#because yk he is mentioned

[recareels]

warnings: 18+, implied student-professor relationship, implied pseudo-cest (with sunday) if you choose to read it that way

having this semi-nonsensical reoccurring thought of you arriving late to one of mr reca’s lectures wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater—something that’s a couple of sizes too big for you, something that clearly isn’t yours—and mr reca watching you sharply, his expression teetering on a scowl as you scamper towards an empty seat.

“what happened?” he drawls as you settle behind the desk. “couldn’t find a shirt that fit?”

“huh?” you look down at yourself, frazzled. then, with a sheepish giggle, “no, actually, i overslept. i guess i was in such a hurry this morning that i must’ve grabbed sunday’s sweater by mistake.”

and if you didn’t know him as well as you do, you wouldn’t have noticed the infinitesimal narrowing of his eyes, the slight quirk of his head, the gentle quiver of his brow—suspicious, curious, incredulous.

nor would you have known what those gestures mean.

you can almost see the question glinting in his gaze, bright and inquisitive.

what could’ve possibly made you, his best student and as much of a perfectionist as her dear older brother, so exhausted you overslept? and, perhaps more importantly, why was said older brother’s sweater in your bedroom?

“see me after class,” he says, the demand curt, crimson eyes snapping to the hand adjusting your sweater—practically hanging off of you, bare shoulder and pink satin bra strap exposed—then back to your face, his lips flattening into a thin, hard line. “it’s time we have a discussion about tardiness and respect.”

[cha1cedony]

Being both aroace and a huge nerd, it irks me a little that 99% of the asexual and/or aroace headcanons I see (and not aroallo headcanons interestingly, which could be its own post but I digress) are about characters who spend all their time working/studying/etc…. scientists, academics, introverts, shut-ins, even. I assume the common reasoning is that these characters only care about their work and don’t have time for things like relationships and sex. But like. You know that’s not what asexuality is… right 😀

Obviously it’s fine to headcanon these types of characters as ace, but I just always wonder about allo fans’ reasoning for it and what it implies about their opinions of asexual people. When the ONLY characters you can think of as ace are just nerdy, quiet/socially awkward characters with no other canon implications that they’d be ace, to me it just sounds like you think people are asexual because they can’t attract sexual partners? Or because they don’t have time for relationships??

Anyway it just annoys me a little that this is the VAST majority of the ace representation I see, both in canon and fandom. I’m an aroace academic, but I’m not aroace because I don’t have time for people or because I’m shy or awkward or lonely or whatever. I’m aroace because I’m aroace lol

Tl;dr, asexual/aroace people aren’t all innocent nerdy introverts (and aroallos aren’t all extroverts with a long history of one night stands, btw). Let ace characters be loud and stupid. Or try headcanoning a loud and stupid character as ace (you can do it, I promise)

[bee623]

RIGHT BEFORE OINKING AT AN OFFICER OF THE LAW???? in the most respectful aromantic way possible Zac Oyama I <3 you so much

[cometblaster2070]

oh boy im having thoughts about miquella and malenia again!!!

i don't know if it was intentional or not but like yk seeing malenia's entire character and seeing how the most important thing to her (save for her brother) is her dignity and her pride and her sense of self. after a lifetime of fighting the scarlet rot malenia is someone who still resists it every day no matter how strong it gets because she is someone who will fight to the bitter end to make sure it doesn't overtake her, to make sure that she's still just her and not the vessel for the rot.

(of course, the exception to this is when she bloomed in aeonia and in her fight with us, but I'll call those last-ditch attempts arising out of desperation so)

you get it malenia suffers every day of her life and the rot threatens to consume her but she refuses to let it win and instead completely rejects it and scorns it; she won't let it take away what makes her her.

and contrast it with the dlc where we see her brother miquella do exactly the opposite of what she does. because of his crosses, we see how much of himself miquella has lost how he constantly sheds pieces of himself in his effort to become a god to the point where he even discards his love, his other half st. trina.

he did all this to fulfill his goals, to succeed in what he thought was right; what he thought was a necessary sacrifice that would only bring him closer to his goals of a kind and compassionate world. only the problem is it ended up making him into something he was not; miquella the kind was certainly not like miquella the unalloyed.

i am aware that miquella even in the base game was not the wow sunshine jesusesque figure that did no wrong and was purehearted through and through. even then there were hints to a more complex character, but I think the difference between miquella the kind and miquella the unalloyed is that the miquella of before was someone who cared so so deeply on such a personal level; he was someone who put his heart and soul into helping each and everyone whether it be by crafting prosthetics or needles for his sister to ward away the rot and the meddling of outer gods or whether it was to try to give his brother godwyn a proper death; he was someone who cared very very deeply and in a very personal manner. but afterwards, I think in his quest for godhood miquella became someone very distant, very impersonal in the way a benevolent god who is looking out for everyone and who is "doing the right thing no matter what because ik better and I have the power to fix things" is. he is very removed from that which he once was; he abandoned himself and subsequently abandoned the very ideals he was fighting for.

miquella the kind still wants a world filled with peace and compassion but now, he is a god, now he is someone willing to take the most drastic of measures because now he is no longer the boy that was miquella the unalloyed that believed in an age of compassion with love present. you cannot have compassion without having love which, of course, miquella the kind has abandoned.

i don't know there's just something interesting about these siblings where one has continuously resisted the urge of an outer god who is trying to force her into being something she does not want to be and then there is the one who willingly rips away that which makes him him because he thinks that this will help him become someone he should be; it will help him become the god that will fix this broken world.

[mikalilys]

Remus in tcoptp as soon as someone mentions something involving him being a job: 😡😡😡

[pareidolla]

how tall is your broken for scientific purposes

oh!! this is such perfect timing i actually just finished marking down everyone's heights the other day

broken — 5'3 (160 cm) contrarian/opportunist — 5'4 (162 cm) hero — 5'6 (167 cm) hunted — 5'7 (170 cm) paranoid — 5'8 (172 cm) smitten/cold — 6'0 (182 cm) skeptic — 6'2 (187 cm) cheated — 6'4 (193 cm) stubborn — 6'9 (205 cm)

my broken is very small ♡♡♡♡ little purse dog ♡♡ hero is also very small ♡♡ ok edward elric ♡♡♡

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Boy oh boy i really hope my toucb starved charles ask went through

oh i assure you friend the ask went through this time 🔍..

[crystalleoi]

au doodle... wanted to write a short interaction between these two :)

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Imo Jason is “irredeemable” by default because I don’t see what he needs redemption from.

[fallen6253]

The Stars Have Fallen to Earth, Can You Imagine That?

Tanned skin.  White hair.  Dark eyes. Their gaze moves slow, steady, makes its way to the window of a subway car.  In the brief moment it passes by, a small head with black hair peeks through. 

There was no eye contact.  But they knew the other was there. On some subconscious level, as if their very essence were attuned to one another.  

A rumble.  The car trembles.  Then it shakes.  Suddenly it's been thrown off the course of eternity and into a place of being known.

The subway crashes into solid ground.

A dreaming boy wakes up.

Miles away, a priestess known for denying god staggered in her footsteps.  Another migraine.  Another message.

Accompanied, for the first time, by an earthquake.

Huh. New.

The priestess picks up a pen and paper and rushes to a place hidden in darkness.  

A young man, hair and eyes as dim as night alight with stars, is waiting for her at the door to a beautiful home.  He walks her to a sitting room, tables set to the tone of a business meeting as if that was what this was.

Business as usual.

Of course.  It is.

He has a message about this world’s newest arrival.  And…a request.

She says this looking towards a man known for his wit and wile.  Brown eyes saturated to a dulcet red.  Blood red hair.  Clothes fitting and comfortable.  

He was on vacation.

Was.

The note warned first and foremost that nobody would hear from the god for a while.  Apparently bringing stars down from the sky costs quite a bit.  Well, that was what the note said, but the one reading it did not know its meaning yet.

The note then told them that the epicenter of that earthquake was near his home, and the damage to the forest should not be too drastic, since the cause was made of stardust and dream remnants and memories far too old to recall anymore.  It should fade with time, as all memories do.  By then it will return to creation and merge with the forest.  Again, the reader did not know what that meant.  He could only guess some things.

But the last lines caught his attention.  For two reasons.

The first being the mention of a child.  Far too young and far too ancient for all that it has seen.  The second reason being that this god made a request.  Not some mission with a reward.  Not some threat or warning with a clue as to how these mortals would react.  A genuine request he could choose to ignore completely without consequence since the god was indisposed. A sincere gesture for help that does not involve favors or world-blaming calamities.  

This being known for death asked a single mortal to save a helpless existence.

And for once the person reading it did not think about rejecting it at all.

He could be annoyed about it, something crashlanding into his forest, but…

There’s a kid that needs help first, we can yell at god for throwing him here later.

Do you think the plotting protagonist kept a library with stories of others like him?  Of dying worlds and forgotten names and tired heroes who made too many mistakes?

Edited, bc I have had a title for it and I just didn't change the post for some reason.

[ohitslen]

Duet

“Can we be the same way together”

[hibernating-stag]

I've heard there's heated debate on this topic but I Do Not Care, I formed a solid opinion the first time I saw one of his win screens

^ This guy HAS to be 15 ^

[nathsolkyoako]

Posting this before I can chicken out

What are you supposed to do when your friend dies?

Drugs? No that didn’t work before. And that’s what caused this too that’s off the table. For now.

You can’t run, nowhere to run. And you still remember your home and running didn’t help there either. It’s still there when candles fizzle out in the wax, and the ache in your shoulder gets just annoying enough to notice.

You can’t hurt. Cause it or take it. Not much to hurt either. What there is wouldn’t help much. No point in doing so either it’s not anyone’s fault but yours.

And his. It wasn’t your fault he ran into a monsters mouth but it’s also your point to do something about that. you couldn’t have done nothing.

But you did and now he’s dead.

You swore you saw him smile even though he didn’t have a mouth. Almost heard him laugh through lungs he didn’t have.

You’re at the wheel and he’s dead, his brain in a chip his body’s stored in the back room next to barrels and crates. And your where he stood. And then where he lay.

Lights are off and nobody’s home

He doesn’t get cold no point in giving him a blanket, but the comfort wouldn’t hurt. He’s not there to thank you but you say you’re welcome to the dead eyes and clean off the marker on his face. He never liked it but it’s still his, it should keep his expression, not a smile.

It’s been a few days, And when you pay your respects to your dead your unsure weither to include his name

And you’re not sure what to say when your captains say they’re bringing him back.

And now his voice is there, his body’s gathering dust, it doesn’t sound fully like him.

He is the ground you walk on, he still offers to steer when you get tired, but he’s not there.

He was almost there. Almost.

So what do you do when your friend dies?

Try to keep the echo alive

“We’ll be leaving Alphonze behind”

[rockgodklav]

KLAVIER PLEASE PLEASE I NEED YOUR HELP I NEED TO CONVICE APOLLO THAT IVE TRANSFOEMED YOU INTO A DOG UHHH IDK ABOUT COMPENSATION BUT JUST!!! ONCE PLEADEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE 😭😭😭😭

(any klavier LMAO)

“..Just this once, ja, I’ll play along.”

“…Er……. Bark, bark? Achtung?”

[arttsuka]

Having been in both fandoms, I seriously don't understand why two characters (Jimmy from mouthwashing and Valentino from hazbin hotel) don't get the same or even similar treatment from the fans despite both of them having SAd someone.

[animangalover-writes]

So I had a dream about wincest(being obsessed with each other as always lol)

I was half asleep when I wrote this so bear with me

So I had this dream where some monster essentially got to sam and manipulated his world into his like ideal world. And his ideal world was him being a kid again with Dean taking care of him, just them in this little house. The same perfect day played over and over again, like a time loop. And somewhere outside this house is the real Dean, caught a time loop of his own, as he continously breaks into this little house to try to get to Sam and free him. But this monster always gets to him first and catches him off guard. It's like he doesn't remember the last time he was in the house, like it always feels like the first time setting foot in it, because the creature uses the same move over and over to kill him(but like, he doesn't really die, its more like this world is its own little pocket dimension and every time dean dies he wakes up outside of it again). And ever time, kid Sam hears something, but the monster/kid Dean tells him it's ok and they ignore it.

By the way, the monster in my dream is basically like this black-grey sentient goop(think Venom) that can morph itself into anyone it wants, and is hanging in weird strands all around the house that Sam doesn't notice. But dean does, and even though he tries to avoid stepping in it, it always catches his foot and essentially Webs his hands and gun in place, disarming him, then slams him against a glass mirror or a wall hard enough that it kills him.

Anyway, somewhere outside of this loop, Dean is vaguely aware that this monster always catches him with the same move, and the only reason he dies every time is because the surprise attack makes him too unsteady to shoot it, and catches him at a point where his footing is off, so he's easy to take down. But every time he enters the house again, he forgets what he learned, and it takes him down all over again. He admits to someone unseen that the reason it takes him down so easily/catches him off guard is because he's alone, aka Sam's not there to help him.

At some point, Sam starts becoming more aware that something is off, and that things are too perfect.

This is where the dream gets kind of fuzzy, but essentially Sam becomes aware enough and, still as a kid, sees adult dean walking through the house and calls out to him, confused. This time, Dean sees Sam and looks utterly relieved and says "Sammy..." like he's so happy to have found him. But this distraction causes the monster to catch him off guard again. It catches his foot and grabs his hands in its weird goo, but Sam is here now, and he sees this creature for the first time. So he yells out to Dean to move a certain way that gives him enough leverage to shoot the creature(this was mentioned as something dean always knew would help but always forgot when in the house).

Meanwhile, the monster actively tries to get into Sam's mind again and tell him, as young Dean, that everything will be ok so long as he let's him kill this intruder who's trying to hurt them. Finally it stops working on Sam and he becomes his real age again.

Some fight happens in between that I didn't really get to see, but the outcome was this: they managed to hurt the creature by working together, now that Dean wasn't alone, he doesn't die and actually gets some good shots in. At some point, Sam rushes the thing and the only reason it doesn't hurt him is because it grew some sort of attachment to him during the whole thing, and so he's the only one that it would let kill it(feels like a metaphor for Sam and Dean's real codependent obsessive relationship).

Anyway I don't remember much after this so that's basically all I have, so yeah.(also ignore any typos, I didn't edit this. I just woke up)