#anyway hi i'm back on my self indulgent bullshit

[chuluoyi]

✎ to my beloved

- gojo satoru x reader

bad days don't mean the end of the world, and your husband is making sure you know that

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, fluff, fluff—just gojo pampering you

note: my job has been so hard for me this week :') so yeah it's very self indulgent as i need a lil hurt/comfort and i think you should too~

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

This week... has been a total dumpster fire.

You were utterly exhausted, covered in grime and blood, a persisting headache made you almost black out, all while sitting in the hospital waiting room as survivor's guilt slowly consumed you.

Grueling paperwork, a new project, facing the higher-ups, being substituted to Kyoto for days, and then a sudden attack of a curse user on the loose.

In times of need, you were supposed to protect others— you are a jujutsu sorcerer.

And yet, what happened? Megumi suddenly bathed in his own blood. You barely managed to save him in time, and now you were waiting for the news that he would be okay.

Why couldn't it be you instead? You wanted to break down each time you replayed the scene that took Megumi out. It was so eerily similar to how Haibara was—

"Are you okay!?"

You whipped your head, surprised to find your husband pounding down the hall. Satoru looked unlike himself—he was disheveled, and when he saw you, he immediately dashed towards where you were.

"Satoru..." you voice came out in a croak, feeling the lump in your throat closing in. When he dropped to his knee, put both hands on the sides of your face, and then your body, feeling you over to check if you had any injuries—

You finally burst into tears.

"Sweets, hey..." Satoru immediately pulled you close, trying to soothe you. You were shaking in his arms and he tightened his arms around you. "What happened to you?"

"I-I was... w-with him..." you sobbed, burying your face in his shoulder. "S-Satoru... I-I'm sorry...! M-Megumi—"

Your husband immediately shushed you. "Shh... it's alright, yeah? He'll be okay—"

You were still inconsolable even as he held you in his embrace. He hadn't seen you like this... not ever since tragedies during your high school years ago. And he struggled to reconcile this sight of you with how you were back then.

"I-I s-should've stood in his way— t-that way, he won't be hit—" you hiccupped as you poured your heart out and clutched at his shirt. "I-It would be f-fine if it... was me—"

But all thoughts flew when he heard your words, and suddenly he felt so angry—

"What do you mean?" his voice was so low and sharp that it startled you. "How will it be fine if it was you?"

You stiffened, and Satoru gripped your shoulder, pulling away to look you right in the eyes.

"If something bad happened to you... how is it fine?" he emphasized with gritted teeth. "Where do you get that kind of bullshit from?"

Your lips were wobbling as you sniffled. "At least... i-it isn't him—"

"If you got hurt, how do you think it'll make me feel?" Satoru posed the burning question on you next, his cerulean eyes glinting with silent fury, and you almost recoiled.

"T-that's...!"

"I'll wreak havoc if anything ever happens to you." His tone was harsh and forceful. "So if you think you can just—"

"I'm tired!" you screamed then, and he was stunned, wide-eyed as he took in your outburst. "I-I'm just... I've had enough of this— this shit! I want to quit!"

You were openly weeping, and this time, Satoru felt his heart lurch. You looked so heartbroken and utterly inconsolable that his first instinct to protect you took over.

"Then quit." He rose and took a seat next to you, before cradling you closer and pressed your head against his chest. "Even if you quit, I'm still here. I can protect you well enough. I don't like you being a sorcerer anyway."

You were his beloved wife and he hated seeing you like this. You were supposed to be happy and smiling.

He let out a disgruntled grunt. "Did you know how I was when I heard from Ichiji that you were at the hospital? I thought I might go mad thinking something had happened to you."

You sobbed harder at his words.

"It's perfectly okay if you're tired," he affirmed, patting your back gently. "If you're fine with giving up everything, then I'm on board too. Whatever makes you happy, sweets. Just... don't think of anything that might hurt yourself. Don't think of anything that might make you leave me."

You didn't know you needed to hear it. Right at that moment, your heart swelled with warmth. All your feelings were validated, and even if you chose to let go of everything, Satoru would accept you as you are.

You felt safe, so incredibly and irrevocably secure.

"Whatever happened this time..." he breathed out, feeling the dampness in his chest, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "It's not your fault. No one will blame you. I don't blame you, and Megumi won't too."

Your sniffles quieted down a bit at his words, and your throat still felt tight, clogged with tears.

"H-he... looked s-so much like Haibara... w-when—"

"Shush, he does not. Megumi will be okay. You will too, hmm?"

And just like that, you let go of everything and surrendered your entire being into his arms.

Clinging to him, you finally believed, in whatever shape or form it might take, you would be okay.

A week later, Megumi was discharged after being cleared by the hospital. His wounds were thankfully shallow, and you cried in relief when he woke up.

And after escorting him back, later that night, you laid on top your husband...

Your weight on him felt like a comforting reassurance as he gently patted your back. Satoru couldn't help but smile when he saw how peaceful you looked, like a baby about to fall asleep.

He couldn't resist and planted a firm kiss on the crown of your head.

"Mmm?" you looked up at him, eyes fluttering open, and he cracked a grin.

"What?"

"What?"

"Can't I kiss my own wife? When she's adorable as heck too."

"You..." your lips curved into a bashful, yet exasperated smile, poking his chest in the process.

"Heh."

You drew circles on his broad and sturdy chest, noting how his arms extended and feeling how your toenails only reached a little past his knees. "Your arms and legs are ridiculously long. You are like an oversized plushie."

Satoru snickered. "Well, isn't that good? You don't have to buy them anymore. I can be your personal talking plushie."

"Ew." You hit his chest playfully, and he pushed your bum forward until you were face-to-face with him. He smooched you on the lips, and you giggled afterward.

His eyes shone as he stared at you, breaking to a smile himself. "Finally smiling. Pretty."

"Satoru..." your eyes found his, and you marveled at how sparkling they were. Seeing him so close, even after being married to him for more than a year, made your heart skip a beat. "I..."

"Hmm?"

"I want to keep being jujutsu sorcerer..." You had thought about it ever since, and you still arrived at the same conclusion. "It's true if I give up on it, you'll still keep me safe and all, but..."

Your husband waited for you to continue, still smiling, blinking expectantly.

"...this is something I have to do. I know there will be more hard days ahead, but believe it or not, I... found purpose in doing this," you said, shifting your gaze away from him. "It makes me feel... I can be useful. Even if I'm not special like you, I can still contribute in my own small way..."

How you pressed up against him, the way you looked hesitant and yet convinced at the same time... Satoru thought you were the most precious thing there was.

"Then keep going. I'll still be here too." He hugged you tight then, surprising you. "Just let me know when you feel like you need a long leave, and I'll definitely give you the solution."

"Eh? How?"

"Easy... I can just put a baby in you~ They won't deny you maternity leave or put you in missions~"

"...Satoru, you're—" You shot him a look so unamused, before resigning with a sigh. "Never mind... alright, sure, whatever you say."

"Ooh! So does this mean you want to try now?!"

"—? No, not now yet—!"

"When? We have to try one of these days before some meddlesome aunties ask us when we will have kids!"

Being sillies like this made you so glad that you had him in your life, and that you married him. And if he felt the same way as you... then you really thanked the stars for it.

You huffed, yet wrapping your arms around him in return. "Satoru, you're a clown."

"Your personal clown, you mean. Right~"

[wakebymoonsleepbysun]

Dogday!! Trying to figure out a way to send a Y/N in there to help him.

Rambles under the cut.

(I drew my sona in these cuz self-indulgent, but if I ever write anything it'll be a reader insert with little to no canon design.)

Design notes: Took some elements from his game model as well as his cartoon design. I think when we see him, he is emaciated and/or stretched out, the way CatNap is said to be able to stretch. Don't know if that's an ability all Smiling Critters have though. For now I'm saying it is SOMEWHAT but CatNap is the better at it by MILES. In any case, that's why he's not quite as lanky as he is in game, and is also a bit shorter.

I also he can be bipedal or quadrupedal, much like CatNap seems to be able to switch back and forth. A bit more animalistic than his cartoon counterpart, but part of that is just him not wanting to tower over the children and employees all the time, so drops down to all fours quite a bit.

The fur texture on his ears in the game cave him a floofy cocker spaniel look so I went with that instead of the less floofy ears he has in the cartoon and his original plushie.

The white pupils being absent when we see him I believe is a sign of how weak he is. When healthy, all the Bigger Bodies Smiling Critters have them, much like CatNap does.

Trying to actually keep his huge open-mouth smile at all times, unlike with my FNAF stuff where I give them more of an ability to emote. That said trying to get him to look angry or sad was a challenge. Sad I think worked okay but the one where I meant him to look angry he looks more cocky or smirky than mad. Tender moments are a bit harder too, as keeping that huge grin with more tender eyes results in him looking either drunk or horney or just like he's not taking the moment very seriously, haha.

And the story? Not sure yet, bouncing around a few ideas, though I don't think I'll have the reader and the player be the same person. Reader might be someone who came up in PlayCare alongside Dogday. Perhaps they knew each other as kids when Dogday was still human. Haven't decided how much of this Dogday remembers or at what point the reader realizes Dogday is their old friend who got "adopted".

Reader grows up the Playcare and is given a job once they're an adult. (Something something starting the brainwashing and normalization of bullshit early to make employees who are more willing to look the other way?)

Dogday somehow kept them hidden during the Hour of Joy and the reader's been living in the caves ever since. (The caves open up so much possibility for people being hidden in the factory. Much easier to say there's an unknown offshoot of a natural cave system than an unknown part of the factory.)

How are they staying fed? Uhhhh...cave mushrooms? Trips to the surface? Moss? Stale vending machine candy? I don't know yet.

Not sure how to pull a happy ending out of this horror but I'm trying. Maybe the reader convinces Dogday to leave after Ch 3 because he'd be too weak to help anyway or something? And uh...I'm just gonna pretend since he's kinda a plushie he can be sewn back together even though I'm PRETTY SURE canonically the inclusion of blood and guts makes that...not a thing.

Just remember guys...all winds blow away...eventually.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

⚠️WARNING: CRINGE AHEAD⚠️

purely self-indulgent bullshit. this is the second time i'm writing a fic about this i'm crying with further shame.

(cw: drug use, suggestive, predator/prey dynamic in a sense)

I have a problem. A big one. I’m obsessed with Murder. Not in some casual way. I’m obsessed in a way that makes my skin burn, my thoughts race, my heart race in anticipation of the smallest thing. I want him. I crave him. If I had the chance to run my hands up his bare bones, I’d do it, reverently, without a second thought. If he just let me breathe him in, I’d be so ready.

Today, though, I’m hoping for something more. Another step in our relationship. I’ve been holding onto something that’s been tucked away in my storage for way too long - something that I really need to ask him about. After a battle where the Trio h crashed on my sofa, I sneaked around while Murder was resting in my bed, quietly collecting the dust from his discarded bandages and storing it in a box. I felt guilty. Ashamed. But now? Now I’m ready to finally confront him. Isn’t it healthy in a relationship to communicate with your significant other about your problem? And this – this is a problem alright.

I approach him, heart racing, palms sweating. Murder lounges lazily in his corner, doing nothing but stare at the bustling street outside of the window. He doesn’t turn to look at me at first. But I know he feels me. I know he senses the hunger in the air. My heart skips a beat. My mouth waters.

“Uhm, Muse,” I say, trying to sound casual, but my voice shakes. “I, uh, need to ask you something.”

His gaze flickers toward me, that dark, empty stare boring into me with unnerving intensity. He doesn’t say anything at first, just looks at me. The silence between us stretches, like it always does when I get too close.

Finally, he raises an eye ridge, his voice bored. “What? You gonna beg me to fuck you again?”

I bite my lip, trying to swallow the rush of heat that floods my body. “No! Not that,” I stammer. Not yet anyway, my mind supplies. “It’s... uh, something else.” I pull out a small baggie, feeling like my heart’s about to explode out of my chest. Inside it is the goods – Murder’s dust.

He eyes the bag, unimpressed. “What the hell is that?”

I grin a little too wide, a little too eager. “It’s, uh, some of your dust!”

Murder’s face twists in disgust, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s going to turn me away, to walk out, to refuse me. Hastily, before he could say anything, I continue.

“I, um, found it in my bedroom... And I thought, you know, maybe I should get closer to you. Like spiritually. Metaphysically. Maybe even physically.” I lean into his space, eyes wide, not really hiding my intentions. He doesn’t back away, only watching with his darkened gaze. “I was thinking... I could snort it. I mean, it’s your essence, right? It’s practically you. And I just... want to feel you, you know?”

His eyes flash with something cold and dark, and for a moment, I wonder if he’ll reject me. Push me away. Finally for good this time. But that thought only makes the hunger inside me grow. I want him to push me away, to test me. To see if I’ll chase him even harder. Even when I disgust him greatly. Even when he knows I know he’s slipping away from me.

He tilts his skull backwards, clearly grossed out. He clicks his tongue, a derisive sound. “You wanna snort my dust? That’s disgusting. This is a new low, even for you.”

I don’t back off. Not this time. When I’m so close. I inch closer, practically vibrating with a need for his approval. “But think about it! It’s like... I will become one with you. Your bones, your body. It’s more than just a physical thing – it’s an intimate connection. I want to feel you inside me, Muse. No, I need it.”

He stares at me for what feels like hours. Silence. A long, drawn-out pause that sends shivers down my spine. Then, finally, he says in a voice full of disgust, “You’re insane.”

I lean in even closer, practically breathless. “Yeah, but you love me for it, don’t you? I’m your freak. Your devoted jester dancing at your amusement.”

Murder looks at me like he’s deciding whether to leave the room or strangle me. But then, he doesn’t. Instead, he slouches back and sighs, shaking his skull in exasperation. “I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with you, but fine. Do whatever. Just... hurry up and get it over with. Don’t make it too weird.”

I practically glow with happiness. “Thanks, Muse! You’re the best!”

I kneel down on the floor, sprinkling the dust on the coffee table and cutting it into neat little lines. I pull out a dollar bill, roll it up, and edge it toward the dust, my body tingling. I can feel the gaze of the skeleton sitting on the sofa, looming over me. My heart’s pounding. This is it. Murder doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t approve exactly, but he’s not pushing me away, either. That’s enough for me.

I inhale a line of the bone dust.

It’s weird. It tasted like ancient regret and dust bunnies. Like icy gin and electric storm. It didn’t even burn the way i thought it would. But it was something. I can’t tell if it’s the dust or just the desperate need coursing through me, but I feel... complete. Like I’m connected to him in a way that not even fornication could make me feel. The dust – it’s him, all around me, crawling inside my veins, flooding my mind. My body pulses with the rush of it, my skin tingling as if I’ve just become him, as if I’ve crossed that line, that boundary, and now we’re one.

I exhale slowly, feeling my pulse quicken, my eyes dilate. “See? This is what I’m talking about, Muse. You’re inside me now. All of you. And I can feel it. All of you.”

Murder stares at me, unmoving. His eyes narrow, and I feel that coldness wash over me again. I’m the predator now, but I know he’s the one who controls everything. He can crush me with a flick of his wrist. But right now? Right now, he’s letting me have this moment. Letting me slip further into this obsession with him – an invitation I can’t help but salivate over.

 “You’re really something, aren’t you?” he whispers, voice dripping with amused contempt. But there’s something else there too. Maybe something darker. Something real.

“I’m your number one fan,” I say, my eyes unblinking and wide with adoration. “I’m your most devoted jester, Muse. Whatever you want me to be.”

He sighs, rubbing his skull. “Yeah, that you are. And that’s the most fucked up part of all this.”

But he doesn’t push me away. Not exactly. And that? That’s enough for me. Because right then I know he’s not going anywhere. I can feel the moment when he slips eventually. When he’ll stop pretending to be untouchable and let me consume him whole. And until then, I’ll wait. I’ll keep waiting.

[theglidingbat]

Ghostbat headcanons because I'm in no-minhkhoa content hell

Bruce loves giving minhkhoa forehead kisses and nose kisses, during tender moments or when he's feeling sentimental, minhkhoa always grumbles about it but it's one of the little things he enjoys

Adding onto the previous one, minhkhoa rarely kisses bruce tenderly his kiss more fierce and filled with passion and hidden emotions he refuses to reveal.

Minhkhoa will make fun of Bruce's clothes and fashion choices but yet can be seen with wearing his turtleneck, bruce will narrow his eyes as Minhkhoa pretends to be ignorant, he never returns the clothes by the way.

But if bruce ever decided to take minhkhoa's clothes he has to hear multiple snarky remarks, only to be tackled when he tries to take of Minhkhoa's green hoodie , ghostmaker would rather die then admit he likes his boyfriend in his clothes.

So they definitely got married at some point right?

I feel like bruce knows how to cook but pretends to be shitty at it around minhkhoa just so he gets to see minhkhoa cook, minhkhoa knows this and indulges him anyway

Listen, I think the "minhkhoa can't feel love" thing is bullshit because he does care a lot, even if he's terrible at it, he's not even trying per se but bruce is one of the very few people he actually cares for, Bruce thinks that's how minhkhoa just is, he doesn't realise he has special treatment expect the name thing.

But a fun alternative is that he knows that he gets special treatment from minhkhoa and loves it, and gets extremely possessive and bratty about it too.

I know it's retconned or whatever but Rhea being minhkhoa's first love and after everything minhkhoa still likes to distance himself, bruce who's probably witnessed atleast half of their relationship will always feel like and know that he won't ever have the same place in minhkhoa's stone cold heart like Rhea did and it kind of hurts him

Minhkhoa doesn't even deny it, why bother lying to a man as smart as Bruce? Bruce should be able to handle the truth, he still cares for Bruce but he's sure (scared) of the fact that bruce would die or disappear, or worse forget him because of his own stupidity (empathy)

Okay enough angsty from me I swore I would be an account without much angsty shit but here we are.

Minhkhoa loves grilled cheese. It's a headcanon me and my irl friend thought of as an old inside joke but yeah that's the only American food this mother fucker tolerates, with tomato soup and everything. Specifically if Bruce makes it with the crust cut.

The grilled cheese is more of a crack headcanon but eh.

Someone make a fic of Minhkhoa teaching Bruce's white ass how to make rotis (I've been leaning into minhkhoa being half Tamil or of Tamil origins loads lately and it's my favourite fanon hc of him)

Bruce can't get it in a perfect Circle and it pisses him off, minhkhoa laughs at his face.

One very silly thing I love to think is that during a chase scene in their past minhkhoa would pick bruce up and make a run for it and sticks through their adulthood, an explosion is about to go off and before bruce can do anything minhkhoa has him in a carry as he runs away with him.

Them Falling back into old habits, bruce latching onto minhkhoa and pulling his hair during a immature argument, minhkhoa screaming and trying to shake him off as Talia tiredly sips her tea, they're all 40 and the batkids finally see where exactly Damian gets it from.

My personal headcanon is that during btk era bruce had freckles, minhkhoa won't admit it but he misses them,as Bruce grew his freckles faded.

And that's it for my latest Ghostbat headcanons, do note that these are extremely self indulgent and may be occ but eh who gives a fuck

[freckledsokka]

wip wednesday

a wee snippet of the self-indulgent tense-fuckery zukka fic i'm working on that no one asked for! most of this fic is sokka (ghost sokka? spirit sokka? who knows) waxing poetic about zuko grieving him, but i wrote this scene with korra for a touch of levity (while still being a little angsty).

note: this is NOT a reader fic. do not let the use of "you" fool you. this is fully from sokka's pov as if he's narrating this to zuko.

"You remind me of him," you tell the Avatar, something wistful tugging at the corner of your mouth, reaching to the creases of your eyes. Korra looks almost bashful, or maybe just flattered. "I get that a lot," she says quietly, as if it's a sore subject but she doesn't want to offend you by mentioning it. You smile at her, warm and reassuring. "I don't mean Aang." "Oh." She sounds surprised, which quickly gives way to embarrassed when you offer her an encouraging smirk to help the thought along. "Oh," she says again, nearly in a different octave. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I should have realized that's — of course, that's who you meant." She laughs nervously, waving her hand vaguely at herself. "Southern Water Tribe, duh." "It's not just that," you tell her, and her nervous energy seems to settle a little at the calm, smooth tone of your voice. "You have the same tenacity, the same spirit. He would be proud to see the Avatar you've become."

Korra is quiet for a moment, either out of respect or simply a loss for words. Then she smiles, a little sheepishly but no less grateful to be honored in such a way. "Tenzin told me he — the Chief? — was with you and my father the night the Red Lotus tried to kidnap me." She looks away, guilt seeping into the set of her shoulders, the way she wraps her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry, I — Did he —?" She glances back, eyes bright, pleading for some kind of forgiveness she doesn't need to be given. "Was it my fault?"

"Korra," you say slowly, frowning, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "What did Tenzin tell you? The Red Lotus had nothing to do with Sokka's passing."

Her eyes go wide. "Really? But he made it sound like — I mean, my dad became Head Chieftain not long after that, I thought —"

You can't help the chuckle low in the back of your throat, a rumble of distant thunder, warm as a summer storm. "No, Korra. Sokka never was particularly suited to be Chief. He felt it was time to pass it on, is all. That, and he felt he could do more good behind the scenes, or through his work in Republic City. But, more often than not, he was with me. Those years were some of our best." 

Korra lets out a trill of nerves, huffing in relief. "Thank the Spirits." A beat, the haunted look of someone who is technically thousands of years old yielding to the vulnerability of someone barely out of her teens carrying the weight of the Spirit and human worlds on her shoulders, knowing she is the reason your — our — friend is gone. This is the cycle we were all prepared for, and yet — "Is that why I barely remember him? Didn't he ever visit Katara at the compound? Why didn't he ever say hello?"

"I wish I could tell you, Korra, but he never gave me his reasons." A wry smile. "I'm sorry if I kept him from you."

Korra twists her mouth, setting her jaw defiantly. "Lord Zuko, if I may —" She isn't really asking permission and you know this, but you nod anyway. "That's bullshit, and you know it. He was your husband. Don't tell me you didn't know just because he didn't tell you."

Your mouth twitches knowingly, even as your expression remains impressively neutral. "I had my suspicions, of course."

"Which were?" Korra presses.

If she weren't the Avatar, I suspect you would've said something along the lines of None of your damn business or Nothing to concern yourself about. Being the Avatar still has its perks in dragging honesty out of you, it seems. Still, you manage to make it a whole production, sighing like it physically pains you to admit it. 

"He wanted to wait until you'd mastered all four elements before he would teach you" — an exaggerated eyeroll, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose — "the 'fifth element.'"

Korra's brow furrows. She blinks like she's waiting for a punchline. "The — what? There is no fifth element, unless you count energy, but —"

"I know," you agree, exhausted. "I know."

"Then what?" Korra demands, sounding as flabbergasted as she looks.

You take a deep breath, wearily replying, "Swordbending."

Korra is frozen for a moment, maybe in shock, maybe in disbelief. Then she bursts out laughing, bright and cool as snow crunching underfoot, until it dawns on her that maybe you weren't actually joking. "Wait, really?" she asks incredulously. "He actually wanted to — to teach me? Why didn't he just team up with Katara? Spirits, it would've been so much fun to have a swordmaster around."

"You told me you have to learn the elements in order, Zuko," you say in a poor imitation of my voice. It's been so long, you've almost forgotten it. "He didn't want to influence your bending, or distract you from your role as Avatar, or so I assume."

Korra huffs. "Sounds an awful lot like he did tell you things, then," she mutters indignantly.

You shrug. "Not in so many words. He said a lot without ever saying it." That wistful slant of your mouth softens into something closer to melancholy. "When you're with someone as long as I was with Sokka, you learn to read between the lines. We had our own language, in a way."

"But if you suspected, why didn't you say anything? Why not encourage him?"

There's a sadness in your smile, an ache in your eyes. "Because, young Avatar," you say gently, "you always think you'll have more time."

[im-sorry-what-ii]

Ice was an 100% an Elvis fan. I will not back down from this, Val told me himself

Do i have any proof for this?

No. Anyways

This is Val Kilmer in his 1984 movie 'top secret'

I have not seen the movie I'm just bullshitting my way through this

And this is a young(ish) Elvis Presley

Tell me I'm not the only one who sees the similarities plz (yes I know val Kilmer plays an American rock n roll singer which is essentially what Elvis is just go with it)

I hc Ice wore his hair like in the 70s/early 80s, bc he had the biggest crush on Elvis Presley this is completely self indulgent thank you goodbye

[mozillavulpix]

self-indulgent bullshit story theory on how the bunny boys get to be precure in the tv show, version 1

So Nico decides the Precure won't be able to stand up to Gaoh (maybe they lose when he comes out in person), and so she absorbs the Precure's powers, since they originally came from the Nico Diamond, and goes off in her human form to fight

At one point they kidnap all the girls and use them as hostages to try and get Nico to stand down. It seems to work, but as they taunt Nico with saying how two humans and two animals aren't worth as much as everyone in Nico Garden, she relents and tries to keep attacking even though the girls are in the way.

But Gaoh knew she'd do that because he knows that at the end of the day Nico has been a coward and she can't bring herself to prioritise the human world over Nico Garden. So they know where she's going to attack and predict her moves and knock her down.

At that point all hope seems lost until they hear some rustling in the bushes.

It's Daifuku.

Suddenly, spontaneously, he turns into his human form and tells Nico the reason she lost is because she hasn't been able to trust humans. After all, it's the bond between humans and animals that caused the Nico Diamond to shine in the first place. She's been trying to take that burden away from humanity, but that won't help either world grow to deal with the challenges they must face.

And he'll show them what a bond between an animal and human is.

"Satoru, it's time to transform!"

Cue a big "Ehhhh???" from everyone. Including Satoru himself, who hasn't fully understood what's going on yet. (He's accepted Daifuku has the voice of Yuichi Nakamura now, that's fine. He just didn't think he would also be involved in this plan his rabbit cooked up.)

"Is that...really okay?"

"You want to protect what's important to you, don't you?"

Satoru nods and steps forward, the Mirror Stone does its thing, they probably get their movie forms because I doubt they'd use something else at this point. Dunno if they get a henshin bank scene. I'm already thinking about this way too hard.

Anyway they manage to disarm whatever the villains are for a bit and go free the girls. The villains get up and try to attack them, but get kicked by Nico for their troubles. Teamwork!

Nico gives the girls their powers back, realising she underestimated the power of those bonds they have and she really can't control shit so might as well leave it up to them.

Then...I dunno. The 6 of them go off to the final battle or something.

my thought is that when daifuku jumped out there he was basically bluffing. or at least, he didn't know he could spontaneously turn into a human again. He just knew he did it in the movie and he really needs to tell everyone the important themes of the show before they get themselves into big trouble so maybe if he just really believes hard enough it'll happen again and it does

this is 100% not going to happen but imagine if it did

[questinwitchface]

Hi, would love to hear about Sam and Bucky TV 👀

From this WIP game

Hello! Thanks for asking!

So the Sam and Bucky TV fic came from a prompt from @thatmexisaurusrex posted for The Daily SamBucky Fluff Diary, and if I'm remembering right, the prompt was "Sam and Bucky, trapped in a TV" or something very similar to that, and @funsized-loser reblogged with some tags that said "Kate and Yelena and Joaquin somehow control their actions" and "Kamala is there with her popcorn." You can view that post and those tags here.

Now, I love to write Kate/Yelena/Joaquin fics almost as much as I like writing SamBucky, so naturally, I was very on board with this. Basically, I decided that Sam and Bucky are indeed going to be magically trapped in a TV, and Joaquin is going to bring that TV back to the Compound where Kate and Yelena are going to try to help him get Sam and Bucky out of it. Kamala and a couple other characters will show up later, but the way that they decide to try to get them out of the magic TV is by playing videogames on it, trying to beat the games to get them out. And, of course, I went on my self-indulgent bullshit and decided that they were going to end up playing some of my favorite videogames of all time because that makes it more fun for me personally lol. Their logic is, if they beat the game, Sam and Bucky will get out of the TV, like in the Jumanji reboot.

Here's a snippet:

Kate nods, and goes to stand next to Yelena, who’s standing in front of the couch. Joaquín joins them, and together, the three of them flop onto the couch, staring at the screen. Joaquín instantly recognizes the movie that’s playing—it’s hard to mistake Clueless for anything else, even if the two leading characters have been replaced by Sam and Bucky. “This is bizarre,” Kate says, though she doesn’t look away from the screen. To be fair to her, it’s kind of hard to look away from the screen. Sam is killing it in that yellow plaid outfit, skirt and all. “How do we get them out?” Yelena asks. “Maybe we try changing the channel?” Kate asks. “There was a remote with the TV.” “Try it,” Joaquín says, though he’s got a feeling it won’t be that simple. They flip through the channels and find Sam and Bucky starring in a bunch of different movies, but changing the channel doesn’t seem to bring them any closer to getting Sam and Bucky out. “How’d this happen anyway?” Kate asks. “Yeah,” Yelena adds, turning to look sidelong at Joaquín. “All you said in your text was ‘SOS – Sam and Bucky in a TV #WizardsSuck.’” “I feel like that pretty much sums it up,” Joaquín says running a hand down his face. “We were working this mission, and we thought it was an alien. Turns out, nope. Wizard. And when we got too close, he poofed away—” “Poofed?” Kate asks, frowning. “What does that even mean?” “It means he made this cloud of pink smoke and then when it cleared, he was gone, like some shitty stage magician,” Joaquín answers miserably. “Then I turned to ask Sam what we should do next, and where Sam and Bucky were standing, there was just this TV.” Joaquín gestures vaguely toward the TV in front of them. “Obviously they’re stuck in there—I mean, that is them, right? I’m not crazy?” “No, it’s definitely them,” Yelena says, eyeing the screen. “That is Bucky’s scowl.” “I didn’t know an animated dog could scowl like that,” Kate says, sounding vaguely impressed.

[kittythelitter]

I've just been ping-ponging back and forth between Stranger Things and Batfam obsessions so here's a very self indulgent combination.

Au where Steve Harrington is Jack Drake's slightly older first cousin. They were close until Steve's parents disowned him and then reconnected sporadically when Jack was a young adult, but when Steve and Eddie got married, Janet severed ties claiming she thought Steve and his loser rockstar husband would be a bad influence on Tim. Jack reconciles with him when he wakes up from his coma, and asks Steve to take care of Tim if anything happens to him(Jack). When Jack is killed Steve and Eddie become Tim's guardians.

Rough Timeline.

1966 - Eddie is born

1967- Steve Harrington is born

1974- Jack Drake is born

1980- Bruce Wayne is born

1982- Clark Kent is adopted by the Kents

1983-6 -ST seasons 1-4

1987 - Upsidedown Closes for the last time + the Wayne's are killed in front of their son.

1990- Dick Grayson is Born

1995- Jason is born

1996- Cass is born

1999 - Tim is born/the Batman starts his stuff

2001 - Flying Graysons/first Superman sightings

2004 - the Justice League is formed, Boston legalizes gay marriage.

2005 - steddie marriage. Janet Drake throws a hissy fit and Jack and Steve stop speaking.

2007- Dick Quits Robin, Damian is born, andJason becomes Robin

2010- Jason Dies

2011- Tim becomes Robin

2013- Janet dies, Jack is in a coma

2014 - Jack wakes up. Wants to reconnect with his family (including Steve and Eddie), titans tower ™️

2015 - Damian arrives, Jack finds out. Steph is Robin and "dies"

2016 - Jack dies and Steve and Eddie get custody of Tim. Kon and Bart die temporarily.

Tim is going thru it and also suddenly has two VERY attentive guardians who have been dealing with weird bullshit longer than even Batman. They find out about Robin and lecture Batman and insist that if Tim's gonna pull a Dustin then Steve gets to babysit (be on comms).

Steve insists he's too old to be a vigilante but he is on comms all the time and on more than one occasion busts into a scene hitting goons with the batmobile and rescuing Bruce and Tim. He also basically forcefully adopts Jason after he finds out about titans tower. Eddie just laughs, but Jason used to be a big fan of Eddie's band so he is automatically the cool dad.

Somewhere in here Steve and Eddie kind of adopt Dick, Damian, Cass and Steph

Barbara and Max meet and it's Chaos.

Bruce tries to complain that Steve and Eddie are stealing his kids and Eddie's like. Alfred do you want some coparents? We'll adopt a full grown man. We've got kids older than Bruce that we consider to be ours. And Alfred is like. I'd love the help. He's a handful.

Anyway when Bruce "dies" and Tim's like. He's not dead! Steve is like. Yeah. I've seen weirder. Let me call supergirl- not Kara. My supergirl. Eleven. Yeah. You remember her right? She might be able to find him with her mind powers. No she's not a meta. She's had powers since before metas were a thing.

And El finds him and with her help the Justice League can get Bruce back pretty quickly. They offer her a position and she's like. I'm retired. But I'll always help a friend in need, so keep my number.

Anyways the ST crew are all adults and Tired because they thought when the justice league came around they'd be done. But Steve just keeps acquiring children who insist on getting themselves in trouble so even though he is fifty and Tired with chronic migraines and tinnitus he is still going to be the Best Damn Babysitter there is, and none of his friends/kids will let him do it alone.

Steve managed to keep it all from them before he needed to ask El for help but once the dam breaks they're all in and out of Gotham and meeting the Justice League and causing trouble left and right.

Lucas and Will both try to keep out of it and maintain their quiet lives but end up becoming emotional support/therapists/mentors to young heroes.

Dustin somehow gets to do some work on the Watchtower.

Erica, despite being in her early 40s, is trying to get the Teen Titans to unionize.

Nancy has access to guns she really really shouldn't.

Jonathan and Clark get along really well. Argyle can somehow understand the Flashes when they're talking at almost full speed.

And when Robin (Buckley not Batman-and-) meets Wonder Woman she cries.

[bnesszai]

May I know your top 3 favourite Dazai ships (either platonic or romantic) and why? Thank you ❤️

hello anon!

skk (romantic/platonic) - i could go on for a while but I'll try to keep it short. These two have so much trust in one another, no matter how much they try and claim otherwise. They know the other has their back. No matter what the situation, no matter how much time has passed, just. no matter what. They also definitely do hate each other because they see the worst of themselves reflected in the other BUT they also see the best of the other despite these parts, even if they try and deny it. They bring out the worst and the best in each other. When they're together, they don't have to have their guard or facades up. Together, they can enjoy the things they typically don't get to, such as arcades or just being stupid for no good reason. They can find their lost childhoods and the essence of who they could have been in a different world within each other. They also understand each other on such deep level. they don't even need words or signals. They just know. They also believe in the humanity of the other despite, once again, how much they try and deny it.

kunicuuzai (romantic/platonic)- kunizai on its own is okay, but i prefer all three together for reasons that are probably just stupid and personal but meh. anyway. You have the above dynamic but also added in you have Kunikida who is an idealist. He is someone who never wants to see someone die before his eyes. He is a self-sacrificing, bleeding human who has seen horrors but always chooses good (i have some hcs about a delinquent past but that's a different story). He can help Dazai and Chuuya see their humanities and the good parts in themselves that they feel they have lost. He can soothe over some of their aches and pains in a way neither Chuuya or Dazai can do for themselves or each other because Kunikida has never been in an organization that has asked him to kill ruthlessly, relentlessly. He also is the only one who can keep their bullshit shenanigans to a more tolerable amount (that said, he also loves shenanigans. he also loves safety and getting home on time for dinner). Dazai and Chuuya help Kunikida see the more fun things in life and how it can be okay to deviate from his schedule sometimes. Sometimes, it's okay to be horribly selfish.

Dazai and Oda (platonic only)- I was a lil torn between saying Oda or Atsushi or Ango for my platonic relationship, but ultimately, Oda did have the largest impact on his life (I have gone on rants about him and Ango before and probably will do so again). Anyway. There is the way Chuuya understands Dazai, but then there is the way that Oda did. Oda could see the deep lonlieness inside of Dazai. He could see that Dazai is too smart, too clever, too something to ever find something that will fulfill him in life. And that's heartbreaking. And yet, Oda tried his best to help Dazai out. He kept him company, he indulged him (I'm pretty confident Oda always knew Dazai was lying about his injuries), and he surely taught Dazai many things and comforted him to the best of his abilities when he could. Oda understood Dazai as if Oda had lived a life inside his body (i cannot think of a less creepy way to describe this sorry xD). Oda understood Dazai. Oda called Dazai a friend. Oda cared for Dazai and encouraged him to at least find the beauty in life, to atl east use his talents for good, even if none of it will ever make Dazai truly want to live. It's incredibly heartwarming and tragic all at once and GOD. reading tdipud (both sides) and Beast really makes Dark Era hurt that much extra. In every fic I write, I want Oda to be alive so they can be happy together as stupid friends, but his death is so vital to Dazai's development that I have not been able to bring myself to keep him alive thus far. Perhaps someday I can let them be happy (doubtful).

[teknikolor-walters]

This has a cut on it because it's REALLY self indulgent and I'm embarrassed<3 also it's kinda long. But whatever cowboy wives be upon ye

"Fuck-! God, Bug, what the hell?"

Bug didn't say anything. Everything was happening too fast. Cassie was covered in blood and so were their hands (the hands holding the calculator) and their face was bloody and it hurt. Everything smelled like blood.

"Jesus Christ, I think you broke my nose. What's wrong with you? I've housed you for three years now, and this is how you repay me? A broken nose? Fuck you."

"I'm- I'm sorry- I'm sorry, Cassie, I didn't mean to- My- my face hurts and you charged at me- I panicked-"

"I don't CARE about your sob story, Bug. I'm not letting you leave me like this. And for what? People that don't even love you? Don't be ridiculous."

"Cassie, please-"

"Please what? Let you abandon me here? Let you waltz off to your partners without a care in the world as I tend to a broken fucking nose?"

"I don't- I- I'll come back, Cassie, I'll come back for you. Okay?"

"Bullshit."

Bug knew Cassie was right. He also knew that he couldn't stay here and his face hurt in the same way that it did when Ty would punish him.

"I love you Cassie. I really do."

"I love you too, Bug, that's why you need to stay-"

The time travel hurt more than it usually did.

---

"Hey, Fox, C'mere." Jessie kissed her wife quickly on the cheek. "Ah'm sure it's gon' be ok. Ah'm sure wherever our Bug is, they're doin' alright. They're real resilient, y'know. It's gon' be okay. Ah love you."

The two of them had just gotten back from Walters Base, asking if they knew where Scarab had disappeared to. They didn't.

B0UNTY sighed. "Ah love you too, Capybara. 'M jus' a bit worried."

In truth, Jessie was also worried. Scarab had been gone for two days now. It had never known him to just disappear. And with how badly Cicada had been doing, and how poorly B0UNTY had been handling Scarab's disappearance- Jessie felt like it was watching H1VE crumble around it.

Yee couldn't let that happen. H1VE was one of the few things keeping haw from missing haw's own time period. It was her home. So Jessie tried her best to throw on a smile and make sure everything was okay.

"How 'bout we throw on a movie an' relax? Ah think snugglin' in mah Fox's arms t'night is jus' what ah need."

B0UNTY smiled and nodded. Jessie tried to ignore the way he held onto her as if he was scared he was going to lose her too.

They had just started the movie- a shitty western, something to zone out to -when there was the unmistakable feeling of time travel. Nothing changed in the room, but it could feel it. It sat up and looked over.

There Scarab, her wife, her Bug, stood, in the middle of the living room, shaking like a leaf and holding a calculator. They didn't have their cowboy hat on. There were two fresh cuts on their left cheek and the side of their neck. He was crying. Jessie nearly started crying too.

"Beetle?" Yee heard B0UNTY ask from behind haw.

Jessie ran forward, crushing Scarab in one of haw's infamous bear hugs. She felt Scarab tense up in her arms, then relax.

"Capy... Bara? Jessie?" He asked hesitantly, leaning into the hug. The southern accent was gone entirely. He sounded so much like Cicada without it, but Jessie knew instantly that she was it's Beetle.

"Bug! Oh, Lovebug, we missed ya so much, ah love ya, so much." Jessie continued to whisper sweet nothings into her hair as she cried harder.

B0UNTY ran over too, and the three of them stood there for awhile, holding on to one another.

"'m sorry," whimpered Scarab. "'m so- so fuckin' sorry."

"Fer what?" asked B0UNTY.

"Ya didn't do anythin' wrong." Jessie added. "Ah promise."

"No, no, no, no, you don't understand." Scarab was hyperventilating now, and the panic was clear in their voice. "Cas- Cassie's gonna tell Ty, it's all my fault, he said he'd tell Ty about H1VE if I left and I ran anyway, I'm sorry-"

B0UNTY cut haw off. "Hey, Beetle, look at me. It's okay. We ain't mad. Ty tries doin' anythin', an' ah'll kill'im, alright? We've got each other now. He cain't do anythin' to us. We're cowboys. Who the hell told'ja that, anyway? I'll kill 'im too."

It was obvious that he was trying to keep the anger out of his voice. Nonetheless, Scarab's breathing slowed. Jessie slipped it's cowboy hat off and put it on their head. They smiled.

"How 'bout we go an' get that cut 'f yers cleaned up, alrighty?" asked Jessie. "Then we can ask questions 'bout where've ya been."

After they were all cleaned up, relaxed, and fed, they laid together on their shared bed. Scarab nuzzled himself right in between Jessie and B0UNTY, laying his head right over her heart. Yee ran a hand through her hair.

Scarab made a noise.

"You doin' ok, Cuddlebug?"

"'m jus' glad'ja ain't floatin' in the pacific ocean. Ah missed y'all."

Jessie laughed and kissed her on the head. "We missed ya too. But yer here now. Get some sleep, mkay? Ah love you."

"Love you too."

[zannolin]

loving the stranger things posting as someone going through a sudden random stranger things phase lol. i have a question: what makes byler an interesting dynamic for you? i'm not a big shipper person personally but i like to hear people's thoughts!

it's so funny i got here because i was suffering from cares too much disease about the karate kid and i needed something to distract me and then um. it did more than distract.

sidenote: coming back to say this got??? so long. so i'm sorry lol. i'm a chronic rambler.

i'll be honest i never actually shipped byler seriously until literally 2 months ago today. i sort of went "haha what if...?" back in 2022 mostly because my friend was into it and i really love mike as a character. oh mike wheeler the character that you are...i've loved him since 2016 lol and i loved him and will as a dynamic since i saw s2. i was so sold on their friendship, and then s3 and s4 were brutal for me to watch as someone who has grown apart from a lot of friends because of similar circumstances (moving, mostly, but also some relationships, and the inherent tragedy of growing up, and the fact that having a shitty family and being 15 can do a lot of damage to your relationships if you're not careful, etc) so like basically i then got More into them because i am obsessed with friendship estrangement plots. and i like both their characters. ("like" is such an understatement even in 2022 i was unhinged about michael wheeler)

frankly they're interesting to me as a ship for all the same reasons as they're interesting to me as a friendship: devotion, knowing someone better than you know yourself, the fear of loss, the fear of change, how easy vs how hard it is to grow up with someone, estrangement, feeling like you're a bad person and self-sabotaging, etc. the funny thing is i didn't even think will was gay or that there WAS (one-sided, anyway) byler until the literal van scene in s4 because i have that little faith in netflix lol, not to mention i used to be a mileven shipper. and then s3 happened which killed my interest in that and then s4 beat the dead horse from here to california. i realized for one thing mike being queer is really interesting to me and opens a lot of room for fun angles on his canonical character with comphet and internalized homophobia, etc, and it works very well with established canon. to me.

i'm honestlyyyy kind of surprised i got into it at all because besides the fact that i'm not a big shipper anymore, i'm RARELY a childhood friends to lovers fan because 1) it's often boring to me, i'm like but why do we need something Other than friendship?? (aro alert) and 2) i personally do not enjoy romance where it's like. you end up with the person you dated in high school? like it's jsut a me thing but i go aaaaaa when it's idk 12 year olds being like "i'm in love" no you're not you're twelve. i literally have DMs of me to my sister watching s4 where i was like michael why are you saying you loved eleven the day you met her, you were twelve and spent the entire season fucking obsessed with finding your best friend and kept dropping her the second she wasn't useful for that, like i love you but you were— what. (regardless of whether or not that bullshit turns out to be, you know, Actually canonically bullshit. that was my reaction lol). um i'm rambling sorry. anyway. they just happened to hit really good beats for me where it could go either way for me (platonic or romantic) and i wouldn't mind and i'm happy with both. but apparently my brain is like What If Romance when it comes to fic for them and i'm being a bit self-indulgent. i want will byers to have nice things and i want mike to not be stuck in the world's worst written relationship ever (to me).

actually the tl;dr is basically everything i like about mike as a character has to do with his plots concerning will, and everything i don't like about what they've been doing with him lately has to do with his relationship with el, so via potentially unintentional gay symbolism, the power of friendship estrangement plots + my love of friendship breakup/makeup scenarios, and my fascination with writing queer loneliness and mutual pining, AND that "good luck, babe" edit, i ended up here.

also finn wolfhard keeps making the most ridiculously intensely tender expressions during byler scenes and i'm a simple creature i see a man with big wet brown eyes and i go oh well mayyybe....

[electricaquarius]

Back on my bullshit with another 4am fanfiction, this time mostly focusing on my Tav, Joanna. This one takes place after the first Gale romance scene, when discussing if Gale has had any mortal lovers. There's angst and talk of a shitty relationship but nothing super bad. This one is so fucking self indulgent, I wrote it for me and absolutely no one else lmaooo

'Well, in the spirit of fairness then, would you like to know about my past beaus?' Joanna sipped her drink and settled more against Gale's side. Where his hand rested on her waist, he began using his thumb to stroke her.

'I must confess I am curious, but only if you're comfortable. Sharing an unpleasant memory is one thing, but I'd rather not have you reopen any wounds.'

Joanna smiled. 'You're very sweet, but I wouldn't have offered if I was going to go to pieces once I brought it up. First was a school mate, a teenage romance. They were content to live and die where we grew up, but I had no such love for the place. We naturally drifted once we left school. Last I heard, they were a cobbler's apprentice and looking to start a family. Truly, I hope they're doing well, and have the life that they want. We were just incompatible.'

'With a mind like yours, it's only natural you'd want for more.' Gale could hardly imagine his love married with children to someone so utterly lacking ambition. After all, it was something he had in spades.

'I suppose it's a great fault of mine. I always want it all.' Joanna shook her head, wiping away the thought that she'd never truly be happy. It was something the headmistress of the orphanage she'd grown up in had told her, and something she'd never quite been able to shake. Sensing her lost in thought, Gale pressed a kiss to her forehead.

'And why wouldn't you? In my opinion, you deserve it. Whatever it is you desire.' He had leaned in closer to whisper the last part in her ear, his touch rapidly becoming less chaste. Joanna giggled, a blush rising in her cheeks, and placed a hand on his chest.

'Come now, let me finish my tale of woe. Then we can focus on something more… entertaining.' Gale grumbled slightly and shifted from where he was sitting next to the fire, allowing them both to get more comfortable. 'Next came Jasper.' She sighed, and took a moment to gather her thoughts. 'He was a sweet one. We met at the Blushing Mermaid, do you know it?' Gale shook his head, not wanting to interrupt. 'It's a somewhat rundown pub in Baldur's Gate, near to the docks. Mostly sailors, sometimes dock workers, occasionally disreputable types. I was still young when I ventured in for the first time, looking for cheap drinks and a place to read quietly that wasn't my room. My… fascination with sailors and tales of pirates had a larger role than I'd like to admit in finding myself there.'

'What I also found was Jasper. Oh, he was the poster child for boyish good looks, believe me. Fluffy auburn hair, mischevious eyes, freckles, an easy smile… When he asked to keep me company I was quite shocked. I did draw some attention in there, it wasn't often they had young scholars learning Elvish tucked away in a corner, but most were content to leave me alone once they'd established I wasn't a spy. Anyway, I'm getting distracted.'

'You don't need to continue if you don't want to.' Gale's warm brown eyes met hers and she held their gaze for a moment. He scanned her face for any sign of discomfort but could sense none. She squeezed his hand.

'It's fine my love, it's all ancient history. From there it went as you'd expect, really. He told me I was beautiful, intelligent, like no one he'd ever met before. I found myself making excuses to spend more and more time at the Mermaid, just to see him. Then, he told me he loved me. Stupid me, I believed him.' She scoffed. 'Fed on tales of adventures on the high seas, I believed him. And for a time, I loved him, too. When I said he was sweet, I wasn't lying. He did everything to ensure that I was his. Words of adoration, a thousand soft kisses, little trinkets, he even wrote me a poem once. It wasn't particularly good, but I found it endearing.' Joanna scoffed.

The rage had been building in Gale's chest ever since she'd mentioned that magical l word. What was coming over him? He'd never known a sensation like this, something like jealousy mixed with regret and an intense desire to protect. He knew how her story was going to end, and with it brought a sense of intense ambivalence. On the one hand, he was filled with nothing but disgust for the scum that had mistreated her this way. On the other, he was glad for it to have ended at all, as the pain of his feelings being unrequited was too much for him to consider. His mind snapped back to the present as Joanna continued.

'Then came the seperation. His crew was shipping out and he couldn't possibly stay. I knew it was coming, but it still hurt. Though, that wasn't the end. He promised me he'd return, that he'd wait for me, send me letters every time he hit dry land. And he did, in the beginning. After the third letter his replies got shorter and shorter, then stopped altogether. I waited weeks to hear from him again, not knowing if he'd been swallowed by a kraken.' Joanna's voice was low and tense, full of pain.

Gale moved his hand to the small of her back and began to stroke small circles there. At this point he knew better than to stop her. This had moved from indulging his curiosity to venting something that had festered for a long time and needed to be let out.

'Then, I finally found out what he was up to. On my weekly visit to the Mermaid, I happened to run into one of his crewmates. They'd been back for several days already. I knew something was wrong, so I asked where he would be. They directed me to a local boarding house, and that's where I found him. Another young thing on his arm, far prettier than me but obviously just as dense. Gods know how many times he'd done it before me, or if he's learned his lesson by now. I doubt it.' She sniffled, hastily using the heel of her palm to wipe away a tear. 'Do you know, he didn't even try to explain. Didn't try to stop me. He… he made me feel quite not myself, for a long time.'

There was a long silence as Gale waited to ensure she was finished. He reached up to pet her hair and squeezed her tightly. His voice broke through the quiet after a moment. 'You didn't deserve it, you know? You were taken advantage of, and that's categorically not your fault. Quite frankly I am furious that someone as lowly as that felt like they had the right to mistreat you so. Please, feel free to point him out if we run into him once we reach Baldur's Gate. He's tangled with a wizard now, and is in need of a lesson he won't soon forget.'

A few sniffles and that soft, shaky laugh that broke through the tears bubbled up from Joanna's throat as she continued to cling to him. 'I can't say the prospect of him polymorphed into a sheep isn't entertaining, but he isn't worth the effort. Or the time spent thinking about him, any more.' She cleared her throat. 'Still, now you know the full history, what little there is of it. But that's all it is now. History. And best put behind us.'

'I couldn't agree more.' Gale pressed a kiss to her neck. 'Now, I believe there was the promise of something more 'entertaining' earlier….'

[amysnotdeadyet]

2023 in review

Just the fannish creations, thanks. I don't want to think too hard about how fucking weird and stressful the year was outside of that. XD

I found some old 00Q art hiding on my hard drive and posted it in Feb.

I wrote a short Inception ficlet for @ladyprydian in April to try to jumpstart my muses. It didn't work.

I binge-wrote a whole-ass Sandman fic with (gasp!) fade-to-black porn in it in May.

July brought the Stony games! I was much less prolific than last year, but I managed a few things, starting with 3 little drabbles about perception.

I did a giftfic for the games! It starts in media res and I, being a troll, titled it In Pornia Res because yeah, this one's just pure porn against a background of worldbuilding.

I posted a longstanding WIP that was 100% self-indulgent trash, with Tony and Steve getting Bucky as their new sugar baby and treating him them right. Absolutely just the fluffiest of trash, but 66K of it!

I posted another longstanding WIP that's really pre-slash (I KNOW so weird) but involves catboy Tony, catboy Bucky, and a puppy Steve who's gonna get both (after the fic anyway).

My last little Stony Games fill was 8-bit pixel porn, because of course it was.

Later in August I did the "write what you want to see" thing and banged out (heh) a very kinky Stranger Things fic with Steve/Eddie and a leather bar. Somehow, it's still extremely fluffy.

I drew! Fanart! With pens and shit! Also Steve/Eddie.

And then I made pixel art of them, because why not.

Another Steddie fic, this time a modern AU with 'lost touch' feelings and also banging the rockstar in his hotel room.

And finally, my MTH2021 fic is posting a year late, and will continue on into the new year. It's all done and edited, I just like the daily posting method for getting drip-fed dopamine and also sitting there posting 29 chapters at once is no bueno.

You can find all of this stuff here, so I'm not link-stuffing the post: https://archiveofourown.org/users/swtalmnd/works

What's Coming in 2024 (besides my blorbos)

I have a few more Stuckony WIPs waiting in the wings, including my MTH 2022 fic, which I hope to finish in time to actually participate in 2024.

I have at least 1 novel coming out and maybe 2? I didn't publish ANY original fiction last year (gah), but I finished 1 draft (the sequel to Hive) and am plodding along on 2 more (Julian 4 and something new). I am so slow these days, tho, gah. I have no idea how some people put out multiple books a year, year after year.

I've got a few more Eeveeon arts to share, which I always forget to do on Tumbls.

I might actually open commissions next year (for art, I don't enjoy fic commissions).

I'm gonna a Stuckony Valentine thing, so you'll get at least one short fic from me in Feb.

I'm hoping something new will sweep me into its fandomy arms, because while I do love my current blorbos (MCU & Stranger Things), neither one is really doing the full fixation dance in my brain and that's sad. OTOH I'd like to finish my MCU WIPs before that spark fully dies ahahaha haha ha.

As far as art goes, I'm keeping up my Patreon sketch cards and not a ton else, but my new-new meds are helping me Get Shit Done, so I'm really hoping that I can get back into larger-than-a-playing-card artwork, both fannish and non.

I'm still gonna do more of my 8-bit bullshit, though.

[cosmic--marmalade]

Oh oh the most self indulgent Horny Dustin bullshit, my love of historical bullshit makes me sound insane I am so sorry under the cut

Like a mini continuation from the tags off that last post:

Maybe he IS a mountain man stranger at the ball, maybe he IS looking for a little wife, the company would be nice. Help would be better. I am not shy to the idea of either.

Maybe through shenanigans we get married, he takes me up to his cabin. It's a well kept thing, warm and clean, and I don't mind how really truly alone we are out here. He's been giving me kisses all the way home, sweet, near chaste stoops of the head to reach me.

Though alone, outside we pretend to have some propriety, but when he lifts me through the doorway it dissolves. Simply carries me to the bedroom, no discussion needed, we're both too giddy with the thought of it. Exchanging kisses that last longer, start to lack a certain containedness that desperation from not touching another person has, than any of our others. The bed is soft, well made, new maybe? Or recently redone. I shed my outer layers quickly, matched only in speed by Dustin also stripping. He gets about as far as throwing his suspenders off before I'm pulling him back on me. See, the best part of dresses from the 19th century back? No pants, no underwear, just skirts. He wouldn't need to bother with whatever my stays/corset situation would be yet- easy access🥰

Kissing him, in his little cabin (with warm quilts under my back), and his hands on me like he wants to be careful (like he chose me so he needs to take care of me to keep me), is so easy. Running hot the way the top of a woodstove does, warm, woodsy, tactile in a way that makes my mouth go sweeter (my thighs spread wider.) His hands run along my legs as iron brands, rough and warm. It's intoxicating the way he's touching me, so much so that I almost don't notice him pressing his cock into me💖 I feel him bottom out though- I'm eye flutteringly full, and breathing slowly to adjust. He leans down to kiss me, mouthing along my neck to my lips.

I'm easy, I'm so so easy, meaning when he actually starts to fuck me I feel as if I might fall apart. I cling close, unable to control all the little noises that come out of me, his cock pushing a space into me that feels like only he might ever fit. We exchange quiet pleas and praise as we fuck, breathless and heady, till I beg him to take me out of my stays/corset. Fucked fingers fumble the laces and the closures but removal doesn't take long, not when I have his help. I'm down to my last two petticoats and chemise, they go quick while I finally get him to take off his last layers too.

Skin on skin for all the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, we take a night time dinner after he's [redacted] me for like the [redacted] time. Cozy, naked, and sated in bed while we eat stew, he even sets a pot of water on the fire so we can take a hot bath later.

I get to wear one of his big flannels since we didn't unpack yet, he puts on my discarded bonnet ("It's only fair, besides don't I look so pretty?" He bats his eyelashes and pulls a stupid face to make me laugh, it works and all I can think is 'Yes you are pretty, haven't you figured that part out yet?'). I have no illusions of an easy life, I have no expectations beyond surviving in care, but I look at him laughing... It's easier to kiss him than to think. It's easier when I have hope that our future together will be lighter than our pasts.

Hnnnnnnnggggg anyways moral of the story is

[docterzerocare]

hello Doc. 'tis i; Back On Some Of My Qsmp Bullshit (sorta)

so because this always happens with me at some point while i'm into something, you now get to hear about my Self-Indulgent au (aka lore stopped making sense to me around late October-Early November, which is also the time i got really into Fnaf again, and then Shit Started Going South, so at this point i'm just doing what i want).

so some important stuff for just about any of this to make sense:

a theory/headcanon of mine (before it immediately got disproven through the Day of the Dead event) was that the Dead Eggs weren't Actually dead; they had been revived by The Federation and were being experimented on (i had multiple reasons to believe this, trust me). so basically, long story short, that's canon to this au. CodeFlippa doesn't exist, it's actually Flippa. she escaped along with the others + A1 (Alin, who was on one life at this point, although she did threaten the Federation at gunpoint to add a life back to them).

along with this, all of the eggs have hatched. we've got baby dragons now, boys.

Memory Egg (Hope is the name i think everyone decided on? if i'm remembering right) is alive, but also down a life. Fred found her and took her to Cellbit. they don't know why, it just...felt right, y'know?

speaking of, Federation Worker worldbuilding headcanons. because i can.

the Cucuruchos are basically minor eldritch horrors, and the cute, Teddy Bear-like appearance is a disguise/skin of sorts. no i will not elaborate on this, i honestly think it's speaks for itself.

^ along with this. y'know the Schrödinger's Cat situation that is the q!Bad Curcurucho Horror Stream? about whether what happened was real or not? well! the answer in this au is a gray area: it did happen...but it didn't. basically the Eldritch Bears went "wanna make the local demon hallucinate us doing some psychological torture?" and then Did It. they did it a few more times, once also with Cellbit and Quackity there, too (which sure was A Time for everyone involved). so the short answer is that they Were, in a way, tormenting q!Bad...but they also Weren't. if that makes any sense.

more Q!Quackity and ElQ as twins stuff. and y'know. backstory headcanons for people.

(slamming fists on the table) Let! Fred! And! Tubbo! Be! Happy!! Dangit!!

Fred kinda causes problems and then runs from the Feds. whole arc about finally being able to be their own person, finally. it's mostly through him that we learn a lot of Worker Worldbuilding.

look. certain lore things (cough Purgatory) are. Different now. haven't thought about them too hard so that's all i'll say for now. just know: stuff like Purgatory is different.

I'm Making q!Dandy And His Kids Canon To This Because I Can

all in all: i'm just doing my own things, adding some Cucurucho Horror™ (because you can kinda tell it was my favorite kind of Qsmp Horror), giving the Workers some worldbuilding, and Letting The Eggs Live. Because I Can. oh yeah, and inserting myself into there.

anyway, that is all. just needed to ramble about this because i thought about it and reminded myself that I Can Just. Make A Self-Indulgent Au. Because I Can!! having a good time over here :]

Heck ya dude!! Cucurucho horror <3

Feel free to ramble at me anytime! I also sort of have a self indulgent self insert (ish) qsmp au, we love to see it frfr

Also youre doing gods work having the eggs live and hatch <3