#but building look cool and thats all that matters

[a-loose-collection-of-ants]

What type of architecture inspires you the most?

Oh what an incredibly long and involved answer this turned out to be. First things first, I am actively obsessed with the work of Charles Rennie Mackintosh.

He was a Scottish architect who, along with his wife, designed some of the most gorgeous buildings I have ever seen in my life. I've never been to Glasgow, so I haven't had the chance to see any of them in person, but just-

This is the Glasgow School of art. It was destroyed by a fire in 2018. Restorations are happening, but, as far as I can find, those won't be completed until 2030.

Mackintosh was one of those architects that had to design every single piece of his buildings, including the furniture. This is where his collaboration with his wife came in. Margret Macdonald Mackintosh was not an architect, but she was an artist and designer. Her influence can be seen in the details present in a lot of their designs.

This is the House for an Art Lover, which I have to mention, in part, because it's a good example of their combined style, but also because of these absurd fucking chairs:

Something about their love of a strong vertical line led to chairs with the most insane, needlessly grandiose proportions and I love it with my whole heart. (this is a tangent I don't want to go on, but the famously humble and not at all self-important Frank Lloyd Wright uses these exact chairs in some of his designs, which is really funny for one of those architects who liked to pretend all his ideas were original) There's a sort of industrial feel to a lot of Mackintosh's work which is the exact sort of thing I've always been enamored with. I'm an artist and everything, but I'm related to enough engineers that, to me, structure is one of the prettiest things in the world.

Frank Furness is a good example of this in a way that's more local to me. He was a believer in monumentalizing the structure of a building, which is why the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts is insane a little bit. Seriously, look at this building:

At some point, I'm going to have to walk over there and do some studies of the place.

But back to the actual question, part of studying architecture (as is the case with any creative field) is finding inspiration in everything you encounter. I'm enamored by the beautiful historic buildings I see every day in Philadelphia, but I'm equally "inspired" by this one house near where I grew up that has the most horrifically arranged street-facing window pattern I have ever seen (spite is one hell of a motivator).

Every single part of our built environment looks the way it does for a reason. Even spaces designed without heavy involvement from architects are filled with little decisions that shape the way our world looks and feels, and I think it's a fun exercise to look at them and figure out why everyone involved made the decisions they did, even if it's something simple like "concrete is cheaper".

Anyway, tune back in in 4-7 business days when, at the height of whatever cold I just managed to catch, I drop a full essay on Thomas Jefferson's design for the University of Virgina and how it reflects both his idealized hope for an agrarian America and his hypocrisy in believing such a future would be an egalitarian one.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

anyway a very enjoyable detail imo is how fords confrontation with stan in tots after he broke fords machine and his confrontation with bill after fiddleford saw bill's true plans are framed the same way, with a few tweaks so that they're not wholly identical

but what matters here is that stan and bill are watching something (innocence gap aside lmao)

ford enters (or has technically entered the room already) with intent of confrontation

ford's dramatic body language through out the scene + the way stan and bill are placed

and theres a bit of irony in the fact that despite being liars and conmen, both stan and bill are both being entirely honest in this part, with fords reaction ending up the same way. stan is explaining that he broke fords machine on accident while bill is outright gloating that he tricked ford into building the portal. they both are angling to get something out of ford here, with stan still bringing up treasure hunting and bill trying to keep ford under his thumb with the deal they made.

at the end of the day though, with ford not believing stan saying it was an accident and thinking stan is lying to him vs him immediately getting confirmation from bill that he was being played the whole time, the end result is the same: ford feels he's been betrayed by someone he deeply cared about.

so thats all pretty basic stuff right? like who hasnt realized that ford has trust issues. and tbh im just pointing out some basic cinema similarities thats a cool detail nonetheless.

but my fave part is how these are the ONLY times times you actually hear both stan and bill call ford sixer in the show itself

stan and bill are both the only characters to call him sixer, but we only see how frequent that is in the comics and tbob. the use of the nickname in ONLY these scenes in the show specifically was very deliberate to envoke how much this sucks for ford that he's been prevented from achieving one dream by one person he loves, only to have that same dream used against him by another.

imagine how wild this must be for ford lol. the time he confronted bill he is instantaneously thrown back in time by bill using the very last time stan calls him a certain nickname the very night he remembers being "betrayed" by stan. betrayal on top of betrayal is connected to that very nickname, so its not JUST a random nickname either of them couldve called ford (or bill couldve also called him poindexter and a whole lot of variations of nerd, but sixer is the only nickname among the two's list is the same. almost like rubbing lemon juice and salt to the wound atp which is really funny of bill.

tots and lmc in general also have some of my fave details on stans influence over ford in general. from ford quoting stan and copying his body language when HE gets abandoned by fiddleford the way stan thinks ford did with him

(and i say copy— this is no coincidental parallel because we know in tbob ford knows what stan looked when he was doing the "high six" part, so he's been paying super close attention to stan's departure the whole time despite closing the window curtains)

and my favorite arguably funniest one, when stan called ford a dangerous know it all in ddamd and ford (who btw was already behind the vending machine and youd think already went down in the basement), is SO peeved by that he was tossing and turning in bed over that in conjuction with all his bill related flashbacks. this is funny because for someone who was literally writing "TRUST NO ONE" in his journal, he's very upset by the fact that either stan doesn't trust him + thinks that way about him, no matter how deserved or that stan is definietly right about him being a dangerous know it all (and i do not see enough people point that out lmao) AKDHAKDGEU

[j4ckles]

princess treatment

synopsis — sebastian had brought you along to a met gala, a soft launch to your new blossoming relationship.

pairing — sebastian stan x fem!reader

warnings — semi-public sex, unprotected piv (don't do it raw guys pls. this is fiction), oral (r!receiving), praise, nicknames (baby, princess, sweet girl, sweetheart), i think thats all // this also isn't super edited so.. it may not be up to par with the most amazing grammar bc apparently i'm illiterate

wc — 731

THE MET GALA had been a blur of flashing lights, champagne toasts, and whispered compliments. but none of it mattered to sebastian—not really. not when you looked like that.

your dress, sleek and black with a slit that kissed the top of your thigh, had been driving him insane all night. and the way you leaned into him on the red carpet, smiling softly as if he was your whole world? he swore he nearly proposed right then and there.

but now, tucked away in one of the quieter corners of the building—a deserted stairwell lit only by low sconces and the occasional muffled music filtering in from the gala below—he finally had you to himself.

“you know,” he murmured, crowding you gently against the cool wood-paneled wall, “you’ve been testing my patience since you stepped out of the car in that dress.”

you looked up at him with a soft smile, feigning innocence. “i haven’t done anything.”

“oh, baby,” he said, voice low and thick with want. “that’s the problem.”

he leaned in to kiss you—slow, deep, reverent. one hand cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek as if you were the most fragile, precious thing in the world. his other hand slid down your side, fingers ghosting over the slit in your dress.

“let me touch you,” he whispered against your lips. “right here. let me take care of you, princess.”

you nodded, breath hitching. “yes, please…”

that was all that he needed to hear.

sebastian dropped to his knees with a groan, hands parting your legs with quiet desperation. your dress pooled delicately at your hips as he pushed it aside, revealing your already damp panties.

“fuck,” he breathed, brushing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “you’re already so wet for me.”

his fingers hooked under the lace and tugged them aside, not even bothering to take them off. and then—his mouth was on you. soft licks at first, warm and slow, like he had all the time in the world. his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you steady as your fingers threaded through his hair, hips already starting to tremble.

“seb—fuck, someone could see—”

“no one’s coming up here,” he murmured, his voice warm and smug against your skin. “and even if they did… they’d see how good i treat my girl.”

you whimpered as he licked deeper, flattening his tongue against your clit until your knees nearly buckled. when you tugged his hair, he groaned, the sound vibrating through you.

he pulled back after a minute, lips shiny, eyes dark.

“turn around.”

you obeyed on instinct, bracing your hands on the stair railing. he lifted your dress again, pushed your panties aside once more, and pressed a kiss to your spine.

“still okay, sweet girl?”

you nodded, breathless. “just need you. please.”

that was all he needed. he freed himself from the confines of his slacks and boxers, not bothering with anything but the feel of you—warm, slick, ready.

when he slid into you, it was slow and careful, his body flush against yours as he pressed his chest to your back.

“god, you feel perfect,” he groaned into your ear. “always take me so well.”

his thrusts were measured, deep, controlled—but you could feel the restraint in every movement. his fingers gripped your hips, keeping you in place, keeping you grounded as he filled you again and again.

“you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart,” he whispered, brushing your hair aside to kiss your neck. “so fuckin’ good f’me.”

the sound of skin against skin, your soft gasps, and the occasional distant thump of music made it feel even more forbidden. but sebastian kept you wrapped in warmth, in praise, in love.

when you came, he was right there with you, whispering encouragements into your skin as your body trembled in his arms.

he didn’t pull out right away—just held you there, buried inside, kissing your shoulder and letting you come down gently.

eventually, he helped you turn back around, brushing your hair back, smoothing your dress.

“still think I didn’t deserve that look you gave me on the carpet?” he teased softly.

you grinned, eyes still hazy. “if you keep treating me like this, you’re gonna have to put a ring on it.”

sebastian’s smile turned boyish—adoring.

“baby,” he said, brushing a kiss to your nose, “i already picked it out.”

made this like forever ago for @voidzvx but it never got done 😭😭 enjoy seb being the freakiest softie ever

i have no clue if any of my moots like seb so.. no tags for this one 😔

[kenyummy]

Hi! I was going through your profile to read more of Spidey! Reader and I saw the ask of songs going for each character, and your comment about Reed and Spidey! Reader being parallels of Bruce and DC! Reader??

HELLO?? THATS SO COOL!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR MORE IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER IDEAS

IF NOT ITS OKAY I WAS JUST CURIOUS!! HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT

HII IM SO HAPPY YOU ASKED ABOUT THIS ARGHHHH i have so much to say

ok so yes! reed and spidey r gonna parallel bruce and spidey (or more accurately bruce and dc!reader) very hard as in that's what he could've had, ykwim???

in chapter 5, reed acknowledges spidey's intellect and treats them as if they're equals. spidey appreciates this immensely, feeling good that the literal smartest man in the world sees them as such. this is their dynamic. reed sees spidey as an equal, yet as somebody who needs to be nurtured. you're a genius, creating most of your web shooters and technology from scratch, yet needing help on some of the technicalities, which he's happy to provide.

spidey comes to reed when they need help. spidey isn't afraid that he'll make them look dumb. that he'll believe its a waste of time because he cares. he genuinely cares about spidey, maybe even past that of a mentor, and wants to see them succeed so bad because he knows just how incredibly brilliant you are, and he's so, so proud.

from the first moment you'd met him, still an awkward kid getting the hang of your new powers, with braces and that hormonal teen acne, begging to be let on his team because otherwise, j. jonah jameson would actually eat you alive.

bypassing the highest level of baxter building security protocols with ease and using some kind of inorganic webbing that was unlike anything hed ever seen. ever since that day, reed knew you were absolutely incredible, and wishes you'd see yourself as such.

(basically, your science dad lol)

now, here comes the parallel with dc!reader. bruce was the complete opposite of reed. he'd never had the time to see dc!reader. always busy. with this new robin, this new criminal, this new "addition to the family", bruce never gave you the time of day because he just couldn't.

he'd never noticed the things you made, the grades you topped, the things you tinkered with. he'd never seen it and probably never would've if you'd never been shot. he never saw how smart you were, and it made you feel inadequate. like no matter how many things you did, how many gadgets you made or how incredible your inventions really were; you were invisible.

you'd never come to him for help. you used to try, all that time ago, but he'd say he was too busy. always too busy. never free enough to look your way, let alone help you calculate the density needed for web shooters.

(in the end, you'd never be able to make those webs. ...not in that universe, anyway).

but eventually, he sees it. he sees you (you as in spidey haha). when you pull away, he feels the tug and soon you're too far to catch up.

maybe it's when you reveal that you're spidey. maybe it's when you babysit franklin and reed comes to pick him up. maybe he sees you and reed and sue all walking together through a night-time science convention when he's on patrol.

it doesn't matter when, he just sees it, and his heart sinks. you would wrap your arms around your science dad™ after he'd help you with one thing or another, unaware of the lingering eyes following your every move.

... just how much had he missed, he wonders. he'd never seen you hug somebody that tightly since you were a little kid. ... but you're not anymore, are you? right. he'd... he'd almost forgotten.

he never wanted you in the vigilante life. never wanted you in danger. but it consumed his life. every waking moment. always busy, too busy, always too busy for you. but now, he sees you; latching onto this older man (perhaps a similar age to him, maybe younger) and grinning up at him like you'd done it a hundred times before.

... you'd never hugged him, had you?

especially these days. your eyes are colder than ever, touch even more so. you slinked around the manor like you wanted nobody to find you and you'd escape conversations as soon as you possibly could when somebody tried to speak with you. (that part hurt dick the most).

you're so different than he remembers. (though, how could he say that? the last thing he remembers is when his boy, his jason was still young too. the last few memories he wanted to block out forever. too bad that included you, too).

god forbid you accidentally call reed dad one day, then he'd be really pissed off. especially because you stopped calling him dad (or any variant of it) for some reason. really, it was because you'd switched places with his actual kid, and you never ended up seeing him as a father, so it came unconsciously. though, he didn't know this. for all he knew, you just... given up on his one day, for that man.

who seemed... all too glad to give you the acknowledgement you wanted.

all in all, you and reed represent a very important concept that the fantastic four are literally in this story to represent. what could've been. it stirs longing, guilt, and especially in this story, a kind of obsession of "making it all better".

you once looked up to bruce, your father, so dearly, preening when he gave you a sliver of his attention. doesn't every child? you'd go back to this one day, he's sure. this time, though, he'll spend as much time with you as you want. you can go to science conventions with him, as much as he has little interest in that type of thing.

he can help you now that he sees you, so just forget that man, okay? he'll always be your dad.

tysm for the ask my love im gen so happy i got to talk about this teehee

[animeshotsh]

What if child reader suddenly cough blood in front of Lucifer? What would he react? Would he be calm? Or panic? (After the fight with angel)

Im not sure if you mean when Kid!Reader gets taken by Vox or after the War, but here we go!!

No matter when it happens, the moment you start to cought blood of your system Lucifer panics.

He will use his powers to heal you, most likely doing it multiple times just to be sure!! He will take you to his arms and carry you around. Even after he heals you, he wont let you walk or do anything on your own.

You are staying in beed for a week at least, getting soft food just in case your troath hurts. If you insist on getting off the bed by heavens he turns into his demon form and tells you to just stay in bed. He is using a soft voice tho.

Will look in books just in case he missed anything and be on you 24/7. He loves you ok? He does not want you dying on him.

Oh! And for these who caused you pain....

We saw him playing with Adam, well he wont play this time. This is mentioned in my alternative universe so moving to Vox's case.

Lets say you all are still in the building when suddendly you cought blood. Everyone frozes and turns to a very scared Vox. Lucifer will pass you to Charlie and tell her to take you to the hotel that he needs to fix things in here.

Basically, the V's loses one member that day. (and its not Vox, he shows his records that it was Valentino who hurt you so thats the one who dies).

In short: loses his cool and heals you. Wants you to rest to make sure you are safe and kills however hurted you.

Best dad.

[ganondoodle]

(while i am crumbling into pieces from cramp pain)

back when they announced the totk masterworks book i said i wasnt happy about it bc it would either

prove they thought all this was good from the start and everything went as planned

show us that they had unbelievable better ideas and plans but for some unknow reason scrapped it all

as it stands now with the concepts i have seen ... they somehow did both, some things seemed to have been planned fro mthe start (the whole focus on sonau/zonai stuff for example, which i personally just dont like bc i liked them better as an unkown mystery you never get to meet) and other stuff (like ganondorfs concepts, or the infinitely cooler castle in the sky esque concepts for the sky islands, instead of some nonsensical, meaningless little stone crumbs) was much, much more interesting initially (together with the interviews that said they initially planned to have the battery be a magic meter and make the sonau more magic than tech- but then decided to build their stuff around modern electrical devices just so players would immediately know what it was an what it would do -why????? thats so boring?? and unecessary ?? and they still give you tutorials for it anyway, multiple times??!!- for some ungodly reason)

it makes me more and more sure that this game, that took 6 years to make with most assets already being there (the same time that botw took to make?????????), went through a similar development hell as that one final fantasy game did where the director decided to make it an entirely different game every few weeks bc he saw something cool in another game-

its the only thing that makes sense to me, why else would it be so weirdly ... unfinished, its full of grand ideas badly executed, or like i said in a previous post, like an alpha build (weird! did someone in charge also see cool stuff every few months and decide they wanted it in there too no matter what so everyone had to scramble to try and put it in making the whole jenga tower fall over and over??), just to test how far you can push things, with placeholders everywhere, the same cutscene pasted in where another should be and a placeholder reason to get players to go soemwhere (fake zelda) and rough ideas for puzzles etc, that was never finished, jsut highly polished (in looks, sounds and presentation) in hopes of it being 'good enough' or players not noticing (like, take the underground for example, the idea itself is fantastic and cool as fuck, but its feels like an idea that was never finished and just barely fileld with some things to try and cover up the fact that it was never done, like a statue that wasnt done being carved but ran out of time so they painted it anyway- take the base map and invert it, put some easily accessible points of jumping down into it in random spots to test if the game can handle it- no time left to actually get that idea anywhere more specific and well thought out/put together, so its left like that, put the same texture everywhere, barely modified copies of the same enemies, and some little reward spots that make no sense, modelling three types of trees and an enemy camp is way quicker to do than actually making an entire new map (they didnt have to make it the same size btw, just make it big but unique caves, put the gravity effect down there in enclosed spaces! makes it less weird to have randomly happen in the sky! etc) but its there!! its in the game and if they are lucky most players wont go down there enough to notice how meaningless and unfinished it all is)

knowing they would most likely never admit to it though, probably bc of their reputation, is just addign to the frustrations i have with it :I

(i just hate to not know the reason for things, if the devs, who are usually the ones being worked to the bone for things they know arent good, where put through that bc some executive big shot threw their tables around every so often or neglected their project bc they wanted to focus on something else first ... id like to know, i dont enjoy making up these conspiracy (?) theories .......... but i cant shake this feeling, its jsut makes no sense)

[sucuretcannelle]

hi! i briefly remember you saying that you're into if's, so i was wondering what your favorites are

Sighs and shakes a red cup full of ice

Nobody thinks I'm a nerd till they hear the way I talk about interactive fiction...no one knows...

Anyway I started playing IF's in like December. Time flies

This is kind of in order? Of like enjoyment. HOWEVER take this with a grain of salt because I was sitting here trying to rearrange them (except the top 3) for 40 minutes. If it was mentioned, it's good 🙂‍↕️

1. The six that thrive by @the-six-that-thrive-if —

the way I was playing this bro. I wouldn't let myself sleep until I was done with the demo and not because it felt like I had to, but I knew I would be PISSED if I went to bed without absorbing all the content (Dante give me a chance PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏). Anyway the hierarchy system reminds me of the one that I have for the way I wrote hell and I was like 🫵 OMG THATS SO COOL.

Key factor that I appreciate: Dialogue, descriptions, and transitions. Dante is deadass so funny I'm not even playing bro. Buddy how do you write like that, lmk. Also the official art has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

2. College Tennis: Origin Story by @collegetennisoriginstory — I ACTUALLY HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM BRO. LOOK. IN MY HEAD, I WAS IGNORING THAT THEY WERE PLAYING TENNIS SO I WAS VISUALIZING VOLLEYBALL. SO AT SOME POINT I READ THE WORD RACKET AND I WAS LIKE WHAT ARE WE PLAYING???

Key factor that I appreciate: Skill checks, attention to side characters, amazing use of character tropes. Idk how to describe it but the writing felt so CLEAN. Like so organized and orderly. Plus I wanna study all of the characters under a microscope

3. Superstition (omg first IF I ever played) by @13leaguestories — I played this while I was sick and that's literally all I did for 2 days besides eating and sleeping. Am I okay? Yeah cuz it happened in December but like I was OBSESSED. And ashamed. My friend told me i would be into Zillah and she was right. I haven't recovered. I promise I'm in therapy.

Key factor that I appreciate: The fact that there was always something going on. Literally at least 3 things were happening at the same time, all the time, and it kept my lil depressed ass stimulated. Who could ask for more

4. Infamous by @infamous-if — this game makes me scared of commitment cuz I can't have Orion and Griffin😐 I might be biased because. I sing! So I was just really connected to this story immediately. Either way, one of my favs cuz the writing is saurrrr good, makes ya feel

Key factor that I appreciate — Infamous is generally well rounded, so I don't feel like it's LACKING in anything. Me gusta.

5. Mind blind by @mindblindbard — I have a problem so I'm a stereotypical Rosie fan. But anyway I personally loved this one because of the world building, even tho I'm a character-focused girlie. Plus the game is so funny for no reason

Key factor that I appreciate— I actually really like the MC in general. Which is funny to say, because they're supposed to be you, but MC's are different from game to game, and I like this one

6. Soulmates Inc by @soulmatesinc-if — idk with some games, it's just the vibe. Like the vibe is right so I'll read it (which like...it's hard for me to find games where the vibe is what drags me along. Tis really good)

Key factor I appreciate — Wyatt. omg who said that...I also love this game's take on soulmates. It's simple, but original, and I fw it

7. Nine Blood Dances by @nineblooddances-if— I'm boutta cry, how did you end up here twice without me noticing bro. Idk this one and TSTT have like, vibes that are connected by a small string, and I did play this one first if that matters.

Key factor that I enjoyed: It felt very structured, and again, clean. I really don't know what this feeling is

8. When Twilight Strikes by @evertidings — I love ALL the characters because damn near all of them pissed me off once. That's actually impressive /pos. Anyway Rylan hit my line

Key factor that I enjoyed: watching my relationship descriptions change. Some left me devastated stop... Like sorry A you're driving me nuts...

Honorable mentions:

Apartment 502 by @apt502-if — I can't wait to see the future parts cuz like I like it but I cant analyze any of the characters yet. But trust me I'm ready 📝

The Kings Hound by @the-kingshound — Same typa situation was Apartment 502... I'm waiting...patiently 📝

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Witch!Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Wheezy wakes up to find you dancing outside under the moon. And he doesn't believe in fate but you do make him wonder. 🌑🌑🌑

Warnings: Nothing really. Profanity? Unedited/Written on phone.

Tagging: @astridflo , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , and @spookiifi .

Wheezy thought you were crazy; dancing out here in the middle of the night, candles lit around you looking ethereal even in the middle of a back alley street. He always thought you were crazy doing this shit. Especially when it was snowing- which luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights. If it was then he'd have to pick you up and carry you back inside- he'd done it before. Instead it was the first break in Hollywood heat after a week of scorchers. Cool breeze blows over him, making his yellow stained, sleep wrinkled clothes flicker against the cool wind.

He stops in the doorway to watch you in the street for a a little bit, leaning against his shoulder on the doorframe just letting the cool inside the apartment. Taking the moment to enjoy the change in weather, and a smoke.

When you catch sight of him casually watching you, drinking you in like the only thing that'll really hold onto his attention these days - despite the fact he thinks you're nuts, -  , you flash him a bright smile. A pretty as fuck smile. And waive him over.

With a smirk, a cigerette glowing bright between his teeth, and a shake of his head- he moves off the doorframe and finds you in the street. As soon as he's close, you take his hands and take an oppertunity for a break; pausing your dance to catch your breath. "Hey," You whisper, breathless, that smile he loves still all over your face. "Sorry, did I wake you up??"

"Nah," Your absence from his bed definitely did wake him up- but that ain't your problem. "Real nice dancing, doll. Y'look good. How long y'been out here?"

With a shrug, you look around you. The empty street, dry from days and days of hot sun and no rain at all; the other buildings, covered in grafitti and grease stains; Him, beautiful and tall and a little scary. "Not long... " So probably too long then, he thinks, smirking around his cig again. She needs to get some sleep- but there ain't much he can do about that.

His only job here is to keep you happy- and if lighting candles and dancing in the middle of the street makes you happy, thats easy enough. "... so yer dancin' under the moon again, huh? What's the occasion?" Doesn't matter that in the city you can't see shit in the sky except black soot as far as the skyline; you'll dance for the moon anyway. Every now and then.

"Oh- nothing this time~ " You give a small secretive smile; looking at him with eyes full of mischief. "Just happy right now."

"... that so?" He asks, waiting for the good bit.

That mischievious smile still on your lips, you lean up and get onto your tip-toes and stretch your neck, take the cigerette from his lips, and give him a slow, warm kiss. The breeze brushes you both by gently, whispering around you like spirits wondering how this story will end- if it'll be happy or a tragedy. The man has issues, a couple of reasons he shouldn't be allowed to be so happy, but the woman almost makes up for it. They guess that only time will tell.

"Yeah... " You whisper, your breath on his face almost better then smoke. Just as addictive, at least. Fuck. "Just really happy."

His eyes are intense, searing into yours. You give him back his cigarette.

Wheezy doesn't say anything. He doesnt believe in spirits, or fate, or the universe planning stuff- shit just happens, and you deal with it. But still, a dumb part of him thinks if he admits loud enough how good this particular shit turned out-- then something is gonna realise it made a big mistake giving this to him and take you away. And that's not gonna happen. That choice is up to you and you alone; and he's gonna make sure of that.

So wordlessly, Wheezy let's you draw him into your dance again; swaying gently in the light if some crackling candles and a buzzing street lamp down the way. The moon and the stars, the kinda crap that can almost make you believe in magic and fates, twinkling somewhere high in the sky.

[asayamas]

Day Off

Black Rabbit Brotherhood Fic

Warnings: Swearing

Fluff/Slice of Life.

“Oi! Who’s touched my bloody spear?!”

Eccentric’s loud voice boomed through the Town Hall, alerting the two Rabbits sat at the makeshift ‘living room’ table in the centre of the Hall. They looked up to see Eccentric leaning over the banister of the second story.

“No one’s touched your bloody spear.” Maniac said back, shrugging his shoulders before turning back to his work in front of him. “No, I swear I left it upstairs by the bathroom but I can’t find it!” Eccentric snapped back. “So one of yous have moved it!”

“Have not!” The Youngest snapped back. “It was by the bathroom last night!” Eccentric argued once again, nearly dangling himself over the banister, that creaked under the added weight. “Why are you even taking it to the bathroom with you?” Maniac asked him, shooting him a puzzled look. “Quite strange, no?” The Youngest giggled and Eccentric groaned. “Of course you wouldn’t understand, bro!” He said before hurrying back where he came from, banging and crashing coming from his room as he looked for his weapon.

“Weirdo.” Maniac said, tinkering with his grappling hook. Youngest sighed and leaned her head on the table, hands twiddling with a sparkling brooch that kept catching the light from the chandelier above them. “What’s the matter, Sis?” Maniac asked, his attention never leaving the hook. The Youngest turned her eyes to look at him and shrugged. “I miss big brother. I wanna hear all the cool stories he has about before everything went to shit.” She whined and Maniac scoffed, placing down his screwdriver and removing a screw from the hook in his hands.

“You’ve heard those stories thousands of times.” Maniac laughed softly. “I’ve got cooler stories.” He said and The Youngest raised her eyebrow at him. “Pfft, no you don’t.” She said and Maniac stopped to look at her. “Okay, how about that time with the Carcass horse, hm?”He asked and Youngest whined. “Yeah that WAS cool but Big Bro took down that giant ugly thing by Rosa Isabelle Street!” Maniac frowned and turned back to his work yet again. “Whatever.” He said, ego damaged ever so slightly.

A few moments passed and Youngest sat back up, stretching her back with a small whine before leaning on her hands. “Bro, do you reckon when we get out of here that I’ll get a boyfriend?” Unfortunately her question was uttered at the same time Maniac had taken a swig of his drink, causing him to choke slightly.

“Why would you want a boyfriend?” He coughed out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The Youngest pouted and he smirked. “What? You’re not having one.” He said and the young Rabbit let out an indignant whine of protest. “Thats not fair! You 3 have had girlfriends! So why can’t I have a boyfriend!” She pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend-“

“Yeah because you’re smelly and a loser.” She snapped back and stuck out her tongue, making her brother roll his eyes.

“Men are stupid. We, as your brothers, don’t want you hurt. End of story.” Maniac said, placing down his cup. “Ugh!” Youngest groaned in frustration. “Whatever.” She said and stomped off to the pantry and Maniac let out an amused laugh at his sister’s attitude.

Eccentric soon appeared back on the landing of the second story of the building, panting and out of breath, clutching his spear. “It was in YOUR ROOM!” Eccentric said, pointing at Maniac who shrugged. “Whoops.” Was all he said and Eccentric stomped down the stairs. “Trying to steal my bloody weapon, my own brother!” He muttered in feigned anger. “It was in the way and someone could have tripped.” Maniac said in his usual soft tone. “Like you give a shit about health and safety, bro!” Eccentric laughed, propping the spear back against the wall. “What was stroppy arse whining about?” Eccentric asked his brother, sitting down on a vacant barstool at the table.

Maniac looked up at him and smirked, leaning forward. “She wants a boyfriend.” Eccentric gasped and clutched his chest in a dramatic display. “A boyfriend?! No! No I don’t believe it!” He said. “My poor baby sister! Oh the horror!” Maniac laughed and Youngest stuck her finger up at the pair of them from her spot on the dusty couch. “Oi! None of that!” Eccentric said back only for Maniac to shoot a middle finger of his own back at her.

“No boyfriends. If we find out you have one, straight to the coffin.” Eccentric said, half serious half joking.

“You can’t do that!” Youngest whined, throwing her head back in frustration. “You never let me do fun things!”

“We let you dismantle puppets, thats fun.” Maniac argued back.

“Ah, but it’s not a boyfriend, bro.” Eccentric teased his sister and she sighed, bottom lip pouting. “When you’re older, maybe.” Maniac said, laughing.

“I’m 18!” The Youngest huffed out, cheeks blaring red in anger. “Older-er then.” Maniac retorted and Eccentric let out an ugly cackle. “Ugh! Whatever! I hope you never get a girlfriend then! Because you’re ugly and smelly and MEAN!” Youngest yelled.

Eccentric got up and patted his sister on the head. “There there, sis. We may be smelly and mean but we aren’t ugly. At least, I’m not~” He said before ducking as Maniac threw an unidentified object toward his head, the object clunking as it made contact with the wall behind.

“Oi! Watch it!” Eccentric said, gesturing towards the Youngest at Maniac who just shrugged and once again turned back to his work. “Oops, missed.” He said dryly and Eccentric rolled his eyes. “It was a shit shot.” Eccentric admitted and laughed when Maniac rested his chin on his hand, middle finger prominent against his cheek.

The laughter and jokes continued well into the evening. The Eldest soon returned to a scene of Eccentric in a headlock by Maniac and the Youngest laughing hard at the scene. The Eldest shook his head and propped his weapon up against the wall by the huge oak door. “Bro! Bro! Help me!” Eccentric choked out, overpowered by his scarf wearing brother. The Eldest simply shrugged and walked over to the pantry, patting Youngest’s head fondly on the way.

“No! Bro you can’t do this to me! Bro please!” Eccentric called back desperately and Maniac laughed. Eldest poked his head out of pantry and gave Maniac a thumbs up before disappearing again, leaving Eccentric for ‘dead’ against Maniac. Youngest’s laughter filled the room again.

[one-annon]

PROTECTIVE ADAM DRABBLE

-- ADAM FAULKNER/LAWRENCE GORDON - CHAINSHIPPING --

haha hi guys... so huge shout out to @quinngefail for trusting me enough to write out a bit for this idea they had! really not my best writing but its okay, i still had fun writing it <3 heavy tw! slight fatshaming and disability shame!! dont be like these guys

adam was never the protective type. he knew lawrence could hold himself up and he knew he could protect himself. he had no reason to be mean to others. of course, there were times where he would tell someone to fuck off. he hated it when people would stare at lawrence. not only was staring rude (funny from a voyeur huh?), but lawrence was his. the older man belonged to adam and he had a ring on his finger to prove it.

the two of them knew their limits with each other but others didn't. which, in adams opinion, it should be common fucking sense. who the fuck would comment on a guy's weight? thats like…asking if a woman is pregnant. well. he actually doesnt know if that translates right but…you get the point, don't you?

like that one time when they were at a restaurant. they were sitting across from each other, lawrence had ordered a nice glass of wine and adam had a dr pepper. really, they needed the rest. hard week for them both. they had been patiently waiting for their food and once it finally was in front of them, these fucking kids were seated across from their table.

both of them paid no mind. it didnt matter. truly, looking back at it, they shouldve left them alone. but in adams defense, they were looking at larry wrong. his larry.

"you really think hes gonna eat all that?" "course he is. look at him!"

adam had heard the whispers, he noticed the stares. he inhaled slowly, trying to keep his cool. he wouldnt ruin their date. not over this. taking a quick peek up at his stunning date, he took note of how unbothered lawrence seemed. maybe it bothered him more than it did the blond. or maybe not. he didnt even know of larry had heard those fuckers talking. he knew the man's hearing was getting just a little worse. he didnt mind. it worked. adam was loud anyway.

he let his hand move over toward lawrence's, locking their fingers together and watching him take a few bites of his meal. it wasnt a ton of food. he didn't get the issue. steak, a salad he had already finished, and a bowl of soup. of course, he also ordered fries that were mostly just something adam could steal off his plate, and they had shared mozzarella sticks and chips for an appetizer. but that wasnt too much. that was a good amount of food. they had no reason to make fun of him but adam had every reason to knock their fucking teeth in.

larry's gaze caught adams, a soft smile pairing with those beautiful blue eyes. he didn't seem bothered. not one bit.

"could you uh..go get me a drink, lar?" he asked, nodding over to the bar near the back of the restaurant. he wanted to have a small word with the very kind people next to him.

"oh, of course." lawrence lifted his hand, pressing a loving kiss to his knuckles. he always treated adam like a princess. would that make lawrence the princess' bride? haha. adam's never seen the princess bride and neither has the author. sorry.

the blonde took his cane in his hand, huffing out a tired breath as he stood up. "easy on your leg.." adam warned, watching him carefully and staying on high guard to make sure he didnt need to step up and assist his lover. he was fine. he could handle himself, adam. calm down. he heard the people across from them snicker. their eyes followed lawrence as he left for the bar and adam couldnt have been more pissed.

adam turned in his seat, eyes wide with the insane urge to set the building ablaze and a smile so sarcastically pissed off that he felt he could be the next big actor. he spread his legs just a little, letting his elbows rest on his knees. he clasped his hands together, staring directly at the table. "hey there!" he greeted, the gears in his head running on just enough cigarette smoke to keep the 'protect lawrence' and his 'destroy everything and everyone in your way' gears in overdrive and the 'think rationally' and 'work this out' gears held at a complete stop.

the table focused their attention onto adam, one of the members cocking an eyebrow and mimicking his positioning. of course, adam wasnt expecting them to take him seriously. how could they? he wasnt anything special. he was just an average looking loser with a boyfriend who owns a fucking bmw.

"hey there back!"

adam hated that fucking smile. little fucking demons is what they were. he lifted his head to check on lawrence. he was still at the bar, chatting with the bartender and waiting ever so patiently for adams drink. he wasnt even sure what he was getting and truly he didnt care. he had bigger problems to handle at the moment. "is there a fuckin' problem here?" he tilted his head.

the person mocking him shrugged. "im not sure what youre talking about."

the shorter had to resist the urge to stand and slam his hands on the table. of course they didnt know. why would they know what they just fucking did? that makes so much sense that adam almost forgot why he was about to break their fucking teeth in! almost.

"yknow, youre not exactly quiet when it comes to shit talking people. though, i suppose you would really like it for someone to do the same to you, yeah?" he motions to the outfit of another member. "like how your shirt has a cute little logo for nirvana on it but i bet you cant name three songs by the damn band, huh?"

before they could defend themselves, adam continued. "or how you," he pointed to another member, "have that beautiful necklace on! oh my it looks so expensive! but yknow i saw the same thing at claires! and, really i would say your outfit makes up for it but green just is not your color. i would maybe go for a dumpster fire red next time! which i dunno, i think a nice bitch blue would go great for all of you!"

one of the members stood up, which caused adams confidence to falter just slightly. he straightened himself up, his brain suddenly racking through old memory files to find the fight tips that scott had given him. just in case.

"who the fuck do you think you are, dude?" they shouted. other tables turned to look at the pair. adam wasnt sure what to do, so he did what he did best. he imagined it was scott. truly, he did this for every fight. it was a lot easier yelling at that fucknut than some stranger.

adam vaguely pointed to the bar, "oh, so its okay for you to insult my fiance but i cant insult you? i mean, cmon, i just told you that you all had trash outfits! you fucks were making fun of his body! not so fuckin' fun when its you is it?"

he wouldve keep going. he shouldve kept going. if it wasnt for lawrence wobbling his way back with a beer bottle in hand, adam probably wouldve gotten physical. larry carefully slid his way back into the booth, setting the drink down. the doctor took note of how riled up adam and the other table seemed to be. now that the member of the group had sat and adam had his drink, they could continue their date.

"i heard you shouting." lawrence whispered in that all too calm voice of his. "you dont have to defend me, adam. people are going to make fun of me, i know it. but i can handle it. im an adult too."

adam scoffed as he took a sip of his beer, "i fuckin hate people, larry."

"i know you do, sweetheart."

the date ended soon after, a quick kiss and a hefty bill that adam was shocked lawrence was able to pay for in full cash concluding their time spent at the restaurant. adam gave the table a very nice fuck you flip off as they left, taking larry's - his larry's - hand in his own and leading them out to that fancy ass bmw.

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how 2 write ending?

[rima-niki]

Another Fable thought that could become fic, but nahhh

Just a silly what if Rae went into Icarus's mind to help them Characters: Icarus, Rae, Sherbert, Ashrill

Now imagine Rae going in their mind to try and save Ic, and it's either gold or a rainbow. There is no fully just Icarus, only the person that others made them.

There are different versions of ic in there, like how Rae had a different him, but at the same time, they're not Icarus. The first one Rae meets is a fully corrupted Sherb; it's how they, themselves, see them. They are corrupted, they are making the same mistakes no matter what, thats what they are. This corrupted version leads them to a patch of a rainbow, more specifically purple, where once Rae enters finds a version of ic that's an elf? They're kind, offering to help Rae with his journey, but Rae can tell the elf is lonely. There is no other building around outside if the sherb tm build style. The elf gives Rae a bead, then rae is back in the normal plain of gold and rainbow. The corrupted version of Icarus is there again, laughing at Rae, trying to actually help them; they're just like this, there's nothing you can help with. But Rae moves along, finding a new colour, one he hasn't seen before, a dark red; he goes in. The Icarus that Rae finds is another bird but very different, a roadrunner. She was admiralty put in alarm at the sudden appearance of Rae, someone who he thought they would never see again. Rae reassures her that he means no harm and is looking to help someone. The roadrunner says they'll help, and they look around the floating island that they've made a house on. Rae noticed something while they were talking this Icarus seemed to always be on edge, like they were ready to run or fly at any second. Was every version of their brother in some form of pain? They don't know. But after a moment of looking, the roadrunner found another bead and handed it to Rae with a goodbye. "Wowie, you're really trying this," The corrupted version spoke as Rae entered the field again. "Yes, I'm not giving up on you, Icarus." "You should, not like you'll find the last 2 that you need." "So there's two more."

"w-what no!" the corrupted one stuttered out as Rae continued to move forward, finding an almost fully broken part the gold on it was faded, but Rae entered. It's their childhood home, but it was a bit dirty it seemed like someone had just been baking. Rae walks around looking for Icarus. When they hear a thud coming from upstairs. He quickly makes his way over and finds a much younger Icarus on the floor, it seems they had fallen off. They quickly spot the much older Rae.

" Who are you! I'm real good with a sword" they say as they jump up to their feet. "I'm Rae. I don't mean you any harm. I just heard you fall and got worried." "Oh… you share the same name as my brother! That's cool. My brother is really small right now. Mom says I was that small once, too, but I don't believe her. Don't tell her I said that, tho." Icarus puts a finger to their mouth in a hushing motion. "I won't tell your mom, but are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine. I fall ALL the time, this new home, Mom allows me to go outside, and I can climb the trees, and Dad's not here to- To, I don't really know, but Dad wouldn't let me." "You fall a lot, you always do" Rae says a bit bittersweetly. "You're my brother, aren't you?" Rae just nods. " You're all big. You get such a cool horn? Do I get one? Is Mom still with us? Do we find Dad? Do I become real good at the alcemy?" Rae giggles softly." You don't get a horn, but you do get wings." "I GET WINGS!!!!!" "Yes, you do… um, Mom isn't with us right now, but I'm looking for her. You do become really good at making potions, and um, Fable is back, but he's done a lot of bad things, and he forced you to think some not-good things and a lot more." "Oh… Are we still brothers?" Icarus is saddened. "We are, and we always will be." "O-okay," Icarus nods. Icarus looks through their pocket and brings out another bead. " Then save me." "I will." Once Rae grabs it, they get brought to a different room, but one they are very familiar with, the cell that housed Icarus back in the endstone reset. "So, for some reason you still think I should be helped? Despite everything I had done to you, you really think that Icarus is worth saving?" "Despite everything you've done, you, Icarus, are still my brother. Even if you fall to Fable time and time again, I will still be there. I will still be your brother because I love you, Icarus and nothing you do will change that. You ARE my brother, that can sometimes be a bit rude and a bit harsh but you never failed to care for me. You could have left me there when you through that potion, but you didn't. You stayed and made sure I was okay. When I was turning into a beast, YOU were there. You were there when we had nothing but each other. I know Fable is promising you to bring them back, but Icarus, you'll lose so much more; please, I don't want to lose you too." When Rae looks up to Icarus, they aren't corrupted. Their ears and wings hugged close to them. "I-I don't want to lose you either, But Rae, I've gone too deep." "Then let me help you up." Icarus signs and walks over to Rae, and places the final bead in his head. "You win, Rae." -The end-

[seaslugdisco]

nuzi is not a proship, i understand the confusion of the unclear timeline, but this is my understanding and how it places n and uzi at similar ages:

this theory has two versions, depending on the gap in the timeline of events between the core collapse and the disassembly drones arrival. first, the larger amount of time between these two events. the core of copper-9 collapses, nuclear winter ensues, all humans on the planet die, etc. etc. khan is one of the worker drones who defect from humans and begins to try to start his own life. nori, after being trapped in cavin fever labs and being experimented on and gaining the absolute solver, escapes with yeva. they meet as camp 98.7, fall in love, and move into a deserted human bunker with some other families and start a sort of civilization. they have uzi, but nori begins getting visions of the future- khans line in episode 4 about nori at the beginning, "she was always all: 'build doors against the coming sky demons!' 'the singularity awakens.' 'look at this cool s i can draw!'." nori tells khan to build doors, as in, on the existing bunker, not build the bunker.

uzi grows up to be about 19-20 when the events of the series play out, (the ages of kids her age from other bunkers on missing posters in episode 3 at the very beginning) you know the rest. this probably means that living under the ice in the bunker is just how she grew up, but the disassembly drones are a threat that appeared in her lifetime and killed her mother, presumably before she was a fully functional worker drone and still one of the smaller round baby drones (??? i dunno what to call them) this WOULD explain why she doesnt remember nori much but this always confused me because theyre robots??? they literally cannot forget unless they manually delete something from themselves??? actually thats probably a lore thing. whatever it doesnt matter for this theory. ANYWAYS, a big thing that i see people miss is that if disassembly drones have been alive long enough to kill nori, they have really barely gone through changes like the workers do as they "grow up". its understandable that they were just made to kill and didnt really need it, but this still places them at a much younger age than they look or are in the series. this means that uzi and n can be very close to the same age, even if they dont look it. im not sure if n v and j were just like actually pretty short because in the pilot opening sequence we never see the disassembly and worker drones in a same frame good enough to compare or if there was to change at all.

just really short disassembly drones is kinda a funny thought though lol

option two, which i find less likely but also more interesting, is very similar, but instead of after the core collapse, nori and khan meet BEFORE it. maybe khan defects from the company??? nori and yeva are able to escape??? idk if that could even happen or where i was going with this everything else is basically the same but uhh its a cool thought right

in conclusion: people who think nuzi is a proship what the fuck are you doing

thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[inamagicalhallucination]

meant to post this earlier but, here's a short story thats just atsushi's pov of the break up from chap 1 of separate roads, story to be told verse u dont' have to read the other part to understand but it might make this a little less angsty so

u can read it here: oh, the tragedy (i died waiting for the proof)

or here:

And you say I abandoned the ship But I was going down with it My white knuckle dying grip Holding tight to your quiet resentment and My friends said it isn't right to be scared - so long london; t. swift. 

Atsushi didn’t cry. Not as he grabbed his bags and headed for the door. Not as Ryuunosuke stayed where he was, not moving, not caring. Atsushi put on his shoes, one at a time, buying time. 

Stay, Atsushi yelled inside his head, tell me to stay. 

Ryuunosuke didn’t. Atsushi’s hand lingered on the doorknob, hesitating once again. And then he left. Ryuunosuke let him go.

He didn’t cry as he walked down the hall and to the elevator, the distance between him and Ryuunosuke getting bigger and bigger. Though, he thought, bitterly, the distance was always there, wasn’t it? And no matter what Atsushi did, it stayed. It was all the same thing over and over. He rested his forehead against the cool glass wall of the elevator, waiting for it to take him to the bottom floor. It was the same, always the same. Distance, arguing, kissing, sex, empty beds, distance, arguing. Atsushi loved Ryuunosuke, loved him so much he waited. He waited and waited for it all to turn sweet. Waited for Ryuunosuke to say what Atsushi wanted. He never did. 

Atsushi supposed it was his own fault, for thinking that he was lovable. He didn’t cry, even at this thought. He didn’t cry as he left the apartment building and hailed a taxi. Didn’t cry as Yokohama passed by, and he became farther and farther from Ryuunosuke. Didn’t cry as he clutched onto his phone in a desperate grip.

Call me, Atsushi thought, Call me and beg me to stay. 

His phone didn’t ring. 

Maybe it was a good thing. If Ryuunosuke called, if he hinted at wanting them to stay together… Atsushi would melt. He would fold and let himself get dragged into Ryuunosuke again. And it’d be the same thing, the same damn thing. Always asking, always reaching, never getting. 

“Fuck you,” Atsushi muttered, fingers tangling into white hair and pulling. He still didn’t cry. “Fuck you all the way to hell.” 

He got out in front of the agency’s dorms. He still remembered how he’d gradually stopped coming here, as his things stayed at Ryuunosuke’s place clear as day. He remembered putting his things in Ryuunosuke’s closet; wearing his clothes and using his utensils – and they were his too for a while. For a while, everything was just theirs. He remembered thinking he had the world in his hands. He dragged his bags up the stairs. He stopped in front of his old dorm, reaching for his old key before hesitating.

Instead, he turned and walked to the door next to his and knocked. It stayed quiet. He knocked again, frantically. Finally, it opened. Dazai-san stood there, face rumpled with sleep, looking at him confusedly for a second before melting into something like concern.

Atsushi opened his mouth and tried to say something, but all that came out was a sob. He hadn’t cried until then but finally, there, at Dazai-san’s door, he cried. He cried so hard, his body keeled over, and Dazai-san’s hands came to steady him. He cried so hard his body dry heaved, shuddering with each sob. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, could only cry.

He felt like a child. Hands led him into Dazai-san’s dorm, and into the one couch he owned. Atsushi continued crying, Dazai-san’s hands left him and after a minute, water was placed in front of him. 

Distantly, he heard Dazai-san asking what was wrong. Was Ryuunosuke okay? Did they fight? But no matter what Atsushi tried to say, it only came out as more desperate sobs. Still, this deep in his grief, he found it in himself to curse Ryuunosuke, for making him go through this.

Eventually, the water was pushed towards him and he gulped down desperate mouthfuls of air before tentatively sipping, having to pull away to sob every now and then. His sobs became less loud and desperate, until he was crying quietly, curled up in the corner of Dazai-san’s couch, feeling miserable and pathetic.

Dazai-san hovered over him, looking a little frantic as he tried to figure out what to do. At any other moment, this sight would amuse Atsushi into a better mood. Now he just felt more miserable. It should be Ryuunosuke, hovering over him, asking him what was wrong. 

Atsushi didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he remembered waking up to a hushed conversation. He blinked blearily at the ceiling, then turned his head towards the source, Dazai-san was holding both of his bags in each hand, frantically whispering to someone at the door. Atsushi blinked at the sight. Before shutting his eyes and pulling the blanket Dazai-san must have laid over him over his head and falling back asleep.

Atsushi woke up again in the morning. His body ached. His mouth was an odd combination of sticky and dry. His eyes and nose hurt. Everything hurt.

Did Ryuunosuke hurt? He didn’t want to think about him, but he couldn’t stop it. Was he miserable without Atsushi? Did he even notice Atsushi wasn’t there?

Dazai-san placed toast and eggs in front of him. They were nicely done, which meant someone else must’ve come in when Atsushi was asleep and made them. Kunikida-san probably. Dazai-san watched him eat. Atsushi ate for that very reason, even though he only managed a few bites in the end.

Dazai-san cleared the plates and then came back with two cups of coffee. He sat next to Atsushi, stiff and awkward, and turned the TV on. Atsushi didn’t speak, just held the cup and let it warm his hands.

“Dazai-san,” Atsushi said, after the show ended and another started playing, “am I unlovable?”

Dazai-san stilled and stayed quiet. Atsushi waited. There was a tenseness to his shoulders – one Atsushi could feel more than see.

“You’re–” he paused, searching for words, in a very unlike-Dazai manner. Atsushi didn’t know what to make of it. “Atsushi-kun, out of everyone, you are one of the easiest people to love.” He sounded stiff, still. Not as if he was lying, b ut as if he had trouble speaking. This didn’t really bother Atsushi, who was used to Dazia-san trying to be honest and vulnerable. He always sounded stiff, even when he was genuine.

What Dazai-san said should’ve made him feel better. There, proof that it wasn’t his fault. That there was nothing inherently wrong with him. And yet… And yet, if he was so lovable… if he was not inherently fucked up… why? 

“Why?” He mumbled, grip tightening on his cup.

“Why what, Atsushi-kun?”

“Then why didn’t he— ” Atsushi put the cup down, instead bringing his hands to grip at his hair, “Why didn’t he love me, Dazia-san? I loved him so much – I love him so much, even now. All I wanted — more than anything I wanted him to just look at me.” Tears pooled in his eyes again and he felt his body shake with sobs. He pulled at his hair, but it did little to ground him. After a moment, hands pulled his hands away. Atsushi found himself being pulled to Dazai-san’s side, in a hug.

“Atsushi-kun,” Dazai-san started. “I–”

“I just wanted him,” Atsushi mumbled, “I just— why did he even agree to go out with me if he just couldn’t love me?”

Dazai-san continued to hold him. Urging him to breathe, and keeping his hands away from his hair.

“I believe,” Dazai-san said, quietly, “that Akutagawa does love you… he is just bad at expressing it—”

“Stop it,” Atsushi hissed. “There’s no way–”

“Atsushi, Akutagawa cares—”

“Why didn’t he tell me to stay?” Atsushi asked, bitterly, “why didn’t he show me? Why didn’t he love me?”

“Atsushi…”

“Dazai-san, please tell me. What’s wrong with me? Why couldn’t I get him to care, even a little?”

“Atsushi-kun,” Dazai-san hesitated, then sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing was your fault. How Akutagawa… acted… had nothing to do with you.”

Atsushi opened his mouth to protest, because there must’ve been something. But Dazai-san pulled him closer, before he could. Atsushi felt small, there, needing Dazai-san to comfort him as if he were— god, was he such a burden?  

He didn’t know how long he stayed there, but he snapped to attention when another figure sat by him. 

“Is he alright?” Kunikida-san’s voice asked. Dazai-san shifted slightly, made to make more room for him.

“He’s Atsushi,” Dazai-san said, Atsushi blinked slowly, feeling tired, “he has to be.”

Atsushi felt himself fall asleep, as Dazai-san and Kunikida-san continued to talk. 

When he awoke again, he still felt awful, but he could no longer cry. Akutagawa didn’t call him. He didn’t call him. He didn’t want him. Atsushi sighed. Fuck. What was he meant to do without Akutagawa?

He took in a shuddering breath. He hoped that at least with this, with leaving, he’d made Akutagawa happy. That he’d made everything easier for him.

[trtfposting1987]

i love trtf3

another one of these posts because likkeeeee ?? yah

I absolutely love trtf3. i didnt have much to say about 2 but by contrast 3 i actually have too much to talk about! i dont wanna do this intro anymore lemme get into it baaaaa!!!!

So firstly lemme talk about lockjaw; yeah the design aint perfect and blah blah blah but how they build up to him is so COOL because hes like a shadow lockjaw in only trtf1 and 2 and in this game you actually get to see him for yourself. like THATS COOL. he was literally being pulled out of the shadows and ????? Waaat

AND THE GAME LOOKS SO GOOD TOO. i was always a fan of the fnaf 3 aesthetic and this game has SO MUCH OF IT and yeahhh i know the models arent the most high quality things on earth but man idk i still like looking at it so thats what really matters to me.... oh and by the way funny story i used to think that the phone guy in this game was voiced by scott cawthon.... like idk what was wrong with my ability to recognize people's voices cause he sounds nothing like him but thats just how ill i was haha

same goes for the models cause yeahhh they arent perfect but they have a kinda style to them thats very nice to look at

also vigo. i like vigo :3

dedicated to my best friend murmurokka

I LOVE GRON!!!!!! from the very beginning I've loved gron as a sort of friend to the purple guy. i made a whole post about this but to sort of flesh purple guy out in a way by giving him cohorts he has different relations to is so COOL. in this game he arguably has the least known about him but idc hes still really cool to have. i also just love his design and i kinda miss the era of fnaf where people would make their own color guy designs.... im sure some still do it but its just not the same.....

also i love vincents sprites in this. he kinda looks like hes slouching a lot of the time which. yea he would do that

im pacing around a lot but i just wanna say that i really love this game because of how... much there is in it...

theres minigames, there's a good, a bad, and even a sad ending, it's got a big location, it's got some entirely new mechanic which are honestly pretty cool (love you view animatronic) and yeah its still buggy and messed up but again!!! i !!! dont !! care!!!! its just so COOL that this game attempts to try to be one of the official titles with all it does. nowadays its unsurprising for this to be the case but back then with how much this game did it was like a one-in-a-hundred thing it was so so so so COOL!!!

not to mention how there were gonna be content updates for this like adding lynda into the game and man theres just something about having all this high fidelity new stuff added onto an old fangame like this i also find so cool. that sentence didnt make any sense BUT i will say that i played TRTF3 legendary edition once which is a cool game in of itself but hooooo my god the fact that it actually RESTORED lynda to the game along with adding a nightmare mode thats completely new????? liiiike fans restoring unused content to trtf games is like bvwaaaaaaaaghhhhhh anyhow moving on

shadow lockjaw returns and i like him too. come to think of it it kinda doesnt make sense for him to be here? but whateva a shadow is a shadow

by the way this is just a small thing but foxy is so funny here... tiny man.... tiny little man...

generally though i just really really love this game and every last thing about it????? it does so much and while its not perfect as always, it does it. it did everything it set out to do and thats AWESOME. i said i liked trtf1 the most because of it being the first year of fnaf but i like THIS one because it honestly feels the most like TRTF to me. it has lockjaw, it has a cool inversion of the fnaf 3 location where its more like a fantasy attraction than a horror attraction, it stylistically is so cool to me and i ccccan NEVER get it out of my head i love it so verry verrrry muchcchchch. i really wish i could just go back in time and relive TRTF all over again because seeing this game was such a magical experience....

[vacancy-virtues]

I have an idea! I’m always a total suck for hero x villain stuff, and power dynamics.

So how about this: hero and villain have regularly been fighting each other, and it’s always either ended up in a tie, or with the hero winning and arresting the villain, who escaped soon after.

Lots of banter, etc.

Now, for the first time ever, villain managed to defeat hero, taking them prisoner. They enjoy this immensely, making hero kneel for them, etc. To them it’s just a continuation of their usual dynamic and banter. A bit of payback (and also enjoying the view).

Hero however, is genuinely scared about being at villains mercy, because that never happened before and they don’t know what to expect. Villain enjoys the whole thing right up until they realise hero is genuinely afraid of them, thinking the might hurt or kill them.

(I’m sorry if that is too detailed, I’ve never done this before XD. Feel free to leave out or add whatever you want)

Greetings!

There is no such thing as "too detailed" on this page regarding asks! The more material I have to work with, the more I'll be able to write. 'Twas a brilliant idea, and I hope you enjoy the interpretation I have of it.

Your dutiful writer,

Enjoy <3

XXX

#5- "A Change of Pace

Battles shared semblance to a waltz in which Hero was always the lead. Villain either made it out by the skin on their teeth or had to pitifully look up from their cell at Hero to watch them gloat. They knew it never lasted for long. No matter the cell Hero confined Villain in, they and their crew always found a way to bypass security to scheme another day.

The two had been at one others heels for years, and today seemed just like any other day. Intel was able to intercept a delivery authorization by one of Villains' crew members for a hefty amount of radioactive material. It would be likely Villain would be stationed not too far from the drop zone. It seemed too easy, but it was routine after all.

Hero wasted no time in setting up their stake-out by the time the trucks were arriving at the drop point. They remained tucked atop a rooftop behind a vent exhaust. Through their binoculars, they scanned the various windows among the city buildings. Some aglow with warm lights contrasting the cool luminescence of the street lights below. The radio communications of their ear piece were distorted, but their radiation detector hadn't been going off from their position.

"Isn't it just a lovely view?"

As Hero twisted their body to meet the source of the voice, they stopped upon hearing the sound of a rotating chamber and the sight of Villain holding a gun towards them. Their composure was collected and calm, which wasn't much different than their usual cockiness. It was a surprise, sure, but it didn't matter they were up there. It wasn't like they hadn't given each other a few black eyes and split lips, so if Hero needed to fight this one out, they could manage until back-up came.

"Well, a second ago yes, but now I'm not so sure." Hero said, raising their hands up slowly.

"Oh, surely you don't mean that Hero," Villain jutted their gun up briefly, gesturing Hero to stand, which they did. "Deep down you know you love our little ren-dez-vous~"

Hero glanced behind them, hearing the sound of barreling trucks down the alleyways. The familiar smug grin which quirked the corner of Villains' lips, caught Heros eye and they shrugged their shoulders a little, returning a grin.

"Look, I get that you're toxic, but this is taking it a little too far, Villain."

"Well, thats rude," Villain took a step forward, gun still locked on the other just as their eyes were. "But I have no idea what you're talking about. Turn around, take a look."

Villains tone made Heros stomach twitch in discomfort. It didn't help how intently they held their gun either, but at least after all these years they picked up a thing or two from Hero; one being the proper way to hold a gun so someone can't kick it from your grasp.

The other being Villain finally learned was to have the upper hand. With visible hesitance, Hero picked up their binoculars to better see the drop sight. It was to their horror to see Villains crew pulling tarps off the covered back, revealing no cargo in any of the vehicles. No crates. No sacks or odd-glowing tubes. When they looked to Villain again, several red dots littered Hero's body, and the panic started to sink in a bit.

"But, Intel-"

"Discovered plans of a radium delivery?" Villain sighed, feigning a heartbroken look. "Hero, I thought you surely knew by now after how long its been,"

From within the scarf Villain wore around their neck, they pulled up a respirator. Heros mind was racing. What was it they could have missed? The exact location, parameter setting, time, and plate numbers were all there. Their eyes fell, and Villain paused for a moment to sigh before nudging the gun just below their chin to raise their head.

"I don't do business on my birthday."

Villain lifted their mask, and Hero heard something click onto the pavement. A purple plume of smoke enveloped the two. Their mind was grew hazy, and their limbs got heavy. Hero blinked, and next they realized it, they were on the ground.

"It doesn't make any sense.." Hero managed out, pulling themselves back towards the ledge the best they could.

"One of your little bugs missed the cancellation call I put in. None of you realized it, and I saw... an opportunity." Villain knelt down in front of them, a hand snaking through Heros locks only to pull it sharply upwards.

"If you don't work..." Hero hissed out, trying to intake some of untainted air. "Then what is this?"

Villain could only smile as they leaned in, tapping the end of the gun against Heros chin. They moved in slowly, or that is what they assumed. Everything moved a half-second behind and was only increasing in increments as Hero was exposed to the smoke bomb.

"Pleasure." Villain all but purred near their ear.

With a sharp yank, Hero went hurdling into the wafts of smoke. It scorched their throat before it burned their lungs. One ear, they could hear the hiss of the static from the earbud. In the other, the hiss of the spraying smoke bomb. Hero could hardly make out what went wrong, especially in the state they were in now. They at least knew there was no Intel to call out to, and no back-up coming for them.

As Heros vision faded, the last thing they saw was Villain kneeling atop of them with a satisfied smile behind the respirator. For the first time in however long Villain and Hero had been at it, Hero was bested. Despite the incapacitated state, there was a growing fear of what Villain had in store after all these years.

+++

When Hero awoke, it took a while to absorb their surroundings. The windows were bright but not because of light but because of the heavy fall of snow outside. Hero laid atop a deep red, ornate rug set in front of the large fireplace with stone inlays of various colors. The hearth was aglow with a roaring fire which lit up the inside of the cabin.

As their eyes focused on the walls, it was a nauseating realization that there were no portraits on the wall but various mounted animals. All walks of the food chain, from wolves and hawks to sheep and deer, decorated the walls.

In attempts to sit up, Hero realized they were bound. While yes, it wasn't like they would be free range at all, but Hero thought it excessive to bind not only their ankles to their wrists, but to bind both to a rope around their neck to prevent further struggle. Hero waited a moment to let their senses come back to them and not be embarrassed over being hog-tied on a cabin floor surrounded by dead animals.

It didn't take long to hear the thud of boots crossing the wood and softening on the carpet in front of them. As slow as they were, it didn't compare to the steady rise in heart rate Hero felt. Just because Villain had been caught in the past or had plans interrupted didn't mean they couldn't have still worked on something Hero missed somehow. Obviously, a cabin in the middle of nowhere was one of those plans.

"Oh, look at you, a bow and everything..." Villain cooed, slipping three fingers under the rope around their neck to hoist them up on their knees. They adjusted the ropes behind Hero, which loosened the pressure on their neck only slightly.

A dark apron covered Villains shirt, and their hands were poorly washed of blood from whatever it was they were doing in the kitchen. The side-effects from the smoke bomb kept their limbs weighed down like lead, and their head pounded with questions. Luckily, Villain was prompt to handle the latter.

"Do you like it? The cabin?"

"This all seems a bit.. primitive." Hero drowsily responded.

"Call me old-fashioned, I suppose. The snowstorm outside makes it impossible for your team to scope out in terrain recon or aerial surveillance, and you'll surely die out there if you try to escape."

There was a brief moment Hero felt the urge to try at an escape, yet with the upward motion, strain was put on their throat. With a strangled gasp, Hero was forced to settle back on their knees. All the while, Villain circled their victim like a shark in water, footfalls slow and deliberate before they knelt in front of Hero, their lips curled into that damned dastardly smile.

"And far away from anyone who may hear you scream. Unlike my crew, no one is coming for you, Hero."

From Villains hip, a long blade with a pronounced gut hook at the end and a dark leather handle came into view. They've had their shoot-outs, but they knew the two missed each other on purpose (most times). They've had their brawls but still left the other standing to fight another day. However, this was a new leverage Villain had, and it wasn't the heat of the fireplace making Hero perspire. It was pure fear, and it reflected back to them in the blade of the knife.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" Villain began, bringing the edge of the blade dangerously close to their throat. "To have you humiliated before me? I've spent years dreaming of how I'd have you at my feet, begging for your life to an unanswering god."

The spark behind Villains eyes made Heros blood run cold. They'd never seen Villain like this before. The bindings around their wrists and ankles offered no give, and any shift of their current position threatened to weigh on their windpipe. The blade edge was sharp enough to cause a paper cut-like string on their neck. So many things went wrong that Hero felt out of depth with what to do and what to expect from Villain.

"P-please.." Was all Hero managed, their voice raspy from the smoke and barely a whisper.

"Please?" Villain echoed in daunting amusement. "Oh, Hero, how the mighty do fall!"

The laugh that echoed in the room felt closer to derangement, and Hero visibly flinched at the volume. Before they knew it, a burn stung their eyes, and their vision blurred and skewed the sight of Villain with fat, hot tears.

Something about the reaction shot down Villain from their victory high. Here, they thought they'd be able to rub their success in their face, to finally show Hero what it was like to seep in their own failures. They thought the victory would be sweet, yet the sight of the true fear Hero held in their eyes left a bitter taste in Villains' mouth. Even with how long they'd been doing this, Villain never truly feared Hero.

Villain had never seen this side of Hero before.

The hook of the blade near Heros throat snugged itself under the rope before it was severed completely. Hero let go of a breath they didn't realize they were holding. After a moment, Hero watched as Villain stood and took off their apron, revealing a crisp white button up and fine dress pants.

"Get up."

"W... what?" They stammered out. With the rope now cut, the restraints seemingly fell apart as Hero moved their wrists.

"Dinner is going to be ready soon, and I figure you'd want to change." Villain said as they casually rolled their sleeves up.

As if they weren't confused before, they just stared at the other in awe and disbelief at the sudden change of heart to cut Hero loose.

"What.. You're not going to kill me..?"

"Not yet, no. I told you I don't do business on my birthday." There was a pause. "Even a belated one. It did take a couple days to get out here."

"Then.." Hero looked about the cabin, the attire, the undeniable smell of something cooking in the kitchen. "You kidnapped me to have dinner?"

There was a flash of that damned grin and an innocent shrug of the shoulders.

"Ah, a birthday dinner, and it's not like you would have made reservations. I mean, you hardly remembered! And you never have a day off, so I simply took matters into my own hands when the opportunity saw fit." Villain held a hand out to Hero, which they hesitantly took.

Hero still hadn't quite moved past the concept they thought they'd be gutted and stuffed a moment ago. The hand which took Heros pulled them close, another arm wrapping about their waist. The cologne Villain wore was subtle, but enough to bring a bit of ease in their shoulders.

"It's quiet here, and warm and away from everything and everyone.. no cameras or recorders, just us.." Villain said, their voice gentle. "Tomorrow you can stumble upon the ski mobile in the garage and be gone before the suns up, and that'd be fine just.. can we have tonight?"

Hero pulled back a bit to look up at Villain with surprise and perplexity. Yet, the look Villain wore resembled closer to remorse than anything. Villains hand gingerly cupped their jaw, a thumb caressing over their cheek. They'd been doing this for years after all, perhaps they did need a change of pace.

"Okay, Villain.." Hero said before the relief allowed a smile of their own to cross their lips. "It's only fair for forgetting such an important holiday."

"I'm glad you can see reason," Villain teased before their expression softened and pulled Hero back into their arms. "And.. I'm sorry for scaring you for you to see that."

The words held Hero like Villains arms did. With a soft sigh, Hero shook their head against their shoulder. At least now, there would be no way to underestimate Villain.

"Maybe I needed my life threatened to convince me that a break won't be what kills me." Hero quipped.

The air had lightened, and the dinner Villain carefully prepared for them was decadent and filling. The drink warmed them from the inside, and when they went to bed, their bodies did an even better job at fighting the cold off together. When the morning came and the light streamed in through the window, Villain was surprised to feel the weight of Hero still on their bare chest.

"You're still here.." Villain said, not quite as a question but more in surprise.

"Mm... it's too cold to go out..." Hero muttered, still not quite awake.

Villain smiled and pulled the blankets over them more, nuzzling contently into Heros hair. The snowfall had long since stopped, leaving glistening icicles to catch the sunlight outside the window.

"I know.." A soft kiss fell on Heros head.

Hero looked up at them with bleary eyes, barely able to process the fact Villain even planned that, before they gave a defeated smile and rested back on Villains chest.

"Happy birthday, Villain."

With a gentle kiss, the two shared the quiet morning together, wrapped up in one another until Villain found themselves lulled back to sleep by Heros calm breathing.

[andrewghung]

BIG DECISIONS : SILHOUETTE

DO

communicate size/proportions class (light, medium, heavy) + be distinguishable between other silhouettes WITHIN THE SAME STORY

feeling of shape language (spiky character, round character)

personality through posing

show volume contrast/interesting thing (top/bottom heavy, big jacket/pants, weapon) - or not, like if they have a hidden weapon, like spy

DO NOT NEED TO

DO NOT NEED TO COMMUNICATE FUNCTION IN THE SILHOUETTE

be so legible that if someone that has never played tf2 can tell literally what everything is

be simple, silhouettes can have a lot of budget (BMS the silhouette - GET SMALLER)

MEDIUM DECISIONS: INTERNAL SHAPES

- first time viewer SHOULD be able to articulate WHAT it is (ie wow thats a cool witch). SOMETIMES this can be read from the big decision silhouette BUT DOES NOT ALWAYS NEED TO, BUT IT SHOULD BE READ HERE IN INTERNAL SHAPES

DO

communicate FUNCTION (weapon/tool)

communicate THEME (world setting)

communicate VALUE/COLOR COMPOSITION (dark character reaper, holy white priest, high contrast, etc)

DO NOT NEED TO

be simple, can have a lot of budget (BMS internal shapes - GET SMALLER)

be flat - this can have a GOOD AMOUNT OF form if the local colors have enough value contrast

SMALL DECISIONS

DO

communicate QUALITY (handmade, worn down, new, personalized, etc)

graphics and patterns

3rd read storytelling (look closer to see trinkets , elements that would have a story in themselves)

DO NOT NEED TO

be too anal about accuracy. these INDIVIDUAL decisions do not matter, but the SUM of all the small details build up to the overall FEELING (everything torn up - feels like hobo; is every trim decoration flowy flowers or are they geometric patterns) these should IMPLY the feeling of detail

DO NOT DETAIL EVERYTHING. THIS IS THE SMALL FOR BIG AND MEDIUM DECISIONS. (BMSing small decisions involves more bigs and mediums to not draw every detail and make areas of rest so its implied) - GET BIGGER