#chapter revamp

[north-noire]

so, uh, i got confirmation that i'm on the spectrum recently so i drew this as a silly joke art ft. my sona, henry and charlie because i also headcanoned them to be on it long before i even got assessed

[princescar]

It's just-

Yasuke is SOOOOOOOOOO important to the overall plot and the themes of the series, to the point that he leaves behind a massive plothole in Different Mastermind AUs. It's just disheartening to see that people either don't know about him or significantly downplay his involvement.

His relationship with Junko, the core of Danganronpa, is so fucking amazing. The fact that he was one of the most important people to her, to the point that the only thing she's able to remember is how much she loves him, is such a refreshing take on her character when shes constantly portrayed as the evil force. That, even when she is the villain of dr0, we learn that she is capable of loving something other than despair.

His the only other peice we get of Junko's backstory that isn't from Mukuro (which has to be taken with a grain of salt since shes not telling full truths and was also in Fenrir for a good chunk). The sandcastle story gives us a look at a Junko who does something for the sake of another person, without planning on using them. He's probably the only character who's seen Junko grow up, who knows every step of her life. (Never specified when the met, just that he knew her when she went into elementary school (so prolly around 6yo). But Junko also lies that she was responsible for Matsuda's mom condition, and considering he is unsure to believe her implies that there is some plausibility, so who knows how long that was.)

ANYWAY

The fact that he is so ingrained into the two games is so UGH. Yasuke's the reason class 78 cant remember their past. Why Kyoko doesn't remember her talent. The foundation of the game is reliant on HIS research. And even the NWP, something he helped create, is how the second game is able to play out. (And possibly how Junko knew about it since she made AI Junko to be placed into it.) It's so important to the game that even drv3 had to incorporate it somehow into its games.

Just the amount of love she has for this fucker DRIVES ME CRAZY. To include parts of his life's research into her games, to use the same knife she killed him with to frame her biggest obstacles for her sister's death, to have fragments of your last days with him seeping out of your AI self (the notebook, and the two white noises during 2-6)??? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The fact, the fucking FACT, that he was the closest person to actually saving her?? Yasuke! Not Makoto, or hajime, or even her fucking twin. Mr."Shut the fuck up, old man".

But its also the point of no return for Junko. The minute Ryoko "died", all her goodness died. Yasuke could've easily agreed to Ryoko's pleas to forget about everything and go back to his lab. But he didn't. And that's where things were set.

He did so much for Junko, because he loved her.

[shilohhastings]

Adam wipes out the royal Morningstars and young Lucifer disappears when their palace is overrun. Years later, the Grand Duchess Sera offers a reward for Lucifer’s return. Two con-artists, Alastor and Rosie, planning to pawn off a phony, hold auditions and choose an orphan boy with a remarkable resemblance to the missing prince. They bring him to Heaven for the reward, not knowing he’s the real Lucifer. OR It’s an Anastasia AU. Crackfic plot taken seriously.

chapter 2: journey to the past

Lucifer searches for help at the old royal palace. And Alastor finds just the person he was looking for.

[saintrocklee]

*:･ﾟ✧ RESTRAINT ╰┈➤ part 01 of 05

masterlist | pairing: itachi x reader publish date: 03.28.24 warnings: itachi is annoying and reader is exasperated. you deserve a raise.

“Do you have any plans Saturday evening?”

The speed in which your head comes out from under your desk is record breaking. You'd been working in comfortable silence for over an hour and the sudden noise is startling. Reorganizing your workspace meant going through old files which led to you awkwardly retrieving some that had ended up on the floor — so you couldn't be certain that your boss was speaking to you. Surely there was a client in his office that somehow got past you, regardless of how late in the workday it was. Or maybe he was dealing with an unscheduled phone call. Or maybe the tightly wound man had finally cracked and was talking to himself.

Or maybe something came up and you'd both be sacrificing yet another weekend scrambling to get contracts fulfilled and signatures on the dotted line. The thought fills you with dread and you once again think about how unfortunate you were to be salaried.

You crane your neck to look into your boss' office and can't help but crinkle your forehead in confusion when you're met with an amused look. Both of the large glass doors to the space were propped open today and your employer was currently watching you with a slight curl to his lips. There was a file in his hands he'd no doubt been reading, partially obscuring the way his shirt had become un-tucked and wrinkled. His suit jacket was long gone and his sleeves were rolled up, making you wonder where exactly his cuff links were. He'd been wearing a rather expensive pair you bought for his birthday last year and if they were just sitting out getting scratched up by his glass desk you might strangle him with the tie that was loose around his neck. Which you also conveniently bought for him. Strands of dark hair were starting to come loose from the low ponytail he always wore, falling almost elegantly around his face.

It was completely unfair how effortlessly handsome Itachi Uchiha was. You'd almost be bold enough to call him pretty.

There's a pregnant, almost awkward pause as you continue to furrow your brow

“I’m not sure, I’ll have to check.”

You’re greeted with silence and a perfectly arched brow, him obviously wanting you to check now, and abandon your efforts of reorganization to stand and grab your phone. You're honestly dying to ask why he wanted to know but you’ll only be met with a bored look instead of an answer. Rolling your eyes to yourself while checking your calendar, you miss the way Itachi's mouth curls at your obvious annoyance with him.

A quick flip through your work and personal calendar confirm that you were completely free on Saturday. A rare occurrence.

Something told you that he already knew that.

“I’m free, why? Did Kakuzu finally get back to you?” You toss the words over your shoulder, snorting at the ridiculous email you’d just been sent by a newer business partner. They wanted what felt like twenty four hour access and at the level they were at, they might receive a quarterly sit down. You type out a professional and very sweet no to their request for a last minute meeting before turning and walking into Itachi’s office, flicking through the slew of emails you received since last checking.

Stopping right as you reach his desk, you glance down and immediately notice an extremely fancy envelope. It was thick and gold and shiny and very out of place in the otherwise grayscale office. You'd once said the space felt drained and lifeless, to which Itachi had responded with a comment that sounded like less distractions before handing you a heavy pile of client needs. The evil glint in his eye had been more than enough to warrant a barbed comeback of some sort but you'd rewarded him with a nod and a too-wide smile, already plotting petty revenge.

That entire following week you made sure to only use neon-colored post it notes you borrowed from the new girl downstairs to communicate with him; sticking them all over his computer, desk, and even his door. He never commented on it but you'd caught him glaring at a few neon pink post its and would sometimes hear the paper shredder working overtime.

To this day you still occasionally left him a colorful note when you thought he needed cheering up. Or when you felt like being obnoxious.

Itachi inclines his head toward the gaudy thing while barely looking away from the file in his hands, clearly not going to explain it or himself. Your lips curl to show your annoyance and you pick it up, noting how heavy it was. Further investigation shows that it was already opened and you pull out the glossy paper, eyes widening marginally.

It’s an invitation.

To a gala.

“Itachi ... what is this?” you ask, flipping it over. The date was scrawled on the back in elegant cursive, as well as the location and other impertinent details. Itachi's name is at the bottom, along with room for a plus one, and you blink when you recognize the logo stamped at the bottom.

It was an annual fundraising event frequented by artists, actors, CEOs, musicians — pretty much everyone rich and important that you could think of. This event could be described as the gathering of the year and it was something your boss routinely skipped. You’re almost positive you’ve already emailed the event coordinator to mark Itachi down as a no with some excuse you made up to keep up appearances. He hated events like these and pretty much had you automatically declining any and all invitations extended to him.

You lift your head back up and deadpan at the look he’s giving you. There's the barest hint of a smile on his face and his eyes betray the amusement he's feeling towards your apparent confusion. Itachi didn’t speak unless absolutely necessary which left you to interpret all of his subtle looks and the annoying twinkle in his eye spoke volumes.

It’s obviously for you his perfectly sculpted brow communicates and this time you make sure he sees you roll your eyes.

“You want me to go?”

His lips twitch as he hums, confirming your suspicions, and you blink.

“Are you going?” You question, frowning and tracing your fingers over the delicate raised writing. He made a sizeable donation every year — maybe there were expectations of an in person appearance now.

That still didn't explain your part in all of it.

Itachi’s eyes dance as he speaks, closing the file in his hands and turning his full attention to you.

“Yes. Your attendance is not required, but it is customary to bring a date to these sort of things.”

A breathless laugh escapes you.

“A date.” You repeat, falling back into one of the chairs that faced his desk, finally relaxing when you realized he wouldn't send you to the wolves alone. His amused look quickly morphs into the stereotypical Uchiha deadpan and you feel yourself smile, gearing up to tease him.

As attractive and charming and successful as your employer was, the assumption would be that he’d have no problem finding a woman to hang on his arm, especially for the social event of the year. The only issue was that Itachi was terrible with women. From what you could discern from your position it wasn't from lack of experience, you’re sure he could charm anyone with just a curl of his lips and a warm look, but simply because he despised most people he came into contact with. You’d never seen him date or even welcome advances from other women and now …

Now he was forced to ask his glorified receptionist to attend a glorified ball with him. Because who else would he ask? Who else did the impassive, monosyllabic man in front of you know?

It’s honestly funny. You snort and try to cover it up by clearing your throat.

“You’re having trouble ... finding a date.”

Legendary Uchiha eyes narrow at you in obvious displeasure and you hide your widening grin behind your hand.

“I’m sure there's a list of eligible women I can call to escort you.” You tease, knowing that if your boss was anyone else he’d roll his eyes at you.

Your offer wasn't a fabricated one though. Working this closely with the Itachi Uchiha over the years gave you connections you wouldn’t normally have and there were plenty of models and artists, even a couple of actresses, that you could call. No doubt they would immediately say yes at the chance to be escorted by him. You're already making a mental list when Itachi cuts off your train of thought with three words.

"I prefer you.”

The laughter in your belly fizzles out as you gawk at him. Surely you didn’t hear that right. You wait for him to take it back but Itachi doesn’t move. So, you sort of … freeze.

He said it so casually. Like it was obvious. There was a finality to it that left absolutely no room for discussion. He sounded like he meant it.

A curious ringing starts to buzz in your ears as you swallow dryly in surprise. You can only blink and scramble for any kind of response while your chest stutters in muted confusion.

This was dangerous.

Bottomless black eyes hold yours with an intensity you’re not used to receiving, keeping you pinned to your seat. The message there is clear. You weren’t a last minute choice, you were the choice.

You’re not quite sure what to do with that information.

“Be ready by eight o’clock.” He says in response to your stunned silence, face softening and eyes starting to once again sparkle with amusement. It’s rare, that he’s able to stun you like this, and your jaw ticks.

This was very dangerous.

"I didn't even say I was going."

The office plunges into tense silence and a part of you is already scolding yourself for not just accepting the damn invite and moving on. There's something unspoken hanging between you two now and a line you've tried very hard not to think about begins to materialize in front of you. It's a line you've seen before and every time it appears you seem just a little bit closer to it. This time it feels magnetic but you remain stubborn and ignore the pull entirely. The other part of you, the prouder part that enjoys hiding Itachi's tie clips whenever he forgot to tell you about meetings, the part that is typically infuriated with the man in front of you, wants you to dig your heels in. If he wanted something, he could ask. Until then you would stay where you were and continue on, business as usual.

Safer. This was safer.

Only now the silence was going from tense to uncomfortable. You could refuse him — this wasn't something for work. This was, at its core, a social gathering that for some reason Itachi felt compelled to go to this year.

With you.

As his date.

Not as his office manager. Not as his scheduler. Not as his secretary. Not as his assistant.

His date.

There were implications that went along with it that you were trying extremely hard to ignore. You weren’t like the other women in the office with superficial crushes. You wouldn’t go there. You couldn’t go there.

But he was asking.

This shouldn’t be causing you so much stress. Work was work and when something showed up on your schedule, you went. When conferences and mergers came up, you went.

But this was something else entirely.

And he was asking.

The proud part of you finally wilts and you look away with a long suffering sigh.

"Fine."

You're rewarded with a snort and when you snap your head back Itachi is already back to reading the file in his hands, signaling that this conversation was over. You're half tempted to throw the invitation, gaudy envelope included for maximum impact, at his head but instead stand to go put it in your purse.

Itachi glances up when he's sure your back is fully turned to watch you leave his office. You��d worn a pair of slacks that were climbing to the top of his list of favorites and admires the view you offer while mulling over what had just transpired. You'd given in almost too easily and his pulse jumps at the implication. He expected you to ask for something in return, to tease and poke at him, maybe even flat out refuse — and you exceeded his expectations by accepting rather quickly.

Charming, he thinks to himself as you go back to painstakingly reorganizing your desk. The way your mouth had parted and your pupils had blown when he'd told you why he chose you to attend this godforsaken gala with him had been charming. Endearing. Teeth achingly adorable. He savored moments like those, moments where he could bully past the professional and sarcastic buffer you put up. As much as Itachi enjoyed the banter you both had developed over the years, there was something infinitely more satisfying about the raw moments shared between you two. He knows he's gearing up to cross a line that wasn't meant to be crossed between a superior and their employee but he finds himself selfishly wanting more. He's almost certain you feel the same.

Almost.

Regardless, doing nothing had proven to be useless. You two had become close over the years and he could no longer deny his feelings for you. He couldn't smother the burn in his chest whenever you got too close to whisper something in his ear or slid him a ridiculous note during a presentation. Itachi couldn't fight off the weightless feeling that came with you falling asleep on his shoulder at the airport while waiting for the red-eye. He couldn't stop himself from brushing against you as you walked to lunch, couldn't help but pin his partners with a look when they paid a little too much attention to you, couldn't restrain himself from purposefully getting on your nerves so you'd roll your pretty eyes at him or reward him with a exasperated lecture. Time and time again Itachi found himself helplessly being pulled into your orbit and selfishly wants you to feel as he does. To burn like he does.

Distantly Itachi can hear Kisame calling him a spoiled brat and can't help but curl his lips. In regards to you and you alone, Itachi would begrudgingly agree with his best friend's assessment.

You spoiled him with your time, your hard work, your attention. The sweets you kept in your desk for him, the way you juggled his life almost effortlessly, the way you made sure to have his favorite tea stocked at all times. The way your eyes would sparkle when you'd use glitter pens to write in his personal planner, the way you always anticipated his needs, the way you were always there for him.

Itachi owes you a great deal, personal feelings aside, and this weekend would be the first of many occasions he plans to repay you.

All you needed to do was keep saying yes. He's almost certain you will.

Once you fully agreed, once you knew the extent of his feelings for you and accepted them, once you finally let the barrier come down and crossed the line with him, Itachi's restraint would give out and he would give in to everything he's felt from the moment he realized you were more than just another nameless employee at his company.

You just needed to keep saying yes.

[thingsthatbleedfic]

been updating the fic's art and CSS, you might want to check the fic again to see what i've been up to :)

[jade-green-butterfly]

This week, I've recently watched Dawko's (and a few others') gameplay of Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 and ooh, boy...😱I don't wanna give away spoilers but let's just say, it was one hell of a dark yet emotional rollercoaster ride...🥺 My heart strings were tugged once again and I really felt for the new guy, 'Doey The Doughman' - who's become a new fave of mine on my Poppy Playtime list!🩵💛🎩🧡❤️He wasn't bad at all once you knew his story and intentions...HE DESERVED BETTER!!😭

It all got me inspired to revamp my Smiling Critter OC, DeerDelight's Bigger Body and I have to say, it looks even better than the first take on her Bigger Body design!✨ It has been a while since I did anything DeerDelight or Smiling Critter-related, plus her Bigger Body form needed an upgrade and I am loving it~!🥰 I also can see in my stories for Chapter 4 that DeerDelight's past-self (formerly know as 'Jessica Milford') knew two of Doey's past-selves in Playcare back in the day (along with the other kids assigned to the Bigger Bodies Initiative) and I can see her the only one really brave enough to approach Kevin (a.k.a 1322B) and manage to calm him down most of the time, seeming she was the only one who truly understood him, making him secretly develop a soft spot for her. Years later, after being sadly separated from DogDay (Bigger Body) and presumably losing him, a devastated and heartbroken DeerDelight is advised to quickly find Safe Haven for extra protection, where she is thankfully found and welcomed there. Doey took her under his wing, becoming DeerDelight's new influence of guidance and being there for her the most, yet secretly hoping he could fill the void - that secret yet resurfacing soft spot which he felt for her in the past, growing stronger, despite DogDay still being fresh on DeerDelight's mind...

Gosh, I wrote more than I expected to...again, hehe!🤭Hope you all like, my lovelies~💕🫂Do enjoy!😊👍🏻xoxo.

*~Reblogs are also deeply appreciated as well, so please do reblog as well as like! Thank-you kindly!~*

Poppy Playtime (c) Mob Entertainment DeerDelight (Bigger Body) (c) @jade-green-butterfly (Me~!)

[gradelstuff]

The Tomura volume redraws resembles the atmosphere during Toga's final moments. They're dying, but at least they're leaving after getting some semblance of "peace" in their final moments

I still hate that they died, (I will always hate this decision), but at least they died without as many regrets - supposedly. There’s just something about Tomura and Toga getting preventable but “peaceful” deaths that will forever unsettle me.

However, with these updated Tomura panels in the volume, I kinda hope it means that Dabi will get something new in the last hellish Todoroki chapter.

Because if not, this will be the last time we see Dabi before he dies in the timeskip:

I hate it. I used to think it was """fine""" because at least his fate was vague in the final chapter, but knowing that he does die ruins this scene more for me. I don't want to think that Tomura and Toga got these """peaceful""" deaths, while Dabi is instead forced to live out his remaining time inside a prison coffin so Endeavor can feel better about himself

So, I do hope that Dabi gets something new too. Maybe a flashback or imagery of him with his family or the League, or just SOMETHING to show that he also found that "moment of peace" like Tomura and Toga did before they left.

Otherwise Dabi really did get the worst death in my opinion. It's probably for the best that he did die in the end (knowing how this series is), but it's still upsetting for me

yet another reason nobody in the League should've died, ough ..

[pepperpottes]

ik this has been posted a million times but bless people who comment on ao3

I fell into another slump and haven’t touched a fic since before Christmas, and I was thinking “oh well I guess the fixation ended, time to go on another 7 year hiatus”

but someone just commented on my Extremis!pepper fic (yk, the one I was gonna scrap because the lack of any engagement was lowkey embarrassing) and it just brightened my so far very shitty day so much that I might just open the doc again and keep going

a little comment goes a long way, folks.

[elysias-realm]

gang i miss my wife…

… am i going to script a new dr for him ? no. but i still miss him

[inkymoonbunny]

A year after the fall of the Elderbrain, the tiefling vampire Astarion seeks to walk in the sun once more. His quest leads him to break into the vault of a powerful wizard, finding not some fabled artifact to steal, but a woman branded by an Infernal curse. Flare is used to devils stealing what they want; her body has been a bargaining chip for her master's deals when he wasn't busy experimenting with her blood. Despite his appearance, Astarion proves he's nothing like her tormentors. He spirits her away to live with him and the druid Halsin while his companions hunt through Avernus for the incubus that marked her. Astarion kindles desire within her, but her upbringing has taught her pleasure is never without pain. Astarion knows the path to healing is a long and difficult one, that the terrors of the past creep back.  Together, they explore intimacy, the tenderness and gentle touch that they were once forbidden from. 

A slow burn romance between two souls once broken, featuring tiefling Astarion and many batstarion cuddles.

Read on AO3

Header & footer by love of my life @xxnashiraxx , check out her BG3 isekai fic With Stars to Fill My Dream for an even steamier Astarion romance 😘

[retellingthehobbit]

New character design turnarounds! I may post the turnarounds of my previous older designs later :3.

[onceinawhilemoon]

not FW reusing that police clerk's model for young mycroft im rolling

[baconcolacan]

do u think you’d ever write a new fic or just continue writing the ones you’ve already started?

Stay AU is bound to get a fic (series) in the future, I just really have to close the chapter on Regimen

[filosofieke]

Dude insists on being a writer’s block

[keykidpilipili]

The secret to surviving KH hiatuses is to become entangled in your own KH project web that takes years to complete. Along the way you grow accustomed to the despair and delays of creation. <3

[digo3d]

Askie time! Any HCs of your own (for your fanfics etc) on how T.C., Chooch and Spook first met?

Yes ah dew 💅

When T.C. and Chooch first met they were in their early teens and it was at a train station with Benny, where Chooch saved the two from getting hit by a train (because that was his job at the time was specifically to stop people from getting creamed and he needed money for his sick mother) and T.C. offered him a position in the gang where he could make more money and also wouldn't have to risk getting hit by trains all day. Chooch accepted and bada bing bada boom ya got lunch

Spook was a lot more jaded when he first met T.C. and was a lot more of a loner as well. I know that for sure at least, I'm still trying to think of a backstory for him that's not exactly the same as the one I gave him in my other AU (Hoagy's Alley) but either way when T.C. found him he was aggressive and pretty clearly on something but T.C. offered him a position anyway because he realized he needed someone in the gang who could actually fight/a 'the muscle' guy and also out of sympathy because clearly the man was struggling and needed a support system of any kind. Spook surprisingly took the offer but had a hard time making up a reason as to why so he wouldn't have to admit that he just wanted real companionship. Initially Spook and T.C. really didn't get along very well and Spook would disobey him almost constantly. However eventually enough of Spook's tough guy facade wore off so that T.C. could actually get through to him.

Yeah that's pretty much it 💃