#do you guys like the wonky sparkles

[strawberri-draws]

me! (+marion berry the red panda) <3 anyways would you guys believe me if I said my favorite color wasn't pink

[writers-potion]

International Slang, Slang, Slang!

I'm sharing this list of slang in different languages (English, British English, French, Spanish, Italian, Japanese, Malaysian, Russian, Hindi) to use for dialogue:

English Slang

LOL = laugh out loud

OMG = oh my god

Noob = newbie

LMAO = laught my ass off

SFW = Safe work work

HMB = hit me back

XOXO = hugs and kisses

Txt = text

msg = message

cuz = because

kinda = kind of

outta = out of

'bout = about

C'mon = come on

'em = them

lil = little

lotsa = lots of

nope/nah = no

wanna = want to

dunno = don't know

lemme = let me

TBH = to be honest

gotcha = have got you

jack around = waste time

jillion = an immense number

nuke = destroy, delete

bushed = extremely tired

fab = fabulous

chicken = coward

grabbers = hands

grub = food

vanilla = plain

peanuts = very little money

British English Slang

skive = lazy or avoid doing something

knackered = tired

nicked = stolen

bugger = jerk

zed = equivalent to zzzzzz

nosh = food

dog's bollocks = awesome

bog roll = toliet paper

nutter = crazy person

punter = customer/prostitute's client

fiver = 5 euros

toff = upper class person

taking the piss = screwing around

pissed = drunk

wonky = not right

gutted = devastated

Tosser = idiot

Cock-up = screw up

Bloody = damn

Wanker = idiot

Fancy = like

Lost the plot = gone crazy

Kip = sleep or nap

Bee's knees = awesome

Dodgy = suspicious

Wicked = cool!

Know your onions = knowledgeable

Chuffed = proud

Bespoke = custom made

Give you a bell = call you

Hoover = vacuum

Tad = little bit

French Slang

Spanish Slang

Tu (me) fair chier) = (literally: you make me

shit) You are pissing me off

Ca me saoule = I'm sick of this

J'en ai ras le cul = I'm sick of this

Fringues = clothes

Grailler = to buy/steal/take/eat

Crever = to die

Crevant = exhausting

Gerber = to throw up

Defonce = stoned

Glander = to procrastinate/to do nothing/to

lay around

Va craver = go die

J'ai la dalle = I'm hungry

Avoir la flemme = not wanting to do

something

Japanese Slang

Tio = dude or guy

Guay = cool/great

Currar = to work

Fome = boring

Value = okay or sure

Colega = buddy or friend

Pasta = moneu

Majo = nice or friendly

Flipar = to be shocked

Bocachancla = gossip

Raro - weird

Papear = to eat

Resaca = hangover

Plomazo = boring

Loco = crazy

Chafa = Lame

Baka (ばか) = Stupid or idiot.

Bucchake (ぶっちゃけ) = To be honest or frank.

Chiruru (チルる) = To chill or relax.

Chō (超) = Very.

Dame (だめ) = No good or not allowed.

Dasai (ダサい) = Uncool or out of style.

Disuru (ディスる) = To disrespect or talk down about someone.

Egui (えぐい) = Awesome or incredible.

Gachi (ガチ) = Serious or real.

Ganba (がんば) = A short version of “ganbatte,” meaning “do your best” or “good luck.”

Guguru (ググる) = To Google something.

Gyaru (ギャル) = A fashion-conscious young lady with tanned skin and long nails.

Honto (ほんと ) = Really or for real.

Ii kanji (いい感じ) = To have a good vibe or feeling about something.

JK = High school girl.

Kimoi (キモい) = Creepy or gross.

Kira kira (キラキラ) = Sparkling, cute, or beautiful.

Kireru (キレる) = To snap or lose your temper.

Maji (マジ) = Seriously or really.

Moteru (モテる) = To be popular or attractive.

Mukatsuku (むかつく) = To be irritated.

Nampa (ナンパ) = To chat or pick someone up.

Sugoi (すごい) = Amazing or incredible.

Uzai (うざい) = Another word for annoying.

Wakannai (わかんない) = I don’t know.

Yabai (ヤバい) = Anything from “awesome” to “oh no.”

Russian Slang

Долбоеб (dolboyob_) = Fool, Idiot

Иди на хуй (idi na hui) = F*ck yourself

Сволочь (svo lach’) = Trash, Scum, Jerk

Жопа (zho pa) = Brat (typically used towards children)

Гавно (gav no) = Sh!t (used more when speaking to yourself rather than to insult someone)

лох (loh) = Stupid, Idiot, Sucker

Гандон (gan don) = Condom (Whilst calling someone a condom in English is just not a thing, it’s quite common in Russia. Used to refer to someone weak or just plain irritating)

Чушь собачья (chush’ sobach’ya) = Bullsh!tter

Malaysian Slang

Трахни тебя (trakhni tebya) = F*ck You

Ти дегхенераат (ti degheneraat) = You’re a degenerate

Отыебис от меныа! (otyebis ot menya!) = Move your ass / Get the f*ck away

чертовски дно (chertovski dno) = F*cking bottom (would be used when referring to hitting rock bottom.)

Bo jio = use when referring to friend who didn't invite them to a gathering (e.g. 'why you bo jio?)

Ýum cha = hang out over drinks or food at local coffee shops

belanja = I got you covered

Potong Stim = killjoy

Boss = waiters refer to their cusomters as boss, and customers call out for waiters using the same term!

Tapau/Bungkus = take-away

Ang Moh/Mat Salleh = "Western foreigners"

Kantoi = being cuaght red handed

Paiseh = shy or embarrased

Walao Eh! = brother

Macha = good friends (equivalent to "fam" in English)

Alamak! = shock, surprise, or frustration (punctuate with 'face palm' for dramatic effect)

Lah = This one really has no meaning, used to add "emphasis" and "flavor" to sentences. It is rather addictive...

Kawan baik = best friend

Jom = let's (inviting someone to do something together)

Best gila = crazy good, crazy fine (like "amazing!" in English)

Kantoi = busted

Fuyoh = WOW or OMG

Cincai = whatever

Italian Slang

Ma Dai = come on, imagine, stop it (express surprise, amazement)

Chi Se Ne Frega? = Who cares?

Scialla = stay calm

In Bocca Al Lupo = Good luck

Come Il Cacio Sui Maccheroni = like sheep's milk for the macaroni

Come Te La Passi = How is it going?

Trescare – Have a flirt

Camomillarsi – Calm down

Sbalconato – Be out of your mind

Incicognarsi – Get pregnant

Citofonarsi – Call someone by surname

Tirare tardi – To be late

Inciucio – Intrigue, a cheat, a mess

Un carnaio – Many people together in the same place

Abbioccarsi – falling asleep unexpectedly

Bordello – Problematic, confusing, and chaotic situation

Fottìo – Something that has happened or occurs in large quantities

Svalvolare – Loss of control

Rosicare – To be envious of something

Scazzato – A state of mind of malaise

Che pizza – a boring or bad thing

Sbroccare o sclerare – Getting angry and making a scene

Raga – Guys

Tranqui – abbreviation of the word “calm,” it means to stay calm

Che Figata – Cool

Meno male! – Luckily or thank goodness

Che schifo – How disgusting

Vivere alla giornata – Live in the moment

Pisolino – An Italian slang word that means “afternoon nap”

Hindi Slang

Yaar = Friend, used at the end of sentences for casual social interactions (including shopkeepers/autorickshaw drivers)

Achcha = good/okay/really?

Thik Hain = okay (+ head nod)

Arre = hey (with a higher tone = surprise, lower tone = exasperation)

Bas = that's it

Chakkar = dizziness

Funda = fundamentals

Ghanta = Yeah right

Jugaad = hack

Bakwaas = nonsense

Chalega = That will do

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day twenty six

prompt: pumpkin pairing: charles/oscar word count: 500w

Oscar’s not really sure how he got roped into this. Something about Lando’s big pleading eyes and pouty lip, probably. Oscar needs to have a talk with him soon about how he can’t just whip those out whenever he wants to get Oscar to do whatever he wants.

Like joining the town’s yearly pumpkin carving festival, for example.

It’s not even like Lando needs him here. He’s fluttered off to ooh and aah over what Carlos is creating roughly three seconds after they got here, leaving Oscar to work on his pumpkin alone.

Which, all things considered, is not going great. The emptying part was pretty easy, albeit not being the most fun, but now he’s gotten to the actual carving and that’s. Harder.

He’s drawn out a design, a wonky looking smiley, and is just about to call it a day, when the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen wanders over to him. “That is a bit sad, no?” He says, leaning close to inspect Oscar’s pumpkin.

“Uh,” Oscar says, because. Well. It’s rude, but he’s also not wrong. “Thanks?”

“Here, let me help you,” he takes the sharpy from Oscar’s hand, wipes off the previous design. “You will want the mouth to curve up more, like this, and then the teeth here, and the eyes… Voila.” Once he’s finished, there’s a decent looking, yet still simple smiley in place of Oscar’s earlier abomination. It’s… not bad. It’s pretty good actually.

“Thank you,” he says. “That’s. That’s actually better.”

“I know,” the guy says, beaming. “I am Charles, by the way.”

“Oscar,” he says, shaking the guy’s hand. He really is stupidly pretty, messy dark hair hidden behind a bandana, big sparkling eyes, an easy smile. “You like an expert at this stuff?”

Charles shakes his head. “I came here with my friend, Carlos, but he is, well. Occupied.” He gestures to where Carlos and Lando are practically all over each other.

“Yeah, same,” Oscar says. “The other one I mean, Lando. That’s mine. My friend, I mean, not like. He’s my friend. There is no uh. Mine. Boyfriend, I mean.”

Charles raises an eyebrow. A ridiculously stupidly pretty eyebrow. “Good to know.”

“Yeah,” Oscar says. “Well, thanks. I’ll go back to,” he gestures at his pumpkin.

Charles observes him for a few seconds. “You know what? Why don’t I go get my pumpkin and we will do it together. I will need to make sure you bring my creative vision to live, of course.”

“Of course,” Oscar parrots, watches Charles saunter back to his own work station to grab his pumpkin.

Maybe, just maybe, this day wasn’t a complete waste of time after all.

[thesparklingwriter]

just one drink

"...the night I met you, the stars were like, totally wonky."

tags: pet names, gn!reader, established relationship, reader is drunk, zhongli is doing his best not to laugh (another repost sorry guys)

content warning: alcohol

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It was just one drink. Or maybe it was two. In all honesty, you can’t really remember. You don’t drink very often, maybe once a year, once every two years if the situation so calls for it. But that also lends itself to a ridiculously low alcohol tolerance. So low, that in fact, one drink already has you stumbling around like a crazy person.

At first, Zhongli finds it amusing, the way you giggle so sweetly at everything he says, the way you run your hands through his hair with giddy laughter. You kiss his cheek, not caring about the fact that the rest of the dinner table-which consists of archons and adepti who have all had years to cultivate their alcohol tolerance-are watching you.

And then, the hyper giggling dissipates and you slump against him, resting your head against his shoulder as you think about the state of your life as it stands. Zhongli asks if you want to go home, but you shake your head fervently, not wanting to ruin his night. So he lets you rest your head in his lap and plant kisses on his hands if ever they linger too close to your face.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home, my love?” He asks, looking down at you with an amused sparkle in his eyes.

“Li,” you sigh. “Why is the sky blue?”

Zhongli looks at you, chuckling softly. “Why is the jade yellow and the grass green?” He replies, the tenderness in his tone causing the rest of the table to watch with disinterested curiosity. It’s not every day that Morax, the god of war and contracts, can be find talking so sweetly to anyone on Teyvat or the realm above.

You sit up and scowl at him. “That doesn’t answer anything. I’m going home.” As you rise to your feet, you wobble, and Zhongli shoots up, ready to catch you if you should fall. He gives a sharp look at Venti, who told you the drink that has you plastered was basically water, and graciously says goodbye to everyone else as he helps you home.

By the time you’ve made it out of the door of the restaurant, you’ve gotten your footing again, and can happily skip around the streets of Liyue. The harbour is rarely ever empty, but today, it seems that most other people are at home, and you’re free to prance around as you wish.

“Do you think dragons can speak?” You ask Zhongli, returning back to him after spinning around for a few minutes. “I don’t think their vocal chords would be in the right place.”

“You’d be correct,” Zhongli says, smiling at you. He opens his mouth to explain how dragons communicate, but you’re off again, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at some silk flowers in someone’s courtyard. You crouch down to look at the flowers in more detail, lose your balance, and find yourself on the floor with no intention to get back up.

“They’re so pretty,” You say wistfully, tears bunching up in your eyes. “I wish I were a silk flower.”

“You wish to be a silk flower? I wouldn’t associate you with those–”

“Can you help me get up, please?” You look at Zhongli with round eyes, silently pleading for him to take pity on you. “It’s your fault I’m this drunk. You could, at the very least, help me.”

Zhongli sighs tenderly, lifting you up into his arms as if you were just wed, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. He’s more than happy to carry you home if that’s what’s going to get you there the fastest.

“Li,” you whisper against his chest.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think people are destined to be with each other? Like, do you think that stars align and an eclipse happens and then boom! Soulmates.”

Zhongli chuckles. “I believe everything happens for a reason, yes. So, the stars must have aligned when I met you.”

“That’s a trick question. The night I met you, the stars were like, totally wonky.”

“Were they?” Zhongli enquires, laughing softly to himself. "How curious." But you’re fast asleep in his arms already, his laughter not registering to you. He carries you home, enjoying the fact that you’re allowing him to take care of you without complaint or physical antagonism. You smile in your sleep as he sets you down in bed, kissing your forehead lightly, gently grabbing his arm as he moves to step away.

“Where are you going?” You whine, attempting to sit up, but evidently being too sleepy to do so successfully. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay…here.” You point a finger at him accusingly, but the action is weak and makes him laugh. He shouldn’t laugh at you or your current turmoil, but how can he not when you just look so adorable? Every once in a while, it's nice to be reminded that you need him as much as he needs you, that he is just as valuable to you as you are to him.

“I’m not going anywhere, my love,” He says quietly. “Just changing.”

“Whose grand idea were clothes anyway?” You huff, rolling over in bed. “They’re uncomfortable and expensive and some are soooo ugly. They should be…illegal.”

“Yes, love, I agree.” Zhongli chuckles, stroking your hair as he sits in bed beside you. You move closer to him, nuzzling into his side.

“You’re such a yes-man sometimes, Li. Do you always say yes to everything everyone tells you to do?”

“No, only to you.”

You smile sleepily, throwing your arms around him unceremoniously. “You’re such a lap dog sometimes too.”

“And you can be incredibly bossy,” He smiles. “Seeing as I don’t wish to become seven inches shorter in my sleep, my only viable option is to be your lapdog until the day death calls my name.”

“That sounds nice.” You grin. "Do that."

© 2023, thesparklingwriter. please do not copy, edit, repost, or translate.

notes: okay so i had this idea cause my friends were talking about going out and getting wasted and i don't drink, but i have been told that when i drink monster (one time) i act like im drunk so this was inspired by that

taglist: removed as this is a repost

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[perfectlovevn]

Perfect Love Dev Log #24

I was going to upload this yesterday actually, but the recording system I was using didn't want to work, so today it is. I've been pretty busy hanging out with friends for my birthday ad me rushing to do a bunch of birthday stuff, so I haven't been working on it as hard as I should. Plus I've been like obsessed with people's fanart of this game because you guys are way too good at drawing and finding things out, I'm getting like fanart every day I'm so happy.

Anyways, like mentioned in the previous devlog, this is Emil, Desmond's best friend and person he won't shut up about. I finished making all of the sprites and expressions for him, though I had to go back and forth because I had to resize one of the sprites, and then I had to add in even more expressions and stuff. He has a bunch of the little effects like sparkles and emotes that I spent way too much time animating. I found out about different types of easein and out functions so that get me hooked on transformations again. Like it was way too much time trying to figure out how to get things to move up and down or disappear in a way I want them to. He only shows up in this one scene, so I'm not sure why I'm putting so much effort into it. It's because he's fun to write is why probably, haha.

For his route, I'm going to change up his nametag (the thing that says Emil in it) as well as if you try to quit out since I think it would be cool to have a different guy floating for the extra scenes specifically.

I have to remind myself to rewrite part of the picnic scene with Eris since I feel like Eris's dialogue is a bit wonky. That and some other things like adding in more nicknames/names for things. I think my process will still be doing all the sprite assignments and then working on the sfx/music like I did before. After this scene, I'm going to work on Desmond's scene with his girlfriend, Iya.

[megamagimugi]

What is this, another redraw? Yes, indeed. This time it's not a Nintendo Magazine cover though. It's Mermaid Peach from Princess Peach Showtime!

I've never played this game but I do like all these different costumes. My favorite is Ninja Peach because, well, I've always liked ninja things. The Mermaid Peach level looks pretty fun though, with all the singing and whatnot. And I just really like the way Peach looks in this original image:

Listen, guys. I'm asexual, so my understanding of "sexy" might be a little wonky, but... Dayum, as far as I'm concerned our Princess looks quite sexy here! I kept admiring her sexy back while drawing...

Ahem. So anyway, at first I couldn't decide whether I wanted to add the low poly fish, change them into ones more natural (or high poly I guess), or skip them altogether and add a couple more bubbles and sparkles instead. In the end I decided I liked the low poly fish too much, so I drew them this way. As you can see, I still added some more sparkles though.

As fun as these redraws have been and as much as I've learned doing them, I promise I'll post some original art next time!

[minnlahzz]

amethio and silver with a kogal gyaru s/o.

requested

YEAH, YEAH! first time writing for silver in pokespe, a big roller coaster. this might be a bit ooc, also amethio's is set before episode 65. note this is strictly manga silver, not game silver! I apologise in advance if there's spelling mistakes i barely proof read.

— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED

— AMETHIO

amethio is not one to judge, infact he's very supportive, because of his job he's seen many people with many different styles. he's seen many gyaru's before, so he definitely has common knowledge about why and how you guys do this style.

he'll try it, reluctantly and only once. you can put hair clips on him, and do his make up! he'll wash it off afterwards though, it's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he has a status to approve and the admins aren't really on friendly terms right now, sango would definitely love you if she found out you existed.

amethio likes to observe you doing your make up, he could watch you for hours and not get bored. and attentively too, he'd ask "what's that one for?" when curious what your make products do.

gives you random things at anytime cute key charms, hair clips, accessories, anything cute he's seen you look at before or bought. if you have pokemon yourself, he'll buy key chains of your pokemon to stick to your rotom phone. he'd use the reasoning "i saw this while on duty, and thought you'd like it" so sweet!

supportive, would volunteer to take your photos even if they look a little wonky... he's trying! he'll get better eventually and you'll have a portable camera director.

would jump everybody that gives you weird looks in his mind, judging is for ugly people.

— SILVER

when first meeting you silver did not judge or get weirded out, since its common around johto for girls to have this style. he found it pretty cool and charming.

please do geek out about your interests and things you'd want to do with your style, silver is interested and will definitely listen to your yapping spree.

tough to say, but silver would not try the style or would want anything to do with it. he doesn't hate it, but he's more comfortable wearing his own stuff. although if you give him something like a bracelet or hair tie he'll treasure it with his life.

he likes walking with you, and letting you go shopping! silver is technically a nepo baby so he has alot of money, and always volunteers to pay for you and your shenanigans. it's that whole scene you'd see a cute item and you ask him if he wants one. he'd go completely silent for a second thinking.

"hey silver, look at these silly phone cases!" you say, grabbing his attention. "a gengar phonecase?..." silver tilted his head, "no good?"

"If you want you can buy it, I don't really care." silver responds at you, as your pointing at the items. "but I wanna buy it for the both of us! we should get two, unless you don't like it?"

"no, no it's fine I don't really need one." he reassures, looking back at them and then your face second guessing what he said. right as you were gonna put the other one back to the rack, "you know what, I'll use it."

the sparkle in your eyes was so adorable, maybe he should give in once in a while...

silver wins the idgaf war, he'd use his phone in public with the phone case you bought! (with his money) even if gold asks him silver shrugs. "it's pretty cool." is his common response, another thing of winning idgaf war is that he's not afraid to approach somebody who was giving you weird stares.

[yakuzacanons]

valentine’s day coming up!!

what do they boys do to celebrate w their s/o?

Anon how did u read my brain to find out I have been cookin this post for the last few days lol. Happy Valentine's to all of you, my lovelies.

Mild NSFW below. Also this is a long one, sorry in advance.

Kazuma Kiryu

Simple but classy. As it stands, he can't really do anything big or fancy and the Daidoji sure as hell won't let him do many dinner dates if any at all but he makes the most of it. Probably gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a heartfelt letter.

Majima Goro

A chocolate thief is on the loose in Sotenbori and his name is Majima Goro. If a giant heart-shaped red velvet size box appears on your doorstep, it's from him. He might even be in it. Open it and find out.

Saejima Taiga

A mix of getting you some gifts and making you something handmade. He's typically torn between two strategies: making you a handmade gift and taking you out to dinner or buying you a gift and making you dinner. Heads up, he will at some point make a handcarved wooden figurine or statue for you one of these years.

Akiyama Shun

You'd think it would be beyond human capabilities for this man to get any sappier than he is but somehow he does it every time. A class act with just the right amount of cheese. Dinner, flowers, the works. You can't tell if you're just that starry eyed over this man or if he actually just fucking sparkles.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Can't afford too much on his salary, but he'll make you an adorable custom basket of all your favorite snacks. Will totally pull some strings at Homeland to get the restaurant open to just you two.

Ryuji Goda

Can afford whatever the hell you want and has no reservations about doing so. However, he DOES have reservations at your favorite restaurant with a bottle of your favorite wine, alongside one of every single favorite item of yours on the planet. Always gets you a piece of customized jewelry.

Nishikiyama Akira

Always gets you a customized bouquet of flowers. Actually pretty into the arrangement and colors and is particular about getting yours just right. Might just even make one himself one of these days. Also gets one of those customizable chocolate boxes or a luxury bag.

Daigo Dojima

Are roses and candles cheesy? Yes. Cheesy is also Daigo's middle name when it comes to Valentine's Day. Man's straight out of a 90's romcom. Probably got the idea from a 90's romcom, actually. Will also be down to watch a 90's romcom with you. Seriously, he prefers a cozy night in anyways.

Mine Yoshitaka

Same vibe as Daigo but sluttier. Seriously. He's a champagne and bubble bath type of hoe, followed by what can only be described as mind blowing sex. Out of all the boys, he's the one who's most likely to have sex on Valentine's Day.

Tatsuo Shinada

He will try his hand at baking you some homemade goodies. Be warned, the first few attempts will be a little wonky. He's doing his best though! He can't afford much so he likes to do homemade things. Would also be down to bake or cook something with you if you're into that.

Ichiban Kasuga

He'd take you on a date that includes all of your favorite activites and your favorite places. As long as he's spending time with you, that's what counts. Will totally end the day by just blurting out something sappy and romantic but would he be Ichiban if he didn't?

Yu Nanba

Likes to do something relaxing, particularly if it takes you two away from the city. Nothing like the peace and quiet of the countryside so you two can be as close as possible. Probably would take a weekend to go to a hot spring with you.

Adachi Koichi

Will actually ask you to be his Valentine. Total cheesefest with this guy. Type of fella to hold a rose between his teeth and say something dumb like "Hey babe, come here often?". In terms of activites, he doesn't have much beyond a nice dinner planned but his personality just oozes goofy, silly love.

Tianyou Zhao

If you thought he'd be doing anything other than cooking you an overly extravagant dinner all by himself, then you'd be dead wrong. Man's out here cooking all your favorite foods, baking your favorite desserts, and making them unbelievably pretty and fancy. He's out here making roses out of the freakin' dumpling pastry, for cryin' out loud!

Joon-Gi Han (Y7)

Sweetie boy is doing his best. Gets a nice cake with a custom message on it, or takes you to an adorable cafe and eats a bunch of sweets with you. Also, yes he's dressing in matching outfits, duh!

Joon-Gi Han (Y6)

This boytoy is taking you to the biggest, fanciest club in town and ordering the biggest, fanciest bottle of champagne they have. Also one of the boys who is likely to get down and dirty on Valentine's Day.

Osamu Kashiwagi

Total class. Years have given him enough knowledge and expertise to pull off a classic Valentine's Day without a hitch. Thinks of everything, from the flowers and dinner all the way down to what color tie goes best with what color suit that would match best with your outfits. Lots of kisses on the back of your hand.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Platonic tadc cast with a child reader Who is like :

"hey, wanna see me do a cartwheel :D"

Basically very spontaneous and chaotic in the adventures lol

Ty!! (and remember to drink water) ;3

TADC cast x chaotic!kid!reader ! (Platonic)

Guys I'm literally so tired I just got done baking a ton of stuff, like I'm talking 12ish hours of non stop cooking and baking I'm going insane im trying so hard not to fall asleep rn because I kinda. Feel bad for not really answering requests today

Anywahs

Hope you enjoy anon!

Written on mobile

CAINE:

Well well how the turn tables (writing caines portion last for once)

Very similar to kinger and ragatha in that he supports everything you do; in fact he encourages your behavior as long as no one is getting hurt. Very loudly (and sometimes obnoxiously) cheers for you

While kinger can only cheer and clap, I think Caine sets off sparkles and fireworks... probably has a whole group of bubbles cheering you on too , assuming there can be multiple bubbles at any given time (I personally think there can be, and they all share a hivemind of sorts)

So what was the occasion that prompted that?

A wonky cartwheel, of which you excited called "a sideways front flip"

(Fun fact from the admin, I called my first cartwheel that bc I didnt know it was called a cartwheel yet)

POMNI:

Anxious parental figure and hyper child, a dynamic that's hit or miss at least for me. Really it depends on how its executed

That said I think she struggles to keep up with you

Constantly scrambling around you make sure you dont fall into any danger. Literally and figuratively...

Her attempts to get you to sit down for more than five minutes fail

Your ass is failing the marshmallow test/j

RAGATHA:

No thoughts only that one clip from adventure time where BMO pretends to be a wheathervane before trying to nose dive off the roof, all while calling for finns attention. Thats you and ragatha, basically (in essence, not exact scenario though)... maybe zooble too, but we'll get there when we get there (I am currently having a brain blast)

Says things like "what am I gonna do with you" everyday, always lightheartedly of course and usually accompanied by a tired chuckle

Generally very supportive of you though, just so long as you're not hurting yourself! Sure, this is the digital world and injuries dont really stick, but still! The pain is still there

JAX:

I mentioned the marshmallow test in pomnis part and I feel like jax would do something similar with you. Except the test is rigged and the candy (which he uses in place of the marshmallow( is actually for him and not for you. So if you actually earn the extra candy you dont even get it

That said I do think jax would feel bad when you get upset about the joke

Anyways

I think he finds it funny, as long as you're not tugging on his overalls and screaming at him for something, or interfering with his plans

Hes not a neglectful rolemodel/familial figure, he just has a short fuse with the above I think, regardless of who it is, kid or not

That said he fully embraces your spontaneous nature

KINGER:

Peepaw and his grandchild, that's it that's literally the dynamic

"Kinger is only 48-"

Hush♡

"Oh that's so lovely, (reader)" when you run up to him with your hands full of god knows what

Eagerly claps and cheers when you show him a new trick you learned

Bonus if you try to recreate or one up his embellished stories in order to make him proud of you (hes always proud of you)

ZOOBLE:

As mentioned in ragathas part, the wheathervane BMO thing is basically in essence you guys' dynamic. Except where I think ragatha would be quicker to pay attention to you, zooble may be a little slower. Not because they dont care about whatever you're trying to display to them, but because I think a lot of the times they kind of mentally check out (me too honestly)

Tries to scold you if you do something too dangerous or out of line, may come across as way angrier or upset than they actually are though thanks to their voice being kinda

You know

Zooble gives off "cool older sibling who doesnt care about nothing" energy

GANGLE:

Meekly tries to get you to calm down for a few minutes, especially if theres an IHA going on because she doesnt want you to run off and potentially get hurt. Tries to keep you occupied with arts and crafts. Watches in horror as you impulsively eat the glue

Tends to wrap one of her ribbon hands around yours so she knows you're not running off.. this is more so when theres an IHA going on

As per usual not many ideas for gangle <\3

[lifeontoast]

Have I Found You?

 

Edward Nashton x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)

 

SUMMARY: Edward thinks he has found his soulmate at long last.


A/N: a little something for my Eddie/Riddler fans - enjoy! I’m pretty proud of this one. Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them.

 

Trigger warnings: traumatic past mildly implied, mugging

 

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EDWARD’S POV

 

It’s her. I know it. She’s my angel sent down from Heaven. She’s made for me. Me, who has been so loveless my entire, miserable existence.

 

When I saw her in the diner yesterday, I am not at all ashamed to say I was absolutely transfixed by her totally mesmerising beauty. She was the purest, prettiest creature to bless these disgusting Gotham streets. What on earth is she doing here? Still, I can protect her from that. Well, Edward might not be able to, but Riddler certainly can. Just as soon as I get her to notice me. I know that she’ll love me when she gets to know me! There’s a word, a word I can’t quite grasp…

 

I’m going back to the diner tonight; she might be there again.

 

NORMAL POV

 

It’s him. You know it. He’s your angel sent down from Heaven. He’s made for you. You, who have been so loveless your entire, miserable existence.

 

When you saw that cute guy at the diner yesterday, it took everything you had not to go over and introduce yourself right away. He was far too good looking for someone like you, or so you thought. His transparent glasses rested on his nose in such an adorable manner, and even from a distance you could see his forest green eyes sparkling magically. Soft brown hair flopped over his forehead as he bent over his pumpkin pie, and what looked to be a puzzle book. Gorgeous and smart. He was perfect. All too aware that you were gazing shamefully, staring even, you looked away, a slight blush on your cheeks.

 

You’re going back to the diner tonight; he might be there again.

 

TIMESKIP TO LATER THAT DAY…

 

It was time. You were going to head to the diner, in the hopes that the gorgeous man would be there again. He had to be. The servers always seemed to know him by name (he was a regular!), though you didn’t know what name. You’d have to ask him that later. Walking down the streets (carefully, always carefully, as who knew what was lurking in those dark alleyways), you noticed a scuffle up ahead of you. Approaching cautiously, you tried to assess the situation. It was a mugging! Some poor guy was having his wallet stolen right in front of you. 

 

Sprinting up to the guy, you prised the mugger’s huge hands off the man and took the wallet back, finally punching him square in the face. He fell to the ground groaning. It was only as you looked at the man who had been victim to the attack that you realised who it was. It was the man from the diner, shaking like a leaf and looking astonished. Even when scared he didn’t look any less gorgeous. His green eyes were wide behind his wonky glasses, and even wider when he noticed it was you who stood in front of him. He bent his head to look at the grimy pavement instantly, cheeks turning red as a tomato.

‘Thank you!’ the man said, daring to steal a glance at you at last. ‘You saved me!’

‘It’s no problem, really.’ You smiled back. ‘Hey, didn’t I see you at the diner yesterday? Let’s go there now, to recover a little.’

The man nodded shakily. ‘Actually, I was heading there when that scumbag attacked me. By the way, I never caught your name... I, um, I’m Edward.’ 

‘Y/N.’ you said simply, starting to walk towards the diner. Edward followed behind you, smiling to himself. Pretty name for a pretty guy, you thought.

 

EDWARD’S POV

 

I was just on my way to the diner to see if that ethereal angel would be there when some idiot decided to mug me for my wallet. It was just a shame that Riddler wasn’t there; he could have killed the man in seconds. Instead, weak, puny, Edward had to cope with him all on his own. I was so tired, I was about to just give him my wallet when someone came running over, and started fighting the guy for me! Finally, punching the man to the ground, I turned to look at my saviour, when I saw the woman from the diner yesterday. So she was an angel! She had been sent there to save me, I just knew it. My eyes widened in disbelief, and I blushed terribly, looking at my feet. She saved me! I thanked her, and she offered to take me to the diner to recover. I asked her name, and she replied with the most heavenly name I’d ever heard: Y/N. It suited her perfectly. 

 

I felt myself fall for her straight away, my heart pounding crazily every time I looked at her beautiful face. When I saw her for the first time yesterday, I just knew she was the one for me! She could never like someone like me, though. I was ugly, and she was stunning. I was weak, she was strong. I was a devil, a worthless sinner, she was an angel. My angel. There was that word again, still just out of my reach…

 

We started on our way to the diner.

 

NORMAL POV

 

You sat down on one of the stools in front of the counter, and Edward sat beside you.

‘Edward, hello! Pumpkin pie?’ the friendly server asked him with a grin, and he nodded.

‘One for Y/N too, please. And two coffees.’ He replied quietly. Looking at you for approval of this order, you smiled gracefully. She nodded, and turned to get your food and drink. You and Edward whiled away the hours chatting about your lives, in between bites of pie and sips of coffee. You felt sure that you were in love with Edward, but were worried that he didn’t feel the same way. Your heart sped up, and your palms were clammy with nerves. All your life, you had never met anyone quite like Edward. He was quiet, yet charming and chivalrous. Beginning to let your mind wander, you pictured your and his life together. Edward would definitely make a brilliant husband, father, grandfather. His shy kindness endeared you to him infinitely, and you saw that he would never let you lift a finger while you were with him. No, that’s ridiculous! You told yourself to get over this pathetic little crush, not knowing that he felt the same way entirely. He definitely had a nice girl waiting for him at home, right? In fact, you probably shouldn’t be keeping him from her.

 

You decided not to pursue your feelings any further, not wanting to ruin your newfound friendship. Well, there are certain things you cannot share with another person without becoming friends with them, and saving someone from a mugging is one of them.

‘So, Edward, anyone waiting for you back at home?’ you asked, as casually as possible, secretly desperate that there wasn’t anybody. You just had to know.

‘Me? No, of course not!’ he laughed a little too loudly, seemingly wanting to prove eagerly that he was single. Strange. Now that he mentioned it, he did give you the slight impression that he had never been with anyone at all. Something about the twinkle of innocence and inexperience in those emerald eyes.

‘What about you?’ he asked, an audibly sad note in his voice.

You’d been free as air for a while now. You told him so. He looked strangely relieved. He smiled that beautiful, shy smile again.

‘So, Edward, what do you do for a job?’ you asked curiously. You couldn’t work out just by his appearance what he did, although you were sure it would be something nerdy.

‘I, um, I’m a forensic accountant, yourself?’ he replied.

You knew it. Edward was a little nerd! This endeared you to the man even further. You told him what you did, and he nodded, looking a little tense, zoned-out even. You were slightly worried, and were about to ask him if he was okay, when he suddenly exploded.

‘But I hate it there! They all call me Ed-weird, and make fun of me for liking puzzles and “being weird”. It’s not fair! I always have loved my riddles, but they just don’t understand them like I do. They’re so exciting, it gives me such a thrill when I solve one, makes me feel so powerful. Powerful enough to shut them up, to tell them that I’m not who they think I am. I’m not weird! Even in school they’d make fun of me, and at the orphanage too. It was so horrible there! We were always hungry; there was never enough for everyone, and in the winter, it was so cold… if only the Gotham Renewal fund had been used as it should have been, instead of a private money tree for those rich scumbags we call politicians and leaders!’ he seemed like he’d wanted to say all that to someone for a very long time. Breathing heavily, he glanced up at you carefully over his glasses, wincing slightly in embarrassment at his outburst, trying to gauge your reaction. Risking everything, you reached out and placed your hand over his shaky one, to comfort him. You threw him a sympathetic glance, and he blushed and smiled ever-so-slightly in return.

 

EDWARD’S POV

 

I was having such a great time at the diner with Y/N. I was falling deeper and deeper with every passing second, and felt ashamed at myself. How could she ever like me back? She asked me what I do, and I told her. But there was something I wanted to say to her, something to tell her. Something I’d wanted to tell anyone, anyone at all who would listen, to be honest. Anybody else would look at me like a rat and get up and leave in disgust. But she was different. She wasn’t like all my co-workers (if you could call them that; they hardly did any work) or strangers on the street. I had a feeling that Y/N would understand me, after all, she was my angel. Of course she’d understand. 

 

It all came out in a rush. I hadn’t meant it to be like that! She looked a little stunned when I’d finished, but, surprisingly, she placed her warm, soft hand over mine. She smiled, and I melted. My heart blew up in a supernova. She was just perfect. She looked into my eyes like she loved me, loved me! I finally knew the word I had been grasping at for hours now. 

 

Soulmate.

 

…

 

A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock! Once again, feel free to drop me any other Paul requests if you have them.

[daydreamingyuta]

Taeyong Daydreaming about the Future

For the three years that you have been dating Taeyong, he has always enjoyed playing video games. Every once in a while he will become obsessed with a new game, and for the past few weeks that game has been The Sims. This wasn’t his usual game he played but after you showed him one of your saves in the game, he decided to play as well. 

You guys had dinner together and afterwards Taeyong asked if you wanted to see the house that he built in The Sims. Of course you said yes because you were genuinely interested but also because the excitement on his face was too precious to say no to him. 

You were sitting at the edge of his bed waiting for the loading screen to be done. Right before it fully loaded he made you close your eyes so you wouldn’t be spoiled. He wanted to zoom out and put up all the walls in the house so you could see the outside of the house first. Once he was done he told you to open your eyes.

“Awe it’s so cute baby.” You say, looking around at the house. 

“You like it?” He says with that sparkle in his eyes that he gets anytime he shows you anything he’s proud of. 

“Yes! I love it.”

The roof was a bit wonky but after only playing The Sims for a couple of weeks, the house was actually quite impressive. He started showing you the rest of the house he built and that’s when you noticed the sims he had in this household. 

The first sim you saw was clearly Taeyong, it looked just like him, even down to his current hairstyle. 

“Did you make yourself?” 

“Yeah! And look I made you too, we’re married. And we even have two kids and a dog.”

He clicks on the sim he made of you and it looks just like you. Then you see the two kids and the dog and your heart melts. Marriage for the two of you was not in the near future for right now, but you definitely daydreamed about it a lot. And the fact that Taeyong was also fantasizing about your life together in the future made you feel so many feelings. You knew that the sims was just a silly game but he could have made anyone or done anything in the game yet he chose to do this.

“And look! I know you love to read so I built an entire library just for you! And I put this aquarium out here in the living room!”

“Awe baby this is the cutest!”

“Do you think our lives will look like this in the future?” He asks

“Yeah.” You say while you both look at each other with heart eyes. 

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

How about something with The Doctor meeting a certain very very old vampire who is just getting used to having become a vampire (after i guess the first feral year)?

You cool with this being Fourteen? I just framed a poster of them that I got recently and this dork's been on the brain since.

Warning: blood, injury because Aro bites the Doctor

On with the fic!

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"Look at this place!" The Doctor grinned as they stepped out of the TARDIS. The sun was setting, making the buildings in the city the ship was parked on the outskirts of illuminated in warm tones. It was gorgeous, they loved looking at ancient cities in their primes.

They licked a finger and held it up to the gentle breeze before popping their finger back into their mouth. They smacked their lips. "Yep, Greece. Around... 129...6? BCE?" They licked their finger again. "Yep, that's about right."

The Doctor scratched at their head, wondering why the TARDIS stopped here. Then again, she's been a bit... wonky, since the regeneration. Maybe they had been a little too close to her when they had changed.

Well.

That. And things have just been wonky and weird since the regeneration. The snazzy new duds were a big thing. They missed their rainbows and earring. Maybe they could get their ear pierced again, that'd be fun! Wear it with this face, they could pull it off!

But that would have to wait, as something seemed to catch their attention.

Somewhere in the distance, in the dying rays of the sun, was something illuminated. A shining beacon in the darkness.

What was that? The Doctor frowned, tilting their head this way and that, before a manic grin came to them and they decided to investigate. They never could deny themself the chance to look at a shiny object!

Or person, in this case, as the Doctor saw that the object was actually a figure, standing on a hill, overlooking the city. The air smelled off around here, and the Doctor's grin dropped as they continued to stare at the figure.

The stranger turned, seeing the Doctor, before smiling in such a charming way. His skin sparkled, looking like gemstones in the colors of the sunset, and he was...

Well, he was beautiful. The Doctor's run became more of a brisk walk as they approached, before stopping just a few feet away. The man was still smiling at them. "Do you like what you see?" He asked, his voice calm, gentle, and the Doctor felt oddly at ease.

That was alarming.

Actually, this whole thing was alarming. They blinked, shaking their head as the sun finally vanished enough that the shimmering skin looked normal. The man frowned, as if sensing whatever effect he had on them was wearing off.

Suddenly, he was gone.

"What the-?" The Doctor started, before feeling their arms pulled behind their back, the wrists held together in a tight hold by one hand.

Icy breath was against their neck as the collars of their shirt and their jacket was pulled aside. "How curious..." The man said, his tone filled with curiosity and delight. "You smell off, and yet so delicious."

"Unusual comment for me, but I've heard weirder. I'll take it as a compliment, yes?"

"Oh, very much so, my friend." The man said as the Doctor tried to glance back at them, seeing bright, red eyes for just a moment before they cried out at a white-hot pain erupted from their skin.

Did... did this guy just bite them!?

Then they sensed it, a prodding in their mind, as if someone was opening drawers and doors, poking around at thoughts and memories-

The Doctor struggled before swinging a leg back and striking the man right in the shin. He grunted and pulled back as the Doctor slipped away, clutching at their bleeding neck.

Even in the growing darkness, the Doctor could see the blood on the man's lips, the glint of fangs in the light of the rising moon, and the pleased smirk. "My, my, you are very different, aren't you?"

"Didn't know vampires could be telekinetic." The Doctor frowned, feeling the wound heal, they were still in their first fifteen hours of regeneration after all.

"I'm not sure what that is, but I am assuming you sensed my gift then?" The man was smiling, like he was proud. "I'm still getting used to it, took me quite a while to understand what it was I was seeing when I feasted upon my victims."

He tilted his head a little. "Your mind is quite a jumbled mess, so many thoughts and memories, so many... faces. Many of them are yours, yes? Are you not human yourself? Are you... similar to me?"

"No, not human, nor vampire."

"I do not know what that is."

"It's... a term, for what you are, if you are what I think you are."

The man smiled again. "Then tell me what that is, Doctor. That is correct, yes? It was the name I picked up from your mind."

The Doctor frowned, feeling uncomfortable. While they themself were touch telepathic, which seemed to be the same boat this guy was a passenger on, it was still always an unpleasant experience to have someone poking about in your brain. "Yeah, that's my name, and you are?"

"Aro, as it was my name before I was changed a year or so ago." The smile faltered, a dark look crossed his face. "Tell me, do you know what I have become? For the one who changed me does not seem to know either, just that we are... different from what we were."

They really didn't want to tell this Aro guy anything, they should return to the TARDIS, but... oh... they were always such a blabber mouth, no matter what face they had, and this one was infamous for their gob.

Plus, Aro really did seem to not know, had he been like this for a year without any knowledge of his condition?

And what exactly was said condition? Vampires don't sparkle? Right? Was he a human who was infected by a new species? Or maybe an alien?

Oh, curiosity was always the Doctor's greatest addiction, and even this one couldn't resist her call.

--

Is this a trick on Aro's part to get the Doctor to stick around a little longer so he can drain them of their rich, alien, two-heart-pumped blood?

:)

[destinylordoffreaks]

Batch 2 of my pictures of iris

 first off, we have a picture of Iris in a casual outfit versus her superhero outfit. I never really designed any other versions of irises superhero outfit because the longer I drew my characters the more I found myself this drawing them being like a normal people with that being said, casual iris appears to be dancing and that’s because she is don’t think I’ve mentioned yet, but Iris is a ballerina. She loves dancing, and has been practicing ballet since she was little, becomes a reoccurring theme.

Then we have a portrait. I think this is the first time I drew iris with dark skin but it’s kind of hard to tell at what point her skin tone changed because I didn’t color in most of her sketches. I don’t know why but here it is the first picture I can find of her with darker skin 

 Then we once again have our my little pony designs. I don’t know why decide to draw the ponies wearing clothing I just did. I was kind a looks like a cross between sparkle works g3 and Babs g4

Although I am working on some new my little pony design for my characters, I don’t have one for Iris yet I do however have a bunch of G3, my little pony coloring pages that I used to flush out color designs for the ponies. Do you guys want to see her new color palette I can post to pictures. 

Do we have yet another attempt to draw Iris in a Disney art style this one is based directly off of a picture of Ariel. No ones surprised

Then we have a bunch of portraits I did of all of my female characters I had at that point Idon’t know what happened, but Iris came out looking kind of Native American. I had colored versions somewhere, but they came out so weird and wonky that I must’ve buried them in a folder somewhere cause I cannot find them, I remember not liking the way they turned out and I know I still have them. I just can’t find them. 

Then, finally, we have the body study for Iris, who also shared a page with kamili next to that we have a picture of some costume designs that also include the real world influences for their looks stories completely fictional so it doesn’t take place in the real world. Hence there are no actual, African-Americans, Hawaiians, etc.. These are just the influences that I drew on for their appearances 



[exsanguinated-doves]

(contemporary) prose poetry bonaganza

ahh..so was supposed to send this out to a writing zine competition and the submissions went wonky, and we all had to resubmit. however, I did not, so I'll be sharing this with tumblr.

infavourable : a thing about queer love, climate change, and cultural christianity,

love is stupid; in the way it appears in all shapes and forms, — In the way that it reveals itself out of nowhere, in the way we find it in our lives at moments where it shouldn’t — the entire concept of it is absurd, and ridiculous. (Let’s just break it into pieces.)

How it is coveted, a prize, to be won and claimed [claimed; a clamp of a cuff on a wrist / the bite of an engagement ring / it holds steadfast and clings /— to be shaped and formed — to be used with excessive force — ] how freeing it is; but, the terrible agony that it comes with, "this agony of marriage!"

‘we see not only a cage, but a trap in itself, for this, it is looked down upon..? “when it is not a cage nor a trap but something one wills to go into;’ [ in the same way a starved man would hunger and yearn for a bit of bread to pass his lips ] and one which is a divine gift [ when a mommy and daddy love each other very much ...] a blessing from the — (no, don’t even say it)

but, behold, my rules for this act of service, it must only be two lest it be a congregation of sin; one must do it in the spirit of the most High, and the man, and woman, must be bonded by the most scared act of marriage (you and your three divorces?) or else; one is nothing but an unclean sacrifice , and will be gnashing their teeth in the sulfur flames for all eternity [in the depths of the inferno; I cannot say which burns hotter, our passion, our desire, or your hatred for us , or global warming]

as a woman, you are bound by the duty, to be of a dutiful wife (or bring everlasting shame to your family and your descendants and everyone else who you have borne with the Prince of Hell) you must love a man; nothing else, and in return he may give you diamonds (and discard you!) and if you are a man, you must love a woman, (show none of your tears; you must have a girl before nightfall) and therefore, you shall procreate , and spread His holy word (hey guys , He said I can’t love women, yeah, sorry - “would He be fooled if I wear pants and you the skirt?” — you know what, let’s give it a try -)

paragons of virtue, you should be, as little girls like you are white and pure and clean (I am the Antichrist and I was borne with no gender ; because I am the devil’s associate. “we’re going as harley and ivy though, right?” - yes, of course - “should your mother think you have dressed as Salome with your sparkling clothes, just tell her it’s for a play” — I think she would prefer I dance for men than you — “you don’t even dance well-“ I mean ballet. I can do that! — “and the real devil after all were those billionaires” — and capitalism — “and mega corporations” — and amazon — “and those fascists” — and that prime minister of yours; — “ah, this is why I love you ..!” )

and I drink the blood of not Christian boys but of my own when I bite my lip a bit too hard when I see her smile

[ her laugh is silvery as water, for her, how could I not? ]

[27potatochips]

I was thinking the exact same thing, my dragonborn Durge boy Gizzard is romancing Gale and when i watched the reveal i couldn't help but think about how Gizz would feel about Gale’s reaction to it, since my boy is basically a puppy in a scaly disguise. Anyways, I wrote something for it, it’s not really the prompt but I like it and I hope you guys do too, be warned, it’s pretty long. Here goes.

Gizz had been quiet. Ever since the reveal that he caused all of this, and everyone’s (deserved) cold shoulder. He didn’t talk when they were on the road, didn’t talk at dinnertime, and had dragged his bedroll away from where everyone else slept, even though he was coldblooded and didn’t deal well with the cold night air.

They had all let him be, still angry. Shadowheart left him to do his own healing, he could heal too after all, he would survive a bit of pain. Lae’zel glared at him when he walked past, examining him, waiting for a warning of what side he was going to choose. Karlach’s jokes stopped with him, comments that used to be friendly becoming pointed, sharp, he had willingly worked with Gortash after all. Wyll threw him glances, didn’t turn his back to him. Halsin didn’t either, maybe his instincts reminding him of the predator nearby, now that it was laid out all too clearly. Astarion was as amicable as always, if only a bit more wary, but he knew Gizz, if the Dragonborn had wanted to turn on them, he already would have.

But the one that hurt the most for Gizz was Gale. Gale, so warm and talkative, suddenly cold and quiet. Where there used to be long talks about magic and music and everything and nothing, was suddenly silence. Gale didn’t even touch him anymore, no more warm hands on Gizz’s arm, no warm wizard to cuddle up to when the nights were cold, no soothing touches when Gizz’s hands twitched for blood, no bringing him tea and kisses after a hard night. Nothing.

Gizz woke up in the middle of the night, the butler at his bedroll. “It is time, young master, oh I am so excited to finally see you slay her! I have utmost trust you’ll do it right this time.” He said, almost giddy with excitement. Gizz sat up, glancing over at his party. Astarion was gone, probably out hunting, and everyone else was sound asleep. His eyes lingered on Gale, spread out on his bedroll, it would have been easy to nudge him over and settle behind him, but Gale had wanted to be left alone.

Gizz looked away and at his butler. “Alright, just give me some time to get ready.” He said quietly. He glanced around the camp, his stuff was near Lae’zel’s tent, every since the reveal he had been putting it there, just in case for if he finally went crazy, at least he wouldn’t have his weapons.

He rummaged through his stuff as quietly as he could, no need to deprive anyone of their sleep after all. Unconsciously he sorted his pack, the pretty plates, cups and various other fancy things he set aside for Astarion, the vampire liked how they sparkled in the sun, how good it felt to be able to indulge in the things his master forbade him, and Gizz wouldn’t have much need for money after this would he?

The various knives, swords, and other weapons were for Lae’zel, she would probably find a use for them, better than Gizz anyways.

The new whittling knife Gizz bought when he decided he wanted to learn were for Halsin, along with the blocks of wood Gizz had been intending to practise on. He wouldn’t be able to make such pretty things as Halsin anyways, the only thing Gizz could do with a knife was kill.

Karlach got the plushies Gizz had painstakingly been trying to make, coached by Astarion. They were wonky and rough and from him, so Gizz didn’t know if Karlach would even like them, but he wouldn’t know if she threw him away when he was gone anyways.

Fancy sword and horn oil and bad smut books for Wyll, Gizz hoped he chose right with the titles, he had seen what Wyll secretly read in the evenings and had chosen what he thought Wyll might like based on those. He included the return slips in the first few pages just in case.

For Shadowheart he set aside a few smut books too, but also a few weapons she might like. They weren’t that close, but Gizz hoped she liked it, even though it was from him.

Gale got most of Gizz’s stuff, the spells he had been intending to learn with Gale, the nice smelling candles he couldn’t help but buy when he saw them, snacks for Tara, his journals full of the music and embarrassingly sappy poetry he had been writing for Gale.

Gizz’s hands stuttered as they met the box at the bottom of his pack, the jewellery he had been saving up, trying to gather up the courage to finally gift them to his wizard. But now it would never happen, with Gale hating him and Gizz going towards almost certain death. With slightly shaky hands he set it down on Gale’s pile, magically locking it with a soft whisper, Gale had thought him that spell after a particularly crafty Goblin had snuck up on Gizz and stole one of the precious jewellery. Of course, the Goblin hadn’t lived long, meeting a rather grizzly end to Gizz’s hand punching through his chest.

Gizz finally stepped away, now the only thing remaining his flute, rapier, and armor. He readied for battle and with one, long final look to the others, he snuck out of camp, careful to not be seen by Astarion prowling about.

They woke not to the sun through the trees, but by Astarion shaking them awake. “Wake up! That fool of a lizard is gone!” He hissed.

Gale was the first to surge awake, he was mad, yes, but that didn’t mean he wanted Gizz to get hurt or that he didn’t love him anymore. His heart sank as he saw the neat piles of stuff on Gizz’s bedroll. He knew the signs of someone not expecting to return, he once was that someone after all. “Oh my love…” He whispered, his heart breaking.

They searched the whole day, guilt crawling up their throats as they yelled for their wayward friend or lover, until it got too dark to search further. They sat around the fire silently, not eating the half-hearted dinner Gale had put together.

Then they heard it. Soft, laboured breathing belonging to a very familiar bard.

Gizz stumbled towards camp, clothes bloodied and looking exhausted, only walking due to Wither’s staff supporting him. Gale jumped up and ran towards him, quickly followed by Astarion. “Gizz!” The wizard exclaimed, beyond relieved.

Gizz looked up, gave them a tired smile, and fell to his knees. Gale slid to his knees too right next to him, uncaring of the pain shooting up his legs as he did so. “Gizz…” He breathed, pressing his forehead to Gizz’s.

The bard pressed right back, chuffing softly. “Hey, I’m back.” He murmured. Gale chuckled breathlessly. “I can see that, where did you go?” He pulled back, laying his hand on Gizz’s spiky cheek. “Why did you go without us?” He asked softly, a frown on his face.

Gizz leaned into the warm touch, but flinched a little at the question. “I… didn’t think you would want to… Are you mad?” He glanced up at Gale, hesitant.

Gale sighed. “I was, but beloved, why wouldn’t I want to come with you?” Gizz looked like a kicked puppy. “You were mad, and it was my mess to clean up. Gale, she’s dead, and I got rid of the Urge. You’re finally safe.” Gizz breathed, looking hesitantly happy, like he was watching for Gale’s reaction.

Gale opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Astarion. “And how did you do that, darling? Last time I checked a curse given to you by the literal God Of Murder, doesn’t exactly just go away.” He said, kneeling next to them.

Gizz winced. “Ah, well… it was nothing serious. I just rejected Bhaal and i… died?” He said hesitantly, squeezing his eyes shut. “YOU DIED?!” Gale and Astarion shouted. Gizz flinched. “I got back, Withers revived me!”

Astarion looked to sky, breathing deeply, trying to gather his cool. Gale stared at Gizz, incredulous, before he remembered something.

“But you weren’t counting on it.” He started softly. “Gizz, you sorted all your stuff so we wouldn’t have to go through it, you snuck out in the middle of the night with only your weapons and armor. You didn’t expect to be alive after, did you?” Gizz flinched again, looking down at the grass.

Gale slowly stood up, helping Gizz up. “C’mon, let’s get some food in you. Then we talk, okay?” Gizz nodded slowly, and hesitantly reached out and pulled Gale close. “I love you.” Gale sighed again. “I love you too.”

“Me too, only not that way. Let’s go eat you sappy bastards, you’re making me nauseous.” Astarion sniffed and stomped away theatrically. Gizz and Gale slowly followed, the bard supported by the wizard. They would be okay, eventually.

Bhaal killing Durge is so much crunchier with the context of how badly everyone responds to the reveal that Durge was Gortash's co-conspirator. So everyone's super mad at Durge for being Bhaal's Chosen and no one really wants to talk to them and then they go off and defy Bhaal and die as a result and they knew that would happen and told no one.

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WILLOW: “Tomorrow night... we're bringing Buffy back.”

XANDER: “Tomorrow? I don't know.”

ANYA: “Um, Discovery Channel has monkeys. And our tape machine's all wonky.”

WILLOW: “Guys, I need you on board here.”

XANDER: “It's just... It feels wrong.”

TARA: “It is wrong. It's against all the laws of nature, and practically impossible to do, but it's what we agreed to. If you guys are changing your minds-”

WILLOW: “Nobody’s changing their minds. Period.”

XANDER: “Excuse me? Who made you the boss of the group?”

ANYA: “You did.”

TARA: “You said Willow should be boss.”

ANYA: “And then you said, “let’s vote,” and it was unanimous.”

TARA: “And then you made her this little plaque that said, “Boss of Us,” and you put little sparkles on it.”

XANDER: “Valid points, all. But we... I mean... We were just talking then.”

WILLOW: “Xander, I can do this, I promise. But not without you.”

ANYA: “Should we maybe tell Giles? You know, now that we're really ready? It's not like he's going anywhere. Ever.”

WILLOW: “No. No one else can know. Not Giles, not Spike, not Dawn. They might not understand.”

TARA: “What if something does go wrong?”

WILLOW: “I'm telling you it won't.”

XANDER: “Scenario - We raise Buffy from the grave, she tries to eat our brains. Do we, a. congratulate ourselves on a job well done-”

WILLOW: “Xander, this isn't zombies.”

ANYA: “Zombies don't eat brains anyway unless instructed to by their zombie masters. A lot of people get that wrong.”

WILLOW: “This isn't like Dawn trying to bring Mrs. Summers back, or anything we've dealt with before. Buffy didn't die a natural death. She was killed by mystical energy.”

TARA: “Which means we do have a shot.”

WILLOW: “It means more than that. It means we don't know... where she really is.”

XANDER: “We saw her body, Will. We buried it.”

WILLOW: “Her body, yeah. But her soul... her essence... I mean, that could be somewhere else. She could be trapped in some sort of hell dimension like Angel was. Suffering eternal torment just because she saved us, and I'm not gonna let... I'm not gonna leave her there. It's Buffy.”

In a military, it is said that a second-in-command can’t stand in as general when another general is on duty because the ranks of soldiers are only ever supposed to follow one voice or the system goes wrong. The procedure is to take the general out of commission before the second-in-command can stand in their place. That’s how the military authoritarian system works.

Someone tell me what did Willow even bother resurrecting Buffy for if, after all this time, she really just wanted to be the one in power and control? The one leading the army? The one in the highest authority? It scared her to be the “BIG GUN” - the secret weapon - and she refused to be just the sidekick. She got what she wanted in Season 6... but she chose to bring Buffy back from some place where she’d never need to lead again and Willow could be THE BOSS indefinitely. If I didn’t understand that this character’s issue was imposter syndrome, I’d think she had a split personality disorder because she couldn’t pick a fucking narrative. A part of her wanted to be THE BOSS, some other part settled with being the “BIG GUN”, and another part of her would have rather been nothing at all because that’s how she started and although she hated feeling that way, she was most comfortable and familiar with it. I guess it all depended on which character of the week she was wearing which she wanted to be on any given day. But identifying all these characters she wore and roles she assumed as a cohesive whole that makes Willow Rosenberg who she actually is - was really what she needed to do because all of it was who Willow was. Giles makes that pretty clear to her in Season 7. That the  light, dark and all-that’s-in-between is who she truly is.

Personally I don’t think it was because she wanted Buffy out of the way why she got up in arms about her being the BOSS in the moments when they were in a conflict. I think it’s because she wanted Buffy under her. You can interpret that phrase any which way you want to but I genuinely think that’s why she wanted to bring her back from the dead deep down. She wanted that showdown. She wanted to prove that she could stand toe-to-toe with the Slayer in a fight to show that they were levelled in power and in control and that they were both BOSS. She didn’t want her dead. She didn’t want her AWOL, and she most certainly didn't want her doing it alone. She wanted to be with her, leading alongside her as equal partners and equal commanders. That they ended up equal rivals was down to the fact that she couldn’t get a handle on the responsibility herself. She knew she needed Buffy just as much as Buffy needed her. And the only way to prove it was to beat her down - whether that be verbally or physically. The surface excuse for Willow to bring Buffy back was because she thought she was in a hell dimension and that it was only her doing her diligence as a loyal loving friend to get her out of it. But the deep-seated truth was to have it off with her. She just didn’t plan for it to be so violently. But things happened the way they happened and it culminated in one of the greatest pay-offs in the show.

The question is, even with Buffy around taking as equal command and responsibility, would Willow lead well? I think so, just maybe a bit more aggressively than Buffy. She’s not an aggressive person but she's more strict. There wouldn’t be any leeway for disturbance or distraction in the ranks with her and when under pressure, she'd definitely be hardcore at laying down the law. It would have been interesting to see how she would have faired as general with Buffy also on duty. But any time when Willow felt like she could be leader she just clashed with Buffy instead of worked with her. So maybe there’s something to that military saying. Maybe one voice is the only voice that should be followed. In that case, she should have left her dead. I don’t know, maybe Riley and Sam could have showed them the ropes and they could have figured it out from there because I’m sure there is more benefit to having two leaders than just a solitary one. After all, isn’t that what Season 7 is about and what the ending episode ,‘Chosen’, subverted? Why only one girl in all the world at any one time? Why can’t there be hundreds? So I ask the same question to our beloved Scooby Gang, why only the one BOSS leading all the members in it? Subvert the stupid system. Find a way to work it!