#eh. I think it has crack potential at least

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

Shuichi's broken gaydar (Saiouma prompt)

Shuichi's gaydar only works if he's not involved

like he can look at strangers and know, if he sees his friend look at someone that isn't him he can immediately tell, but as for himself or people liking him - no, nothing

and if he was right about someone at first but starts catching feelings he's going to backtrack on his judgement like "what if I'm just imagining things, what if this was just wishful thinking?"

so when he realizes he has feelings for Kokichi he's like "oh my god, I've been stereotyping him all this time, just because he's… like that, doesn't mean he's gay, I've been so rude for assuming"

and when people try to help him he gives them an educational speech about how straight men can and should be comfortable with platonic physical affection and being a little gnc, so they shouldn't be assuming anything about Kokichi's sexuality as that might discourage him

Kokichi in the background banging his head against the wall bc Shuichi actually convinced some of the more naive of their classmates that he's hetero

Hina: Bro tried so hard And yet still got assigned heterosexual (Personally a fan of he technically has no labels but he's definitely not cishet)

Dra: Ask him his gender and he'll give a different answer every time (none being a gender)

Beez: pulls out a wheel and lets it determine his gender for the day

and me again: this is because when you become a Kokichi liker he takes your gender and puts it in this lottery sorting machine and he runs it every day picking genders for all of us including himself in a randomized order, hope that helps once you're a part of this organization this is OUR gender

bonus because we kept talking about v3 gaydars:

Maki only makes it seem like she has a good one bc she's always minding her business and doesn't act surprised when she finds out, so people think she could tell, but she probably didn't

Kaede's actually good, for the most part, but people can't figure her out, is she being nice or is she being flirty? meanwhile it's her figuring u out by seeing your reactions and then acting accordingly

can Kiibo get "didn't know not everyone is mspec" moment? He could only be an encyclopedia or oblivious and I think it's more likely he's oblivious

Beez: itd be funny if mius worked like shuichis but in the opposite direction if someone isnt instantly attracted to her she assumes their sexuality is the opposite [sentence that lead to me making the next AU in the queue, possibly my biggest banger this far, if I say so myself]

"All those titless straight girls, like I care, they're unfuckable anyway"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Retrogradation

Warnings: non/dubcon, coercion and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Part of Roo’s Pajama Party (October 7-8)

Prompt: Retrogradation - a backward movement. (List of prompts here) + this look

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. I hope you enjoy this one and have a lovely weekend.

This isn’t how you saw things going. Nothing ever really goes how you expect. You think you’d be used to it by now. That after all the disappointment, you would give up hope. You tried that too but it still hurts. 

You pull the blanket over the couch. You don’t anticipate a good sleep. The springs are broken and squeaky and the cushions not quite thick enough to pad the jabbing metal. You can’t complain, it’s somewhere to lay your head. That morning, you didn’t have even that. 

You try to fluff up the slightly dingy pillow. You just as sad for your brother as for yourself. This isn’t anyway to live. Thin walls, noisy neighbours, and that constant stale smell that doesn’t go away. Even so, you won’t spurn his kindness. It’s all you have. 

You can at least be grateful for the solitude. He left about an hour ago, said he’d be back in a few hours. You didn’t ask why. He’s an adult and you’re sure he has more to worry about than his errant sister. 

Before you can recline, footsteps make their way steadily down the hall. You stop and listen, watching the crack beneath door. For a moment, you think it’s just your brother but the knock that follows assures you otherwise. He wouldn’t do that. 

Hm. Maybe you should ignore it. If it’s his friend, they might assume that he’s not there. They knock again. It would be rude to not answer. What if it’s an emergency? 

You get up and cross to the door. You pause for just a moment as you think about how short your pajamas are. How the top is a bit too loose so that the top button hangs a bit lower than it should. They won’t think about that. 

You open the door and choke on your voice. You’re so stunned to see Mr. Smith there, you’re certain you’re dreaming. You must have fallen asleep and not even realised. You stare as his lashes flick to mirror your surprise. 

“Eh, think I might have the wrong place,” he says. “Sorry, love.” 

“That’s quite alright. It’s... do you remember me, Mr. Smith?” 

“Oh, yes, I do recall,” his cheek twitches, “you moved on from the kiosk, yes?” 

“I moved to the home store, sir,” you explain. He was a regular down at the south end location when you worked at the small coffee pop-up near the train station. “How are you doing?” 

He looks back and forth evasively and fixes his glasses, “very good, love. As ever.” He turns back to you. “And you...” his eyes wander up the splintering door frame, “suppose serving medium roast to the masses doesn’t pay much.” 

“It’s money. This... I’m...” you’re suddenly very self-conscious. Having to say it aloud is harder than you expect. “My brother’s letting me stay over. Just until I find a new place.” 

“Oi? What happened then?” He asks with a tweaked brow. 

“Evicted. They’re upgrading my flat to let at a higher price.” 

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very legal.” 

“I didn’t either,” you shrug. “Anyhow, I hope you find whoever you’re looking for.” 

“Me too. Say, I know it’s not your neighbourhood but you wouldn’t happen to know where I might find a lad by the name of Alex?” 

“Alex?” You echo and add your last name. “That’s my brother. How do you know him?” 

His blue eyes flicker and he takes a deep breath. His cheek ticks again. He smooths his hand over his slicked back hair. 

“Is he in?” He asks. 

“Not at the moment. Can I help? I can tell him you stopped by.” You offer. 

“Mm, well, it’s rather urgent. Any way you can tell me where he is?” 

You frown, “I can give him a call but I don’t know where he’s off to.” 

“That’ll do then.” 

There’s a solemnness to his agreement. He hardly seems happy about your solution. It is rather late. You suppose he doesn’t want to be waiting around all night. 

“Would you like to wait inside?” You ask. 

His cheek dimples and gives a single nod, “alright then.” 

You step back as he enters. You spin in search of your phone as the door clicks shut gently. You scoop up your phone and filter through for your brother’s number. You tap call and put the phone to your ear. Your keenly aware of Mr. Smith pacing by the door. It must be urgent with how restless he is. 

No pick up. You try a second time to the same end. You leave a voice mail then text for good measure. You shrug as you face Mr. Smith. 

“Sorry, sir, he’s not pickin’ up. Should I tell him you stopped by?” 

“Mm, you think he’ll be back soon?” 

“Well, he left a bit ago. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. If you want to stick around, I guess you can.” 

“Sorry if I'm imposing. I don’t mean to.” 

“No, it’s fine. Not my place,” you go to the couch and fold up the blanket and stack it on the pillow. You turn back to him once more. “Would you like a cuppa? I think Alex’as at least a few bags in the cupboard.” 

“Thank you but I’m alright,” he waves you off. “Your brother... you’re close to him?” 

“Erm, he’s my brother. We’ve not been very chummy since we were kids,” you shrug. You notice how his eyes flit around the room. You squint. “Are you looking for something?” 

His blue eyes meet yours. His jaw ticks and a dire shadow fills his eyes. You squirm. 

“You’ve any idea what business your brother’s mixed up with?” He asks. 

You swallow and shake your head, “he works down at the garage, I think.” 

“Oh, does he? And he lives here? Known some mechanics in my day, they take home a decent pay,” he says. “Yet he’s livin’ in a slum like this.” 

“Well, er, I...” a trickle flows down your spine. “Mr. Smith, why are you looking for me brother?” 

His eyes drop and he tilts his head. He sighs. He tucks his hands into his pockets before he looks at your again. 

“He’s taken something from me.” 

You stare at him. His tone, his posture, his very gaze, you know what he truly means. Alex has stolen from him. But what? 

“Well, why don’t we have a look around and see if we can find it--” you suggest. 

“That won’t do. It isn’t the sort of thing you just give back and call it even,” he says dully. His demeanour shifts with his timbre. He steps closer and you shy away. “And I’m not the sort to let that sort of thing go.” 

You know Alex lies. You know better than to buy into his stories but you wanted to believe. You wanted to hope. Still, even after all is lost, you really, truly wanted it all to turn out. 

“Oh,” you swallow.  

“You see, he’s crossed me. I’m not a man to be crossed and this isn’t it about getting back what he stole. It’s about the principle of it all. About teaching him a lesson,” he comes close until you have nowhere to go. Until he is right in front of you and the couch is against your legs. “I really wish you hadn’t have been here, sweetheart.” 

Your mouth falls open. His words are like a punch in the gut. You expect worse than that by the gleam in his eyes. 

“Mr. Smith, please, you don’t have to--” 

“You don’t get it. It’s not up to me,” he grabs you by the neck and you cry out.  

You bat your lashes at him as your eyes glisten. You don’t fight. You can’t. No matter what you do, you lose. Whether it’s him, your landlord, or life in general.  

He pushes you until you sit. His grip tightens for an instant than eases. He inhales through his nose so it flares out. 

“Will you listen?” He asks. You lower your eyes and nod. He sees right through you. He already knows you’re weak. “Alright then, don’t pull nothing.” 

He rescinds his hand. Your skin tingles where his fingers had dug in. He reaches to your top button, undoing it with both hands. You shudder and let out a squeak. He continues down the shirt and lets go. The fabric opens around your naked torso. 

Your bottom lip quivers as you stare at the tailored weave of his pants. He brushes his fingertips along your hairline and down your cheek. You lock up as his touch continues down your neck and wanders along your chest. He fondles your naked tits as your top slumps down your shoulders. 

“Get up.” 

You stand as he backs up. He grabs your upper arms and turns you with him. He takes your place on the couch. He sits back and braces his thighs. 

“Finish it. Everything off.” 

You nod and keep your head down. You shrug off the shirt and untie your shorts. You shimmy them down and kick them away.  

Your eyes are drawn up by his movement. You waver as you notice his open fly. He strokes himself above the rich brown fabric of his pants. You press your hands to your stomach and shudder. 

“Get on me,” he orders. 

You sway and dare to bring your eyes up to his face. You don’t understand. Mr. Smith was always so polite. He always tipped and wished you a good day. Why would he do this? 

“Bad luck, that’s all it is,” he assures you. “Isn’t my fault, eh? Blame your thief of a brother.” 

You gulp and step up. You bend and grab his shoulders. You feel as if you might collapse at any moment. He latches onto your hip with one hand and guides you down. You ease yourself down and wince as his tip brushes between your folds. You whimper. 

He lines up with your entrance and pushes you down. You stretch around him as you whine. Your voice grows louder and louder with each inch. Your tears leak out and you puff through your teeth. You’re set alight by the shame that underlines your pain. You won’t even resist. Like everything in life, you just let it happen. 

He takes your hand and lifts it to his cheek. He leans his jaw into your palm so his beard tickles you. He holds you like that as he rocks your hips. You roll against him, following his motion as you weep softly. He groans and bites his lip. 

You hang your head as you give yourself over to him. You snivel as your core swirls with heat and your skin speckles hotly. You bring your free hand up to wipe your nose. 

“Sir, does this—will this--” you can barely speak or think, “my brother...” 

He growls and pulls your hand further, hooking your arm around his neck as he forces you closer. 

“I’m still going to break his fucking hands,” he snarls. “But I think I’ll keep you too. Show him what it’s like to lose something.” 

You sob and nod. He runs his hand away from yours and up your arm. He nudges your chin up as he keeps your hips moving. 

He groans and grunts through shallow breaths, “don’t be sad, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Better than this heap.” 

[loz-the-noob]

Because I’m playing dual destinies and I miss Ema Skye with my whole heart, please take this WIP list of Silly Goofy Things Ema Has Done throughout the games I’ve played. Feel free to add to it if you think of anything I’ve missed.

Things Ema Skye has Done

Threatened to spray potentially hazardous (?) chemicals on a child

Unwittingly convinced everyone she was a crack addict

Sung a song in a court of law with very little persuasion  

Openly admitted that she intended to commit tax evasion. To a lawyer.

Accused a blind orphan of murder with a 45. caliber revolver 

Cried because she couldn’t push something over

Essentially received a bonus in the form of snacks and was completely fine with this

Apologised to a trash can 

Bullied Apollo into buying tea for her from an overpriced vending machine

Somehow confused the words “pickle” and “sausage” in the context of a well-known phrase. 

Inexplicably physically morphed into the Prosecution’s imprisoned brother briefly during a trial. This is never addressed. 

Said ‘Ah’ AT LEAST 12 times in Apollo Justice. I’m pretty sure I missed some 

“Eh heh heh, you want to know about my tool do you?”

Signs legal documents with a little heart next to her name

Was placed on security for a major venue with literally no means of communication with backup?? She had to physically go and get people. This is not her fault.

She has been set on fire. This was also not her fault.

She’s canonically very clumsy. Allegedly breaks bulbs all the time. Did I mention I love her.

Momentarily considered going on a destructive rampage at a concert she was supposed to be security for.

Very nearly let a 15 year old girl convince her to eat potential evidence at a crime scene.

I’m 90% sure her footwear is a health and safety risk

[ruleroftheimps]

Okay, actually adding onto this because I swear I have reasons for believing this at the time. Now, I'm not so sure after seeing some other ideas people have, but, eh, whatever, fanfiction exists for this reason, and I like this idea for an au lol.

Oh, yeah, and a read more here because this is way too long for such a stupid idea.

How this idea originated (It's important, I swear)

Iirc, there are two points where it hints at Alastor's deal. I'm ignoring the black eye thing because I think that was just a coincidence. I could be wrong, but I'm just not counting it as proof one way or another since it's not explicitly canon. One, Husk's comment about Alastor 'being on a leash'. I do think that this could be in regards to Mimzy and not Husk actually knowing something, but Alastor's reaction is, uh, pretty telling. And, two, his part in the Finale where he talks about 'unclipping his wings'.

The leash statement does hint at a potential soul deal since we see that they literally can be put on a leash (Husk and Angel) by their deal, but, like I said, I don't think Husk would even know about Alastor's deal. Mainly because there's no sign he does know. Husk is perceptive, sure, so there's a chance he does, but you would think that somebody who clearly wants off his own leash, is as clever as Husk is shown to be, and also has dirt on the person he lost his soul to would be using it somehow. Yeah, Alastor's scary and threatened him, but souls are a pretty big deal in Hell, as evident by Alastor's reaction, Alastor presumably has a LOT of enemies, and Husk used to be an Overlord. He probably has the ability to use such information to his advantage, although there is a chance he just finds it too risky.

Also, that comment doesn't really... make sense? They were talking about Mimzy, why would Husk just randomly bring that up? Yeah, he looked annoyed that his concerns were being dismissed, but Husk's character seems smarter than just bringing up something he knows will piss Alastor off just to be petty. This is all just speculation, and for what I consider at this point to be a crack theory on my end, but I'm cooking. Ish. Not really, but if you made it this far, you'll probably keep reading lol.

So, the point of the last two paragraphs was that I don't think Husk was talking about a deal Alastor made, but more so how he acts like Mimzy's guard dog. Alastor panicked and overreacted, hence the light show and whatnot, and thus revealing he has a deal to us, the viewers, and probably Husk.

The second comment is from Alastor directly and we can take it as truth, since he's never directly lied to anybody in the show, and also was clearly not happy about it. Also, Alastor strikes me as the type (This is just my interpretation) as the type who's constantly playing himself up as stronger than he actually is (I actually want to do a comparison on how Vox sort of makes himself seem friendly/approachable vs Alastor, who revels in being feared). His exact words are 'Once I find out how to unclip my wings', and he's very obviously blaming his deal for his loss in the fight against Adam. This implies that something or someone is hindering his powers. Coupled with the fact that we know he has a deal of some sorts, it's not too big of a leap to assume it's the deal's fault.

Hence why I believed the deal's purpose was, at least on the deal maker's part, to, as Alastor put it, 'clip his wings' and keep him weaker. Now the question is just why.

The Reason

The immediate idea was it had something to do with Alastor, you know, terrorizing everybody in Hell when he arrived, and taking down various Overlords. And it's emphasized that they were important/powerful ones.

While we don't know what Overlords do exactly, beside owns chunks of territory and have vicious song battles because they're petty as FU- *cough, cough*, Carmilla does say 'Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new Extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest.' This implies that at least part of their job is to protect the souls under their control, mostly for their own sake. Although, this particular wording DOES imply care, and I think we know some Sinners sold their souls for protection? I'm not sure about that though, but either way it's irrelevant because we know at least some Overlords (Carmilla) want to protect the souls under their control, whether for their own gain or for the sake of actually... being nice?

We also- okay, don't know, since the Pilot is soft-canon, but we know there's a fairly big CHANCE certain Overlords are close to the King and/or Queen, specifically Carmilla, Zeezi, and Zestial. And Lucifer is also confirmed to never really have been that involved with the affairs of Hell, which makes me think it was Lilith who was close to them.

So. I present to you, the Lilith's Overlords Theory. (I just wanted to name something lol)

Le Theory

Lilith, as the Queen of Hell and the first human to end up in Hell, wants to make sure her subjects are cared for, or, at least as much as they can be. She inspires them and encourages them, and certain Sinners end up rising to the top and are given the title of Overlord. These Overlords become her main method of finding order in the chaos, and basically act as governors over certain parts of Pentagram City, making sure that their districts are maintained and the souls who live there know what to expect, especially when the yearly Exterminations start. In exchange, they get great power. This makes the position much more desirable, meaning more people want ot get it, and the less... desirable Sinners start to take control over hundreds of souls. It starts falling apart sometime in the 1850s, and by then, Lilith has less faith in the Overlords. Sure, some are good, but a lot are just absolute scum that aren't doing what they're supposed too and just abusing the power they got.

And then comes this random soul that's somehow super powerful and has a 'twisted' moral code that he uses to find and kill his victims, and an obsession with power and control. Alastor kills a bunch of the less desirable Overlords, which Lilith is pleased with since it makes things fall back into order. Buuut, he starts killing a little too many and she has to step in to make sure some are left (Hence why there aren't that many Overlords now). She ends up making a deal with him for something on his end (Or just using her position to force him to accept it) and, in exchange, he can't kill/torture any more Overlords. Anybody else is fine though.

And Alastor's FINE with this. For a bit. But, after his falling out with Vox, this is suddenly a hell of a lot more dangerous, because, while he can't kill Vox, Vox is 100% capable of killing him. Hence the fight he 'almost won'. He did almost win, he almost killed Vox, but his deal prevented him from going through with it, and Vox was able to get the upper hand. Alastor dips for seven years to try to find out a way around this, and returns to Charlie's hotel with the intent of manipulating her into getting rid of Vox for him. (Since we know the Vees are the main antagonist for S2).

That's it, that's the theory. A FILM TH- *gets shot*

Some more 'evidence'/holes in the theory

This is furthered by what Mimzy says right after her story. 'Don't worry, he hasn't done that in a while.' Why would Alastor stop killing Overlords/torturing souls? He clearly takes pleasure in it... Well, the killing Overlords part is the whole theory, and the torturing souls part would just be he got bored when he had to stick to weaker souls that died waaaay too quickly. C'mon, where's the fun in torturing a dead sinner?!

This theory doesn't fully explain why he lost against Adam, to which I say; Alastor just sucks. He's nowhere near as powerful as he believes he is. Sure, he's insanely powerful compared to other Sinners, but Adam is the, as he emphasized a LOT, the First Man. He understandably is pretty damn powerful. But, why would Alastor blame the deal? Well, he's unable to torture other Overlords into giving him their souls, and, by extension, more power, meaning he is somewhat limited. Still, the main reason is just he's prideful and bit off more than he can chew, lol.

Also, how did Alastor get Husk if he was unable to torture/kill other Overlords? Well, he can't torture or kill them, but Alastor can still make deals and bets. Husk didn't make a deal with Alastor out of fear or anything, he just made a bet that he lost.

In addition, Zestial. This is my big thing. Alastor freaking antagonized the literal Devil, but was scared of Zestial. (He was nervous/on edge their entire interaction, istg). Sure, it could just be because Charlie was there and would 100% keep Lucifer from killing him (See: Adam), but stiiiilll, it doesn't line up to me. Also, Alastor wasn't afraid to go toe-to-toe with the literal First Man, so I think something else was up with Zestial, and this theory lines up with that, since Alastor realized he will automatically lose any fight with another Overlod because he's handicapped and they aren't.

Now, this massive post being made and put aside... I don't think any of this is canon 🤣 It doesn't feel like it's big enough or dramatic enough, but I stinking love it, so I decided to share it and all the reasons why it sort of makes sense. Feel free to send me any asks about holes in the theory/questions about it though, I think it's still a cool theory.

[snekwritesstuff]

Take A Break (pt. 2 of ?)

Part 1 Here! Pairing: Doomed Polycule? I think? Word Count: 948 Warnings: Bill is once again a little shit, don't assume this is healthy yet. Otherwise, none!

hi hello we're back with this again. i have some ideas for this still but im not sure how to implement them all. anywho...enjoy!

Fiddleford was ready to wake up. As he clung to the wall behind him, he swallowed thickly at the sight of Bill in the flesh. Or at least in the…whatever he was made of. The demon's eye pierced his own, sending a bolt of anxiety through the engineer.

“Specs! Good to finally meet you, eh?” Bill said, holding out his hand and closing his eye in a smile.

Fidds could only nod, sliding down the cabin wall. 

“I hear you wanna talk! Name's Bill, though you seem to already know that.” When Fidds didn't shake his hand, he brought it back with a shrug. “And you're Fiddlesticks! Gotta say, for a hick, you seem to have a pretty nice mindscape in here. But maybe that's because you've used the old memory gun a few too many times.”

“You know about the gun?” Fidds asked, voice cracking.

“Of course I know about the gun!” Bill laughed, suddenly approaching Fidds’ face. “And I know about your wife, and about your desperation for my Fordsy.”

“My–”

“Oh, don't play dumb with me, Specs, you gave him googly eyes before you left the basement. And it's almost like, and I'm spitballing here, I'm in your head.”

Fidds’ face flushed red as he turned away. “This isn’t fair, Bill. I’m tryin’ to have a civil conversation.”

Bill blinked, taken aback for a moment. “Civil? Where Fordsy is concerned? Never.”

“So you two are…Not important. Not…yeah.” Fidds sighed, bringing a hand to his face. “Look, you’re a little intimidatin’, but if you’re makin’ him happy, then I can’t complain. Just try to be mindful of ‘im. And, well, I think you and I should at least try to play nice since we both clearly care for ‘im.”

“Hm, asking something of me without giving me something in return…Not my style, Specs.” The demon tapped a finger to where his mouth would have been if he had one. Did…he have one? “Though, I do love a good deal. How ‘bout we make one?”

Fidds shook his head vigorously. “Mama raised a godly boy, and while that may be different now, I know better than to meddle in devilish voodoo.” He shuddered with a grimace. “This dream's plenty proof for me that you exist.”

Bill twirled his cane, a hand behind his head. “Fordsy likes you too, y'know.”

“Not my business. He's got his love life, I've got mine. No need to–What?” 

With a laugh the demon swam in front of the engineer, his chin resting on folded hands and legs kicking behind him. “I couldn't give less of a damn if you like him, Fiddlesticks. I care because he always gets so prickly when his little hillbilly's involved. You're a smart one, but nothing like my Sixer.” His large eye inched ever closer towards Fidds. “Which makes me curious. Why does the greatest mind across every dimension care about someone as mediocre as you, when he has a god that cares about him and can boost his potential?” 

“I couldn’t tell you.” The sting of those words hurt more than Fidds wanted to admit. “But I know a gamble when I see one, and I'm starin’ one head on. What is he gettin’ out of this?” 

“Power beyond any mortal mind's comprehension, an expanding kingdom to rule and study as he sees fit, a life with his Muse…” The demon tapped his fingers in a counting motion. “What else could my Fordsy want? Certainly nothing you could provide.”

“Ford's not interested in power,” Fidds spat. 

“Oh-ho, boy are you wrong!” Bill laughed. “All humans want power!”

“I don't–”

“Hold on, hold on, get your suspenders out of that knot! Power manifests in different ways, Fiddlesticks.” The demon jabbed a finger towards the man's glasses. “But we're getting off topic…Here's the deal. I can't physically enter your realm unless that portal's finished.”

“Good,” the engineer growled. “I don't want you anywhere near this place.”

“I mean no harm, of course, and even if I did, Ford's willing to help me. My offer to you is if you let me drive this bad boy around every once in a while, I can make sure we both get a piece of our favorite scientist.”

Fidds’ face twisted in disgust, shaking his head again. “Ford would never. And you’ve got another thing comin’ if you think I’d let you use me to keep twistin’ his brain every which way.”

Bill shrugged. “Your loss, Fiddlesticks, but the offer’s always on the table! Anywho, time for me to go! Nothing matters, buy gold, bye–”

“Now hold your horses!” At Bill’s slow blink, Fidds continued. “That’s all? You come into my head, ruin my night, and-and you’re just gonna leave? I haven’t gotten a single word in! What do you really want with Ford?”

“I just told you, Specs, keep up!”

Fidds finally stood, shoving a finger in the demon’s face. “I ain’t stupid, Billy, you know exactly what I’m askin’ you!”

“And I ain’t tellin’ you!” Bill’s accent was a mockery, fueling Fidds’ bubbling rage. 

“Fine then! But if you hurt him, there ain’t nothin’ in any dimension that can stop me from tearing those stupid little limbs off your stupid yellow body and feeding them to you one by one.”

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, Fiddlesticks!” Bill patted Fidds’ head condescendingly. “You’re fun! I’ll be here more often, I think. Bye!”

As the demon disappeared, Fidds woke up with a start. He slammed a fist against his mattress and stood. Pacing the floor, he muttered to himself before sitting at his desk and drawing up blueprints for an inter-dimensional death ray that aimed only at yellow triangles.

[saintsenara]

oooo as an unhinged ship, if it hasn’t come up before, hermione x regulus. (meaning book hermione and book regulus, not their fanon equivalents who we may safely assume can slip right into “good girl gone bad x unreasonably hot wealthy man” without trouble, and need no further consideration. idc about them. i like losers). what we know about regulus is minimal, but we can imagine for the sake of the bit that if he somehow survived, he just might have a little interest in SPEW, and canonically, hermione does go for a youngest son with fluctuating self esteem. regulus also loves making pinterest boards for his passions (which include domestic terrorism but all the same), while hermione is known to color code and decorate her study schedules. i’m curious to know your thoughts 👀 both crack-wise and more genuinely, as i love your analyses of how characters with severe divides could — or could not — reconcile their differences and overcome the obstacles.

(their biggest obstacle, of course, is harry, who bursts in on them at least three times a day to demand hermione explain why she went for the clearly less good looking brother. men are always like “i’m fighting demons” and the demons are unexplored bisexuality.)

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

while describing hermione's type as "youngest son with fluctuating self esteem" is apposite, regulus strikes me as someone as someone whose self esteem is sufficiently bulletproof that his issue is with a world which - as he sees it - doesn't respect how special and extraordinary he is, rather than feeling overlooked because he believes himself to be less special and less loved than those around him.

[hence signing his camp little note with his initials, assuming reading it will snatch voldemort's wig off and throw it across the room, when what actually happens is the dark lord doesn't even notice he's missing and undoubtedly thinks his name is reginald.]

would he enjoy being constantly nagged by hermione [which is how she expresses to those she loves that she loves them]? eh... i doubt it. although i am compelled by the crack potential of regulus joining spew for a quiet life, and helping the missus glitter-glue posters. the couple that crafts together stays together.

but what i actually think would be most interesting about these two - as i've also said in reference to shipping hermione with bellatrix - is that they have a couple of shared traits which could mesh very interestingly: an enormous capacity for loyalty and a slightly naive, slightly childlike tendency towards seeing what they want to see.

i've said this before, but hermione's astonishing loyalty is one of her most impressive traits - and contributes, in fact, far more to her role in the series than her intelligence. but it comes with the flip-side that she also - since her loyalty is directly intertwined with her inflexibility, which is her most fundamental trait, in both positive [she's resilient, logical, etc.] and negative [she's argumentative, narrow-minded, etc.] ways - has a slightly hagrid-ish tendency towards blind faith.

her inflexibility - especially the difficulty she has with considering multiple viewpoints - also contributes to her naivety. i do think it's striking, given the fanon tendency - gleaned from the films, which massively overplay this - for her to be portrayed as orders of magnitude more mature than harry and ron that she is, in many ways, the most child-like of the trio: harry begins deathly hallows by throwing away most of his school trunk, hermione takes her schoolbooks on the run as comfort items; hermione believes that she's overthrowing the institution of slavery at hogwarts because the hats she knits vanish overnight; the item left to her in dumbledore's will is a book of fairy stories; etc.

both of these - loyalty and naivety, with the positive and negative things each of them brings - is also the regulus special. he sacrifices his life in an act of absolutely breathtaking loyalty to kreacher - which is directly caused by the humiliation he feels over his blind faith in voldemort being revealed to be misguided, and, specifically, is caused by the realisation that his initial view of voldemort as someone who wanted to bump off all the mudbloods and let pureblood families rule as oligarchs over a society which was, otherwise, fundamentally unchanged in terms of social structure etc. was extraordinarily naive. the dark lord wants to live forever, and he doesn't give a fuck who gets hurt on the way.

i do think there could be something quite compelling about the two of them either having to untangle their fairly rigid approaches to life - and how much of a knock that might be to their self esteem. i also think there's something to be said for each of them seeing in the other what they want to see, and being completely unwilling to do otherwise.

you are correct to note that harry would be gagged.

[musicalmoritz]

do u hc any character on the aro/ace spectrum?

I love this question!! Unfortunately since TBHK is so heavily focused on romance, I don’t have many. Ofc aroace ppl can still date but fandoms tend to ignore the nuance of that statement and put them into relationships without considering what that means for them. I like to look at it a bit deeper because aroace headcanons do have some importance to me. My sister is aroace so every time I see a headcanon for a character being aspec I have to let her know lol. So before I get into this list I just wanted to say to any aroace ppl who see this, I love ya’ll, ya’ll are doing great <3

Nobody murder me, I’m going to explain. Typically I’m not a fan of aroace villains bcuz the trope has some nasty implications. That doesn’t mean no villain character can ever be headcanoned as aroace but I need some very good reasons before sticking with a headcanon like that. And for Tsukasa, I have my reasons!! A lot of fans tend to agree that he shouldn’t be in a relationship with anybody and that used to really annoy me because I don’t like the whole “this character is clearly mentally ill therefore they get no love” thing. I know it goes deeper than that with him being generally abusive but still. Eh. There are people with disorders that make them bad partners and those people are still very capable of getting therapy and improving. Plus most fans who say that claim to love toxic ships to like???

I’m not really a fan of any Tsukasa ships tho (I used to crack ship TsuAoi but those days are over) so I figured I would actually put some effort into giving a reason as to why he doesn’t do relationships. Rather than go the whole “he could hurt other people” route, I wanted to focus more about how Tsukasa himself would feel about dating. And to be honest? I don’t think he’d like it! He’s definitely interested in relationships as a concept but I don’t think he’s the type to take them seriously. I try to use this headcanon to humanize Tsukasa rather than demonizing him like a lot of people do with aroace villain headcanons. Love is very important to him on a platonic level but romance just isn’t his thing. And it creates a nice contrast in fics between him and characters whose lives center so much around romance. My sister actually is the one who introduced me to this hc and every aroace hc she has is law so I abide by it lmao

This one is way more recent but it makes so much sense to me. If you want to talk about characters who are more realistically potentially aroace, Tsuchigomori has never expressed the desire for a love interest in canon. When most adult male characters are single in fiction it’s seen as a problem (at least in a comedic sense), but with Tsuchigomori none of the characters question it. I feel like he has some level of interest in romance, maybe demiromantic?? But overall romantic attraction isn’t something he experiences easily

This one is more based on vibes and me hunting down every TBHK character that doesn’t have an arc connected to romantic attraction. I don’t think he realized it when he was alive because the people in his village didn’t talk about asexuality/aromanticism much. Maybe he thought he was gay but that didn’t quite feel right because his disinterest in women extended to everyone. He seems like the type to love being surrounded by people and be generally very personable, so his platonic relationships are very important to him. Just no romance

I know you specifically asked for aroace characters but I 100% see this man as demiromantic, and maybe demisexual too. Possibly completely asexual, though leaning more towards the positive side of the spectrum (or just neutral). Emotions don’t come easily to this man so love is a complicated subject but I do believe he’s capable of loving people romantically, just under specific circumstances and not in the traditional sense

I hope you liked these headcanons!! I’ve seen some others that interest me too. I once wrote a Sakuhiko request where they were both aroace and queer platonic, that was very fun. I’ve also seen both the Minamoto brothers written as asexual which is cool to me. Tbh I’m open to most types of headcanons unless I see one that inexplicably gives me the ick…but even then I mind my business bcuz I don’t have to agree with every headcanon I see. I may not have many aroace headcanons for TBHK but I have more for other fandoms, completely unrelated but I could write a whole essay on why Jean Valjean is aroace lol

[ballinandcantgetup452]

The Last Will and Testament of Lex Luthor, Part 3

It's been about a year since Lex Luthor was last seen. Clark has almost forgotten that Lex was even a thing. Sure, every once and a while, he'd think about Luthor, and maybe he'd even check and see if he's been spotted anywhere if he felt like it. But, at this point, he had just begun to feel nothing in regards to Lex. Not love, not hate, just a neutral feeling.

That is until a Lex-Bot tackled him and kamikazed him while he was flying.

He called Batman and the Atom over and they got to the wreckage as soon as they could. All that they could recover was a hard drive. They found it due to nanites, courtesy of Ray Palmer. It had essentially shot itself out of the Lex-Bot and into the nearest trash can. The nanites helped to find it.

After buying a random laptop because nobody wanted to put the Lex Luthor hard drive into theirs (and having an awkward conversation paying for a laptop completely in cash while in costume at a random Best Buy), they finally put the flash drive in to see what was on it. The only thing on it was coordinates. Coordinates placed a mile under Smallville, Kansas.

Clark immediately booked it out of the Best Buy and flew as fast as he could to the location. All that was running through Clark's mind was what Lex could possibly be doing in Smallville of all places. How does he even know that's significant to him? He began to run through every horrible thing Lex could be doing to his parents. He got faster. He began to think about the horrible things that could be happening to Lois because Lex would leak his secret identity. He got even faster. Clark's anxiety began to rapidly build up. He's never been more nervous in his life. He got to the coordinates and saw a big box made of lead about 300 feet down. Clark figured that Lex made that to make sure that Clark knew he was the one that made it. Clark began to spin down, creating a tunnel. He didn't have time to be subtle about this. Besides, nobody was around for about 20 miles. Which in country terms meant he had at least 20 minutes before somebody drove by on their way to somewhere else. He heated up his eyes in case he needed to go in guns blazing. Once he found lead, he tore it in two and landed right in front of Lex. His eyes glowing red and his game face on. He then calmed down upon seeing him. Seemingly dropping all potential for a fight. Lex looked over at Clark. He wasn't sitting in a desk with his parents in test tubes of Joker toxin. He wasn't in a power suit with a Kryptonite spear in hand, ready to throw down. Lex Luthor was on a hospital bed. An IV was inserted into his arm. Beside his bed was a table with a lead box. There was a monitor projecting his heartrate. Clark used his X-Ray vision to see what was going on with Lex.

Lex had heart cancer, and he was going to die. Soon. Very soon.

Lex coughed,

"You know, the coordinates I gave you would've put you right at the door. You could've simply waltzed right on in here, have Mercy walk you in, have some pretzels," Lex began to cough even more violently, "but instead you choose to punch a hole in this $7,000,000 facility."

Clark looked over at Lex and had nothing but sympathy in his eyes,

"Lex, I'm sorry."

Lex shrugged,

"Eh, figures. I put something in my hometown, you take it as an invitation to be as subtle as a cinder brick since there's no infrastructure around. It teaches me a lesson in the dangers of nostalgia."

Lex signals to the chair beside of him.

"Sit. Alien. I've got some things to tell you before I die."

"You're not going to die, Lex."

"Yes. I am. And there's no way in hell you're saving me."

"...what did you want to tell me?"

Lex's eyes began to fill with hatred and disdain.

"Checkmate."

Clark's look of sympathy turned into confusion,

"What?"

Lex grabbed the tiny lead box on the table beside him and opened it up. As soon as Clark saw the tiniest green shine emanate from the crack of the box Lex barely began to open, he sped over to him to force the box closed. He used his heat vision to seal it shut. Lex rolled his eyes at Clark.

"Relax, Superman, there isn't any Kryptonite in there. Mercy took it away from me months ago. I just wanted to give you a little scare, you looked too comfortable," Lex noticed that Clark began to look around the lead-made building to see if he could maybe spot any Kryptonite, "I know you're trying to spot any Kryptonite. In hindsight, that scare wasn't worth it. To make sure I have your undivided attention, the only pieces of Kryptonite are in the rail gun in Mercy's arm. I really was expecting you to take the door."

Lex continued with his diatribe.

"I win, Superman. I've managed to concoct a plan to get someone you'll never beat." Lex began to violently cough, "Do you know who it is?"

Clark already knew.

Lex continued after finishing his coughing fit,

"Death. You can never beat death. Admittedly, the premise of the idea was an accident. You see, Kryptonite can obviously affect Kryptonians. However, it can also affect humans as well. Especially humans arrogant enough to keep a piece in the breast pocket of their suits for 15 years. At first I thought I'd give you cancer, too. Hijack somebody's rocket ship doing research on the sun and force you to intervene and fly extremely close to the sun, thus causing your cells to become so supercharged they start slowly killing you. But, lucky for you, I found that to be too petty. But then I realized something, I can prove I'm better than you by doing something you could never do."

Clark looked at Lex in utter terror,

"Lex, what have you done?"

"Simple, Superman. I saved the world better than you ever could. I cured cancer."

[box0pals]

//You 'may' reply to this post to discuss anything of interest or talk to me in dms. But I ask that you behave and don't act entitled toward me if you choose to engage. This will be a neutral grounds post so I don't want any camp 'I hate the series with a passion' or camp 'I will blindly praise it' pls.

Just some HH/HB thoughts, along with of interest.

//So where to begin?

I guess. Hm. The fandom in general has a schism within it that people either blatantly point out or try their hardest to ignore that it's just a minority? It is kind of a shame. It's what has turned me from a lot of discussion, but I see more and more people express displeasure for the series or outright doing their own thing, while also still liking it. I am GLAD it's being looked at critically for the series as a whole now? But eeeh, I guess naively I was too hopeful for peaceful discussion or acknowledgement. Then Viv feeding into drama and that's a whole other mess that just causes the divide to be even wider?

I think I'm somewhere in the middle of the road where narrative wise I like HH more than HB, but I don't think HB is without merit. I think both fulfill the job 'well enough' though I can see the series struggling possibly in what's to come and kinda see the cracks there already?

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That outta the way?

I feel as though people mischaracterized the entire power-scaling of the Overlords. Ppl are allowed their headcanons and depending on how well-written it is? I sometimes see in the fandom and the rpc them being grossly stronger than they probably are? As I don't think any of them could take down Adam for example in single combat given what we saw other than maybe those at the highest. As surely, Adam isn't just weak, right? Maybe stupid. But not weak and considering how Charlie and the Hotel n Co took them down with Lucifer to take down the main guy? It's hrm. Where do we go from here with Lilith potentially being the antagonist? And are the Overlords really that much of a threat if the Exorcists are that much of a danger to them? There's a lot of speculation, could've been narrative, but I'm mostly questioning HH this way bc it's MEANT to be more serious than HB.

But even then I question? Eh, as I think I really only have a problem with Overlord scaling is saying they're like: at Sin Level Power unless MAYBE at the very top of the echelon. As what's keeping them in pride than other than maybe contractually from being sinners, yeah? If they were as strong as Sins? They could take over certain aspects then. So yeah I mean if a McGuffin is keeping them in line? Sure w/e, but I hope maaaybe there's a power grab toward one of the Sins possibly to clear this up. (I'm fine with w/e ur doing btw. If I'm following you, I only do when examining you at least on a surface level if I think we could talk)

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I am grateful to the series itself expanding things in such a way that I feel like I have a good direction now. Of just redirecting my own scaling and being more generous, since eh, I thought the Overlords would be far more powerful too. So rather than going COMPLETELY off the rails while also not being completely invasive to canon, undermining characters or otherwise? I like where I am now here. I feel like to some degree I can be apart of the fandom but not directionless other than to just humor. Along with making an Exorcist OC now that I have a better idea of how they work, along with how their leader is lol so I feel like I could make Mari'al fairly messed up as a concept, while also not making her overpowered. Then using my Verosika's backstory with Blitz? Evangeline being more canon confined but also expanded? Eh, I like where I've gone and the people who talk to me frequently do as well it seems.

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What are your experiences in the fandom? Any major changes you've ever done? Things you've noticed that you didn't like or did like? I kinda went from really hyped to really bummed out to having interest in it again as I waited for the dust to settle on something more concrete. But far more tempered for my expectations this time around, along towards w/e Viv gets up to on their socials.

[un-unavoidableanxiousball]

"As long as you're beside me, I know that it'll be okay "

Fandom Masterlist

Requested by @gpiggy20: Can it be from Teen Wolf with Stiles were him and I are best friends and I happen to be a banshee and we're hanging out in his room trying to figure out how to crack the Deadpool list when I have a banshee episode and scream and I start freaking out when he calms me down with a kiss and it's all sweet and cute. Thank you so much :)

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x banshee!Reader

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Banshee!gn!Reader

Tags: fluff/humor, panic/anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, first person POV, reader POV, canon typical violence, pining, first kiss, idiots in love

Warnings: reader has a panic/anxiety attack, some description of violence, swearing(I think?)

Word count: 2203

A/N: When I was writing I didn't have the request in mind, I wasn't checking if I was following what they requested... I noticed when I finally looked at it I might've given it a spin of my own and left it like that (didn't have energy to correct it anymore). I hope it'll still be to your liking.

this is an altered scene (or at least inspired (in huge amounts) by) between Stiles and Lydia in S04E06 "Orphaned"; no use of (y/n); title is a quote from "Our Way Out" by Nico Collins

Please excuse any errors.

This whole deadpool thing is a horrible nightmare. Everything about it makes me sick.

All of it.

The deaths of various supernatural creatures are cruel and disgusting. And being reminded of humankind's capability of evil everytime I scream makes me want to kill myself. My very nature is being assaulted constantly. Time after time leaving me more and more mentally exhausted. 

All of it pushes every limit I have. Pulls and coils my nerves and won't rest until I'm burned out from inside. 

At this point the only thing keeping me afloat is Stiles.

We've been best friends for what feels like forever now. We've seen our highs and lows. Throughout kindergarten and, school and now this. We lend each other shoulders to cry on on worse days. Lately even more so, we're nearly inseparable. 

Actually ever since Scott turned into a werewolf we've gotten closer. Maybe it's selfish of me to be happy it happened. Because then I didn't have to share Stiles with him; for this I accepted the price of being thrown into the supernatural. Though putting our lives in danger wasn't on my mind at the time. 

Now? I hesitate to delight in any of this. I wasn't ready nor prepared for being a banshee or my own potential death. 

At the moment Stiles and I are trying to figure out the last part of this hitlist. Well... Stiles is sitting at his desk trying out every name possible as the key. I, on the other hand, am writing down names of possible targets. 

At least I'm doing my best. It's not like I know every single person/creature/being there is to know. Which makes me wonder why I decided to do it. Maybe to try and help and not sit around doing nothing. It certainly keeps my mind and hands busy. Or maybe because my failure or success won't matter when Stiles finds the correct keyword.

When he finds, not if. I'm pretty sure there's not a lot Stiles can't do.

I look down at my notebook. I went ahead and copied the other two hitlists, names and money amounts. (To call those by "prizes" is revolting also it sounds close to "prices" which isn't any better. Even if it's exactly what it is. And Hey! Life is supposed to be priceless damn it!) I used red on names of those who we know are dead. 

I noted that on both lists there were twelve names. So the probability that the last one has twelve names too is pretty damn high. 

I write down five names: Malia, Liam, Myself, Satomi Ito and Meredith. 

Ugh. My head slams down on my notebook. 

"Stiiilessss...?" My whine of frustration only gets a hum in response.

"Did I ever tell you this is really really difficult and basically useless?" 

 "Eh..." he pauses, "I think thia might've been the 49th time, can you complain once more to round it up?" 

I lift my head to look at him with incredulity. "Seriously?" Stiles shrugs his shoulders but the stupid grin betrays him. I chuck my pen at him. "But I'm serious, what's the point? Wouldn't it be better to just warn everyone that not only are they hunted for sport but now you have a price on your head as well. Yayy..?" I dazzle my hands, "Way to spice things up, right?" I drop my hands and sit up, then with furrowed eyebrows continue, "And anyway, isn't everyone aware of it by now? So why are we trying to know the last piece of the deadpool?" I'm unable to stop a groan from escaping. This whole thing makes my head throb. 

Stiles being the little shit he is responds with, "Maybe I'm curious how much you're worth? Maybe I'd finally get rid of your stupid ass, bonus if it'd pay those Eichen House bills." 

I let out a gasp. Not having my pen anymore I throw my notebook at his head instead. "You're such an ass." But I feel a smile creeping up on my face anyway.

Suddenly I scream.

It could've been seconds but it felt like hours when I was standing there in the alley. Witnessing the horror of that girls death. She was attacked by a group of psychopathic jerks. Holding her down, shoving wolfsbane in her mouth and her wounds all the while delighting in her suffering. She's struggling to get free and soon I'm doing the same to try and help her. But the force is holding me still and I can't move, she's going to die. And I can't help her. Please God, she's dying, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't help you. 

Tears run down my cheeks, hopeless. I see the guy raise a gun. No no no. Please no. 

Heartbroken "NO!" tears out of my throat just as two successive gunshots ring out. 

My heart was already fast but now it's as if someone was squeezing it harder and harder to explode it, crush it just like hers. I pull my hair when I cover my ears, but the ringing won't stop. 

Make it stop. I can't focus. 

I can't breathe. Why can't I just breathe? 

My chest hurts. 

Was I the shot one? 

Am I dying? Is that what it feels like? 

I want to breathe. 

I don't like this. 

Stop

Stop it. 

—re okay... 

What? 

—re fine

I try to focus on the voice. 

Stiles. 

Stiles! 

"Breathe wi— me-"

Slowly I catch my breath, it's still hard, it catches in my throat. I grip tightly on fabric. Not letting go. No. But the same tightness is returned to me, around me. 

"God. Pain, so much-"

Stiles' voice clears and fully reaches my ears. 

"Sti—"

"Shh. Don't speak. Just focus on breathing."

I become aware Stiles' fingers are running through my hair while keeping my head pressed against his neck.

"I'm not going anywhere." 

I keep my eyes closed. 

"Keep breathing."

My heartbeat gets calmer. 

"We're safe." 

We're softly rocking. 

"Not going anywhere anytime soon."

When did we get to the floor? 

"That's it."

I loosen up my hand, finally able to breathe normally. 

"Are we back in the land of living now?"

I nod and agree softly. "Stiles?" he hums, "I hate it when it happens." my voice shaky and quiet. 

"Don't think about it. You'll waste all my effort calming you." 

I snort. I push myself away to press on my eyes. 

"I'm fine. Alive and hateful but it's fine." I mutter quietly then wipe my tears. My eyes land on his shirt, ruined with wrinkles and my snot and tears. "Sorry for the shirt."

Stiles moves his head to look into my eyes and takes hold of my hand. When he does, my breath catches in my throat. Compassion and concern bleeds through his whiskey eyes. I could drown myself in them and eternity wouldn't be enough to satisfy me. 

His voice is soft, "Don't worry about it okay? I have more in the closet." Pats my hand twice, perks up and then his expression shifted into lighthearted amusement. "Look at the bright side! It's not the first time my shirt get ruined. And! Not the worst thing that could've happened to it." 

Grin on his face widened with mischief, "Though I must admit I'd have preferred a different way of you getting my clothes dirty." He even suggestively fluttered his eyebrows!

I couldn't help but snort at his ridiculous face. 

If his goal was to cheer me up, he succeeded, I have a stupid smile on face. 

Now I feel lighter when I think about it. It's like a fog cleared from my mind that I didn't know was still there. If he noticed that then I'm so undeserving of him. 

Before I forget completely. I look around myself for my notebook. But I don't see it. Even if it didn't fall on the floor with me. 

"What is it?"

"My notebook? I swore it was here."

At that Stiles reaches behind himself, "It's exactly where you left it, thrown in my direction." then passes the notebook with the pen to me. 

"Right. Forgot about that. Sorry." I open it on the deadpool page. I press the pen on the paper. Then with my eyes closed and the werewolf in my mind I move my hand. When I open my eyes I'm greeted with a name. 

Kaitlyn Schaar

I put down my pen. A momentary feeling of loss fills my heart. Somewhere along I lost my smile because I'm frowning. "Well. At least now I have half of the names. Being a banshee would've been helpful if not for the fact that it'll be already too late."

"Oh my god." Stiles shifts abruptly. 

I look up at him. "What?"

Eyes wide with astonishment, disbelief and delight. Suddenly he kisses my lips. It might've been brief but it was enough that if I weren't already on the floor I'd fall. I'm looking at him in shock. "You're a genius. How did we not-" Stiles stands up and rushes to the laptop.

"Stiles?" my voice comes out weirdly high-pitched, "How did I help?" 

Stiles looks my way. "You're a banshee. Just like Lydia and Meredith." Noticing my blank stare he elaborates. "Okay we know one thing. Both keys - Allison and Adrien, they're names of the dead. Right?"

"Obviously...?" I say not following. "We'd tried or rather you, all the dead ones we know of. None worked."

"I noticed. But, bear with me, banshees predict death, so what if the third key is someone who isn't dead, but will be?"

"Okay. But I'm not Lydia, I can't predict death. I only ever banshee scream when they're dying in that moment."

"Then we'll check every living name we know. We've hit a wall before, it'll be nothing to explore this possibility." He cracks his knuckles.

"Start from the deadpool names. Alive ones and those we're uncertain about, because not gonna lie being on a deadpool surely heightens the chances." I lift myself to sit on the bed. To have a better angle of his face.

"That was a good idea but too quick to solve too. Apparently Derek's dying?"

I sure hope not. Born werewolves are a must have in my opinion. It's all about the experience. Though our ones are overly secretive and unwilling to share their knowledge. Assholes.

"And hey! You're worth sixteen milion! Only behind Lydia by four."

I blow a raspberry his way. I find myself automaticly teasing him. "No killing me. Not when you finally expressed the profound love you feel for me."

"What?" Stiles whips his head so fast I'm surprised it didn't snap his neck.

"That kiss spoke volumes. Don't tell me you forgot already?" I exaggerate my pout, "Just now you were so elated with my genius you kissed me." I see his eyes widen so slightly, face redden an enticing shade.

I was fully prepared for him to laugh it off. Excuse it for something he did in heat of the moment, not holding any more value or meaning than a reflex or impulse. We often make jokes like that. About being in love or in a relationship and we're not above being suggestive. Our friends always complained about us. 'Stop flirting', 'confess already', 'did you kiss yet', 'get a room', 'leave if you can't stop being annoying', 'it stinks of sexual tension, please do us a favor and fuck it off'.

We're best friends. That's all.

And we needed them to back off. So we decided to play it off as jokes.

I know Stiles doesn't feel the same. Since the beginning he was infatuated with Lydia, and now that she finally notices him, talks with him? I don't see him leaning away from her affection, especially since she's free for the taking.

Stiles' voice rips me from my thoughts.

"Right. Sorry, excitment got the better of me. I'll just send the photo of the list to everyone then I'll go ahead and show my profound devotion to you."

Then he's immediately on his phone camera and taking said photo so he doesn't notice how my own face blushes.

But just as quickly Stiles' eyes are back on me. This time with intensity I wasn't expecting but find absolutely breathtaking. There's a spark of determination and burning love that for a second takes my breath away. I never thought it'd be directed at me.

It doesn't help calm my heart. I'm lost in his eyes so I didn't notice how close he's gotten. He rubs my cheek and kisses me. My eyes close automatically but I'm pretty sure I see fireworks exploding.

Our lips are only pressing. It's not light nor hard pressure, it simply is. Then softly, slowly he starts to move his lips and I respond in kind. My lips hesitant since I don't know what I'm doing but somehow I can feel his certainty and love.

Soon we're pulling apart, but still leaning on each other. Our heavy breaths are the only noise filling the room. At this point his hand is the only thing grounding me to reality.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

...

"We're definitely doing this again."

We both burst out laughing.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I get a feeling like I got sidetracked there...I hope you liked it. Ending might've been rushed, I didn't know how to leave it. And it seems that I'm unfit to write anything if this took me nearly a year even.

I finally got motivated to write again, but I was informed being systematic is more important than motivation. While willing to agree I don't think I'm capable of that. Especially with final exams looming over me. If anything I shouldknow my comfort zone too, right?

Don't hold any hope. Sorry

[bestworstcase]

i think ruby clocked that the prince didn’t grasp that she and her friends *could* be hurt by his game—as upset as she is in general and as rattled as she is by the rules of the game itself, she still very much recognizes that the prince is a young child and tries to engage with him in an age appropriate way, and when he starts freaking out and runs away from the board to wail that it isn’t fair, ruby looks genuinely concerned and sorry for him. she GETS that he’s just a kid and that’s why she tries the “stop! you’re going to hurt them!” tact first. but she’s also seventeen, desperately This Is Fine’ing a nervous breakdown, and scared out of her mind for her friends while experiencing a huge crisis of her ability to lead; thus she 1. isn’t able to de-escalate successfully because in practice she’s just yelling at an already overwhelmed toddler, and 2. gets swept up in her own feelings and actually escalates after the prince gives her an out by declaring that he won. she’s upset, she’s scared, she’s angry, she gets competitive, and now we have a distraught teenager and a distraught toddler duking it out over a board game.

the cat, in contrast, swiftly defuses the situation by soothing both of them; they help the prince articulate and understand the feelings he is having so that he can release them in a better way, and they nudge ruby away from the futile “but he promised!” stubbornness by reminding her gently that things have, er, gone awry and it’s time to cut her losses and go.

which is to say, ruby already has inklings of the right answer—she just hasn’t consciously realized that yet, and the catastrophe in the red castle is… not going to help when her confidence is already shot. but what tripped her up here wasn’t ignorance or inability to read a situation (although her uncertainty as to whether the prince would really hurt her friends didn’t help)—it was getting overwhelmed. losing her head, so to speak. acting like a seventeen year old on a bad day instead of the Mature Noble Hero she’s been forced to be for so long. part of healing from the incredible harm that pedestal has done to her is letting herself be a kid again. letting a grown up (the cat) step in to help her when she’s overwhelmed and lost.

(and narratively this was also a ‘safe’ way for ruby to catastrophically fuck up, bc—wby do a number on those pawns but it is also clear that the pawns, being made of wood, will be fine. these little guys were vibing along with chips and cracks and in at least one case an entire chunk of head missing; the cat implies that the toy soldiers the prince beheads get re-headed as a matter of course; and the prince cracks his face open without getting hurt. the fight is startling bc the pawns carry toy swords (bendy!) and are explicitly aiming to trap rather than kill (cornering weiss + blake and pinning yang) whereas wby fight like they’re fighting for their lives against grimm—but the aftermath is like a child’s idea of a ‘massacre’, broken pawns lying dazed all over the scuffed up board, and none of the ever after characters react in a way that suggests lasting harm. They Just Need Some Wood Glue. or for someone to run down to the ground floor and pick up the ones who fell when the prince flipped the board. the wonderland rules of violence are very much in evidence here, putting the whole altercation firmly in ‘unfortunate, upsetting misunderstanding that might have unforeseen consequences’ territory while also highlighting the real potential for greater harm because not everything in this world is made of wood.)

the function of ruby following alyx’s footsteps with predictably bad results (<- funny how beating the red king at his own game caused huge trouble when alyx did it too, eh?) as a metaphor for how ruby’s effort to live the noble hero ideal shattered her is really, really fun. the correct answer is for ruby to eschew the ‘set path’ and do what she thinks is right instead of doing what the storybook hero is ‘supposed’ to do. she is a kind person, a gentle person who wants to help people, and that is exactly what the ever after needs her to be.

[whyiseveryname-taken]

HSR CRACK THEORY!!!

In which I tell you what I think about the Rating Pistol curio rates means.

Contains: unnecessarily long post, spoilers (1.2), written before Kafka's banner, and is more of an imagine than a proper theory.

This is the “Character Survivability” theory!

(I'll just credit the name idea from @hsr-texts, go follow them, they have character accurate chatfic)

For backstory, I was watching a theory of why the Rating Pistol curio can't rate Sampo and March. The theory comes to the conclusion of both being Eminators. Which is fair considering March is a mysterious girl with amnesia and Sampo is really suspicious.

Then I got curious and checked all of the characters' score from a fan wiki:

Now originally, I think that there's nothing wrong with that theory. It's straightforward and makes sense, the theory (for me at least) seems to imply that the lower the number is, the stronger the entity's strength.

But what bugs me was that Blade... gets an average score. Only 42, which implies more than half of the playable characters are stronger than him.

What's more strange is there are entities that's score is lower than most of the playable characters:

With Pom-Pom, sure, they could be what's left of Akivili, but this theory implies that a Bouquet is more stronger than all of the characters except four (five) specific ones.

So I just changed my ways of thinking starting with the rating invalid characters...

...I'll be honest, I forgot why my conclusion was “Character Survivability,” but now we're here, so whatever.

Think about it, Tingyun's score is 13 and her status is basically unknown (rumors said that she's dead long before we met her), meaning that character's scores that are below her's could potentially have a death flag, meaning the ones with invalid ratings (Jing Yuan, Luocha, March 7th, Sampo) could die further into the story.

Granted, this theory is a stretch, only supported by Jing Yuan blacking out in 1.2 and Himeko having a low score, but it is something to think about, eh?

Theory implies that the Rating Pistol can see the future like how Elio does, take that as you will...

Here's some interesting stuff if you go with this theory:

‌Pom-Pom has a death flag...

‌Inanimate objects break easily, so of course they have low scores

‌Herta is a puppet, not sure where the original one is, but one of her text idles consists of her losing connection to one of her puppets, so there's that.

‌Welt has a lower score than Himeko, which opens angst potential with Welt sacrificing himself to not let this Himeko die.

‌Jing Yuan and Yanqing's huge score difference, another angst potential.

‌Blade is looking for a way to die yet his score is average, it's gonna take some time to die for him.

‌How would you guys feel if Sampo would stage his own death?

‌The writers quietly leaking characters who they might kill is pretty funny, no?

But with every theory, there's a flaw. I won't shy away from them because this isn't meant to be taken seriously anyways.

‌Is Tingyun really dead?

‌Would they really kill March 7th, who's literally the game's cover. (Maybe, I don't know, the only other Mihoyo games I've played was Genshin and they're not killing playable characters as of right now...)

I have no idea what Luocha's role is

If no characters actually die, then uh...

‌Hook, a literal child barely involved in the main story, has a death flag?

This is all I have, I can update when I have another thought, but... yeah.

[marinerainbow]

Hey!! ^^ So I was reading our reactions to Nightmare Angel Bill Moseley again and Greasy and Poppy's insane bisexual reactions to cologne clone Wheezy and- a thought came to mind XDD

What if, while this is all happening (Poppy and Greasy are on the edge while Smartass and Psycho are Judging Them), little Lottie doesn't recognise Wheezy at all??? Like maybe she was on a school camp for the two weeks Wheezy was getting clean and Poppy picked her up from the camp on her way to their place- so they were seeing clean Wheezy at the same time- and Lottie is just

Completely. Blank. Looking at Wheezy.

Like Daddy who's this??? Cuz like, she would not at all be used to new people in her house XD How often do you think the weasels bring over new people??? I'd say very very rarely, if ever (barring Shiny and Poppy at some point, but those are probably the only exceptions).

And while Poppy and Greasy are struggling over how hot Wheezy is now, all Wheezy is trying to do is convince his lil niece (who he has missed while she was away!!) that it is HIM!! XD

Also- how do you think S h i n y would react to Wheezy's cologne clone look? XD I'm imagining her going like 'cough up Grease, I told you he had potential in there. You owe me a hundred bucks' 🤣

Anyway, hoping you're well! Have a good day!

Ok ok ok... I can't NOT write this out. You know I can't. You had to know this. You trapped me/silly

I hope I got baby Lottie right!! I'm assuming she's like, seven or ten at this time if she can't recognize her own unkle (either that or Clean!Wheezy is just THAT unrecognizable XDDD).

The Golden Girls VS Clean!Wheezy

I know we agreed that older Bill Mosely would be more accurate to Clean!Wheezy, but this gif was what started that whole conversation so I'm using it XD

~

"Thanks again for driving us, Shiny."

"Eh, don't worry about it. I wasn't gonna let you guys ride the bus or train tonight." Shiny shrugged as she picked up the little weasel girl out of her seat. She smiled and tapped Lottie's nose with her own, her grin growing as she let out a giggle, "Besides, I missed my favorite girl."

Poppy giggled herself as she grabbed Lottie's backpack from the trunk of the red car. In truth, she hadn't been able to stop smiling since she picked up the child from camp. How could she not? She missed her only niece. And so did her unkles- in fact, Psycho had to have a very close eye kept on him to make sure he didn't sneak off to find her!

Though, of course, nobody missed Charlotte as much as her daddy did. The only reason Smartass didn't pick up his daughter himself was because that judge they worked for (Poppy was a little scared to say his name. Like it would summon him somehow.) gave them a last minute job. All Poppy could do was volunteer to pick up his daughter, and pray for mercy on the poor soul who had to face Smartass and his gang after having the chance to see the baby sooner rather than later dashed away.

But it looked like the boys were back home- and Greasy was the one who was driving, judging by how the black dodge parked halfhazardly in the cracked driveway. Poppy had been a little worried that they wouldn't get home on time, but everything seemed to be going smoothly despite that morning hiccup. They were all going to go inside, have a heartwarming reunion, and have dinner together as a family! Nothing could go wrong. At least that was what Poppy thought as she exchanged cargo with Shiny; now holding Lottie while the weasel lady rifled through the back of her car for the rest of the baby's things, "I'll catch up. You don't wanna keep her daddy waiting. Or her uncle, for that matter."

"You're right." The rabbit giggled again before turning towards the house, "I'll come back to help you after I get Lottie inside."

"Mhmm."

It was a good thing Poppy started towards the house, since the child she was holding was starting to squirm in her hold; wordlessly voicing her distaste for how long her two aunts were taking. Poppy couldn't help but chuckle again and hurried up the porch stairs, "I'm sorry, dear. You'll see Daddy soon, don't worry."

Poppy already had a key to the house- it was given to her by Smartass of all people! At Christmas a couple of years ago. It really showed just how much he trusted and cared about her... Which was why she didn't have the heart to tell him Psycho had already given her a copy a long time ago- so she didn't need to knock and have someone else open the door. The toon kept Lottie carefully balanced in one arm as she stepped inside, grinning from ear to ear when she heard Psycho's running footsteps, "Hello, every-"

"LOTTIE!!" Just as she predicted, the one in the straightjacket got to pull his niece out of her hold first. Lottie had been already reaching out to Psycho and giggling happily. Poppy took the chance to readjust her jacket while her best friend cuddled the kit for the first time in what must have felt like ages to him, "I missed you soooooo much!"

Poppy got to count two seconds before she saw the boss himself round the corner to see his daughter. Psycho must have tripped him or disoriented him when he sped past him, judging by how he looked a little confused and very annoyed at his employee, "You little-"

"Daddy!" And just like that, the hardness in Smartass' eyes melted away nearly instantly. How could it have not with his baby now waving to him all cheerfully? Poppy could feel her heart melt when she saw the paternal smile pull at his lips before he stepped over to greet his baby- and no doubt take her away from her insane uncle despite the warning glare he was receiving. Though Psycho had no choice but to give up little Lottie when she reached out for Smartass.

Poppy shook her head before scanning the living room for the three missing weasels of the house- Actually, two now that Stupid was excitedly coming down the stairs. It was odd; she expected to see Greasy to come flying out of the back, and Wheezy to follow, "Hey, Psycho? Do you know where Greasy and Wheezy are?"

The sudden tired and annoyed scowl pulling at the weasels' face and being too distracted to react to Smartass finally picking Lottie from his arms, should have told Poppy enough. That Greasy must have gotten into trouble again. And Wheezy either had to bail him out, or this was the rare example of when he decided to be part of the problem rather than the solution. But before either rabbit or weasel could say anything, her ears perked up, and her smile returned when she heard the very familiar wheezing voice approaching behind her, "M'right here, Pops."

"Oh! There you are. But what abou-"

...

The rabbits mind had gone completely blank. It felt like her brain had been smoothed over, and her heart was working overtime when her eyes landed on her tall friend. If it weren't for him speaking up before, she would have a hard time believing this weasel before her was Wheezy. Her nicotine riddled, dirty, addict friend. The smell of smoke still permeated him, but it was a little more subtle now, and it was accompanied by the smell of actual soap. There wasn't a trace of ash on the blue weasel, aside from his fingers, though it looked fresh from just today. The clothes he was currently wearing, which consisted of his usual dress shirt and tie, but with a leather jacket instead of just a vest (it was pretty cold in the house though so that could be forgiven) looked clean. As clean as they could belonging to a smoker at least. And his fur had been combed down as best as it could, no sign of tangles anywhere. Not to mention the bags under his eyes had improved too. Wheezy had managed to get some sleep!?

Who... How... How did he... When... This was Wheezy!? How could he just look like this? How could he look this good after a shower?? How could it be enough to make her face burn up!?!?

The poor rabbit toon looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she stared up at Wheezy. She just... Couldn't believe this was him! Though fortunately, the simple act of him raising his brow at her without a word was enough to knock her back to most of her sense (and made the cardigan she picked out today feel just a bit too much despite the cool January weather), allowing Poppy to blink back to the present and shake her head... Nope, Wheezy still looked too handsome. It wasn't a trick of the light. Poppy was so stunned, she had to clear her throat and subconsciously tuck a strand of hair behind her ear while directing her attention to the loose floorboard she was standing on, just to be able to even try to stutter out a response, "H... H-Hi..."

The flustered feelings and embarrassment only grew within her when she felt everyone's eyes on her. Especially Psycho's and Smartass'. She didn't need to look back up to know that she was being judged now- and she refused to look any of them in the eye. The only clue she got that Wheezy even heard her was the tired sigh she heard escape him (though she couldn't see the tiny, nearly unnoticeable amused tilt at the corner of his mouth), "Hey there, Poppy."

She awkwardly waved again before forcing her hand down when she remembered she had already greeted him. She could only bring herself to look back up when he finally directed his attention towards his neice. Just in time to see him smiling softly at a very confused looking Lottie in her agitated and judgmental fathers arms, "Heya, Chickedea."

"..." As any child her age, Lottie wasn't too subtle when she leaned into her father's ear and whispered a bit too loudly, while giving Wheezy the side eye, "Daddy, who's that?"

Wheezy's smile fell, and it looked like he wasn't sure to laugh or roll his eyes right alongside his boss. Poppy felt guilty and covered her lips to suppress her giggle, though Psycho just let out one of the biggest laughs she heard from him in some time. At least he wasn't giving her looks anymore. Lottie and Stupid both exchanged confused looks, though their puzzlment stemming from different places, "You don't recognize him, Lottie?"

"F'course she don't recognize Wheezy! Just look at 'im!" Smartass threw his free hand up in the air in exasperation, before pointing a threatening finger at the smoker- who just stared blankly right back, "Of all the days y'coulda cleaned yourself up, you picked the day my kid came home!?"

"Boss-"

"It's bad enough y'got Greasy and Poppy swinging over you, and now Lottie thinks we're shooting a cologne comercial!"

Wait, 'swinging'?? Her and Greasy? What? "I-I-I Uh..."

"Cologne?"

"It's the smelly stuff uncle Greasy pours on himself in the morning, sweetie."

"Oh!" Hearing the slightly annoyed- though mostly amused- tone behind her managed to knock the rabbit out of her head space and make her whirl around behind her. And feel guilty when she saw her dancer friend balancing all of Lotties' stuff in one arm. It wasn't much admittedly, just a couple of backpacks (Smartass could be such a mother hen sometimes. It was so sweet ^^), but Poppy couldn't help but cringe a little, "Sorry. I-"

"Got caught up with the cowboy, huh?" All it took was one glance towards the tall, exasperated weasel for Shiny to understand everything. And the knowing smirk and brow tilt she sent Poppy only made the poor toon feel worse, "Don't worry. I got you."

"Don't say that..."

Even though it was obvious Shiny didn't feel as charmed as her best friend was by Wheezy, the knowing wink she sent the smoker as she shut the door behind him and walked past them all to put away Lottie's bags was enough to make Wheezy wonder if he really did make the right choice today, "Lookin' good, Wheeze."

"Yeah, yeah. Greasy is upstairs, y'might wanna go talk to him."

'Aw, my boy went into hiding? Cute.' Instead of saying what she really thought, Shiny nodded and called out to everyone else, "I'll get lover boy to come down! Be back in a minute!" Before she disappeared up the steps.

Shiny was already giggling at the top of the stairs, being able to hear Smartass grumble at Poppy to 'get it together'. So the dancer was already feeling giddy and amused when she saw the green weasel in question step out of his bedroom. And it took everything in her to not cackle when he froze like a deer on the road seeing her, "Oh Greasy~~"

"Oh, jódeme..."

"You telling that to me, or Wheezy?~"

"No! No, don't you start that, hermosa!" Despite still carrying the little ones luggage, Shiny couldn't stop herself from bowling over and releasing the laugh she tried futility to hold in. And that only seemed to make the spaniard grow more huffy at his lady friend, "I mean it! El fumador could never-"

Somehow, not even she knew how, Shiny was able to control herself long enough to sigh and, with a triumphant grin, leaned into the wall besides Greasy's door and chose to burst his bubble right then and there, "Oh, cut the crap, will you honey? The little shrimp downstairs threw you under the bus."

...

"Ese pequeño bastardo va a pagar..." Another chortle, another glare from her green bean. Greasy, like the drama queen she loved to see, heaved out the most pathetic sigh she heard from him in a long time, and looked to her like he was some kind of victim, "Amore, Shiny, you choose to believe the boss over me?? You're best friend-"

"In this case, yes I would."

"Wha!?-"

"Now! You know exactly what's coming, chico~" Greasy's frown (his little pout as she saw it) tugged lower on his mug while Shiny's smirk grew, and her free, beautifully painted hand lifted up in an expectant manner, "The dough. Hand it over."

"You're an evil little witch, you know that?"

"C'mon, Greasy. No one likes a sore loser~"

As much as the weasel wanted to fight and keep his cash, he knew it was a hopeless battle; if he didn't give the money, Shiny would just swipe his wallet and take it for herself later like the little thief she was. So, with a grumble, Greasy just reached into his pocket, "You brought Wheezy into this. I know you did."

"Other than speaking the truth that el fumador had potential under all that grime?" The dancer snickered while watching Greasy count the bills very carefully- she had to, after their last bet, when he tried to fool her with monopoly cash tucked between the actual money.

Fortunately for Greasy, he was wise enough to know not to fool her when it came to her winnings by now, and gave her the full hundred dollars that she was owed. Still keeping her triumphant smirk, she tucked them all down her shirt (Greasy had no qualms reaching down into a woman's secret pocket, but she would be able to see him try to steal his money back there than if she tucked the cash in her back pocket), before walking past a still grumbling Greasy towards Lottie's room, "The others are waiting for you to start dinner, by the way."

"If you think I'm going to make those Traidores e idiotas food, you've got-"

"Lottie told Poppy and I she missed your cooking." Peeking her head out the bedroom doorway, Shiny offered the pervert her own 'heartbroken' expression; looking at him with big eyes, and tilting her head just the right way, "You're going to deny the baby girl the warm, homemade cooking she's been denied this entire week??"

Being reminded of what this day was meant to be about, Greasy shut his trap immediately. Although Shiny knew he still didn't want to go down there with the cologne commercial and the man who ratted on him, she also knew that he missed his neice just as much as everyone else here did. So she wasn't at all surprised when he just started making his way downstairs.

Chuckling and shaking her head, Shiny set the backpacks down on Charlotte's bed before following Greasy back downstairs, "What a softie he can be..."

~

I am SO sorry. This took so so so much longer than it needed to to be answered. Even with the moving 😖 I hope this was worth the wait, at least? Even if it doesn't have as much Lottie and Wheezy, or Greasy and Poppy huddled together in bisexual solidarity.

I'm really not too sure how this turned out. But it did feel good to finally have my inbox cleared out, and I didn't want to keep you waiting longer than you already have been.

[puppy-the-uncensored]

You know i'm in deep when I start thinking of Aus, so far I've got two for my newest obsession Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

Or I guess one and a joke timeline/story idea

First up just... Prison. Yep. Why am I in jail with Jack worriedly hovering over my shoulder? Assault and battery >:3 Because if Ian had the Audacity to cheat and come back, my ass would end up in jail. I'd give him a warning to lose my number and get a life and if he ignored it Jack wouldn't even have to get involved. Sadly Ian is rich and I'm broke, so aside from being unabashedly guilty of beating a man in broad daylight his lawyers would no doubt be better lol. Famous last words- He deserved it

Now the meat of this post; The classic Swap au ✨w✨ now we're the ghost haunting the beloved rising star! The angst potential is way too delicious~! Joseph is stressed and doing his best with the Sunny Time Show becoming more popular when he finds a worn cassette tape from a band he's never heard of. After blacking out listening to it and having no memory of what it even sounded like he finds he now has a cute Spector following him around that's trying to talk him into taking care of himself off set... eh it's probably just the stress and lack of sleep getting to him is all.

I'll have to come up with a name for it aside from just 'swap' but I think that'll come as I workshop it. I think MC would be from a small garage band that was trying to make it big but their lead singer (or musician depending on if anyone wants to insert their own persona) was tragically killed in a back alley scuffle after one of their shows. To contrast Joseph I think they'd have had a very positive and optimistic outlook on their success and were excited to grow! They had tough times but had a support system. They just hadn't hit it big yet, the night of their death being their first and last big show, so the band is unfamiliar since it never truly got off the ground. Another thing is that the time difference between the two isn't gonna be massive like ours with Jack, just a couple years. This gives me the idea that Shaun and Ian could still be around from MC's past. Shaun as an old bandmate and maybe Ian could be their obsessive ex that accidentally maybe caused their death? If I add them to the story at all since this is meant to focus on Joseph and his life as part of the Sunny Time Crew. I could have nods to them in the background and keep them minor characters but meaningful. Shaun goes on to get into the movie industry like canon and maybe crosses paths with the studio, MC encouraging this and advocating for his talent. Ian's an actor so them also crossing paths for some kind of collab or just happening to be shooting at the same studio or location could lead to... unpleasant memories surfacing and MC's facade cracking a bit.

Again though the main focus is MC trying to get Joseph to acknowledge them. Since they aren't close they can't reach out or do anything to prove they're real. I can imagine it'd be frustrating and heartbreaking to have a chance to no longer be alone in your torturous afterlife, stuck in a cassette listening to your own songs drift through the void on loop even when you stop singing, only for the only person who can see you to act like you don't exist. He's following his own stardom, something you'd failed to achieve in your short life, and is simultaneously running himself ragged into an early grave. Everything is cold and you can feel your tether to the world just barely hanging on by your own spite and refusal to go back to being alone. After months of holding on by a literal thread, just a whisper away from being sent spiraling back into purgatory, anyone would be a shaken up and willing to do whatever it took to ensure they could stay- even if it meant seducing this asshole that's been ignoring them for months with an innocent saccharine smile. Of course, Nobody would expect to actually start falling for him, but hey- at least now you don't have to act when you're trying to flirt with him! And it's not like you didn't care about his wellbeing before then, you did! The threat of eternal torment by your own voice echoing out into oblivion for the rest of eternity just happens to be a better more traumatizing motivator! I don't plan on making MC a yandere, but they will have some similar tendencies to Jack since they're both in the same situation and traumatized to hell and back (literally). Mc is willing to be whatever Joseph wants or needs- whether that be a best friend, someone to help around the house, or more. So long as they're cared for and get to be a real person, at least to him, they're content (they may just have to get over some feelings first- but they'll be okay! Promise!)

Since Mc is connected to a cassette tape, there's no screen for them to show up on or reach through- so i'm imagining a scene zoomed in on Joseph's face as he's sitting back in a chair with some headphones on and listening to the tape as he reviews a script- only to feel his eyes drooping as a voice sings in his ears. In the background a fuzzy faded person twirls and sings behind him, eyes closed. As he starts to doze off they become more solid, the noise is coming from inside rather than his headphones.

Then with a *thunk!* his head hits the table and the Spector jumps- eyes opening. They're left alone in the shot looking over at him in concern and surprise. The song keeps playing and we see the tape spinning in the reel as off screen they ask if he's okay- only for him to be out cold and the tape stops. The 'ritual'(?) is complete and Joseph is now officially haunted by his new ghostly beau~

[myfaveisfuckable]

Rants under the read more

obi wan/grievous: Ok so this is a HUGE crackship and some people are not going to agree but like, Obi-Wan is what comes to mind when you think of the jedi and Grievous hates the jedi as a whole because he believes them to the cause of his mutilation and the suffering of his people, but the jedi are not the ones who did this. Grievous is a pawn in the game of the sith and he doesn't realize that his mind has been altered against his wishes or that he will be desposed of as soon as the war ends. Obi-Wan is a compassionate man and is able to consistently go toe to toe with Grievous, making him a rival Grievous can't help but respect in a weird way (his people are warriors, for all we know, fighting could be a method of flirting to his people yaknow? And obiwan genuienly flirts as a way to throw off his enemies, think of the comedic potential if Obi-Wan didnt realize how MUCH hes been a flirt or if Grevious acctualy gets flustered by it because obiwan is such a competent fighter and IF ONLY HE WASNT THE ENEMY-) If Obi-Wan knew what happened he would have tried to make amends and help his people, and if Grievous learned that it was Dooku (a former jedi turned sith) who turned him into a monster against his will, he'd probably be willing to team up with Obi-Wan to bring down Dooku and the Sith plans for Galactic domination to avenge and to protect his people, and they would be an absolute powerhouse since they are already familiar with eachothers way of fighting and from a writers point of view its filled with so much potential angst and drama, and hijinks, and even enhances the plot and creates parallels between the two that the franchise has never bothered to make and it has so much potential even if they don't fall in love they could be really good friends/partners/allies and if order 66 goes as planned they would be badass rebels its such an overlooked possible dynamic PLEASE 🥺

Sephitoph:

I made this one up as a joke but now i'm invested. ummm i'm just gonna c-p the rant I made on discord

ME:

they both have bright green eyes....

that's it, that's all i got ...

you probably won't like me for this, but i think it's funnier as a ship

SISTER:

...okay, explain 😂

ME:

er, not even funny, like i think they could make a good couple!

or at least an entertaining one

two ways you could take this, depending on whether you go w/ pre-breakdown Sephiroth, or post-breakdown, sadistic alien ghost who just wants to burn the world and torment cloud

for the latter, that's crackier but i'm just saying Toph is down w/ dramatic villainy and destruction

[insert: I AM MELON-LORD *maniacal laughter* gif]

(ok maybe not for real, but it would make a funny crack fic)

but pre-Nibelheim Seph (with the caveat that my understanding of his character is 90% from fanfic) he kinda personality of Zuko, circumstances of Azula

eh,,, ,that's not really on the mark

but anyways I know Zuko/Toph can be a great ship, i've seen it.

i think you'd could write a similar dynamic here

Sephiroth had his whole life laid out for him and he excelled at everything he was expected to do, but it's never been really about what he wants, like he's never really gotten to express himself. Or, like, develop a personality?? He's very isolated.

Toph also grew up very isolated, but she had kinda the opposite, where she utterly discarded the expectations people set for her (dressed up pretty helpless doll) and established her own person, wants, and goals very early on so they've got "coming from similar places but approaching things very differently", would lead to some very interesting interactions i think plus they're both down to work out emotional problems by sparring

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5x21 Aaron you cutie please don't leave us. Tiny little Tim and Lucy moment there as they're on the wide/far shot. No, I'm not thirsty for even the tiniest of Chenford moments. You are.

Aaron, babe. You can't just put that on a table out in the open. At least find a room. How did you expect this to go? God Lucy is just constantly smiling when she's with Tim. And those soft little smiles Tim has for her and her jokes. Undercover loooove. The new Rookie spinoff we're getting, right? Right? Though honestly I don't want Tim and Lucy having their own spinoff. Keep them on the established show, just give them more time and stories and proper care. Spinoffs never go well, for the most part, and I don't want them being separated from their team and family. Lucy, you sunshine angel. Checking in on Tim. Their little smiles. God I can't. And the fact he's sat out there every day watching over her. Their little love notes to each other over the phone. I could see them just about coping with longer UC if he's allowed to be her handler. But Lucy just seems so disheartened on the longer ops. She needs the action. She's willing to put the work in, she knows it's not all action and saving the world, but it just eats away at her. Tim, my man, you are so obvious right there. Almost as obvious as your feelings for Lucy the past 5 seasons. Also, Michael Rooker. God I love Michael Rooker. I wouldn't hate seeing him come back in S7. Celina, my love, you don't need a dating app. I know this guy is coming back potentially in S7. Please don't let him be evil. Please let her be happy. I know there's murmurings he was meant to be part of this and it slipped through the cracks due to the strikes and shorter season, but pls no more trauma for Celina. JACKSON MENTION. Oh my god. I know they don't really mention Jackson by name but oh my god, I'm already tearing up. It took me a second to think which friend would've had Nolan carrying around dog treats, and then I remembered. Oh my heart.

The soft little hey, you know that's just for Tim. Grey looking straight to Tim when they mention the date. Tim's jaw clenching doing overtime during this entire conversation. Him watching her as long as he possibly can. Like anything other UC, eh? Laundry room might disagree. Look, I still don't think Nolan is the best TO, not yet, but I do love his relationship with Celina. God Tim is just far too tense this entire time. Maybe him being her handler isn't the best idea for his sanity. He'll be out of his mind with worry wherever he is, to be honest. But Lucy popping back up, making that brief second of eye contact because she knows he'll be worried. Her wanting to help the people in the restaurant. She needs to keep that part of her in all her UC covers, because it's not something she can just set aside. Whatever the reason she pretends to have for it, she can't turn off her need to help the vulnerable. I really wish they'd delved more into the fact that Tim let his guard down. S1 Tim wouldn't have let that guy get the drop on him. Terrified and in-love Tim did. They needed to address it more than just a throwaway comment. He didn't even clear the restaurant before turning his sirens on. Also you know Jan is the one who told Lucy about Tim nearly getting shot. Tim didn't put it in his report, maybe Jan did, but Jan 100% told Lucy. Lucy barely letting Teska drive away before calling Tim. 'I am now' Oh my god these two. The little shake in her voice in the laundry room. The shake in Tim's. His soft eyes. 'Knowing and feeling okay are two different things'. See, why did they drop this in S6?! I know Lucy was spiralling hard in S6 and deflecting her fears and uncertainty onto Tim, but she knew in this episode that him supporting her doing UC and feeling okay about it/wanting her to do it are two different things. Agh. They're both so scared and shaken and she can't let him leave without grounding each other. Good lord they might not have given us many intimate moments between them on screen (and I don't really mind that much, tbf. It's not that type of show. We don't need sex scenes every 5 seconds) but the implications. Goodness. Okay, that's such a cute fucking dog though. Scott please don't be evil. Please. The last time a guy on this show used a dog to entice one of our sunshine babies into a date, it was Caleb. Don't do this to us again in S7. Please. Aaron you fucking cutie WHY ARE YOU LEAVING US I really hope Aaron does make detective. Even if it's just an off-hand comment. I'll be bitter if he makes it before Lucy, I mean I don't think he could test for it before Lucy can a second time anyway, right? But I guess if he moves stations then he might be able to. I want him to succeed but can you imagine how much it'd crush Lucy that someone who's been a P2 shorter than her gets to detective first. She'd be happy for him, but it would crush her. Maybe once she makes detective or another position, we can hear about him making it too. Are police scanner apps a real thing? That seems dangerous, if so. I know there are ways of hacking into radio frequencies but apps? Lucy just has a way of getting anyone to open up to her. My sweet angel. I really do think Frank could be a good villain to come back. Or a potential CI/ally. Tim, you are in public, sir! Those little smiles. Angela, our other queen. So many queens on this show. Ey, new serial killer. I don't actually know if this case comes back in S6. I hope it does. Uuuugh. How he can cover her hands with one of his. The look he gives her. Jan is in so much trouble for telling Lucy. Sorry fam. And god, the issues bubbling. I need these two to go to couples counselling. Please. Just a mention of it in S7 when theyr'e back together. Oh god I love their hugs so much. They just sink so completely into one another.