitch and @gigizetz, I blame BOTH of you for wanting to draw my version of a tall owl lady! For those learning about Epic, please check it out and give @wolfythewitch and @gigizetzs' videos a watch.

I had to look up hand references because I struggled to finish her. The hand holding the spear was inspired by a screenshot of Jasmine's hands and another source I'll bring up next. The hand on the right with Noctua was inspired by a hand pose of Disney's Athena and a hand reference I found on Deviant Art by the Etherington Brothers. (Link below the list)

I recently discovered the Olympians Graphic Novels by George O'Connor. Athena from those books played a role in figuring out her design. Check out those books if you guys have the chance! Highly recommend them!

Stolas from Helluva Boss inspired Athena's facial features from her head shape, mouth, and eyes, which can glow if she wants them to.

Athena's armlet, arm plate armor, and the Aegis were inspired by Athena's design in the recent roleplaying musical video game Stray Gods. If you love musicals and crime-solving, I do recommend it.

That's it for now! If I forgot something, I'll do another reblog of sources. Also, those discovering this post and liking it, please like the original post. Thank You!

[youredreamingofroo]

*puts on evil hat* Music asks: 15, 16, 21, 25 *removes evil hat*

okay i completely forgot about this ask and i love music asks so much that i was dedicated to scrounging through like 300 posts to find my actual reblog of the music asks post LMFAO

from this post/rb

15, A song that is a cover by another artist >:))) I love this question so much because I get to share this PHENOMENAL cover by my fav indie rock band

16, One of your favorite classical songs Not to disappoint, but classical music is such a snooze fest for me, not a jab at classical music, moreso myself 😭😭 so I... don't have a fav :(

21, A favorite song with a person’s name in the title I dont remember if I've shared this one before but this song is literally engraved, engrained, carved, etched into my brain, i LOVEEE ricky's music sm but this song... oh my fucking god...

25, A song by an artist no longer living I don't really keep track of the living status of artists I listen to.. but I do know that the two artists from Her's (a band made up of those two artists) were killed in a car crash in 2019, so I'll go with them. The vocals in this song itch my brain soooo much i love them :3

[lykaios2]

blog hiatus details

if you're reading this you probably saw my blog title so let me explain (tl;dr at the end)

life has been a tad crazy at the moment (moment meaning like the past 3 months as of posting this) for a few reasons. i am currently doing my first year of college/running start so dealing with that and adjusting to a different workload/workstyle has been interesting and frankly time consuming. my family has also been going a bit crazy and while it doesn't really affect me personally it sometimes does take a portion of my thoughts. i am also just kind of in that age where i'm preparing for the real world; driving a car, getting a job, college, etc. and while i have thankfully got through my horrendous seasonal depression (it was so bad this winter) it is only replaced by anxiety so that's pretty epic as well.

throughout the past few months the busyness and mental illness caused a really bad lack of motivation, and as you may have noticed i just started reblogging like hell. i did feel a bit bad about it ngl. on the bright side, i do have a few ideas in store for when i finally get back my motivation and time (which might be soon). also hopefully with the seasonal depression out of the way it'll be easier for me to get over any negative thoughts i have about doing art

also i slowly just kinda forgot about this blog with life needing my attention a lot more. when i come back, i'll probably make another blog for rb'ing, so i can make more meaningful posts here on the main blog. i did get the classic "doing it for the likes" feeling a lot, and i probably will still have that when i come back, but i'll try to be doing stuff for myself more. maybe i'll also actually get good at art

i also apologize to those who have been tagging me in stuff, i do feel really bad about not responding. i miss you guys and i am super excited to come back, i just need to prepare myself a bit more

tl;dr: life has been crazy, motivation has been down. i have ideas for when i come back, which is hopefully soon. also i will try to change my view on how this blog works and operates

anyway thanks for reading all this, see you guys soon ❤️❤️❤️

also i am dating someone now. whoops 🙃

[bungouchronicles]

Introduction

Hi! I'm Aria and my pronouns are She/Her.

I've been on Tumblr for awhile but never really made an official blog for posting but there's just so much I wanna say so I thought "I'm bored on the bus, lets commit to Tumblr".

I don't really know what I'll be posting except that it'll probably be mostly related to bungou stray dogs as it's my current obsession (and has been for the last 3-4 years-). I do like to both write and draw too so I might post some of my work aswell.

Favorite posts of mine:

Soukoku and their views on humanity

Dazai hates going to the doctor, Yosano hates having him there

Dazai and gift giving

Akutagawa and the man dressed in black

Fyodor and what the future might hold

I love to love

Fyobram nonsense

Fyodor and "that man"

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Here's some general information about me and what tags I use under the cut ⬇️

Things I like

- Bungou stray dogs (wow you could've never guessed)

- Moriarty the Patriot

- Genshin Impact

- Kamisama Hajimemashita

- My little pony: Friendship is magic

- Anime

- Manga

- Reading

- Writing

- Art

- Music

- Anything creative really

- Philosophy

- Psychology (sometimes)

- Classic Literature

- Theater

- Character/story analysis

- A bunch of other anime series I haven't mentioned

- Honkai star rail (though I haven't gotten that far)

- Just a bunch of things, I love deeply and easily

- Vampires

- The Stanley parable

- Spider-man

- Just super heroes in general

- Goth music

- New wave

- New romantic

- Post-Punk

- Yk just cool 80's synth music

Things I dislike/Hate

- Horror (I like the scary vibes but I can't handle actually scary stuff)

- Gore (I don't mind blood)

- Extreme Violence

- Sharks (big teeth)

- Mirrors (creepy)

- Just general bad things (stuff like racism yk)

- Probably more things but I can't think of anything rn

- Proshippers!!

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I'm happy to receive asks but know that I won't respond if it makes me uncomfortable so yk, be normal.

I might edit this in the future if anything changes or I remember something I should've added but forgot to but until then this is all.

Edit:

Right I use tags! So far these are my tags:

#aria indulges the voices Which is just general stuff like random thought etc, I am planning to take that more organized at some point though.

I also have:

#aria reblogs I don't think I need to explain that one haha

And:

#aria answers asks That one is pretty self explanatory too

#Aria analyses Which is like story and character analyses

Edit 2:

I now also have:

#Aris writes

While I'm at it I'll add another one too since I'll most likely use it in the future:

#Aria does art

And:

#Aria theorises

Bye bye! <3

[saltyunordinaryprincess]

𝔸𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕄𝕦𝕟

Blog run by a friendly she/her named Paws.

Mun has 15+ years experience; Tumblr, Discord & classic AIM

Mun & Muses 18+

Mutuals only… lets chat to make sure we vibe

Non-exclusive

OUAT canon, canon-divergent, and AU-friendly

Open, semi-selective, and accepting starters

Prompts, memes and plotting available

Eastern Standard Time (GMT -05:00)

Full-time employee, Part-time blogger

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

NSFW 🔞 must be discussed ahead of time and both parties must both consent. I am 100% ok with any graphic details being moved to DM or fading to black/behind closed doors.

I like to talk to new partners before just jumping into threads first. Nothing complicated, just to make sure we as muns can vibe. Because if we can’t vibe in casual conversation its going to make roleplaying more complicated. I want us to be able to talk if something comes up we are uncomfortable with, or if we have an idea we want to share. We don’t need to be besties, but I want us to be able to communicate.

Literacy is important, but mistakes do happen. I promise to do my best to proof read and edit all my posts before I click submit if you do the same. But then again, this is all for fun. I’m not looking to win a Pulitzer here.

I am non-exclusive, and do not mind working with multiples of the same character and will do my best to keep the stories separate (again, my tagging is complicated).

I do my best to match my partner length or length in replies. But at the same time, I prefer quality over quantity. We can always discuss expectations in reply lengths ahead of time if you would like (para, chat-style, short and sweet, etc) I used to do creative writing as a hobby in college so I tend to get carried away with details and descriptions. Feel free to poke me to tone it down if my replies become more outrageous and more fan fiction less roleplay.

I do not mind having more then one thread with the same character and/or partner. As long as we can both keep up, the more the merrier. Thus the reason I try to keep up with my own complicated tagging system.

If a thread starts from an ask (meme or prompt), if it gets involved and lengthy, I will most likely move it to it’s own post with a title to just remove the original ask post but I will link back to it, just allows shrinking easier.

Life happens, if I don’t reply to a thread in like 3 days, please feel free to DM me. There is a good chance I either missed the notification, totally forgot Tumblr existed and got lost in a side hobby (neurodivergent), or completely forgot to mention I was going away for a few days. I won’t be mad if you remind me. And if you wish, I will give you the same curtesy. 

If you are not one of the involved parties, please do not just jump into the roleplay without reaching out first to one of the involved parties. All my threads are CLOSED unless otherwise stated. Threads that are open to the public will be very clearly marked as [open to others].

On that same note, if you are not in the roleplay, please do not reblog any of the threads. You can like ❤️ and you can freely send us positive DMs as comments, but please do not reblog. It bogs down notifications and causes confusion in an already confusing and chaotic system.

Please do not ghost me. If you are no longer interested in roleplaying with me, please just send a quick DM. If you are going away on a sabbatical from Tumblr for an unknown time, family vacation, change in work/school schedule or you just don’t want to roleplay anymore, I beseech you to please just send a quick DM. I will not make a fuss. Ghosting hurts and makes me panic and worry about your wellbeing. Dead air in the middle of a planned plot is just heartbreaking with no explanation.

Once again, on a similar note, if we are in the middle of a thread and you just are no longer vibing with it and lose interest in that particular one, or you want to take a break from it and start another, same applies. Just DM me. I rather stop a thread and start a new one then force someone to bs their way unhappily and have the quality go down because they are just not feeling it.

Have fun!  This is a hobby. A game. A form of therapy. Stress release. Self care. Self expression. This is not homework, a career, an obligation. We’re all here to have fun. So let’s have some fun!

Updated 6/21/2024