#but hey. that's what keeps life exciting! xD

[aleki-lives-here]

I am entirely convinced that most of my cooking hinges on the right order of panicked prayers to all the gods and fictional characters I can think of.

I am sure that the only reason this recipe worked was that I started it with praying to Xie Lian, then stopped and in a fit of panic tried to find anyone else to pray to because what the fuck is this it looks completely inedible there needs to be some huge divine intervention for this to work at all oh gods someone please this needs to be saved oh gods oh gods oh gods. and then back to praying to Xie Lian because there is no hope in this world but he may at least save me from dying of food poisoning. that's all i ask from a meal, after all, to not kill me with food poisoning. please let it not kill me with food poisoning i swear there'll be no weird experiments for a day after that i swear i'll stick to normal recipes for the time being please spare me.

And then it turned out to be the tastiest way to fry eggs I've ever tried! Like genuinely great food! Even if it looked like somebody had already tried to eat it and threw it back up. And I am completely alive and well and want more of it!

It's the prayers. It's definitely the prayers and the panic and some higher being taking pity on me. That's the only logical explanation for my cooking process that I will accept.

[mintytealfox]

Hey.... hoi.... do you have any hurt/comfort headcanons for Norton and Alice?

OOOHH yes yes yes yes yes yes yeeesssss ;; I have MANY and they are LONG when covering BOTH sides so I will keep it to categories and just one at a time lol XD Unless yall want an actual NOVEL PFF

SO FOR THIS ROUND:

ARGUMENTS

Arguments have been on my mind recently for some reason and every relationship (friendships, lovers, familial, etc) has them cause feelings can get hurt regardless of intentions and apologies need to be offered. Some things that would normally fly might suddenly be taken wrongly on a bad day ;; which can cause confusion and hurt on both sides which then turns into an argument, that then turns into something that needs to be fixed properly.

SO

I think Norton would be a little more prone to take things the wrong way at times, while Alice has a more 'benefit of the doubt' mindset. But I have a difficult time picturing Alice saying anything that he would perceive as a jab. So I think it would be more along the lines of Alice extending that 'benefit of the doubt' mindset towards someone that Norton thinks has wronged him, (like calling him something or referring him as something that Norton takes as a slight).

Norton: "I can't believe you are taking his side??" Alice: "I am not taking his side, I am just saying that maybe what was said was taken wrongly...they didn't seem like someone who would say something like that" Norton: "??? So you aren't trusting my judgement in this??" Alice: "Its not like that, at all!" Norton: "?? What is it then?? Is my judgement wrong here too?? Have I just been wrong my entire life then??? Does my judgment not count cause I have been poor most of my life??"

And just blowing it up more than it should. Like, him not overly caring about the slight initially but wanted to bring it up to Alice hoping she would be like "that is nonsense, you aren't like that at all" only to hear, "well, what if that wasn't what they meant?" This surprising him and confusing him to the point that it now hurts for some reason he doesn't fully get why.

But his reaction might stun lock Alice and she won't notice right away that he is hurt and her saying 'that probably isn't what they meant' instead of 'oh don't worry, you aren't like that' and not shutting it down, now accidentally making his mind reel with "Am I actually like that?? She didn't deny it"

And this resulting in him needing some air and this alone time giving them a moment to figure out what the frick just happened and Alice able to analyze it in her head and then hurry over to Norton and put to words what his mind can't yet cause she is quicker with the draw in putting stuff to words.

But getting them in a situation where they are both heard and reassured they are on each other's sides would give them an opportunity to hug and apologize for hurt feelings and lashing out.

The image of them holding each other and Norton is resting his head on top of hers as they talk

Alice: "I am sorry, I didn't realize you were looking for validation.." Norton: "that isn't on you...I didn't know that was what I was looking for and put you in a bad spot....I want to protect you not put you in sour positions..." Alice: "you're allowed to get your feelings hurt, even when its me that is accidently doing it.." Norton: "I'm sorry.."

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Now for Alice getting upset with Norton hmmmmmm

Ooooh her getting furious with him for keeping secrets from her about something that is hurting him or along those lines!

Like she had to leave for a month for a story and Norton couldn't go for some reason he made up but it was because he felt like something was wrong with him health wise and didn't want to slow her down.

So she doesn't find out until almost a month later that Norton has been sick for almost that entire time at home and didn't write a word about it in his letters to her. oooooh the pain she would feel ;;

Like she comes home like a half a week early and excited to show Norton only to find him in bed and his breathing sounds awful. This prompting her to drop everything and run to him feeling his fever and grabbing a cloth to wipe the sweat away from his face.

Alice: "how long have you been like this??" Norton: "not long..." Alice: "How long have you been sick????" Norton: "...what day did you leave...?"

Boi once she gets help and knows Norton is on the mend he is gonna get the tongue lashing of a LIFETIME

Just Alice SOBBING as she lays in bed next to him "how DARE you not tell me about this! You NEED to tell me these things so I can make a decision! You made the choice for me by not telling ME! How could you DO THIS to ME?? WHAT IF YOU DIED AND I WAS GONE??"

And Norton realizing he effed up on this one, just listens as she gets all this out. Once she is out of words, he turns on his side to face her and just pulls her into a tight hug and holds her to him

Norton: "I think it is safe to say....that we both agree that I did poorly this time.....I'm sorry.....I should have told you...and let you choose..." Alice: "promise me this won't happen again" -voice muffled cause her face is buried in his chest- Norton: "yea...I promise."

[quitealotofsodapop]

Diet peach soup would probably have the celestials and Marshalls get involved a lot sooner. Overpowered babies are not a good idea to leave unsupervised. As for Macaque, the lady bone demon is most likely going to just shove him onto the thrall, as his problem. Either to be raised as her soldier, or as a potential backup vessel.

Prev.

Yeeeaah the Stalwarts have to get involved sooner than later since their king is now in his terrible twos (again). They present themselves to Pigsy and Tang as village elders who want to help them in raising the boys, and introducing them to their culture. Pigsy was eh on the idea, but Tang was uber excited! Monkey demon culture lessons!

Peaches and MK honestly thought that the Stalwarts were their grandparents for a long time, especially since they didn't know Papa Tang's side of family and assumed he was a just patchy-furred monkey. XD

Nezha, checking in on Wukong: "Why do I sense two baby stone monkeys- WHAT THE SCALLOP!?"

Peaches still gets his school bestie in the form of "Nez", albeit from an earlier age. Nezha can risk a mini-god running around without a voice of reason. Moksa tags in on his younger bro's behalf + as a kindness to Guanyin, as a "cool older kid" watching out for the little monkeys. The -Zha brothers want to keep Sun Wukong's condition as much as a secret as possible from the rest of the Celestial Realm.

Erlang takes one third-eye-look at the situation and goes "Ah crap, I'm gonna have to be their mentor." Cue an Athena and Telemachus dynamic developing between Erlang and the boys once they lift the Staff. But for now, he's Babysitter Jian - the only kid Pigsy and Tang have ever seen feed, wash, and entertain the little monkeys without so much as a grumble. (Jian, shrugs: "I have little cousins.")

Even the Peach Maidens who attended the Orchard with Wukong long ago ensure that he and his little brother are well-watched - glamouring themselves as a gaggle of old ladies in their favourite park. Always ready to pinch cheeks, give fresh fruit treats, and tell the boys how big they're getting!

The Thrall is currently reforming his body after Wukong slapped him across the country for stealing the Stone Egg (aka unhatched MK) + forcing him to drink some nasty potion (Meng Po's soup), so he's not much help in raising de-aged macaques rn.

Macaque accidentally dodges LBD by being a slippery little guy! Falls and crawls through so many shadows that its hard to keep track of him from the Underworld. Lives rough on the street for some time before ending up in the hands of someone who would truly care about him.

Sandy: "Aww. You're an odd little kitten aren't ya?" De-Aged!Macaque: (*spitting and hissing at the giant with all his might, violently protecting the cat food he found. Is barely the size of a football*) Sandy, gently picks up cub: "Hey hey... I used to be an angry little guy too. I learned that when a lot of people are upset, they're really just scared about something that hard to explain." De-Aged!Macaque: (*angry grumbles as he's picked up! Presses ears against fish man's chest to drown out the sound of the city*) Sandy: "Are your ears at you, little buddy? I can see why. One, two three... six ears! Thats a lot of earmuffs." De-Aged!Macaque: (*grumbling gets quieter. Absent-mindedly sucks on his fingers.*) Sandy, conflicted: "I... I really should just bring you to a police station or something. But something tells me that you'll need someone in your corner who understands how messy life can be. If I can manage it, would you be ok staying here with me?" De-Aged!Macaque: (*uninterested squeak*) Sandy, smile forming: "I'll take that as an Okey-dokey. Now... how about a name? Your white fur is super shiny in the moonlight... how about Moon?" "Moon": (*tares up at his new guardian with big violet eyes, one is milky and possibly blind. Makes a curious chirrup at the name.*) Sandy, heart-warming smile: "I think thats a winner."

Little Moon is a curious little guy. Not only because of his ears (the fish man jokes that it's his son's axolotl-like gills), but from an early age Moon has had control over shadows.

It began as simple fascination with stage magic. Moon watched stage magicians preform their tricks of misdirection and illusion, and wanted to see if he could replicate it.

Sandy: (*makes a bunny shape in the shadow of a lamp*) Moon: (*excited cheep!*) Moon: (*manipulates shadows to make many bunnies!*) Sandy, surprised: "Oh!"

Sandy was worried that this power wasn't something that could be trained easily, and an incident where Mo disappeared into one of Moon's shadows for an afternoon (reappeared unharmed once the treat bag was shaken) prompted the fish man to try and find an outlet for his kid.

Thats how he met The Nine Tailed Vixen. The elderly huli jing was hosting a children's acting class at her theatre, and Sandy wondered if it would aid his son's creative drive. It turned out to be a blessing since the heavenly fox was quick to identify, and help Moon tame his wild magic.

(Jiuweihuli is so relieved to have her protégé safe and sound again. Sandy is a good man, and she's glad that her little shadow has found a kind papa.)

Sensing a hunch, the old fox contacted Nezha on whether there wer other de-aged little monkeys...

Peaches and Moon meet during one of the acting camps. At first they cannot believe their eyes.

On sight they feel as though they've known the other their entire lives and beyond.

At the end of the day's acting camp, a group of old friends reunite.

Pigsy, with MK in a sling: "Sandy!?" Sandy: "Pigsy!" Peaches & Moon, running to their respective parent: "Baba!" Pigsy & Sandy, both surprised: "Baba!? You?!" "Yeah!" "Since when?" "Since I found him on the street!" "Whoa. weird."

Peaches and Moon are hard to separate after that meeting. Even if acting camp didn't turn out well for the ginger monkey (stage fright activated), they rarely go more than a week without an excited play date or visit to the theatre.

DBK's gut reaction to the young monkey demon holding his sworn brother's staff is; "Did Sun Wukong have a child- wait. What in Yama's name happened to you!?" Peaches doesn't answer the question as he nearly passes out screaming. Moon is half-way across town wondering what's scared his bestie so bad.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

New Story time!

This one is dedicated to the ever so talented @cosmoshard, who made the rough sketch that inspired this piece in the first place,

also, this serves as some semi-revenge on her for making me cry on my birthday XD

This time, the story is focused the ARK siblings themselves, Shadow and Maria!

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“Are you almost done yet grandpa?” Maria impatiently rocked back and forth on her feet, earning a light wack on her head from a piece of paper. “Hey!”

“Hold still, Maria! Your back needs to be straight and still.” Gerald exclaimed, the marker he was holding nearly creating a mark on top of Maria’s head, taking a moment trying to rub the stain from her hair with his fingers.

Maria made a face at Gerald, moving her head away from his hands. “I am holding still, grandpa! I’m trying to make sure I’m getting taller!”

“Well, you’re not making it easier with you doing all this fidgeting.” He placed his hands and her shoulders to keep her still. “Now just keep still. And don’t stand on your toes either.”

The girl fought the urge to roll her eyes as her grandfather finally made a mark on the wall, drawing a straight line while she backed away, bouncing on her feet. “Ok, you’re all done.”

She looked among marks and lines from previous measuring sessions, seeing that the current one was hovering above the previous line.

She let out a gasp and started jumping up and down. “I grew! I got taller, grandpa! See, look at it!”

”Yes, yes I see it.” He gave a pat to her head, taking notes on his clipboard. He walked over to his desk with Maria following close behind him.

She moved in front of him while he continued to write. “I can’t believe the new line you drew was higher this time! How tall am I now?”

Gerald paused and lifted up one of the papers to read it. “Well, according to the results, you’ve grown…” He stopped mid sentence, a look of surprise. “Oh my, this is odd.”

Maria stopped her joyful skipping, sensing his change in tone. “What, what is it?”

”It says here that your height from this month is less than it was last month.” He hung his head down, sighing dramatically and placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m afraid that you're shrinking, my dear.”

His granddaughter’s face went from worried to annoyed in a second flat, pushing his hand away and rolling her eyes. “Grandpa….”

The man chuckled at her unamused expression. “I’m only teasing, you’ve grown about a total of 6 inches from last month. You’re about 4’3 now. Almost getting to 5 feet already.”

Maria’s face lit up and did a celebratory dance with some spinning involved, nearly bumping into Gerald in the process and tripping over her feet. He quickly caught her before she fell over, slinging an arm around her and pulling her close to his side.

”My goodness, I’ve never seen you so excited about something like this before, may I ask why?”

Wrapping her arms around him, she raised her head with a wide smile on her face. “Because! It’s the first time I’ve gotten this tall in awhile. You always told me that healthy kids grow big and tall whenever they eat their veggies and get enough sleep, it’s finally working for me!”

The smile on Gerald’s face faltered when she finished by hugging him tighter. Bless this child for keeping her hope high with a statement like this.

He always told her when she was younger that those things were important to do, eating as much healthy food to keep her immune system from failing, getting enough sleep so her body can get its rest, even those times where he told her not to tell lies otherwise her nose would grow long each time she did.

It made him grateful knowing that these little things were making a difference for her in her lonely life up here in the colony, even though it felt like it was wrong giving her such high expectations for her condition, since there was no cure for it but making her think that something like this is actually helping her illness when in reality it would barely make a dent in it overall broke his heart even more.

He forced a smile on his face and squeezed her back. “You're very right on that. I told you it would work out eventually.”

Maria beamed a wide smile, skipping towards the door. “Where are you heading off to?” Gerald called after her, making her nearly slip on the floor when she slowed herself down.

“I'm going tell him about it!”

“Who?”

“Shadow! He's been wondering if I was getting better, I gotta go and tell him before he gets worried!” She ran out of the room as soon as she finished, her pigtailed hair flying out wildly behind her as she disappeared before the doors even closed.

Gerald stood there in ear numbing silence, his hands clenched up into fists as those last words lasting through his ears like a forever frozen echo.

‘Wondering if I was getting better’....

A grim expression masked over his face. “Oh my child, if only it were as simple as that for you.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

[ire-as-iris]

What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

Pile 03

I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! XD I just read your fic "The Ebb and Flow of Love" and I fell in loooove! I just had to make a request too!

can I get miles 42 where he as a gf who is childish? Like she is into cartoons, anime, nerdy stuff and he is happy and loves her a lot until some jerk bullies her for how she is and miles gets all mad and ready to defend reader?

Love your works! keep it up!

Omg, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed that request and decided to place one of your own :)

The Prowler's Childish Companion

➥ summary: Miles loves his ray of sunshine girlfriend and he’d be damn if anyone rained on her parade.

➥ earth42 miles x reader

The sun slowly rose over earth 42, a planet teeming with diverse life and vibrant civilizations. Among its inhabitants was Miles, a young man known as the Prowler for his swift and agile movements. While his role as a guardian of justice often demanded focus and strength, Miles had a soft spot for someone who added a touch of whimsy to his life. Her name was (Y/N).

(Y/N) was a petite and lively girl who brought joy to those around her with her infectious laughter and childlike wonder. Her vibrant, rainbow-colored backpack matched her vibrant personality. She had a passion for all things cute and fantastical, including animes, cartoons, and cosplaying. Her room was adorned with posters of her favorite characters, and she had an extensive collection of plush toys that filled every available corner.

In the bustling halls of their high school, Miles observed (Y/N) skipping through the crowds, her backpack adorned with pins and keychains featuring characters from her favorite animes. She had a skip in her step and a sparkle in her eyes as she excitedly chatted with friends about the latest episodes and upcoming cosplay events. Miles couldn't help but smile at her infectious enthusiasm.

One sunny afternoon, during a break between classes, Miles decided to surprise (Y/N) with a special gift. He had noticed her admiring a Hello Kitty stuffed toy during a recent visit to a local mall. Knowing her love for all things cute and cuddly, he had carefully purchased the toy, intending to present it to her at the perfect moment.

As the school bell rang, signaling the end of another long day of learning, Miles discreetly slipped the stuffed Hello Kitty toy into his backpack. He made his way through the bustling hallways, searching for (Y/N) amongst the sea of students. Finally, he spotted her near her locker, engrossed in conversation with her friends.

Taking a deep breath, Miles approached (Y/N) with a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, cariña," he called out, his voice filled with playful anticipation. As she turned to face him, he revealed the stuffed toy, holding it out for her to see. "I saw this and thought of you. It reminded me of your love for all things cute. Happy early birthday!"

(Y/N)'s eyes widened with surprise, and a radiant smile spread across her face. She reached out eagerly, accepting the stuffed Hello Kitty toy with gratitude and awe. "Mi amor, you're amazing! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Miles couldn't help but feel a warm glow inside as he witnessed her sheer joy. It was moments like these that made their connection so special. He loved how (Y/N) embraced her passions unapologetically, and how her innocent spirit reminded him to find joy in the simple things.

As (Y/N) clutched her new Hello Kitty plushie with excitement, a mocking voice pierced the air, cutting through their joyful moment. "Ew! What are you, 5? What high schooler needs a toy?" The words were accompanied by cruel laughter from a group of students loitering nearby.

Miles felt a surge of protective anger wash over him, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the source of the derogatory comment. His heart raced, fueling a determination to stand up for (Y/N) and defend her against any negativity. With unwavering resolve, he took a step forward.

In a firm yet composed voice, Miles confronted the mocker, refusing to let their hurtful words go unanswered. "Hey asshat! It’s not about age or what someone 'needs.' It's about embracing what brings joy and happiness. (Y/N) has every right to enjoy things that make her smile, just like everyone else. So, if you have nothing kind to say, shut the fuck up before I come over there and make you keep your negativity to yourself by shoving it so far up your ass you’ll be breathing out every negative thought you have!”

A brief silence filled the hallway, as both friends and onlookers turned their attention to the confrontation unfolding before them. (Y/N) looked at Miles, her eyes shimmering with a mix of surprise and gratitude. She had always admired his strength and courage, but seeing him stand up for her in this way filled her heart with even more affection.

The mocker's face flushed with embarrassment, perhaps realizing the weight of their thoughtless comment. Their smirk faded as they muttered an insincere apology, mumbling something about not meaning any harm. The group of students dispersed, leaving Miles and (Y/N) standing there, the tension slowly dissipating.

Miles turned back to (Y/N), a reassuring smile gracing his lips. He reached out to gently squeeze her hand, silently conveying his support and unwavering commitment. (Y/N)'s eyes shimmered with a mixture of admiration and affection for the person who had defended her honor.

"Thank you, Miles," she whispered softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "It means a lot to me that you stood up for me. It shows how much you care."

Miles leaned closer, their foreheads lightly touching as he whispered, "Always, cariño. You bring so much joy and happiness to my life. No one should ever make you feel ashamed of that."

In that moment, amidst the bustling school hallway, the two of them found solace and strength in each other's presence. The incident had only deepened their bond, reminding them of the importance of standing up for what they believed in and supporting one another unconditionally.

As they continued on their path, hand in hand, Miles and (Y/N) knew that they would face challenges and encounters with negativity along the way. However, they were also armed with the knowledge that their love and shared enthusiasm would provide the resilience and courage needed to overcome any obstacles that lay ahead.

Together, they walked forward, their hearts filled with hope, determination, and a promise to create a world where everyone could freely embrace their passions and find happiness in the things that brought them joy. This was just the beginning of their journey, and they were ready to face it head-on, hand in hand, supporting each other every step of the way.

[moonspirit]

Reactions to Aruani baby ?!?

Chaotic, anon, chaotic xD

Armin would end up on the hospital bed next to Annie, honestly, hooked to at least 3 saline drips because he's crying so much and losing fluids. He's the only father to become an active patient in the pregnant women ward (record breaker for the most pathetic things, I'm telling you).

"Oh my god, Annie, look at her nose--that's-that's mine, and her hair is like yours, oh my god-" "Yes yes, now please stop crying for fucks' sake." "And she's a she!!! I told you it would be a girl! I told you--oh our beautiful, beautiful daughter-" "Armin. Stop. Crying. This. Instant." "A-and I'm a dad now, Annie--a *hic* a dad! A father! Me! I'm a father and she's my daught--" *machines start beeping wildly* "For fuck's sake he's going into cardiac arrest!"

Pieck is the very supportive other woman in the ward who actually knows what the fuck to do. She's seen babies before. Even looked after some. That's why when Annie's asleep and the baby's wide awake and on the verge of crying, Pieck brings out the fun games to keep baby engaged and occupied: 5D PSYCHOTIC MIND CHESS!

Connie's the morale man. Always with the good mood and great cheer. He's the bearer of no good, very bad, very terrible jokes. "Hey Annie." "?" "This means I'm technically the baby's uncle, right?" "... Sure, if you want." "Have you thought of a name yet?" "Nope." "Well... I've got a suggestion." "? Armin told me you're very bad with names and that I shouldn't listen to you." "What! That's rude! I thought of 'Denise'." "... oh. that's not half bad actually." "And then when you have another kid--a boy--, I've got a name for him too." "Really? What?" "Denephew."

(Pieck cackles so hard she ruptures a lung and ends up on the other hospital bed next to Armin).

Jean is lowkey extremely freaked out about the baby. Armin offers the baby for him to hold and he. is. freaked. out. This thing has legs!! Hands! A face! It's giggling at his hair! What! It's like a very small spider! A chubby spider! Oh... oh no, it's actually quite adorable... oh fuck, wait- how much money does he have? He should buy the baby a toy... or two... or seven... or twenty...

Reiner's already adopted the role of nanny/baby-sitter/governess what-have-you. He assures Aruani he's going to teach the baby how to read and write at the ripe age of 5 days old. He's HYPED. He's EXCITED! He's EMOTIONAL but HAPPY! This is his purpose in life! This is why he's alive! This is what Eren meant, by letting him survive! Once he sits down, coloring books and writing paper in hand, he forgets how to spell his own name in Old Eldian and then has a mental breakdown about it. (RIP marleyan language, you will haunt Reiner for the rest of eternity).

Levi doesn't care. Straight up doesn't care. That's why he has a catalogue from a high-end dressmaker hidden inside his coat pocket- because he doesn't care. No he hasn't circled the small pastel-blue baby-sized cravat. No he hasn't already put in five orders for very cute baby girl clothes and that's not the bill sticking out from his trouser pocket. Nope. He doesn't care. Babies? Tch.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

omg i loved your dark bam imagine!!! is there any way we get some more, like how he manipulates the media or her and ends up with her?? sorry i just love it so much and you’re literally so talented!! no rush in it! have a wonderful day/evening/night/morning idk just have a good ig ❤️❤️

Can’t Stand Losing You (Pt. 2)

Whatever was going on between Bam and you was impossible to make heads or tails of. He only seemed to complicate things for you further when he gives you a surprise over dinner.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Dark, Angst, Fluff)

3.3k Words

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, suggestive content, paparazzi, bribery, possessiveness, lying, kissing

An: Thank you sosososoos much for this request!!! You are so sweet thank you!! I am so happy that my fic captivated you so much! All of your love for my work means so much! <3 I felt like the conclusion of the original fic was a little vague, so I was so happy to expand on it more! I am a sucker for the dark stuff so keep those requests coming! XD (links to parts 1 and 3)

“Hey, is this, like- Star Magazine?” Bam feigned high pitched valley girl upspeak as he pressed the phone against his ear with his shoulder. “Mmhm. Yeah, so I’m at Venice Beach, right? And I see this guy- total dreamboat- and he’s with some chick, and I’m all like, ‘Who’s that?’” Bam thrummed his a against the wheel of his Hummer, parked about a block away from your house.

Summer was brutal in LA, and swimming was one of the better ways you could cool off. Usually, you and Bam blended in with all of the other ridiculously hot people that hung out there, so it wasn’t an issue. You would splash around and Bam would end up chasing seagulls or face planting into the wet sand hard enough that he was sneezing out sand for weeks. Relatively quiet stuff (by your standards).

This wouldn’t be the case for long. “So I go to get a better look and you’ll never guess who it is!” He grinned, hearing the operator lean back and say something to someone just out of reach of the receiver- they were sending people. The operator returned, eagerly listening, “Who did you see, miss?”

“Bam Margera!” Feigning the voice of an excitable female fan, he could audibly hear the guy sit up in his chair as he continued, “And he’s shirtless too! What a hunk!” Taking a second to collect himself, Bam continued with his act, “Yeah! And, like- I think he’s with some model lady too? I dunno…maybe she’s his girlfriend or something?”

Click.

☆彡

“Are dudes really wearing that kinda stuff nowadays?” You joked, peering at the cleft of Bam’s ass crack that showed over his low swim trunks. Never in your life had you seen anyone wear them that low. He shrugged as you walked through the parking lot, past a couple of vans parked right where the sand met asphalt, “What?” He was several shades lighter than the sand you popped your folding chairs onto, his limbs dappled in multicolored bruises from skating and stunts. He looked like a bad peach. Scoffing, you flicked your sunglasses open, replying to Jim in a jokingly sarcastic tone, “You’re practically exposing yourself, Bam. You are such a slut!” Bam sat down in the chair next to you, “Yeah, you’re one to talk.” Well he did have a point there- you weren’t exactly dressed conservatively yourself.

But you couldn’t help it. It was a perfect day, and you needed to get a tan for your next photoshoot for some swimwear company. Reaching into your tote bag, you grabbed the bottle of sun tan oil. The sparkly hibiscus flower on the clear bottle flaked pink glitter off into your hands as you poured some out, rubbing it onto your shoulders and back. From behind you, Bam watched you with fervor as you massaged it in. He chuckled suggestively, “You need some help with that?”

“Haha. Very funny!” You rolled your eyes, “I am more than capable of applying my own lotion, thank you.” Reclining in his seat, he chuckled, “Eh, was worth a shot.” Your eyes drifted along the sands, the sounds of the waves like silk over your ears. It was quiet, as usual, while you people-watched. Mom with her kids, some bitch from the Real World getting into a fight with her boyfriend, guy with a camera- typical stuff. And it seemed that that day, for once in a very long time, that everything was normal. You and Bam made fun of the surfers when they wiped out, he got fly-by shat on by a seagull, and everybody had a really great time.

Bam would have an especially good time a few hours after you left.

☆彡

The silver magazine rack creaked as Bam flipped through it, humming to himself. By now it was night, and the dim light from the dirty little corner store that he stopped in filtered out onto the street though the glass storefront. Tapping his foot impatiently on unswept floors, he scanned through the tabloids for anything with his face on it.

Jackpot! His eyes went wide as he snatched up the thin, papery tabloid. Bam flipped through it, his eyes scanning every page. And there you two were, a picture perfect celebrity couple. A damn sexy one too, he thought, eyeing your exposed skin. The bold, bright pink text screamed at him from the front page, “Just like Paradise! Bam Margera spotted with girlfriend Y/N at Venice Beach!”

Grabbing a candy bar, he got his purchases and had them rang up at the counter. Not even waiting to drive back to his hotel, he kicked his feet up and read by the light of the dashboard. “Hmm…” Furrowing his brow, he thought about slipping that camera guy a twenty next time to make sure he got more flattering photos of him.

★彡

With all the flashing lights and media people, you really felt like a big shot as you walked down the red carpet. All the guests at the premiere were all dressed up so nicely, in their dazzling dresses and fancy suits- and then there was Bam, who was always too good to dress up for anything, especially these kinds of things. It meant nothing, you reminded yourself, as he snaked his arm around you. You two were going together to mess with the media, that’s it. Sure, Bam bought your dress and shoes and made sure you looked like total eye candy when you were with him, but it would be just the same as when Steve and Chris make out on the red carpet- it’s just for fun.

“Hey Bam! Over here!” Some reporter lady with the most egregious hair to body ratio you had ever seen beckoned him over, sticking a microphone in his face. “Who are you with tonight?” His arm around your waist pulled you a little closer, feeling the purple velvet of your dress, “Well, this sweetheart right here is my girl, Y/N. Ain’t that right?” You giggled and smiled, playing the role of a smitten girlfriend well.

What did trip you up, however, was when Bam brought his face close to yours for what you thought was going to be a kiss. Instead, he planted two little pecks on your cheekbone, before licking a hot stripe up from your jaw to your temple. “Ah!” You couldn’t help from exclaiming in surprise as he snickered, the spit rapidly cooling on your face. The lady seemed shocked, but not as shocked as you were. And just as soon as that happened, you were whisked away to the next flock of people asking for photos of you two. You whispered to him, “I swear to god, Bam- if that makes me break out after this…”

☆彡

The premier was fun and all, but Bam decided that the movie sucked and you dipped halfway though. After sneaking pas the other guests, you silently ducked out a side door in the theater, walking down an alley that was illuminated only by floodlights. He looked you up and down, the look behind his eyes unclear due to the cool sunglasses-at-night look he was sporting, “You wanna get ‘somethin to eat?” You thought of what was nearby, not wanting to chance it with the paparazzi that seemed to follow you everywhere recently, “Yeah, maybe…do you have something in mind?” The grin he gave you after your question made you a little uneasy.

Your jaw dropped when you saw where he was taking you. It was one of those romantic, fancy restaurants with lighting so low you could barely see your plate while you were eating. “Bam! This is…you- you can’t get in here without a reservation six months in advance!” He just smirked in response, not hesitating as he squeezed past the crowd of expensively dressed people, leaving you to follow him like a lost puppy. Leaning against the lectern, he smirked expectantly at the Maitre D, “Reservation for Margera?”

“I’m sorry, sir. We don’t-“ Just out of your sight, Bam palmed a couple hundreds to the tuxedo clad man. He paused, thinking for a second before nodding. “Ah, yes! Come right with me, sir.” You gawked at the lavishly decorated restaurant as you walked, Bam’s hand around yours like he thought you couldn’t keep up with him on your own.

It was beautiful- really the kind of place he would pick. You could’ve sworn you were in the castle of some medieval vampire prince as you were seated on the second floor balcony, overlooking the large dining room. Gold candle light danced off of the crystal chandelier in the center of the room, complimenting the purple velvet that was everywhere, from the upholstery on the seats to the large, draping curtains over giant windows. Everything matched, from the dark stained wood of the tables to the black jackets of the servers and the cold, metal railings you were seated near.

☆彡

You listened to Bam as he animatedly told you about his trip to Vegas he just got back in from, “Yeah, it was crazy! I mean-“ He rolled up his sleeve, showing off his most recent tattoo in the low light, “I got this done by Kat Von D.” You leaned forward to get a batter look, squinting at the design. He smirked a little, your forehead almost touching his. His voice got a little softer as he continued, “After that, me and Dunn visited the AVN Expo- had a blast.”

“What’s that?” You sat back, picking idly at your food. He seemed a little surprised at the fact that you didn’t know, his voice returning to its normal register, “You know, the porno convention.” You raised your eyebrows, your eyes widening. He chuckled at your surprise, a glint in his eye, “Yeah! There's pretty much naked chicks everywhere there! If I’m being honest, I think that’d be a great j-“ His attention was turned to the waiter who was with glasses and a bottle of wine for who knows how long, “Oh, thanks.” As he bent down to pour them, Bam paid him no mind, his smirk audible in his voice. “Anyways, as I was saying, it is a hell of a good time. Maybe next year I could get you Ron Jeremy’s autograph.” You giggled a little as the waiter fled, “That would be great! I wish I could come with you!”

“What do you mean?” Bam asked, his tone shifting as he raised an eyebrow at you. You pressed your lips together, “I mean- I'm just usually pretty busy with work. It’s not like I could just take time off.” Chuckling, he leaned back in his seat, glass of wine in hand, “Oh, sure you can’t.You have the money to go wherever you want. I go to Finland, like- three times a year!” He took a sip of his Pinot Noir, “Why don’t you go to…the Caribbean or something?” Idly picking at your food, you replied matter of factly, “Well you know people in Finland. It’s not like I have buddies in the Caribbean. I can’t even get a day off until November!”

Reaching into his pocket, he wordlessly passed you a white envelope over the purple silk tablecloth. Your head tilted to the side as you took it, opening it with your well manicured nails. Bam had an air of coolness, watching you with steepled hands as your eyes went wide. To your shock, inside the envelope were two light blue plane tickets to Westchester, Pennsylvania. The flight was tomorrow. He smiled.

★彡

It seemed that no matter what time of year it was, Westchester was cold. Your LA blood wasn’t used to the chill, forcing you to shiver against Bam, the cab’s heat blasting on you two. “I can’t believe this…” You grumbled, pulling his coat that he gave you around you. The fur on the hood felt nice against the cold back of your neck as you seethed, “My boss is gonna kill me, Bam!” He tsked, affectionately pulling an arm around you. “Oh, shut up. You know you love this.” His voice had an endearing tone as he held you close enough that you could smell him- beer and cigarettes masked under the cologne he wore to impress you. You were too cold and tired to fight, instead opting to try and sap any warmth from him and the car's air vents until you got to your destination.

The windows were steamy by the time you arrived at what he dubbed Castle Bam. You were half awake, exhausted from the long flight while he grabbed not only his but your luggage, quickly scooping you up in his arms and shutting the car door with his foot. There was no doubt you were awake now. “Ah! Bam!” He cackled as he sprinted up the driveway and into the house carrying you.

Someone sitting on the black leather couch in the living room sat up when Bam called out to him, “Hey, Dunn!” You were unceremoniously dropped into the couch, with Bam still wearing his shit-eating grin, “Meet the princess of Castle Bam!” You rubbed your eyes looking up at the stranger across from you, “Mmhm. Hi.” Nodding, he put a hand out to you, “I’m Ryan, nice to see you. God- Bam’s been talking about you nonstop.” You shook his hand and smiled back. He seemed friendly and comparatively normal next to Bam who stared holed into the back of your head with a weird look in his eye. Tossing a handful of clothes at you, he swiftly left and went upstairs, presumably to his room.

“Put these on. I have somewhere to be tonight.”

☆彡

Bam smirked, leading you through a side entrance in the venue through a packed hallway. It felt like one of those things you shouldn’t be doing, but you did it anyway. “Y/N, this guy’s probably the coolest person you’ll ever meet.“ Giving a nod to one of the security guys, Bam led you up a set of stairs, squeezing past people, giving you the rundown.“His name’s Ville Valo, and his band’s called H.I.M. Got that all?” You nodded, trying to show that you were listening. He smiled, reaching a door at the top of the stairs, “Good. Now, don’t make an idiot’a yourself.”

From how much you heard Bam fangirling about these guys, they were kinda…underwhelming looking- you expected something a little bit more Sisters of Mercy. You walked into a room of maybe five guys, just sitting around, drinking beers and waiting to get called onstage. “Hey, Ville! What’s up, man?” He plopped down onto the little floral upholstered couch someone must’ve fished out of a dumpster next to maybe the most beautiful man you had seen in your life as he shot a nod to Bam. You were beaconed over, and you squeezed in between him and the arm of the couch, practically sitting on his lap.

From the far end of the couch, Ville leaned across to you, giving you a once over with half lidded eyes. “Pleasure to meet you” His voice was gentle, with an accent that was remarkably European (though you couldn’t place exactly where- you’re a model, not an encyclopedia). He gave you a lipsticked smile as Bam turned to you while you were distracted, taking your face in his tattooed hand and gripping it hard as he suddenly pressed his face against yours. Your eyes went wide as you felt his tongue against yours, freezing like a deer in headlights. This isn't something friends do. You couldn’t figure out where your mouth ended and his began until he pulled away from the mess of flesh with a cocky grin, “LA’s finest.”

He gave Ville one of those looks that say more than words ever could. Seemingly unphased with Bam devouring you like a lion eating a gazelle on the Savannah, he laughed a little and got up, pleasantly gesturing for you to follow him, “Here. I’ll show you backstage.” And he led you down the stairs and through all these corridors, Bam still holding you close the whole time like he was afraid you were going to float away. “And this,” Ville gestured to a door that was labeled as his dressing room, “is where it all happens.” He glanced back at you, making the kind of eye contact that insinuated things. This clearly displeased Bam, him shooting a look back at him. Ville just chuckled, but before anything rash happened, someone came and got the band to bring them out onstage.

☆彡

The dark, desolate car ride home after the show was underscored by the music playing from the stereo of Bam’s orange Hummer. He had 24 CDs and about 22 of them were H.I.M. The green numbers on the stereo blurred in your vision as you squinted, trying to tell the time. You could see that it ended with ‘Am’. Sighing, you closed your eyes and let your head hit the window as the music washed over your brain like river rocks, the singer going on about his “poison girl”, whatever that means. Behind the wheel, Bam smiled, glimpsing over at you from the dashboard light. So much had been going on, and you just needed to not think too hard for a little. And you got back to the castle and headed upstairs and before you could realize it you were in his bedroom. It wasn’t too bad- his black sheets felt so nice and the room was comfortably dim, exhaustion claiming you. Friends share beds all the time anyways.

But out of the corner of your eye, you spotted something hanging out from under his mattress. You thought to yourself- he was in the bathroom, so it wasn’t like he’d notice if you snooped a little. Quietly rolling off the bed, you bent down and wiggled out the pink, papery object. Your eyes went wide as you stared at it. It was one of those celebrity tabloids- with you on it. Perplexed, you lifted the mattress up more, wondering why in the hell he’d collect this kind of thing.

Oh god. Your heart dropped. There had to be at least twenty under there. Some were from before he even met you, and others were as recent as the previous week- just tucked away down there like prison contraband. Your mind was racing so fast that you didn’t even notice the sound of the bathroom door opening as Bam walked in- not until he leaned over you and put a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. Whipping your head around, you were face to face with the fabric of his gray pajama pants and the bare skin of his stomach, close enough that you could feel his soft skin on your eyelashes as you stared at his heartagram tattoo. You still clutched one of the tabloids in your hand as you panickedly looked up at him, gesturing to your findings. “What- what’s all this…?” He sighed, kneeling down to get eye level with you.

“Y/N- Y/N. Listen.” He took one of the magazines scattered on the floor into his hands, seeming earnest as he spoke, oddly calm, “I only buy this shit cause it’s funny. I mean- they say all this ridiculous shit about us!” Flipping through one of them, your eyes scanned the pages. Everything that was written about you was…oddly sweet, endearing even. Something seemed to click in your head. He liked you- he liked you. He was trying to impress you this whole time. Silently engrossed in what you were reading, you mused “Is it really that bad…?” Bam’s eyes flitted up to yours and you almost seemed to smile as you turned it over to read the cover, “Just like Paradise…Bam Margera spotted with girlfriend, Y/N, at Venice Beach.”

You were just barely- no, less than an inch away from each other as your eyes met his. And you kissed him and it felt good- so much better than that kiss before. It was soft and sweet, in a way neither of you were really expecting it to be.

[blushblushbear]

Hey! Sorry for bothering you, but I just had this idea for a headcanon and I had to share.

How do you think Volks, Scale and Cole would react to overhearing their S/O being all cute while talking about them and how much they love them? (feel free to ignore :])

this really is the low key, medium key, high key stalker trio right here lmao XD

Volks

I won't lie, he's sort of in disbelief

in a good way tho

his heart legit skipped a beat

he's shaking with excitement and trying and failing to fight back a smile

trying to play it cool but he's legit never been so happy and giddy in his life

usually people just like him for his brooding good looks and that's it

and tbh it's actually rare he hears a compliment on any of his other qualities ('I know I don't have many other good ones, okay...')

so when you not only notice them-- not only like them--- but you in fact love them???

and love him???

excuse him while he howls at the moon as he jumps over it

I think he legit had to go on a sprint through the forest afterwards to get out all his excited energy, he was so damn happy

doesn't say anything about it to you at all later

but you can't help but notice he's smiling a bit more warmly at you

and when you tell him you like his smile?

he can't help how red his face gets

good thing he doesn't have a tail anymore, it would make it too obvious with how much it'd be wagging

Scale

boy is SWOONING

he has never had his ear perked up so much in his life

he is engraving each word into his brain

and he's got the dopiest love sick smile

later he's very dreamy

thinking about you more and more with everything you said echoing in his mind

He probs tells you that he heard what you said

he does it shyly and with a rare flower he had to fight an ancient spirit for

but he only does so to tell you that he feels the same

and he's so lucky to have you

I think he has an extra spring in his back flips for like a month after this

Cole

He. Is. Shaking.

Violently so

his mind his racing, his palms are sweating, he can't stop smiling

he's holding himself, biting back laughter

he doesn't know how to process this level of ecstasy

and I think on some level he didn't even see this coming or even know what's going on

but anytime he thinks about what you said to try and analyze what's affecting him so much, he's in a state all over again

he definitely tells you, though it's a mix of an accident and also him not caring enough to hide it

you meet up with him and he's trying to keep his cool

but he can't help the little smile that betrays him

can already feel the wave of it all washing back over him

he's chuckling a bit

he's holding himself again

you ask him what's wrong and he just looks at you

hands gripping his shoulders, biting his lip as he tries not to laugh, eyes wide, grin creeping on his face, shaking

"I heard what you said earlier" he steps closer

"About how much you Love me," and closer

"All the little things you love about me," he grabs yous a little too tight, looking you deep in your eyes

"What have you done to me?"

[wishingstarinajar]

I can ask this question. what will happen if Rewind and Reverse succeed in resurrecting their brothers (as a non-canonical good ending), and what do they do next (especially Reverse)

Well hey hey, guess what? xD

It isn't a secret that Ghost gets revived someday but in a completely different way than Rewind was trying to during his journeys. I won't go into detail about the hows and whats because those are "spoilers" for both @underewind and @huntertalesau, and I (along with @stankychee) would like to tell this properly one day. What I can say is that it won't happen for a loooong time in Rewind's story and that it happens after he gave up on finding a way to save his universe and his brother's broken soul, and instead moved in with Snares in the Huntertales AU to continue living his life.

So in this case, Rewind will continue to live "happily ever after" in Huntertales (I mean, it's kind of a dangerous place to live in but that keeps things exciting I guess xD) along with his lover Snares and his revived brother Ghost.

Reverse on the other hand doesn't get this happy ending. If he somehow manages to revive his brother, his brother would rather turn himself into dust (and most probably also do it, as sad as it is). There is no happy ending for Reverse and I also won't humor it because, while his brother absolutely deserves it, Reverse does not. This sort of redemption/happy ending doesn't fit his story.

[colorful-white-ideas]

the anon is talking about BURN ALL MY LETTERS after party, the movie's writer's daughter is a huge fan of Bill, and she wanted to take a tiktok video with Bill, but Bill said no, them the writer made jokes there and said "Bill, my daughter wants a TT video and u said no to her?", then Bill laughed and replied yes, I'm shy 😂

It was on a Swedish podcast that the writer ( Alex Schulman ) talked about Bill, the English translation of that is on "billofourtime" Instagram page.

And you all, when Bill is happy, u don't like it and you say he's sad! Wtf is wrong with u?! Instead of being happy and excited about his new movie, and his comeback, you're like this? Maybe he was just tired or didn't have enough sleep! I'm not a sad person but most of the time I look down while doing interviews about my job or my life! I look sad everyday but I'm a really happy person! Stop saying he was sad cause u believed A was there and made him sad like what some haters like to believe. I know we hate A but comeon, u can't say he's sad while he was defensive smiling and enjoying his time! Also to that specific DELULU HATER that everyone hates... "THOSE VIDEOS OF BILL LAUGHTING WHILE RECORDING THEM WITH HIS PHONE ISN'T PR, NOR EDITED AND THEY'RE NOT CUT AT ALL! WHY CAN'T U SEE HIM HAPPY? AND U ALWAYS LIKE TO SAY HE'S SAD? CAUSE U HATE HIS PARTNER? BILL CAN'T ALWAYS BE SAD CAUSE OF HER. KEEP IT IN MIND, AFTER MANY YEARS HE'S LAUGHING, SHINING AND COMING BACK REALLY POWERFUL! ACCEPT IT, IF NOT, THEN YOU'RE A HATER OF BILL AND THEN LEAVE THE FANDOM AND GO RUIN OTHER FANDOMS. THANKS BYE 😮‍💨

Ok ok calm down I just didn't know 😂. Is all clear up now ... Honestly I would have asked just for a picture and not for video ??? But hey that's me.

Also I remember once lurking around the Sweden sub Reddit ( I think) someone made a post saying that this generation ( in Sweden) is more familiar and admire more Bill than with Alex or Gustaf. So it makes sense how excited that girl was to meet him xd

Now onto what the first anon said about people scrutinizing Bill even when he is looking happy and relaxed ... I agree completely.

Is like they can't conceive the idea of him being happy not even when he is clearly away from that dark cloud we all dislike.

He is doing great in this promotional season , as a fandom we haven't seen him like that in years ... Why not just enjoy it ? At this point I don't know what some people expect from him.

[eorzeashan]

Hey! I saw a post where you said Eight and Koth dated. *shocked* So I was wondering if you could do a post on Eight's love life 👀

Looks like everyone's got similar questions on their minds. XD @magicallulu7 Koth's relationship will be in the middle if you want to skip to it, but I've decided to summarize a few more to answer the full question (excluding the more questionable villains with which he's had dalliances with this time since I feel they've gotten enough spotlight). Without further ado....

Eight's (Not-So) Complicated Love Life:

Shara Jenn/Watcher 2

Shara, Shara, Shara. What agent doesn't share some sort of relationship with her, working or otherwise? For Eight, she might've been his first bout of feelings--feelings that he never acted on or acknowledged deeply enough, but ones that did make both of them realize that he admired her. She would've called it a compromise of a good agent. He would've pretended not to hear her. The thrilling part was that he was never ashamed or unabashed about his affection, and would never forget to show it to her either, whether in the workplace or somewhere more intimate. One could call him attached, but she knew better. Someone like Eight could never hold such a weakness, or so she falsely assumed. Perhaps the truth of it was too bitter a pill to swallow.

Time and time again, he's come at her request or her aid without really examining why; all he knows is that she's someone he always wants to look out for, the same way he does the Minister. Her and Keeper were Intelligence to him, and Intelligence was his family. He sold his soul to Jadus to keep her safe, even when she saw it as a betrayal of what she'd fought for, and that was the turning point in their relationship. Though Eight's care for her is unconditional and deeply loyal, the things they've left unsaid between each other--and themselves-- have slowly fractured the relationship they once had.

2. Koth Vortena

Excitement and a whirlwind romance sum up these two. Freshly out of carbonite and curious about Zakuulan culture, Koth was a whole new world to Eight, and the gentle, roguish touch that he'd seemed to been sorely lacking his whole life. The Alliance brought them closer together on more than one occasion, but it was the introduction of Koth being....Koth, a new element in a sea of familiar faces, that pulled Eight into his arms. It was sweet, young, fresh, and wide open. Things that being an agent just didn't ever bring to the table. People like Koth weren't a dime a dozen, and even rarer did they ever cross Eight's path. One could call him a bit shallow for gaining interest purely out of the need to gather intel on Zakuul from their resident Zakuulan, but it was done with genuine, honest intent from Eight. The smooching and cute pet names were....an unintended consequence of that.

In some ways, they were both innocent and a bit naive in certain ways to one another. Eight with his eccentric and antisocial habits, and Koth with his lack of exposure to others from other worlds. The other was a big adventure to them, and it showed, with the two often sneaking out to eat Zakuulan night market foods without notifying Alliance personnel. Though an unlikely pair at first glance, Eight's quiet nature contrasted strongly with Koth's vibrancy, and it was as they say: opposites attract. Koth loved him for his strength and bravery among other "adorable" traits that Eight denied existed, and Eight adored Koth's warmth and adventurous, open nature that seemed like everything he wasn't.

Alas, the latter sentiment spelled misfortune for the lovers, as Eight's hands grew bloodier from the war with Zakuul and their relationship began to feel the strain of it. Eight's thoughts that Koth came from another world entirely--a normal life with light and love and honesty--began to weigh him down heavily the more the fighting progressed, as he'd done nothing but kill his people and escalate the violence in service of the Alliance. Eight would never deny that he was a weapon made to kill, and that the world he hailed from was one that Koth and their relationship could not survive. He feared that Koth would see his true colors as unbending, bloodied steel made to cut down enemies and allies alike, and that Koth would reject him in disgust, as the Alliance had begun to. Day by day, their relationship descended into cold silence, as Eight slowly shut him out.

Koth tried to understand, pleaded for him to stay, that they could work it out together if he only let him help him--but Eight was not ready, and his heart trembled at the thought of such vulnerability. They left with incensed words and half-assed goodbyes that only left Koth with confused thoughts and dark emotions.

That's not to say their breakup ended their friendship entirely. Koth, to this day, retains his affections for Eight and calls him those silly petnames, if just to see the smile on his face again. Not being together hardly stops them from sharing the same close touch they had when they were and the occasional lingering glances, but hey, Koth is confident he doesn't need to be kissing Eight to show how much he cares. Just the way the world works, as he might say.

3. Rass Ordo

The newest in the line of Eight's love interests is the stunning Mandalorian, Rass. In some ways, he reminds Eight of Koth--playful and witty, with the addition of being a strong warrior, something an Echani such as he is privy to. Strength of character and heart are big factors when it comes to Eight's attraction, and it's just a bonus that he's quite nice on the eyes as well. Their relationship is still in the early budding stages, but they've shared more than a few moments in the heat of battle--or as they call it, the Echani and Mando love language.

Rass is attentive and sweet. Eight doesn't feel as if he has to hide anything from him, and their similar cultures makes him feel at home when he's by his side. Strangely enough, he feels compelled to fire back when the other flirts, like they're in one big battle dance with one another. Only time will tell where it takes them, and whether they're more than bursts of adrenaline in each other's veins.

[blazingkaialt]

GN! Reader x Any Autobot mech/guy [REPOST]

Fandom : Transformers

Series : Any

Warning : SFW // family friendly, wholesome, some teasing <3

Note(s) : I chose autobots because I want a peaceful interaction and decepticons ain't about chit chat xD they straight up kidnapping you / Y/N LOL (Might make it into a fic who knows LOL).

UPDATE: This is an old piece, but I tweaked it a bit so now it's even better >:3c °•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•◇°•

You were sitting in your room, reading an old novel up until you heard a sudden, but gentle tap on your window. You moved your head to the side to see who is it. " Hey Y/N! It's almost time for our trip! " he announced very enthusiastically. He was waiting for this trip for weeks! " What trip?  " you thought to yourself for a minute, but then it clicked and you remembered that you indeed planned a trip about a month ago. " Ohh, that trip! Of course I'm coming. " you said as you put your novel aside and went to take a shower and put on new clothes. He was very excitedly awaiting for you outside, but he tried to keep it cool. You stepped outside and locked the doors. " I'm here. " you said calmly as he opened a door for you to sit down on the passenger's seat. " Great! " he said as he turned on the engine and semi-quiet music. He was indeed excited, but not too much of course. After all it was but a short trip.

It was 20:40 (40 min past 8 PM) as he was still driving across the city. After thinking and staring through window for an hour, you decided striking a conversation with him. " Do you ever get tired after long driving?" You asked curiously, to which he replied, jokingly a bit " Well, you don't need to drive yourself, I'm giving you that real 'passenger princess/prince' treatment over here. ~ ". His response definitely made you chuckle a bit. He wasn't wrong there though. It's a big difference between being a driver and a passenger. After an hour or so of small talk, you decided to star gaze as it was dark enough to see the stars. After a long pause, he asked curiously " I noticed you like staring at stars frequently, is there a particular reason? " To which you responded with " Stars are beautiful, there's a vast amount of them, which allows me to relax a bit from real life worries. " you said with a faint, but a warm smile. " You know what's even more beautiful than that? Your adorable spaced out face with shiny eyes when you stargaze haha " he teased you a bit. " Stop it, you goofball. " you said giggling a bit with a warm smile on your face. This bastard had the confidence, that's for sure.

Part 1/2

[i-simp-stobotnik]

Day 4 Supernatural

For this prompt, I initially wanted to go with the classic werewolf Stone and vampire Robotnik, buuuuuut then I had a thought. Stone is, in my eyes, often viewed as Robotnik’s shadow. He doesn’t really participate in conversation, unless directly spoken to, and mainly quietly follows and makes sure Robotnik is safe and provides him with whatever he needs. Kinda like a ghost? So, welcome Ghost!Stone:

Killed in action, Stone now haunts a government research facility. One day, Robotnik’s main lab is moved there into a bigger space after a tactical accident. Stone is intrigued by this new-comer and he immediately becomes his favourite person to keep an eye on. He has been sooooo bored and lonely after years and years of only watching the usual government researchers trying to re-invent the wheel or something equally stupid.

Thus far, Stone has been a quiet ghost. He hasn’t interacted with his surroundings or anyone since he died. But he changes that in his excitement to see what Dr Robotnik gets up to. He does small things: moves a wrench Robotnik is trying to find somewhere he can see it, makes the outside corridor of the lab have a super ominous and distressing aura around it, so people don’t want to come in and disturb the doctor, and most importantly: he never lets the doctors coffee go cold.

Robotnik doesn’t realise he’s being haunted for quite a while. As a man of science he scoffs at the idea of anything supernatural, and so doesn’t believe in ghosts. Also, Stone does try to keep himself hidden at first, mostly out of habit, but then changes this when he wants to start talking and interacting with this curious doctor who is very quickly stealing his long-dead heart. One night the lab is attacked, and even though Stone realises the Dr is capable of taking care of himself, in his rage Stone manages to visually appear and kill one the attackers.

Robotnik of course calls bullshit, and blames lack of sleep combined with adrenalin for this "hallucination”, and Stone throws a tantrum. He wants to rail in Robotnik’s daft but brilliant head that “I’m here! I might be dead but I’m still here!”. So he does all the cliché ghost stuff. He rattles chains while the doctors trying to think, and slings his wrenches and hammers away from him when he reaches for them. Robotnik stubbornly ignores this, until he reaches a breaking point when all of the coffee he makes starts to instantly turn ice cold. As in, Robonik’s breath fogs up when he’s trying to take a sip, and he’s hit in the face by a solid block of coffee falling from the cup.

While Robotnik still suspects he’s under a prank by the FBI’s supernatural department (yes, the idiots have one of those) he thinks “fine, I’ll play your game” and goes steal one of their Ouija boards. This finally gives Stone the ability to have a proper conversation with the man, and he’s over the moon. Robotnik of course get’s the scare of his life when the Ouija board starts glowing purple and in fact an actual real-life (or death?) ghost appears. They start talking, Robotnik studies Stone, and comes up with ways Stone can always talk to him without an Ouija board and can follow him outside the government facility he’s been tied to all his death. Maybe one day Robotnik would build Stone a new body of sorts he could haunt and still sort of continue living but idk. This is as far as my brain rot has gone. I mean this is already 500+ words so hey, thanks if you made it this far! Are you ok? xD

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

The Spotlight is Nothing Without You

(Just a scene I thought of for the JP event that's going to drop in 3 days XD)

Grim was practically shaking from excitement. In just a few minutes, he was going to perform as the big star of the show. He could hear the audience on the other side of the curtain clapping and cheering for the current small act. It sounded like a full house, and he couldn't wait to receive their praises and applause.

Unbeknownst to him, the Prefect of Ramshackle was running for their life. Yuu had told Grim that they would be right back and he told them to hurry back ASAP, they were his assistant afterall. He didn't seem worried about what they might be doing, but Yuu didn't doubt he would freak out if they told him they were seeing if Fellow and Gidel were up to something. Yuu had been around enough schemers to recognize certain glints in the eyes, and they were sure Fellow had something awful planned.

Unfortunately, they were right. And now, they were fleeing from mind-controlled lackeys while simultaneously running to Grim to get him out of danger.

Cords and ribbons brushed against their upper arm or back every so often, pushing them to keep running (they couldn't go any faster than their current speed, sadly) and hoping that they wouldn't get caught. They passed countless halls where cheers and laughter errupted and delved in and out of hidden corridors crammed with stacked crates and forgotten decorations. They were taking the long way to the backstage area to loose the lackeys, but it was becoming increasingly clear that that wasn't going to happen. They tried calling for help, tried yelling the Leechs' names and Jack's name when they spotted familiar teal hair or white wolf ears, but their voice got drowned out by the sounds of merrymaking and jeers and whoops of bystanders. "Run, robber, run!" "Police, after them!"

Up a staircase and around some corners, Yuu felt relief when they spotted Grim. They took a deep breath in--

--and suddenly got yanked back.

A ribbon had snatched their arm and more wrapped around their limbs and mouth as they were dragged down a side hall. Yuu wildly thrashed around and their panic mounted the further they were from Grim. They were so close, they couldn't let their cat turn into a god damn puppet!

Yuu somehow managed to rip off the ribbon around their mouth. "GRIM! RUUUUN!" they yelled with all their might just before the ribbon replaced itself.

At the curtain's edge, Grim's ears twitched and he turned around. He could've sworn he heard something. Anyway, where was his henchman? It must almost be time for his debut--!

"Hey, you're on in 3 minutes!" It was one of the circus staff. "I can't wait to see what you do. A mage from the famous Night Raven College showcasing his skills for us is bound to be a treat."

"Hehe, by the end of tonight, you'll want me to stay!" Grim boasted.

The circus staff member smiled. "Oh, I hope so."

"By the way, have you seen my henchman around?"

"Henchman. . . ?"

"You know, the one with the same hat as me!"

"Ooohh! Yeah, they went with some others from your school to sit in the audience."

"They what?!" That didn't sound like them at all. He told them to come back ASAP, they knew he needed them--ahem, he needed an assistant. They would never abandone him at the drop of a hat!

He turned around. "Grrr. . . when I find my henchman--"

The words died in his throat. The staff member said something he didn't hear. At one of the side halls, the brim of a hat stuck out. He hurried over to investigate and was filled with dread to find that it was Yuu's hat. What was it doing here?

"Grim!" The staff member stood over him, a little fretful. "It's time for you to go on stage."

"I. . . I can't. I need to find my henchman."

"But I just told you they were in the audience. Come on, you can't leave them waiting."

Grim was suddenly frozen with indecision. On one hand, he didn't want to miss his debut and disappoint his henchman watching in the audience, but on the other, he had a really bad feeling and finding their hat here seemed proof of something amiss. Finally, he looked up at the staff member. Despite expressing concern, there was no actual care behind those eyes. In fact, there was something a little dark about them, like Jade's eyes when he and the others got roped into working for Azul.

He backed up before high-tailing it out of there, the staff member asking where he was going. "I have to find my henchman!"

"But you're the star!"

Something happened to his henchman and he needed to save them. Anyway, if he actually was throwing away his chance of being on center stage, it wouldn't matter if his henchman wasn't by his side.

[the-space-jesus]

♪ Rehearsal 8 & 9 ♪

The rest of the cast totally knows that I'm doing this (well, the two people that are on Tumblr XD) and definitely don't find it creepy that I post about our experiences on here.../j

Grouping these two rehearsals together because damn, it's been a while. I don't remember all that's happened because rehearsal 8 was TWO WEEKS AGO, and rehearsal 9 was a week ago. Well, if it isn't the passage of time.

Rehearsal 8

In the drama room once again, starting off with repeating the choreo for WTWN! Personally, I think we've perfected it. Now we just have to learn how to sing it...yaaaaayyyy...(before joining this musical I was always a theatre WITHOUT songs person so my singing isn't the best). The drama teacher was in the room like a good 90% of the rehearsal and I can now say, with pride, that our musical and choreo is Drama Teacher Approved™! He even gave us some tips about directing our energy to the audience and about the dancing. He was just messing around with the lights and stuff like 90% of our rehearsal, or reading his little documents. We also practiced the scene after Noel's Lament, where apparently I have to hold an accordion :'). Noel couldn't make it to this rehearsal so we used a chair in his place, problem solved! And every time that he had to say something one of us just said it.

Rehearsal 9

This rehearsal was also in the drama room, very fun. This time, I had brought my CRRRRRUUUUTCHES!! In our production, Ricky's crutches are called Captain Kirk and Yoda, to make more sense to our current audience. One problem though. I had nowhere to leave them the entire day! So guess what I did? I pretended that I genuinely needed crutches and had a broken leg. Of course, when somebody asked me if I had genuinely broken something I said "No, it's for theatre.", but I had multiple times where teachers and students would hold the door open for me! I didn't have the heart to tell them that I'm not actually injured hahaha...So, how did I go up the endless flights of stairs in our school? Simple. I lift my crutches or carry them in my hand and receive MULTIPLE side-eyes of different people.

When it was finally time for the rehearsal, I went with Ocean to her locker, because she got us all donuts!! Thank you Ocean. Then we had to go up some stairs to get to the main hall and the drama room, and per usual I lifted my crutches up so that I can walk up the stairs without falling to my demise, and a group of boys who just so happen to also be on said stairs start yelling like 'HEY!' and "FAKER!" and I was like 'They're not real, they're for our theatre play!' Keep in mind that I have never spoken these boys in my life. And they were like 'Yeah, sure.' in a really sarcastic tone, like genuinely why tf would I fake having crutches what advantages does this give me. But honestly I just thought this was really funny, a bunch of classmates were also like 'Why don't you just leave them somewhere' and I had to answer multiple times with a simple 'Because I felt like it!'.

Realization that this is becoming mostly focused on my crutches...but the rehearsal wasn't that interesting. We did the choreo for Fall Fair Suite again, this time with crutches. We also learned some new choreo for Noel's Lament, which I'm super excited to do, we haven't really got a hang of the choreo yet but I think it'll look awesome when we do. Fun fact that I don't think I've ever mentioned, we do not copy the choreo of any other production, we make our own! Of course it's loosely based on other people's choreo, but it is still unique. And badass.

That's all! I also have an extra long rehearsal today and tomorrow, so yay. (Wish me luck I did NOT study my lines for today or my choreo...)

-Ricky Potts🖖