#dunno how tragic I’ll make it

[unsafe-chikku]

Fluttercord fan kids!

No names yet. Wanted to play on the trope of the girl and boy kids looking like the mom/dad.

And the consequences of that. :0

Going to make it extra exaggerated- there is a prophecy on the day of little guys birth here that one of Flutters and Discords kids will try to overthrow harmony and could very well succeed. So naturally the guy using chaos magic at birth, we all gotta keep an eye on him. He’s going to cause problems if we aren’t careful! We all have to do our part for Equestria, no matter the sacrifices. :)

‘ Thank you for giving up going to your friends party tonight, sweetie, I know it was important to you, but your father and I have to go help take care of diplomatic tensions and then help manage a parasprite breakout…and you know your little brother only listens to me and you…”

“ Of course, mom! You know I always want to be helpful. It is the kind thing to do, after all…haha!”

[ranhaitanisgf]

hi!! can you write an oneshot of yuuji confessing his love to reader with the help of the first years and gojo? you are my fav writer!! ily bye<3

just confess already!!

synopsis: yuuji just can't get you out of his head!! maybe his friends and teacher can help?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ first req for jjk !! it took a long time to write this bc i wasnt sure if i was characterizing everybody right, so lmk how i did !! thank you so much anon for requesting this idea; it was soso cute !! i hope you all enjoy ! xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ yuuji itadori x fem!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.1k+

masterlist

“idiot.” a harsh slap on the back of his head made yuuji yelp out in surprise and slight pain, clutching the back of his head. “if you keep staring like that she’s gonna notice, y’know.” he pouted a bit as nobara sat herself next to him, sipping a smoothie as the two of them watched you train with maki. 

“whatever…” he mumbled, setting his head on his hand. nobara watched him for a moment, the kicked puppy look on his face making her let out a breath, sighing. 

“i can’t enjoy your struggle with love if you look like that.” yuuji didn’t respond to her comment, making her roll her eyes. “hey, stop ignoring me and listen. you have the love expert sitting right next to you and you’re not even gonna ask me anything?” 

“you’ve never even had a boyfriend.” 

“hey!! i’m not gonna help you if you start being a little shit!” she yelled, huffing as she took another sip of her smoothie. 

as nobara looked at yuuji, she had to admit that it was strange to see him like this. it was odd to see yuuji so down in the dumps and not talking excitedly about something stupid, (not that she really cared. it was just an observation). 

“...you gonna confess to her?” 

“confess to who?!” 

“aah!” nobara screamed as she jumped, her cup almost slipping from her grasp. gojo peeked his head out between yuuji and nobara, his face twisting in feigned pain. 

“woah! don’t go screaming so loud, nobara! you’re gonna burst my eardrums!” the man whined, dramatically clutching his ears. 

“well maybe don’t go sneaking up on people like that!! i could’ve dropped my smoothie!!” she complained, clutching her smoothie much closer. despite the sudden appearance and scare from gojo, yuuji hadn’t even moved a muscle, his cheek still squished up against his hand as he watched you, your training partner now being panda. 

“sorry! but what’s got our vessel so down in the dumps? he get rejected?” 

“he’s gotten himself rejected in his mind before even confessing.” 

“ahhh, young love. so tragic!” gojo exclaimed dramatically. “so, who is it? hmmm…” gojo’s head turned to yuuji, matching his gaze until he saw you. “woah, (y/n)! what’re you gonna do?” 

“dunno…panda said she’s totally into some guy from kyoto…” nobara raised a brow at his words, scrunching her brows as she thought for a moment. 

“panda is a big fat liar. (y/n)-chan does have a crush on someone, but-” 

“you know who she has a crush on?!” yuuji suddenly asked, his voice raising two octaves and his jaw almost dropping. “who is it?!” 

“i’m not gonna break girl code for you, stupid! all i’ll say is that panda is completely wrong and that you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” she stated, making an ‘x’ symbol with her fingers. “you’ll be fine, so just confess already.” 

“i don’t even know how to do that! it looks so easy in those romance movies…” yuuji said, completely unaware of what she had just implied. 

“you watch romance movies? actually, why does that make complete sense- nevermind! stop being a coward! girls don’t like men who are cowards!” nobara confidently stated. “you’ve gotta be confident and tell your feelings unashamedly! be bold! be fearless!” 

the little pep talk had no effect on yuuji, the boy just sighing and standing up when he noticed that you were finished with training. before he could get up and walk away, gojo suddenly grabbed him from under his armpits, easily lifting him up and walking away with him, (yuuji’s flapping and flailing had absolutely no effect). 

nobara had stayed seated, staring at the scene for a couple moments and wondering if she should get herself involved, (teenage boys are so much trouble, after all). despite the fact that she could do much better things with her time, she ultimately decides to get up and follow them. see, she’s thinking for her future self! the future her wouldn’t be able to enjoy the small moments of peace and quiet if yuuji was constantly moping and feeling sorry for himself, so she has to intervene now for her own self preservation! 

“hey, let go of me!” 

“we have to fix this, stat! i wouldn’t be a good teacher if i didn’t help you out!” 

“i’m not asking for your stupid help! have you even had a girlfriend before, sensei?!” gojo gasped at yuuji’s words, shaking him a bit as he continued to carry him to wherever he was taking him, (nobara isn’t sure why she decided to help, actually. this was ruining her peace and quiet). 

“ouch! you don’t think your own mentor is hot with the ladies?!” gojo suddenly stopped walking when he noticed a familiar black-haired first year who stopped in the doorway to the school, staring at the scene in front of him. 

for a few seconds, megumi stared at gojo, hoping that silence would hopefully be enough to exclude him from whatever was going on right now. 

“megumiii~! come help us with yuuji~!” 

“no thanks.”

“me~gu~mi~!” 

“i’m busy.” 

--

you’re not sure what’s going on right now. 

you had been walking with maki and panda back from training, the three of you talking about getting a bite to eat somewhere good after taking showers and freshening up, (you felt pretty cool that you were able to hang out with the second-years, so you were pretty excited about it). 

when the three of you had heard a giant racket from behind you, none of you had expected to turn around and find gojo and the other first years restraining yuuji as they were sprinting your way at quite the alarming speed, (gojo was holding yuuji like a cat, his hands under his armpits while megumi and nobara were half-heartedly crouch-running while holding his legs). 

“aahhh!! let me go!! let go!!” yuuji was yelling, trying his best to wrangle himself out of gojo’s grip. 

“what in the world…” you said in shock, preparing to get out of the way since they didn’t seem to be slowing down, (would they willingly crash into all you? nah…right?). 

they all suddenly stopped right in front of you, unceremoniously dropping yuuji. he didn’t lose his balance though, standing up straight away and throwing his hands up in anger. 

“hey!! what’s the big idea here?!” he was yelling, his face twisted in confusion and frustration. “you can’t just pick me up and take me wherever you want!!”

“actually, i can! maki, panda!! let’s scram!!” gojo said, a big smile on his face as he started shooing them off. 

“hah? why should we-?” 

“c’mon c’monnnn! listen to your teacher for once!” gojo interrupted, taking hold of both of their shoulders and pulling them along with him. “ oh, and (y/n)! yuuji has something to say to you!” megumi and nobara followed behind him as they shook their heads, leaving you and yuuji staring at them in shock as they all walked away. 

“what the hell just happened…?” you asked, your question hanging in the air as you watched them all promptly exit the scene, (you could still hear maki arguing with gojo in the distance which you thought was a bit funny). 

yuuji didn’t answer your question, his jaw hanging wide open as he watched everyone walk away and leave him there. 

“uh, yuuji…? you alright? gojo-sensei said you have something to say?” you asked, a bit concerned. yuuji was finally looking at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to say something, (were his cheeks pink? are you imagining things?). it was odd to see him acting so timid, especially when he was usually so excited and friendly. maybe he was finally making a move? 

no, you shouldn’t get your hopes up. 

“i…uhh…” he managed to let out, his hands moving to his head to mess with his hair. you nodded patiently, waiting for him to say something. 

“yes?” 

“i…you…uhhhh…” he shook his head, his hands suddenly slapping his cheeks. “i like you!!” he exclaimed, his eyes screwed shut. “i really like you and panda said that you liked a guy from kyoto so i wasn’t going to say anything but nobara said i should go for it and i wasn’t going to but then gojo-sensei dragged me all the way here so i kinda feel like i have to say it now! i’m sorry!!!” you stared as he talked, not even taking a breath between his sentences as words poured out of his mouth. at the end of it he bowed deeply to you, his arms stiff at his sides. 

all you could do was stare at him for a few moments, his talking being too fast for your brain to process all at once. the silence was thick over the two of you as he anxiously waited for an answer from you, whose eyes were blown wide as you realized what was happening right now. 

the first thing you did was gently grab his shoulders, pulling him up from his bow and smiling at him, your hands moving to hold his, (you found it cute that his palms were sweating a bit). 

the second thing you did was giggle a bit at his flushed and embarrassed expression; you didn’t think you’d ever see him like this, but you were glad that you were. 

“yuuji! i thought you would never say anything! i like you too~!” now he was the one staring at you with wide eyes, his gaze flicking down to look at your joined hands, then back up to your smiling face. 

“me? you like me?!” he asked in shock. 

“of course, silly!” you answered, squeezing his hands a bit. “i’ve liked you since the first day i met you. i was waiting for you to realize!” yuuji continued gaping at you, his shock extremely evident on his face. “was it really not that obvious?” 

“i’m kinda stupid, so i didn’t know…” he mumbled, his eyes staring deeply into your own, almost as if he was searching for your feelings in them. a smile suddenly bloomed on his face, his shock melting away as he gave you the most genuine and happy grin you’ve ever seen in your life, (you’re being blinded!!). 

“will you let me be your boyfriend?” he asked, lacing your fingers together. “i can’t say that i’m the smartest and i can’t say that i’m the strongest, but i will do my best to make you happy!” 

there was a particular shine of complete and utter love in his brown eyes that beamed a light straight into your heart; a complete k.o!

“guh, yuuji…” you said, your head dropping down. “my heart…” 

“what?! are you okay, (y/n)??” 

“ahhh, you’re so cute…!” you exclaimed, popping your head back up to beam at him. “let’s go do something!! right now!” 

“r-right now!? where-?!” you cut his words off by starting to drag him with you, beginning to jog a bit. he confusedly jogged behind you, but despite his confusion his hand held yours in a firm grip, blindly following your lead as you led the both of you down the halls. 

“somewhere! wherever we find something cool!” you giggled, going outside the school and leading him in the direction of the city. “let’s get some good food! oh, and maybe we can watch a movie or something! didn’t you want to watch that worm movie?” 

“human earthworm 4? seriously?! you’ll see it with me??” yuuji asked, his expression dumbfounded and elated at the same time. 

“of course! i would do anything if it was with you!” 

“h-huh?! anything?!”

“yep! anything!” you smiled, looking back at him. his cheeks were completely flushed by this point, the pink shade being darker than his hair color. even more obvious than his flustered state though was how happy he was; his face was contorted in the most beautiful grin you think you’ve ever seen and you almost trip over your own feet because you’re so happy too. 

“...i-i would do anything too! if it was with you!” he exclaimed, unconsciously helping you jump over a big root in the pathway. “i think anything would be good if it had you!” 

“do you mean it?” 

“of course i do!! i feel like you always have this sort of aura that’s just like whoosh! and then i just feel better, even if my lunch got stolen out of the fridge!” 

“haha, i have an aura? don’t worry though, i’ll protect your lunches from now on!! you won’t need my aura because-!” 

“no, i do need your aura! always!” 

“hmm, well i guess we could arrange that, right?” you mused, giggling. yuuji’s eyes drifted to his view of your smile, your joyful expression making his heart go ten times faster than it already was. 

hey! not that he’s complaining…it’s really nice, so….his heart rate be damned!! 

yuuji doesn’t know if there’s a god out there or a higher power, but he hopes that he can be able to relive this moment with you forever, (would it be too much for him to ask to be with you forever? it would be, right?).

[breeyn]

An essay rebutting the “bad writing” claims of s2 ofmd. Spoilers herein.

I’ll preface this with saying you’re obviously allowed to like and dislike whatever you want. I am in no way opposing that. And your reasons are your reasons. Have at. (Also - this is a collection of observations from the past few days, I’m not calling anyone out)

I AM going to rebut the idea that season two was poorly written and lost the spirit of what the show is about.

My favourite movie of all time is Empire Strikes Back. It’s been my favourite movie since I was four. I’m pretty sure it’s a fave of David Jenkins, too. He and Taika have made absolutely no attempt to hide their love of all things 80’s - Prince, the Princess Bride, Kate Bush, Star Wars, etc.

I have ancient video tapes (that I can’t play because who has a vcr) where Lucas is interviewed by Leonard Maltin? Malkin? I dunno. Who cares. Maltin asks him about the Star Wars (original trilogy) story arc. Lucas says “in act I, you introduce all the characters. In act II, you put them in a situation they can’t get out of, and in act III, they get out of it.”

That’s how it works. This is how stories and literary structures work.

Of course you’re not satisfied with season two. You’re not supposed to be.

The arguments I have read on why s2 loses the spirit of s1 is because no one heals. No one learns anything. No one moves forward properly. The person who makes the biggest move towards healing dies. The two main characters end the show doing the exact fucking thing they had promised themselves and each other they wouldn’t do. Our romantic lead still doesn’t understand his value or make any headway on addressing his tragic flaw. It makes no goddamn sense.

My gremlins in weird: it’s not supposed to. In Act 2, EVERYONE LOSES. This is how it goes.

I’ve read a lot of people saying “but this felt like a series finale, not a season finale.” We all know that outside politics play a part here, the strikes make everything precarious. I remember the last writers strike. It destroyed tv for fifteen years. Anyone remember Pushing Daisies? Some of y’all have never had your fave show cancelled with zero resolution for the characters and it shows.

Daddy J did us a kindness. He softened the blow of a tough season. After the brutal cliffhanger of s1, he gave us a little softness and hope. All those things you’re mad aren’t resolved? It’s because THE STORY ISN’T OVER.

No one on earth thinks “stuff all your trauma into a box and ignore it” is good advice. A way to actually live. This show did not have enough screen time to throw out dialogue for no reason. There was foreshadowing in s1 for s2, and there is foreshadowing for s3 in s2. This is a well-crafted story by very smart people who care very much for these characters. There is zero chance Frenchie explained the box in his head for no reason. The reason people have not resolved their trauma and growth is because they haven’t done it *yet*.

And friends - it’s not thinly veiled. They straight up fucking tell us what they’re doing.

Luke Skywalker spends the first two movies fucking up and desperately trying to prove himself and just generally being an idiot. Sound familiar? He ignores the lessons he is supposed to be learning to go off and do what he feels like doing, and loses fucking badly. At the end of Empire, Han is gone, Luke and Leia wave goodbye to the Falcon that has Lando and Chewy - the rest of their crew - aboard. Everyone has lost everything they care about. Vader is undefeated. Yoda is pissed. Nothing is resolved.

You see where I’m going?

If you think I’m stretching this too far, welp, when Ed tells Stede he loves him - the climax of the finale - Stede quotes Han fucking Solo. Like - *it’s right there*. The story structure. The reason everything is unresolved.

So yeah. They wave goodbye to their ship because they have wounds to heal (like Luke’s hand). The people aboard the ship have things to find. Ed and Stede have *not* learned their lesson about whims and how not to be like Anne and Mary. It’s not stupid that they’re doing the same thing, and it’s not pointless that we were shown Anne and Mary. It’s all relevant.

The resolution comes in Act 3. None of these people are done. The story is far, far from over. And just in case the studios want to be dicks about it, David Jenkins was lovely enough to not repeat my enduring heartbreak over Pushing Daisies.

Thank you, @davidjenks 🖤

[raineandsky]

#109

When the doorbell rings, the hero’s kind of hoping it’s the pizza delivery guy.

They open the door to find, tragically, not the pizza delivery guy.

“Uh,” the villain says, “hi.”

The hero isn’t entirely sure what sequence of words would best fit this scenario. “Hi?” is the best they can do.

The villain shuffles on their feet awkwardly. A pause hangs between them, filled by the distant roar of the city beyond. “I thought you’d ask why I’m here,” they say eventually.

“I’m more concerned about how you’re here.”

A smile threatens the corners of the villain’s mouth. “We know where all you heroes live.” The smile fades into nothing again. “Or just I know, now, I guess.”

“Okay.” The hero squints at the villain uncertainly. “I’ll entertain you. Why the hell are you standing outside my door?”

“No one wants to be a villain anymore. Everyone quit.” The villain’s face contorts into some unreadable expression. “It’s just me.”

That doesn’t sound right. From the villain’s slight grimace, they know it too. “Everyone… quit villainy,” the hero repeats.

“There’s nothing to gain from it anymore. We had a vote and I was the only one who wanted to keep going.” The villain’s gaze dips to their hands as if they hold answers. “They left me everything, but… I can’t do it all on my own. So I’m turning myself in.”

The hero stares at the villain for a long moment. “Even [Supervillain].”

“Especially [Supervillain].”

The hero steps aside with a sigh. The villain looks like they’re being invited into a pit of wolves. “You want me to come into your house?”

“My handcuffs are in my living room cabinet and I don’t trust you standing out there. It’s cold, anyway.”

The villain closes the door behind them in an uncharacteristic show of politeness as the hero digs through their drawers. They’re wiping their shoes on the mat when the hero gets back, cuffs in hand.

The villain holds their hands out and the hero clicks the cuffs around their wrists. It’s almost too easy. The question is sitting on the tip of their tongue.

“What’s the catch?”

The villain doesn’t seem surprised by the question. They shrug halfheartedly. “Dunno.” They glance about for inspiration. “All the others have gone into hiding, I guess. You have me, but everyone else will probably evade you for the rest of time.”

“Much like they already do.” The hero manoeuvres them to the sofa in the living room, giving them a nudge to make them actually sit down. “You make it sound like you’ve been left in charge of the entire criminal organisation.”

The barking laugh the villain lets out is entirely fake. Too sharp, too short. “I have.”

“So villany will collapse without you.”

The villain shrugs again, the motion laden with effort. “Not like anyone else was willing to carry that burden—and I’m not either, hence why I’m, y’know…” They gesture vaguely at themself, in cuffs, in the hero’s living room.

The villain goes, villainy is defeated. No more villains, no more big crimes, no more heroes. Everything the agency has worked to be would collapse. The hero would be out of a job. It'd be over.

Yet here the villain is, giving everything up, taking the entirety of villainy down with them. The sole survivor of a shipwreck and wishing they’d gone down with the ship. A ship they don’t seem to realise the hero is on too.

The doorbell rings again, and the hero leaves the villain carefully settling on the sofa to answer it. They return with a giant grin on their face and a giant pizza box in their hands.

“Let’s worry about all this afterwards,” the hero says brightly. They brandish the box at the villain in the hopes of tempting them. “Want some?”

The tempting works; the villain reaches for a slice. “What a last meal.”

The hero sets the box on the coffee table as they flop back on the sofa. “I don’t know, [Villain],” they say with a smile, “I don’t think it has to be.”

[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 6

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

First - Prev - Next

CH.6

“Good evening, Stanley.”

“...”

“I can see in lieu of speaking, you have instead chosen to communicate with an obscene hand gesture- two obscene hand gestures. I'll excuse your immaturity because I understand you might be feeling… upset.”

“Upset? Me? What could I possibly be upset about?”

“I understand your current state of… lodging is making you apprehensive. On account of being involuntarily committed.”

“You not picking up sarcasm doesn’t surprise me. And this isn’t an involuntary commitment; this is an unlawful abduction and confinement. I have enough experience with both to know the difference.”

“You what?”

“Ask me whatever stupid questions you’re about to ask, but I refuse to stand up. This is literally the first bed I’ve had since prison; and in that bed I had to worry about bed bugs, dirty needles, poisonous snakes… and Jorge.”

“What was that last thing that you just whispered to yourself?”

“Don’t worry about it. Now, what do you want, Doc? You here to scan me again? Get me to take more drugs? Ask me weirdly personal questions like your hot friend?”

“I want to talk. I may have come on a little strong when we crossed paths in town, in order for you to truly understand where I’m coming from, I’m going to have to give you some context in place of your lost memory.”

“Please tell me you’re not about to give me the tragic backstory of you and your missing twin.”

“Listen, Stanley, you don’t remember this; but we had a falling out ten years ago.”

“Aaand you’re doing it. Yeah, that’s pretty much what I was expecting. Fine, I’ll play along.”

“We were in our senior year of high school. You ruined a project of mine, and it cost me my dream college. We had a fight, and you got- you left home after that.”

“Man, dunno why I’d do something like that.”

“You were scared of me leaving you.”

“Did a shitty thing, and ended up alone anyways. That's something I'd expect from me.”

“And then you tried to justify it and say there was a silver lining-.”

“I’m sorry.”

“...What?”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“... Where’s your excuse?”

“Hm?”

“Your excuses- your reasons? You cannot just apologize- so casually.”

“Sure I can. I just did. You don't accept it, that’s your right."

“...You don’t mean that.”

“Naw, I’m pretty sure no one deserves to be betrayed. I’m sorry you were.”

“Saying sorry doesn’t make it okay.”

“Didn’t say it did. Nothing can- it’s already happened, and there’s no changing it. You don’t wanna forgive and forget? I won’t make you.”

“And you’re going to simply… move on?”

“Look, PhD, I can’t tell you why your real twin did what he did, or what was going through his head when he did it. But he did the wrong thing to the wrong person, and paid for it. It’s too bad you had to pay for it too.”

“You are-.”

“Can see why you’d get us mixed up though. All I do is ruin things, too. Maybe if that thing with your project hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t be a wackjob who carries a tranq gun with him everywhere and abducts people off of the street.”

“I’m not mixing anything up. You are exactly who I keep trying to tell you that you are. You’re just not you right now.”

“I’m never anybody but me. You feel better now? Get all of that out of your system?”

“Now that I have told you what separated us-.”

“I’m gonna take that as a no.”

“Can you fill me in on the years that followed?”

“Doc, a lot of what I remember is like smoke - it’s hazy, and it’s hard to hold onto, can you be specific?”

“How about we start with something tangible?”

“Like what?”

“I am going to slip a paper and a pen through the slot in the door. Write down a list of the people who’ve tried to kill you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. You told my associate a number of alarming things during his interview with you, and he reported that a not insignificant number of those things revolved around people trying to kill you.”

“A lot of them still want me dead, you know. If they figured out where I was, they might raid this place. It’s not too late to just… let me go, and we can pretend none of this happened. I’m not gonna hold a grudge against you, it's clear to me you've got issues because your real twin is either dead or hiding in Cuba.”

“They can try. They’ll fail.”

"Gutsy. We coulda been friends if you weren't insane."

"...We were."

"If you say so."

To be continued...

[katyawriteswhump]

What happens in ’88, stays in '88 💝

@steddiemas ‘ends and beginnings’ prompt, ‘first’ @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt, ‘midnight’ and @steddiebingo fill, ‘room-mates au’ thank you to everyone who runs these lovely events💝

Rating: M; WC: 986 CW: mentions of smoking and drug use, sexual content (not particularly explicit); Tags: roommates au, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, Buckingham. Summary: University room-mates Steve and Eddie have gone from hating each other to getting along just fine. Then they go and spoil it all by kissing and exit strategies must be deployed… right?

💝💝💝💝💝

The catastrophic first kiss occurred in Chrissy and Robin’s dorm room, during their end-of-semester party.

Chrissy and Robin were making out on a huge beanbag, engaged in some serious mutual boob grope-age. Steve attempted to look anywhere-but-there, while Eddie cracked up at Steve's hilarious blushes. With Debbie Gibson’s ‘Shake your love’ blaring from the stereo, he gyrated around Steve, hips wiggling, only a channel of steamy air between them.

“Wanna dance, Big Boy?”

“There’s only us four! Not that kinda party!”

“What kinda party is it then?”

“I dunno, I…”

Eddie was being a total dork, sambaing crotch-to-crotch with a wide-eyed, scared-shitless increasingly-pissed-off Steve.

Eddie grinned like an idiot. So did Steve. Okay, maybe he wasn’t that pissed off.

It happened.

Steve grabbed a handful of Eddie’s hair, mashing their faces together. Eddie plunged his tongue between those perfect teeth and invaded the rear of Steve’s jeans, enjoying a handful of that glorious ass.

They staggered apart when Chrissy whooped ear-piercingly loud, and Robin launched a party-popper above their heads.

The naked horror in Steve’s eyes reflected Eddie’s car-wreck of a reality-check.

“Fuck,” muttered Steve, plucking a streamer from his hair.

Eddie grimaced dramatically. Still wouldn’t have minded another taste of those saliva-soaked kiss-swollen lips.

They figured it out next morning, while packing to leave. Obviously, it was BAD. They’d hated each other for the first month of being roommates, had only recently figured out how to be friends.

“What happened in ’88, stays in ’88, right?” said Steve, neatly folding his underpants, which he ironed. Ribbing Steve about it would never get old, though right now, Eddie wasn’t in the mood. “Start next year like it never happened.”

“Okay.”  Eddie swallowed hard. Nope. Don’t care. “No calling over the holidays. Zero contact.”

“Wasn’t gonna call anyway.” Steve’s tragic puppy-dog eyes undermined his bitchy tone.

After Steve hauled ass with his army of Armani suitcases, Eddie muttered: “Preppy douchebag.”

…

Steve struggled through Christmas. His parents' New Year’s Eve soiree was another matter.

“You really haven’t a girl to invite?” asked his father. “Never mind. I’ve asked the Wheelers. Including Nancy.”

His father winked.

Steve needed ‘out.’ He told them he’d had an invite from Chrissy—whose dad was running for Congress, so they’d not argue—then spent New Year’s Eve driving.

Dreaming of the day he’d be brave enough to simply say ‘no.’

And dreaming about Eddie, which knotted his insides and made him utterly miserable.

It would be good to figure things out alone.

Or not.

When he arrived at uni, Metallica blasted from his dorm-window and shook the foundations of the building.

“What the fuck?” yelled Eddie, when Steve edged their door open.

“Nice to see you too, Munson.”

Eddie had returned early, so his uncle could meet old friends. Wayne wanted to skip the reunion for Eddie, who in turn told a white-lie about an unmissable New Year’s Eve gig.

Steve sighed, shoulders slumping: “I’ll sleep in Robin’s bed. Got a key.”

“Yeah, to her room. Not their house.” Edde beamed daftly. “Fancy a little breaking and entering?”

Steve didn’t. Besides, as Eddie pointed out, they’d gotta negotiate the awkwardness sooner or later.

“Oh, I’m over it,” Steve said tightly. He wasn’t, but Eddie clearly was, so…

Eddie shrugged. “Guess I better find my headphones.”

“Nah, leave your music. Just… not too deafening.”

It was better than the torturous silence of his pointless thoughts.

He’d missed everything about being with Eddie. Even the stuff he hated himself for, like how he’d bitch when Eddie ‘borrowed’ his shower-gel then practically get high inhaling Eddie-ness tinged with those dark-cherry aromas. He missed even the stench of Eddie returning from a late-night Corroded Coffin gig, wired, sweaty… smokin’ hot.

He’d missed their casual banter most of all. Everything was so messed-up now.

He sat on his bed, face-palming with a slap.

“Got a few beers in,” said Eddie. “Not enough to get smashed but—”

They sat perched at the open window, so Eddie could smoke—couldn’t risk setting off alarms when they were the only students around to blame. This had become a late-night ritual, sometimes sharing a joint, giggling, stargazing.

Tonight, they shared a single beer and laughed more than ever before.

They kissed.

’Course they fucking did.

…

This time, Eddie wedged his hand down the front of Steve’s jeans. They mauled each other’s mouths like their lives depended on it.

Eddie wound up crashed against Steve, who was flattened against a wall, pants half-mast, while they hand-jobbed each other silly.

“Whoops,” panted Steve, once they were both thoroughly sticky.

Eddie lifted his chin from Steve’s shoulder to check his watch. “11.37 pm! Still ’88, dude.”

“Yeah, yeah. What happened in ’88, stays in ’88.” Steve nudged Eddie off, shivered. The radiator struggled to replace the warm air they’d let out while stargazing.

He looked so sad that Eddie wanted to kiss him again.

As if it might kiss away the dumb feelings surging in his own chest.

“Fucking HATE New Year,” said Steve. “Gonna shower.”

Eddie joined him. They kissed under the trickle of warm-ish water and then they were totally ready to jerk-off together again. So they did.

“Shit!” yelped Steve, striding from the bathroom with his towel around his waist.

Eddie, already in bed, was fantasizing about licking Steve’s chest. It took a moment to clock why Steve was so distressed.

Midnight had passed.

It was 1989.

Steve stood there, motionless, staring at Eddie, like Eddie could fix this somehow.

Which actually, he could. He rolled out of his bed and into Steve’s: “C’mon, Big Boy, room for two.”

Steve grinned and climbed in, and they snuggled together for warmth.

“We got a whole year to screw this up now, Harrington,” he murmured into Steve’s fragrant blow-dried hair.

“Or make it work?” whispered Steve, waaaaay too earnestly. “Happy New Year, Eddie.”

“Back at ya’, Babe,” smiled Eddie.

If just for now, it was.

💝💝💝💝💝

No pressure tags: @wheneverfeasible 💚 My stranger things fic on AO3

[lovelysheree]

When they were in junior high, Rayla’s uncle, Runaan, and Callum’s stepdad, Harrow, both tragically died in a car accident. The event rocked both of their lives, but in it, Callum and Rayla found each other. Through court battles, lawsuits, and plenty of tears, Callum, Ezran, and Rayla worked together to help their families come to an understanding. Despite the grief, it almost felt like a happy ending.

But then, in the middle of their freshman year of high school, Rayla disappears.

It’s been over two years since Callum’s last seen her. Over two years since she’d run away from the home they made together. Since then, sophomore and junior year of high school left him jaded. He shouldn’t be surprised he found out she was back through the rumor mill. Why would she have told him herself? Still, being just as shocked as any other student at this school when she’d shown up the first day of senior year was… shitty. Just a few hours in and his school year was already off to a great start.

To make it even worse? They’ve been paired together for their senior project.

She’d said nothing more than a weak ‘hey’ since she awkwardly sat down at the desk next to him. When she spoke next, he almost didn’t recognize her voice. It had been so long since he’d last heard it. “So… how should we…?” He hated how much he missed it. “I don’t care. I’ll do some research tonight and throw some sources into the google doc,” he answered, refusing to look at her. He busied himself by shoving his notebook into his backpack. “What should I do?” she asked, this time her voice sounded annoyed. She was annoyed? He felt indignation rise to the surface, but he stuffed it down. He didn’t want to give her the pleasure of seeing him angry. “I dunno, figure it out. You can…” he shrugged, swinging his backpack over his shoulder as he stood up. “Just take whatever else is left.”

[heraldofcrow]

how about 7 and... 8... for them...

THE 8 BALLS AKDJD

8, please…I’m so sorry for the wait, this was RIDICULOUS OF ME AND I SHOULD BE SHOT BY THE FIRING SQUAD!

But first let me answer 7 and 8 for each of these blorbos

~

Aerith

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

A little bit. Only because she’s around my own age and I really love characters in their 20s these days instead of teen characters, if we’re talking about younger demographics only. Yeah, it’s probably because I’m in my dreaded 20s and I am relating to my peers in media, but for Aerith specifically, I like how she’s a perfect cross between strong maturity and a goofy, childlike spirit. She matches her age well.

It also matters because her death is twice as tragic when we know she had her whole life ahead of her and was only just starting to figure it out :(

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

I have to admit, yes. Very much. I love Aerith’s design so much. Her hair (her bangs!!!) and eyes just scream EARTH and a daughter of earth. The vivid green and soft brown. She’s like a wood nymph.

And then her clothes, with the pink and red + flower necklace…I dunno, she has both a classic girly look but mixed with some cool style. Flowery with an edge, just like her. To me that all matches with her character, so it does matter to me!

~

Cloud

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

I think Cloud’s age is important because 21 was widely considered the age of maturity/adulthood in parts of the world, and Cloud’s entire story in FF7 is finding himself, his real identity, and coming into that state of maturity and individuality after a period of uncertainty and fracture. I think there’s a symbolic significance to that, so his age does matter in that sense.

He’s also just a relatable af twenty-something-year-old.

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

Hmm. With Cloud, I definitely like his classic spiked hair lol. And his design is iconic, of course. He’s our amgery chocobo swordsman.

Other than his basic looks, I love the buster sword on him because it gives him the Guts/Berserk vibe. I’m not a huge fan of the classic blue SOLDIER uniform though, but if anyone can pull it off, Cloudy can. I admittedly don’t have super strong opinions on his looks otherwise, but that’s not a bad thing for me! He’s just…HIM.

~

Sephiroth

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

Fuck yes. Because I want to know it for real. Or not, because that keeps the significance of NOT knowing it alive and well, as the gods intended.

I can’t decide. It really matters to me though. It plagues my mind. The fourth-wall break in all the guidebooks where they’re like, “Oh uwu, we don’t know any of his personal details, not even his age or birthplace teehee 👉👈” is infuriating and yet effective. It makes Shinra feel real.

Of course Shinra couldn’t reveal his age. They sent him to war at *checks timeline notes* what was probably 13-14, and then conveniently permitted that to be the general recruitment age.

Hell, that ain’t legal. Oh wait. It IS if you don’t let the public know. I hate it and love it.

He’s probably 14 in First Soldier, 25 at Nibelheim and 30 in the main story, but not knowing for sure because of deliberate obscurity in the narrative just…haunts the soul….

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

Yeah. Every detail. His stupid gothy, stylish uniform makes me think too hard about its significance when there probably isn’t much outside of Nomura being Nomura. Seph’s hair is extremely important to be for so many reasons. His eyes are their own story. Every detail on his face, every flaw and blemish I can find in his rendering…I love. His build, his posture, and mannerisms. His voice. His sound, his presence.

His ridiculous 80 mile long sword, his wing and the feathers…the BLACK FEATHERS. His ascended, reborn form, his biblically accurate angel form, his MOST BELOVED SMOL FORM!

I’m gonna cr—okay sorry I’ll shut up <3

[nami-moittli]

Thinking about my Twst x Minecraft AU again so here’s some random anecdotes from that:

_—_—_

*Ruggie singing Hot To Go by Chappell Roan while chopping down trees*

*Another voice joins in. Ruggie stops for a moment as Kalim continues singing*

*The two then proceed to sing the song together while getting wood*

_—_—_

Leona, talking to his chat: “Why do I play with them if I hate them so much?”

Leona: Okay, come here, listen up, I’m going to tell you a secret:

Leona, whispering really close to the mic: I don’t actually hate them. If most of us actually hated each other, we wouldn’t be playing Minecraft together

Leona, speaking normally again: We were all friends before this, with people occasionally bringing new people into our group chat, and one day we decided ‘Hey, we all like watch Minecraft and stuff, why not make a SMP? We have enough people for it’

Leona: We all hate each other as a joke. It’s funny to us

Leona: “Who brought in famous in famous actor and model Vil Schoenheit?”

Leona: Oh fuck, I dunno. Rook, I think?

Leona: Yeah, he’s enough of a freak for that, yeah

Leona: Fuckin’ weirdo

_—_—_

Ace: Hey! Hey Riddle! Look at this!

*Riddle looks over at him. Ace makes direct eye contact (as much as you can with block people) pulls out a shovel and starts digging straight down*

*Riddle takes a deep breath, calmly takes out his sword, and jumps down the hole*

Ace: WAIT! WAIT I’M SORRY-

{Xx_-TrumpofHearts-_xX was slain by QueenRulebookofHearts using [Off With Your Head]}

{CrimsonSlumber: lol}

_—_—_

*In the end, about to face the ender dragon*

Lilia: Does anyone else think about how tragic the ender dragon is? I mean, when you kill her, she drops her egg. There’s no other dragons. Just her and her baby. And you kill her and take her child as a reward. Where’s her mate? Gone? Dead? Who knows. Certainly not us.

Everyone else: …

Lilia and Ace at the same time: Anyway, let’s go kill this thing!/I’m going to push you off this ledge

Lilia: Please don’t, I don’t want to lose all my stuff

Deuce: Does anyone remember Purple Shep?

Malleus: I’m actually the son of the Ender Dragon

Leona: Is that really the lore that you want to make right now? Right before we kill her?

Malleus: Ah-

Sebek: At the very least he’s a Ender Dragon

Silver: Yeah, he’s definitely an Ender Dragon

Ruggie, snickering: So what I’m hearing is that your dad got custody in the divorce

Jamil: Ah, so you’re killing her for making her deal with your dad, I see, I see

Vil: That feels a bit extreme for that…

Idia: TBH ya’ll are talking like a bunch of people who don’t know you respawn the Ender Dragon lol

Lilia: Oh shit really?

Malleus, chuckling: Oh, yes, that’s it. I’m going to kill her and bring her back to life as revenge for my father

Cater: I cannot wait for the fan reception to this, they’re going to go crazy over this lore drop

Ortho: I’m going to go crazy over this lore drop!

_—_—_

I think that’s about all? For now at least lol, I hope these were funny! Not sure if I’ll keep Ace and Riddle’s usernames tho

[thewulf]

A Week Too Long || Remus Lupin

Summary: Request - As always I have another request. Can do you a small thingy of Remus x sleepy reader? Like just always tired and would rather nap together than go out. Maybe she falls asleep at breakfast and then the rest of the marauders go looking for them two and find them napping in bed together? Just something cute and simple about cuddles and being sleepy together 💕💕

A/N: I love sweet and soft Remus. Thank you for the request @loving-and-dreaming !!

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Y/N

Word Count: 1.6k+

It had been another night of rather tragic sleep. It happened every year when you got back to Hogwarts. It’s like your brain failed to comprehend what the hell sleep was. You didn’t know if it was the excitement of being back and being around everybody again, the nerves for a new school year, your worry for your werewolf boyfriend or what had you up all night, but sleep evaded you for the better part of it.

“Hey.” Marlene giggled waving a hand in front of your face, “Are you even listening to me?”

Your glazed over eyes snapped back into focus, “Sorry Marls.” You sighed, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

She frowned, “Again?” Looping her arm with yours she guided you along the corridor towards the Great Hall.

“Every year.” You shrugged bringing your hands up to your eyes. You tried to rub the sleepiness away, but it didn’t seem to help much. Your eyelids felt like cinder blocks that kept wanting to be dragged down and down.

“What’s that about anyway?” She asked spotting your friends from the doorway.

You let a yawn out before answering her, “I dunno. Think I just got to get used to it again. I’ll be fine in a few days.”

She all but dragged you over to the table. You felt like you were going to fall asleep with your eyes open at this rate, “Remus, your girlfriend.” Marlene unhooked herself from you before bouncing off to sit somewhere else. Did she just drop you off with your boyfriend?

“Darling,” His smile dropped when he saw your state, “Sit down, what’s wrong?”  Shooting up from his seat he made you sit down with a gentle touch. You were so tired you hadn’t heard the snickers from his, and now your, friends from behind you.

“Rem, I’m fine. Just tired.” You let out another yawn. Your brain desperate for some oxygen to wake you the hell up.

“Yeah Remy, she’s fine.” James teased turning his voice up an octave earning a glare from Remus as he sat back down next to you.

“Bugger off James.” Remus turned back to you making sure to flip his friend off in the process.

“Didn’t know Remus had it in him.” Sirius just had to add in. He leaned forward on the table, an amused expression gracing his lips as his eyes bounced between the two of you. The two of you were nothing new, having been going strong for over two years now. Naturally, you’d grown quite close with his shithead friends that you really did love. They were everything and more for Remus and that meant to the world to you. An incredible human loved by more incredible humans.

You peaked over giving him a broad smile, “James, Sirius, Peter… lovely to see you all again. How was your holiday?” You asked to nobody in particular letting out another yarn trying your darndest to keep your eyes open.

Without hesitation, Remus guided your head to his shoulder. He should’ve known. He saw you like this last year and you’d always mentioned how the start of the year left you sleepless.

“It was fine.” James grinned seeing the soft side of his long-time werewolf friend come out.  James would never admit it, but he dreamed of a relationship like the two of yours. The two of you were each other’s safe spaces. You told each other everything. You also gave the other person enough space to grow and flourish on their own. Only pulling them back when they needed it.

Sirius nodded turning back to you. His smile grew into a sneaky little grin seeing your eyes close on Remus’ shoulder, “Let’s just say I’m glad to be back. And she looks like she is too.” You felt Remus’ hands run through your hair. You just knew he was throwing a glare at his best friend. Probably telling him to shut the hell up. Remus always made sure to put you first, even in front of his friends. It never ceased to make your heart swell with the utmost love.

You smiled letting the group know you heard them. Truth was you were glad to be back. You were more than thrilled to be back with your best friends and boyfriend. How cool was it that you got to spend the next ten months with them? Coming from a muggle home the concept of Hogwarts never ceased to amaze you. You were more than thankful for everything your life had thrown at you, no matter how stressful being twelve was. Imagine, you thought you knew the world and then you were thrown into an entirely new one.

“When the bell rings what do you say we skip potions and go take a nap instead?” He asked whispering into your ear

You opened an eye looking right at in not knowing if you heard him right, “Did my studious boyfriend just suggest skipping class?” You soft smile turned into one much wider knowing you’d corrupted him down to the core in the most innocent way possible. Sleep and snuggles were now his weakness. You, sleep and snuggles was all he needed to survive in this world.

He nodded quickly peaking his eyes back at his oblivious friends, “Slughorn probably won’t even notice love. Let’s get you nice and rested up for charms after lunch. How does that sound?” He gave your nose a quick kiss earning a gag from Peter and a snicker from James. Menaces, all of them.

You nodded almost breathless from the sheer intimacy of the moment, not even his friends could ruin it, “That sounds amazing Remy.” You nodded with the lightest touch of a blush on your cheeks. Even after all this time he still made you feel those butterflies like it was the first time all over again.

As if time was reading your mind the bell chimed letting students know it was time to get a start to their day. Remus waved off his friends letting them get a head start. He knew they wouldn’t get nervous until class started and the two of you didn’t show up. He knew their alone time was limited so the second they disappeared from the Great Hall he tapped your shoulder whispering, “Let’s go love, let’s get some sleep.” He pulled you up beside him softly before walking you back to the Gryffindor common room.

It was all a blissful blue of happiness up until you heard James’ obnoxious laugh echoing from the bubble Remus placed around you. Perks of having a genius boyfriend, he knew all the useful charms. You grinned seeing your boyfriend try and shush his loud roommates trying not to wake you up.

He looked back, his shoulders visibly deflated seeing your eyes open. You heard a faint, “You guys woke her up!” Before he cast the charm away with a simple flick.

“It’s our room too!” Sirius whined sitting down on the foot of his bed.

Peter nodded agreeing with his friend, “Yeah!”

You yawned stretching your arms out towards your boyfriend. A lopsided grin crossed his face seeing you reach out for him so needily. He obliged, walking towards you quickly. You nuzzled your head into his chest once he pulled you back into him, “It’s okay boys. I needed to get up anyhow.” The steady beat of Remus’ heart had other plans for you though. Your eyes shut again once he began running his hands through your hair letting you sink fully into him.

You didn’t notice that Remus cast the spell once more silencing you into a bubble once more. He shooed them out successfully letting you fall asleep for another little bit. Remus continued to stroke your hair smiling down at his sleepy girlfriend. He couldn’t believe how truly lucky he was to have you in his life. He planned to have you in it for a long, long time more now knowing he could do it. He could be a part time monster and you still loved him.

“Hi Remy.” You soft voice tore him away from his thoughts.

He looked down at you with a sweet smile, “Hi love, sleep okay?”

Nodding quickly, you answered him, “Better than I have in a while.”

Leaning down he kissed your temple, “Good.” He kissed you once more before continuing, “I missed you.”

You giggled, “it’s only been a week since I’ve seen you Rem.”

He shrugged, “A week too long.” He pulled you in closer to him. He smelled your hair always loving the scent of your shampoo. It always brought him comfort when he needed it most. The two of you had made it a point to see each other a few times throughout the summer when the other wasn’t traveling. Yes, he’d seen you a week ago, but it was too quick of a trip to your parents’ house. He wasn’t able to do this, no not at all. This was what he wanted and craved. You in his arms snoozing away. This was his version of heaven. You were the something he’d always dreamed of.

You nodded, “A week too long, indeed.”

He leaned down to capture your lips on his. His sweet kisses always seemed to catch you off guard. When he pulled away your cheeks were ablaze, pupils blown out in love, terribly breathless. Remus grinned seeing the state he left you in, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you so much Remy.” You grinned laying your head down on his chest once more letting him hold you. You knew he’d get you going for charms if he really wanted to. This too was your version of heaven and you too weren’t terribly keen on giving it up.

Permanent Taglist (Message me or comment below if you want to be added!): @loving-and-dreaming @kmc1989 @memeorydotcom @matisse556 @buckylov3r @taygrls @ah-blossom

[arpstail]

Day 1827 of, these sharks live SUCH a tragic life

hi guys!!! I was just rereading castle swimm- OH MY GOD?

do they not usually get fed everyday…?????? (No, the answer is no..)

This is actually a point I’ve BEEN making, the sharks were starved, no question about it. I mean even hunting their food has a high risk of either lots of injuries, or actually DYING..

Walk with me for a second

INFACT??? THEY FEEL LUCKY WHEN NOBODY DIES WHILE HUNTING..??

Which this also implies that when they DO eat, it’s not a lot. That creature they killed was considered to be a big meal for everyone, which…hmm..REALLY..?

and I mean… And if we wanna go and be Marine biologist!!!! Sharks can go up to like six weeks without eating, and that’s just blue sharks! And ANOTHER FACT, sharks are omnivores so they can infact eat plants and stuff, however….have you seen the castle and the environment they live in…

the whole castle is actively…CRUMBLING.. and even the curse takes part in this. Going outside to hunt is basically life threatening, and I doubt they hunt often because of this. Especially considering the fact that their numbers are diminishing, there’s only a few hundred of them.

now obviously this may be a small..reach considering the portions they all get were pretty decent in size. though this doesn’t mean they get that daily, or often at all. And again future maybe marine biologist here! They’re sharks… they’re probably not eating to the recommended standard anyways.

There was actually some REALLY nice head canons that inspired me to share these from my notes a few months ago by @hopeful-puffin that shares most of my thoughts. (Please check it out they’re SO GOOD. I love you hopemwamwanmwah)

anyway

I actually thought I’d share a few of my own head canons as well! Not sure what more I could say I haven’t already.(I hope it’s ok to use this screen shot..)

I’ll make a more head canon centered post some other time hopefully maybe

I feel like siren not caring about food at all is really essential to his character considering the fact a large part of his character is centered around the guilt he carries. The worst part is? He can’t do anything to help, he isn’t allowed to. He can’t complain. And also taking into account that this guy has literally never gone outside for the first 18 years of his life???? This is literally the only thing he’s known. Hunting, to him, is life threatening no matter how skilled you are. He doesn’t know any other creatures other than 1 the ones brought to him and 2 the ones already in their environment. For siren, I’d imagine he doesn’t care what creature it is as long as it’ll feed the people.

now! Hold my hand for a moment.. picture this.

Seasons! Are there seasons in the castle swimmer universe? I mean..probably..I dunno, I’d have to go check after I post this.. BUT! Creatures are skittering around getting ready for..uhhh they’re equivalent to winter! So they aren’t obtainable at all this time of year.(assuming the sharks can’t hunt very far away, I mean they would surely die so) so..what do the sharks do? They can’t hunt, their resources are already as scarce enough as it is, and there really isn’t anything else around the castle..errrr..cave(?)

so what do they do? They have kids and elderly to feed! Sure they can could a bit without eating, but then what?

this is when it gets all edgy, and boo me all you want yeah IM CRINGE SURE WHATEVERRRRR

Sharks are known to eat each othe- NO DONT CLICK AWAY JUST HERE ME OUT… sharks can be!! Cannibalistic.! I’m sure you can tell where I’m going with this but I’m going to lay it flat just in case

The sharks resort to eating….,well I’m not sure if they’d be already dead, or dying, sharks. Either way! They’re suffering! They’re sharks! And they’re starved for food.

Now another way this headcanon can go is a little bit more morally gray, as we’ve seen sirens parents be(um maybe?) not sure if I’ve already talked about my shoal theories here BUT ANYWAY! Picture this, sirens dad, canonically, is a nurse. And siren is just lets say like 7 or 8, before he leaves(or maybe this is what drives him to leave) regardless, it’s winter, and shoals family is starving . So..what does he do!! as lightly as I can put this, he just secretly feed them the remains of others. He has the ability to do it I mean he’s a nurse. He can like do that…I guess. Point is, sometimes (actually ALL the time) nurses are forced to do things others won’t agree with based of their morals. And in a situation where they were all desperate, this doesn’t seem that far out of the question. We ALL SAW THE END OF EPISODE 169.. castle swimmer has not shied away from being dark

If you made it this far I’m i love you.. MWAH! And hope if you too read this I LOVOVEEEVEVE what you do

Bonus cause I love him to death @linaisfunny @dumblond-ie

[butterflywannabefree]

Moodboards for @lmkobsessedmoth

Bro, where did my motivation go for me to be posting moodboards during the LAST MONTH OF 2024 ?! I don’t know but I am and still am ashamed. But hey, I’m here now. No time to procrastinate again when creativity means doing things for fun. And I admit, this was pretty fun. As the title suggests, these moodboards are dedicated to @lmkobsessedmoth who, I’m going to be honest, is one of the more nuanced artists in the LMK community. And one of the more underrated, I would say. They are the creator of the Death AU, an AU in which MK dies and is helped by their OC Yu Ling…At first. I don’t think it’s called the Death AU anymore and has a whole new plotline that involves spirits and monsters alike.

Which is understandable. Creators are able to change whatever they want about their AU and the characters within it. Lord knows how much I go back and forth on my own creations- Loyd, you’re my kindred spirit in that sense- But enough about that. I wanted to make moodboards, I made moodboard and you will now see the moodboards ! I’m back for now, baby, so let’s get the train moving !

Side note, I only made two moodboards for @lmkobsessedmoth ‘s main OC’s (Yu Ling and Diedie). I might be interested in making some for the others if we receive more about them. But for now, this is what I got.

First up is the main girl herself, Yu Ling. Or the Daughter of Death, as her title says. From what I know, Yu Ling is a being whose fate was reset by the gods, Erland and Guanyin. I believe her powers have something to do with souls and spirits. And in order to get that power, there was a deal made with the ten Yama Kings and she has been their student ever since, gaining many injuries from the accident which didn’t affect her. Though her origins were very different as in the beginning of the Death AU, she was originally meant to be a guide for MK when he died and helped him on his adventures.

Concept wise, that is a strong one. I’ve studied stories and writing before and I’ve always been one to enjoy anything relating to things like spirits and souls. So I really enjoyed learning about the AU. Even though things have changed, seeing Yu Ling change through it was also fun. Her design is both, dare I say, simplistic yet fancy. Loyd has managed the art of being able to replicate the artstyle of LMK almost seamlessly and Yu Ling looks like she could pass to be one of the characters. Simple but with just enough to make her stand out. Not to mention her character is pretty neat. When I was asking permission from her creator to make this, I asked them what represented her and I was answered souls, jade and stars. I think I leaned more into angsty territory by adding those quotes though. I dunno. I felt like they matched well enough. So I’ll give myself a pass. It goes with the picture I chose of Yu Ling well enough, I feel like.

Next is Diedie or Dandelion Child ! I’m gonna be honest and probably get hated for it but I think she’s more of my favorite than Yu Ling. Don’t get me wrong, both are great but I always did have an affinity for child characters. Especially…Ugh, tragic child characters. Loyd, who gave you the right to create one of the cutest little beans and put her through so much ? Is that even legal ? I doubt it. But it is what it is. From my research, Diedie is a child from 1920’s China. She became the guardian of an ancient artifact called the Lotus Reliquary after stopping a demon from destroying it. Diedie is also nonverbal and is seen as, and I quote, an INFECTION, by the villagers because of this and the way she acts.

Which…Bro, that makes me SO mad. If I had a choice, I’d burn that village down myself. But hey, fire is already a thing in Diedie’s story so I can’t do that. That’s all I can put in here. If you want to know more about her, please go check out @lmkobsessedmoth ‘s profile and check out their stuff. Pls, they are underrated and deserve attention. POSITIVE attention. Loyd, I hope I didn’t disappoint (as I usually do haha-) you with these moodboards. They were pretty fun to make and I’d be happy to do the rest of your characters when I have the chance. For now, I’m Vee and I’ll be back whenever with more moodboards if I can.

[lilacxquartz]

hey,can u plz share ur personal thought on gojo, Kenny,yuki and Megumi?

hahaah, personal thoughts. let’s see, let’s see. i’m so sorry for the upcoming yapping but. 😮‍💨 spoilers up ahead—HOWEVER BE WARNED IT IS A NOVEL OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY.

at the risk of having my gojo card revoked, i actually started off not really liking him too much because of the initial personality he let on. honestly props to gege for fleshing out his personality over the manga, because he quickly became one of my favourites.

i loved him as the concept of expected perfectionism from circumstances you can’t control. the idea of having to grow up perfect because you were had for a purpose is something i think unfortunately a lot of us can relate to even if we aren’t destined to be the strongest. (at the risk of doxxing myself, one of my parents is from a ‘we expect great things from you or else’ type culture/country that isn’t so common in the west) so seeing a character that actually does crumble in the representation is rare, to say the least.

the fact that he still tries to ensure that his students can have a semblance of a childhood despite their youth being fleeting to perhaps heal his inner child is something i won’t forget about his character and for that, despite his debut, will make him an eternal favourite among many in my heart.

ah kenjakuuuu. now that’s a difficult one because of the complexity of their character as well as the sheer depth due to how old they are. like because of them, the entire jjk plot line was able to take place and yet they’re not talked about as often. i feel like in some ways, gege made the perfect villain. i loved how unsettling they were when they talked and how it was always just like a slip away from being nonsensical. their unsettling smile that is built from centuries of just… existing, the things that they have to likely know. god. i dunno, it’s kind of attractive? even if they are a brain be damned, the cruelty and methodical aspect of their character just draws me in so bad.

i can’t help but want to always know more about them and i feel like i can forever explore their character for that reason because there’s so much potential to go with. i do understand why people hate on their character though because they are so evil lmao but that’s just evidence of them being the perfect villain, y know?

yuki, hmm. admittedly, i don’t really know a lot of her character because she was never a focus with writing for me. i have a very much later on upcoming yandere piece with her that i’ll study, but i think she’s honestly kind of realistic of a character, all things considered. she haunts the narrative by being a memory with the words she said to geto and for reminding choso that it’s okay to choose humanity which i liked about her involvement which is a pretty interesting scope of how the right words at the wrong time can be perceived to be harmful (what with her being blamed for geto’s dark side/decisions).

like, i don’t have a very in depth opinion of her but i like the way she was involved in the story. if there was more to her background, then it might have been different.

and finally megumi, poor megumi. :( i do feeeeeel like the general fanon conspiracy that claims that megumi shares a parallel with geto is at least true, because he does. my opinion of him is that i think to the younger fan base, that he’s relatable in a tragic way which makes him a well written character as well. i like him because he reminds me of being closed off and refusing to acknowledge vulnerability back when i was a teenager and while i thankfully didn’t have a cursed spirit inhabiting me and pushing my soul down, i think a lot watching/reading can relate to the limbo state his character was in. i think he deserved better from the start, which hopefully with how the ending goes, will never be challenged again.

SO SORRY FOR THIS NOVEL OH MY GOD

[littlemisssquiggles]

Alright… so in today's episode of Squiggles Talks more about Kamen Rider Gavv, I can’t be the only one who’s starting to get the feeling that Shouma may be somehow connected to the death of Hanto’s mom, right?

I say somehow because there is one major detail that makes the whole hunch not work and that is the age difference between Hanto and Shouma.

For me, I’m going under the presumption that Shouma is meant to be a few years younger than Hanto.

Given the fact that today’s episode revealed that Hanto’s mom’s attack happened 20 years ago, my hunch is this:

Seeing that all Granutes have a true form, including that of the Stomach Family, what if…it’s the same for Shouma despite him being a half-breed.

What if… Shouma secretly has his own full Granute form and his signature red Gavv was also created as a means of suppressing said form because Shouma can’t control his Granute side?

Assuming that all Stomach Family members were indoctrinated into the family business from a young age, what if… in the past, as a way to prove his worth to the Stomach Family, Shouma was made a part-timer against his will, forced to go to the human world to collect samples.

Similar to how we’re seeing random Granutes being hawled off the streets to be surgically modified and sent out as a pawns of Stomach Inc, imagine if that’s what happened to a very young Shouma.

What if…before he was given the Red Gavv, Shouma underwent another experiment that was meant to surpress his “weaker” human side and bring out his Granute side. In this unstable state, Shouma was sent to the human world but the experiment was a failure because Shouma lost control and ended up attacking and killing a human as opposed to simply collecting them as a sample as he was supposed to. And that human turned out to be Hanto’s mother.

This could explain why he has repressed memories triggered by the photo of Hanto’s mother. She was his first (and only) victim.

And perhaps it was because of this unfortunate mishap why Shouma was later operated on by his “granduncle” who fitted him with the red Gavv. But in undergoing this new surgery, Shouma lost all memory of his first time as a part-timer and a full Granute.

I can see this theory working since why else would Shouma be triggered by Hanto’s mom’s picture if he didn’t have a connection to her death? It has to be that, right?

Then again, I can think of one reason why this idea wouldn’t work and that has to do with the age difference between our main two riders. This theory only works if Shouma is meant to be older than Hanto. But…is he older though?

Personally, I always pegged Shouma to be younger than Hanto. But that could just be because physically, Shouma has such a natural baby face and child-like naivety about everything that it makes him seem younger than everyone else around him when in actuality, he’s probably old as balls.

Plus, Hanto does refer to Shouma as his “senpai” but that has more to do with the fact that Gavv has more experience than Valen when it comes to being a Kamen Rider and fighting the Granutes.

Hooooooooooooweeeeevvvvvvverrrr.....

Given the fact that Granutes can appear to look ANY age in human form, who’s to even say that Granutes even age the same as humans do. For all I know, a preteen Granute could have the strength of a full grown human in their prime.

I dunno. Some of this stuff just isn’t adding up. I need more details from the show to either support or fully debunk my theory.

For the time being, I’ll still hold onto it because one things’s for certain is that Shouma is definitely connected to Hanto’s mom’s death.

It would be absolutely tragic if it was later revealed down the line to Hanto that not only was Shouma, his senpai, fellow Rider in arms and even his friend, was not just a Granute, but the very same Granute that killed his mom. Add that on top of the fact that it’s Shouma’s own “family” who  have been kidnapping and killing humans for years.

If that doesn’t sound like the perfect recipe for some angst and feels then I dunno what is.

That would be just…insane if it were true.

But for now, it’s just a hunch. As always, I'm looking forward to next week's episode to see what the Gavv story has in store for us.

(On that note, CaKING looks f**KING badass! Looking forward to his debut next week).

~LMS (2024)

[lumisparks]

Redoing My Old KH OCs Part 1 --

Emi Kaibyo

Hello, everyone! This will be a short series about redoing my old KH OCs. I currently have 7... I think? ... I dunno, I’m losing track of how many I have “^ ^

Aaaaanyway, I’ve always wanted to share my OCs on the internet buuuut looking back... All I want to scream is a big, fat “NOPE!” when looking at their designs and stories.

I was kind of lucky not to share them especially the fact that 5 of them were cat hybrids(how I normally address half-human, half-animal characters). But now I get to upload a better version of them! So suffer with me to see their evolutions! Starting with Emi Kaibyo

--------------------------------------------------------------

1st Version(2015 – 2018)

(🚨 WARNING! 🚨 THESE TWO ARE OLD ART XP)

To start things off, she wasn’t named Emi yet. Instead; she was “Exaleme”, a nobody who used to be Eleame. Ex was the 15th member of the OG Org. Xiii. I made Ex and El when I was in 6th grade as I was new to KH at the time. Immediately, I made Ex because I thought Nobodies were cool as she was my KH self insert. So with my name “Emalee” and smack in the X... Exaleme was born. 

In a previous iteration, SHE WAS FULLY HUMAN. I don’t know why I changed her into a catgirl – but hey! I liked catgirls and now she’s a freak of nature. Now to Ex/Eleame’s backstory... 

It’s an average tragic past: her parents died, she was taken away into the castle, got killed, split into a nobody and Heartless, and she works for Org. Xiii for some -🦆- reason while her Heartless(Eleame) works for Ansem SoD for... SOME -🦆-ING REASON.

As for her personality, she’s supposed to be the shy, cutesy type. But instead in most drawings, she’s all happy or something. Idfk man

Oh yeah, did I mention I made Ex to be shipped with someone in the organization? Yeah... I don’t want to mention who though. I am too ashamed to say it and that’ll be for the best so no one will ever know.

2nd version...?(Around 2020s)

I don’t know if I would call it “2nd version”, it’s more like the processing stage. In the past, I didn’t do much to improve or redo her story because I was busy with school stuff. Despite Ex and Eleame being my first KH OCs, I kind of forgot their KH side of them. How? By going through various RPs and AUs with my friend from KH Amino to Discord.

I did manage to get some ideas though. Instead of having Ex and El being like 1 person, they’re twin siblings named “Emi” and “Elise”. Elise being the joyful older twin while Emi the cautious younger twin. Oh and their parents are alive and healthy. I still want to ship Emi with someone because... Why the hell not. Who would that be?

... ODDLY MICHAEL MOTHER 🦆-ING AFTON(In teen years) FROM GOD DAMN FNAF. IT WAS A ME AND FRIEND DOING RP STUFF THING.

... But also because I like Michael, alright? I’ll find a way to make them work in my KH story for the Kaibyo twins.

✨Final Version✨

Here she is! All human and not a catgirl. Don’t worry, I’m doing her sister next. As for her lore, she lives peacefully in Radiant Garden with her family.

Her dad Fuyu works as a captain of the castle guards while Emi, Elise, and their mother Caitlyn work at the Kupo Kafé. However, the family’s hometown will lose their peace in an upcoming darkness.

--------------------------------------------------------------

Check out part 2! → Elise Kaibyo

[player1064]

loving these drabbles and in need of some nice fluffiness so any chance for carraville being cute and very openly in love and slightly affectionate during the bts bits before stick to football :)

bts bits of stick to football are my LIFE FORCE honestly like. they're so insane about each other. they're SO insane about each other. also we r on the same wavelength bc literally all weekend I've been imagining what the bts bits would be like if they were all gross and couple-y and I have come to the conclusion that they would be INSUFFERABLE. obviously. and ignore everyone else to talk all sweetly to each other about random nonsense I HATE THEM!!!

---

“You’re sittin’ very far away, are you sittin’ far away?”

“I think –” Jamie starts, then has to pause so that the makeup artist can tilt his head slightly “—I think it’s the same as always, in’t it? Not like there’s much space back ‘ere, anyway.”

“Oh.”

Gary looks forlornly at his stool and gets up onto it, looking back and forth between himself and Jamie a few times as he does. He reaches across the table for a croissant, tears a piece off the end to nibble at tragically.

“Jamie, what is wrong with you, man?” asks Wrighty as he walks up to the bar with Roy. “Look at him, he’s all out of sorts! Can’t you shift your chair right an inch or two?”

Someone in the background mumbles something about camera positioning and tape markers on the floor, and Roy waves a hand towards them in agreement. “The chairs are exactly the same as they are every week! Jesus, Wrighty, you’re too soft on the lad.”

Jamie knows a losing battle when he sees one, mainly because every battle with Gary is a losing one, so he shifts his stool an inch closer to Gary’s.

“There, was’at so hard?” Gary says triumphantly, turning to Jamie all glowy, like.

They’re now sitting close enough that Jamie can knock his knee into Gary’s, which he does before he turns to the others and rolls his eyes.

Jill wanders over and starts chatting to Roy and Wrighty about something, weekend plans or football games maybe, Jamie’s not really paying attention. He takes the momentary pause in conversation on their side of the table to turn and look at Gary, leaning an arm on the counter so that he can rest his head in his hand.

Gary mirrors the gesture, kicks one foot out to gently knock the side of Jamie’s ankle. “Hiya,” he murmurs.

It’s annoying, how easily this filthy Manc can make him go all soft. “Hi yourself,” he replies with a smile. “Yer gonna out us to all your subscribers, you carry on like this.”

“Eh, we’ll edit around it,” Gary says, with all the confidence of someone who has no idea how editing works. “I missed ya, y’know.”

“I’ve only been in London two days, lad, y’don’t need to be so clingy. ‘s not becoming of a lady.”

“Shush, you. I were thinkin’, yeah, maybe when season’s over we could go somewhere for a bit.”

“Oh, you were thinkin’ were ya?”

“Mmm, somewhere warm. With private beach, maybe.”

“Won’t you have the Euros?”

“Dunno, maybe I’ll skip ‘em this year. Take it easy, like.”

Jamie never thought he’d see the day that Gary Neville willingly turned down work, and yet – he grins at him, reaches forwards to flick at Gary’s chest fondly.

He hears someone clear their throat, which instantly pulls him back to his surroundings and to the fact that the other conversations in the room seem to have ended. He huffs a laugh and leans back, raises an eyebrow at Roy.

Roy looks between Jamie and Gary with a smirk. Gary, seemingly unaware, closes the newly formed space between them by reaching over to tap Jamie on the elbow.

“Jamie,” he says, “Jamie, can you pass me the toffee popcorns?”

“No, they’re no good for ya,” Jamie replies. “’ave a satsuma instead.”

He makes the mistake of glancing over to Gary as he says this, who shoots him the most miserable little pout he’s ever seen in his life.

He wordlessly slides the bowl of popcorn over to him.

“Jamie,” Roy says, biting into the mini roll that Wrighty’s just handed him, “You have a problem. Seriously, I think you need help. An intervention, or summat.”

“Aw, no, I think it’s sweet,” says Jill. “Weren’t you ever young an’ in love?”

“They’re nearly fifty!”