#anyway. point of all of this rambling being. gonna try to be better about it and engage with things more

[higgsarchive]

DS2 SPOILERS

i think what I want from DS2 is, at this point, just really self indulgent. Considering the way the actual game is though? I feel a bit justified in my own self indulgence LMFAO, and that's not even really an insult towards the absolutely ridiculous nature of DS2

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Really though, i think that if the desire is to have a sort of,, weird copy/parallel/what have you in regards to higgs and the stranding being the Main Problem, they should just like. Embrace that a lot harder, especially because it gives an opportunity to dive more into preexisting characters and give more of an excuse to expand on established lore, which is always interesting IMO

Really though, if higgs is who you want as your main Big Bad, instead of neil's memories just,, have the memories be from higgs, i feel like that could be SUPER fun especially if some of the memories are in regards to Fragile [i think about his journal entry about her showing him the beach all the time pleaseeeeee that could be SO fun to see explored more]

a deep dive into his relationship to others and his past gives people who MISSED it a chance to get more context on why this freak of nature is so important and why he does what he does, while ALSO giving the people who cared enough to hunt it down themselves the satisfaction of seeing it brought center stage and potentially given even more details

PLUS this gives people curious about the history of the game a chance to see some stuff pre-DS1, and gives Fragile fans a chance to get some peeks at her running her company before the whole Bombing Thing

Higgs straight up says that he's upset over being left all alone on the beach, plus he KNOWS that an attempted stranding brought Sam to him before, and hes likely, in some weird ways of his own, trying to grab onto Sam and get his attention, so ofc his memories are gonna slip through in the midst of that emotion storm. I don't even think he'd necessarily be trying to deliver a message like cliff or neil, he just feels so much and so intensely, and he's so obsessed with Sam that it just bleeds through

He needs Sam to come to him, he wants to not be abandoned and just forgotten on the beach, and so he plays that same role he's familiar with and starts the same story he knows worked the first time. Ending the world brings the hero to the villain, should work a second time

I won't lie! I don't have a complete coherent timeline in my head or how to logistically make this work, none of that, I just know that I don't like the plot and want something that could explore the concepts and characters of the world a bit better. Also I don't like Lou being Tomorrow so Lou either doesn't die and it's a whole game of keep-away while also trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with higgs and the stranding or higgs just steals the baby and wants to use it like a bomb like fucking Karl Heisenberg in RE8, no baby death and Sam gets to actually raise his baby and watch her grow up post game

Also If you're someone who REALLY wants higgs to die at the end then like,.,. It all still sort of works out anyway because you can always spin it as an "After he attempted and APAC called him back it won't let him move on, he needs Sam to come fuck some shit up so he can actually fucking die bc he's just. So so tired of all this"

Like APAC could be really scary if allowed I think and the idea of this fucking supercomputer that thinks it knows what's best and wants to control EVERYTHING, going so far as to try controlling the properly dead like higgs, is just such a funky idea to work with. And when you take that into account with the focus on higgs like,, yeah it could be really interesting to play around with the idea that higgs wants it to all be done with and just,, can't move on, so he starts this whole big fucking show just to drag Sam to the beach and get him to indirectly help him pass

I personally want him to. Not die so that's whats real and true in my heart and soul but if you want him to die then it still works. I think Sam helps him leave the beach tho and he has to be rehabilitated like a horrible street dog but he's still really fucked up bc that man's brain is like. Absolutely fucking fried after how long he spent on the beach LMAO

This is soooo disjointed and messy but I hope it makes at least a little bit of sense WAHA

[grassbreads]

my friend recommended me a manga, and I was getting a little annoyed because the only scanlation I could find was kinda low quality and hard to read (and really hard to appreciate the good art), but I looked it up and it was only 11 usd to buy physical copies of the official tl of the first two volumes✌️

[nuelles]

You’re the fast-talking, story-rambling, chaos-brained ray of sunshine. He's the quiet, soft-smiling, “just happy to be here” listener—who’s maybe not as chill as he looks when it comes to you.

You didn’t stop talking.

Not out of nerves. Not because you were trying to fill the silence. No, you just had a lot to say, and unfortunately— or fortunately, if you asked him—for Spencer Agnew, you’d decided he was going to hear every single bit of it.

“And I’m not saying Courtney went feral during the improv challenge, but when she climbed onto the table, screamed ‘I’M YOUR NEW GOD NOW,’ and tried to baptize Damien with a Capri Sun? That’s not ‘yes and’—that’s ‘arrest her.’”

Spencer snorted softly, curled up beside you on the Smosh green room couch.

He didn’t say anything. Just leaned his cheek on his knuckles and watched you with that tiny half-smile that meant he was enjoying this, even if his mouth didn’t move much. But his eyes—his eyes were soft, full of the kind of quiet love that didn’t need words. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be than next to you, listening.

“And THEN,” you continued, shifting to face him better, “Emily tried to de-escalate with the puppy voice, which just made it worse, and honestly? At that point, we all deserved chaos.”

“You always choose violence,” Spencer murmured.

“I choose accuracy.” You sipped your drink. “Anyway. I haven’t even told you what happened after filming. Do you wanna guess how many times Shayne dropped his mic?”

Spencer tilted his head. “Three?”

“Five. Five. One of them bounced into a plant. It’s in the blooper reel.”

He grinned. Still quiet. Still watching.

And you knew this rhythm by now.

You yapped. You rambled. You ping-ponged from story to insult to theory, sometimes circling back like a walking Google rabbit hole, like if Wikipedia got caffeine and a personality. And Spencer? Spencer sat with you in it. Always listening and always nodding at just the right moment. Always smirking when you hit a particularly unhinged punchline, like he’d been waiting for it the whole time. He never interrupted. Never rushed you. Just watched you like you were his favorite show, soaking in every wild tangent like it made perfect sense. Like your voice was the best background noise the world had to offer—and maybe the main event, too.

You paused for a beat. “I talk too much.”

Spencer blinked. “No, you don’t.”

You gave him a look.

“Okay, you talk a lot,” he amended, eyes warm. “But it’s never too much.”

Your stomach flipped.

You tried to hide it with sass. “You know, most people would say ‘shut up’ by now.”

“I’m not most people,” he said simply.

And that… made something in your chest tug.

You softened. “You ever get tired of listening to me?”

He shook his head. “Never.”

“Even when I rant about my neighbor’s emotional support chinchilla at 2 a.m.?”

“That was riveting.”

“Even when I psychoanalyze everyone’s childhood via their Starbucks orders?”

He smiled. “I still think about Shayne’s being a cry for help.”

You laughed, warm and caught off guard.

Spencer reached out—quietly, slowly—and brushed his fingers against yours on the couch. You blinked at him.

“I like your voice,” he said.

You stilled.

“It’s not just the stories or the jokes,” he went on, gaze focused, steady. “It’s you. You could read the back of a cereal box, and I’d still sit here like it was a movie.”

Your face heated. “...You’re literally in a room with trained comedians.”

“I’m aware.” He leaned in a little. “Still only listening to you.”

You bit your lip, heart stuttering.

“You gonna kiss me or just compliment me to death?”

His voice dropped, low and teasing. “You gonna let me?”

You didn’t answer. Just leaned in and kissed him like you’d been waiting through three seasons and two spin-offs.

His hand caught the side of your face halfway through, steady and careful, like he couldn’t believe this was real—but wasn’t about to let it go. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t clumsy. It was exactly right—warm and a little dizzying, like laughing too hard in the sun.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, eyes still half-lidded, Spencer just smiled.

That soft, crooked little smile like you’d just handed him the moon.

“You good?” you asked, voice low.

“Mm-hm,” he nodded, still looking at your mouth. “Gimme a sec. My brain's doing the Windows loading wheel thing.”

You laughed, giddy and flushed.

He tucked a hand behind your knee, squeezing gently. “Okay. Yeah. I'm fine. Great, actually. You kissed me. That's… illegal levels of cool.”

You grinned. “I’ll confess later.”

Spencer leaned in again, forehead pressed to yours. “No rush. I’m a patient man....You’re gonna have so much to say about this, huh?”

You grinned. “Oh, absolutely. Buckle up.”

He nodded.

“Cool,” he said softly. “I’m listening.”

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[dimonds456]

"Perhaps he may yet prove his worth to me" headcanon

I have So many Ford thoughts about this era of his life, here is only a sliver of my insanity FGHJSD

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Listening to Hana's Ford video at work again today (the 5 hour one) and something they were talking about in it I kinda wanna elaborate on. The line "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me," to me, is a line that I think Ford both does mean and doesn't mean at the same time, and the reason why is. sad.

To me, this is Ford realizing he's got no way out, right? Like, contacting Stan is part of his last resort plan, the one he had to switch to once he was given the 72 hours before his life- and the world's- came to an end

Like, let's be real: the plan "I'm gonna go back up to the caves to where I first discovered Bill and hope and pray there's an answer there" REALLY ISNT a plan

Hope and pray isn't a survival strategy, but that's where Ford is at rn

Every other plan failed.

Project Mentem takes too long to encrypt, and more than likely wouldn't stop possession anyway. It would just prevent Bill from seeing Ford's thoughts and memories. Might provide some protection, but not enough.

The Bill Proof suit he isn't mechanically knowledgable enough to actually make effectively, and he doesn't know McGucket is still in town

He can't go down to the basement else risk the possibility of Bill possessing him, and if he tries to dismantle the portal, as we see in TBOB, there's a good chance Bill will just fucking torture him over it

He doesn't know about the Cipher Wheel at this point, or if he does, doesn't believe it'll help. And even if he did, he doesn't know enough people or enough about people to know who he needs

He doesn't know about using a metal plate/tinfoil hat

He couldn't get access to unicorn hair, so the barrier is out(edited)

The caves were his last resort

At this point, he knows there's a good chance he's going to die. All he can do is make sure the world stays alive after the fact. But that doesn't mean he wants to. He is fighting Bill tooth and nail, holding out for as long as he can, despite the knowledge that in 72 hours, he is going to die.

Or, if not die, he's going to be blind and subjected to Bill's every whim

To me, the "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me" line is him clinging to the one last thing he DOES have control over: his emotions. And he's choosing to be angry because anger is a better emotion to feel than fear or anxiety

Cuz at this point, his entire world has been flipped upside-down, right

Bill was evil

Fidds was right

He's second-guessing his decisions about Stanley

He writes, in code, "have I been too harsh [to Stan] all along?"

Like, over the course of a couple days/a month, his entire view of the world and how it works has spun WILDLY out of control

He can't change the fact that Bill is evil, he can't change the fact that Fidds was right, so in a desperate act to cling to the one thing he has control over, he continues to take it out on Stan, cuz that's all he has

It's PEAK learned helpllessness

He has to have been right about something.

Cuz otherwise, he's the worst. And no one wants to feel like that, especially while being tortured at the hands of a demon and trying to protect the goddamn world

So he both means it, since I do think that came from a genuine place (his anger at Stan over the project), but also doesn't mean it at all (he knows Stan has worth but is too Regina George to admit that right now)

It's also why he was SO QUICK to bring that up during his and Stanley's fight

Again, he's clinging onto that anger as hard as he can

He had to cooporate with Stan to try and get him to take the Journal, but as soon as it looked like that plan was gonna fail, he started flipping out, both from stress, fear, anxiety, and from his anger he is refusing to let go

Again, Ford isn't dumb. He knows he's running on borrowed time at this point.

And something about knowing your life is either gonna end soon, or you're gonna become disabled and toyed with for the rest of your life, would mean he's not thinking rationally

ON TOP OF the lack of sleep and clarity

Does this make sense FGHJSKD

I'm pushing my learned helplessness headcanon on y'all SO HARD I'm not even gonna lie GFDHSJK

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[daffodils-and-viscera]

i've seen a lot of posts comparing mastermind to truth seekers but hear me out: ozzie's

SO this may be long buckle in. these episodes kinda have the same plot?

blitzø has found himself in a bit of a sitch, as it were...

our beloved dramatic gay owl is at home watching gabriela pine over alejandro, when suddenly... blitzy is in trouble! omg let's get cunty and go save the day!!

however, despite showing up and saving lives (he may have literally saved blitzø's life in mastermind but that outfit from ozzie's changed all our lives forever soo...) blitzø isn't necessarily ((outwardly)) happy to see stolas (((we all know he does not mind stolas' ass in his face but stay with me here)))

stolas' privilege allows him to be immediately heard and not punished by the people who would never listen to blitzø's side of things, and stolas gets to be his dramatic lil bitch self and we love to see it

in ozzie's, blitzø has his past come back to haunt him in so many ways, he is put in the spotlight and he is decidedly not comfortable there, being called out for all the shit he's done to fizz and verosika and even m&m - HOWEVER! as we all now know, all of those people actually care about blitzø and he was just being his lil destructive self. he is given the chance to defend himself but it's overwhelming and he kinda freezes up

in mastermind, blitzø is being outright blamed for things he didn't do but like.. he actually didn't do any of that ! and yet he can't defend himself because nobody would listen to him even if he wasn't gagged.

the difference between these 2 episodes is in stolas' behaviour when HE is put in the spotlight- at ozzie's he is freshly separated from stella and probably hasn’t done anything social for a long ass time and he’s not used to being in public. and here’s this thing that he thinks is gonna be fun and will help blitzø but he is not able to express himself so he hides and the result of that is blitzø pushing him away, literally doesn’t want to touch him

in MASTERMIND our birdy babe is singing his lil heart out with no regard for what anyone else thinks of him or what might happen to him, which is so beautiful (but also stolas pls try not to inhale the water).... when he doesn't hide his feelings from blitzø we see how perfect it could be when their inner worlds merge and they are finally on the same page, and blitzø does the furthest thing possible from pushing stolas away !!!

(he did however still neglect to consider octavia's feelings when he decided to drop everything for blitzø... with devastating implications in mastermind) sorry to bring the mood down but this needs to be pointed out

in ozzie's, stolas tries to invite blitzø to his place (and we all remember how well that went)........ blitzø goes home alone and loona is not there, he is all alone and sad curled up on the couch on his phone looking at all the people he believes he's let down and it's heartbreaking

when stolas goes to blitzø's place in mastermind, stolas gets all the love and support blitzø has to offer and loona is there too and blitzø curls up on the couch on his phone looking at all these people who love and support him!!! and then he makes the couch all comfy for stolas and he’s not alone?? like they’re both so not alone that it hurts my heart to think about. these 2 have so much love for each other and yeah there's gonna be tough times ahead but they are not alone! !!!!

basically both eps end the same? but also everything is better now? because blitz was loved before he just couldn’t see it through all his nonsense

and stolas is still in a messed up situation and he's still kinda problematic and he couldn’t see it before through all his nonsense but now he’s more self aware?

the real difference is they have each other now! they are so not alone it makes them look stupid!!

anyway this is the longest post i've ever made sorry if it's rambly i have adhd and a lot of feelings about these two

[pinkaditty]

UGH I love love love ur Hc’s it like you literally came straight out of the game ^^ although jiro doesn’t get much time to sit down or relax in general sometimes tells me he’d like cockwarming

well yes obviously!!! this way he wouldn't have 2 move around much... ALSO TYYYYY this is the best compliment i could get in reference 2 hcs i think... like it's so good it's like i came out the game fr?!?!? amen!!!!! (hc's are here! unfinished, but being worked on)

a/n: well. im back. i know what i said but... i needed 2 write. the worms are inescapable... im working on a romance fic (sho haizono x reader) in the bg bc I need 2 post something fluffy... just this once... ANYWAYS this is short 4 my own sanity I fear. sorry! ill write more jiro next time I promise. he was gonna be my next smut victim anyway (after haru!). also please let me know if i wrote jiro ooc... i have an odd feeling i may have gotten something wrong here.

summary: jiro's resting. you can't stay put.

cw: cockwarming! and discussion about penis length, i guess? it was funny 2 put that in there. sorry. i love human anatomy i fear it's the coolest thing ever 2 me. ALSO MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

You squirm for the hundredth time, squeezing your walls tight around Jiro's hardened length. He snaps his eyes open and looks down at you sitting in his lap. You can't tell if he's disappointed, tired, or neutral. The only signs he's enjoying himself are his clouded gaze, wavering expression, and cherry red blush across his cheeks. You didn't understand how he was "relaxing" like this, but somehow he made it work. He sighs, a small smile tugging his lips upwards. He reaches for your back and pulls you into his chest, and you shiver from feeling him twitch inside you. "You really should relax." His low voice is as expressionless as ever and masterfully hides the arousal he feels, the evidence of which is plastered all over his face.

"You're... A bit too long for that, Jiro." You try to say it jokingly, but your words are overshadowed by your groan as you try to settle yourself, only to end up spearing yourself further on his impressive length. He's silent for a moment before he strokes your back gently, as though apologizing. You ramble on. "I mean, I knew it was rumored that taller guys had longer dicks, but I didn't know that it was actually true—"

"It's not." Jiro pauses his hand movements, looking down at you again. "It's an unreliable method to use one's height alone to determine length, and the correlation that has been found is too weak to assume accuracy." His smile had faded at some point, returning to his usual stoic expression. His blush has not faded, however, and his pupils were blown wide.

"Okay..." You hold out your words, looking up at him curiously. You pull away from his chest, suppressing a moan as he twitches inside of you again. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, and his hands settle on your hips. His lips part as he pants, his breathing quickening. Once the dizzy pleasure in your head fades a bit, you shake your head and look up at him. "So, I'm curious. Is there a way to predict penis length?"

Jiro looks off to the side, in thought, somehow still holding it together better than you were. His cheeks were still flushed, his lips still parted with heavy breaths, but not much past that. He wasn't even sweating, remaining calm despite buried to the hilt inside your cunt. You had to admit, it was impressive. "Yes; if I remember correctly, there's a stronger, more reliable correlation between the respective difference in lengths between your pointer and ring fingers and estimated penis length." He looks back to you, bored voice matching his expression if not for that expressive blush. "It's stronger than both height and shoe size correlation, so it's more likely for someone with a larger difference in the lengths of those fingers to have a larger size."

You hardly even think about it, lifting one of his hands from your hips as he was talking. You analyze the length of his ring finger in comparison to his pointer finger, only to find not much of a difference. You almost feel disappointed for a few moments, before Jiro's laughter shakes you out of your thoughts. He squeezes your hip tighter with his free hand, still laughing. He shakes just slightly as he laughs, causing minor friction of his length against your walls. You let go of his hand and press your palms into his shoulders, suppressing your moans. "Jiro!" You press your palms into his shoulders harder. His laughter slows to a soft chuckle, and he returns his other hand to your hip, steadying you, pressing his hips upwards into you. He huffs out a breath, a slight groan escaping his throat as he does. His eyes darken for a split second as he gazes at where your bodies connect before he lifts his gaze to you again, soft smile on his face.

"You should've seen how disappointed you'd looked." He said, breathy chuckles escaping him as he lifted one of his hands, displaying the minimal difference in length between his pointer and ring finger. "I said it was likely, not that a large difference in length would always be indicative of longer lengths. And, I have long fingers." He returned his hand to your hip again, sounding as bored as ever, but with a small smile stuck on his face.

"There ought to be an easier way to figure this out." You muse, leaning towards him slightly, careful not to cause too much friction.

"There isn't," he states flatly, looking at you with an amused expression. "The best way to predict length would be via a combination of ethnicity, height, shoe size, and the difference between lengths of the pointer and ring fingers. Studies have been tried prior simply by asking, but those values tend to be exaggerated." You notice his voice begins to waver slightly, his lips remaining parted even when he's finished talking. He swallows thickly, leaning back against the chair, gripping your hips a little tighter.

You don't bother suppressing the surge of pride that runs through you as he visibly melts under you, clearly letting the sensation of your walls clinging to his cock get to his mind. "Someone's melting," you say teasingly, pressing a finger to the center of his forehead. He blinks at you a few times, as though attempting to clear the pleasurable haze.

"You squeeze when you're focused or engaged in conversation." He speaks quickly, his breathing getting heavier. He blinks multiple times, staring down at you. "Your squeezing makes it hard to relax."

"Aw, sorry big guy." You huff out a short laugh, leaning towards him, watching his eyes as they cloud further with lust.

He sighs, as though resigning. "Have we talked enough for you to relax?" He sounded like an actual doctor, his voice flat and formal despite his seemingly hazy expression.

You nod, deciding to let him rest, as he'd wanted. He wordlessly moves one of his hands to your back, pushing you towards him. You lay against his chest again, exhaling and melting into his body as he melted into you. You look up, watching as his eyes slide shut again. He rubs gentle circles on your thigh with his thumb, keeping his palm on your hip.

You're comfortable... at least, until his cock twitches again.

a/n: jiro, at last. i am. kind of worried i wrote him a bit ooc and maybe went in too hard with my bio stuff. idk. i hope it's good regardless.

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@rottenzombrainz i believe this is ur man unless im mistaken

[erwinsvow]

Ok but what about shy girl reader being really frightened by something to the point of tears and calling rafe but struggling to explain why shes upset only that she needs him while he’s going batshit on the other line worried about her

this was lovely ! rafe certainly has his own methods of calming down shy reader when she's scared ... hehe <3

of course it happens on a night where rafe's out of town, one of the first that he's not around since the two of you have started dating. you had become awfully accustomed to having rafe sleeping right next to you, ever since your third or fourth date, that had been the norm. if not, he was always down the street or a phone call away.

and really, you tried to keep it together. it was just one of those nights—kickstarted by the time you'd spent with your friends morning. you were only trying to keep yourself occupied while rafe was away, thinking they'd help pass the hours, but you'd all headed to the movies, and of course, it was a horror showing.

even in the broad daylight, you felt scared throughout the day the demon from the movie was going to get you. heading back home for the day, it didn't help that the only thing on tv was true crime documentaries playing back to back. the cherry on top was your parents heading out for dinner with their friends on the mainland, saying they'd be back tomorrow morning.

you tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. not even the gentle lull of your records and thirty pages of war and peace could get your mind to settle and put you to sleep.

what you really needed was your boyfriend. he could fix anything, make everything seem better. your fears needed his protectiveness near by to keep them at bay, otherwise they'd spill over and conquer like they were right now.

but you were trying to be good—trying to show rafe you weren't always so clingy, that he could have space when and if he needed it. besides for your replies to his periodic check-ins you hadn't much texted him today, knowing he was busy.

the final crack of a branch outside, cutting through the eerie whistling of the wind against your house and the sound of the waves far away had you scrambling up. you flicked on the lamp and checked that your door was locked for the tenth time that night.

deep breaths, you tried to remind yourself, like rafe would always tell you. you tried to head to the window to see what the noise was from but fear overtook, dialing rafe's number and listening to the rings while crawling back into bed, pulling your knees to your chest.

like always, he answers before it gets to three rings.

"hey. what'd you still doin' up? s'late."

"rafe-" and you can't stop the ramble that spills out, all in one breath. "um, we saw this scary movie today and the demon was outside the house and then it was in the house and then it possessed the girl when she was alone and now i'm home alone because mom and daddy left and there was this serial killer show on tv and i wasn't even watching but he killed girls home alone too and i just heard something outside and m'scared-"

"woah, woah. slow down. you saw a scary movie?" you try to catch your breath, but it's hard, picturing rafe wherever he was pacing around listening to you, instead of being next to you like he should be.

"i-um, i'm scared, rafe-" you finally get out slowly, and you sniffle, feeling hot tears run down. really, you shouldn't have gone to see that movie.

"hey, hey. s'fine. gonna be okay, just need to relax. can you do that for me?" you nod, forgetting he can't see you. "good girl. is everything locked? downstairs too?"

"y-yes..think so. i checked when i got home."

"even the back door? and the guest window, the one i come in through?" you flush at the memory of rafe sneaking in through that window.

"yes. mm-hm."

"alright, kid. no one's comin' in then. and those movies are crap anyways. y'need to learn how to say no to those friends."

"i know. it seemed like a good idea then-"

"yeah, i know. you got a light on?"

"my lamp."

"good. now get into bed. y'need to relax or you'll never fall asleep. jesus."

"okay," you mumble, sliding in and getting comfortable. "how do i relax?"

"how do you usually relax?" he questions, though your face flushes at the answer you want to give. there's only one surefire method of getting you to calm down when you're like this, something rafe is well aware of.

"um.. i don't know." your bedroom was cold a second ago, now everything felt warm and tingly.

"yeah. sure you don't. c'mon, get your clothes off. i'll help you relax."

"oh." it comes out like a little moan, soft. you comply with his instructions. "thanks rafey."

you hear him laugh, though he still sounds rough on the phone.

"yeah, y'welcome. gotta do everything, don't i? clothes off yet? good. now start touching y'self for me.."

[burb-ie]

Suddenly struck by a plotline that I was upset about from the TFA canon-

With TFP Op present the entire bickering conflict in 'where is thy Sting' with Wasp, can end differently!

I remember being mad as hell that Sentinel would NOT listen to Optimus and the new information the team had discovered about the spy. especially when it was about granting freedom to wrongful incarceration; Wasp was incredibly traumatized by his arrest-and I do not believe he got anything close to fair trial. Straight to serving lifetime! (Seriously what the hell. And what did they do to him in there.)

The Grudge Wasp held throughout his imprisonment, that desperate scramble for justice and freedom drove him to make it out to Earth while manhunted. Driven to find bumblebee. Primus his escape was not even his own! Made a pawn to LongarmPrime AGAIN! Little green diversion.

I feel like Bumblebee being helmjacked and impersonated by Wasp is incredibly freaky to all of the crew; but the awful bothunt he was trying to evade as they closed in on him really makes the action he takes understandable as him buying time as well as being desperate and vengeful.

Wasp blames and believes Bee completely Framed him, blame for being grounded up in the broken and cruel system autobot command has for their prisoners. His shot for elite guardship and life ruined.

It's the same stuff that made the war between transformer factions drag on for so long-and Yet AND YET. Wasp still has so many points of hesitation-! Up until Blackarchnia tricks him into being her little mutation lab rat when he reappears,. he just wants to have his sense of security back-even if it's never going to be the same as what he lost.

TFP Op already changing some sparks for the better with Sentinel and his team;, and that has Me hoping wasp gets to stick around Earth and feel safe enough to unpack the pain of a system that did not care about finding real truth, and Bulkhead and Bee getting another chance to make a friend.; I think he'd be like that roommate you know exists because the things in the house and fridge move, but you don't see very often. Maybe he ends up mutated anyway but at least he also gets the truth before then man.

Rambles about how much Sentinel made the situation escalate BECAUSE Optimus was deescalating it. Sari could have gotten another bot friend! She could've gotten them to be so goofy.Tbh I feel like Sari could befriend just about anybot with the right circumstance but that's for a different ask.

Thank you for your time. ✨

NO CAUSE

Listen listen

One of the plots of this crossover is that tfp OP WILL redeem Wasp, Orion's involvement is gonna change a lot of things in this crossover trust

[redbleedingrose]

In my head, I feel like Rhys would be a Lego nerd lol. We know he’s a nerdy astronomer and has built his own sets of their solar system.

Modern! Rhys, in my head, would absolutely love Star Wars, Star Trek, StarGate and really any sci-fi/ High Fantasy movies and shows. And when he has free time, loves to build those Lego sets from Star Wars. He’ll get you the Lego flowers so you can build with him and set up your own bookshelf to display your creations next to his.

He just likes to keep his hands busy… take that as you wish🙂

Also CONGRATULATIONS ON GRADUATING FROM MEDICAL SCHOOL💜💜

OMG thank you!!! That is so kind, it was so hard LOLOL, and I am still confused as to how I made it through, but I am so excited. I matched into psychiatry residency so I will be treating people with their mental health, and I plan to specialize in children and adolescents! So hopefully gonna be doing good in this world.

Anyway!!!

TBH, I don't think about Modern!bat boys much BUT I do know they have such cute little hobbies.

Modern!Rhysand

Yes, I agree, Modern!Rhys is a NERD!!! He loves his legos, and spends lots of time reading sci-fi comics :((((

Has a little collection of all his legos built on display

also really enjoys harry potter, and has written dramione fanfic, bc he do be loving an enemies to lovers trope

Was he was into lore olympus?? Maybe, possibly... yes. 100%.

OMG, he also loves going to the planetarium with you, you have had plenty of dates there were he rambles on about planetary rotations, and different constellations.

One thing he doesn't believe in is astrology, he does not want to hear about geminis or virgos and if the star charts are in alignment, but he will humor you and listen if you really are into it.

He does love to get you the lego flowers, he always reminds you that normal flowers wilt, but these will forever stay with you as will his love!

Modern!Azriel

This male, omg, don't even get me started on what a history freak this male is.

His roman empire is for real the roman empire. And he really can't even explain to you why, but he loves the history channel and museums and babbling about random ancient Egyptian history facts.

Speaking of museums, bi-monthly museum dates to check out all the new exhibits. The staff know you both by name and will sneak you into viewings and private rooms to show you things they don't have on display.

Loves his documentaries about conspiracy theories as well, especially related to the pyramids and ancient civilizations actually having better technology than the modern era, and it just being destroyed to keep us all dumb slaves to capitalism!

Has a blog to discuss his conspiracy theories which are very popular actually, to the point where he considers starting a podcast.

Modern!Cassian

I mean listen, the gym do be this males safe space. He loves weight lifting and is very good with cardio.

BUT, he is secretly very into film photography. You are his main muse, but trust, he has a side hustle and whole instagram page dedicated to his photos and has even won national competitions.

Will spend time traveling with you to different areas to take pictures of the scenery and wildlife, and has a very good time doing so. He likes to find beauty in the simple things, and showcase it, and people really resonate with it.

Just a tall, large male with a nice camera.

Any time friends or families need grad pictures or event photos (he has even been asked to be a wedding photographer), he will do it gladly, and has such a fun time doing so.

I think he is also does enjoy painting your nails. He loves to design intricate details and will try a new style at least once a week, your nails are always painted and looking good because of him. And those services are "exclusively for my girl" as he says.

Who needs a nail artist when you have Cass frl.

[lucydixon]

Euronymous Breakup Headcanons

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Summary: Øystein impulsively breaks up with you in an argument, not thinking you'll take him seriously, but after putting up with him lashing out at you far too often, you take his words for what they are and leave. He comes crawling back like a dog when he realizes that he really fucked things up this time. A/N: This one's just straight Angst

I can totally see Øystein impulsively breaking up with you. If it’s a bad fight and he feels like his ego’s been hurt in any way, he’ll spit out a ‘you know what? I don’t want you anyway, just get the fuck out of my store and stay the fuck away’. It would hurt, and even though you’re used to Øystein lashing out when he isn’t getting his way, you’d leave and feel like it was the right thing. You didn’t need someone who kept treating you like you were worthless.

I don’t think he’d actually expect you to leave, and he’d start to feel his chest aching the second you walked out the door. I think he’d be a little too proud to chase after you. He’d be fully convinced that you’d be back in the morning, ready to make up. 

But you wouldn’t be.

He’d sit by the phone all day, waiting for you to call and apologize, but when the sun starts to set the following day, he’d start to get really worried when he realizes that you aren’t coming back. 

I think that Øystein would give it a few days before turning up on your doorstep, looking miserable. He’d be exhausted and scruffy, looking more sorry than you’ve ever seen him. He might even have a bunch of very obviously stolen flowers with the roots still hanging off of them. 

I don’t think he would beg for your forgiveness off rip. He’d try and play it off like he hadn’t just spent the last three days unable to sleep or eat because the thought of actually losing you for good made him feel physically ill, even though it’s painfully apparent just looking at him. 

A part of him would be waiting for you to apologize. To reassure him that you’d overreacted and that you were glad to see him. 

You wouldn’t. 

On day two, you’d decide that you weren’t about to pretend to be in the wrong just to make him feel better. If he wanted you to even entertain a conversation, he was gonna have to do better than just showing up on your doorstep and staring at you. 

You’d be upset too. Of course you would. You love Øystein, and the thought of being without him for good would be so incredibly painful, but you can’t keep letting him treat you like this without forcing him to feel the consequences. So, you’d maintain a straight face and tell him to either start talking or fuck off. 

He’d get defensive when you don’t fold and fuck it up even worse by snapping at you. Maybe he’ll go on a rant about how he’s trying to be the bigger person by apologizing and how you’re being a brat just to spite him, and he’d wind up with the door being slammed in his face. 

I don’t think he’d actually have considered the possibility that this attempt at an apology would end in any way other than you falling back into his arms. 

At this point, he’d be panicking, pacing the length of your front steps, pulling at his hair, completely horrified that he was about to lose you for good. 

He’d work himself up to the point where he just loses all control and starts pounding on your door until you open it. 

I’m sorry. He’d say for the first time, looking completely strung out. He might reach out and grab your face, cradling it in his hands before you have the chance to pull away. I’m so fucking sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it, I swear. Please forgive me, baby. I love you. I love you so fucking much.

You might be a little overwhelmed by the forcefulness of the apology, not having expected the level of desperation and fear in his eyes. 

Your lack of immediate response would just freak him out even worse and he’d start rambling about how he knows he fucked up and that you deserve so much better than he’s given you. He’d go on about how horrible he’s been and all the things you do for him that he doesn’t thank you for or even acknowledge, and vow to appreciate you in the way you deserve and treat you better if you’ll just please give him another chance. 

When you finally snap out of your shocked daze, you’d rest your hands over his and sigh, able to feel your resolve crumbling to pieces.

You'd look him dead in the eye and tell him that next time he throws you out like garbage, you're not opening the door, and you're not answering the phone or door when he comes crawling back and he'd immediately nod and kiss you, muttering into your mouth that he's sorry and that he won't fuck it up again.

He will, of course he will, but he would never forget how it felt to have you slam the door in his face. He'd still say the wrong thing at times or just straight up be cruel at others, but he would never play breakup chicken with you ever again.

The makeup sex after something this big would go craaazy. He'd be so soft with you and make sure you could feel every ounce of love he felt for you.

Dividers and Banners by me on my side-blog @dividers-are-us

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66. you’re sick and I feel bad because I’m pretty sure i gave it to you, so I bring you some of my great grandmother’s soup and watch movies with you with Eddie Spaghetti please 🥺

ty for requesting!! — eddie makes you soup (like the angel he is) after accidentally getting you sick (friends in love, fluff, 1.5k)

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It’s a virtually impossible thing, you realize, to operate like a normal human being when you’re sick. 

You’re reduced to a withering thing on your couch, rotting from the inside and out, and drowning in a sea of crumpled-up tissues. In your fever-induced hysteria, you’re pretty sure you’re dying when a knock sounds at your door. 

You shout a hoarse “come in” with all the strength you have left. The last person you expect to walk in is Eddie Munson.

He’s wearing smudged eyeliner and a pink smile when enters your living room. His chestnut hair is more wild than you’re used to, but his eyes are made of a familiar melted chocolate. There’s a plastic bag in his pale, ringed hand, full of stuff you can’t make out.

You think he might be an angel. 

“Eddie?” you sigh in a tiny voice, scratchy and quiet. 

You look at him like no one’s ever looked at him before. Not like you’re excited to see him. No, it’s more than that — it’s like you’re relieved. Like out of a billion people that could’ve stepped through that doorway, you’re happiest that it’s him.

He cowers under the weight of your twinkling, tired gaze. 

“Yeah. Hi. Sorry to, like, come over without calling or anything,” he apologizes, laughing awkwardly as he shifts his weight on his dirty sneakers. “But I felt a little bad about getting you sick at Steve’s the other night. I was gonna stay home, but Dustin wanted me to go. He insisted on it, actually—”

He’s rambling like an idiot, making a total fool of himself. He doesn’t know why you’re smiling so gently at him like you find it all endearing. “It’s not your fault, Eds,” you assure, voice slightly stuffy, as you shake your head at him.

“Well, it kinda is, actually, so…” Another awkward laugh tumbles from his smiling mouth. In his shyness, his gaze flits from yours to the bag in his hand. “I, uh— I wanted to do something nice, you know? Like, make you soup or something. But then I realized I don’t actually know how to cook, so I went to the store and got some of the canned stuff.”

“Oh,” you hum, then sniffle. “Thank you, Eddie. That’s— That’s really nice of you.”

“It’s no problem. Really. I can make it for you if you want. Or microwave it, I guess. So you can, you know, rest of whatever.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“I want to.”

“I just don’t want you to get sick,” you agonize, face scrunched with a distant worry.

Eddie grins at your concern and shrugs off every ounce of it. “I already had it. So I’m basically immune at this point, right? I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s how the science works, anyway.”

You laugh for the first time in three days. You forget how sick you are until the action makes your chest ache. Your smile is weighed down by exhaustion, but it doesn’t waver once when you look at him. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

Even though your muscles are achy, you manage to walk yourself to the kitchen. You tell Eddie you can put the soup on yourself, but he isn’t having any of it. He walks you back to the couch and warms it up for you — even puts it in a heart-shaped bowl he found in your cabinet, ‘cause he thought it might make you feel a little better.

He tastes it with a separate spoon to make sure it isn’t too hot, then rushes back to your side in record time.

“Thank you,” you murmur when he passes you the newly warmed-up soup. The words come out more scratchy than you mean for them to. You try to clear your throat, but you don’t think it makes it any better.

“Don’t thank me— I’m the reason you’re in this mess,” he laughs and sits on the couch beside you. He keeps a cushion of space between you, lest he get any closer and make you uncomfortable. “So, I’m not, like, above spoon-feeding it to you or anything.”

You try to laugh at his dumb joke. It comes out in a single, hoarse breath that makes your chest sting. “I think I got it from here. Thanks for the offer, though.”

Eddie runs out of stupid things to say and the apartment goes silent. 

Your TV plays so low it’s basically on mute, and your neighbors talk on their porch outside — the sound of both gets increasingly louder without either of you talking over them.

He doesn’t know what to say — how to tell you that he’d like to spend more time with you without actually having to say the words. Confessing his schoolboy crush out loud, to the pretty girl he got sick, would be the least metal thing he’s ever done.

“Do you wanna, like, put on a movie or something?” he offers suddenly, rubbing his ringed fingers on his dark jeans to make them feel less clammy. “I can run to Family Video and bother Steve until he lets me take something for free? Unless you’re, like, totally sick of me— which would be totally understandable—”

“No,” you interject with a shake of your head, still trying to smile even though it takes so much energy out of you. “I mean, I’d like that, but…”

“But?” Eddie repeats when you trail off, brows raised behind his fluffy bangs.

You tilt your chin to your chest and peer at him through your lashes. Your eyes are red-rimmed and glassy, still pretty enough to drown in. “Don’t you have a show tonight?” you remind him in a gentle whisper.

His heart would swell at the thought of you knowing his show schedule if it wasn’t already dropping to his ass. He’d nearly forgotten all about it, too worried about you to remember the ten people at The Hideout waiting for him.

“Fuck…” he groans and slumps against the couch. His head tilts back and bears his pretty neck for you. You can see his pale jaw clench and his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. He’s too beautiful for his own good.

“You can go. It’s okay,” you assure gently.

His chocolate eyes melt for you when he opens them again. He looks sincerely apologetic, like leaving you hurts him the most. “I’d totally stay, but—”

“I get it. It’s fine,” you repeat, still grinning ‘cause you don’t know how else to look at him. You duck your sheepish gaze to the bowl in your lap and try to joke. “I’ll survive until tomorrow… I think.”

Eddie sits up again and leans closer to you. You get a better whiff of his musky cologne and the nicotine on his breath. “You better. ‘Cause I’m definitely coming over, and we’re definitely watching a movie, alright? All day until you’re sick of me.”

Your smile grows despite your exhaustion. You feel like this is his way of asking you out — like you’re too sick and he’s too nervous, and he’d love to do it some other way, but this is all he’s got for now. It’s more than enough for you.

“Sure,” you say with a firm nod.

“I can bring you more food, too, if you want! Whatever you feel like— say that word, and you got it.”

You falter for an answer to his sudden question.

He shakes his head. “That’s okay. Call me later if you want. I should be home around ten, if that’s not too late?”

“Okay,” you smile, then clear your throat when the word gets caught there.

“I’ll see you tomorrow— Feel better by then, okay? That’s an order,” he jokes and stands back up again. 

He doesn’t know what compels him to kiss you on the cheek — only that it felt right to do it and that he didn’t even realize he was doing it until his lips brushed your warm jaw.

His cinnamon eyes go wide. His rosy mouth falls softly agape. He looks more surprised than you do, but you’re not entirely sure that’s possible. A moment you’ve been thinking about for ages just happened before you could blink. 

You don’t think that’s very fair.

Eddie tries to laugh it off. “Forget I just did that… That was— That was really weird. Sorry.”

Your cheeks burn like fire. Not from the fever this time, but from the boy in front of you. From the yearning to feel him close again. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight,” you promise, even though your throat still burns. You’re not sure you care too much, anymore. You wanna talk to him until you can’t anymore.

“Yeah,” he sighs, breathless for a reason he can’t name. He walks backwards towards the door. “See you around,” he says finally, before spinning on his sneakers and nearly tripping over your carpet.

You blink, and he’s gone. Again. 

Your burning cheek still tingles with the imprint of his mouth. He’d asked you to forget, but you don’t think that’s possible. There’s no forgetting him at all.

[starlightanya0wsblog]

~Trafalgar Law x reader platonic headcanons~

Requested by @banana-cat429, it was my first time doing requests so I'm sorry if it seems a bit off😔

•you're part of the strawhats group and when you first saw Law at Sabaody you thought this man was on drugs or sm😭✋️

•to be honest, I think at first he didn't like you at ALL. He doesn't like being around loud people (*coff Luffy *coff) but in the end he actually manages to know you better, and he notices how you're actually not annoying, but kind and brave.

•Law isn't a very extroverted person, so I think most of the talks are began by you, and he prefers it like that, he prefers to listen than to talk anyway.

•You become his bff in a second basically LMAO, in fact, you introduced him as your bff to everyone and he didn't deny that (he gets embarrassed if you point it out though lol.)

•You once saw a black cat that didn't like being touched and looked kinda annoyed to everyone, and so you told Law that it reminded you of him, and now you call him "Pouty Cat😭✋️" everytime

•He actually smiles a lot with you, you guys have a lot of ironical jokes that only you two understand (he's the type to say that your jokes are shitty but laughs anyways)

•he brings you coffee if he sees you tired (if you don't like coffee; then he just brigs you to eat/drink something else)

•you collect seashells together

•sometimes you take his hat and you draw his tattoos on your hands trying imitate him and he's always arguing about how "he doesn't talk like THAT."

•call him emo, and he's not gonna talk to you for the rest of the day😭✋️

•Law secretly likes cute things; so you bought him a plushie (yes, it's a cat that looks like him) he said he hated it but still keeps it in his room with care

•I imagine that he sleeps reaaaally late, (or doesn't sleep at all-) so when you enter his room and find him sleeping on his desk, you take a blanket and put it on him

•if you're ever in danger, of course he saves your dumbass ass (and scolds you on how you're not careful of yourself, but he's actually happy you're okay) "Just don't do that again dumbass"

•his favourite nickname is Traffy; but he will never admit it.

•you guys have matching socks and of course he says he will never wear them but if he sees you sad about it he'll do it

•you kinda remind him of Cora-san, and sometimes he smiles when he sees you rambling about something, and you watch him confused asking why he's smiling and he responds: "It's nothing."

[curly-fry-3]

I don't wanna overwhelm you since you probably have like other req to finish but after I saw the post with Gabriel I had an idea (°□°) ☝️

So basically in season 3 where Dean dies over and over again, surprisingly Dean's daughter, reader doesn't but she also isn't in the time loop stuck with Sam so at the end he asks and turns out Gabriel just likes her better (and also that she isn't gonna die like dean at the end anyways). So then when Dean died and Sam left with Ruby, leaving her alone (tho Sam probably thought that she went to Bobby and he didn't want to take her with him since just like Dean she was against the whole Ruby thing). She had no one... for like 5 hours when she heard from random people that something crazy happened to them. So she goes to look for Gabriel cause what most people described were things a trickster would do. She eventually finds him and confronts him and they start talking giving each other comfort cause right now they both have some sorta family issues (tho he doesn't say he's the Archangel Gabriel just kinda says his name is Gabriel) and they kinda have this 'uncle who buy his niece a gun to birthday' relationship.

𖦹Gabriel's Favorite𖦹

summary𖦹 When the worst thing that could happen, happens, Gabriel will be there to shit talk with you

pairing𖦹 Archangel Gabriel x Reader (platonic)

word count𖦹 1,667

notes𖦹 this idea was so cool but I dont feel like what I wrote is the best cause ive never written for Gabe before (I low-key made him such a diva) Also it has kinda a lot of build up to the actual conversation sorry I hope you like it though

Another Tuesday. Another Tuesday of Sam waking up to you and Dean humming along to Aisa while getting ready for the day like nothing was wrong. Dean has already died about a hundred times, with you and Sam both as witnesses, yet Sam seems to be the only one affected. He was tired and confused. He had just watched you sobbing over your father's dead body, and now you two are brushing your teeth while choosing where to eat for breakfast.

After trying to explain his situation and being met with poorly hidden judgy faces, Sam follows you and his brother into the diner you choose. He cautiously walks in, scanning the room for anybody who looks out of place. You're chatting to Dean excitedly about some show you're watching as you all sit down in a booth. When your rambling dies down,your dad notices Sam’s unease and silence. 

Dean turns to his brother and grabs his attention “Why are you on edge? It's not like anything is gonna happen”

Sam tenses his jaw and gives Dean a bitch face “Something always happens. Whether you choke on your food or you slip and crack your head open on the way to the bathroom, you always die”

Dean dismisses his concern “Nothing is gonna happen. I'm a big boy, I can chew my food and walk without falling”

Sam rolls his eyes and turns toward the other people in the restaurant, eyes searching for odd behavior. You look over at your dad in confusion then look over at Uncle Sammy, brows furrowing in concern “If my dad has died so many times, how come I don't remember it? I should be in the time loop too”

Sam focuses back onto you “I don't know. I have no idea what's going on or how to stop it, I just don't wanna watch Dean die again–or have to watch you watch him die”

There is an awkward silence, Dean sighs to fill the space then tries to lighten the mood. “If I'm gonna die today, it's not gonna be on an empty stomach, let's get something to eat”

You nod before looking down at the menu “Look, Dad, Pig n’ a Poke”

He looks at where you're pointing and hums out in satisfaction “That sounds amazing” He turns to Sam, trying to include him in the conversation “Sammy doesn't that sound amazing? I getting it”

You close up your menu “Me too”

Dean kicks Sam under the table “What are you getting”

“Nothing. You know, watching you die over and over kinda ruined my appetite” He recipes with as much sass as possible.

Your meal passes without any hiccups and You exit the diner and barely make it down the street before Dean is mauled by a dog. You watch in horror as his body lies lifeless on the sidewalk. You sob as you hold him, looking up at Sammy. Suddenly Sam sits up in bed, Aisa playing on the radio–another Tuesday.

  He has to live through a couple more Tuesdays till he finally spots what he was searching for in the diner. Everyone eats and does the same thing every day, except one man. This man would always have pancakes, but today he ordered a different kind of syrup. 

Sam waited until the man walked out of the diner and quietly followed him, You and Dean not far behind. He corners the man in the alley and holds a stake up to his neck. Dean reflexively puts an arm out in front of you and puts you behind him. 

Sam grips the lapel of the man's shirt “I know it's you. You're the reason I keep living through Tuesday, watching him die again and again. I know you're a trickster, we've killed one before. One thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this and why isn't she affected”

Suddenly, the man's face shifts into the face of the trickster Sam was referring to “You two chuckle heads didn't kill me. I've gotta say, it's been quite fun killing Dean every day, but I didn't do this to hurt him, it's all for you. I'm trying to tell you, Sam, you can't save your brother. As for why she's not involved, I like her. She's not an asshole like you two.”

Sam grinds his teeth and digs the wooden stake farther into the trickster's neck “bullshit, I can save him. All I have to do is kill you for real, and this is all over”

The man puts his hands up in defense “Woah, we don't need to go that far. You found me, the joke is over” 

He snapped his fingers and Sam woke up in the motel again, but this time the radio played a different song “It's not Aisa”

Dean makes room for you to spit out your toothpaste in the sink “Yeah I know, this station sucks”

A large smile never left Sam's face as he got up and ready for the day. The smile vanished when he sent Dean and you to go put your bags in the car. He was finishing up in the room when he heard a gunshot and a scream from the parking lot. He rushes outside and finds you cradling Dean's lifeless body. You look up at Sam as he approaches with tears and snot running down your face.

After that day, things had really changed. Your dad was gone and Sammy was different. You thought you could mourn with him but he was just so disconnected. It didn't take long for him to ditch you, saying that it was important and too dangerous for you to come with him. You knew what that meant, you knew he was going to Ruby. You know he thought you were going to go to Bobby, that you would be taken care of, but you just couldn't. You couldn't live in that house, it reminded you too much of your dad.

You had just started wondering, looking for something, a sign or anything, that would tell you what to do next. It didn't take long because, a couple hours later, you heard people talking of the most insane thing happening to them. You knew that it had to be the trickster, you could feel it in your gut. You used the skills your dad had taught you to find him. Although you had been searching for him, You were only able to meet him again by complete accident–running into him on the street. 

You were minding your own business while you were walking till, by the grace of god, you made eye contact with the trickster. You pause, making sure it's really him, before quickly approaching him. He looks a little shocked to see you,but not unhappy “Hey kid, what are you doing by yourself”

You look down at your feet before looking back at him “Dad’s dead, Sam left”

He awkwardly pauses for a sec then mutters under his breath “Oh, shit” He puts one arm around your shoulder and starts leading you towards an apartment. “Is it ok if you stay with me”

You nod “Yeah, I mean, who else would I stay with”

He keeps his arm around you until you make it to the front door and he unlocks it with both arms, motioning for you to go inside “Make yourself at home. I got food in the fridge, an extra bed, and there's a dog here somewhere. If you need or want anything, just tell me–I have my ways of getting shit. If you wanna talk, I'm available anytime I'm not messing with someone. Oh and, my name's Gabriel by the way”

You sit down on the couch next to him after he finishes his introduction “Thank you, really. I had somewhere else I could go to but I had too many memories of my dad there.”

He lazily spreads out on the couch and nods in agreement, “You don't have to explain that to me, I totally get it. I would be living with my family but there's just too much going on there too. I mean, don't even get me started on the family drama”

You start becoming more comfortable and relax on the couch “Please, I feel like I'm the queen of family drama, My uncle left me after my dad died to go kanoodle with a demon”

His jaw drops “Are you serious, that bitch! You deserve better. I should have messed with him more”

You sigh in exhaustion “I don't even wanna think about it right now. You need to tell me your drama so I forget about mine”

He immediately starts unloading “Oh, where do I even start? My brothers have always been fighting but it kinda died down for a while, but now they're at it again. And whenever they fight, it's always messy, they hurt other people and it's just annoying.” 

“Oh, I hate a messy fight. People need to learn to control themselves” You reply

He nods in agreement “Tell me about it. That's why this time, I'm not picking a side. I'm gonna stay out of it till it dies down. It's just frustrating because nobody else tries to stop it, they just pick a side and go with it. My dad has just given up, he is nowhere to be found”

Your eyes widen “Omg he ditched you guys, that's crazy messed up. I think it would be worse if my dad left, at least when he died it wasn't his choice. I guess that's why it hurt so much when Sam left”

Gabriel takes a deep breath “You know, talking it out actually feels better than I thought it would”

You take a second to think before responding “It actually does. I haven't really talked to anyone since everything happened and I already feel way better”

He gives you a mischievous smile “You know what would make this even better? Booze.”

sorry for any typos

@areswasneverhere

[nitpick7]

i feel like the life series fandom has not properly utilized the angst potential of the wildcards yet. and maybe i just haven't read enough posts or fics yet, which is definitely possible, but i'm gonna ramble anyway. (disclaimer: i've watched every pov but probably will get details wrong anyway.)

session one. pearl goes off, alone, away from her group for just a bit. just to mine a little bit more, get some iron. she's crouching at the edge of a cliff to get a better look at the cave, when suddenly the ground isn't underneath her anymore. she doesn't even slip, doesn't have time to react, she just falls.

session two i've thought about so much that i started writing a oneshot (unfortunately still a wip). everyone having to eat rocks and ores and wood and just so many things that they are not meant to eat... but they're all literally starving and real food doesn't fill them anymore. so they're biting into anything they can get their hands on, just hoping and praying that it fills them and doesn't poison them or make them float away... the terror every time the food changes? scrambling to find the next items to eat. ough.

the SNAILS. god. the snails. those things are cute but deadly. bigb, start of the session, seconds after the wildcard activates, hearing something and seeing something and then he's dead. gone. he's gone from peacefully mining to dead in seconds flat and everyone instantly knows just how deadly this one will be.

the speed one... has less angst potential. it's more just the constant fear, being constantly on edge, not used to the speed everything is moving at. they're frustrated at being too slow or their brains aren't moving as fast as their legs, or it's the very start of the session and they're frozen in time with no idea what's happening.

triviabot is less about the trivia itself and more about how it makes everyone act. sabotaging their friends and enemies alike, hiding bots, feeding people false information. they can't trust anyone in that session. but the moment they can trust someone, they latch onto them. someone gets a question about an ally and books it across the server to ask them about it, hoping their bot is still there when they get back.

more on triviabot: there's also the effects if they get something wrong. the robot voice is crazy because to themselves, they sound perfectly normal, but no one can fucking understand them. they're just unable to communicate and don't know for how long. or they're knocked down a few hearts, unable to be fully healed. constantly hurting at least a bit. being equipped with leather armor that they can't take off, unable to protect themselves. tripling in size, not being able to fit anywhere or do anything because they're so big. or their snails coming back, slower but still terrifying.

the mobs one... the very first thing that happens is everyone's beloved pets being killed. unless they happened to have the resources for a nametag beforehand. bdubs almost lost his horse! lizzie spent forever trying to collect mobs just for them to be murdered again! and the trial chamber. grian, joel (who didn't even want to be there), etho, scar; already in the midst of battle, and then all the fucking mobs change? they were terrified in real life, do you know how good that could be in fics?

you may think that there is little angst potential from superpowers. you would be wrong. again, it's less from the wildcard itself and more from how it makes people act. impulse teleporting ren into an obsidian box full of water in order to prove ren was lying about his power? that shit's CRAZY. WHAT THE HELL. impulse literally tried to drown ren to prove scott's point! and like good for him but!!! holy shit!!!!! or grian, who should know what he's doing, losing pearl's ability mid-air and falling to his death - grian falling to his death? (and obviously the listener symbolism with martyn and jimmy. we know we can do stuff with that.)

the final session is just. all of that. but combined. and more wild. it's everything all at once, randomly activating and deactivating, no one knows what's going on and it's a mess. just confusion and chaos.

so. yeah. there is my ramble, i might do smth with this but i might not. please add to this if you have more wildcard related angst, i will love you so much. Ɛ:

[delopsia]

rhett asks? say no more! I’m thinking about rhett dealing with an injury in which he has to depend on you to help take care of him. he hates it, he’s used to being independent and being the one who takes care of things. so now that his independence is kind of taken away, he feels like such a burden and he feels so helpless. he doesn’t want to make things hard on you, even though you’re happy to help. i think he would end up wallowing for a bit and it would take you holding his face in your hands and firmly but lovingly telling him how much you love him and how he could never be a burden to you. you’re in it for the long haul. for better or worse. and throughout his healing process he realizes just how sincerely you meant those words. he comes out on the other side of it with a deeper awe and appreciation of you. anyway i should shut up now because i’m rambling 🤭

Hurt Rhett! My favorite trope :(

I don't think Rhett realizes how independent he truly is until it's taken away from him. He's so used to doing things by himself that it's almost second nature to him. He's just never classified it as 'independent' because he lived at home and just figured that independence doesn't count when he's still got chores and has to hear his brother snoring from across the house.

The big dummy is so stubborn when he's hurt and has no choice but to rely on you for most of his daily tasks 😭"No, I can do it!" as he's visibly struggling to hobble down the hallway on one foot. Crutches, a cast on his foot, and doctor's orders are not enough to keep that man from trying his luck. At some point, you do briefly consider tying him to the damn bed. It seems that every time you look away, he's on the move. Every time he falls, he insists he can get back up despite fully knowing that he wasn't able to do so the last three times this has happened.

There's one night when you wake up to the sound of him falling in the kitchen; how he wound up there, you have no idea, but he stubbornly tried to make himself a midnight snack instead of waking you up and asking for help. Now he and the bread are sitting on the floor, helpless, until you mosey into the room and pick them both up.

In his head, he thinks sheer willpower is all he needs to get through this; it's just a matter of him trying hard enough. But it? Doesn't work like that?? And you're beginning to think that nothing short of taking his face into your hands and gently shaking him is going to get it through that thick skull of his.

That bull rider balance and strength does make some things so much easier for you, omg. Especially when you're trying to help him with things like showering (read: he's a little too big to fit into the bath, so he's got no choice but to stand and shower), changing clothes, and generally anything that requires him to balance on one foot.

The turning point is when Rhett realizes that his arms still work and that there's absolutely nothing stopping him from wrapping them around you every time you help him up. Oh, you were planning to take him down the hall to bed? Sorry, he's gotten his arms around you and buried his face into the side of your neck. You're gonna be here for a while 🌸

[bones4thecats]

A/N: This guy is one of my favorite Gods in Record of Ragnarok to write for, I also like Apollo and Thor, maybe Odin as well. Anyways, I added my own little twist to this prompt to make it fit a bit better with the reader. Now, I hope you enjoy this @yey56, and thank you for the request!!

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🔱 Poseidon never expected this to happen.

🔱 He had thrived his whole life, living perfectly fine without any human's life interfering, until you showed up.

🔱 Hades had called upon his three younger brothers, Adamas, Poseidon, and Zeus about a soul of a young mortal female soul who had somehow, without his knowledge, escaped the river STYX.

🔱 His eldest brother's guards dragged you in per his command, and Zeus immediately looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

🔱 " Damn idiot. " Poseidon thought, watching his youngest brother stare at you, his intentions obviously horrible inside.

" Poseidon! "

🔱 The Tyrant of the Sea may have looked in the opposite direction, but everyone knew he was listening to the ramblings of Adamas.

🔱 His main focus was on the deceased maiden seated at the table's opposite end, glancing around the large room, waiting for one of the male gods to ask her about her escape.

🔱 Hades' gaze shifted from his youngest brother, Zeus, to you, looming before tapping his eye piece and asking you the question you were awaiting.

" How did you escape from the river STYX? "

🔱 You pondered for a moment, your memory was quite limited, the main things flying through your head was your childhood and eventual death, then, the exact things he asked you popped up.

🔱 You shifted as the guards stiffened, probably believing you were gonna try attacking the brothers, which you knew would be fruitless, as one was staring at you with heart-eyes, one glared, another stared with curiosity in his one visible eye, and the last basically looked into your soul.

🔱 Poseidon was the least patient at the moment, and he was close to yelling at you to answer them, but he stopped himself when your mouth opened to answer Hades' question.

" My memory isn't the best as of now, but, by what I can ponder up, I had died and, for some random reason, reached up for breath, as if I was drowning, and pulled myself out of the river,"

🔱 " I guess my body wasn't ready to die yet, huh? " You joked

🔱 The brothers just stared, and at that point, you glanced at Zeus, and he just smiled the creepiest smile you had ever seen in history, way beyond any image someone could use to scare you.

🔱 Adamas just looked at Hades and asked what they were to do with you, in which he answered with a fairly bland and further pondering question.

" We will have to find someone to watch over her for the time being. I would allow her to stay here, but, I am not sure what may happen if another soul sees her as they vanish down here. Adamas, could you take her in? " " Nope. I got quite a bit of stuff happening at the moment, brother. I would if I could, sorry. " " Zeus? " " Glad- " " I will. "

🔱 All heads snapped to the sound of Poseidon's voice ringing through the dining room.

🔱 Had he just said he's take in a human? For real?

" Um, Poseidon, Zeus was just saying- "

🔱 " I will take the human to my castle underneath the ocean's waves, we all know what Zeus would do to the mortal when she arrives at his residence. " He said, glaring in the direction, but not fully looking at the younger, yet elderly appearing, brother.

🔱 Hades smiled faintly before nodding to his guards while Poseidon motioned for his to grab you before nodding to his brother and saying his farewells as he, you, and his guards walked out of the castle of Helheim.

🔱 Once arriving at his castle, your eyes widened and sparkled with admiration for the beautiful building.

🔱 Poseidon stared back at you, seeing the vert obvious awestruck face you had on.

🔱 He motioned for his guards to return to their placements in the castle as he gave you a miniature tour around the building so you'd know your way to certain rooms, like yours, the throne room, dining room, and more.

🔱 " And this, " He said, " Is your new room. I had the maids get it cleaned and ready to befit you from what Hades had mentioned in his letter about you. "

🔱 You smiled at him, thanked him, and before retreating into your room to get ready for dinner that night, you asked him a question just about as interesting as Hades had been.

" Why did you decided to take me in? You could've left me for dead with your brother. "

🔱 Poseidon stood there and held his trident, the blades pointing to the ground, for once in his life, he really had no answer. He had no clue why he did this.

🔱 But maybe, just maybe, over that night, and many years to come, he'd figure it out

🔱 Newsflash, he does.