#at least these fucks have a home to return to. and my people dont

[weirdlizard26]

mannnnn do NOT let me go off thinking abt the war for too long bc apparently there is no future for us lol!

[thetimelordbatgirl]

New school attendance rules (that are stupid as fuck) being published has me learning people didn't even know that the UK fines people for their kids not being in school unauthorized???

[the-knife-consumer]

Forgot just how upsetting gloomed korok forest is

[nmakii]

hello! it is me again

What do you think if Alastor had a breeding fetish? (Idk if that's how it's written, English is not my native language 😿) oops! It would be nice if you brought some of that to the second part of "no one's better than I am" __if you wanted to ;)

| thanks for your time|

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— having you return to alastor, he was more than ecstatic. but, he has to make sure you don’t run off again.

— includes semi-nsfw n pregnancy… i dont condone alastors actions!!

alastor does not want kids. he isn’t against them, but he is rather busy. if he were to be asked, he wouldn’t be the best father either. he doesn’t have much of an idea of how to discipline children, nor does he enjoy playing.

oh, but with his pretty wife home, alastor has to make sure she stays, shouldn’t he? we wouldn’t want another man sweeping you off your feet. neither would he want you running off to the newspapers knowing his little secret— alastor would rather raze the town than hurt his little doe more than necessary.

oh, and, not to mention how gorgeous you’d look; a motherly glow radiating from your skin as you grow a child inside you— a child that was the mixed blood of you and alastor. how you would look so pretty rocking your child to sleep, alastor standing behind you, holding your waist and keeping steady.

alastor gazed at you in awe as you wiped the kitchen counter clean. he took your face in the palm of his hands, kissing you deeply and lovingly, as if your little rebellious incident had never happened.

“alastor? what’s wrong..?” you looked to him confused. “nothing’s amiss at all, dear. just admiring the sights.” he hummed, holding you by the waist as he pushes you onto the now-clean kitchen counters.

as his hands trail further, undoing the knot of your apron— he placed kisses down your neck. “i love you so very much, darling.” he sighed. “say you’re mine, won’t you? say that you belong to me as i do to you.” he pleaded.

your breath hitched as you hesitated. “i… i’m yours, alastor.” you let out, heart stopping a beat as shivers were sent down your spine. did you truly fall in love with him? alastor groaned, smiling widely at your saccharinely sweet words. “ahaha! oh, my dear…” he laughed ecstatically, almost predatorily.

“may i?” he asked, holding the zipper of your dress between his fingers. as you nodded timidly, he noticed your chaste behavior. “what’s wrong, dear? nervous?” he mused. “no… it’s just… i didn’t expect you of all people to… have sexual relations.” you said, slowly as you pick the right words.

“hmph, i’m not particularly fond of them.” was all that alastor said. and though, for the most part, it was true; engaging such physical acts is… repulsive to say the very least. whatever was necessary to keep you in this house. even if he had to make you bear his child in order to do so.

because… this is love, isn’t it? alastor loves you so very much, he’s willing to give you his everything. even the things he wouldn’t want to give.

he pulled you off of the counter, bringing you to the bedroom and he lays you down. taking out a condom. after all, you still have to stay safe.

fuck, how did this happen? you sat, shaken in your doctor’s office as she removed the gloves from her hands. so, it was true? you were… pregnant?

the very thought made you sick to your stomach. that last encounter 3 weeks ago… there was protection. alastor is always very attentive to important matters such as this, there’s no way that your contraceptive wouldn’t have worked unless… it was tampered with.

the thought of him doing such a thing behind your back brought you anger. simmering inside you as you waited for him to return home. “oh darling, i’m home! don’t you look absolutely magnificent?” he grinned.

“break it up, alastor!” you frowned. “oh? what ever have i done?” he asked, big eyes as looked so innocent— he wasn’t even hiding his guilt! “you… messed with the contraceptive, didn’t you?” you said, standing from your seat at the table.

“hmm… so you are with child after all?” he grinned ear to ear. “so, what if i did?” he shrugged. "it’s not as if you have another means to live, i’m the only one who will take care of you.”

“so you did..!” your face scrunched in anger, ready to rip this man to shreds. “ahaha… calm down, dear. all this stress isn’t well for our child.” he rested his hands on your shoulder and stomach, gentle, almost soothing— almost able to make you forget the ordeal he put you in.

“don’t you want this child to grow up with a father? i’ll take care of everything you could ever want for, my cute little doe. just stay here in this house, and we’ll be a happy family.” he said, sweet nothings falling out of his mouth. how foolish honestly.

did you truly think you could nurture that monster into a man?

[with-my-calamitous-love]

last 5 years running out my mouth

katsuki bakugou x reader

one night, amongst the crowds and the music, katsuki wonders why he’s looking for you- he knows you don’t go to parties, anymore. themes of (katsuki’s) depression and substance usage

i love you 5sos nation 🪐 inspired by you dont go to parties

5 am.

katsuki’s clinging to his couch. everyone on his contact list, and everyone on their contact lists and so forth, stood in his house. red, drunken eyes dart around, as if looking for someone. though he knows its futile. you’re not there. at least, not anymore.

he groans, sitting up. he needs to vomit. this isn’t a good look for a new, fresh-faced hero. he pushes through the crowds, starting to kick people out. he didn’t care where they went, just not here.

he knocked over a vase. he’s probably offended a bunch of people. he’s trying to make it to a place in the apartment that doesn’t reek of alcohol and dead dreams- an ambitious attempt, to put it nicely.

he groans, bumping into someone. he grows even more frustrated when he sees who it is.

“katsuki, you’ve gotta sit down, man.” kirishima says, directing his friend to the bedroom. kirishima is a party goer, but lately, he knows to stay sober enough to keep things in check. someone had to be bakugou’s jailor.

katsuki doesn’t protest, sitting down while the redhead ushers everyone out of the house. he sighs, returning to the bedroom, seeing bakugou sitting there, his head in his hands.

“fuck… i don’t know.” he pinches the bridge of his nose. he doesn’t curse out of anger or hatred; he curses out of sadness. katsuki sits there, like theres vultures spinning around him, waiting for their time to strike.

what a tragedy.

bakugou opens his mouth to say something, but the overwhelming urge to vomit takes over. kirishima walks over, pushing him onto the bed and making sure he lays on his side. he stares, heartbroken, wondering where it all went wrong.

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you prayed he’d just talk to you, about his fears and about his doubts. you wish he’d be honest about his panic attacks, especially after the war. he’d wake up in a cold sweat, remembering the fighting, remembering the tears. but some invisible barricade caged his feelings inside his heart. this had to be his battle.

he’s still there in the darkness, feeling like a heartless monster. he’s starting to come undone, the sadness in his bones seeping into the security and confidence once embedded in him. maybe he isn’t who he set out to be in the first place.

but he’s not gonna let you know that.

“told you i’m find, moron.” he says, spooning you. he hopes you don’t notice how glossy his red eyes are, but you do.

“katsuki, please-“

“i’m fine.”

you bite your lip. if you can’t get him to open up, maybe you can take his mind off of it. a party never hurt anybody, right?

“…denki’s throwing this get-together tomorrow night.” you say, proposing the idea to him. “its a reunion for our class. we should go. it’ll get your mind off of�� whatever it is.”

he scoffs, musing that he’s too good for parties. “yeah, a bunch of lightweight assholes i have to drive home? no thanks.”

“oh c’mon, it’ll be fun.” you pout.

it’ll be fun, and because you’re desperate to see a smile on his face again, even if its from laughing at his friends drunken antics. anything that’ll have even a semblance of your katsuki back.

“i’ll think about it.” he can’t say no to that face.

and that was the first time you ever saw katsuki drink.

he can handle his alcohol well, actually. he keeps you close by him, starting with one shot, and then another, and then kissing your neck in front of all your friends while his bitter breath tickles your skin.

he was laughing, enjoying himself. he was surrounded by people who diminished his doubts. a night of partying and fun did him some good.

what you didn’t anticipate, however, was how often he was attending them now.

the fame followed him everywhere. katsuki would end up in different celebrities’s basements, with close friends or even strangers. at first, you went with him. but it were as if the alcohol formed oceans between you two, separating you from katsuki.

he’s spiralling and you can see it. he’d chase down all that pain with shots, and all that trauma with drunken dares and released inhibitions. at first, you went with him to have fun. then, you went with him to make sure he didn’t take his foot off the breaks. now, you couldn’t bring yourself to go at all.

“katsuki, you need to stop.” you say, following one of his nasty hangovers.

he groans, clutching his temples. “don’t… god, you’re making my head spin, [y/n].”

“i’m making your head spin?” you scoff. “no, thats because you were out till 3 last night.”

“it was denki’s birthday.” he tries to excuse himself.

“no, it was sero’s, and they told me you were shitfaced for most of it!” you raise your voice, tears brimming.

his eyes widen, seeing how upset you are. he knows its irresponsible, but he also knows being drunk was a way to feel something, anything other than sad. given the choice between drowning in whiskey and drowning in tears, he chose the one that was capable of poisoning him.

“please.” you plead. “stop with the parties, with the drinking. its hurting you!”

“i have it under control!”

“you don’t!”

he stands up, his hangover more evident than ever. “god fucking damnit, [y/n]. if all you’re gonna do is bitch and moan like a fucking extra, just go!”

exactly 2 seconds in, katsuki realized what he said. but he’s too late.

theres a palpable silence in the air, followed by the sniffling crinkle of your nose as the tears cascade down.

“[y/n], babe, baby, i’m sorry. fuck, i-“

you slap him, cutting him off. his head whips to the side, just taking it. he wants to argue back, but he knows he deserved that.

you pack up your things, and he doesn’t have it in him to try and stop you. he begs in his mind for you to stay. secretly, you’re begging that he’ll beg.

but he doesn’t. and you leave.

subsequently, katsuki’s partying habit goes from controlled to dangerous.

he’s never not drunk, never not out doing something with people he doesn’t know. he’s always staying just a bit too late, but always manages to kick himself out in time to get to work. he’s always irritable, in part to the hangovers but largely in part to your absence.

people are starting to catch on. maybe not the fans, who adore him and his looks no matter what, but his colleagues have noticed a shift. the no-bullshit, toughed out dynamight sunk somewhere beneath his rising blood-alcohol levels.

still, he looks for you. he wonders if you’re still on the couch, singing karaoke with your friends, belting and humming along to the tunes. he thinks you might be in the kitchen, making yourself a drink and calling an uber in advance. or maybe you’re in the washroom, overstimulated, your anxiety taking over. anxiety he knows all too well. the anxiety he tried to hide beneath parties.

some nights, he’ll drunkenly stumble into the washroom, whether its his own or someone else’s. he’ll wonder if you’re there, sitting on the sink, ready to leave with him to your shared home.

but its another lonely night.

you don’t go to parties anymore.

because you’ve stayed at home, crying over photos, wearing his hoodies. everything you’ve learned about katsuki during your split had been against your will. there was silence from him, but the whispers of news and gossip tabloids could scream. you’re mad, yes, but you also pray for his safety.

selfishly so, you hope he still looks for you at those parties. at least there, he cares a little. maybe even more than you realize.

right now, he’s sitting on the couch with kirishima, denki, and sero. though all of them have had a bit to drink, katsuki is undoubtedly the worst of them all. he’s bitching about you, about missing you, about how you left him.

“she just.. got up and fucking left.” he slurs, leaning his head back. the mood is killed, and no one really has the energy to argue. except maybe for denki, who points out the obvious.

“you told her to leave. and she had a good reason for bringing it up to you, dude.” denki says. “can’t blame her for walking out on you.”

silence. the calm before the storm.

exactly 5 seconds later, katsuki is positively losing his shit, yelling at denki who just sits there, dumbfounded. kirishima is holding his friend back while sero attempts to position himself between the two. its one thing to be yelled at. but being yelled at by katsuki bakugou? thats something else.

“i don’t know what to do, man.” sero says, looking at eijirou for answers. the redhead honestly isn’t sure either. one thought crosses his mind, but he’s worried.

“get him to sit down.” eijirou says. “i’m calling [y/n].”

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“hello?” you say into the receiver. theres a pit in your stomach hearing ejirou’s voice, knowing he wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t an emergency.

“hey [y/n], listen… katsuki’s drunk, and he’s yelling at denki… i’m so sorry, but… you think you can come get him?”

god, its exhausting being a good person sometimes.

“yeah, i’ll be right there.” you huff, grabbing your car keys. eijirou thanks you, knowing you might be the one thing that calms him down right now.

all 3 boys help get him into your car. your heart clenches, seeing just how badly he’s been doing. he’s sick, and he’s tired. his eyes are swollen from crying, you know it.

eijirou leaves you with a long hug, arms embracing you. “take care.” he says. “call me if he acts up. he might need someone to kick his ass.”

you chuckle, for what feels like the first time in forever. “yeah, he could.”

when you re-enter the car, you don’t start it right away. you look over at katsuki in the passenger seat. maybe he’s starting to sober up, or he’s drunk enough where he’s starting to be honest.

“i’m so fuckin’ sorry, babe.” he says. you just nod, eyes welling up with tears, words failing you.

he laughs bitterly, head leaning your way. “i’m a mess, [y/n]. like, a real mess. doctor told me i have depression. i didn’t tell you ‘cause i didn’t wanna look weak. pathetic, right? i feel pretty weak right now.”

you look over at him, already wanting to cry all over again. you should have seen the signs. right now, they are so glaringly obvious- the detachment, the avoidance, the drinking….

“and i miss you more than anything.” he says. “i wish i just… talked to you more. even if its your shitty knock-knock jokes.”

you’re crying, but you do scoff a little, holding his hand. “my knock-knock jokes are not stupid.”

“knock knock.” he says.

“who’s there?”

“i still love you. and thats the worst part about all these damn parties… you weren’t there. i don’t care about parties if you’re not there.”

that might have been the most sober thing he’s said all night.

you don’t say anything, not ready to forgive. but you do place a kiss to his cheek before driving him home.

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a few days later, katsuki shows up to your house at 9 o’clock sharp- a new record considering the recent events. he called in advance, but your heart still skips a little when you open the door and motion for him to enter.

the bags under his eyes have reduced. he’s nor slurring his words, and he’s not snapping at all. he seems… better.

“i uh… brought you coffee.” he says, awkwardly handing you the cup. “i got you some sugar and creamer, cause i didn’t know how you like it.” he shoves his hands into his pocket and takes out the packets.

“katsuki, i have that all here.” you almost laugh at his nervousness. its clear that this has taken a hold on him. as he sobers, he feels the need to rebuild himself again.

“right, sorry, smartass.” he says, he sounds like an asshole, but its a nickname you’ve both grown used to.

physically, he seems like he’s finally gotten some rest. on the inside, however, you can see the turmoil in his eyes. he had spent weeks drunk on distractions. now, he’s facing all the things he’s fucked up.

you think back to what he said in the car. about his diagnosis, about his struggles. you wonder just how long he’s been feeling that tv static in his head, how long he’s been bullying himself. you wonder how strong his demons are, how they’ve got hands and how he was struggling to fight them.

it breaks your heart.

“i… i know what i told you the other night.” he huffs, hands in his pockets. “i remember that much.”

“…why didn’t you say anything?” you dare to utter, wanting to see his pain and wanting to shield him from it.

he pauses, finding the right words. “…i don’t know. i’m a hero, i’m the god damn best. i didn’t wanna look weak.”

“depression isn’t a weakness, kats.” you remind him, that familiar nickname rolling off of your tongue in a way that makes his heart ache. “especially after everything you’ve been through.”

he knows what you mean. the relentless training, the fights, all the times he thought he was going to die. honestly, he didn’t think he’d make it this far. everyday could have been his last.

“it just… hurts.” he admits, wincing at the vulnerability in his tone. “so damn much… like… i don’t know. like i’m trapped.”

his voice cracks at that last part.

“i don’t know what to do. how to deal with this. i just know i’m sick of parties. i’m sick of being away from you. i-“

you cut him off with a hug there, enough to get his eyes misty. he hugs you back instantly, fitting in with you like a puzzle piece. burying his face in your neck, he inhales and lets himself get lost in you.

“you don’t have to know what to do.” you say, stroking his back. “as long as you’re done hurting yourself. i’m here, you asshole.”

you shed a few tears as well as katsuki sobs that he’s sorry. but as you hold him, he admits to himself that vulnerability didn’t kill him- it just brought him closer to you. after days of searching for you at parties, during lonely nights, you’ve got him again.

and he’s never letting you go.

[currentfandomkick]

Prompt:

Desiree overhears bruce wish for a do-over with his robins.

Said robins end up aged down and only with those memories of when they first were acknowledged as Robin by Bruce. Anything after? Gone.

Now Dick is 8 ready to destroy these people stealing his mom’s nickname for him. Yes he is deranged and feral. Yes he is assaulting Damian the most, as the kid also attacks him. He’s also certain Damian is mew to the states too and annoyed he cant understand the kid.

Jason is 12 and dealing with a Lot of homeless kid truama and whiplash of rich place and who are these other kids and why is the tiniest one trying to kill the second tiniest? Stop that! (Jason, the most responsible somehow) Damian listens to him best without the use of orders. (Only way to get Damian to listen otherwise) and is working on teaching Damian about how the states and Gotham work. Jason is the Great Culture Teacher, and hoarding food stashes and go bags everywhere. Just in case. Yes he has some for everyone and is only a little upset his peer Tim vanished before he could give him his.

Tim is 12 too, realized Batman had Jason Right There and fucked off back home to see what happened timeline wise. He decided to visit his apparent step-mom, Dana, and gets to meet his apparent(?) boyfriends (deal’s choice, just have there be two for Tim’s confusion as ‘i pulled not one but two hot boys? How?) reasons. Tim is Learning what he did in the last 6 years and is questioning how his older self stopped with a semi-regular sleep schedule and.. had no spleen? Dana, can we get that checked for me that mine’s still there and if i keep it? Yay. Oh, this should last a few months? Okay! He can work from home online and have Lucius handle the meetings—why was he made a teen CEO again?

Stephanie? Is the oldest at 15, and is baffled by the whole situation. She goes to see Oracle and handles patrols under Babs’ eye with a confused Cass. Yes Stephanie is mad at Tim and believes he was cheating on her at this time, but knows the Tim she saw was smaller. And this is in the future from her POV. She’s still mad. Also the least likely to cause problems on patrol atm as she’s already trained and threatened to break out Spoiler if he tries to stop her. Her favorites and Damian (he gets killing should be an option, but needs to work on his selection process) and Jason, who Gets being a poor kid. Dick stops attacking her on sight but is a savage and insults her form. He ranks below Tim due to proximity, and the fact this is a Tim before they dated.

Damian? Back maybe 2 years, to the mindset of ‘if i dont kill my predecessor, i am unworthy of my role by Father’s side.’ Problem: he and Dick are fighting (both initiate) and Alfred and Jason (when did his zombie guard get so small?) are the only ones able to separate them successfully. He is not allowed on Patrol, but Brown is as she’s able to run solo otherwise and Father has recruited her using Robin. Father has explicitly forbade attacking her in the manor, cave or otherwise on property, and forbid killing. Brown is the only one besides him questioning this, even if it’s mostly over comms… and he is absolutely working on learning magic to undo this spell and return to his rightful place damnit!

Bruce has Many Regrets about that wish. And hates magic

Meanwhile Danny is trying to work out which wishes of Desiree’s are safe to undo, as apparently her last spree included taking out Joker, who was well overdue for that, and helping a lot of families reunite. He’s not undoing that. But also she did help gorilla grodd take over a city. He. He’s gonna need help, isn’t he?

[luxfuxxvii]

my theories on Bilbo Baggins - Post Quest

why is Bilbo's house a mess????? im 90% certain that it was not normally so messy???? at least not back then??????? WHATS THE REASON???? well i have a few theories (ignore the fact that i should be watching instead of making this post)

excuse me while i get to the third chapter, I have to double check this shit before i share any theories. [this is where I start progressing in the movie]

okay the doorway isnt.

ITS NOT!!!!

DOUBLE CONFIRMED ITS NOT!!!!

Okay so in An Unexpected Journey, we start the story with Bilbo as an old man, the day of his 111st birthday. Idk if you guys can see, or have noticed, but his house is a right mess. There's cheese dropped on the carpet, crumbs on the floor, papers everywhere (like me too Bilbo, i know thats a writer thing, but it just needs to be mentioned in order to further the argument), countless books stacked high instead of actually put away, dirty dishes, mail hes ignoring, etc. Now, if you get further into the movie where the dwarves are all coming in, you'll see that it didn't USED to be so unkempt. In fact it was relatively neat.

So why isn't it tidy post-quest???? well. well. my friends. my theories, that I've decided are all true, include:

1. old age. he got old. it hurts to clean. yeah that'll do it. pick a joint, pick a bone, pick any set of tendons, theyre going to hurt.

2. the ring definitely made him less aware, less mindful. it takes up all his time by fucking with his mind and worsening his-

3. GRIEF!!!!! HOLY SHIT THE GRIEF!!!!!! Guys, his house was ransacked at the end of the quest. Y'know what that means???? All evidence of the dwarves is gone. All of it. The furniture wasn't in the same spots as they were the night the dwarves came. And if you're a rearranging adhder you know for a fact that the placement of your furniture holds memories. THIS POOR MAN HAS NOTHING LEFT OF THEM ASIDE FROM ahem I digress. he is simply too sad to keep track of his home like he used to. he does not have the energy, the will- he has all the time in the world but he needs that to be spent on something else, anything else.

4. this. this. you guys. this also leads into grief. yknow how the dwarves completely obliterated the state of his home???? "mud trod on the carpet, they've pillaged the pantry, im not even gonna tell you what they've done to the bathroom, theyve all but destroyed the plumbing. I dont understand what they're doing in my house!" so basically. the only thing. the only thing he has left of them. is the mess. thats it. thats all. just the mess. AHHHHHHHHH-

5. he is definitely not the same hobbit as the one who left the shire. i think maybe in the aftermath, after finally returning home, he adopted many traits of the company in order to preserve their memory. this is a very real thing guys. you lose someone, and you pick up the habits you most remember them by. thats just how grief works. it is a subconscious thing that you cant always control, at least not without help. dont get me wrong, hes still very obviously a hobbit, but you dont come out of a year long adventure in the company of 13 rowdy dwarves unchanged.

6. this could actually be what Frodo was referring to when he said that "You know, people are beginning to wonder about you, uncle. They think youre becoming ... odd." "Odd?" "Unsociable." the state of his house COULD just be that he is withdrawing from Frodo, from neighbors, from friends, etc. his mind is a thousand miles away, thinking of a distant mountain-- certainly hes not worried about the state of his kitchen when he could be going BACK.

this all basically narrows down to Bilbo's grief. but I just had to point it out.

Personally, I'm never going to use this information in my fics because i believe in HAPPY endings, thank you very much. however, this NEEDS to be shared with the people who are braver than me and are actually willing to write something so gut wrenchingly depressing.

[ganondoodle]

totk thought

i feel like totk (as unfinished and duct taped together as it feels, which is wild given the time and everything) missunderstood what was so appealing about a direct sequel to botw, at least in my opinion

i have talked in length about what good of a foundation botw built to keep going with its world and characters and mysteries, and how totk needlessly, bafflingly, throws ALL of it away instead (and i do mean all of it, to me other than their models being the same no character feels like that character anymore etc), which is connected to my next point

alot of people were worried about them reusing botws world, some really didnt like it, some thought it would be fine as long as they changed enough (which they didnt..), and i thought it was really appealing bc i was excited to see this world progress, grow (not size), to .. change, but not how totk did 'change', its all rather surface level anyway, but the change i was interested in was seeing locations i loved be expanded, built upon, developed- and i feel like that is what they should have focused on, if you reuse the same world you CANNOT get it to feel as new and exciting as it did the first time for returning players, which id say is most of them, so you need to shift focus

aside from its mysteries and story potential of botw to be built further (which totk does not, you cannot change my mind, dont try) soemthing i was THRILLED about was just to see how the world has grown- i hoped to see the towns maybe expanded, new buildings in hateno added, someone perhaps painted their house, someone built or IS building a new additional room to their home (maybe you could help finish it?), some thing that made it feel like time passed and people lived there, sure, adding some mushroom stuff is change .. but its rather surface level, like all other changes

in taburasa (tarrey town?) there could have been new houses, maybe they tunneled into the mountain and built cellars there, have some buildings be attached to the sides, the narrow pathway secured with stonewalls, something that felt .. logical? instead they ,,,, removed ... buildings??? homes you literally built a few years ago?? just to make way for kiltons little figurine project, which was funny, but also a little? why remove buildings to put him there, couldnt it have been on the other side of the bridge?? or like a balcony on the side of the cliff?(even the forest .. well the forest is mostly gone and its now an ugly to look at playground for a short little building thing, it all feels so ..... idk, forced? pasted on, this isnt there bc it makes sense, this is your playground)

same should be said about the main regions villages (though my idea there is to actually change it via devastation aka death mountain collapsed and gorons forced to move or adapt, or the zoras dried out and them being forced to go elsewhere, rito being trapped in an actual dangerous blizzard so cold you need special gear for it an cant glide etc bc its damn stupid to put the points of interest in the EXACT same location as last game and then neither change them signifacntly, permantenly, NOR use anything existing as the base for the new dungeons, like making the water temple be an ancient cistern or .. waterworks underneath the now dried out lakes instead), the village of the zoras isnt expanded or anything, its got mud there and an insulting statue change but the mud goes away and then its the same as ever, just like all the other things are undoable and it all goes back to before (aside from death mountains lava)

WHY would the stable in that big empty field just ... vanish? esepcialyl that one?? there isnt anything like a dramatic change there, there is not bossfight there, theres nothing, its just gone and its empty footstep replaced with a semi annoying quest (that is also reused ....)

why the fuck did malanya move???????? the horse god????? leave them there and have the way to them now built in awe of them or soemthing, show that people are travelling there now having found their spring, have it overgrown with flowers that have funny horse shapes or something, even if they dont show up for other people, let them give you a quest that introduces new kinds and colors of horses instead of one random old guy in the spy post after which suddendly there is new pattern??

the statue of in the gerudo highlands, instead of having a very specific puzzle suddendly pasted on, toppled over or broken to reveal an entrance to a new or old shikah/yiga base, or an old gerudo town that shows there was a group that once lived up there (maybe ganondorfs followers???? those that stayed loyal or soemthing??)

akkala fucking fortress?? prime material for a dungeon revealing disgusting secrets of the shiekah persecution or something? no its .. a cave like any other in the door. somehow. in the dirt. (what what waHT WAT)

castle town rebuilt, that farm ruin rebuild! maybe to let all your horses roam there in a big space?? a central tavern hub for the recovering land! ruins that felt like untold stories or teasers to be given a purpose! the fairy fountains being in the same place but their lair expanded, a larger flower or now like a little lake, people actually manaing to visit them now and there being little shrines or offerings, decorations! maybe one of them had to flee (if the "cataclysm" actually .. did anything) which would make that impact much stronger, no, they are just picked up and plopped into the next best place to create the surface level illusion of change without understanding how that comes across, they have to be unlocked again, for some reason, and now its music with the most annyoing quest attached than even the sign guy- why?

how cool would it have been to find a spring and the fairy not being there, her spring is, its open, but she isnt there, a kidnapped fairy somewhere in the udnerground? a corrupted one? since its reusing the same world what you need to do is think about how to surprise the player that grew accustomed to things and attached to chaarcters, and significantly mix up the main points, focus on the characters and narrative to hook them without making it feel forced, its diffcult yes, but so is game making, and botw was such a great basis that imo its not even that hard to come up with compelling things

im not saying there arent any changes, or there was no attempt, but it falls flat or utterly missunderstood WHAT needed to change, the spypost is the biggest attempt at that, but even that doesnt feel like it was done bc it made sense, like the things they wanted to happen where the first thought and the entire thing built just to support that, so all it serves for is to give you that 'hub', even though that position is weird? the place chosen a little disrespectful imo and not very save either, hyrule castle was cleared after clam gan was done for, why would you built a SPY post on the ground level directly in front??? well ,, that was bc the cataclysm happens and the castle is AGAIN the place of the boss, and AGAIN poisoned, the people there couldnt have known it, it makes no sense even if you say well the ground was so poisoned from botw still they wouldnt built there, .. but then right in front? in the middle of a flat field? you could have used the farm ruins for that hub? put it on the hills that are all around?

even characters, instead of like expanding on their character and continueing or challenging their ideals its just so flat, all of them have abilities they never had before, that were never hinted at, other than being vaguely genetically connected to the champions, excuse me, those dont matter, the SAGES i mean, you see riju struggle like, once, with a power she didnt use to have and it only really serves to make her power used by you not her herself (the others didnt need that excuse?) tulin makes me the most mad and his cuteness only worsens it bc he was a little side NPC in botw, now suddendly the main guy (instead of teba?? i guess he was too old, sorry teba, only kids can be blessed with powers or something) he has no character arc and .... he can just use almost an exact copy of revalis storm, just sideways, which is both boring and insulting given how much revali struggled to learn it (which also explains his attitude!!) other characters just seem to forget part of themselves bc its not relevant, robbie has de-made cherry into a little bucket size thing, washt she important to him? purah doesnt have any interesting beat to her either, she just .. offscreen made herself the perfect pretty age with the tech that supposedly vanished as soon as clam gan was done? what? and only serves you to tell you where to go over and over, its sad (not saying botw gave her a super intersting arc or sth, but it built the basis for it, you could have expanded on it? have her reunite with impa? anything?) (and not all shiekah tech is gone, its still there, aaaaaaaaaargh it doesnt make any sense!!!! but its to serve you so, it serves YOU, PLAYER CHARACTER)

the entire game is awfully plagued with that problem, nothing it does feels logical or lived in bc it only serves YOU (and their new favorite thing that everyone loves and should obsess over, sonau/zonai! who doesnt love everything being THEM TM), and once you have checked it off your list it ceases to be anything, theres is no thought about why a contraption is there or what purpose it once served, bc it never has, it serves only to fling you somwhere; to some extent that is fine, like the snowy mansion dungeon in twilight princess is a weird way to build a mansion/fortress but you know its a dungeon so its gotta be that way, back when dungeons where dungeons, but you can easily overdo it, i think its good to think about the world and how to make it interesting for the player at the same time, there needs to be a balance of believability and deniability; a character telling you to press a button is gamestuff, a little weird but ok, a dungeon being built a little weird, well, its a dungeon- people walking around in normal ass summer clothing in the region thats frozen solid? that makes it less believable, even if the game joke about it that they are freezing or explains via 'these people dont feel the cold' or whatever (pokemoooooooooon)

especially with botws foundation, you could have achieved that, easily at times, theres so little restriction anymore, the wasted potential and needlessly thrown away 'everything' still hurts

[blerb-f1]

"The Future" - Sebastian Vettel x reader

The news truly shocked me and compelled me to write this.

Lewis Hamilton is a side character in this.

not proofread i dont have the mental capacity rn

This fic also is kinda part of a series, but it can stand on it's own! For more, view my masterlist.

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“Have you considered it at least?”

A fragmented voice sounding through a tin-like phone speaker asked with a certain pressure behind it. The kind of pressure you’d only hear from people who wanted something. Something important.

Sebastian eyed the phone hesitantly, placing it on the windowsill while holding his watering can. Little droplets sliding down it’s side as he attempted to water his dried pot of basil - traveling was never something that helped in plantkeeping, not when you’d spend half the year in random hotels somewhere in the world.

He did not feel the need to return to the circus known as Formula 1, having enjoyed his time there but entirely content with retirement. Opposed to some of the others, he thought, he knew when to quit. No longer circling the biggest cities on earth but the supermarket parking lot in hopes of finding an empty spot. More importantly, waking up in his own bed for 7/7 days a week was a major joy to him, a feeling he didn’t feel like giving up.

“You know as well as i do, that we need an  experienced driver. George’s good but… He just can’t give us the direction needed.” Toto sounded quite serious at that moment - Lewis deciding to leave must have hurt him badly, considering him approaching Sebastian.

“Also… I just want someone i can trust to be around me”

Looking up in surprise, Seb almost dropped the watering can on the floor. Lewis leaving had REALLY hurt him.

“I’ve been thinking about retiring from F1 now. But they’d probably cancel F1 Academy without me around. Force Susie into Submission. I don’t want that. Fuck no.”

“Toto, I-” Sebastian started speaking, plucking the dead leaves from his pot of basil. “I like life. I love peaceful mornings.”

Silence. The phone speaker didn’t echo out for a few moments. 

“What would you say, if i told you we had a championship winning car?”

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“You really agree to it?” Sebastian asked, Surprise lingering on his voice.

“Of course i do, i’ve seen you thirst for racing while you yourself didn’t. I was with you from the beginning till the end of your career, don’t you think i’d be able to read you by now?” Y/N answered him, their eyebrows pulled together in a mild emotion.

“But there’s a catch.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll be your race engineer. Like i’ve always been”

“Huh?” Seb asked again, this time even more surprised than before. Y/N nodded seriously. “I can’t see you race with another Engineer at your side. It feels wrong.”

The man man pondered for a moment, his brain racking. “You’re right. I’ll talk to Toto.”

A week later, Mercedes made an announcement. For the 2025 season, Bono would be moving to the lead Race Engineer position, not being directly responsible for a single racer. The community was confused, unsure of what was happening. Would they be promoting a rookie racer and engineer to grow their youth? Would they be getting a driver and engineer paring from another team?

Twitter and Reddit Artists were working hard, creating shitpost after shitpost, pundits podcast over podcast as the season progressed, trying to figure out who’d be the next racer.

Meanwhile Sebastian and Y/N were busy in their own ways. Practicing their communication again, the driver getting physically fit and in shape again. Moreso than he had been during his time at Aston Martin. This was going to be serious - no more lazing around. Go hard or go home.

Y/N worked with Bono - the man they used to work against- to get used to the Mercedes way of communication. It was very difficult, more strict compared to the free Red Bull. More lenient compared to the crazy Ferrari. More rule governed, compared to Aston Martin. Peter Bonnington was surprised in his own way, understanding why L/N and Vettel were the scary Duo they had been all this time. They had been a team since 2008, their shared time rivaling his and Lewis. Lewis- that was a mental direction he shouldn’t go to. Mercedes would need to win the championship, no time to waste on stupid thoughts.

As the season progressed and Fans grew mad with their speculation, Mercedes made a post on their instagram. It was a Photo of one of the trees outside their HQ, with a little bee fluttering around it. One single Description. “We love nature”.

Fans went wild with speculation, thinking, planning, shitposting. 

Then one day, two weeks away from the season beginning, the news fell. Two announcement posts in a single day. Y/N L/N heading to Mercedes as Race Engineer, Sebastian Vettel as driver. Mercedes returning back to their silver arrows livery.

The community went wild, the thing they’d never expected had happened.

Lewis meanwhile, was downtrodden. He had expected this move to work out differently. Ferrari clearly designated Charles as Driver 1, not adjusting around him like he’d gotten used to. Their bad race engineering got him into trouble many times. Seeing this news almost broke him. They had replaced him with his friend, who didn’t speak a single word of this? Shame on him.

Shortly after, a Video went online on the Mercedes Account. Sebastian and Y/N were seated among the many championships belonging to Mercedes, clad in white teamgear. Their eyes were determined, telling people they hadn’t arrived to play. As Sebastian took of his hat, people noticed the change. His own cold smile had returned, the one that caused people to call him a smiling assassin. His locks short again, like when he’d won his own championships. Y/N had assimilated, they’re hair bleached and dyed into a silvery colour. 

Fans once again were shocked, they truly hadn’t expected Sebastian to return like this. More akin to the way Schumacher returned but apparently that was not the choice Vettel made - he was here to win, not for the participation trophy.

As the season opener in Australia rolled around, many eyes were glued to the screen. Y/N was sitting on a bicycle along with their driver on his own, passing over the track. Taking in texture, dirt and heat. The media approached them back in the pits, shoving microphones in their face. Y/N just grunted, showing the media a literal middle finger before dipping into the Mercedes pitwall. 

This was the same paring as back in 2011, ready to fight. Qualifying went well, dangerously well. It was as if Seb hadn’t left F1. But not the 2022 Version, the 2012 Version. His defense was ruthless, his attacks even more. He utilised all the skills he had honed over years, even the smallest tricks Michael had once explained to him to gain a faster time. As he crossed over the finish line in first position, Martin Brundle screamed out loud. Nobody had expected this, nobody thought he could win a race again. Toto was jumping in the Mercedes Garage, Y/N jumping along and almost throwing the headset down.

Sebastian on the radio was back to his own, singing, cheering and screaming absolute gibberish. Pulling into Parc Fermé, he was surprised at having the camera and microphone pushed into his face. This new way of doing things was very unusual to him. 

“So Sebastian, tell us how you’re feeling.”

“I feel like i belong” was his simple answer, pushing the camera out of his face as he headed to get weighed. He took a short look at the staircase leading up to the podium. It had been a while since he had last set foot onto them. They were almost scary but he knew, he was secure. A hand placed on his shoulder, one that he had felt there for many years. Y/N was there to get the constructors trophy, truely the only appropriate person today.

The clothing wasn’t the same as in the past, but the energy was. People were cheering, even more were booing. Not wanting another Era of Mercedes Dominance. Booing however, did nothing to deter Sebastian or Y/N. After all, they were the original Red Bull Villains. 

Ignoring the rules, they let the champagne down to the team to enjoy. This was their first victory after a few years as well, they deserved it after sacrificing two seasons to get this car made.

Then, a lone camera man captured an almost painfull view. Lewis Hamilton, clad in the strong Ferrari Red standing aside, looking up to the silver team with sadness and longing in his eyes. This hurt him, it truly did. Tears were welling in his eyes as the camera man moved away tactfully, instead capturing the celebrating couple instead.

The season progressed, a grandslam in all eyes. Win after win - not a single Race lost. As the Final in Bahrain rolled around and Sebastian collected his fifth driver’s championship, he knew he had found a new family and home. Y/N and him were celebrating wildly, the basil on the windowsill long forgotten among the glory and the parties, the heat and the energy.

It was that day, that a man entered a plane back to his new home in Italy. Eying the still not fully unpacked furniture, he settled onto a lightly dusted chair. Had leaving Mercedes truly not been the right decision? Lewis looked at a photobook a fan had gotten him. From winning with McLaren, the years with Nico and Valtteri, Mercedes had truly grown into his home and Family. What had made him leave them then? Was it the thirst for glory? Had he not enjoyed the atmosphere anymore? He felt conflicted. People had told him that Ferrari would break him. He didn’t want to believe them, but they were right. The red team had once again done what it did best. Destroy someone. Lewis looked back on Sebastian’s Face, remembering his defeated expression after the years of fighting with the red team. Of getting recognition for Kimi as well. Of standing up against Charles.

Lewis considered his options, putting his own life on the golden scale. Then, he made a decision. Opening instagram, he made a single post. Cuddling Roscoe, the description was simple, something nostalgic almost. “I hereby announce my retirement from Formula 1”

[puckgoodfaggot]

Top 5 betrayals

OOOH this is so fun and also probably will be kind of hard for me bc im realizing most things i read and watch dont have much betrayal in them??

Coriolanus and Aufidius (from Coriolanus): i go truly insane about these two!! their relationship and betrayal is so fuckin tasty, especially if you read them as lovers like i do. okay so coriolanus, shunned by his people, goes to the land of the enemy, to the house of his rival. and aufidius says 'Know thou first, I loved the maid I married; never man sighed truer breath. But that I see thee here, thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart than when I first my wedded mistress saw bestride my threshold' (okay, faggot). and they join forces and lead the volscians together and when they are just outside of rome, the romans send coriolanus' wife and child and mother to plead with him. and he has no choice, really. he has to betray aufidius and their people even though he knows what will happen. he even says to his mother when she prevails with him that this will be mortal to him. and after he saves rome, he returns to aufidius, and he knows he's going to his death. and aufidius and the volscians do kill him, and aufidius immediately after says 'My rage is gone, and I am struck with sorrow' and (at least in some productions) weeps.

John Silver and James Flint (from Black Sails): tv show of all time and another double betrayal. flint betrays silver to stand by the principles and goals he'll never achieve. silver betrays flint for a shot at the happily-ever-after he'll never get. they're in love and only one of them knows it. they didn't want this.

Eleanor Guthrie and Max (from Black Sails): yes black sails gets two. frankly it could have all 5 if i wanted. the toxic lesbian breakup of all time perhaps?? gold dust woman by fleetwood mac. rulers make bad lovers.

Cathy and Heathcliff (from Wuthering Heights): listen. okay. listen. they're two halves of a whole. they're perfectly united. and then cathy, oblivious to the consequences of her words and actions, shatters that wholeness. they love each other. they hate each other. they can't live without each other. cathy betrays him over and over again and can't even recognize it. heathcliff betrays her as recompense but she's too blind to her own actions to realize that and thinks he just wants to hurt her for no reason. they still love each other. they blame each other for everything. she doesn't want to be in heaven if he's not there. he begs her to haunt him when she dies. i eat glass about it.

My grocery store and me (from real life): these motherfuckers stopped carrying any vegan cheese!!!!!! i'm fucking allergic to milk and i live in FRANCE so i can rarely safely eat at restaurants and now they wont even let me have vegan cheese in my own home???

[nozhdyved]

how to save a life - p.z.

contains: artrick brake up :(, self harm (non descriptive and extremely brief), just. sad. sorry

notes: i feel so hugghhhhhhhh abt this fic idk i feel lile its my flop... which is why i have it wedged in the middle of the week so u guys dont get disappointed. i had a vision w this! i swear! i just kept forgetting.. but oh well! im not mad, and i do love the ending a lot, sooo... idk. enjoy?

listen while you read

Loneliness is something Patrick’s accustomed to– you get used to your voice echoing back to you when you grow up in an empty mansion. You learn to have conversations with yourself and entertain your boredoms with what you have available.

Maybe that’s why he wanted Tashi so bad. She was entertaining. God, she was a bitch, but she loved to fight, and to Patrick, that was better than being alone with his silence. Or maybe that was why he loved Art so much. He was entertaining, too, with his bright sunshine that he brought with him everywhere, no matter what he did.

What did Patrick do? He couldn’t think of anything, at least not something comparable with what his friends could achieve. He could hit a ball with a racket sometimes, he could fuck sometimes, he could love… sometimes. He was just a big bundle of inconsistency.

It’s why it doesn’t surprise him that fateful day, with Art’s voice paired with those words cutting him open like he’s a dead animal to be dissected, on display for everyone to see.

“Patrick, get the fuck out!”

It won’t stop looping in Patrick’s head as he shuffles aimlessly along the Stanford campus, unsure of where to go or what to do. This wasn’t his school or his home, but he thought he’d be welcome. Because of Art, because Art was his home. Eventually, he parks his feet outside of Art’s dorm, lighting a cigarette and trying to puff away his thoughts. It was fine. Him and Art were fine, Art was just a little caught up over Tashi, which was understandable. She was hot as hell, and Patrick even began to feel a little regret for the way he had left things. He sighed out a plume of smoke, the tips of his fingers turning red from the cold.

He was fine.

Art returns hours later, face immediately turning to stone at the sight of Patrick. “Go away,” he says firmly, starting up the stairs and making Patrick scramble up after him, tripping over the concrete.

“Why are you so pissed? I mean– It’s not my fault her knee–!” He’s immediately pushed back, tumbling down the stairs and scraping his hands. He looks up to see Art’s hands outstretched, his face a blank canvas.

“Shut the fuck up,” Art hisses, clenching his fists, his face reddening in anger. “God, Patrick– you’re fucking pathetic, you know that?”

Patrick’s in shock. Art’s always been sweet, soft-spoken, never like this. He’d been angry before, but not this worked up. Not ever. The palms of his hands are scraped up, bleeding, but Patrick doesn’t care as he pushes himself up, advancing towards Art again. “Don’t try to fuckin’ lecture me,” he warns lowly, taking a drag from his cigarette. “I haven’t done shit wrong–”

“You don’t even realize, do you?!” Art scoffs, white-knuckling the straps of his bag. “You’re so goddamn selfish and needy, do you even know that you’re hurting people?”

Patrick stops in his tracks. He knows, of course he knows, but Art isn’t supposed to tell him that. He just needed a hug. “Art– I-”

“No, no, shut your fucking mouth. You’re so fucking– toxic, Patrick. You just whine and whine and fucking whine,” Art says, sounding like Tashi from earlier, complaining about Patrick’s losses. “You’re a shitty friend.”

Patrick’s eyes burn, hot and messy. “You don’t mean that,” he grits out, taking a step closer to Art. “I’m- I’m a good friend. I am,” he insists, his voice coming out strangled and choked up. “I love you, Art, I don’t understand why you’re so mad at me–”

“Because you hurt Tashi!” Art bursts out, letting his bag drop to the ground as he jabs a finger into Patrick’s chest. “It’s your fault. It’s all your goddamn fault.”

Patrick’s heart stings, stumbling back as Art advances on him. “It’s– wha– I didn’t do shit! I just-” he pauses, choking on his words. “You’re mad at me because of her?! You’re choosing a goddamn girl over your best friend?!”

Art leans in close to Patrick, his minty breath fanning over Patrick’s lips. Trident mint gum, Patrick remembers. Of course he would. “You aren’t my fucking friend,” Art whispers, his voice harsh. He retreats, picking his bag up and glaring at Patrick. “Not anymore.”

He leaves Patrick outside, cigarette still smoking between his fingers, eyes filled with unshed tears. He turns away, stumbling away blankly, almost zombie-like.

It was fine.

Art had to sleep with his phone in a different room the way it kept pinging with notifications from Patrick. Art was determined to ignore him, but he’d never been able to stay mad at Patrick for long. His charming smile and his glittering eyes always captivated Art, drawing him back in before he could even realize he was going back. He was determined to not let that happen this time.

His hopes are squandered though, when there’s a tapping at his window in the middle of the night, relentless. It’s not like the sound of rain, soft and pattering, it’s loud and desperate. Art turns on a lamp and sits up, faced with Patrick clinging onto a tree outside, two bottles of beer in his hand as he taps on the glass with the other.

Patrick hates heights.

Grudgingly, Art shuffles out of bed and over to the window, cracking it open slightly. “What’s the password?” he asks sarcastically, no true intent to let Patrick in.

Patrick grins nervously. He’s been crying, Art can tell, his nose flushed and red and face shiny with tear tracks. “Art is the best,” he says quietly, his voice hoarse. He holds out his hand with the beers, the other hand slipping around the branch. “And I bring gifts.”

Art doesn’t move to open the window wider. “No alcohol in the dorms,” he reprimands, eyes narrowed.

“What about apologies?” Patrick counters quickly, and Art can see the true desperation in his eyes, the utter adoration that’s underneath layers of snark and attitude.

There’s a pause, the two boys just looking at each other, studying the other. Art’s like a statue, his face cold and unforgiving, but Patrick’s shaking like a leaf in the wind, craving Art’s approval once again. Finally, Art opens the window, letting Patrick toss him the beer bottles as he climbs in, whimpering in fear until his feet touch the ground.

Patrick straightens up, looking Art in the eyes. “I don’t know why you’re so mad at me,” he says quietly, his voice sounding hurt. “Just because me and Tashi broke up doesn’t mean we have to break up. Don’t I mean more to you than that? We’re– I mean, we’re Fire and Ice, man. Fire and Ice,” he repeats, wanting to grab onto Art’s shoulders and shake some sense into him.

Art doesn’t say anything, staring down at the beer Patrick had brought. Room temperature, the bottle feeling warm in his hands. “It’s not about Tashi,” he replies, though it is. Everything seems to be about her these days.

“I just want you to fucking talk to me, Art,” Patrick pleads, tears welling up again. “Where did I go wrong? I’ve been trying my best, and– I can’t lose you, Art. You’re my best fucking friend.” He’s quietly sobbing now, chest heaving with each labored breath he takes.

Art takes a step back from Patrick, unsure of what to say. He’s being selfish, he knows, ending a friendship just to have a chance with Tashi. He doesn’t even have an excuse for his behavior, he realizes, chest tightening at the sight of Patrick’s tears. “Pat…”

Patrick cuts him off, grabbing him by the face and slamming their lips together, hot and desperate, his tongue moving needily across Art’s lips. It’s hungry and hurting, salty tears trickling down Patrick’s face and onto his lips. He fists his hands into the soft curls of Art’s hair, gasping for breath and moving his rough hands across Art’s back, needing to feel more of him. To know that he won’t lose him.

Art doesn’t reciprocate anything. When Patrick pulls away, Art has similar tears in his blue eyes, biting his lip harshly– as if the taste of blood could wash away the taint of Patrick’s lips on his own. “You need to go,” he says quietly.

Patrick doesn’t argue with that. He just leaves, the door swinging ajar as he exits. The beer he brought lay untouched on Art’s mattress.

Neither of them see the tears on each other’s faces as they seperate. 

Patrick doesn’t see how Art tosses the bottles out the window, watching as the glass shatters on the pavement below, uncaring of the shards that dig into his flesh. He deserved it.

Art doesn’t see the way Patrick lights a cigarette the second he steps into the cold night air, stubbing it out on himself and lighting another to do the same. He deserved it.

Art tells himself he doesn’t care about Patrick anymore. Patrick convinces himself that it’s just a riff. He checks into a motel just down the street, a picture of him and Art as teens flashing at him in his wallet, threatening tears to fall again. He just slaps it shut, forcing his cocky grin to his face.

He was fine.

taglist: @girliism, @imperishablereverie, @faiztsheap, @musingsofheaven, @yardofbrunettes, @fwaist

[cringe6fail6star6]

even more hc bc i love this stupid cat thing: 3 already

(image for attention, omg hes so ugly)

warning: nsfw but pretty mild, maybe even light

How do you sleep with a god? You dont. When he was in a cat form at the start of your magical girl journey, he at least kept his distance and slept in your pets old bed in the corner of your living room. But since recently, this guy is sleeping ON YOU.

It wouldnt be too bad if he at least had this period in time where he sleeps in the same bed while cat sized before he starts lying on your face.

Its worse when hes in a human form. He just scoops you up and sleeps with you like YOURE the pet. If he morphs while youre asleep and he appears to be the small spoon, hes just staying there. Like a freak he is, he doesnt sleep and enjoys this time of you being unconsious to steal your food and warmth. Can an incubator scent you and why is he trying anyway?

You know those videos where person pats cats butt and cat sounds like if a car engine smoke two packs of cigarrettes a day? That works on him. You arent sure bc of cat or because of freak reasons. It works on both forms - and thats just enough information for you.

Imagine accidentally doing it and someone spotting you? Thragg in human form and you just returned home and forgot you invited someone over while youre patting grown mans ass. No one believes you when you say its not dom/sub situation. No one believes you when you say its not petplay because you literally call him your cat and treat him as such AND HES A GROWN MAN. on YOUR LAP. MEOWING.

His collar has viltrum sign in the front n ur number and/or address on the other. How does he know your number when he turned to ur pet? Idk, he just does.

Bestie ngl, you get used to your pet being an exhibitionist pretty fast and forget that normal people dont expect to see 8 inches just walking around in front of them while raiding your fridge and complaining that they got shoved off the bed by you in your sleep.

If anyone from the organisation(magical girls of the world tm) (MMGOW) comes in they get blasted back through the portal either by incubator magic or bc they got flashed.

He leaves his skin in your bed and you need to constantly put it away so you dont accidentally fall asleep in it. Bc last time this happened you fell between dimensions and saw some shit you understood for 2 seconds before getting pulled back in the right place. So yeah. Be careful.

"Get out of my laundry." "You didnt demand it last time." "Last time you had decency to be a cat." ->

<- This fucking guy

After the worst fight with a witch in a last while he just sniffs you intently. I believe he doesnt even need to breath that much and he still chooses to be weird when he does. Just give up your shirt and he will get even more insistent on snorting you back. (He doesnt forget what you do with him in his cat form and holds it over your head so he gets his way)

"So its fine when you do it but weird when i do that? Mhm. Got it. You hypocrite." <-comes from a bigger hypocrite who acts like he doesnt know any better

Imagine threatning him with neutering him and then hes sulking in the corner and giving you silent treatment.

"That wasnt funny." "Oh please, arent you all powerful or something? Jist grow them back on or something." "ITS ABOUT DIGNITY!"

If he ever goes outside in his human form with you, and if you have tendency to feed stray cats, he will have beef with them. At one point he just hisses at a random cat walking next to you and everyone shoot him weirded out looks. He talks with that random cat and now theyre cursed or something similiar. Poor baby :(. It didnt know she was walking next to a god and his owner.

Your gem is always a few bad days from getting fully corrupted and thragg on the side of corruption. But he miscalculated. U having a pet forces you to be good for him, even if he doesnt need that. He makes you problems and you take it in stride bc these problems mean you have a cat despite it all. He wont get it, and will be really confused why youre pampering him, but he doesnt refuse.

He acts like a cat, and he is a cat, and hes your cat. Thats all reasons you need to save humanity day in and day out.

Extra meme for reading the hc!!!:

[diamondpastry]

hi guys this is just a quick ramble thing because i did not get the chance to talk much abt the latest comic upon posting ... i skimmed through a few of the comments i plan on reading and responding to them later when i have the time but im glad that you guys are loving it ^^

anyways emmet 💙 goodness gracious the poor thing ... at this point, it felt like hes tried everything ... the first year he spent doing research and looking for ingo himself (all while people were telling him that it was a lost cause) and the second year spent mostly alone stuck with one of the most unhinged individuals suffering from divine madness

i suppose it wasnt exactly clear what volo said in confession ... i will confirm that it wasnt the fact that ingos dead ... its more on his original motives regarding arceus. he wanted emmet to join him in rewriting the world. the reason as to why he confessed this is a bit of a mixed bag though ... part of him hoped that emmet would join (theyve both been fucked by arceus + emmet was hopelessly in love with him at that point of the story) and another just... felt the urge to be transparent. hoping emmet would accept him. he wants to feel vulnerable with at least one person; craving that intimacy he could never have. (another reason is that it could be a test. see how far emmet would go for him. or could it be his tendency to self destruct? he doesnt believe emmet deserves him. hes a monster past redemption and emmet needs to see this)

unfortunately for volo, it completely shattered emmet's infatuation. he grabbed the plates, returned them, and rushed back home

at this point, emmet feels like hes practically tried everything for ingo. i mean, maybe not but he was so exhausted. even he could recognize how irrational his decisions had been. he had to stop and accept that ingos gone

and thats what he did... reluctantly

i cant decide whether hes hesitating due to denial or if its because he doesnt believe the words himself. theyre twins. he never felt ingo die. he doesnt believe ingo could just die. its all a confusing mess for him but he does know that he cant keep going at such an unhealthy phase

working on the panels was something ive been excited about ... as much as possible, i really kept the focus on his face and emotions

trying to say three words was painful and felt unbearably long for emmet... i wanted the reader to feel the same

i dont believe i did the actual breakdown justice though ... it couldve used one more page but alas i do not have the time

also elesa mention 💙 um emmet felt the need to 'tell her about ingo' because emmets continuously promised to bring ingo back. elesa doesnt believe that its possible but she couldnt bare to tell emmet the truth anyway. whenever she tried, she was immediately met with a cold shoulder ... i cant blame her; emmet grew completely unapproachable and mean in the last quarter of that first year ...

going forward, i will be focusing more on volo's pov ... also the weird way his mind words ... ive been doing too much of emmet, its only fair

feel free to send me asks meanwhile i severely want to ramble about my au

[starscelly]

Hi Cel of Starscelly fame! I have a question I'm going to my first ever hockey game in April and I was wondering since you've been to many how can I prepare so I can have a good time

ANON my friend i have perfected the art of attempting to have a good time i'd like to think!!!! obvs its gonna differ per person but this is what has worked for MY neurotic ass over the years!

most importantly there is NO wrong way to enjoy a hockey game. i used to be stressed i'd miss stuff if i looked away for a second or be worried abt checking stuff on my phone and looking stupid bc i should be #lockedin ... it's not that serious DONT overthink it !! let ur spirit lead you to what feels right!

if you go to warmies (which i recommend! its just good silly fun!) i'd lowkey recommend going on the side next to the penalty box... generally less people crowding there than near the bench in my experience. though i know some arenas have it restricted to just behind the net now... but if ur at the aac its a free for all!

also i made the mistake . and this might not be applicable to you! but when i went to my first few games i was SO convinced i'd never go to games again (unemployed era lol) so i tried recording EVERYTHING.... you may return to these recordings/photos not only confused as to WHAT you were recording. but you also might not remember anything you watched. if your brain is like mine. so i recommend just living in the moment as much as possible !!! take a few pics if a guy is in front of you or whatever but its not that serious to archive it all !!! i used to have a full camera roll after every game and now i take like. 12 pictures total.

warmups are on the OPPOSITE end of where they'll shoot twice ALWAYS. so if u buy tickets in fucking. idk. section 116 where they'll shoot on net twice, they'll warm up on the other end of the ice. i forget this often bc my brain is teeny

also if ur willing to get there mad early (most arenas open doors 90mins before the game) . get drinks and do stuff like going to the bathroom first, then go to warmups, then to ur seat. easiest #flow least lines nightmares etc. like you dont need to hang out in ur seat nobody will take it

wait actually maybe this shouldve been at the start. FIGURE OUT PARKING/TRANSPORT EARLY AS FUCKKK even if u dont buy a pass or whatever day of at least figure out what ur doing! it can be a nightmare with some of these cities! i personally love googling like. "[arena name] parking reddit" or "[team name] parking reddit" ... ask the people of reddit. unless ur from the city and know what ur doing lol

ASK THE PEOPLE WORKING AT THE ARENA QUESTIONS.... my ass is always peeking all around the 100s like "hey (: where can i watch the away team warm up (:" bc i am NOT hunting by myself. and theyre always SUPER FUCKING NICE AND HELPFUL whether youre a home or away fan!

also chat to the people next to you if theyre friendly! there is truly no joy like being an away fan in td garden talking up old bostonian men. 2 me. but if they have the same team as you lol even better! you can high five and shit and commiserate over stupid calls. beautiful stuff!

ultimately. GET INTO ITTTTTT people act embarrassing at sports games ALL THE TIME. it was a struggle for me at first (#EasilyEmbarrassedGang) stand when ur team scores if ur able, sing along to the music, do all the chants and cheering, etc etc ! let urself enjoy the moment! there WILL be more hockey games in the future but you wont have THIS exact game again yk!

[just-a-shark333]

Dadbaccio Au chapter 3 finally!!!!

ehehhe im sooo excited its literally been like 4?? or 5 months since chapter two came out and so much shit has happened since then. My computer broke twice and i got really really depressed for a few weeks, but its finally here!!! so enjoy bc i dont know when chapter 4 will be lol

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[chapter 1] [chapter 2]

Abbacchio’s kitchen looked similar to the rest of his apartment. The walls were a weird off-white and there were takeout boxes stacked in the corner of the room next to the trash can. It was minimally decorated with only basic kitchen appliances and an almost dead plant in the center of the kitchen table. Said kitchen table had about half of it covered in various papers relating to various cases he had been assigned in the past and had yet to put away.

‘I should put that away soon, especially if I’m going to have a child running around here now,’ Abbacchio notes upon seeing the mess when the two enter the kitchen. A child…Haruno was just a child, wasn’t she? A child that would be living with him in his house from now on. Did that make Haruno his child? Him her…dad?

Nevermind that for now, he pushes the thoughts out of his mind. They could wait for tonight when he tries (And likely fails) to sleep.

For now, the topic of dinner was what needed to be figured out. Abbacchio opens his freezer, looking at its contents for a moment before deciding to just throw a frozen pizza in the oven. It’d be easy enough, honestly, how could anyone fuck up a frozen pizza? Haruno was bound to like it, what kid doesn’t like pizza? And they could probably just heat up leftovers when he inevitably didn’t feel like cooking actual food the next day.

Abba takes the pizza out of the box and tosses it in the oven, not bothering with a tray or preheating the oven. He turns the oven on and returns to the topic of what to do with the mess on the table. And the chairs. One of them had disappeared to fuck knows where, another had made a nice home for some boxes he’d had laying around since he first moved in. The one on the clear side of the table was also clear of anything occupying it, as that was the one he actually used.

Abbacchio picks up the stack of boxes and moves them to the floor next to the chair. He then turns back to the chair, and scoots it over to the clear side of the table.

“You can sit down if you want. Food should be done in…15 ish minutes, I think.”

He watches as the girl makes her way to the chair and sits on it, looking up at him with something akin to fear in her eyes. Just what exactly had this poor child been through?

Abbacchio takes a seat on the empty chair next to hers. If he was going to house this child and take care of her, he really ought to get to know her a bit. At least know the basics, right? “Soo, what kinda things do you like?”

Haruno stares at him, her gaze as hard to read as it had been the whole time. She looks…confused maybe? A little scared? Sort of..contemplative. Overall complicated. He keeps staring back at her, waiting for an answer.

“I..um..i like ladybugs..most insects actually..” she looks a bit like she’d like to say more but oh well, at least she said anything at all. So. The kid likes bugs.

“That sounds cool. Know any cool facts about ‘em?” maybe he'd be able to push the conversation somewhere this way.

“Umm…did you know that ladybugs are carnivores? They eat other, smaller, insects.”

“Oh really? I always assumed they ate plants or..dirt or something.”

“Yeah! A lot of people assume that but actually, ladybugs eat a whole bunch of insects! In their lifespan, which is about a year, sometimes two, they can eat up to 5,000 aphids!” Haruno was really starting to open up now. Ladybugs were the key to her trust, he supposes.

“Wow, that's a lot. Got anymore?”

They spend the rest of the 15 minutes talking about ladybugs, and some other bugs Haruno thinks are cool. Abbacchio had never been big on bugs himself, but he thought hearing all those facts about them were cool. He also learns that Haruno likes frogs. Not quite as much as she likes ladybugs but she still likes them.

When the oven beeps signalling that their food is ready Abbacchio waits for Haruno to finish what she was saying before he gets up to go take it out. It wasn’t a lot, but he was kind of proud of how much progress he had made with her in the little amount of time they had been talking. He pulls the pizza out of the oven and sets it on the counter, pulling out a knife and cutting it into as even of slices as he can manage. He puts a slice on the plate he pulls out for himself, and then a slightly bigger one on Haruno’s. She probably hadn’t eaten in days, so she must be hungry…but, he hesitates for a moment, she hadn’t eaten for a few days so she might not be able to handle so much food…Abbacchio pauses to think about it for a minute before deciding to just give her the slightly smaller one that would've been his.

He makes his way back over to the table and sets down the two paper plates, one in front of Haruno and the other in front of his own chair. “It’s not great but it’s food, you can go ahead and eat if you want. I’m gonna go get us some water.” Usually he would drink a glass (or more, but he tries not to) of wine with his half-assed dinner but with a child in the house with him, he’d rather not. He pulls two cups out of his cabinet, throws some ice from the tray in his freezer into them and fills them with tap water.

When he turns around to walk back to the table he’s surprised to see that Haruno hasn’t even moved to think about touching her food yet. In fact..she looks even sadder and more worried than before their conversation.. All she did was sit there, staring at her lap. He walks back to the table and sets down their glasses. Maybe she just needed more reassurance..? Or she just really genuinely didn’t want to eat or wasn’t hungry? He’d try the first theory first.

“You can eat now. If you want of course, but you really should try. At least a little.”

Haruno gives him a hesitant look before slowly picking up her piece of pizza and takes a small bite out of it. When he smiles in response she picks up the pace significantly, as if he would change his mind and take it away the moment she stopped. It saddens him, but he still lets out a soft chuckle and starts eating his own piece.

“You can have another piece if you want.” he says as the girl nears the end of her slice. He sees the hesitation in her movement before she rapidly nods her head and eats the last of her crust in one bite.

From that point on dinner goes pretty smoothly. Haruno doesn’t talk much throughout it but she eats and that’s all that really matters to Abbacchio right then. As the two start to finish their last slices of the night he takes their glasses to the sink and tosses the empty plates into the trash, mind moving onto its next topic for the night: where would Haruno sleep? Bringing her into his home was a total impulse decision, one that he would do again, but one that he wished he had planned out beforehand.

He has a guest bedroom, but its current state was absolutely unlivable, from what he remembers of last being in it.. Haruno would just have to sleep on the couch tonight and he’d clean the room tomorrow. He goes and grabs some spare blankets and pillows from his closet, instructing Haruno to stay in the living room where they had both been previously. When he returns, he lays them across the couch, forming a make-shift bed.

“Ok. This is where you’ll stay tonight. I’ll try to get your actual room cleared up tomorrow, kay?”

Haruno hesitantly nods before sitting down on the undoubtedly uncomfortable mock bed on the couch.

“If you need anything at all, my room is at the end of the hall. The bathroom is the one next to it to the right. Don’t be afraid to come bother me if you can’t sleep, or get yourself something from the kitchen or whatever.” He does his best to come across as as chill and comfortable as possible, really wanting to get the point across that he doesn’t mind. Haruno, again nods her head without a word. “Alright, night kid. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” He slowly turns to leave for his room, waiting to see if Haruno has anything to say. Once it’s clear she doesn't, he actually leaves.

Abbacchio doesn’t fall asleep for hours, only actually getting an hour or two of sleep the whole night. He had stayed up mentally working out the details of keeping this kid he found. He’d simply have to..adopt her? Yeah, there’s no way he’d willingly let himself give her back to her parents and they'd already eliminated putting her into the system as an option, but he also couldn’t just keep a child in his home without paperwork. He’s pretty sure that’d count as kidnapping. So, he’d simply have to become a father. How hard could it be?

(The answer was very, but Abbaccio would worry about that when he got there, for now, he just had to get this child to be at least a little comfortable around him.)

end notes: sorry i posted this on ao3 like a week ago, ive been kinda sick and tierd and bust and just havent gotten around to posting this here until now

[foulfeast]

Deeply embarrassed to ask this, but I looked away about a month back and clearly missed something important; who is Pluto?

OH GOSH DONT WORRY! :] i havent added any info on them yet in my pinned either, i really need to. I actually just explained this to a friend on discord so ill just copy it w some small corrections. Heres the babygirl themself:

Tjey are a sorcerer in a world where like... magic is more treated as a science, just one that has for years been near impossible to control, replicate etc- incredibly unpredictable and ENDLESSLY complex. IT IS a collection of different energies that we dont have in our world, comparable to things like gravity, electricity, magnetism... idk what yet but i am working on it 🫡 ive been putting a bunch of finnshit in there so i think smth will at least be based on singing spells, so maybe some kind of a force similiar to vibrational energy? Vibration is smth that exists but a form of it that can change the physical aspects of smth or call to the physical elements/nature of smth- singing the ground into a swamp etc

And there is like a lot of lore starting to form about differemt eras of how people approached it - in short Pluto "grew up" on a version where people made an attempt to control it. They slid into a more modern thinking of "moving with it, communicating with it"- however, that is a bit surface level, and they still in actions do seek to control it.

They live in an old church like building- basically an old hospital, now a "town witches" home. Old people still come by to get help with things - so do some younger people who have exhausted other routes

(To be clear- it doesnt always work. Because of the whole unpredictability thing.)

However like... the last 30 yesrs people have moved more towards "modern scientific diciplines" like electricity, whixh is far easier to control

Magic is more powerful but only when successful

Modern sciences and old ones are NOT COMPLETELY SEPERATE! Magic could be ccompared to just electricity, igs just an exra energy in this world (there are different forms of it)

Like medicine & chemistry is closer to old sciences than the use of electricity

Pluto is a smooth charming motherfucker. Huge control freak and saviour complex, but they hide it well. Genuinely well meaning!!! A good person but deeply needy and it makes them capable of causing damage.

This is a lot of... me looking at nostalgia and how things were never fairytales, but there was still a sense of fancy to things when i was a kid - and in recent years it has made somewhat of a return, but i sometimes worry that that kind of nostalgia and openness can also be a way to regress. And then looping back to - how its also important to understand and parse past in a way that helps us learn from it, and take the good parts while mutilating the bad parts into a better shape, no matter how it hurts.

It is about time but "My Moon", a character whose design i need to fuck around with also brings an element of toxic codependency, where Pluto gets to act their chivalrous games and know things and guide someone and My Moon gets to stop growing and developing on their own as they get to always be saved.

So i guess thats still about time... two people who the time will pass by

Not as like, h8ing on tradition, on god, im someone who loves history and seeking answers in it. But like as an exploration of some of my experiences w wanting to regress to this state of helplessness and certainty of what has already passed. Maybe makes no sense :] ill work on explaining it better.

Allthough I wil say,if i ever do some full project w pluto, it will be more wholesome, at least on surface! There is a lot of love in their life.