#anywayyyyys been thinking on them so much

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

GODDD THEY'RE SO CUTE I need to kiss them right now

[starlightwoofwoof]

welcome back to

🪞💖✨ Perfect Yap Session Part 2 ✨💖🪞

not sure if I’m gonna make this a series cause y’know, there’s only so much to say about Perfect but yeah lol

anywayyyyy here’s where I just talk about random things about The Polished Perfectionist (akuma! Glisten) (or just ‘Perfect’ for short, as you guys know-)

okay, first of all, uhhhhhh

His voice!! Now, I don’t really have a specific voice claim for Glisten (because I’m terrible at voice claims because I mostly can’t imagine characters’ voices in my head, if they don’t have them) but if I can describe Perfect’s voice- uhhhh

just, like, imagine your voice claim for Glisten, and put them in a cave

Perfect’s voice is basically just Glisten’s but a lot more “echoey”, bold, and y’know, evil

not sure how to describe it other than that but yeah

anyway, next, uh-

who likes non-canon to the AU scenarios??? ME ‼️‼️‼️

so, something I’ve been thinking about for a little bit

what if Perfect won?

What if Perfect caused everyone to only see visions of their biggest insecurities, stole the Ladybug Miraculous, gave it to Allureium and then they went on to try to find the other Miraculouses?

or even worse

What if Perfect gave Allureium the Ladybug Miraculous, and he figured he didn’t need Perfect anymore? What if Allureium just turned Perfect back to Glisten and he had to witness everything he had done? What if he lost his mind with guilt and loneliness?

anyway

on a, uh, lighter note, I kinda wanna talk about the fact that, y’know, this AU takes place in the cartoon

I kinda like to think Perfect’s episode aired right in the middle of the series. Both to build up Glisten’s character and to have him enough time for his character arc after the incident

Also I like to think after he turned into Ouroboros and got over Perfect, he started wearing pink makeup again, and even more often than before :3

okay one more thing for now, I kinda wanna talk about some Reflective Detective stuff-

I have thought about Mimicry and Perfect but y’know, I feel like it would be kinda toxic considering ………… P e r f e c t

but, hey, I think Mimicry and Glisten would be kinda cute- and I guess you could say their hero forms could be separate ships as well

okie tyyyyyy-

[justwinginglife]

More NSFW Late Night Thoughts

As a Swiftie and a LADS girlie, I can NOT stop obsessing over the idea of Caleb writing "mine" on my upper thigh.

I bet he likes to amuse himself by tracing the word over and over again on your thigh, maybe it starts out casually, maybe he's bored and just entertaining himself, then maybe he starts to smile thinking about you being all his, maybe he presses a kiss or two or three to your thigh to convey just how much he adores you, but the more he traces those same four letters on your leg, the more he runs his lips along the sensitive skin, the more hot and heavy he gets, and soon he's sinking his teeth into your thigh, trying desperately to leave a mark that's more lasting than the invisible letters he'd written so whimsically before.

And you know, since he's already down there, maybe he begins to notice the effect he's had on you. Maybe it's even started to trickle down your thigh while he's been lavishing his attention on it and maybe he laps it up. Maybe once he tastes it he can't get enough of it. Maybe he doesn't even waste time pulling your panties off, maybe he just yanks them to the side before he jams his tongue inside of you, devouring every quivering inch of your cunt. Maybe when you come on his tongue, moaning that you're all his, maybe something stirs inside of him and maybe eating you out suddenly isn't enough. Maybe he can't and won't stop stuffing you full of his cock until he's shooting blanks and you're one blackout orgasm away from the pearly gates of Heaven.

Or maybe I'm just delusional and horny. Anywayyyyy.

Cough @tbaluver join the dark side. You know you wanna be a Caleb girlie.

[stxneflxwers]

summary. mistletoe kisses~

a/n. some of these are OC x Reader... sorry? 😭 anywayyyyy. enjoy...?

characters. aventurine. dr ratio. OCs (malachy. lilith). gn reader.

cw. kissing (what did you expect, gets a little heated in aventurine's part). implied to be post-penacony (possibly, cuz i couldn't figure out when was a good time). teasing (aventurine & malachy). all lowercase.

aventurine.

he definitely planted the mistletoe there in the first place. spent most of the time trying to get you both under that special little spot so he could kiss you just right. but then, he thinks to himself, "why stop there?" when he could do so much more.

by the time you two are finally under the dangling mistletoe, he's planting teasing, fluttering kisses up your hand, your wrist, your arm. he refuses to kiss the sweetest spot in the world just yet. when he reaches your shoulder, he goes further – kissing your shoulder, your throat, your jaw. anywhere but your lips. he has the stupidest, most smug grin on his face the closer he gets to touching your lips with his own.

before he can say some strange remark about bets or risks, you take his face into your hands and smash your mouths together. the kiss quickly turns feverish, hands wandering and tongues tangling.

when you finally release his head with a soft pop, you're the one wearing the smug grin – like he had some twisted, infectious effect on you.

his whole face is pink and he's struggling to muster a single word.

you win this time.

dr ratio.

he knows of this strange tradition, but he personally never bothered to "experiment" with it. there's no experiment to be had, anyway. not to him, at least. this, however, makes you a little sad. just a little. and therefore you're going to remedy his "mistake" by interrupting his reading time.

a necessary evil, really.

you hop up to him, hiding mistletoe behind your back, and it's very obvious what you're plotting. you stare down at him with a bright grin as he sits in his favorite chair, reading another hefty yet crisp and new textbook. he tries ignoring you at first, he knows.

after a solid few moments of a staring contest (which neither of you were going to lose), he sighs.

"if you desired a kiss that badly, you could've just asked–" he starts, and you're swiftly dangling the mistletoe above both of your heads. your grin glows brighter than the sun itself. and he was threatening to put an umbrella up.

instead, he smiles wryly, "alright. just this once." he relents, and you mentally cheer – already diving in for a kiss.

malachy.

they're acutely aware of the time of year. and they know better than to walk under a doorway without checking if you're around first. they're messing with you through evasion tactics.

as they enjoy a chilly cup of a cocoa milkshake, you glare at them from the doorway that connects the kitchen and living room. it doesn't matter if it's winter, they will enjoy that damned milkshake. the milkshake you desperately want to knock out of their hands like an attention-seeking cat.

instead, you point at the top of the doorway with a pout on your lips, leading their lone visible eye to stare at the enticing mistletoe.

"...make me." they smirk from across the room, all too cozy in their seat.

"you little–!" you gasp in offense.

and then you jump up, yanking the mistletoe off and marching over to them. you hold the mistletoe above your heads.

"how about now?" you ask with a low yet agitated purr.

"hmm... maybe." they taunt you further, but before you can react, they graze their hot fingertips down your jaw. they guide your head closer, soon pressing chocolatey lips against your own.

lilith.

there's been a similar tradition in jaeger-iii for many trailblaze years now. however, as her planet is mostly populated by various parapolice forces, the tradition grew less innocent over time. however, she truly doesn't care too much. she knows people have their fun in various ways, even if it's personally distasteful to her.

needless to say, she was a little surprised when you came bounding by with flowers and gifts for her at the cathedral. she didn't expect you to be so chaste about the occasion. she silently wonders if she's the one who has degraded over time.

you're very forthright with her about your wants and needs, and she prefers it this way. she doesn't enjoy playing mind games. but this little game of yours was one she happily plays her part in.

the mistletoe was hanging above the door of her side of the confessional booth, and she smiles softly. yet you were nowhere in sight. upon opening the booth's door, you pop out and hug her with maybe too much excitement.

"kiss me?" you whisper to her, gesturing your eyes and head to the dangling mistletoe.

"...always." she whispers back, giving you everything you wanted and more.

[rei-ismyname]

What the fuck, Beast?

I'm going to start by saying that IvX is ridiculous and almost everyone is out of character to some degree. Hank McCoy had fallen off the jerk slope in recent years, but this shit is just too far.

Here's Medusa, being subtle.

The Inhuman Terrigen Cloud is circling the Earth, making new Inhumans wherever it goes. The problem is that it kills mutants, as Jamie Madrox, Cyclops and Alchemy found out. Emma Frost already destroyed the other cloud, and the Inhumans were not happy. A truce was agreed to while Beast worked on a 'all things are possible with science' solution, but he's made zero progress and time is up.

The cloud is going to do some technobabble and render the planet uninhabitable for mutants. Beast has just realised they've got 2 weeks until that point but Iso, his Inhuman helper (and watcher,) has not.

Look at the big brain thinking big thoughts, familiar images of death and genocide, grief and trauma. Quite probably thoughts of past science failures too, like reversing M Day. He's been very confident up until this point, annoyingly so, but now he's terrified.

After visiting Scott's grave and having a complicated conversation with his headstone, Dr McCoy meets with the various Mutant factions to pitch his incredibly clever solution.

He really beats around the bush getting to the point, acknowledging everyone else's efforts with some disdain. Particularly Magneto, who doesn't give a fuck what he thinks. It's so bad that the School is in Limbo - the Hell dimension Ilyana unwillingly grew up in.

Beast finally gets to the point in his own verbose way, breaking down the what, why and when. Cloud, science mumbo jumbo, two weeks. The solution is coming, I promise.

Everyone starts yelling and pointing fingers, mostly at Hank. Magneto slams his fist on the table like Judge Judy - he will be heard.

Obviously, he refuses to accept his people being gassed to death. Yeah, they really went there. IvX is not subtle with the Holocaust and Hitler analogies. Drumroll please, the good doctor proposes his solution - ALL MUTANTS LEAVE THE PLANET FOREVER. What the fuck?

Almost everyone (except Rogue for some reason) is like 'you're a fucking idiot, let's just kick the shit out of them and destroy the cloud.' Beast is terrified of the Inhumans for some reason and thinks mutants have zero chance of beating them. Sure, there's a lot of them, but X-Men have been fighting pretty much everyone since forever. Mags and Storm could probably do it themselves if this event wasn't so ridiculous.

As is the case with many Marvel hero vs hero events, there's a failure to construct an impossible decision where both sides have equal merit. The Inhumans have known Terrigen fucks mutants up since just after M-Day, and they have access to other sources of it. Those factors are ignored for the sake of the plot, and Beast acts like a coward and a fool. If I was being generous I'd say he's traumatized but that's not made explicit. The X-Men end up knocking the Inhumans over quite easily too, as most of their firepower is contained within a handful of people. Anywayyyyy, a majority votes for war. Forge abstains and Rogue votes no for some reason.

That's that settled, except Beast isn't finished with ridiculous choices. Magneto proposes he use his access to Atillan and he agrees, except to snitch to the Inhumans. I guess he thinks this would force the mutants to evacuate, but it would just rob them of the element of surprise.

As he stomps off, Storm hits him with a lightning bolt, incapacitating him. He really asks 'why?' as if he didn't just witness Ororo vote for war. Fortunately, his annoying ass is locked up for the rest of the event, though he receives apologies after it's over. Seems like it should be the other way round to me, but as I said, IvX is ridiculous. Beast thinking leaving the planet forever is the only choice is absurd, though Emma's characterisation is even worse IMO. Oh boy.

[axle-hates-zucchini]

I really wish that they remake the special edition journal 3 because of the success of the book of bill, seriously I love Ford so much and I really want to see all those extra details in person for, you know, less than $3,000 It could be like a different special edition, maybe without the magnifying glass attached in case thats a budget/production problem but come on the fans should be able to get those extra pages and black light experience! If they did another press of them for around like $100 USD (collector price idk) that you have to pre-order that would be like, PERFECT??? gahhh i want more ford content and in general just more GF content and this would be SO COOL! I'm just hoping that the popularity of the book of bill will help this maybe become a reality-

I have no idea if Alex will ever see this, I know he has an old tumblr account that hasn't been used since 2016 ( @gravi-teamfalls ) But, against all odds if he does see this I want him to know that his show has changed modern animation forever and he has gained a lot of fans for it, and rightfully so. I think that a re-release of the special edition journal 3 would be awesome and I think a lot of fans would appreciate it.

Anywayyyyy yeah gravity falls is cool and I will NOT stop yapping about it :3

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Confessional - A Yunho Series: Prologue

Seminarian!Yunho x Black!Female!Reader

~ You and your childhood friend Yunho promised to do everything together. But as you got older, things shifted, and you began to feel differently towards each other. Now, Yunho’s joining the church and any emotions you meant to share with him will have to be disregarded. Or will they?

A/N: I'm genuinely struggling because I have so many routes I can take this story and there are so many things that I've thought about including but idk. I don't want it to be all over the place, I want to make sure the story makes sense and reads well. If there's anything you'd like to see happen, I'm always open to suggestions, my asks are open and you can always post a comment! Written with a Black Fem reader in mind but anyone can read!

Content Warning?: Nothing going on this chapter, angst if you squint? A bit of humor, a bit of wholesomeness, BUT you do have a potty mouth🤭

(Disclaimer: I do know how the hierarchy of the Catholic church works irl and this fic DOES NOT reflect that. And if you’re a devout Christian reading this and you’re mad: 1. I’m also Christian (I kinda suck at it though unfortunately) and 2. What are YOU doing reading this? That’s not very Proverbs 31 woman of you🤫)

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How does a little boy who would spend literal hours laying in the grass stargazing, sharing dreams of traveling the world, living life unapologetically, meeting new faces and doing any and everything all at once, turn into a man who’s shut himself off from it all?

With your head bowed, you steal a glance at a praying Yunho in the adjacent pew as your Pastor leads the church congregation in a closing prayer. Your lips curve upward at Yunho’s form. His hands clasped against his chest, body hunched over, forehead resting against the back of the pew in front of him. The same way he’d always pray when you both were little. A creature of habit.

With Sunday Service concluded (finally) you make a b-line for the door as subtle and polite as you possibly can, but the endearing nature of church family wanting to see how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to stops you dead in your tracks, much to your dismay. You rush through your interactions, finding yourself more invested in how natural Yunho looks as he speaks with the Pastor, both laughing at a funny remark one of the Deacons say in passing. Damn him for being so good at this shit. You hug your last inquiring church sister and slip out before someone decides to start asking about your dating life.

The drastic change of temperature from the inside of the warmed church to the frigid December afternoon seizes your body for a second as your common sense and critical thinking comes flooding back to you in an instant…You left your coat on the fucking pew. “You’re shitting me.” your annoyed words of condensation visible in the cold air. You stare blankly between the ground, and up at the overcasted sky, your internal battle deciding if walking back inside to face the music is even worth it.

“Fuck no.”

You straighten yourself up with what little defense you have against the cold, folding your arms across your chest and nuzzling your face deeper into your thick slouched turtleneck as you make your way towards your car near the end of the parking lot. The faint sound of fast approaching footsteps get louder as someone gains up on you from behind. You feel the welcoming weight of your coat cover your back, slipping your arms in to get acclimated to the warmth of the garment as quick as possible.

“Now, you and I both know that wasn’t a good idea.” Yunho now joins you, walking in step but still a little winded from the run. “I wasn’t trying to go back in there to get bombarded by them.” You both continue towards your car, “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” “Yeah it kind of is.”, “How so?” “Really?” “Well, I know but I was just wonderi-“ “Look babe, my relationship with God isn’t as tight as yours, and I’m sorry that I don’t get as much of a kick from being in church as you do” you fish your keys out of your bag to unlock your car, “not like I used to, at least.” Yunho opens the driver’s door waiting for you to get in, his eyes downcast in thought. “Then, why do you come every Sunday?” you sigh, defeated, “Not every Sunday, I only go when you’re back in town.”

You don’t know what inspired him to do it, but there was some sort of paradigm shift when you both hit puberty that made Yunho change the trajectory of his life. One minute you’re up all night watching tv and playing video games, doing each other’s class work, planning to go to the same university, get matching tattoos, share an apartment together, get careers in similar fields so your jobs can line up that way you probably end up at the same workplace, use your paid time off and sick days at the same time so you can travel and go on vacations together…he even bought you a fucking bracelet.

He bought matching fucking bracelets.

He said gold compliments the warm glow of your skin.

He got his in silver.

He never told you how much it cost, anytime you asked, he was always avoidant.

Feeling a familiar sting in the brim of your eyes, you steal yourself for a moment.

One minute it’s all this, the next, he’s going off states away to some Christian University bible college. Then when you think the war is over, he turns right back around and goes to fuckin’ seminary school to become an ordained priest. You didn’t quite understand it, but whatever makes him happy you guess.

“Whenever you tell me you’ll be back in town I come to church to see you.” “But we still hang out even outside of church? I don’t get it.” “Oh my God Yunho, just don’t worry about it.” somehow, he got you to laugh at the situation. You put your keys in the ignition as the car hums to a start. Yunho finally closes your car door, leaning on your newly rolled down window. “Do you still want me to come by later?” He earns another laugh from you, “Why do you keep asking questions that you know the answer to?” “You’re acting like plans can’t change, what if you actually had to do something!” “You know I’m not doing anything later though!” “Okay but what if you-“ “Don’t piss me off.” “Alright,” he smirks, backing away from the vehicle as you reverse out of the parking space. “Text me when you make it home safe.” He calls out as you pull out of the church parking lot, the rest of the congregation finally starting to file out of the sanctuary. Yunho smiles to himself, heading to his vehicle to leave for the day.

To be continued…

YALL OMFG the way I STRUGGLED just to get this out!?!?! Anyway I’ve decided the interactions will happen in time jumps and the tag I use for Yunho and what he’s been ordained as will reflect that.

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A Perfectly Good Reason

“Xuan-Xuan.”

“Go away,” He Xuan says, without looking up from his phone. He’s tucked away in a library corner, eating cheap ramen and scrolling through an e-copy of a book that he’d been wanting to finish for at least a week. Technically, students aren’t supposed to eat in the library, but there are certain rules you don’t really want to enforce upon a 'Ghost King'.

Speaking of 'Ghost Kings'…

A muffled curse from He Xuan as the village idiot (okay, classmate) (okay, debt holder) (okay, occasional friend, but that is a very infrequent occasional) drapes himself over He Xuan’s shoulders and almost spills his ramen. 

“What do you want now?”

“Nice of you to notice me. Anywayyyyy…” Hua Cheng’s voice lengthens to a drawl; he reaches for a loose lock of hair from He Xuan’s ponytail and idly begins to play with it. “You know the student clubs lists that just came out?”

“Of course I do. They’re pinned up in the main hallway. What about them? And stop touching my hair.”

“Did you happen to see a certain name omitted from a certain list?”

“Oh, that.” He Xuan still doesn’t look up from his phone. “Have you considered that there might be a perfectly good reason why he hasn’t been chosen for the Cooking Club, Chengzhu?”

Hua Cheng does not budge. “I don’t need to consider anything. I practically own this school. Especially-” he tugs at his classmate’s hair again- “you.”

“How could I forget.”

“Besides, just think how upset Gege is right now! He had his heart set on joining the Cooking Club! I consoled him, of course, saying it was all a typographical mistake and of course he made it in. All you need to do is-”

“I know my way around a firewall, thank you very much. I don’t need instructions from you. And if you don’t stop pulling my hair I’m not going to help you at all.”

And so Hua Cheng waits patiently, resting his chin on He Xuan’s shoulder to watch him work. Black Water Sinking Ships- every good hacker has an alias, and He Xuan’s more than merely good. It’s short work, this, almost insultingly easy. He doesn’t even need the program he wrote himself- Nether Water Manor, he calls it. Restricted faculty documents blossom over the screen within seconds. Tap-tap, swipe, a few keys, and finished. 

He Xuan transfers his phone to his left hand so as to reach his ramen better with his right, and holds up his phone so Hua Cheng can see the results. “There. You owe me lunch for a week.”

“Perfect.” Hua Cheng grins with delight and grabs the phone. “Yes. Oh, he’s going to be so happy. I can’t wait to tell him. Wait. Why isn’t his name on top of the list?”

“Because the names are in alphabetical order. You want this to look like an outside job?”

“Yes, actually. I want those idiots to see exactly what happens when-”

“You are unbelievable sometimes.” He Xuan pulls his phone back and resumes tapping. “There. Now it’s two weeks.”

Hua Cheng tugs at the ponytail, for a change. He Xuan makes a noise not unlike an irritated cat and swats his hand away.

“Two weeks, fine." Hua Cheng flicks at the ramen cup. "Now stop eating that cheap garbage.”

He Xuan tilts the last of the noodles into his mouth and swallows. “Then get me something better.”

[streets-in-paradise]

i am back,once again!!

i’m srry i had to

anywayyyyy

okay so i got this idea,could u write about some cute moments between achilles and (fem)reader who loves the beach/anything that has to do w the sea?maybe like a drabble or smth??idk if this is vague but lmk

hahaha, hi!!

( woow, you pick your graphic intros and everything. that shows dedication i love it 💕)

Absolutely, I can do this.

Also, this will be super fitting because, despite the movie left it up to interpretation, his mom is a nereid (greek deity of the sea). When he is not fighting the job of Achilles is beach lol.

It turned out longer than a drabble because I kept thinking on your Achilles x girly/fashionista reader ask from last time and it kinda influencied me into doing a full oneshot mixing bits of both ideas.

Sea lover reader is also a capital city girl moving to Phthia who is quite girly and with a bubbly personality, enjoy <3

The Waves' Caress - Achilles x (Fem) Reader

Warnings: Mention to the sociopolitical things going arround in the Greece of the film ( Agamemnon's imperialism and the big picture civilizatory plan he mentions to Nestor in the scene where he convinces him of calling Achilles through Odysseus.)

Tags: @zoegarfield @lovelybaka

Vocabulary note: Strophion is an ancient times equivalent of a strapless bra, piece of greek clothing that can be imagined to resemble a bathing suit.

A deep love for the sea had allways been a part of you, so wherever fate would take you it was your hope to forever remain near the beach. Movings weren't usual in your life, used as you were to a comfortable lifestye in Mycenae as the daughter of a royal scribe. However, your father was a functionary for an empire in constant expansion. Official scribes were required everywhere to keep registered records and contribute to public order. The pretended civilizatory mission of King Agamemnon counted with that, so it wasn't a great surprise to hear he intended to relocate him on the most conflictive territory of his domains.

Myrmidons had a fame of being the fiercest soldiers of Greece, and his disdain for their strongest local leader was a threat to the very core of the order he intended to establish. Raising the mycenaean presence on the region was his idea to balance things. Populating through migrations of qualified officials and their families was his idea to stabilize politics and he was quite proud of it. So much that he even took the iniciative telling your family about it by himself, never missing the chance of doing awkward jokes only he would find funny.

As he charmingly enlisted the perks of his new position to your father, he punctualized one single downside. With his attention shortly deviated on you, Agamemnon playfully warned him to watch over his beautifull daughter from Achilles and his men.

The attempt of polite praise failed, but you pretended to go on with it to avoid upsetting him. Not surprised, but crushed by the news, all you did was asking if your new home had sight of the sea.

Phthia was a rocky territory where mountains were more abundant than fields, but it also had increíble beaches that became your only comfort in the arrival. As peacefull representatives of an occupation force, your presence was inpopular. Among the multiple functions of scribes there were a few that could be considered benefitial for the community, but your father was also supposed to work with those in charge of keeping track of the taxing.

It was obvious that the king wanted the handfull of new functionaries to handle a situation previous administrators couldn't control efficiently, that you were perfectly fine back in your birth city and adaptation was going to be a struggle.

Feeling more lonely than ever, in a position where you didn't feel comfortable trying to make new friends, all you had were your long walks on the beach.

The caress of the waves was comforting for you, and the salty tears of homesickness felt small mixing in them. Hoping that your sorrow could be temporally washed away, you would often speak out loud as if the forces ruling the water could hear you.

It was about presenting yourself with your fears, your dreads, begging for strenght and bringing small offers so the minor divinities populating those shores would get used to your presence. If mortals weren't going to make you feel welcome for obvious reasons, you could at least develop roots in the land bonding in a spiritual way.

At one given time, you tossed a silver ring for the waves to swallow. A really expensive one that you ripped from your finger with disgust, careless of what your father would say about that. That was your way of showing the local gods that you weren't Interested in the spoiling of their land, and if you had to stay, you wanted to find a spot to belong in doing good.

Lost as you were in your thoughts and prayers, you completely ignored there was a man watching you.

He noticed, and didn't waste time in making you realize of his presence.

" I'm an expert on anger and this doesn't look good. What happened? Did the man who gave it to you failed in behaving as he should? "

You turned back following the sound, only to discover the mesmerizing image of a blond man with piercing blue eyes. Blue as deep as the sea, captivating and haunting. His simple garments, vest and skirt of matching blue tones, made him look like a marine god coming at you.

" There is no man making me suffer other than my king. Unless seaking revenge on his orders, I doubt any myrmidon would want to get close enough for that. "

He smiled with skepticism, almost as if he taunted you.

" I would give you one afternoon in a tavern to prove it wrong. "

You couldn't help smiling and that only encouraged him to get closer pacing calmly in your direction.

" People come and go arround here, but I have a good memory for pretty girls … I guess you must be new. "

The flirting, way faster than what you were used to, was yet consented and very much appreciated. However, you feared the response you had for him would ruin everything.

" My father is the new royal scribe: we just moved and I have nowhere to belong here yet, except for this beach. "

The clarification soften him instead of sending him away.

" I was born here and still belong nowhere, only the sound of the waves bring me clarity. "

That subtle comfort was sweet enough to mean something without breaking the appearance of mightyness.

" I don't seek isolation, but stumble with it for unwillingly representing the evil deeds of Agamemnon. "

He got to close, close enough to smell the scent of your hair mixed with the breeze caressing it.

" I fight his wars, but never do it for him. He is not my king and as long as you are here he doesn't have to be yours either. "

He said enough to be recognized and the name came out softly from your lips.

" Achilles … "

The warrior smirked as a confirmation.

" i have been warned against you: Agamemnon told my father in front of me that you are the doom of every woman. "

Description that had clearly amused him.

" Did you believe it? "

He wanted to know if you were willing to give him a chance of proving himself.

Lost in him as you were, no voice of reason would have made you deny him that.

" It's too early to fall in any assumptions. "

His hands were cassually resting on his hips, eyes glancing at the sea as if he tried to reclaim a lost capacity for keeping distance.

" I come here often, maybe you will find time to form your own perceptions of me. "

An invitation to let him join you that you accepted in a heartbeat. Company was a great improvement and your attraction to him did get you trustfull with ease. The way in which you took his hand in your walk back into the water told him all he needed to know regarding the kind of girl you were.

Bright and pure, so innocent that he was still twirling his mind arround the lively attitude you began to show as fast as you felt safe arround him. There were no traces left of the angry sad girl he reached out to once her loneliness was disrupted.

All smiles for him, even more beautifull than before in his eyes.

More encounters kept happening and the thing wasn't left at random. Since you agreed to see each other with the excuse of your beach walks, the marine wildness became witness of your infatuation.

Without realizing of the meaning in his actions, Achilles began searching for you in every corner of the city hoping to cross ways in the middle of your daily activities. His gaze would search you in the crowds with very little success, making him crave more and more for the next secret meeting.

As most refined girls from the big city, you were one putting great care into your appearance. The pressure for beauty among rich nobles have shaped you that way, but he could tell you were a humble young woman whose harmless vanity couldn't be mistaken for shallowness. You also happened to be very well instructed, prepared to talk of any topic one would bring to you for conversation and always delivering a charming sensitivity into the talk. He sincerely thought you deserved a chance to be loved among his people regardless for the bunch of political servant fools you had arrived with.

Perhaps, because he himself adored you.

With the progression of your meetings evolving into implicit beach dates more surprises kept happening.

Achilles got to find out what that linen dyed of blue he found you buying at the market was for when you showed up one day in a cute match of strophion and skirt that left him breathless.

His blue eyes roamed your figure like the waves's caressing, yet you didn't seem to notice the impact you had on him and quickly ran towards him with your usual lovely carefreeness.

You clinged for a hug rounding his waist with your arms.

" Achilles! Want to go swimming? I came prepared this time. "

The sweetness of your tone made him feel almost guilty for enjoying the moment so much.

" I see, you look like a siren ready to raid the shore. "

The weird compliment made you giggle and excitement pushed you to show off, freeing him to give proper space for him to watch you.

" Do you like it? In Mycenae I used to go swimming with my friends, so my mother allowed me to make a new attire for swimming inspired by the local colour in order to feel more in home … Although I never told her who was my real inspiration."

Your attempt of souding suggestive was too cute and he couldn't resist the tenderness.

" It's perfect, you look so beautifull it's painfull to look at directly … "

Achilles interrupted himself, only to deliver his conclussion in a whisper.

" … And I love knowing you were thinking of me. "

Heat started reaching your face, but you tried to sustain the bravery that got you there.

" I'm always thinking of you. Mother says it seems my head is on some cloud, but in fact it is on the sea. "

Lovefull words started flowing from you with ease simply by staring at him for too long.

" On your eyes, that seem made of it. All its misterious charm compacted in one glance … and I wonder how is that even possible. When we meet, I mistook you for a god of the deepness. An inmortal servant of Poseidon answering my prayers. "

His eyes followed the soft features of your face with discrete adoration.

" You are the miracle I never expected, sweet girl of a love so pure that it's drowning my heart. "

Silently and relentlessly, the few distance between you dissapeared. Achilles held you by the waist and you caressed his cheeks into your first kiss. Although the breeze should have cooled you down, you were feeling your while body on fire and nothing could have stopped it.

As soon as you released each other you made him chase you into the water so the caresses of the waves on your skin would mix with his. Catching you took him a bit because you kept diving away as part of the game, but when he got you in his arms he refused to let you go.

Once you had enough fooling arround, he proved to have one more surprise for you.

His seashell necklace, that he colocated on you after filling the spot with kisses while you were drying together near the shore.

Words weren't enough to thank him, but you tried anyways.

" It's so beautifull! How did you know I wanted one like yours? I was trying to make one myself, but i'm collecting only the prettiest shells I find for it. "

Your reaction caused him a blissfull pride.

" Keep mine, I want you to have it. This way, my men would know you are mine without mycenaeans realizing. A subtle symbol that will make myrmidons respect you. "

The explanation got you even more excited, but you also felt a sudden sense of shame.

" I have nothing to give you in return. "

Achilles chuckled, as if he knew something you didn't.

" Wrong again, pretty one. "

With the cocky comment, he exposed his hand showing off a detail you didn't notice before.

Your silver ring on his finger.

" Impossible! I tossed it away for the deities to take, it should be resting deep in the ocean. "

Achilles enjoyed himself with your child-like amazement.

" Tomorrow, I will take you to see the most beautifull point of our shores. One you don't know yet, where no one dares to go, and there you will meet the one who gave it back to me. "

It confused you even more, but that was understandable.

Achilles was aware you had no idea that you had already won the good sight of his mother with your thoughtfull prayers and sincere love for her essential element.

It was him the one who still had hard work to do in order to charm your parents.

[biconickyoshi]

Currently in a long ass line for early voting (PLEASE VOTE IF YOU LIVE IN THE USA BTW, so many of our rights are at stake!!!) and I got a kudos email from ao3 for The Avatar and the Fire Prince… so I went to check and I now have 3,002 kudos??? 🤯😭

I just wanna say thank you so so SO much to everyone who has taken the time to read this fic - I never in my wildest dreams could have imagined that it would ever get this much attention when I first started posting it way back in January 2022. I even gave up posting for several months after the first couple chapters because I wasn’t confident in my ability to write, and was overcritical of myself. But since December 2022, I’ve done my best to keep up with updating TAatFP at least once a month, and I’m proud to say that I’ve been able to keep up with that fairly well for the most part.

TAatFP is a labor of love and truly one of the only things I’ve ever managed to maintain a vested interest in almost 3 years after starting it. I still literally think about this fic every day (even if I don’t always write for it every day, and I’m so glad I do lol.

It’s really funny to me that despite being a superfan of AtLA since 2007, I was not even a Zukaang shipper until late 2021 when I had my epiphany about the ship, and now it has become my top ship above anything else in any other fandom despite not even being canon! I’m SO happy that TAatFP has opened so many people’s eyes to the potential of the ship!

Anywayyyyy I hope you all have a great Halloween! I’m going to be spending the next week playing Dragon Age: The Veilguard (I took off work for it lmao), so I apologize if the next TAatFP chapter is posted later than usual - though I’ve already managed to get a large chunk of it written thankfully, so hopefully it won’t be too much later than usual.

(Also, I’m sorry that I haven’t gotten to responding to comments for the last two chapters for those who have taken the time to leave them - it’s been a busy couple of months, and I really need to just sit down and answer them all in a chunk 😅)

I appreciate all of you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

- KJ

[arviyya]

I don't have any sins of my own, but I need to see a ship use the Imperius spell during sex 😔 Please?

It's criminal how long it took me to get to this (I've been drowning at work 😭) I also got carried away so it took me extra long.

Anywayyyyy

I gotta say, I love playing with the unforgivables during sex. In my long fic Into the Abyss, we are about to get to Sirius/Barty fucking around with using the unforgivables and experimenting, and we can only imagine where that's headed.

So, here's some rosekiller smut. (tws: cnc, inappropriate use of unforgivables, implied homophobia)

"Ev," Barty clutches tighter to the collar of Evan's shirt. "Please."

Evan sighs, hardly able to resist those green eyes. He leans closer so their lips are barely touching, hot breath mingling between them.

"Fine. But only because you asked nicely."

Evan pushes Barty away from him, pressing him to the bed with one hand on his chest. They're still fully clothed - but that was on request from Barty, a request that everything, everything, happen as a result of the spell.

The sound of a deep sigh escapes Barty's lips as Evan raises his wand. Barty has always liked the feeling of the Imperius curse. After his father used it to try and make him straight he struggled with a sense of self for a long time. That is, until Evan and him were discussing their upbringing late one evening, and Barty finally told him the truth of how his father treated him.

It wasn't deep into the talk that it occurred to both of them that they should try the curses their family used on them. Evan, the Cruciatus Curse, and Barty, the Imperius Curse. They never did talk about why they thought it would help, and they never talked about why it ended up working. It just did.

If Evan had to guess, he would say that through these curses they found the power that had been stolen from them. But that's just a guess.

Something about it feels so good. It's like the magic that courses through their veins is a sweet molasses bringing satisfaction to a desire they stopped denying.

But that's only when they're casting.

Being the subject of the curse, well... the reason behind their desire for that is obvious. For Barty - it takes away the thoughts that burden him even when he's having sex. For Evan - it brings forth the senses he is constantly smothering from years of being told to hide the pain.

Barty was never allowed the autonomy to let go of his thoughts, and Evan was never allowed the autonomy of leaning into the pain. But with each other, they are.

"Are you sure?"

"You know what I like."

"if you say so. Imperio."

Evan holds the spell, Barty's mind suddenly empty, his body pliant. Pleasure sits clear in his iris', an obvious sign that despite the emptiness, he's surely enjoying himself.

Take it off. Evan thinks.

Barty doesn't hesitate, and before he can lose it all quickly, Evan adds,

slowly.

Barty's fingers curl around the bottom edge of his shirt, and Evan watches as he carefully peels it upwards, revealing his toned and slender abdomen, his pink and risen nipples, his defined collarbone. Evan already wants to put his mouth on every inch, tasting every bit of Barty.

He isn't usually so sexually driven, Evan. With most people he couldn't care less about these details, his body never usually responding. But with Barty...

It just feels different. In fact, with Barty, Evan feels irreparable longing. He's positively insatiable.

Now the pants. Slowly.

Evan can feel the anticipation in Barty's chest, the way his body vibrates with need as he's forced to take it all much slower than he usually does. They've practiced the spell enough to where Evan has learned to bring Barty the emptiness in his head that he desires, without taking the feelings from his chest. He feels it all, and Evan can feel it too. All of Barty's love for him, his desire, every touch to his skin, and eventually his orgasm. Evan will feel it all through him, and it adds to his own intensity, his own need.

Barty slowly pulls his pants down, kicking them away.

Next is his boxers.

Evan tells him through his thoughts to remove those as slow as he can. Barty obeys. his fingers carefully pushing them down his body, his cock already full, pressure obvious against the fabric.

As soon as the fabric moves past his cock, it releases and immediately presses against his abdomen, hard and almost painfully aching.

He kicks his boxers to the side and Evan stares down at him, naked and ready while Evan himself is still fully clothed. There's something about the vulnerability that Barty seems to like.

Evan leans down and glides his fingertips over Barty's cheek, moving them down his neck and then his abdomen, stopping just short of his cock. It twitches, and Barty's eyes darken but otherwise he doesn't react. Evan hasn't told him he's allowed to.

He leans down, Barty like his own personal doll, lying there for the taking, and kisses his neck. He sucks without mercy, suddenly ravenous upon his pale skin. And still, Barty doesn't move a single inch.

Evan isn't ready for him to move yet.

But he is ready for,

you can make noises, my love.

It's barely a second before moans and deep, uneven breaths are spilling from Barty's lips. Evan is sure that he'd be squirming too if he could, but he lays still, Evan's lips finding Barty's so he can taste every sound. Their kiss deepens, Evan's tongue seeking the back of his throat. He wants him so bad, but the point of this is to take it slow, and he has to remind himself of that.

Evan breaks from the kiss and moves down his body, lips hovering over his leaking and twitching cock that is practically begging for relief.

Evan will give him some relief. But true relief won't come for a while.

He breathes on it first, teasing by blowing on it from tip, to his balls, and even his hole that already looks ready for him.

Finally, Evan takes the tip into his mouth and runs his tongue the whole length before swallowing it whole. Barty gets louder, and louder, compensating his inability to move with noises and Evan loves it. Like music to his ears.

The taste of Barty runs over his tongue and Evan's eyes roll just from the sensation alone, his own cock starting to fill. A part of him wants to jump straight to the finale but no. He has more patience than that.

Spread your legs.

Barty doesn't hesitate, doing what Evan asks him to do. Evan, taking the opportunity moves down from his cock, taking a moment to suck each ball as he goes before reaching his hole. It's puckering, asking for attention and Evan is there to give it.

He gently rolls his tongue around the outside, and Barty let's out a choked sigh that tells Evan he wants more, more, more.

"Okay, love, I hear you."

Evan pushes his tongue inside before licking over the top of it again. Every noise Barty makes sounds garbled with the desire to speak but that's not what Evan told him he could do, is it?

After a few minutes of this, Evan can feel his own cock pressing against the fabric of his clothing, aching for friction. Sometimes it's difficult to control himself, difficult to resist the urges because it only happens with Barty.

When he pulls his mouth away, he runs a single finger over his hole, pushing in just to a single knuckle. He watches as Barty's eyes widen, his brows pinching in pleasure as Evan crooks his finger just enough to hit the spot that always makes Barty preen. Right now, he can't. So it's even more satisfying to hear the noises spill from him.

"Like that, baby?" Evan practically growls, his voice low and husky.

Barty can't answer, which makes it even better.

"The most perfect little slut there ever was," Evan whispers, "So perfect, just for me. You like being used, don't you?"

Again he can't answer, and Evan simply smirks at him.

Evan stands up, gazing down at him with a tilted head, admiring him like a canvas. Him and his spread legs, fluttering hole, and dripping cock.

"Get on your knees."

Barty slides off the bed and obeys as Evan slides his own pants down leaving him bare. His rock hard cock right in Barty's face.

"Suck."

Barty immediately takes him in hand and swallows him down without finesse. Evan gasps, eyes rolling back as he focuses on the sensations. It sends shivers down his body in ripples, and his whole body, his very skin vibrates with trembles at the pleasure.

Tears slide down Barty's face as he gags on Evan's cock which is shoved down his throat. Evan gazes down at him, a look of utter devotion on his face. He threads his fingers in Barty's messy dark hair and grips tight, holding him in place while Evan fucks his throat.

Pleasure builds in his abdomen so he pulls out.

"Stop."

Barty does, and stares up at him, drool on his chin, tears running down his cheeks.

"On the bed, love. Spread your legs."

Barty obeys, a look of desperation in his eyes.

"You're so ready for me, aren't you, baby?"

Barty doesn't answer, but Evan knows by the way his chest fills with affection that it's a yes.

Evan brings his wand to Barty's hole and whispers the incantation to prep him. He whines, and Evan's brows knit at the sound. As much as Evan tries to keep his composure, Barty really has the power to rip him apart at the seams.

Evan guides himself into Barty, slowly but surely, whines and moans filling the air between them. As soon as Evan bottoms out they both gasp, and suddenly Evan is filled with an insatiable desire. He grips Barty at the hips, his fingers pressing purple bruises into his skin and pulls him even closer so he can lean over him, Evan's lips finding their way from his neck to his collar bone sucking bruises as he goes.

Meanwhile, he slides himself in and out, every thrust sending pleasure through his body and to his fingertips and toes. He can feel Barty's pleasure too, holding the spell on him wandlessly, his every rush of affection and love almost tangible.

There are several moments where they exist in a tumultuous storm of intensity, sweat on both their bodies, tears in Barty's eyes, Evan's brows pressed together, his tongue rolling over one of Barty's nipples as he thumbs the other. His other hand tugs as Barty's hair which elicits a rather vulgar whine from him. He's still so pliant beneath him, moving wherever Evan moves him like a doll ready to be toyed with.

At some point Evan instructs him to pleasure himself, to stroke his own cock and he does, eyes rolling back. Evan also instructs him not to come until he tells him to which brings even more ridiculously hot whines into the air.

Evan moves up to his mouth to taste them, dropping his own hand down to Barty's cock and whispering an order for him to stop so Evan can take over.

"You want to come don't you?" Evan asks in a whisper as he presses his thumb to Barty's tip, using the cum to slide up and down his cock. "You can answer, love."

"Yes, please, Evan, fuck, please-I'll be so good, please let me-" his voice breaks off into another moan. Sweat drips down his forehead and chest, and Evan knows his spell may not even be strong enough to stop him.

So Evan stops.

He stops thrusting, stops moving his hand, stops kissing.

A look of panic flashes in Barty's eyes, and Evan can practically hear him begging already.

He wraps his arms around Barty and picks him up, still inside him and walks them over to the nearest wall where he pushes Barty against it. He doesn't move yet, but kisses him instead, attempting to stave off his own intense need to come.

It doesn't help much, but it does help enough, his cock still twitching inside him.

"I love you so much, Evan whispers against Barty's lips and Barty simply sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he leans limp against the wall. Evan has his arms wrapped around him, holding him so tenderly, and he can tell Barty loves it by the flutters of his heart.

"Almost there, baby," Evan whispers and whines, "You can come soon, almost there."

Evan grabs one of Barty's wrists and presses it against the wall, holding it back as if Barty might resist even though he can't. Evan doesn't know why, but he loves having this power over Barty. He loves moving him and manipulating his body to his hearts content, he loves being in his head. He thinks it's the lack of autonomy he had as a kid, but he doesn't put too much thought to it.

Before he knows it, he moving in and out of Barty again, increasing his speed and Barty looks utterly debauched. His cheeks that pretty red color they get when he has lost all witts about him, every bit of him at Evan's mercy. Evan can tell that Barty is breaking through the spell, through no effort or fault, by the way his thighs are trembling, and his toes are curling.

Evan's mouth breaks into a grin as he goes in to kiss Barty again, pleased to see that the intensity of his pleasure is enough to push through the curse.

With more urgency, Evan strokes Barty's cock again in time with each thrust, knowing that he's hitting all of his sweet spots. With his mouth over Barty's nipple, he whispers, "Okay, baby. You can come, but don't move otherwise."

He loves watching Barty struggle against the curse as he comes. He loves watching his arms twitch, his whole body vibrate, as the desire to writhe under the sensory overload takes him over.

His toes curl and his head pushes back against the wall as he spills over Evan's hand, his arms hanging limp other than twitching at his side, clenching around his cock.

That is all Evan needs before he too is coming into Barty. Evan loses all sense of time as his own orgasm drags out, Barty still riding after shocks. Evan buries his face in Barty's neck, inhaling his scent before digging his teeth into skin as he breathes heavily through it all.

Pleasure sinks in around them intermingling with the love in their chests. It's momentous, just as it always is. Casual has never been something they understand. But that's okay, Evan hates casual anyway. Everything is always intense with him.

Somewhere in the midst of his own orgasm, the curse had wore off. Barty is now kissing his collarbone, sucking, biting, his hands drawing red lines down Evan's back under his shirt which he never took off. Whispers fill Evan's ear between the kisses.

Whispers of love.

Carefully, still lightheaded and completely dismantled, Evan carries Barty over to the bed and they fall into it together as a tangled of limbs. At some point one of their waves their wand to clean the mess and kill the lights.

All Evan knows before he falls asleep is the sound of heavy breaths slowing, the feel of kisses on his face, the sensation of warmth around his spent cock. Still inside Barty, both comfortable and happy with it there.

Both satisfied and so deeply in love.

Welp that was fun. Didn't expect so many kinks to make an appearance but that's that. Enjoy :]

[one-chaotic-neautral]

Im officially asking to be crowned as "sbi!atla au's #1 fan" because im ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED, YOU HAVE NO IDEA IM SO HYPED!!!

!DISCLAIMER IM ABOUT TO WORD-VOMIT!↓

Okok at first i thought that Techno would 100% be a fire bender but after reading ur explanation it makes so much sense for his character to be a water bender

And (just an idea! You don't have to include it or anything) i would love to see people assuming he's a non bender bc he fights without using water and then he just STARTS CONTROLLING THEIR BODY!! BECAUSE THATS THE ONLY(?) FORM OF WATER BENDING HE KNOWS!!

Like- that could be a huge character arc for him; learning to use water bending in other forms

Anywayy, im just brain storming here lol

Also, i love niki as a firebender! It matches her dsmp character so much and it gives so much potential for her

For me, I definitely see Tommy as a firebender, he's got a personality that could only be described as 'fiery', hes THE personification of fire;

Persistent, ambitious, never giving up, fiercely protective, and even, consistent and unchanging

Because if we take a look at his dsmp character, he's all of the above! And please let me explain the last two

Ctommy went through a lot of changes and situations but at his core level, he kept those same characteristics that defined him from the start of the story, till the very end.

Yes, he matured and grew up, yes he went through trauma that definitely influenced him heavily

But he (and if you'd allow me this comparison here>) never became a whole different person like i believe cwillbur did. Cwillbur went from an ambitious leader fighting against corruption and false-power to --not only siding with said self-proclaimed figures of power -- but also becoming so corrupt himself, that he got lost inside the chaos around him, and the chaos inside his mind

CTommy never did. Even if it became borderline obsessive at some point, he knew what he wanted/what the goal was;

The discs and L'manburg

The discs; a symbol of friendship to his best friend tubbo (reminding him of who was beside him at those early dsmp moments), and also a symbol of capability for himself. He alone acquired those discs. Not by stealing them, without any help. His first time having something entirely his. It's a symbol of strength, of confidence. A way of showing that he can do anything himself, if he wished.

And L'manburg; a symbol of revolution, of resistance against the ones hungry for power. A symbol of equality, togetherness, brotherhood, family even!

C tommy always stayed true to those two, whether it was the physical embodiment of those or the things they symbolised.

And i just realised I've been rambling about ctommy for around 10 paragraphs, the spirit of ctommy possessed me. I genuinely don't know what took over me, but im definitely not getting saved if im analyzing dsmp in our year of our lord and saviour Twich Prime, 2024

(IM SORRY, I HAD TO)

Anywayyyyy

Anything you decide to do with ranboo, i think would be a great choice. I'd love them as the avatar, but I'd love anything you do with them either way

THANK YOU FOR DOING MY BOYS TUBBO AND SAM JUSTICE!! THEY'RE DEFINITELY EARTHBENDERS, NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND!

Thank you for reading all that, and for making the au! It's honestly amazing :D

(also you don't have to post this ask if you don't want to!)

(ill be waiting for permission to put "#1 'whatever name you decide it should be' au fan" on my blog)

Have a great day/night ^-^

You have absolutely permission for the crown, and I Love hearing your thoughts on this!!

I like the idea of Techno only being able to bloodbend at first, and I think I may incorporate that more into his narrative more now.

What I was thinking for his backstory was that he was ostracised and cast out from his village as a young child, being born albino with red eyes instead of blue he was considered cursed (or at best the child of an affair), but when his bending talent manifested he could only bloodbend which scared his people thinking he was a demon or something, so they left him in the tundra to die.

He survived ofc, but the isolation and trauma of living alone for so long manifested the voices (like schizophrenia but I think maybe it's instead a sign of the blood god worsened by schizophrenic symptoms). He always had them, urging him to bloodbend, but they were worsened to become noticable during that time. The bloodbending and albinism being the blessing / incarnation of the blood god, kinda like Yue was of the moon spirit when she was a baby.

He later learns to control water too, but I think he's quite a skilled swordsman, so for his fighting technique that doesn't involve bloodbending he uses weapons he's waterbended into shape and turned to ice. I'm working on some designs for this I'll post later, but in his updated ref you can see a hilt on his belt which he'll make the blade out of ice with (he could do the whole thing, but it'd be cold and uncomfortable, as well as less structurally secure).

The pole on his back works to make his axe and stuff. Then I think he makes a trident out of plain ice. This also gives them the appearance of being blue like diamond gear which I think is neat.

Tommy is also such a great character to work with, even if Techno's my fav Tommy's probably going to be the main protagonist if I get round to making a narrative. You're so right that he embodies all the firebender traits, I think I will end up going with firebending for him now.

I'm not sure if I'll include c!dream in this au or not considering I'm not really into him, but he does have a lot of involvement in Tommy's dsmp lore and development. If I do bring him in then he'd probably do the classic manipulation, probably try to 'train' tommy or smth and isolates and controls him.

I imagine Tommy's bending is actually pretty weak, or starts out that way cause he never had a proper teacher (methinks the other help him later), which makes him a bit insecure and leads to him learning how to be resourceful in other ways cause he can't rely on it.

I really like the discs being something he didn't steal but earned. I think one of the reasons that they'll be so important to him now in the au is because he's a poor thief who's had to steal everything in life to survive, so to have something he wholly earned himself, along with the symbolism of them, is something that means a lot and he takes pride in it. Thanks for bringing that up cause it'll be very useful for his development.

Just gonna leave it with those two for now, I should head to bed haha, good morning/night!

There's so many things I wanna do with this au, Thank you for showing an interest in it, it makes me want to finish more of my drawings lol :)

[gamerbearmira]

OHHHH SPOOKY FOGGGG

Sorry for the inactivity, I've been busy 😔

ANYWAYYYYY have some SH au <333 At least until I can finish this snippet for Giftless Grandkids. I'll also be able to get my iPad back soon :DDD

RAHGGGGGGGG ALMA'S GONNA GO THROUGH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER RRRR WTF IS A HAPPY AUUUU

leg git it

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Alma walked through the foggy town. It was nothing like she remembered. She wondered if Casita would still even be there. Or maybe her memory was failing her. She was getting up there...

She walked along the road. It was quiet. Too quiet, and too empty. For what was supposed to be a bustling town, it was dead silent. Not a word could be heard, and it terrified her, to some extent. She knew there was no threat, but...it just felt...off.

Her eyes landed on a threshold head. The metal carvings, the stone wall. She read the letters at the top.

Cemetery.

She grimaced, swallowing thickly before going inside. She placed a hand in the pocket of her skirt, fiddling with the piece of paper. Her mind swirled; those words, those words repeating over and over. Words from a letter from a person who shouldn't even be alive. But now she had hope. There was some semblance of it, anyway. Her memory might be fading, but there were just some things she couldn't forget.

Right?

She walked through the cemetery, looking at the tombstones. They were all blank, with strange writings and random letters carved into them. Almost like they were encrypted. Her hands went to touch one that had a small angel sitting on top when she heard shuffling behind her.

She jumped, whipping around. "Hello?" Her eyes darted. "Who's there?"

It took a moment, but a strange figure began to emerge from the fog. "Hello?"

It was a man. He couldn't have been much older than Isabela or Dolores. He looked confused, lost. Alma walked around, grabbing his hands as he frantically looked around, glancing at a tombstone. "Are you okay, mijo?"

The man blinked, looking at Alma. He had wide, shocked brown eyes. He finally seemed to notice her, and jumped. "W-What? Who—"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Alma spoke, noticing his silence. "I'm a little lost. Could you help me?"

The man blinked again, before pulling away a bit, almost more confused. "Lost?"

"I-I'm looking for Encanto Hill. I can't find my way; it's so foggy," Alma said. She pointed down the road. "Is this the right way?"

"Er, yeah," the man nodded. "It's a bit hard to see, but just follow the road."

"Gracias," Alma was about to leave when the man grabbed her sleeve.

"W-Wait! You shouldn't go there. Something's off about that town, I just don't think..." he paused, as if trying to remember something.

Alma turned to meet his gaze. "Is it dangerous?"

"Maybe? But it's not the fog, there's...I..." the man was interrupted by Alma, who waved him off a bit.

"It's okay. I understand, I'll be careful," the man looked a bit frightened.

"No, really!" His voice held some exasperation.

"No, I believe you," Alma laughed softly. "I guess...I don't really care about the danger. I'm going anyway. I need to find someone."

"Really? Who?" The man curiously asked.

"Someone really important to me," Alma whispered, a distant look in her eyes. "Someone who I want nothing more than to see again."

"Oh. Me too. I'm looking for my mamá," the man wandered, mumbling to himself. Alma watched him for a bit, before he finally seemed to notice his mumbling. "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm talking to myself again."

"No, no, you're fine," Alma waved at him, walking back towards the road. "I hope you find her!"

He waved back, almost unsure, afraid. "You too!" The man watched her walk away. "You too..."

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YIPPEEEEEE ALMA!!!

But what angst will she go through....and who was tat mysterious man.........hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........

Jk, it's Mariano lmaoooooo he needed to make hi appearance

I need to do some stuff for that Mariano centric AU. There's like. None within the Encanto Fandom, it's kinda crazy considering how well liked he is :(((

MORE LATERRRRRRR AOS GUESS WHO FINALLY GOT A CAR 😛😛😛

Alma when she encounters her first monster and realizes the man in the cemetery was right:

[fayedartmouth]

Hi! 2 questions!

1. Do you have an update on your progress with your fix it? There are so many good ones on ao3 right now, but i check your page every day just to see if you comment on it or post a snippet! I literally can’t wait! So i would love to hear where you are in that process!

2. Something i just started thinking about. I remember in season 1. Kie talks about her kook year and she mentions how she got so depressed she was starting to consider self harm. It’s like never brought up again, but it is something we know she has struggled with in the past. Obviously we know JJ struggles with some similar things. It felt like such a waste to me that we never saw those two characters talk about it. especially considering everything jj went through in season 4 and the fact they were dating. I would loved to see them connect over that and talk through and heal together from that. Sooooo I was wondering if that’s something you plan to address in any of your future fics and if not if you would be willing to write a one shot about it? Either where they talk about it or where one of them tries to hurt themselves and they talk about it? or it could be on the boat in season 4. You know when he’s fully spiraling and nobody does ANYTHING.

Anywayyyyy, I love all your fics so much! You’ve been a huge part of this grieving process!

I wish I could write faster, like so much faster. Fix-it is currently pushing 150k. That's good! I just think it's probably only like half complete. And since I don't post unfinished fics to AO3, it just means there will be some waiting involved.

(As an aside, I'm also working far too much on the SECOND fix it fic because I keep talking to @woudsohfiv about it and she keeps asking me to and now I have 25k of THAT fic done as well. And I'd be lying if didn't say I had written a few scenes for the THIRD fic as well. I just like some scenes, lol.)

So I will have to post snippets to keep people interested -- and believing that I am, in fact, writing this monstrosity.

I'll dump one below.

As for point two! I hadn't really thought about it BUT arc 2 is going to have a lot of Kiara's struggles. She's in a very bad head space and she hits her rock bottom in arc 2. So I can probably definitely weave that into her POV. And arc 3 is reconciliatory for JJ and Kie, and they will both be confessing a LOT of secrets -- I can probably also bring that in. Given what JJ has to confess to her, her sharing that might actually really help and make sense, all things considered.

Okay, so snippet below! Let me ask this -- I'm never unsure of how much is too much -- or if spoilers are a problem. Do you prefer snippets that don't reveal too much? Or do you like snippets that provide key plot points? I'm just really bad at picking them!

The scene below is set at the end of their stint on the OBX in season -- when they set out to sail for Morocco. One huge thing I'm working with is providing more insight into the characters -- so we're getting more of JJ's trauma and a lot more concern from the Pogues. Everyone will be more likable and sympathetic than whatever it was we saw on screen.

“It’ll be the last time we see her, I guess,” JJ said.

John B looked at him, a little taken aback.  JJ’s face wasn’t colored with hurt; if anything, he seemed calmer than he had been.  As if looking in the face of the inevitable had solidified him somehow.

It was unsettling, to say the least.

But could John B say it was surprising?

Was any of this surprising?

He was pissed at JJ – he <i>was</i>.  JJ had cost them everything, and he had put them all on the line.  

But he’d said it before, back when they were just kids.  It didn’t matter whose fault it was.  This was a relationship, and JJ was his best friend.  JJ was his brother.

JJ was hurting; JJ was reeling.

He was watching JJ unravel in front of him, and anger didn’t get him anywhere.  Not when JJ’s troubles came from a place of pain, a place so deep in JJ that he hardly let it show.  A place so encompassing for JJ now that he didn’t know how to hide it.

His heart ached, then, as he watched JJ’s face.  Staring at the only place he’d ever felt happy.

The only home he’d ever had.

JJ wasn’t bidding goodbye to Poguelandia.

He was bidding goodbye to the very idea of home.

The very idea of family.

“JJ,” he said, and he wet his lips, looking for the words.  “We don’t know that.”

When JJ looked at him now, his expression was funny.  There was something there, seated deeply in his eyes.  Not quite amusement; not quite reassurance.  Almost like he wanted to believe John B – but knew he couldn’t.

It was almost pity.

“John B, I’m wanted for murder.  I burned down the town.  Breaking, entering, looting, arson–”

John B felt his chest start to tighten.  “Shoupe said we could make it go away.”

JJ smiled.  But tired.  Small.  <i>Weary</i>.  “The things I’ve done can’t just disappear,” he said, and he nodded back at the retreating view of Poguelandia.  “I’m the reason we can’t go home.  I’m the reason it’s gone.  Me.”

Back on the beach, with Shoupe on their tails, he had wanted to hear that.  He’d needed JJ to take responsibility and own up to it.  For losing their home.  For putting them all in danger.  For putting Sarah – and the baby in danger.

But that was the problem, in the end.  JJ knew his faults.  JJ knew them better than the rest of them.  He had internalized them all his life.  Luke had made sure JJ understood that much:  that he was the problem.

So much so that JJ made himself the problem.

During the last 18 months, John B often let himself forget that those memories still haunted JJ.

Standing there with him, looking back at the wreckage of the last week, he reminded himself how willfully naive he’d been.  Like 18 months could undo what JJ had spent 18 years learning.

JJ didn’t need to take the blame.

JJ needed to believe – for the first time in his life – that he could do better.  That he had a future.  Not the one Luke beat into him.  Not the one Groff had left him behind for.  But they one they were going to build – together.

Blame and fault – that was what went before.

Hope and change – that was what had to get them forward.

JJ had plenty of the former and, John B realized with a growing dread, almost none of the latter.  

JJ lips quirked up, his smile wry.  It didn’t reach his eyes as he shook his head and looked down again.  “I’m the reason we lost it,” he said quietly, and there was no condemnation they could make that matched what JJ already felt for himself.  “I’m the reason we lost everything.”

John B swallowed, and when he blinked, his eyes were burning.  “It was just a house, JJ.  It was land,” he said.

JJ looked up, eyes wide.  He made a choked off laugh, pointing to the shoreline behind them.  “It was our business, our home – <i>everything</i>.”

It had never been just a house.  It had never been just land.  John B knew that; that was why it’d been so easy to forgive JJ after he blew so much money buying it.  He knew what it meant then, to own it, to take it back for himself.

He knew what it meant now, to lose it.

Denial, though, was the only friend John B had, more long-lasting than JJ.  He drew himself up, shaking his head.  “Well, we’ll find the Blue Crown.  We’ll get another fortune.  And we’ll make another one.”

He spoke it with conviction.  Did he believe it?  Was it something he was sure of?

He had to believe it.  They’d done the impossible before – so many times.

All because John B told them they could.

JJ had never doubted him.

But now, standing there on the deck, he could see the change.  JJ doubted him now.

John B’s passion had always been enough for the both of them.

JJ had lost too much, though.  Passion, hope, belief – not even revenge.  John B had the growing fear that none of it would be enough for JJ now.  People weren’t inexhaustible.  Spirit wasn’t indefatigable.  Humanity had limited resources, and everyone ran out when pushed too long and too hard.

Even JJ.

Especially JJ.

“You make it sound easy,” JJ said finally, and his voice was small.  There was no anger; there was no vitriol.  But the sound was laden with regret.

The life not realized.

JJ had seen it for a second – a fleeting second – the possibility.

Now, he was standing face to face with a bleaker reality.  One he could no longer see his way past.

He couldn’t bullshit this.  He couldn’t pretend like it wasn’t real, not when they were running from the law, making a last-ditch effort to save everything.  “It wasn’t easy last time.”

John B knew his own hubris had started this.  It had been his insistence that set them on this path, putting all of them in danger time and time again.  JJ had wanted him to stop once.

Now, he wasn’t sure JJ could keep doing this at all.

For all their sakes, he had to.

“B, that’s the point.  I don’t know if we can do it again – if we can capture that same magic that got us here,” JJ said with a short, hot exhale.  He shook his head, gesturing helplessly to the horizon, where land was growing distant. He looked down, seeming to shrink into himself.  “I don’t know if I can do it again.”

JJ had always been able to do that, to make himself smaller somehow.  The way he held himself, the way he tried to make himself disappear.  As if he could will himself out of existence once and for all.

John B reached out, taking JJ by the shoulder to keep him from retreating further.  “We’re going to find that crown.  We’re going to fix everything.”

Looking out across the water, JJ seemed to sigh.  He knew JJ, better than anyone.  He knew JJ had a finite ability to fight.  He knew that his defenses only last so long before they just fell.

He was pretty sure they were almost there.

Or, as he looked at JJ’s face, looking tiredly across the water, he thought maybe they were already there.

“I want that,” he said softly.  His voice was quiet over the sound of the engine almost lost in the churning of the water beneath the hull.  He looked at John B.  “For you guys.  I want that.”

John B felt the twinge in his chest.  “For <i>us.</i>”

He said it with force and certainty.  It was an effort to convince JJ.

But JJ just looked away again.  “I don’t know anymore.”

The admission was small – and huge all at the same time.  That twinge deepened, and John B felt the flutter in his chest send a wave of panic down his spine.  “JJ, I’m serious,” he said.  “This is for us.”

It wasn’t enough to bring JJ’s gaze back to him.  If anything, the sadness seemed to settle.  It seemed to take hold.  “Maybe it shouldn’t.”

The words were soft.

They hit <i>hard</i>.

There was something about them.  Something futile.  Something resigned.

Something like giving up.

All the years, he’d known JJ.  JJ hadn’t quit.  He’d gone through so much shit – too much shit – and always got back up swinging.

Something had changed.

Looking at JJ, he worried everything had changed.

And he didn’t know how to undo it.  He didn’t know how to fix it.

John B didn’t know how.

“What?” he asked instead.

JJ shrugged with a quiet sense of loss.  “You said it yourself,” he said, giving John B a tired look.  “This is my fault.  All of this.  Is <i>exclusively my fault.</i>”

It was true, was the thing.  John B had said it.  He’d practically demanded it, pinned JJ down, backed him into the corner until the admission was forced out of him.  In the moment – as it all came crashing down – he’d needed JJ to take that accountability.  He’d needed JJ to stop and realize what he’d done.

With emotions high – and stakes higher – it had mattered.

Because JJ didn’t think.  He never thought.

But then, John B had always known that.

And he knew why.

JJ didn’t know how.  JJ had no means for it.  He had no emotional grounding for it.

When most people were drowning, they saved themselves.  It was normal human reaction to put yourself in the lifeboat first.  It was what they all did.  It was what John B did.

It wasn’t what JJ did.

When push came to shove, JJ would jump out of the boat every single time.

JJ would drown so they could float.

And sometimes, it was easy to let him.

“I know,” he said, sighing heavily.  “But I didn’t mean–”

JJ looked at him.  The look on his face was hard to explain.  It was something John B hadn’t seen before.  JJ had been beaten down a lot in his life.

But John B had never seen him <i>broken</i>.

Not like this.

“You did,” JJ said.  There was no malice; there was no anger.  Just acceptance.  “And you were right.  All of you were right.  I ruin everything.  Everything falls apart because of me.”

John B felt his gut twist.  That had never been his point.  “I just wanted you to think about the consequences of your actions–”

“I know,” JJ said.  “I’m a moron.  I’m just stupid.  I mean, come on.  Luke wouldn’t have beat a kid who did it right.  And Groff – he wouldn’t have tried to kill me if I was <i>worth anything</i>.”

The self loathing now rippled just beneath the surface.  JJ’s face was taut with his, his voice heavy.  “JJ, shut up,” he said.  He inhaled sharply, curbing his emotions as best he could.  “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

But JJ didn’t.

JJ didn’t know it.

JJ didn’t know it at all.

The funny thing about it all was that JJ didn’t need accountability.  No one hated JJ – more than JJ himself.  Luke had beaten him down.  Groff had broken him.

And John B had scattered the pieces all across the OBX in a self-righteous haze.

It wasn’t his fault.

But what was it he’d said?  That it wasn’t about blame?

It was just about the way two people who loved each other could hurt each other.  It was just about how two people who loved each other owed the other one everything, just for one more chance to make it right.

“JJ, good things are going to happen,” he said, stepping closer and holding his gaze.  “I swear, J.  This is going to work out.  It <i>is</i>.”

In the dying light, JJ looked stripped down.  The color washed from his face and the pretenses gone in his eyes.  John B had a sudden, horrible thought, that no matter what happened on this trip, no matter what they found, it would never make up for what JJ had lost.

“I don’t think I get good things,” JJ said, and he exhaled, a small breathless smile with no humor.  “I don’t think I get any good thing, B.”

It wasn’t just the words, the fleeting thoughts.

It was the certainty.

It was the plain certainty written all over JJ’s face, carried like a weight on his shoulders that he would never shrug off.

And John B had wanted to place blame.

Like JJ hadn’t spent his entire life thinking it was his fault.

“JJ,” he said, his own breath catching.  He shook his head.  “Why would you say that?”

He knew why.  John B had known why since the first day JJ showed up at the Chateau, bloody and bruised.  The day he insisted, swore up and down that he was fine, that he was okay, that his dad loved him.

The only way to love a world that hated you, after all, was if you took the blame.

And carried it all your life, right down to the grave.

“I don’t deserve them anyway,” JJ said.  “I mean, I had a good thing — I had the best thing, everything I ever wanted.  I had you guys, I had the charter, I had Kie—“

His voice broke, the weight of his words filling the void between them as John B didn’t trust himself to speak.

“And I threw it away,” JJ continued, voice falling soft into the stillness as he looked back across the water.  He looked at John B, swallowing hard.  “And worse, I took all of you down with me.”

John B stepped closer, taking JJ by the arm.  “Hey, none of that bullshit," he said.

JJ frowned.  “But you said—“

John B rolled his eyes.  “I was mad.  I was stressed.  I didn’t mean it.”

JJ’s face contorted.  “You should have,” he said and quickly shook his head as he pulled out of John B’s grasp.  “You did.  You were right.”

“No, because this isn’t just you or me.  It’s all of us together,” he said.  “P4L, remember?”

JJ physically flinched at the familiar invective.

John B pressed it.  “We went down together, okay?” he said.  “We’ll get back up together, too.”

And for a moment, JJ held his gaze.  For a moment, JJ heard him,

For a moment, JJ believed him.

But the reality crashed back in, and JJ looked away, blinking hard as he breathed heavily.  “We’ll see,” he mumbled, wholly unconvinced.

He wanted to reassure him.  He wanted to fix this.

Because JJ was his best friend.  JJ was his brother.  John B had lost too many people. He couldn't lose another one, not JJ

It wasn’t the same, though.  It didn’t work the way it used to.

JJ was right here with him, and he’d never been further away.  John B had known this from the start.  JJ wasn’t reckless for the sake of pissing them off.  JJ wasn’t reckless because he was stupid or selfish.  JJ was reckless because he was scared.

JJ was reckless because he would rather choose his own pain than endure what others gave him.  The race had been a sign that JJ was losing control, and John B hadn’t done anything.  Then with Luke, Groff, the land, the riot.

John B had been so wrapped up in himself that he’d lost sight of JJ.

Now, even as he tried to steer them to salvation, he worried he might lose JJ altogether.  Death took many forms, he knew this from experience.  The worst ones happened while your heart was still beating and air still moved in your lungs.

Because JJ <i>was right here</i>.

But he felt further away than ever.

[columbiastapshoes]

hello twin peaks fandom. i just finished the og 2 seasons and for the later half of season 2 i put live reactions in my notes app. here are the highlights <3 (lmk if u want the full version it’s so much longer)

‼️spoiler warning‼️ ALSO if you read me saying ‘evil cooper’ i am talking about windom earle. i did not know there would be a literal evil cooper. at the end of the reactions ‘evil cooper #2’ is referring to cooper’s doppelgänger <3 also also!! the double return means it’s a new collection of notes that i wrote down in the same moment if that makes sense? i wanted to do screenshots instead of the actual text but alas i can only upload ten </3

- "psychological evaluation" he already has an autism diagnosis leave bro alone

- ok hang on. if josie dies and harry couldn't protect her. then. parallels with caroline dying and cooper couldn't protect her. Hm :3 (update! david lynch the man that you are.)

- "what is the greatest gift one human being can give to another?" and bobby and i make the same 🤨 face

- weasel. right. yes. i am following this conversation

- sksksksksk save the weasels

- sorry

- im really sorry

- this is the worst possible person to be helping rn. unfortunately he is incredibly smart.

- earle is dale if he used his autism for evil

- i certainly hate you james fwiw!!

- you guys have started over again like 30473938 times stop it

- "please come home with me" "actually you should go" GUYS

- done with y'all where are the queers

- cooper appears from a bush and goes "you never loved her anywayyyyy"

- christ this is rough where are my boys

- MY BOYS??? oh no it's you :/

- haha you're not gonna tell him right

- ohhhh dear :3

- im going to kms :3

- hello bri ish man would you like a bo'ol of wo'uh

- chess? great! sheriff to fbi agent. they kiss. they both win

- "have someone keep an eye on him" CUDDLE WIFH HIM COWARD HE CLEARLY NEEDS YOU. YOU ARE THE FIRST AND ONLY PERSON TO CALM HIM DOWN AND ALLOW HIM TO CRY INSTEAD OF YELL. WHAT THENFUCK DALE COOPER DO U REALIZE HOW MUCH HE LOVES U. sigh

- I DONT CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING WEASELS THIS IS SO FUCKING. RGH

- no way they have roblox dress to impress in twin peaks

- OH NO HE EVIL WHITTLES HES LIFERALLY RVIL COOPER

- i wanna kiss this sad sad man very desperately

- break it with a hammer ??? dumdum

- WOWEEBOB !! !!

- "not all men" ur right pete martell would never

- my boys have not been together as much and it's making me STBERE THEY ARE WITH A HOMOSEXUAL ARM AROUND THE SHOULDER

- oh there's a bomb! ok!

- HARRY HAS A GRANDPA SWEATERRRRR I LOVE HIMMM

- they touched hands they wanna make out sooooo bad

- the bomb can wait you guys are in love

- cooper so preeeeetttyyyyyy :333

- andy i love you very dearly

- i love how harry is so gentle and kind and patient with lucy and then he's like ANDY SHUT THE FUCK UP

- girls night (cooper interrogating audrey donna and shelly)

- wow thats comforting if i was told this i would burst into tears or flames

- i love it when cooper is in front of a whiteboard

- "for instance?" i KNEW thats how u would approach dirty talk u fancy motherfucker

- THEY ARE NOT MAKING EYE CONTACT IN AN IMPORTANT CONVERSATION. AUTISM.

- why is bro goth what happened

- evil cooper you need to either do normal foundation or all white WHY ARE HIS TEETH BLAAACK

- bro is NOT siouxsie 😭😭😭

- yeah no shit. is this. news. i knew this before u fbi fuckers did

- URETHRA! ☝️

- you could KISS him? okay evil cooper..

- finished my brownie. crave death

- who is bro talking to

- oh leo hi leo

- it hasn't panned to leo yet i think he's like dead and they'll reveal it in a sec

- oh nom worse than dead ow ow ow ow

- OW OW OW OW OWWWWIEEEEEE

- WHERE DID HE FIND THE TARANTULAS

- dw leo i can take them home. they are my friends

- giggling a lil. about. cooper.

- BY HEAVENS oh my god

- i'm still giggling about cooper but it has turned from "i want him" giggling to "BY HEAVENS!!" giggling

- ok sorry what's the issue i got distracted

- sorry had to rewind two more times BY HEAVENS is taking me out

- i always said this show needed a dance sequence (i never said that)

- jeez u guys suck not u lucy ur eating

- I ALWAYS SAID TWIN PEAKS NEEDED A KICKLINE AND TOP HATS (i never said that)

- closeup on harry's face pls don't i need GRAND THEFT AUTO.

- sorry pete just said grand theft auto.

- can my cats stop beefing i have a show to watch

- WHERE ARE HER DRAPE RUNNERS!!!!

- you don't fucking say things got out of hand Michael.

- most useless side plot i do not care

- CAN MY CATS STOP BEEEEFINGGG

- HOLY SHIT ITS EVIL COOPER TO ME AND EVIL COOPER LITERALLY!!!!!

- how is he not crying and screaming in a fetal position that would be my plan

- why is evil cooper #2 kinda.

- why do i lowkey want evil cooper #2

- TBIS FUCKING KID WITH THE FLASHLIGHT

- bobs camera angle looks like a ring doorbell

thank you!

[riddlingabout]

What's your favourite show from the Hatchetfield series (including NMT)?? Just curious :3

omg hiiiiiii ☺️☺️☺️☺️

this made me smile so big hehe

nerdy prudes all the way, but i love each of them for different reasons

(though i'm yet to watch NMT)

(pls don't kill me, i'm not a nerdy prude)

nerdy prudes made me feel so seen, i've been majorly hyperfixating on it since may, and i have a crush on...literally every single character i think? (which never happens), i could rant about it forever tbh so take this as me very much holding back haha

tgwdlm was my hyperfixation prior to npmd and i was eating sleeping and breathing that soundtrack for months, i love paul and emma and ted and the more that I come to terms with probably being neurodivergent the more those characters (especially jon characters) hold my heart and cradle it 😌

i'm also just a major theatre nerd and i love the design of the show, from the lighting to the mechanics, to joey's totally unnecessary runs of death haha, plus showstoppin number is so deep in my vocal range it makes me feel like a pro when i sing it hehe (I also knew a guy VERY like him irl haha)

black friday i sometimes find confronting to think about in a way that I don't with the others, i'm overdue for a re-watch and re-listen (I've only really been listening to 'take me back' and 'Califor-MIA' because i love the lyrics of the former and the latter is great for my mommy issues and my vocal range haha), i was also THRILLED to see dylan again, even though jon has my heart

anywayyyyy this was a super long answer that probably went way deeper than you wanted but i appreciated the ask so much that i got a little excited, i'd love to hear your thoughts, head canons, opinions, anything! and please feel free to drop by again! my asks and dm's are always here for you 🫶🏻