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[christian-oc-tournament]

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Oriana of Airi [Chronicles of the Free Fall @writingvalkyrie]

Oriana is one of the Wild-folk from the skylands of Airi. The youngest, and only daughter, out of 7 leaves her both doted upon and lonely. But her biggest problem is the fact that out of all of the Wing-folk in the Kingdom of Aurelia, she is the only one who's wings never came in. This has left her friendless, an outcast over something she has no control over, yearning for companionship and adventure, and wondering what the Allfather's plan is in all of this.

Peg [Days of Resistance @thewritingautisticat]

Peg is a smol bean who was born with physical disfigurement, including a hunchback and facial deformity. This also led to having to have his leg amputated. He's considered a "Freak" by others, but he's a really sweet boy and just wants to be loved. He is BABEY.

[yakuzacanons]

Wow you're literally the best thing to happen to this platform 🧎‍♀️

I would like to request an angst with fluff ending for Majima and reader 👀 Maybe something involving Makoto and jealousy? 👀

I'd say that it's not just one thing that instantaneously makes the reader break down. First, she notices the wistful look that Majima had when he first tells her about Makoto. Then it's the song that he sings at Karaoke that she just knows it's dedicated to her. And finally, it's when he comes back from Sotenbori acting distant and she immediately knows that something is up, causing her to just burst into tears, resigned and defeated. "Why am I even here?"

I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR INCREDIBLE BRAIN TO BRRRR AGAIN

First of all bless u sweet anon, and second of all my brain is going so brrr that if I were to describe it I might explode and we cannot have that. Sorry it took so long to respond to this one, I had to let it simmer in da ol' brain for a bit cuz I have too many ideas for this. Gonna be a long one so sorry in advance but also I am not sorry cuz it's Majima babey! Headcanon below da cut as always. Spoilers for Yakuza 0 and 5.

Majima isn't exactly secretive but he is selective about what he says, especially when embarking into a romantic relationship. The last time he was romantically involved, it ended in a messy divorce. Generally, a lot of things in Majima's life have ended that way so he's delicate whenever he talks about his past.

In doing so, he doesn't realize he's making you feel alienated. Whenever you do ask about his past, it's obvious that he's tense. His answers get shorter, he changes the subject faster. Initially you didn't mind. You knew about his previous marriage, even if only in so few words because he's not one to dwell on that subject. But he never told you about Makoto.

You actually first hear about Makoto via Kiryu, who didn't mean to bring it up. Maybe Majima was just having a particularly bad day and Kiryu says something like "Last time I saw Majima-neesan that upset, it was..." before trailing off. Kiryu can't lie to save his life, and eventually he spills the beans, trying to keep it short by saying "Oh, it's this girl we both knew in the 80's." but it's too late. The secret's out now.

You're not mad that he kept this from you but you're a little surprised. The two of you never had trouble talking about past loves. Even if Majima didn't necessarily enjoy the topic, he was truthful. So why hide this? When you finally confront him with the question, he completely freezes.

He'll immediately deflect with a "How'd ya hear 'bout that?" but when he realizes he can't wiggle his way out of this one, he'll sigh and finally give you the truth. It hurts him that you didn't hear it from him first. Did he plan on telling you eventually? Maybe, probably, he thinks, but secretly he isn't entirely sure. If allowed, would he have left it all buried in the past?

Majima summarizes the events as best as he can without showing any particular feelings towards the matter, but you can see the faintest glimmer in his eyes, a kind you've never seen before. It's a nostalgic ache, both a yearning for what used to be and complete resignation to the fact he could never go back. Eventually you realize that pressing him further is only making him recoil, so you let it slide with a huffy breath. Still, you can't help but wonder what was so special about Makoto that he couldn't even tell YOU of all people that she even existed?

You had nearly forgotten these nagging feelings until you saw the way Majima sang "As Long As You're Happy" at karaoke a few nights later. There was that faint glimmer again. Secretly, Majima's also bugged by his own thoughts and feelings on the matter but neither of you know what to say, if there even IS anything to say, to fix this. He sings to air out these thoughts, not realizing how it looks to you.

You manage to keep it together until Majima leaves to Sotenbori for a work related trip. He'd done this before and it should've been fine but this time it was anything but. You spent nights staring at the ceiling, images of a younger Majima hand in hand with Makoto in the streets of Sotenbori. Him with that long hair you'd only seen in photos and that suit that he doesn't wear anymore. The version of him that Makoto knows and that you could never know.

When Majima finally returns from his trip late one night, you're still lying in bed, wide awake. Normally, he would wake you up immediately and smother you with kisses but instead he walks to the nearby window and lights a cigarette, not realizing you were awake just a few feet away. Majima leans against the windowsill, exhaling heavily, his eyes completely clouded. You'd never seen him like this before.

Before you know it, hot tears are pouring down your face. Was Makoto that big of a deal that he would be acting this, as if he were an entirely different person? Maybe he was, you feared. Maybe the real Majima was still locked away somewhere in an alley in Sotenbori, grasping Makoto close as they hide from thugs, his ever watchful eye fixated on her. The thought drowned you completely.

You hadn't realized it, but your whimpers had become audible. Majima snaps out of his stupor and turns to glance at you as you lay in bed with the blanket pulled nearly over your entire face and it finally clicks. "Ah, shit, shit..." he mutters to himself as he hastily puts out his cigarette. Sure, having to think about and let alone talk about Makoto was complicated for him but he'd gotten over it before and he could do it again. But you? In his daze, he'd forgotten to think about it might've affected you and that hurt him more than recollecting a dozen memories with Makoto ever would.

He rushes to the bed. "Oi, what gives?" Majima's voice is surprisingly docile. He can tell he's hurt you but how could he even begin to approach the issue? He couldn't lie and say Makoto DIDN'T matter to him at all but what could he actually say that would help?

He prods you again with the question, to which you sit up almost violently in bed, throwing the blanket down to Majima's surprise. Your eyes are red and your face is stained with tears. Even though just before you were trying to avoid his gaze, now you were staring straight into his soul. Majima just sits back nervously, eyes wide, as you let out an exasperated "Why am I even here?!".

Majima is stunned as he lets out a meek "Well, ain't it 'cuz we're a couple 'n all?" and immediately realizing how stupid he sounded. He was deflecting again, as he always did whenever Makoto was brought up. His statement only brings you further to tears as you blurt out the one thing you had been trying so desperately not to say: "Why the fuck am I here, Goro? Just to fill some Makoto shaped void in your life?"

Only now does he finally see the extent to which this has hurt you, to which it has driven between a wedge between the two of you. Immediately, he engulfs you in a hug as you cry. Majima knows he's no saint but damn if he could go back to when you first asked and make it all right, he would.

His gloved hands grip you tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as you continue to sob, his mind flooded this time with memories of you: when you first met, when he first let his guard down around you, and when you accepted him so immediately and lovingly that he thought he was dreaming. How could he take all of that and turn it against you without a second thought?

When he finally speaks, his voice aches in a way you'd never heard before, his accent slipping slightly. "Hey... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... for hidin' this from you and... for only thinkin' 'bout myself. I thought I'd ruin all o' this by talkin' 'bout it... and turns out I'm ruining this instead by lettin' myself get so stuck in the past that I can't see what's right in goddamn frontta me."

Majima gently pulls you away as you sniffle in front of him. "Oi, look at me" he says as he gently lifts your chin. "My past... hell, all of me. Ya never once thought twice about stickin' by my side and I've been an ungrateful sonnova bitch. I know words can't make up for me bein' an oblivious ass, but I need ya to know this: my past, Makoto, all of it, knowing now it'd lead me here to ya, I wouldn't change a damn thing. And I'd go through it all again if it meant gettin' to be here with ya, here 'n now. None o' that matters to me anymore. You do."

You sniffle a few times before finally cracking a smile. "Ah, there we go. There's that cute lil' smile I love" Majima jokes as he pulls you in for a hug, this time smothering you in cuddles and kisses. "Hey, don't make me laugh, I'm supposed to be mad at you" you can't help but giggle. Majima kisses your forehead before laying down next to him, wiping away a few remnants of tears. "Sorry, can't help it. I just love seein' ya smile. Hell, I just love YOU."

[merlinmerlot]

damn that anons an asshole. what are your thoughts on d&d alignment id love to hear em

nothing would make me happier thank you anon o7

My original post addressing the anon was mostly in response to their comment about how 'd&d has alignments so it can't be black and white lol' (or at least that's what i Assume they meant. i can't say i'm too sorry if i misinterpret their words).

tl;dr i hate the alignment system and kind of think it sucks balls dick and ass.

i'll take the L for using the phrase 'black and white' fairly liberally but my general usage of it refers to things being painted into Specific Categories and there being no Fluidity between categories; Like fine d&d morality isn't black and white, its black, gray, and white. You're either good, evil, or 'ehhh can't i be both?' (neutral). You get three choices babey. (Yes, there's the lawful and chaotic sides, but imo that's another bag of beans to get into and they're Supposed to be just descriptors, not actual morality indicators. i also think the lawful/chaotic distinction sucks but ANYWAYSSS)

This is Especially heinous when previously, alignments were used to describe d&d races in their entirety. i don't think i need to explain why referring to all goblins or all drow or all orc as 'evil' is Really Bad. like Really Really Bad.

Anyways, even if the alignment system was more Fluid (like a line where the two ends are 'evil' and 'good' and you can place your character wherever you want on that line), defining a character's morality that one-dimensionally is useless at best and shitty at worst:

(As an aside: I've only taken like, basic college anthropology classes. this is using my Very Basic knowledge of cultural morality.)

Morality is Defined by your culture and society. What You might consider bad could be considered Fine in another culture. That doesn't mean your definition is wrong, or that theirs is wrong either; Just that everything, including your understanding of reality/morality, is relative. Cultural Relativism and all that.

Now, D&D's races, classes, regions, etc. all have their own specific cultures. The culture of githyanki is significantly more different then that of say, gnomes, and what is considered 'evil' in one culture might be 'good' in another. But, D&D does not take a cultural relative approach, and instead defines morality by the Faerun standard. (or, at the very least, the standards of the gods.)

This becomes very unfortunate, because what this means is that every culture, no matter how foreign, no matter if they're in a Completely different plane than Faerun (or whatever the default setting is at the time), is defined by what the 'good races' of the default setting think is 'good' or 'bad'. This is like if we were to force the american definition of morality on every other place on planet earth - ohhhh that's right, that actually happens. (DISCLAIMER: do i have to say this? well, just in case: this is not a defense of like, shitty morals. murder is bad. etc.)

And like, it gets worse, because morality is not even really an opinion that you can be ambiguous about in Faerun - There are literally Planes defined by being either Good Or Evil. The Upper Planes are Objectively, by the setting, Good, and the Lower Planes are, Objectively, Bad. What they say is the Truth of the matter, or as truthful as it gets, anyways (if I were to be kind to the setting, i would have to admit its actually a Little more complicated than that, but, i digress).

What I'm essentially getting at is because D&D was made by some white guys who based morality off of their own standards of it, that alignment in D&D is very western and eurocentric, like most of the game. Again, goblins/orcs/drows, typically seen as the Evil race, frequently were influenced by the cultures of non white pple (if you need an example, just read up on any d&d lore and look at how goblin/orc magic, religion, and social organization is described, compared to their human counterparts). Again, i don't think i need to explain how that's Sucks Balls.

Im realizing that i should probably bring this back to bg3 and why i think giving the companions 'alignments' isn't very helpful when it comes to describing them. like, take lae'zel; if we're using the Faerun definition of morality, she is lawful evil. Her society is evil by faerun standards and she follows their code entirely and she does like threatening and killing people. But like, really? From her perspective, she is just doing what is right/'good' for her people; and when she realizes that what is right for her people is different, she stops following Vlaakith and pledges herself to [SPOILERS]. maybe you could make a case that she 'changes' alignment upon this choice, but it's not as if her ideals are drastically different - she's still pretty chill with murder, and she continues to want the best for her people. And like, need I remind you that other characters that can be defined as lawful evil are like, Ketheric and shit, and d&d alignment puts them all into the same bag. So like, what now?

This became mostly rambles lol. But regardless, its not as if the D&D alignment system is Completely unsalvageable. But any usage of the alignment system must come with the caveat that it is Subjective.

[mostsleepynezuko]

when all you want is to live in peace with your family but demons keep eating them

[ford-ye-fiji]

The worst part about writing this crossover is the Doctor don’t shut his mouth. He won’t stop talking. And Five gets quiet for way too long and i always have to prompt him like “do you have something to add for the rest of the class Five???” And he’s just,,, “shit.” AND THATS IT

[tanukihost]

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How are we the same!?

plot twist, caleb, we are actually twins who were separated at birth :///// surprise ://////

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ME 2 SO DONT EVEN WORRY

i............. Big Heart Eyes at u...........

[atypi-cals]

Conk creet babey:

[ID: Three photos of a fluffy orange cat in a purple harness and leash rolling around on a parking lot's concrete. End ID.]

The Wizard:

[ID: Three photos of cats taken with flash, causing their eyes to reflect. The first two photos are of a gray and white cat. In the first photo he is curled on his side, showing his tummy. Only one eye glows. In the second photo, he is laying on his side, looking at the camera. Both eyes glow, and his expression seems somewhat smug. The third photo is of a fluffy orange cat showing her tummy. Both eyes glow brightly. Her lip is curled in what resembles a silly smile. End ID.]

Tangle of toes:

[ID: A photo of a gray and white cat. He is laying down with all four of his feet piled together in front of him. Toe beans from three of his paws are visible. End ID:]

Bonus baby pics:

[ID: Two photos of kittens. The first is of a 3 month old orange kitten laying on her back with her paws visible. Her head is tilted and one ear is folded under it. The second photo is of a 5 month old gray and white kitten, who is attacking a hand that is playing with him from under a blanket. Both kittens show more striping as kittens than they do as adults, and the orange cat is significantly less fluffy as a kitten. End ID:]

in light of my phone having a near death experience, I rebooted my old iPhone, so... have a dump of old cat pics:

Don't drop the cat food (best day of his life):

[ID: A photo of a kitchen and hallway, in which a significant amount of cat food is spilled on the floor. A gray and white cat is eating some of it. End ID]

Fluffy cat in tube lol:

[ID: Four photos of a fluffy orange cat in a tunnel shaped cat toy designed to look like a goldfish. In the first photo, she is half in, half out of the tunnel. In the second, only her head is in the tunnel. In the third, only her tail is visible, as she hides in the tunnel. In the fourth photo, she is once again half in, half out of the tunnel. Because she is long-haired, where ever her fur meets the tunnel entrance, it is pressed down, making her look a little funny in most of the photos. End ID]

Why you should get a glass table:

[ID: Two photos from the underside of a glass table, which a gray and white cat is laying on, visible through the glass, as well as his hind paws and toe beans. In the first photo, his front paws are peeking over the edge of the table. The second photo is zoomed in on his hind paws. End ID.]

The first cats name was Graystripe and he was male, and the second cats name is Tyli (Tiger Lilly) she is female.

I have a few more I'll RB with.

[autisticaradiamegido]

ooh ooh please show us the buttons and enamel pins and patches pretty please

oh yeag babey jacket tour!!

ok so pic 1: we got wall-e and haunted mansion from d*sney world (look fuck a corporation but i do love robots in love and i AM your ghost host.) we got grass pokemans from a vendor at a local con who i REALLY wish i could credit for their great art but unfortunately i dont have their name! then we got a “respect peoples pronouns” button from the ACLU, and ghost cat who my roommate bought for me at the salem witch museum recently!

pic 2: ed and al are from the same artist as the pokemon buttons, my aunt got me the cat pronoun button the christmas after i came out, waluigi Con Dad and dipper all also came from various convention artist alleys, and the “neither” button i believe i got at pride one year.

pic 3: patches!! as u can see i still have a lot of free real estate here but we got Future Corpse and the order of the good death logo, both courtesy of Caitlyn Doughty’s merch shop, a toe beans appreciation patch i actually won at an arcade on my bday this year, and…. you know ;) plus various BIG buttons i’ve picked up at various protests in the last year. there has, unfortunately, been a lot to protest.

[if-you-like-pina-colada-s]

Thoughts on Prussia and Russia?

Prussia: absolute trash gremlin I hate him (affectionate). He is obnoxious, loud, and annoying. But he is also caring, brave, and bold.

If I knew him in real life, I have a feeling I'd genuinely hate him. I find his attitude atrocious and he is just way too much to handle.

But I think he's a very sincere and genuine person. He's a really caring brother to Germany, and an awesome friend to have. He seems like the kind of person who isn't ashamed to show his love for someone. He loves his brother and he'll tell the whole world that (I wouldn't put it past him to embarrass Germany in public). He loves his pets and he isn't afraid of taking them everywhere he goes (I swear to God this man isn't seen ONCE without Gilbird). He loves his friends and dammit if he has to he WILL scream it from the top of the roof until they believe him.

Chaotic as he may be you'd be stupid to get rid of a friend like him. I think his boldness is both his worst and best personality trait, its something i truly afmire about him. Although he isn't one of my top favorite characters, he has a special place in my heart for that.

I mentioned a body headcanon for Canada, so I might as well do it for all the characters. Prussia is definitely a lanky dude, but he's got muscle. He is definitely athletic, but I think he probably has a more similar build to a cyclist or a swimmer, rather than a weightlifter perhaps. And that's all of what I can think of for now.

Russia: babey bean. He is my lil teddy bear.

Russia is a sweet guy, he seems like he really enjoys a lot of the gentle and humble beauties in life. He strikes me as liking pastel colors, soft textures, and flowery type decor. I think part of the reason I have this sort of image of him is because it is stated that he can be childish and maybe a bit naive. He just wants to hang out with his friends and have fun. But it seems the world isn't all sunflowers and cupcakes for him.

Others tend to be scared of him. And my understanding is that he knows that people are scared of him, but doesn't understand why. I mean, it should be obvious that taking advantage of other people and forcing them to be your friend isn't something people enjoy, but I guess not to him. I feel he, similar to America, sometimes doesn't know how to read the atmosphere. Is he still book smart and street smart, duh, how else would he have become a world power, but he lacks in the emotionally smart department.

As for body headcanon. He is SOFT. He's got muscle but it's the olympic weightlifter kinda muscle. And obviously, he is hella tall. As I stated, he's just a big ol' teddy bear.

[spiltscribbles]

Miss you and your marvelous writing!!!! Just a prompt if you’re up to it 😊 exes wolfstar staying friends but sirius gets into a new relationship and he brings his new boo to somewhere he took remus and remus gets sad 😭 but they get back together eventually

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“He can just be so… So” James pauses right then, takes off his cap with the hand that’s still clutching his baseball bat, and ruffles his hair with the other.

“Un-opinionated,” Remus offers half heartedly as they turn the block to the small coffee shop nearest school, both of them freshly showered after the required morning workouts for Tuesday and Thursdays. It’s the first semester in which Remus has actually joined in on the seven minute track, considering the fact that even despite their crazy contradictory schedules with all the sports and extra curriculars they each had, Sirius always made it a point to buy their ice coffees and drop it off to Remus, sometimes leaving them a quarter of an hour late for first period, or as just a quick drop and dash if one of them had an exam. 

It was sweet, considerate. It was Sirius showing how much he cared because he’s never been one for words, even if he would frequently print off the little texts Remus would send him about how Sirius made him feel, and hang it up on the wall besides his bed, along with photos of them and Remus by himself and a few of their other friends too.

But yeah… None of that is really a thing anymore, not the coffees or the texts or the promises of being one another’s always. Not after calling it quits in early January because they knew by August they’d be working with thousands of miles between them and a three hour difference on top of that. It just wouldn’t have been feasible in the long run, and sure— Remus was the one to broach the topic and he knows that Sirius was hesitant about the logical side of it, but sometimes Remus wishes Sirius had fought harder, had argued louder, had wanted Remus more. But that’s a ridiculous expectation, and he had only admitted as much to Lily. And at the end of the day, it was the right choice, because it’s only early May now, and Remus can’t imagine how sick he’ll feel once catching his flight to Berkeley, and they’re steadfastly back in the best friends category of things. He can’t fathom how it would’ve been if they spent all these months and the ones after being together in all those intimate ways, knowing that they’ll be so far apart soon enough.

It was the right decision for the both of them and their friendship.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go with that,” James says, bringing Remus out of his gloomy contemplations while opening the glass door to Three Broomsticks, sporting a thin smile that he always has on when he’s trying to be kind even when he’s irritated as all get out. 

Remus snorts at him, elbow checking his side as he walks past. “Well he’s sharing that dorm with you and Sirius in New Haven, so I guess you’ve got that to look forwards to.”

James’s face pulls into a grimace and their typical barista nods their way, already receiving their orders through the app and sparing them having to wait in the queue. “Maybe Pete’ll grow his own personality in university, yeah?”

“Sure Prongsie,” Remus says, noncommittal as he checks his phone and lies against the windowpane, already exhausted by the morning. “And if he doesn’t, I’m sure Sirius is about to blow his lid any day now.”

“It’s going to be funny as fuck, and you won’t even be there to see the debris,” James counters, sounding pleasant enough even though Remus knows that he’s nearly as pissed off as Sirius is about the decision for him to go back to his home state for undergrad. 

“You’ll send pictures though.”

“Of course Moony my old friend,” James jokes, tossing him a wink as they straighten once spotting their coffees being rung up. But as Remus takes a step forwards, he notices that a familiarly tan pair of hands are reaching for them, and when Remus looks up he feels like an idiot for not noticing him sooner. Because there Sirius is, dashing as ever in their school’s maroon blazer and tan pants, and his hair is windblown and shining as it falls midway of the nape of his neck. But Remus doesn’t really have the chance to appreciate just how damn good looking his ex-boyfriend is, rather, he’s more distracted by how Sirius doesn’t even notice him or James as he pivots around and hands over the second cup to a beaming Gideon Prewett. Their heads incline while they exchange a few words that are absolutely impossible to pick up in the crowded cafe before they bump their shoulders together and walk out the opposite door.

And it feels like nothing else watching that exchange— like their was a hammer and pick chipping away at his stupid, weeping heart.

“I think they’re just doing a project together,” James says lowly in Remus’s ear, clapping him on the back in reassurance, and Remus loves him, but he’s not in the mood for false platitudes, feels like there is a ugly, burning fire festering deep in his stomach and making Remus want to hurl all over the wooden floors.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies instead, mild as he discretely picks up his phone again and opens up to the last conversation he had this morning.

R: need intel 

L: Say more sexy things to me, lover 

R: sirius and Gideon

R: what’s going on there

L: I’ll take a look, dw

Buoyed by Lily’s scary levels of detective skills, Remus returns his phone to his satchel and signals James to follow him to pick up their actual drinks. “C’mon, Flitwick hates it when we’re late.”

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“Do you want the good news first, or the bad.” Lily asks Remus later that morning during their shared free period, dropping her bag on the tabletop that they typically commandeer towards the back of Hogwarts’s library, nearest the windows and tucked away by the shelves.

“Is there actually any good news? Or are you just saying that to make me feel better.” Remus asks, single brow cocked as he shuts his history book and tosses it to the side.

“Well your hair looks especially nice today,” she offers with a small smile, sitting besides him and ruffling his curls.

“Thanks, I suppose. But I’d rather just get to it. And don’t sigh at me like that! All long suffering and all.”

Rolling her eyes, Lily gathers her hair into a high pony before turning to Remus fully. “You’re my best friend, I love you more than just about anyone. You know that, right?” Lily asks him, stiff stance relaxing when he nods in turn. “Then understand that I’m saying this from a place of love, but you don’t get to be mad at him, okay. You’re the one who called it off Re, you’re the one who wanted you guys to go back to being friends to avoid that messiness in August. And you know I respect the decision, but also it wasn’t the only one to be had. I mean look at James and I—“

“You’re going to Columbia Lils,” Remus bristles, hates how defensive he’s getting all of a sudden. “That train ride is like two hours and some change at the very most. It’s not the same.”

“You guys could’ve made it work,” she insists, green eyes blazing in the dim light. “He’s crazy about you, and you’re in love with him— Like ass backwards in love. You can’t just cut that off like it’s nothing, damn it, Remus.”

He can feel his own ears reddening and Remus hates it, hates how today had started off so innocuous and now it’s an absolute shit show. Remus hates that Lily is always correct about everything, and hates how Sirius probably is regretting telling Remus he still fully intends to ask him out to prom, and hates how much he loves him— how whenever he looks at Sirius it’s just a deluge of wanting and adoring and regretting and needing to feel his lips against Sirius’s own again like a drug, how he’ll never forget how he tasted like coffee beans and cigarette smoke and the strawberries he ate every morning besides his breakfast. Remus hates it all and he can’t figure out how not to feel like suddenly everything is slipping out of his hands like sand drifting through his fingers.

“He’s probably not that crazy over me anymore considering he’s getting Gideon Prewett coffees now, so maybe it’s the right decision after all.” Is what Remus decides to tell Lily instead of that whirlwind of clashing feelings.

“Oh Christ,” Lily huffs, dropping her head back like she’s asking for strength from the heavens above. “Look, Dorcas tells me that they’ve only been out twice. And Marlene says that it’s nothing intense. Just a movie and then he went to go watch his nephew’s little league game.”

“Oh,” Remus intones, because, no. No he will not start crying like this is some fucking Nicholas Sparks novel, and he’s the wayward lead making all the worst decisions. He’s not going to cry damn it!

He is not a bird, and this is suppose to be happening, and none of this has any real consequence at the end of the day. He and Sirius broke up, and Sirius can go out with whoever he pleases— even if it’s good looking, ginger athletes.

Remus is fine.

“Remus,” Lily gently consoles, lacing her fingers into his own that’s resting on his lap, and squeezing for good measure. “Benjy told Mary, who told me during Calc that Gideon doesn’t expect anything. Sirius told him he’s not looking for anything long term.”

“That’s dumb,” Remus retorts, trying to hold everything in so that Lily doesn’t give him that concerned, doe eyed face of hers, like when he’s spent a week living off of protein bars and double shot espressos preparing for finals. “Gideon’s great, and there on the soccer team together, they would be perfect.”

“Remus, stop.”

“And he’s going to Dartmouth, so he’ll be super close for like weekend excursions and all of that.”

“Remus!”

“The more I think about it, Lils, the more it makes sense. They just fit.”

“Sure, those are all nice attributes,” Lily says, peering up at him disappointedly. “But he’s not you.”

Like a legion of angels singing in the distance, the bell begins to shrill for next period and Remus is spared from giving that statement any mind.

.-

He spends the rest of the week acting as if he hadn’t even seen Sirius that morning whenever around him, and internally analyzing each and every exchange between them, and comparing to them to when he sees Sirius chatting with Gideon. And it’s not fun to say the least. It’s like a flashback to when he was trying to hide his crush on Sirius back in Freshman and most of sophomore year, but somehow worse. It’s worse because Remus had him, had Sirius in all the ways someone could ever want an other. He had Sirius’s languid morning kisses, and Sirius’s bark like laughter. Remus had Sirius being nervous the first time Lyall came for his typical Christmas visit, and Sirius had to try and impress him along with Remus’s mom as more than just the friend he hung around with at school. Remus had Sirius’s gruff voice when they were in bed and getting tangled into one another, and Sirius’s dopey looks in the middle of class when he’d be gazing over at Remus instead of the board. And if Remus is being honest, he knows he still has all those things, but it’s suddenly and searingly clear that some time— sooner rather than later— they’ll all leave, abruptly disappearing and shattering Remus’s world in their wake. Because eventually all of those different facets of Sirius’s won’t be Remus’s anymore— they’ll be Gideon’s or some other boy he meets in New Haven. And Remus can’t even be upset at it, he doesn’t have a claim to any of Sirius anymore, doesn’t get to call any part of him his.

And it’s probably the worst Remus has felt since that first night after their break up, because he’s eating every moment he has with Sirius like he’s famished and Sirius is the last meal he’ll ever know. He wants to memorize every part of him before he can’t have any of it. He wants to unravel every layer of Sirius, and kiss it for the final time, and it’s like saying goodbye a thousand times over, strangling his heart and splintering something desperate deep inside of him.

Like now.

It’s edging on midnight, and they drove up to the lake front near their suburb, with Sirius lying with his head on Remus’s lap and his long, muscled body lying against the tattered blanket beneath them. And his eyes are fluttered shut while the speaker they brought croons out the indie playlist they like most from Spotify.

And Remus can’t help but feel like this is one of their last nights like this, alone and quiet and together without any other specter of some other partner. So he watches him, watches the moonlight pacing over his nose and the high bones of his cheeks and across Sirius’s eyelids too. Remus watches his ink  like lashes kissing his skin, and wants to touch the divot of his cupids bow like so many times before while his other hand cards through Sirius’s hair. 

And Remus lets himself want Sirius and wonders if he’ll ever stop wanting, craving, loving him.

“I can hear you thinking Moons,” Sirius says, fluttering his eyes open and crunching up before Remus can even respond. “What’s going on?”

“Huh? What do you mean? I’m fine.” Remus all but sputters, folding his knees against his chest and wrapping his arms around them, feeling somehow vulnerable in blistering ways. “Nothing is going on.”

“Pff,” Sirius gives him a pointed look, settles down so that they’re side by side and tries to get Remus to look at him head on. “You’ve been strange all week, Moony.” 

“That’s not—“

“And then tonight, you didn’t even tease your ma when she was telling us about that patient who puked all over her shoes.”

“Just tired is all.”

“But had enough energy to smoke half the joint I brought.” Sirius says with a snort, looking frustrated again when Remus didn’t even flinch a smile at the counter. “Remus, talk to me.”

“It’s fine Sirius,” Remus sighs, suddenly remembers how exhausting all their arguments were in the past. How Sirius tries getting him to speak everything in his mind, as if Remus could even put them into words. 

“Okay, then tell me why you rejected my offer to go to that Frank Ocean concert. You’re obsessed with him.”

“’S in July,” Remus reminds him lightly, focusses on the way they can see the North star glimmering against the horizon instead.

“And, so?” Sirius asks, sounding more than a bit scathing. “You’re not leaving for another month after that, you trying to cut me off completely by the summer or something?”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t be condescending.”

“Sirius, just leave well enough alone. Holy shit.”

“I can leave it alone if you can actually tell me what the fuck is going on with you,” Sirius snaps, standing up now, probably because he always likes using his height advantage on most people whenever he gets all pissy.

“You can be such a prick sometimes, you know that?” Remus snarls at him, following suit and dipping his head back just slightly so that they’re eye to eye. “Not everything is on your schedule, you know that.”

“My schedule!” Sirius’s brows jump to his hairline, and he breaks into that manic laughter that springs up only when he’s so angry he can’t put his thoughts together. “I’m trying to do as much shit with you as possible before you leave, because for some stupid fucking reason I’m going to miss you when your across the fucking country! But yeah, whatever. If you’re actually just sick of me and my presence or what the fuck else, you can just—“

“I would’ve assumed you wanted to go with Gideon,” Remus blurts out, simply unable to hold it back any more, unable to pretend like he’s not suffering a thousand fresh paper cuts every time he even glances Sirius’s way these days. He can’t do this, can’t pretend to just be friends when they were— when they are— so much more than that. “To the concert I mean. I just assumed—“

“No,” Sirius says, seething as he storms up to Remus— close enough that the tips of their noses brush up against each other. 

“No? Excuse me?”

“No Remus you don’t get to do this!” Sirius repeats, voice going frayed at the edges as their glances level. “You don’t get to pretend as if I want anyone more than I want— than I’ve always wanted you. And you don’t get to float around for the rest of your life pretending as if this’ll ever change for me. As if you can’t hit me up in fifteen years when I’m married with kids, and ask to get back together, and think  that I wouldn’t drop it all for you.”

Remus’s heart begins to thud, loud and painful against his ribcage, and his lungs feel like they might collapse the instant Remus let’s the tears swimming in his eyes sprinkle out. “Sirius, I ca—“

“I’ve been in love with you since before we were suppose to mean what that meant, damn it, Remus! And you’re the one who called it off!”

“It was the right decision.” Remus croaks out, plunging his hands into his hoodie’s pockets, doesn’t want Sirius to see the way they’re shaking.

“”For you. The right decision for you.” Sirius presses, his gray eyes dark underneath the stars. “And you know I’d do anything you wanted of me, but you don’t get to be mad at the ways I cope. And you sure as fuck don’t get to be jealous of fucking Gideon Prewett, as if he can hold a match to you.”

“Oh.” Is all Remus can gather to say, peering back down at his shoes and pressing together his lips, feels the most lost he ever has while around Sirius. “I love you too, you know that. You know I love you so much that it hurts sometimes— That was never the problem.”

Sirius makes a strangled sound deep in his throat, and the next second, Remus can’t feel the warmth of his body besides him because Sirius is darting over to the cusp of the lake and kicking at a rock. “Fuck, Remus. You can’t just say that, all right! You can’t because none of this is fair, or okay. And I fucking hate it and I hate this and—“

“Maybe we can try,” Remus says, quiet but unshaken. And he watches as Sirius slowly turns back around, face scrunched up in utter confusion, but eyes glittering with something like hope. “I love you Sirius, and you love me. And Lily’s right, fucking hell she’s so right. I can’t just turn it off, okay. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t be around you and not want every part of you. But I also can’t let myself stay away from you. So let’s try, and it’s probably a stupid difficult decision, and we’re going to be frustrated and we’re going to miss one another but I know there’s going to be no one I want more and I think you migh— Oof.”

Remus can’t continue rattling off any of the reasons why they should get back together, because Sirius is somehow magically popping up in front of him— his large hands cupping against Remus’s jawline and his thin lips crashing against him, and Remus can only wrap his arms around Sirius’s torso and give him back all he’s pushing forwards.

And it might’ve been a minute or an hour that past, but Sirius is pulling back with a face that looks lighter in ways Remus hasn’t seen on him since the breakup all those months ago. “I’d literally agree to anything if it means we can stay together, Moony. Absolutely anything.”

Remus feels the strain against the apples of his cheeks as he beams at him at the sound of the oath. “Yeah, me too Padfoot. Always and forever, it’s you.”

.-

My Other Wolfstar FIC💜

[smollwriting]

Morning cuddles

Tags: papa!jeff, regressor!reader.

Split second mention of slender, reader gets tickled, mentions of crying and naps.

...

"Hmmm.... I seem to recall placing a baby here but they seem to have disappeared. Where oh where could my baby have gone?"

Soft giggles sounded out through the small run down room followed by a silence, well almost silence aside from the huffs of barely contained laughter.

"My babyyyyy where did it goooo? The bed must of eaten them oh dear!!"

A man with a red smile and burnt black hair slowly climbed over the lump in his rickety bed, careful not to nudge the figure as he prepared his plan of attack.

"Jeff I can hear you from the other side of the house! What are you do-"

The man, Jeff held his finger up to his lips trying to contain his own giggles.

"My lil bean has been eaten by the bed! Oh, and you haven't done your chores!"

Liu rolled his eyes. Chores sure was a funny way of saying go look around the shabby shed that we live in to make sure that mysterious creature doesn't decide to switch sides and eat or rat us out.

Moments after the dirty blonde waltzed out, Jeff finally pulled the blanket back and grabbed the squirming mass.

"Got ya, cheeky little bugger. Did you think you could hide from papa?"

They giggled softly and shook their head, opening their mouth to protest, only to be interrupted by another tickle attack.

Once the tears started Jeff hiked his little up onto his hip and walked around with a skip in his step in an attempt to sooth his wee babey.

"Now now, no more tears, daddy's sorry." He paused and left a big slobbery kiss on their cheek, smiling as a soft giggle echoed through out the room.

"Daddy was able to download some Bluey episodes on his phone when he went out last night, wanna watch some before nap time?" Jeff cooed and stroked the small ones cheek, continuing his soothing methods in hopes that a nap would be quick behind.

With a small nod and yawn his bean agreed and snuggled closer, and within minutes the both of them had nodded off only three minutes into the show.

[coolbeansbuddyofmine]

mother bean,

i have finished watching "suspicious partner" and i demand a marriage fic. i cannot continue to exist without seeing bong hee and ji wook actually get wedded before my eyes.

i appreciate all your work and you're the best

child bean,

your mother shall do as demanded. ala fic~

Fandom: Suspicious Partner (K-Drama)

Rating: G

Tags: Eun Bonghee x Noh Jiwook, Canon Compliant, Implied Sexual Content, Post-Canon, Marriage, Established Relationship, Fluff

Read on Ao3 here:

for @reigemerystuff

enjoy babey!!! i’m glad u liked my rec (this show pushed me down the hole of k-dramas and i’ll always love it)

Title from Ed Sheeran’s Perfect

dancing in the dark with you between my arms (darling you look perfect)

Bonghee is a lawyer, first and foremost. Her interest in the rituals and ceremonies behind marriage is purely at face value, fake. She and Jiwook are already basically married in every sense of the word, just not on paper.

And that’s a point of great worry to her mother and Jiwook’s. Mr. Byun doesn’t particularly care about them living in sin together as much as his wife does.

One day, he whispers to her, “I don’t understand why Bokja-ah is being so fussy. You know we used to live together before marriage, and it certainly wasn’t all celibate.”

He winks at her, while she stares at him (her future father-in-law) in horror. Mentally trying to erase the said picture from her brain, she thanks him profusely and changes the direction of that conversation rather quickly.

She did not need that mental scarring, thank you very much.

But all said and done, she really is very excited to get married to Jiwook. She loves him, he loves her, and that’s that. After that whole Hyunsoo debacle, their lives and cases have been relatively straightforward.

Any and all arguments in court are kept to court at all times (the no shoptalk policy is very strictly enforced at home), and Bonghee loves this domestic, mundane routine they have adopted.

She doesn’t need grand declarations of love or big, important, life-changing moments, small and simple is good enough for her.

-

Jiwook is immeasurably happy. He doesn’t know how to exactly explain this feeling but he’s looking forward to spending the rest of his life with her.

It’s been a little annoying staying home without her since her mother has whisked her off a month before the wedding. Frankly, he doesn’t get the point of it; they’re a happy couple, and yes, of course, they’ve had sex before marriage.

It’s a bit too late to protect either of their virtues, really. Not that it matters.

But, his and her mother have certain expectations from this wedding. As only children, this is their rare opportunity and they are going the whole mile in terms of rituals, traditions, and the grandiose nature of the wedding itself.

His adoptive father, Mr. Byun, had faux-complained in the beginning about how his “precious money was being spent so frivolously” but one withering look from his Eomma had shut him down completely. Besides, Jiwook knows he doesn’t really mind,

He was one of the first people Jiwook had brought up the idea, and both of them will deny it to their dying breaths, but there had been lots of tears. Mr. Byun was inordinately happy at Jiwook’s decision, and Jiwook was just happy to get the paternal validation and affection that he had been looking for.

In his career, he may be known as the worst prosecutor, but nobody could ever deny that Jiwook was a whipped boyfriend, and will be a whipped husband. He doesn’t mind the moniker, because Bonghee is the love of his life and he loves her to pieces.

Marriage isn’t simply a chore or a checkmark on the list that society and life prescribe for everyone.

He wants this. He wants her. He loves her.

For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. For richer or for poorer.

He’ll love and cherish her till death would part them.

Normally, Jiwook isn’t a romantic or a cheesy or an idealistic man, but Bonghee brings out a certain softness in him, a fondness for her.

-

On the day of the wedding, Jiwook and Bonghee, both, become well-versed in the power of Murphy’s Law. If things can go wrong, they will and in their case, they do.

Kim Jae Hong, who’s their ring bearer, goes missing a few hours before their official ceremony, and Jiwook is losing his mind. When Jihae informs Bonghee of this development, the bride, like her husband-to-be, begins panicking as well. Their friends and family sigh at the couple in fond exasperation.

Weddings are never perfect. There’s beauty in chaos. A little asymmetry brings love together- perfects it, really.

The boy is eventually found reading a book near the altar, but both the bride and groom are fully on edge.

Eunhyuk decides to take things into his own hands, and smack some sense into his two best friends. And yes, he considers them to be his best friends; just as he considers Yoonjung to be his best friend as well, despite their romantic relationship.

“Jiwook-ah?” He asks, entering the room and catching the groom pacing around the room hurriedly.

“Eunhyuk? What happened? Is everything okay? Is something else going wrong?” He shoots off a flurry of questions that Eunhyuk can barely catch, and Jiwook’s anxious tone rises in volume with every question.

“Calm down! Everything is fine,” he promises, watching as the other man calms down. Jiwook lets out a deep sigh and sinks into the chair behind him.

“Are you okay, Jiwook?”

“Honestly, no,”

And, he looks tired, exhausted, despite the wedding formal wear, and the smile he’s painted on.

Eunhyuk sits beside him.

“What’s going on?’

“I- I’m just worried,” Jiwook admits.

Eunhyuk laughs.

“About what? You’re marrying Bonghee. You love her, right? I don’t see what’s the problem.”

“I do love her,” he agrees, “I’m just afraid. Of the future, of uncertainty.” There’s an unsaid ‘of commitment’ and Eunhyuk is well-aware of the commitment issues Jiwook has because of his and Yoojung’s previous betrayal. Eunhyuk still lives in guilt over that, and he’s atoning.

But, he also knows that Jiwook loves Bonghee (perhaps far more than he loved Yoojung).

“Well, now it’s up to you to decide. Is your love for Bonghee greater than your fear of the future?” Eunhyuk stares at him pointedly, and a look of understanding enters Jiwook’s eyes.

“Yes,” he nods, “you’re right. I do love her.”

“Good. Because, it’s time to get you married, so hurry up,” Eunhyuk gets up and extends a hand to Jiwook.

He smiles and grabs it, getting up as well.

-

When both the bride and groom’s fears have been calmed, the wedding passes by much more smoothly. Bonghee looks beautiful, but the look of awe, love, adoration that enters Jiwook’s face as he stares at his wife-to-be is unmatched.

There’s no denying among the guests that they both love each other unequivocally.

A hush passes in the room, as the bride and groom exchange their vows with each other in quiet whispers, barely audible. Both their eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and quite literally, nobody’s eyes can leave the couple.

The mothers and Mr. Byun are sobbing in the front, and even Mr. Bang cries a lot. Yoojung, Jihae and Eunhyuk try to remain composed. Key word being try; they fail miserably and there’s not one dry eye in the numerous guests that have attended this wedding.

Together, Bonghee and Jiwook have a lot of well-wishers, and they share a fair stake in the happiness that reverberates around the room in this expression of love.

Marriage isn’t an entirely new story for them. Rather, it’s a new chapter in the age-old book of their love.

[kythed]

depression meals that won’t make you feel like shit! personal faves edition.

• toast with peanut butter and banana. cut out the rigmarole of slicing the banana into many individual coins and just slice it in a few pieces length-wise and lay it on top.

• microwaveable rice and canned black beans. toss both in a pan, mix together, maybe even add a handful of shredded cheese if you’re feeling it. carbs protein fat boom. balanced as fuck.

• oatmeal. pour quick oats in a big mug, crack an egg in for satiety, a splash of water and stir. microwave for 30 seconds at a time until cooked. a squeeze of honey or syrup for sweetness and that’s a whole meal.

• eggs and spinach. sauté the spinach with jarred garlic then crack three eggs over the top; there’s no need to whisk them beforehand. just stir it all together until the eggs aren’t raw anymore, babey. this is reality.

• get a big tub of greek yogurt and a banana and just dip the banana in the yogurt between bites. sounds weird but a ripe banana and yogurt is a profoundly delicious combination.

• loaded quesadilla. this one takes a bit more effort but it was a go to for me even in my worst bouts of depression. in a pan cover half a flour tortilla with shredded cheese, add a layer of spinach and canned beans. fold over and let the cheese melt. eat with salsa or sour cream. keeps you full for a long time if you’re the type who can only bring themselves to cook once a day.

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[local-raccoon-does-art]

Kiku’s Reference Sheet

T h e m

Here’s Kiku’s reference sheet.

For both main forms. Murdery babey and Bastard babey. . .. .

Rambling ahead!

I love them so much  ..  .. . .

 To be fair, there isn’t that much difference between Deteriorated form and normal form. Mostly the fact that they get a set size, stop being able to float and their color is gone and their chest changes and. . . . .. Okay, maybe both forms are actually kinda different.

 But the fact that Deteriorated!Kiku has bigger ears is kinda cute to me. . . Also, I l o v e Deteriorated!Kiku’s black hole. It turns into a miniature galaxy and drawing it was so much fun!!

At the same time, the playful-carefree form of Normal!Kiku is so . . . . /sobs a lil/ they’re baby. . . .

It’s so sad they didn’t get to be so for too long. Maybe one day, Kiku, maybe one day. When I stop being an ass to my own oc’s lolol

Fun-facts about Kiku prolly no-one cares about: - They’re color blind. (as in, they see gray-scale) - Bad Eyesight, specially in Deteriorated Form. - Can smell you ANd taste you. - Will sell you for a corn chip. - Likes flowers and open spaces. - Grabby gands + tOE BEANS. - Normal kiku Will blep. Deteriorated would rather drool on you. - Loves Tutes. - Doesn’t like humans very much anymore. - Deteriorated!Kiku will let you paint with the ink of their body. - Overprotective baby. - Has been craving for Ramen for almost 20 years. - Can’t speak, but can feel and influence your emotions, they’ll try and manipulate u to do something for them. - That something might be get them ramen. - Like boops. Will Not Accept Boops nor the fact that they like them. - eLDRITCH MONSTER NOISES. - Really wants a hug - doesn’t know how to ask for a hug.

(Kiku is a FanTuletary from @uselessmonsterboy​‘s fanfic Useless Monster, go check it out!)

[hermit-pistol]

Guido Mista Fluff Alphabet:

Okay Mista fans, here’s your food. Only one more alphabet and this series will be one! Make sure to show love and read under the cut!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mista has a super adventurous personality and this also shows in the activities that you two take part in. He always likes to do things that others would usually think of as silly, like going to the zoo. But! He always finds a way to make it entertaining and unforgettable. (Who wants to hold the baby kangarooooo)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your laugh, and whenever he gets to hear it, it feels like the best reward for him. While he may have flirted with his fair share of girls in the past, looks aren't most important to him. In order to get you rolling around on the floor, he'll have to pull out the big guns, of course. Sometimes he'll tag team with Narancia to pull pranks just to get a rise out of you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Mista absolutely hates when you're sad because that also makes him feel sad. When he sees you sulking on the couch, he joins you, wrapping his large arms around you. He'll keep asking you why you're sad while sticking out his lower lip, (which was absolutely lethal for you). Soon after, you forgot why you were down in the dumps, which was Mista's main goal the whole time.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He's a romantic, so he's always thinking about the future and what it will bring in regards to his love life. Within a few years of dating, he'll already want to move in and get a dog. Maybe two dogs, who knows. He sees marriage, children, grandchildren...all of it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Mista can be pretty stubborn in certain situations. He will make the plans for dates and activities that the two of you can enjoy. He'll always ask you for your input, of course. Overall, the balance of power in the relationship is equal.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Mista can be a little childish when disagreements are involved. There's a possibility that he'll use humor to get out of a sticky situation, but don't let him get away with this all the time. If he's in the wrong let him know, or else things can get blown out of proportion easily.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Mista thanks you for the companionship and happiness that you've brought into his life. You are the longest relationship that he's had in quite some time given his current line of work, and he loves that you have the patience to stick around with him. Even though his stand keeps him company most of the time, he's glad to share time with another human.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Mista is very honest with you. Whether it be where he's going on a mission (sometimes, Bruno yells at him for telling you this), or telling you about his past before joining the organization, he's very transparent with you. You appreciate this, and make sure that you do the same. Hardly any secrets are kept between you.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Like R mentions 👀, you inspire him to keep himself clean. Of course, a normal person would want to keep up with appearances but Mista is a very special guy.... While he was cheerful before the relationship he's over the moon when he sees you and prioritizes your time together.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Mista will be quiet, which is very uncharacteristic of him. His stand will always manifest and say whatever he’s thinking, probably along the lines of taunting and verbally harassing the person you’re talking to before they eventually grow frustrated and walk away. The Pistols would cheer, celebrating their victory.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Mista's kisses are very eager and wanting. In addition, he doesn't care who's around and has absolutely no problem with kissing in public. Even if you blush and get embarrassed this only give him another reason to hold you tighter and go to town. Prepare yourself... 😳

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Mista will literally confess to you on the street. The first time he tells you that he loves you is actually in casual conversation. You had to do a double take, and he merely shrugged in response. It would take some getting used to, but you were elated that he felt the same as you!

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He'll want to get married after his time in Passione is over, or at least has settled down to where he can live comfortably with you. The ceremony will be small, with only a few family members attending. Even if you haven't yet upgraded to a larger living space, he'll want to start a family right away. If you decide you're not ready you remind him that the Pistols are already his children.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Every name invented is fair game. He loves using stupid niche names too that come up after a few months of dating. Examples include but are not limited to: "green bean", "lil mami", and "bicycle crusher" (the last refers to your thighs in a related incident).

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He tells the gang that he's crushing on someone all the time, so when he first reveals that he's in love they really don't believe him at first. Although he "always says that", it's the Pistols that escalate the situation even further. Whenever you're along with him they'll come out and start egging him on with kissy noises and the like. He'll turn as red as a tomato when you grant him his wish.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Mista LOVES to show you off in public, and he loves watching the reactions of the passerby as he has an arm slung around your waist traveling dangerously close to your butt. It drives him nuts that out of all of the guys in Italy you chose him, and now that you two are a couple he wants to show the world.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

While many other guys may hate the concept of hugging, Mista loves it wholeheartedly. Whenever you're having a bad day, a good day, or are just walking around he won't hesitate to wrap his arms around you and smile. Sometimes the Pistols will even join in for a group hug! He's basically the hug king, and you're not opposed to that role.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Very romantic babey. Since he’s so smelly he would suggest taking a bath or shower with you. This will take some extreme confidence from both of you. Whether it becomes sexual or not, just being intimate in this way is so special to him.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you like nobody's business. Also, he loves seeing when you follow through with your goals and sees your dreams coming to fruition! It's extremely exciting for him, and you love seeing his reactions to watching you succeed.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Mista loves the thrill that life and living provides. There's something new that arises every day you spend with him, and you never get bored. Loves booking hotel rooms for trips and the like and not telling you until the night before, which can be stressful yet cute.

U nderstanding - How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Mista is stupid but means well. Sometimes you can quiz him, and he'll still forget something as simple as your favorite food, or your favorite color. In time, he'll learn more about you and your emotions, but for now every time you tell him a fact about yourself he'll write it in his phone so he doesn't forget. 🥺

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Mista will be so cheesy about telling you how much you mean to him. -"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...."- <-- If he pulls anything like this he usually givers you permission to slap him. You're one of the only partners that's stuck around with him for this long, and he's not planning on letting you go any time soon.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Mista insists that he should help around the house at times, and this means that he's going to help with the chores in any way that he can. You end up assigning him grocery shopping (a big mistake). He is so unorganized and claims that he doesn’t need a list to go off of, and this usually results in him buying whatever he wants. Watch him get all the way home and still manage to forget the milk and bread. Good thing he bought the family pack of ice cream sandwiches though.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

If you look up affectionate in the dictionary, there's a very good chance that you'll see Mista's name. He loves to cuddle with you and especially loves to nap with you because of the intimacy. Mista can nap anywhere, anytime, but he prefers falling asleep with you in his arms!

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Mista will be soooo needy when you are away, and so will the Pistols. When you have the free time between class or meetings he'll call you begging for you to come home with his six children screaming in the background. Eventually, it'll get to be too much and you have no choice but to come home, much to his delight. He'll never let you go.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Mista will definitely buy you presents if he has the money at hand. Expect lavish gifts like jewelry and clothes from him, whether it's a special occasion or not. If he could, he'd give you the world, but at times you have to remind him that you have more than enough and you don't need to be impressed by physical possessions.