#even after a mirror trip idk why

[antivancorvo]

@effelants as promised <3 couldn't wait anymore, started the Rook!Jalen playthrough!!

and a bonus Nahira hehe

[scribbles-ink]

im just thinking what if mike schmidt is the son of the movie's equivalent of henry emily. i had this thought on the way home from the movie at like. 10 pm so at the time it was incoherrent, but im going to expand on it here.

point 1- garrett played a similar role to charlie emily, in that despite being watched over they were both killed by william afton.

p2- in the flashbacks, its very obvious that the entire family is in a place away from society. they're literally in a forest. it wouldn't make sense for william of all people to be there if he wasn't close to the family.

p3- the books and the game mirror eachother, so there is a chance that schmidt could be another fake name, one william recognized because, again, he was a family friend.

p4-what happens when your kid goes missing? idk probaly witness protection or an urge to seperate yourself from the incident, both reasons for the name change.

p5-(kinds joke reason) abby rhymes with charlie and looks similar to her (brown hair, brown eyes)

p6-i argue that abby also took on the role of the puppet/charlie at the end of the movie. she didn't necessarily give them life, not like what was done in the game, she shoeed them how they died. she reminded the children of the life they had before, and of who really took it. by doing that, in a way, she gave them that life back. she gave them their real personality back, one not influenced by william. she cut them from his influence, she gave them the gift (the picture) and it gave them life (their memories)

p7- in the movie, mike says his father 'couldnt deal with it' and left after his mother died. yk what that sounds similar to? book henry emily killing himself in despair. maybe mike's dad is alive maybe he's dead, we dont know. but it is similar enough, an act of completely removing himself from the equation.

p8-book henry has a sister named jen, yk what name that sounds like? jane. who was mike and abby's aunt, and we dont know which parent she was related to.

p9-'but wouldn't mike know about the pizzaria if william was a family friend?' honestly, probably. but theres also a high chance that he wouldnt. if the family lived in nebraska, (which im pretty sure they did) they wouldn't have a need to go to utah, not even for a friend's restaurant. sure, he might know that his dad's friend had a restaurant, but not that it had animatronics or anything. the family probaly moved to utah after garrett's disappearance and after freddy's closed down.

p10-'wouldn't mike know vanessa? theyre similar in age' if they didnt live in the same state, probaly not. william in the movie was a, suprise suprise, shitty father, even foregoing the stabbing of his kid. i doubt hed care enough to take her with him on like. a short out of state trip.

p11(edit)- in the books aunt jane was killed by evil charlie to get to charlie, yk what that sounds like? the animatronics killing aunt jen to get to charlie

p12(edit)-the words at the end of the movie say 'come find me' and the music playong at the end is the puppets song so i think garrett is the puppet which is. again. an emily thing

p13(edit)- mikes dad looks like a mechanic shown in the training videos [cough henry emily cough]

if i think of anything else ill add it but anywys this is why i think the schmidts in the movie are the emilys equivalent. also check out the notes on this post because theres a lot of replies n reblogs that support my theory

[haddonfieldwhore]

i don’t dance - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

summary: while on a road trip with your best friend, he shows you around calgary, including his favourite country bar

warnings: drinking, language, nsfw themes/implied smut, i’ve been thinking about cowboy matt a lot lately, idk how to line dance so i apologize in advance

word count: 1.9k yeehaw matt playlist 🎧

“matty, you’re joking right?” you pleaded hopefully, looking at your best friend who stood before you, a black cowboy hat atop his head.

“you know what they say - when in…calgary,” he replied with a toothy grin.

“i think the phrase is ‘when in rome, genius,” you both laughed. but you were not in rome, you were in calgary alberta, and matthew had spent his entire day off showing you around the city he spent so many years calling home. you knew matt had loved his time with the flames, but florida was home now; and he was off to a great start with the panthers, as well as enjoying the warm weather.

you and the tkachuks had grown up down the street from eachother in st.louis, and while you were closer to his sisters age, you had always been closest with matthew. you had visited him in calgary a few times, but hadn’t spent a ton of time there while he lived there. when he told you he was moving to florida, you went with him, tired of being so far away from your best friend.

“it’s a country bar, i have to dress the part,” he argued. matty had shown you the arena, the house where he had lived when he was with the flames, and various landmarks around the city. the final stop on your tour was a bar that he insisted on dragging you to, despite your known aversion for country music.

“i’m not really sure it’s my scene,” you sighed, looking through your suitcase for anything remotely appropriate to wear tonight. it was surprisingly warm out despite being late in the evening, so you settled on some cutoff denim shorts and a tight, low cut t-shirt that showed off your cleavage. you got dressed in the bathroom of the hotel room you and matt were sharing, a little nervous as you looked at yourself in the mirror. over the years you had developed a small crush on the curly haired boy you had known for so long; and you secretly hoped he thought you looked hot as you adjusted your shorts one more time before heading back out.

“is this okay?” you asked, the way matthews breath caught in his throat as he turned around going unnoticed. his eyes traveled up your bare legs and over your chest before meeting your gaze, giving you a smile and hoping you hadn’t realized he was checking you out.

“you look great,” he smiled, and you felt a bit relieved. “now if you had some cowboy boots-“

“no way in hell. not even you could get me to wear those, matty. nice try though,” you laughed, pushing his chest softly as you walked by to put in you shoes. he silently wondered what you had meant by ‘not even you’, but didn’t question it, instead grabbing his red flannel shirt and throwing it in over his tshirt before following you out the door, trying not to think about how good your ass looked in those tiny shorts. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, he thought.

•

to say you were nervous walking into the bar was an understatement, and while you had tried your best to dress the part, you were worried you would stick out like a sore thumb. you slid your hand into matthews, and his heart skipped a beat as he pulled you behind him into the building, and towards an empty table in the back. it wasn’t too busy thankfully, but there were some people dancing already, the sound of boots on the floor mixing with the music and chatter.

“relax, why are you so nervous?” he laughed at you from across the table, reaching his hand across the table to stop yours from shaking as they sat atop the wooden surface.

“i don’t know, i just feel out of place,” you admitted.

“just breathe. you know i won’t let anything happen to you,” he smiled, amused by how nervous you were over something so small. your heart skipped a beat, and you hoped you weren’t blushing too much; but who could blame you if you were, hearing something like that.

after you and matthew each finished a few beers and the bar filled up with more people, you felt surprisingly relaxed. what was not relaxing, however, was the way your breathing stopped everytime matt’s leg brushed against yours under the table; and you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not.

“do you trust me?” he asked suddenly, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as the corner of his mouth curled upward. you nearly choked on your drink as he glanced over at the dance floor.

“not when you look at me like that,” you admitted, but let him take your hand in his and pull you into the floor. “matty i have no idea how to dance- nevermind this kind of dancing.”

“it’s easy. if i can do it, anyone can,” he smiled. you were thankful to be off to the side of the dancefloor, with little chance of running into anyone as matt’s hands landed on your hips, his fingertips cold as they brushed against your skin where you shirt had ridden up slightly.

his breath was hot on your shoulder and he stood behind you, guiding your body forward to the music.

“you just step like this, and then to the side, tap your feet together, then step back,” he instructed, showing you slowly what to do, before the two of you repeated the steps together. “and then, when you step back this time, you can add a spin.”

your hands landed on his chest as he spun you around, and his arms circled your waist as you looked up at him. his blue eyes seemed darker thank usual as he stared down at you, but maybe it was just the shadow from his hat. did he always smell this good? you asked yourself, the close proximity allowing the scent of his cologne to reach your nose, and maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but he smelled like heaven.

“think you’ve got it?” he asked under his breath, both of you unable to break the eye contact.

“no,” you muttered. “show me again,” you requested, turning around and placing his hands back on your hips, sliding his fingertips ever so slightly into the waistband of your shorts.

“fuck,” he breathed out, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it; but you did. matt walked you through the steps again, this time leaving no space between the two of you, allowing you to feel him pressing against your backside the whole time. he spun you around, this time pulling you flush against him as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your lips just centimetres apart.

“now what?” you asked, barely above a whisper as your chest rose and fell, the room suddenly feeling very warm.

“kiss me,” he requested, his eyes half lidded as your leaned up to capture his lips with your own. your mouths moved together, his tongue running along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth as he held you tight. he groaned as you tugged at the curls that peeked out from beneath his hat at the base of his neck, before you both separated to catch your breath.

“do you teach all your dance partners that part or is that just me?”

“god, just you,” the words melted off his tongue as he kissed you again, biting at your bottom lip gently. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“maybe as long as i’ve wanted you to?”

“i don’t know - is that a long time?”

“yeah,” you breathed out as he kissed your neck. “matty-“ the words caught in your throat, your train of thought lost as you realized he had defiantly left a hickey below your jawline.

“do you have any idea how hot you look in those shorts? the light bouncing of your skin?” he whispered.

“i wore them for you,” you replied, suprised at the confidence you were finding. things were always easy with matthew, your friendship coming so naturally; you had a bond that nothing could ruin.

“jesus, you’re gonna get me into trouble.”

“why’s that?” you asked, looking up at him, barring your eyelashes innocently.

“because we’re in public right now, and i’m finding it really difficult to not rip those fucking shorts off you right here,” he admitted, his voice low.

“so take me home.” his eyes closed for a second, before he grabbed your hand and walked you back to your table of empty bottles and threw enough cash on the table to cover the tab three times. you couldn’t hide the smile on your flushed face as he dragged you out of the bar, his other hand calling an uber with his phone.

•

matthews leg shook the entire ride back to the hotel, which while in reality was only about ten minutes, felt like about three hours. his hand rested on you thigh, his calloused fingertips tracing little shapes on your skin. while still being careful not to hurt your wrist, he pulled you quickly out of the car after paying the driver and his lips were on yours the second the elevator door closed.

“matty, someone could come in any second-“

“don’t tempt me, i’ll hit the panic button and stop this damn thing-“ he nearly growled, his teeth nipping at the skin below your ear.

“relax, baby - we’re almost there,” you murmured, but silently wished that the elevator would speed up. the two of you stumbled down the hall to the doorway, matt unable to keep his hands off you the whole time, pinning you against the door as he fumbled in his pocket for the key card.

“you’re making it really hard to focus right now….” he groaned as you left a trail of kisses up the side of his neck, the door finally opening behind you and allowing matthew to push you backwards into the suite.

“is that the only thing i’m making hard?“ you asked, palming his length through his jeans that had become significantly tighter, and he nearly whimpered at your touch. usually it would take more to get that kind of reaction out of him, but you had an effect on him like no one else ever would.

“don’t tease-“ you interrupted him by connecting your lips again, trailing your hands up his chest and sliding the flannel shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. his hands slid under your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. he took his hat off and placed it atop your head before attaching his lips to your collarbone, his hands reaching down to undo your shorts.

“you want this, right?” he said, his hands pausing as his eyes met yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“please, matty-“ you pulled his pelvis against yours by his belt loops and he groaned, his head falling back as his eyes closed and his mouth fell open slightly. “i need you.”

you helped eachother out of the rest of your clothes, tumbling to the bed with your lips still connected, hands wandering all over. you rolled on top of matt, straddling his lap as you admired how messy his curls had gotten from your hands tangling in his hair.

“what’s that song called again? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you teased, and he smiled, sitting up and holding you in his lap, placing a kiss on your lips.

“i thought you didn’t listen to country music?” he smirked, adjusting the cowboy hat that still sat on your head.

“i’ve heard one or two songs in my lifetime,” you smiled as he kissed you deeply, tossing the hat aside as he rolled on top of you.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[kitashousewife]

we're in trouble now

an: Halloween vibes? but not really? idk sort of kind of based on bad, bad, bad by LANY

pairings: geto x fem!reader

warnings: MANGA SPOILERS (vol 0, geto's past/high school years) mentions of: killing, curses, death, blood, police, crime, throwing up/gagging. sorcerer au, reader is not a sorcerer. established relationship, pet names, angst to comfort kinda? geto is just a little troubled, lowercase intentional

-

geto has been...off lately. and you're not sure why. he's been coming home later and later each night, causing you to lie awake in your shared bed, staring up at the ceiling, worried out of your mind.

it must be his job.

you've been dating for three years now. you knew before you started to date that he was a jujutsu sorcerer. he told you one night at the fanciest restaurant in tokyo, flushed cheeks and stuttering over his words. you couldn't care less, though. if anything, it was fucking hot to have a sorcerer as a boyfriend.

his job never got in the way of anything, though. he had amazing friends, who you've spent lots of time with. he was always home before dinner, never leaving on missions any longer than two days, even offering to take you along.

the last time that happened was about five months ago.

now it's 3:30 am, and you've found yourself in bed by yourself. again. calling him again, the line goes to voicemail almost instantly. you huff and throw your phone on the bed, watching it bounce before it lands face up. to your surprise, he's calling you back. rushing over, you leap onto the mattress, answering as quickly as possible.

"s-sugu? baby, are you alright?" your voice shakes. you're not sure why your chest feels so tight, why your breaths seem harder and harder to take.

geto feels the same way. he always does after he finishes off another one.

phone between his ear and shoulder, geto stands in front of a public restroom sink, scrubbing his hands for the third time in a row. the cheap soap does nothing to get rid of the blood that stains his fingers, deep in every crevice of his skin. looking at himself in the mirror, he feels an incredible sense of guilt.

"yeah, i'm fine baby. hey can you do me a favor, sweetheart?"

you can hear his voice echoing, almost as if he's in a pool.

"s-sure, where are you?"

geto feels guilty. he doesn't mean for you to be this upset. he also doesn't want to lie to you.

the four bodies behind him in the open stall are making it a little tough.

"oh i've just been finishing up work," one of the bodies, eyes still open, stare right at geto through the reflection of the mirror as he speaks. "i'll be home soon though, darling. i promise."

he hits mute as a shaky sigh leaves his lips. he peeks at his reflection once more, watching as the shirt worn by one of the dead bodies soaks up more blood. one of the bodies lets out a liquidy gurgle that echos off the tile walls. geto can almost see the last bit of life escape them, floating up into the air to join the rest of those that died the same way these ones did.

"what was the favor you needed?"

geto feels sick now. your voice so sweet, so innocent and airy. he can't you're with someone like him.

a killer.

sneaking out of the bathroom and to his car, he unmutes himself.

"could you grab a couple suitcases from the closet? pack up enough for a few days, and could you pack a little for me as well?" he buckles himself in and just as he starts his car, the sound of sirens appear in the distance.

"yeah, i can do that," you stand up, heart still racing. did you have a trip planned?

turning down different back alleys, stalling for a second as the sirens get closer, geto takes a deep breath.

"you're an angel. i'll be there soon. i love you, my perfect girl."

you end the call and begin to do as you were asked. filling the suitcases as quick as you can, you don't pay much attention to the outfits you've created. you don't even know where you're going, anyway. you smile, picturing in your mind a quick little getaway for the two of you. sightseeing, sleeping in, and spending time away from work.

you still feel a little off.

where was he?

the door bursts open, presenting a very flustered geto. his bun is almost out, dark tresses barely hanging at the nape of his neck. the pieces that fell out stick to his face from what looks like sweat. his pupils are blown wide, mouth slightly agape as he breathes heavily. you drop the t-shirt of his out of your hands and scramble to your feet.

"s-sugu? oh my god, what happened to you? did you get mugged? d-did someone try to kill you? oh my god," you gasp, hands reaching for every part of his body to make sure he was in one piece.

geto swallows back the guilt induced vomit that sits at the back of his throat. "no, baby, not at all," he coos down at you, but his eyes look anywhere but your face. they check each window and door, before eyeing the suitcases. "thank you so much for doing this. we're going away for a few days, is that alright?" he says with a smile. cupping your face ever so lightly with his slightly stained fingers. he's thankful you forgot to turn on the lights.

"of course, suguru. are we going far? let me make something to eat," you pull him towards the kitchen, but he tugs you back.

"we can eat when we get there, i promise. let's just get going," he speaks quickly, eyes still checking the windows.

"is everything okay?" you say, copying his stares out the window. he notices and grabs his suitcase and yours, before heading towards the door. he almost throws up again, torn between telling you everything and keeping you in the dark. he swallows hard.

"the car is on, i can explain everything later. we'll be just fine, i promise." you smile, feeling a little more at ease. with a nod, you grab a jacket and head out the door.

as soon as you get to the car, geto opens the passenger door for you and puts the suitcases in the back with speed. you haven't even buckled your seatbelt by the time he starts to drive away.

"it's 4:30 am baby, we don't need to race! it's not like anyone is on the road," you laugh and reach your hand to hold his. he jumps when you touch him. "i'm sorry! i didn't mean to scare you," you mumble, and he gives you a small smile, which fades as soon as the faint sounds of sirens fill the air. his stare jumps up to the rearview mirror, and he takes a sudden sharp turn that has you jumping in your seat.

"suguru! what is going on?"

he turns down another street and speeds up a little bit.

"angel, i've gotten myself into a bit of trouble, okay? everything is gonna be just fi-"

"what did you do?" your voice is stern, but geto gives you a smile, eyes softening as he drives down a back road.

"i'll explain everything later, just like i promised. for now, i need you to trust me, okay?"

your mind and stomach scream no no no at you, but your heart takes over.

"okay, i trust you."

-

you must have fallen asleep at some point on the drive, because when you open your eyes you're met with sunshine and costal views.

"there she is, good morning darling. we're almost there."

blinking a few times and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you realize that you have pulled into a small town next to the ocean. geto appears to be more relaxed. you reach around for your phone, but you can't seem to find it.

"are you looking for your phone?" you nod. "i put it in my bag for you. i thought it would be good for us to stay off of our phones for the next couple of days. just time with each other, how does that sound?" his face beams at you from the driver's seat. you can't say no, especially not when he's being so kind and sweet.

"i think that sounds lovely."

you pull up to a motel, which looks as if it doesn't get a lot of business. you start to feel a little uneasy, and geto can sense that.

"wait right here, i'll get us checked in," he kisses your cheek and walks towards the motel office. now that you're a little more awake, you start to become hyper-aware of your surroundings. based off of the looks, you're at least four hours from home. you start to think a little more. was he running from the cops? what type of trouble is he in?

he returns quickly, room key in hand. he grabs the suitcases out of the car and you follow close behind him all the way to your room. as soon as you enter, he quickly shuts the door and locks it behind him. you have a seat on the old motel bed without a word.

feeling a little more relieved, he sighs and looks at you. worry all over your face, wringing your hands that are placed in your lap.

"isn't this nice? our own little place, right on the ocean. i know how much you love the ocean, we could even go check out the shops later!"

you don't say anything. geto begins to panic.

"are you hungry? would you like me to get some food for us? if you want, we could go-"

"why did you take me here?" your voice is nothing more than a whisper. you feel sick, you know something is terribly wrong. he kneels in front of you on the floor and grabs your hand.

"sweetheart, do you think humans are good people?"

you give him a confused look. "maybe not everyone, but most people i know are good people," you think out loud. geto's stomach feels a little uneasy.

"your asshole manager? you think that guy is a good person?"

"no, not him. but my other coworkers are great people, remember? you've met them!"

of course he has. he's been to many work dinners and events.

he also killed one of them last night, but he won't tell you that.

"darling, why do you think there is so much crime in the world? so many good people like you say, having their lives ruined by these terrible humans. wouldn't the world be a better place if they just...went away?"

your mouth opens slightly and you blink at him a few times. you start to sweat a little bit, and the room feels like it's caving in on the two of you.

"what are you suggesting?"

he comes to sit next to you on the bed and holds you in his arms.

"do you know what i do for work?"

he feels you nod into his chest. "you fight curses, right?"

"that's right. do you know why curses exist?"

you shake your head.

"because of humans. regular humans, like you, who can't fight or see curses. curses only exist because of them. they are able to flow through people and hurt them, which makes my friends and i come in to save them. that doesn't seem very fair, does it?"

you disagree. you know deep down that this isn't right, what he's implying is evil.

"w-well no, but-"

"do you know hard it is to fight curses? to even be around curses?" he stands up, voice raising. hot, angry tears fill his lash line. "do you know how disgusting my cursed technique is?"

your mouth opens and shuts, unable to form any words at all. you want to speak, but you simply cannot find the words to say. you know there is nothing. you can say to help him feel any better.

"i don't know but i want to, i want to understand you better," you mumble, lip quivering and voice cracking slightly. you feel terrible, you had no idea how much pain geto has been in. he paces back and forth in front of you, wiping his tears with his hands. suddenly he stops.

"you'll think that i'm gross, that i'm a monster," he rambles. you stand up, grabbing his hand and holding him close.

"i promise i won't. i love you,"

he takes a deep breath and backs away, leading you back to the bed to sit down. you continue to hold his hands in your own, attempting to provide any sense of comfort.

"i can summon curses. i can call them to help me fight, whenever i need them," he starts, glancing at you to see your reaction. to his surprise, you're completely neutral.

"that sounds really cool, sugu. what do they look like?" you ask, eyes wide and full of curiosity. geto can't help the smile that grows on his face at how innocent you are.

you are exactly why he wants this perfect world.

he raises his hand and a small curse appears. something kind of silly looking, much like a kids drawing with wings. you look at it for a second, before he interupts.

"can you see it?"

you nod. "that's good. some humans can see them, and some can't. this little guy is harmless," he waves his hand and the curse flies away, out the door and into the world.

"can you make bigger ones?"

he chuckles. "yes, some ten times his size, maybe even bigger. they all have different abilities, some are stronger than others," he looks at you once more, relieved to see that you're smiling.

"how do you get them, do you make them?"

geto doesn't say anything, but continues to stare at the carpet at his feet.

"i swallow them," noticing your confused face, he elaborates. "it turns into a ball, fits right in the palm of my hand, almost looks like a crystal ball," he swallows hard. "then i just...swallow it."

you nod and stroke his back. he shivers a little at the thought.

"it tastes so vile, so disgusting. i can't even describe the taste," he shakes his head, tears brimming his eyes once more. "tastes like death. which make sense," he sniffles.

"why, sugu?"

he looks at you, tears streaming down his face at this point. you brush them away with your thumb, but they keep falling.

"i'm a killer. you don't deserve me. i try to make this world a better place, one where i don't have to watch my friends die. one where i don't even have to worry about curses, one where i don't have to think about ever losing you," he raises his voice, each word coming out through choked sobs.

"i want to keep you safe. i want to be away from this, from everything. i want to protect you," he cries, and you pull him close. "god, everyone probably thinks i'm so fucked up. they probably thing im ruining your life,"

you shake your head. "people can think whatever they want." with a nod, he lays back down on the bed. you push the fallen strands out of his face, playing with them a bit to help him calm down.

"how long do you want to stay here?"

he wipes his face and props himself up on his elbows. "i dunno, couple of days at least,"

you nod. the two of you sit in silence. geto has run out of things to say, as have you.

it’s light outside, sunny and bright. the exact opposite of the mood inside of the dingy motel room. seagulls sing outside as they perch, happy tunes that almost make you laugh. you’re not sure what to think, what to feel.

“are we gonna be alright, sugu?”

he sighs. “i think so.”

[itsnotmourn]

CONCEPTS AND RAMBLINGS | "animal" cult pmv extras

thank you everyone for liking my pmv (and on yt and twitter) !! i got more attention than i thought it would and that means the world to me! <33

here’s some of my concept art + rambles for it!

the first thing i made up, the character designs!

i didn’t think to refine them because they were good enough to use LMAO... so i scribbled colours down, threw a filter and called it a night

i wanted a sharp change from the verses and chorus (since the song goes from calm to... louder) so i made it greyscale (with a red filter) that changed to brighter colours!

also changed the text font/colour for ignacio hmm. the font was hard to read, in my opinion.

ignacio's design

ignacio loses his bandage colours because that was too many colours for my liking… i completely forgot his hair highlights tho

ah and he doesn’t get a mouth until the fire scene too…

it was only meant to be done for a few frames but i thought it be cooler if it was consistent.

the missing mouth represents his repressed feelings/silence, or something like that.

skidad's design

i got a few questions on whether skidad was a goat. despite looks, skidad’s design is actually based on the herbiadean/jacob sheep! four horns!

i have drawn skidad as a jacob sheep before as well!

look at them ominous friends.

the resemblance to goats is something i considered as well (links with cult/sacrifice) so i think of it as a fun bonus

i gave him wolf teeth because the whole “wolf in sheep’s clothing” but also because i like it when prey animals are given predator features

i left the body as "human" because i only wanted the face to be censored… i considered clawed/darkened hands too but nah

skidad was originally going to be lined like ignacio, but i liked the lineless look for him so voila! makes it feel like he’s “not bound by anything”... actually, this is the same reasoning for the match to be “out” of the border, even though it’s ignacio’s hand

storyboards

i rarely storyboard (most are locked in my mind) but i figured it'd be fun to try!

halfway, i got bored of drawing digitally so i moved onto my notebook. i think it was a good decision; since i drew with my ink pen, it forced me to move on with my mistakes instead of clicking "clear canvas" lol

i had a pretty solid idea of what i wanted after weeks of listening to the song over and over again. the only thing that really changed was the mirror, which was replaced with a shadowy ignacio

the coloured thumbnails i actually did first, just to figure out out what i’m doing for the chorus part… limited palette my beloved

i didn't know where to put the text so i was scribbling everywhere lol

ratio changes

in the chorus, the ratio of ignacio and skidad’s frames changes! it’s more obvious if i combined them together, like this

less for ignacio, more for skidad

did you notice that the fire in this shot look like the cult ?!!! why did i do that, you ask? well:

the fire is the same “red”as the robe

too lazy to draw fire without abusing motion blur

mmm symbolism idk. it's somewhere there

it wasn’t in my plans but i’m happy i made the choice in the last minute. this was the last thing i needed to finish before syncing it up with the music

also this… i just wanted to point it out… make sure everyone knows... did you notice this? did you? did you did you? well now you do!!!

that's it !!! that's your trip into my mind!! okay byeeeee !!

[lady-djarin]

oh captain, my captain - pt.i

dbf!joel miller x f!reader (series of unknown parts)

warnings: legal age gap (joel is early 40's reader is late 20's-ish), no outbreak - circa early 2000’s, talk of readers fem body, reader wears a bathing suit, tension, kissing, mentions of smut, teasing, hints of exhabitionism, still kinda explicit, E 18+

a/n: i can’t stop having daydreams about dbf!joel, he haunts me. so i wanna make at least another part but idk how many yet, i like where this is going so i’ll keep y’all updated ;) <3

* ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

"That's what you want to wear on the boat?" Sarah scanned the very cute but very thin cover up that was barely hiding your black bathing suit underneath. It was one of many options you were debating to sunbathe on the boat.

You turned around and looked in the mirror at yourself. "Yea why? Does it look weird?" Sarah was your best friend partly because she was so honest, she'd never let you go out looking anything less than 'perfect'. Even if you had very different definitions of perfect.

"No, not weird, but our dads are going to be there." She made a disgusted face like she smelled something rotten.

“Oh please it’s not that bad… my ass is completely covered!”

“Girl… your tits!” She pointed an accusing finger at your chest. It was true, they were ‘out’ but they looked good. The bathing suit made sure of that. “You do you, but if your boob flies out in front of both our dads I’ll be the one laughing.”

You giggled as she went back to flipping through a magazine. The two day boat trip was a summer tradition with your dad, Sarah and her dad, Joel. Joel was also your dads best friend. He was younger than your dad but they had a solid relationship after working together for over 15 years. That’s how you gained Sarah as basically a younger sister as well as best friend. It had been just you and your dad for a long time so it was nice having Joel and Sarah around to do ‘family’ things with. The countless family trips, birthdays and holidays meant you grew up around Joel and as you got older your view of him definitely changed.

Since you matured, so had your taste in men. Your first boyfriend in high school was barely even a boy, he was a small minded child with more interest in his baseball ‘career’ than you. He did lots of things that you now realize are the exact opposite of what you want in someone.

You now find yourself chronically single with a few stories to tell along the way. You also hate to admit that over the last couple of those shared holidays and trips that your eyes had started to linger on a particular man.

A man who you definitely should not be looking at that way. Somehow your brain had latched onto the idea that Joel Miller was the perfect man for you. He was caring and sweet and drop dead gorgeous. He was gorgeous in a rugged way, his brown messy waves and deep amber eyes. His cheeks were always covered in stubble. Stubble you wanted to feel between your thighs.

Only problem is, every time you start to think like that, you're reminded that he’s your dads best friend. You hang out with his daughter. It was wrong on so many levels, which only made you fall deeper.

You had caught yourself looking at him more than you care to admit, and him reciprocating just as much. That’s why you wanted to wear the black bathing suit, you knew he’d look.

—————

The morning of the trip was here and you were starting to get nervous. You were going to be trapped on the same small vessel as your biggest crush and your dad. That would throw anyone off.

You finished packing your bag and headed downstairs to find your dad making coffees for you both. As you swing into the kitchen you see another large form, wide shoulders stretching the canvas jacket. Joel turned around with a mug in one hand and rubbed the top of your head with the other. Your heart almost stopped beating for a second as he pulled you into a side hug.

“Hey kiddo,” his voice rumbled through your body at the contact.

He messed up your hair as you pushed away. “Don’t call me that,” you scowled and pushed down your hair. God, you felt like an idiot.

Your dad handed you a travel mug and you made for the bench by the front door to put your boots on. Before you made it, you felt the weight of your backpack being lifted from your shoulder.

“I got it sweetheart, I’m loading up the car.” You almost thought it was your dad at first but you turned to find those amber eyes next to yours. He squeezed past you in the small hallway, his whole body was practically rubbing against yours as he passed. He never called you anything like sweetheart.

He was gone before you could register and left you to put on your shoes.

You made your way to the driveway and Joel held the car door open for you. You settled into the seat behind the driver and he shut the door after you. Also new. The muffled boom of Joel's voice calling for your dad was the only noise until Sarah hopped in next to you. You were starting to dread the next almost 2 hour drive to the lake, having to sit behind Joel and not go crazy as your eyes connected through the rear view mirror.

—————

The boat they rented this year was a little bigger to your surprise. Your dad always made the overnight trip really special; Joel teaching you guys how to fish, making s'mores on the tiny gas stove and stargazing on the water. This year they really went all out, they got a slightly nicer one with a fancy bathroom and everything.

The whole reason you guys started this tradition was because Joel really liked fishing and knew how to drive a boat. He just rented a different one every year. This year it came with cushy seats, full sized beds and a little seating area on the deck. Most of your morning was spent reading on that deck as Joel and your dad set sail. You were thankful your dark sunglasses covered your lingering gaze that slid over Joel's form. Fuck, how could you not? His shirt was soaked with sweat as he worked the boat, muscles straining as he went about his tasks. You had no idea what he was actually doing, so distracted by his movements.

He seemed to be finished as he wiped his hands on a rag and sat himself next to you, slumping down with a sigh.

“Hey, where’s my kid?” He squinted down at your book. Nosey.

“She’s napping. Complained about waking up early.” You yanked your book away with a frown.

“Geez, that girl.” He put his hand on your knee as he stood up. Your skin was instantly on fire. “I’m gonna make some burgers, want one?”

All you could manage was a nod.

—————

The rest of the afternoon was pretty tame. You guys found a spot on the water you liked and the men started fishing and you and Sarah went to your shared room to change. Once you were ready you went to the small kitchen to grab some lemonade… and maybe add some of that vodka your dad brought. While your dad didn't care that you drank, being of legal age and all, he didn't endorse you letting Sarah drink, since she was a few years younger than you. But what he doesn't know won’t hurt him. Plus you poured Sarah half a shot, she'd be fine.

You two sat out there gossiping and reading books and magazines. You did decide to wear the black suit, the one that made your boobs look great. And boy did it pay off.

Since Joel and your dad were sharing the small deck with you guys, you had a perfect view of him. Even better, he had a perfect one of you. You caught him looking at you more often than not. You were actually kind of surprised that your dad didn't notice, or Sarah. But why question a good thing.

After the sun went down everyone changed and you all stargazed on the deck in the warm summer night until finally heading to bed. You and Sarah were sharing a tiny room and an even smaller bed, and while you never minded before, for some reason you couldn’t find a way to get comfortable. You tried your best to fall asleep, hoping the movement of the water would put you out. Once you saw the small clock glowing ‘2:26am’ you decided to go up and get some water, or maybe just stretch your legs.

You made your way up the narrow staircase into the main area where a small couch sat. The small couch that Joel was sitting on.

“Hey, what are you doin’ up?” He looked like he had been awake for a while too. You didn't know he wore glasses. He looked cute.

Fuck.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you rubbed your tired eyes, trying to focus on his face.

“‘M sorry darlin’, need anything?” He stood up from the couch, which was really just a bench with a blanket. He led you into the kitchenette and you waited as he poured you some water.

“Thanks… why are you still awake?” You sipped your water as he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“I’m always worried somethin’s gonna happen to the boat if I fall asleep.” He watched as you finished your glass and put it in the sink. “You havin’ fun at least? I know we haven’t done much yet.”

“Ya I’m having a great time! I like doing nothing,” you admitted with a small giggle. “Plus I like watching you guys struggle with the fish.” That made both of you laugh under your breath.

“I like watching you too, sweetheart.”

Wait.

What?

You kind of just stared at him a little wide eyed while your brain processed his words. He had a sweet smile on his face like he didn’t just drop that bomb. He looked back at you and smiled wider when he saw the look on your face, the absolute shock that made your mouth slack open.

You were unsure of what to do at this point, it’s like your dreams were coming true but you had no idea how to handle it. Thank god he handled it himself by brushing his hand over your cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You were pretty sure you malfunctioned because all you could do was stand there, unsure of how to take it.

“You looked so pretty, you always look so pretty.” He was staring at your lips now, clearly past the point of hiding this.

“Joel…” You almost wanted to pull away, this was kind of wrong.

His hand was still cupping your jaw, like he was unwilling to part from touching you. He looked into your eyes as he pulled you closer. Your heart was in your chest, this was wrong, you should pull away but couldn’t bring yourself to care at this point.

Your lips connected and you instantly melted, he was so warm and big, holding you in his strong arms. He held your waist close, pressing you against him.

The kiss was… something else. No one had ever kissed you like that before, maybe that’s the difference between boys and men.

His tongue slid over yours and you were lost, you both were. All semblance of shyness was gone as you devoured each other. His lips were soft as silk and his muscled arms held you close and roamed your curves. Neither of you wanted to part, even for air until you heard a noise coming from below deck. You reluctantly scrambled away from each other, worried your dad or Sarah would be walking up the stairs.

“I– I’m sorry darlin’,” he couldn't bring himself to look at you.

“Joel, I– it’s ok. Don't be sorry.”

There was a charged energy between you, like a spell neither of you wanted to break. He was the one to break first and he squeezed past you without so much as a look your way. You could tell he looked upset, ashamed almost and that hollow pit twisted in your stomach.

————

The rest of the trip went as usual, except for the fact that you and Joel couldn't keep your eyes off each other.

The only good thing was that your dad and Sarah were none the wiser. You weren't sure if Joel regretted the kiss or not, he seemed to have a permanent guilty look in his eyes. The memory of the kiss and the feeling of his lips on yours haunted you, unable to think of almost anything else.

When the boat docked at the end of the second day and as the group was gathering up the belongings to unload into the truck, you found yourself alone below deck with Joel.

Alone.

“Hey kiddo, ready to go home?” It was almost cold the way he regarded you now.

What the hell? What did you do? He can’t act all high and mighty, he kissed you! You only managed a scoff in response. That melted his icy exterior.

“Why ya givin’ me attitude?” His voice was just barely lower than normal volume, his thick brows knitted in the middle.

“Your acting like that was my idea last night.”

The left over desire from the previous night was boiling over into burning rage, but you couldn’t deny you were still soaking between your thighs.

“You kissed me, Joel!”

“Will you quit yellin’!” He backed you up against a section of wall in the small room. His deep rumble of a voice both angered you and turned you on.

“I’m not ye—,” your voice was cut of by his thick fingers covering your lips.

“Shut up. I swear darlin’, you’ve got a fucking mouth on you.” He was practically growling in your ear. You felt kind of filthy like this; pressed between a wall and Joel’s hard body, his hand smothering your sounds.

“You wanna get caught? Hmm?”

Your eyes sparkled back at him, almost begging him to fuck you here and now. Instead of indulging you, he took one last long look at you before turning away without another word.

—————

After he left you speechless below deck, Joel helped you pack the rest of the bags into the car and thus begun the 2 hour drive back. You sat behind Joel again, on purpose this time, knowing you had power over him now.

You spent the whole way home making eye contact with those big brown eyes in front of you. You did your best to convey your wanton need through your gaze, licking your lips and watching his eyes track the movement.

After you all said your final goodbyes, your dad ran inside to go to the bathroom and Sarah was passed out in the backseat, leaving you once again, alone with Joel.

“I had fun Joel, hope we can do it again sometime.” You refrained from hiding any of the sarcasm and giddy in your voice.

“You better watch yourself darlin’.” You could tell he really was worried about getting caught.

This was going to be fun.

[chevelleneech]

See so i think jikook are close def that much i can say, but i dont think they are in a relationship or a serious one at that , i mean we are pretty sure that jk had teh thing with the women (which people for some reason dont agree with or say its a cosplayer , who has teh exact same hairstyle, floorplan, walls, dog, sofa and lights , mannerisms, apartment and very soon after that jk said that "saesangs are still here" , so i dont whats there to disprove over here for those relegious jikook people) and then jm has with the actress who posts his apartment pics, and all of this happened esp with jk at that period when they admitted they werent talking at all, and wouldnt have if they hadnt met, throughout ct it felt that jk was sort of anxious, bored, distracted more like it and felt was upset, all of this also points that maybe they had a fallout a major one perhaps, but now they are better bc hell they went to military together. But all of this factually also puts out that jk and jm are not dating, jk is having his fun, with prob diff people, relationships and same prob with jm. Tae was with jennie, and even rm had a long committed relationship until recently it seems from rpwp songs. so all of this people fighting over taekook vs jikook and how jk seems abusive is redundant , bc they arent in a relationship either of them. what are you thoughts about it.

You including the “Jungkook was anxious and irritated and upset” line tells me you’re a Tkkr trying to hide your hands, lol.

Jungkook may have been nervous at the start of their trip to Connecticut, because Jimin was too, as they both mentioned it’s the first time they’re hanging out after a bit of not seeing each other. But this attempt at highlighting JK only, and saying he seemed uninterested in whatever ways, has been the one thing Tkkrs clung to since the first episode, and it is baseless.

Jungkook is allowed to feel however he felt, but we also all watched the damn show. He was smiling and happy during every single episode thus far, and reiterated his joy many times over. He also said during the first episode that he wanted to keep traveling and filming with Jimin after enlistment. He wants to do it until they’re 50. Was he exaggerating? Most probably, and him being tired at some points was a given due to him being in the middle of promoting his solo work. Outside of that though, he was happy and willing to do the show.

Jungkook and Jimin traveled together because they chose to, because they wanted to. So whatever was going on behind the scenes between them, is something we will never know the full picture of. So if you don’t think they’re together, okay, but I don’t think you ever did, because I’m pretty sure you are a Tkkr anyway.

Regardless of what you ship though, smoke and mirrors are not good indicators that people are dating. Jimin and Jungkook flirt and put their mouths on one another. They choose each other over and over, so no matter the fact that there is a woman claiming to be or trying to insinuate she is Jimin’s girlfriend. Without him ever confirming that, she’s just a weirdo.

Not to mention, why would any of their actual partners post the way she does? If Park Jimin was my man, I do not need to vague post and try to show off bits and pieces of our lives to convince his fans of it. Never mind the fact that it’s his private life. So if they are together, unless Jimin is okay with her stirring shit up in the fandom and posting his house on IG… that’s not something a grown woman, who is famous adjacent herself, dating an incredibly famous person would do.

In comparison, Namjoon and his potential boyfriend situation is the near exact opposite of what that woman is or was doing. We have no idea who the man (or men) is in the pictures Namjoon himself posted. Maybe some people do, idk, but the point is, there is no way to determine who they are nor what they mean to Joon outside of fandom speculation. Yet the speculation makes sense and is believable, because Namjoon himself played into it. He wasn’t deterred by people questioning his sexuality nor relationship status, he posted a heart over a man’s face, and was posting all types of loves songs as he traveled with his family and a man. Yet when he seemingly had his heartbroken, he deleted all photos of the emoji covered man (or men), started talking shit about relationships, and posting sad queer music.

That, imo, is how I believe a relationship between any BTS member would go. Not the heartbreak, but a “quiet launch”. Tae and Jennie were even along similar lines. They unfortunately didn’t post their pictures themselves, but even in the middle of the drama, they kept seeing each other in public spaces. They just didn’t publicize their whereabouts.

So if two members of the group can seemingly date both famous and presumably non famous people, and take pictures and be seen out and about with them, why can’t Jimin? Why is his relationship shrouded in mystery, and only fueled by the woman claiming to live with him all the while he makes no move to imply there’s truth to the rumor?

If he and JK have absolutely nothing going on, why is he out here letting his girlfriend look goofy, all the while biting hickies on a man? While flirting with a man on live and asking him to get naked? While traveling with the same man, getting his ass slapped by him in bed? Enlisting in the military with said man, using a program that keeps them together the entire time?

So again, you don’t have to ship Jikook nor think anything of them, but if you’re going to pull in Taennie and Namjoon’s possible situation to use as examples of the members dating, keep it steady across the board. Jimin and Jungkook’s speculated relationships with women do not match up with Taennie nor Joon’s situation, yet Jikook does.

They travel, sight see, share meals, stay up late, take cute selfies, and cuddle up. So what makes Jikook less likely, aside from them being in the same group for a decade? Which only adds reason to why they may have had some communication issues or whatever, and needed time apart.

[take-a-cchonce]

Be My Valentine - 4

With Your Hand In Mine

(G) 900 words

WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)

Tw implied time period accurate homophobia

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”

OR

Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.

A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)

Title from Louis' 'We Made It'

Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.

The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out. 

But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church. 

They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?

Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word. 

Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did. 

He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.

He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.

Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for. 

“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket. 

“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned. 

“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”

Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way. 

He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.

He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.

All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.

He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.

They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.

He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne. 

He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless. 

His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight. 

Harry was going to be his husband.

Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.

A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

[spicyspiders]

My boy Rodolfo needs some love <33

Could you do Rudy x male reader where they're at a bar , probably getting drinks with Alejandro and They all get a little drunk. Rudy gets like really flirting with reader , I fully believe that man can say the most filthy shit he just needs a little liquid courage. Eventually it leads to reader and Rudy making out and yk go somewhere private to fuck

Idk if you do two characters x readers , if you do could you have Alejandro join Rudy and reader ? Like he feels left out and tbh horny when he sees them making out and asks to join

I love your writing , hope you're having a great day <33

In this, they're office workers and Alejandro is their boss. There isn't smut in this, but it's implied at the end.

“What?” You looked up from where you had just been staring at the table. You weren’t sure how long you had been looking, but when you looked up, Rodolfo had a big grin on his face. 

“More drinks?” Alejandro asked, or you guessed, just repeated. 

“No,” a slow smile spread across your face, “I think I’m good for now,” you had found a good point at which everything felt good. Well, not everything felt good, because when Alejandro stepped away from your table and headed to the bar, your smile fell.

“What?” Rudy asked, looking you up and down. 

“Why did you invite him?” You hissed. 

He held his hands up in defense, “he said he was buying. Besides,” he glanced over to the bar, “he’s a good guy.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t that bad. Especially as far as bosses go. Really, the night could have been way worse, had he been awkward while he watched the two of you drink while he slowly sipped on his. The alcohol, you had come to learn, only loosed Alejandro up and made him add more to the conversation. 

Throughout the night, he had even managed to pull a few laughs out of you. All of which made a smug smile stretch across Rudy’s lips. An expression that you tried your best to ignore. 

“Yeah, I guess,” you grumbled out. When yet another one of those smiles settled on his face, you pushed away from the table and stumbled off to the bathroom. You thought you could hear a shout that vaguely sounded like your name, but you ignored it, and kept walking. 

“Having fun?” Alejandro asked when you stepped up to the mirror after finishing up at the urinal. 

You stood there in confusion, looking back and forth from the door to where you just had stood. Maybe you had drank more than you thought. 

“Surprisingly, I am,” you said, switching on the water and then lathering up your hands. You physically cringed when you stuck your hands under the water. You weren’t sure if it was from how hot the water was, or because of how the words sounded when you heard them. 

Before you could apologize, Alejandro smiled and grabbed some paper towels to dry off his hands, “I get it, grabbing drinks with your boss can be awkward, especially when he invited himself out.” Again, he did something else to make you happy that he came, this time by grabbing some paper towels and handing them to you. 

He hadn’t been your boss for very long, and when he moved his way into that position, based on first impressions, you thought he was kind of an asshole. You quickly learned that he was more so a no-nonsense boss, which you had come to respect. 

“Wow, such a gentleman,” you smiled softly. 

He almost looked embarrassed by your words, but a small smile appeared on his lips. You could hear him say something under his breath, but the music from the bar was seeping into the bathroom and made it hard to hear. 

To further prove your words, he opened the bathroom door for you, “thanks again,” you said, sending another small smile his way. 

Alejandro walked close behind you as you both walked back to the table, and nearly bumped into you when you had to stop. His warm hand settled on the small of your back to steady you, “what a dick,” he said loud enough for you to hear. 

“Yeah,” you murmured, and watched on as another patron tripped his way up to the bar. 

When you got back to the table, Rudy was shaking his head, “you can’t even go to the bathroom on your own,” he said, because of course he had seen the whole thing. 

“I got lost at the office one time.” You said, sounding annoyed. 

“Seriously?” Alejandro asked. When you didn’t answer, a laugh burst from his chest.

Almost by reflex, your middle finger nearly went up at him, but you held back. You did, however, take that energy out on Rudy. You waited until the right moment when Alejandro finished his first beer and went to the bar for a second. 

“You’re lucky this alcohol has mellowed me out,” he said after you kicked his shin softly. 

“Or what?” You questioned. 

“I’d bend you over this table for assaulting me.”

You have him a bored look, “It was barely a tap, besides, what’s stopping you?”

“I wouldn’t want our boss to see how easy it is to make you hard.”

You hated the warm feeling that shot through you at his words, but you responded quickly, not wanting to let him catch on. “The alleyway beside the bar looked pretty empty when we came in,” you pointed in the direction of the door. 

You weren't dating per se, but ever since you started working at the office, you and Rudy had spent a lot of time outside of work... getting to know each other.

Ever since that first time after work, you would normally find yourself making out with Rudy almost every Friday night. And it was no different tonight.

You both sat at the table for a few moments, staring at each other like two drunk idiots with dumb smiles on your face. 

You couldn’t read his mind, but you definitely know you didn’t pay Alejandro any mind as you quickly exited the bar and made your way into the dark alleyway. After all, it was hard to focus on Alejandro when Rudy pushed your back into the wall and pressed his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Though the kiss was aggressive and stole your breath away, he made sure no harm came to your head. He used one of his hands to cup the back of your head, while the other was placed on your back so he could pull you closer. 

As his tongue made its way into your mouth, his hand went lower to pull your shirt out of your pants. When he did, you couldn’t help but end the kiss and let out a laugh. When you were using the bathroom earlier, you must have tucked your shirt back in, as if on instinct. 

Rudy let out one of his own and pressed his forehead to yours. You stayed close to each other, breathing in each other’s breaths. In being so wrapped up in one another, you failed to notice the steps coming down the alleyway. 

You jumped away from each other when a throat cleared near you, “hey,” Alejandro said awkwardly, “I’m going to head home.”

“Oh,” you said, his words sobering you up. You glanced over at Rudy, but he just stood there looking embarrassed. 

“Unless,” he paused, “you both wanted to come back to my place and continue this? Hopefully with me involved, not that it wasn’t hot watching the two of you kiss,” Alejandro said, looking between the two of you. 

Images flashed through your mind, ones that made a heat settle deep within your stomach. You probably looked a little silly, standing there nodding your head with your mouth slightly hung open, but by the smile Alejandro gave you, he didn’t mind. 

After you stopped nodding, you looked over at Rudy, waiting to see his answer. Instead of giving one of his own, he ran off down the alley, “I call shotgun!” He yelled behind him.   

[aorelemos]

First attempt at 'fanfic' (hananene)

since this is like my first post ever and also I dont use tumblr... like, ever i thought a good way to get myself introduced to this platform would be to show off a little bit of writing i did, tbh its not very good and also like *very* unfinished but I'm kinda just putting this on here so i can get it out of my system, also i doubt any of my friends would be interested in it (also since its very unclear the kind of idea i was going for was like.. idk nene gets sent into an alternate universe where Amane is in her position)

Im gonna copy paste it below this bit of text ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yashiro skipped down the halls of the Old School Building on a mission, she absolutely could not wait to tell Hanako about her little adventure - turned misadventure- turned real life fantasy, a fantasy which obviously involved her dearest Teru Minamoto and how he’d chivalrously stopped her from tripping down the stairs due to her untied shoelaces, however he’d tripped himself and that's wher-

wait. We're saving this for Hanako.

As Nene continued humming a lovey-dovey tune, she’d made it to the bathroom. And despite being in such an old and honestly kind of creepy building, this bathroom had quite the atmosphere (probably in part thanks to her amazing and feminine cleaning skills) The light that seeped in from those stained glass windows always helped to add a kind of warmth to the somehow pleasant bathroom, She didn’t know how to explain how it felt, only that it always gave her a comforting feeling.

After basking in the light of the soon-to-be-setting sun through the panes, she turned to the last stall furthest from the door and knocked, “Hanako~ You in there? Oh my, I’ve just had the *best* day of my life to ever happen ever!...so far. Anyways! Minamoto, he- Oh wait, no, you should guess! (it was really quite romantic!)” Nene gleefully and excitedly spoke, almost shouted to the door, not making any room for even a breath of air, however, Nene got no response. “Hanako? Hanako, are you seriously ignoring me?” Nene whined, looking around the room to see where her silly friend had gotten to, continuing to ask for him. It had only been minutes and yet Nene had gotten sick of her no-show friend. As she turned, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Weird.

Something felt, different. nothing in particular had changed in the warm and not so smelly room and yet, she didn’t feel that same comfort she normally did... “Not my problem” Nene being Nene, brushed it off. However, she did wonder “where is this boy?” It wasn’t like she *cared* y’know, she just wanted to tell someone about her absolutely strikingly romantic experience she’d had and that someone happened to be Hanako, she still wanted to ask why he wasn’t in his usual spot, it wasn’t like she *didn’t* care, she wanted to make sure he was alright, yknow?

 After a moment of stalling she’d made up her mind, if he wasn’t in here, she was going to find him no matter how long it’d take.

Taking one last glimpse of the room to make sure he hadn’t been trying to pull a silly prank by hiding from her (which he had not) she strode out the doorway, Yashiro began to skip through the old school building on a mission… She really, really, really couldn’t wait to blab on about her close encounter with Minamoto because wow! Somehow he’d managed to look even more handsome today than any other-

Yashiro paused in her tracks, she’d spotted a familiar face standing before her in the hall, she knew he’d spotted her too. Yashiro noticed his peculiar choice in clothing (why was he wearing the current school uniform?) however she dismissed it and opened her mouth to greet him-

 “Hanako-Chan! Why- no, How are you wearing that?”

The young black haired boy exclaimed to her, not dismissing her current uniform. Yashiro paused in her tracks, feeling somewhat offended “Ha- Hanako- kun, were you calling me a- a-?” she looked down at the new leggings she’d bought just that day, she knew they made her legs look big! the expression on her face was one of shock and heartbreak ‘I KNEW PEOPLE WERE GOING TO CALL ME A DAIKON AGAIN I SHOULDNT HAVE EVER WORN THESE NEW LEGGINGS! I SWEAR IM GOING TO RIP THESE RIGHT OFF RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW... UGH … AND OF COURSE *HE* HAD TO BE THE ONE TO BRING IT UP, OF COURSE IT WAS HANA-. wait. Did hanako call me… 

 “Hanako-Chan?”

 Nene asked aloud once she stopped her mind from wondering about her legs and instead, she inspected the boy before her, Well, It definitely looked like Hanako, with his bright and curious eyes, “Uh, yes, H-Hanako-Chan are you feeling okay?” not listening to him, she continued to glare. Soft black hair and a devilish smile, that was still the same however he also looked… different, Yashiro could hear footsteps coming closer but that didn’t matter, what was it that made him seem so different- Oh gosh! He looked- He looked alive! “Hanako-chan are you? Are you uh-” Nene also couldn’t ignore that he looked… much taller and much more… well, handsome. Nene felt her ears flush at that last thought and slapped her hands to her face ‘I can’t get distracted here, there's clearly something wrong’ she thought.

Nene noticed that she and the young man infront of her had been quiet for too long. Hm? When had he gotten that clos- “AHHHHHH!” Nene shrieked as she felt the boy grab and move her into a stairwell, she felt as his fingers trailed down her arms and his hands gently yet forcefully fondle her face, ‘this has surely got to be  one of the worst cases of grabby-hands Hanako has treated me with yet!’ she thought, feeling the temperature of her face rise as the now very handsome (despite only being a few inches taller now) hanako traced her arms, neck and face. As she noticed her own heated cheeks, she then noticed his, for a supposedly dead-man.. He had very rosy cheeks.. And why were his hands so warm? As Hanako’s hands stopped trailing over her upper body, she convinced herself to look at him, two bright warm eyes met her back.

“Are you alive?” they asked eachother in sync. 

[kzlove]

heaven to me

eren knows exactly what he wants.

warnings : ig weird relations (eren n ymir , historia n armin), carla is alive nd speaks spanish, you have two kids and one on the way, foul language, ymir and eren are in a famous band, eren calls you mama, not proofread

note : was listening to heaven to me by tyler the creator and immediately thought of eren, idk why

when on vacation, eren wakes up at 9:45 on the dot.

he never knew why, he just knew he did.

by time he woke up, you were already out of bed and probably downstairs in the kitchen.

the room is spacious. a walk in closet, beautiful view of the backyard, a california king sized bed in the middle with a tv not too far from it.

not to mention the gorgeous bathroom attached to it.

it had a shower fit for two, a nice spacious bathtub with jets, and a warm toilet. two sinks built in the counter with a mirror lining it.

eren makes his way into the bathroom and brushes his teeth, before venturing through the house to find you.

when he does find you, you're in the kitchen like he assumed.

still clad in the pink pajama set he got you from skims specifically for this trip, looking through the fridge.

like you just rolled out of bed.

he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"what are you doing, mama?" he questions with out missing a beat, pressing soft kisses to your jawline.

you'd hum in response, smiling at the sudden attention when he first wakes up.

"just looking for the strawberries." you mumble out, placing your own hands atop his.

eren nods in response, watching you pull the container of chocolate covered strawberries.

the two of you had made them the night before, hiding them so a certain set of people don't find them.

speaking of...

"good morning!" you both hear from the steps, followed by loud pattering that was quickly approaching.

eren let go of you, a hand lingering on your back for just a bit as he stood up tall.

two children pounced onto him, giggling and smiling bright up at their idol.

his children.

ayana and elias, both nearly spitting images of eren.

elias was the oldest, being five. ayana was almost three years old.

"hey, don't knock mama over!" eren laughed, letting his kids go to help balance you.

you watch the three of them with a smile, taking a bite of the strawberry in your hand.

"now. how about we to auntie's for breakfast? give mama a break hm?" eren suggested cheekily.

you laugh, already knowing what he was hinting at.

--

the four of you don't bother to change, just slide on some shoes and go to ymir's house.

of course, you make sure to bring a bag of changed clothes for when they want to go outside.

eren has the key to her vacation house, so he just opens the door and lets them in.

"good morning!" he calls at the bottom of the steps, almost immediately hearing his older sister groan in response.

not too long after, he finds himself helping in the kitchen with her.

she's making breakfast while they catch up on 'lost times' even if they'd just came back from tour together.

you're relaxed on the living room count with historia, your feet kicked up on the nearby stool.

the two of you talking about anything possible.

probably the college classes the two of you shared, since eren didn't want to hear about it.

he claimed that when on vacation, nothing else matters. but sometimes you can't help yourself.

the kids are playing with their cousin, little alma.

when breakfast rolls around, you all sit at the table and engage in conversations together.

the air was amazing, and the room was lively and full of love.

it felt nice to be surrounded by people that were so close to his heart.

--

once breakfast is finished, and everyone is ready to move on about their day, they take showers and get dressed.

you and eren are offered the guest room, while your kids use alma's.

you dress yourself in a simple white crop with long sleeves and a matching shirt, wearing these slippers eren insisted on putting on you.

eren put his sweat shorts on and a graphic tee to go with it, before stepping outside in the sun.

he made sure to take pictures of you and your kids as you dashed around.

elias was chasing you and ayana with a water gun that was laying around.

no matter how much you tried to dodge the water and your son, it was nearly impossible.

elias was fast, just like his father was.

the three of you continue to play alongside the pool, being careful as not to fall in.

it varied from monkey in the middle, to hide and seek, to red light green light, and more.

eren never missed the smile on your face as you played like a child again.

it had been hours, and the sun was beginning to go down.

eren stepped inside, seeing ymir and historia begin to make dinner.

armin had finally arrived, and was by the bar mixing a few drinks to share while arguing with his older sister.

he and historia were twins, armin being born 3 minutes later.

a surprise baby, armin called it.

a horrendous mistake, historia would insult.

eren and armin spoke for a while, sharing a drink while reminiscing with his best friend.

the conversation continued, until loud wind could be heard from outside.

a helicopter, it sounded like.

eren stepped outside, looking into the sky while the palm trees bent in the opposite direction.

a helicopter it was, and eren knew exactly who it was.

he began walking in that direction, and the minute he made it, he seen the special guest.

his mother.

"¡mira quién es!" carla immediately said, flashing her son a smile as he walked over.

she pulled him down into a tight hug, peppering kisses onto his cheeks with a grin.

leave it up to carla to arrive in a helicopter.

eren walks to the house with her, complimenting her stella dress that was most likely gifted from ymir.

they make it just in time for dinner, in which they enjoy outside so they could watch the sunset.

when dinner is said and done, eren helps ymir clean up the house since he and his family crashed it a bit.

finally, the night comes to an end.

carla stays the night, deciding to take the pool house.

armin hugs his sister goodnight and heads home, claiming the view is so much better at his own place.

lastly, eren gets you and the kids home to sleep.

but of course, you and eren don't find yourself sleeping, and end up taking a walk near the lake.

"are you enjoying yourself?" eren firstly asked, his hand intertwined with your own.

you nod, smiling as you watched the stars.

and it's all eren needs to hear to push himself forward, do better.

so he gets down on one knee, and practically begs you to marry him.

in response, you laugh heartily and hold your swollen belly. it never failed to make eren smile.

"eren, were you even listening?" you questioned, putting your hands on your hips teasingly.

"yeah, i was." eren chuckled, glancing down at the ring.

did he do too much? or too little? he couldn't read your expression.

but you began laughing again, leaning down just a bit while calming down.

you looked gorgeous, the sun beaming behind you.

"eren. wake up." you giggled, pressing a hand to his cheek and tapping lightly.

--

eren blinked, seeing you stand before him.

it was daytime, and the chatter around you two was loud.

"how'd you end up falling asleep?" you questioned, standing up to your full height.

"i.. don't know." eren sighed, smiling to himself as he stood up.

he had fallen asleep at his college, under the enormous tree that sat on campus.

and dreamed about you, and his family.

"well come on. we got history and i heard professor ackerman is gonna cover today." you said.

eren grabbed up his things and walked beside you, sighing in satisfaction.

it was comfortably silent between you two, holding your things while dodging other people.

eventually, eren took your hand as the crowd began to grow.

there was no way he was losing you in this big ass crowd of people before class.

"what do you think about three kids?" eren asked, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

"boy, you must be outta your goddamn mind." you scoffed immediately, snatching your hand from him.

yeah, eren smiled, he had to put a ring on your finger.

[apupp3tw0-strings]

Halloween Hassles

Date: October 31st, 2131

Today is Halloween, one of the most exciting nights of the year. Though it was a bit rushed, I decided to dress up as my Dark World form (which I sadly couldn't really tell anyone about so I just went with its a D&D character or something I made up). Even if it's rushed though, I'm still proud of it. It took a lot of cardboard and spray paint to make, and I even got my sister Broadway to help me temporally dye my hair pink! ... Even if glee says now I have to pay glam back because it was glare last box. Not my fault glee also decided to dress as glare Dark World sona. According to Broadway "You present me with the perfect pop star idol version of myself in October and expect me NOT to use it as a costume?" (I was a bit disappointed once I finally looked in the mirror and saw it barely even looked pink though. But according to Broadway again "It's not going to be that vibrant if you don't bleach it first. It'd probably look a lot better on your white strand than the rest of your head if you'd let me dye that part." My Dark World form keeps that strand light, Broadz!)

Anyways, after dropping Spamton off at Castle Town for the day and after Papa dropped me off at school back in Meta City, I met up with my friends. I probably should have told them I decided to dress as something other than our agreed super hero group theme. In my defense, I forgot. I also forgot about a promise I made with CK last year about us going trick-or-treating together this year when the five of us agreed to go trick-or-treating together as usual. I said we still could all go together. ... As long as it was in HomeTown. ... Which is a 30 minute drive away from Meta City (I'm really starting to see why Papa mentioned we really need to find a more convenient way to Castle Town, especially when we're making that trip to and back at least daily...)

Neil had asked why CK couldn't just come trick-or-treat up here, especially since Blaze mentioned that candy around here is better (everyone near where we live is rich, of course they have better candy.) But I mentioned that there were some other reasons I wanted to trick-or-treat down in HomeTown. (Even if I did want to use tonight as a chance to finally introduce Spamton to my friends, I couldn't just tell them about Castle Town. Taffy and Blaze are the biggest gossips I know, as soon as they found out about the Dark World, the news would spread like wild fire!) Eventually I offered for my Papa to pick them up, which they all seemed okay with before the bell rung. Little did I know that'd be more tricky to sort out than first thought.

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Once school was over, Papa picked me up from school to drive me to HomeTown so I could pick up Spamton. While I was waiting, I had some mildly concerning Asker interactions before Papa showed up (Guys, even if some of you exist on another plane from me... I think... Please don't open any Dark Fountains. That's... That's bad. No.) Once Papa finally did arrive, another Asker asked how Spamton's been lately. It's been... an adjustment with him around. Both for him and all of us. Not a bad adjustment but... IDK, sometimes I question if we really can help him or Jevil. But, gyeh, that's probably just anxiety talking. The Asker then mentioned something about trying to reintroduce both of them to their old friends, like the Seam or the Addisons... I still don't think that'd be a good idea. From what I've seen, Spamton is extremely apprehensive even MENTIONING the Addisons. I know they miss him, and they want to apologize (I haven't forgotten the promise I made to Click, the pink one) but... I don't think Spamton feels ready to confront them.

That's when my Papa mentioned something. After I brought up my concerns with having Spamton talk to his old friends, again, Papa adjusted the car mirror to look back at me and said something actually really smart that I hadn't thought about until now.

"PROBABLY BECAUSE HE'S STILL AFRAID. FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD, HE DOES RESENT THEM FOR ABANDONING HIM, BUT MOSTLY HE'S AFRAID THEY STILL HATE HIM."

"How… How do you know?" I asked, confused as to how Papa knew something like that when I didn't. I know Papa has been taking the charge as the adult in trying to help both Spamton and Jevil, but Spamton is MY friend (or... at least I hope he is). It feels like something I would have heard about first.

"HE TOLD ME." Papa stated. "WHEN WE HAD KRIS, CK, AND JEVIL COME OVER TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO HANDLE THIS SITUATION SOME WEEKS AGO. THOUGH JEVIL'S CLAIM OF WANTING HELPED SEEMED TO JUST BE ANOTHER GAME TO HIM, I WAS ABLE TO HAVE A RATHER CONSTRUCTIVE CONVERSATION WITH SPAMTON."

Yeah... So remember some weeks ago when there was the whole Dark World in my attic thing and I got possessed? Apparently while CK and I were doing that and we told Jevil and Spamton to distract Papa and Kris, though Jevil was being his usual self, aka an "annoying little shite" or a "bloody pain in my side" according to Kris, Papa managed to have something of a very productive and helpful break through with Spamton. (... That probably explains why he was acting so off and seemed pretty burnt out once CK and I got back.)

Once we finally arrived to HomeTown and I headed inside the school closet to Castle Town, I quickly found that Spamton wasn't in his room in the Castle. Naturally this freaked me out, not knowing where he was, the Askers did not help my anxiety. I knocked on Jevil's door to ask if he knew where Spamton was, to which the jester told me he had gone out because Jevil and Dorothy (who woke up about a day or so after my last post and I forgot to write about it. I should do that soon) where making quite a racket when Spamton was trying to read a magazine or something. Jevil then asked about if he'd returned or not yet. Okay, so now I had some sense of why Spamton was gone, but still not where he was. I thanked Jevil for the help and went out to look for Spamton. (Jevil was apparently too tired from earlier to help.)

To be continued

[voxofthevoid]

no. 40 sukuna/gojo role swap........ your MIND ohmy god. they're both power tripping menaces just different flavors, idk why i never thought of their places exchanged oughghhu DELICIOUS!!!!! And goyuu, what's closer than close? The vessel and the curse nestled in your ribs huh... the sweet rot growing into your heart and lungs and oh wowowow!!! I'm never not going to be thinking about Fallen God Gojo sealed into eyeballs. King of Curses Sukuna manifesting evil red eyes on yuuji boringgg— King of Blasphemy GOJO turning Yuuji in a overbright disco ball with too many all-seeing eyes like freckles, like stars, eheheeeee I love it i love it♡ and Yuuji popping eyeballs like grapes. I can't unsee it help😭 I found one(1, SINGULAR) fic w this premise already i need to hunt down moreee😬😬😬 thank you SO BMUCH for sharing your fics idea with us, your brain is a marvel♡♡♡ + and a terror, if my wip folder was closer to 100 than 50 for one fandom i'd crack like an egg are you kidding me🫠

Haha thank you 💙

The funny thing is that this idea was actually sparked by an anon ask from several months ago (when my plot bunny count was nearly half what it is now—nvm, I checked again and it was 61 then) that asked if I had any ideas for KoC!Gojou. At that time, I didn't! There was only KoC!Yuuji with Sukuna as the vessel.

But the issue with asking me if I have any ideas is that, if I find it interesting enough, my mind will end up latching onto it and spawning something, which is how #40 came into being.

Also, it's delightfully eerie how closely you've nailed my outline for Gojou's and Yuuji's appearances in that AU:

Blind eyes all over Gojou's body, filling with blue every time Yuuji eats one shriveled little ball. Number of active eyes depends on the number of eyes consumed. Closed slits all over Yuuji's body that stay open but blind after Gojou exits him. He'd have a time looking in a mirror and thinking of the time he called Gojou beautiful.

This is mostly a dark, angsty romance because I think there's no kind ending for Yuuji falling in love with the monster in his soul, even (especially) if that monster loves him back. The fic is meant to start with the aftermath of Gojou getting out and taking over...not the world, but Yuuji's corner of it and then work backward. Either reverse chronological order or non-linear, I haven't decided yet, but I want to cover all the important bits from their first meeting to the botched execution.

Also, I believe @laughing-sock was working on a KoC!Gojou fic when that linked ask came in, so that might help scratch your itch for such fics. Happy hunting!

(Bonus note about Sukuna in this AU: Special-grade curse user Sukuna. Yuuji's brother. He can be Yuuji's best inspiration to not let Gojou out.)

And well, are we very sure I haven't cracked like an egg? The more the WIP/idea number grows, the less sane I feel 😂

[shroomshark]

Wrote the whole ass Au Idea out of these two on twitter so like might as well copy and paste it in here,,,

A Vinzack AU idea where Vin is a half dragon and Zack is a human. This is set in a modern setting,,, a lovely thread,,, If there are spelling mistakes, just ignore them because my tired ass does not wanna fix them or notice them, thank you and enjoy

So like Jhigh decides that they are going to take a trip to this old temple/kindom that is now used as an tourist attraction like somewhere far away. But everyone has to rent at least the top part of the hanbok to seem respectful to their own culture when they visit

(they actually would've had to pay for a fee but you get to go free if you have an hanbok on and everyone decided that was more fun) so like as they are on their way there. Vin realizes that the place is what Vin's childhood palace should've been until things happened and now

that place is a tourist attraction. Vin could've been raised there since he had the dragon in him but instead he was raised in Cheonliang with his mom being a dragon and his dad being a regular human. so like vin was half pissed off when the buss had parked them pretty far away

from the place. Vin also was the only one who had not rented an hanbok because he could just go to the closest gas station's bathroom and transform his dragon hanbok on and hike his way to the place and pay for nothing. So Vin did do that. But Vin was surprised when he got out of

the stall to see zack angrily stare at himself through the mirror and then it hit Vin that Zack had a grey hanbok, a commoners' hanbok. Vin was about to tease Zack when Zack just walked out of the bathroom not wanting to deal with Vin but Zack had forgot his gat(the korean hat)

by the sink and then vin picked it up and started to go after Zack. They both are now separated from their friend groups since they went to the bathroom and told them they can go ahead and not wait for them. Zack just needed some fresh air since Zoe had made some silly comments

about the hanbok and zack overdramtazied the situation and had to blow out some steam. fucking drama queen zack. Anygay, Vin started to go after Zack and he caught up to him and told Zack to stay in place as he started to put on the gat on Zack and tying the bow. they bickered

as they got up to the palace/temple/fuck idk im tired, they didn't even try to find their friend group as there were a lot of people and it seemed so hard to find them in all of the mess, so Vin just decided to explore the place with his gut feeling and zack followed him

as zack was following Vin, he noticed that Vin also had the traditional shoes and the pants. Then Zack took a even closer look and noticed all the jewerly and extra stuff on Vin. Zack then asked where Vin had rented his outfit and vin half lied that his mom had made it

as Zack was taking a closer inspection on the decoration of the prints, zack didn't notice he was about to go through a wall with Vin. But to Vin it looked like an open room. The staff of the place was watching Vin because of his outfit went pale when the two went through a wall

the staff member then blamed it on seeing things. Meanwhile when they entered the room, suddenly there was a tail in front of Zack's face and Zack grabbed onto it not knowing it was Vin's tail. Vin's half dragon form was exposed out in the open in that room as the dragon spirit

coughed as they took a giant form of a physical dragon. Then their both's attention turned into a dragon as the dragon had a very judging look. "Not another of my people wanting to get my blessing on their marriage with a commoner! Why can't my kind get with the rich sometimes!"

the only word vin understood in that moment was that the dragon calling zack poor so vin corrected the dragon that Zack actually was rich but he decided to rent grey and black stuff because he is such an loser and Zack was about to punch Vin and then they got into an argument

and zack kept telling vin not to ruin his expensive shoes or his watch and vin just kept telling zack how dumb he is. They were about to throw hands but stopped before they actually landed on each other. They were so heated in the moment that they did not fucking realize

that the dragon spirit fucking thinks they are about to get married and are getting a blessing from the above to grant some cool stuff. So, the dragon likes their dynamic and just says "Yeah, yeah, you can have my blessings, blah blah, you may now kiss your partner blah blah

let me get back to watching these tourists being hilarious idiots. please get out of my room to kiss, it's getting pretty annoying to see y'all kiss in my sacred personal space, byee!!" and then vin and zack get pushed out of the room and the same staff from earlier saw them

fly out of the wall and decided they needed some good fucking sleep. Both Vin and Zack cursed when they got up from the floor. As Zack was getting up, he noticed something on his ring finger. It was a red tattoo of a dragon wrapped around the finger like a ring, then zack turned

to look towards vin who was back to his fully human form. Vin had the same tattoo too. Zack started to scream all of it was Vin's fault and vin had no idea why zack was screaming at him until he showed the tattoo to vin and then vin went silent. Zack noticed that vin went silent

all of the sudden and was about to say something until vin spoke up and said "Since you are now a dragon's soul partner and have the blessing of the dragon, no evil spirit will ever get near you. Since you are scared of them or whatever. I'll leave you alone and lets pretend

this never happened" and vin starts walking off and zack just stands there wondering why vin gave up so easily on arguing when they both would always argue until someone else stopped them. (this thing happened before the sircus so vin's reasoning was that he believed zack would

never view vin as a soul partner because he is a murderer and his eyes) so zack continued to hide the tattoo with bandages not wanting to show off that he and vin have matching tattoos on the ring finger. Also the tattoo on the ring finger was harder to hide than the two

massive tattoos zack had above his ass and his happy trail area(the fuck is that thing called again?) and zack cursed really fucking loudly when he noticed them, meanwhile vin had gained an extra dick when he went back into his half dragon form and his horns where much more

larger. His tail was also much larger and longer, plus vin learned that now his tail was also acting out vin's emotions and vin had accidentally knocked over chairs when he got excited listening to duke's song. so vin tried to avoid letting his dragon side out but

it would hurt him if he stayed human way too long, so vin just had to suffer not getting too excited in his own home. As the time passed they actually never decided to address the whole thing until after the circus when zack learned more about vin, ok brain died im off to bed gn

[dr-brainrot]

Alastor's Time Alive + Deal Theory

You know why it’s important to know who Alastor’s victims were?

Because it’ll explain A LOT.

If Alastor was just another run of the mill serial killer, he probably killed for the thrill coupled with ego, trauma, and untreated psychological issues. His victims either had no connection, or they had a hyper specific trait but they were innocent people. Think Joker.

HOWEVER, let's say Alastor killed not so great people. Rapists, abusers, violent people, etc. I’m imagining a vigilante taking the law into their own hands. Alastor gets a thrill of living the double life while also feeling power over taking out shitty people. This would make sense given what we already see from him in the show. To our knowledge he doesn’t go after lesser sinners unless they cross him, he takes out big overlords, and anyone’s soul he has tied to him doesn't seem physically tethered to him. The souls he has (Husk, Nifty?) appear to live their lives until Alastor calls on them. This is much more humane (for hell) compared to certain overlords we’ve seen (*cough*Valentino*cough*).

So what? Alive Alastor (possibly) kills shitty people, gets a thrill from getting away with it and the power trip, he dies because he was sloppy with one of the bodies, and seems to be continuing his hunt for power and dominance in hell. Why does this change anything?

Because that would make him complex. Instead of just being this serial killer, he’s a serial killer with a vigilante complex and some sort of moral code. 

And him being complex could point to who his deal is with and what his deal could be related to.

When Alastor is freaking out, he mentions “Once I figure out how to unclip my wings.” I don’t think this is alluding to Alastor being an angel (saint? Since he’s human idk if it's an angel), but it might allude to Alastor having a deal with an angel. But who? Haven’t we met all possible angels? Not necessarily.

Where’s Eve?

You’re telling me that the woman who ate the apple, a pretty significant part in bringing evil to earth, Adam’s second wife, is NOWHERE TO BE SEEN??? Yeah, no. 

Adam and Eve are probably estranged, given Adam seems very interested in every other woman except Eve. I’m wondering if Eve would take the role of a 50s trad wife? I think the guilt and shame Lucifer has for being a fallen angel and his hand in bringing evil to the world could be mirrored in Eve, where she tries her best to be the perfect wife, perfect woman, to repent for her mistakes. She’s allowed in Heaven because she begs for forgiveness. 

When the first extermination happens, she probably went down to Hell with Adam, to see what her actions resulted in. She gets to Hell and is shocked with what she sees. She sees sinners, but she also sees how complicated sinners are. They have families, there’s children down here, some sinners are trying to protect their loved ones from the extermination, fearful for their lives. She can’t unsee the human in the sinners.

And then she runs into Alastor, who just so happened to take a stroll to see where all these angels are coming from and wtf is going on??? Eve sees Alastor and she just has this gut feeling about him. A killer sure, but he was as complex as any of the other sinners down here.

So she goes up to him.

She talks with him and thinks that his actions were brutal, but he wasn’t killing anyone who’d be missed. He had a very specific moral code, with twisted execution, and probably grew up in a traumatizing environment. She sees how powerful he is and, while standing in the middle of blood and carnage, she makes a deal with him. She’ll give him some of her angelic powers under the condition that he will be her Hell diplomat, making sure Hell isn’t screwed over completely by Heaven. I feel like Eve would have a soft spot for Hell and its sinners and would feel bad that she got to go to Heaven, even with her sin, while the rest rot in Hell. Alastor 100% agrees because hell yeah more power. Eve’s first order is for Alastor to go down to Earth and make sure there are still sinners coming into Hell, even with the extermination happening. 

So that’s what he does. He’s on Earth making sure souls come to hell for 7 years. Which would make sense of why Alastor knows modern slang in Stayed Gone. Granted he could have heard it in Hell, but he hasn't been in hell for the past 7 years, so how tf would his great depression ass know what a podcast is? I think Heaven would hear the news about Charlie’s hotel (They know about Angel Dust, they’re somewhat aware of the goings on in Hell) but because they thought it was a fruitless plan they didn’t really care, except for Eve. Eve eventually hears about Charlie’s idea and immediately wants to help her, sending Alastor back to hell to keep an eye on her and her hotel. Cue season 1.

This would make sense of why Alastor thought he could take on Adam without angelic weapons. He was already given some angelic powers, surely he’d be strong enough to hold his own! Until he gets his ass handed to him. Cue freak out. 

I think the correlation between Lilith and Alastor both disappearing 7 years ago is just a coincidence, I think Lilith’s deal with Adam is separate from Alastor’s deal with Eve. I have other thoughts on Lilith and Adam’s deal but that’s for another post lol.

And I'm also operating under the impression that the exterminations have been going on for 7 years and not longer, but again that's another post.

I’d love to hear other theories! I’m still on the fence on Eve's motivations, and also her relationship to Lucifer? Like were they actually- uh… bow chika wow wow-ing??? What would that mean for Lucifer and Lilith’s relationship? Is Eve a jealous ex trying to get into the royal hell family??? That would mess up the story we’re told in the beginning, though I doubt the book was written with truth at the forefront (possibly propaganda). Honestly I’m buzzing with theories🤯

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Idk mp100 headcanons I guess

Reigen is quarter American from his mother's side. More specifically, his grandfather was American. This fact changes nothing, if anything it inflated his ego in English class and he ended failing multiple tests before finally asking his grandfather for tutoring lessons.

Reigen still failed to learn to speak English. He can write it pretty decently.

Although he is naturally blond, Reigen does dye his hair because he's going prematurely grey and he has trouble accepting it lmao

Serizawa has voice volume control difficulties.

Shigeo uses an array of highlighters and colored pens for his school notes and uses cow themed tabs to bookmark the important pages. I think his dad got him the cow tabs at the start of the school year :) he likes milk a lot, be figured the cows would make his son happy.

Yes the cows made Shigeo happy.

Speaking of Mr. Kageyama; although they aren't close, I do think his dad TRIES to be close with Shigeo. Tries to understand his interests and his powers, too. He's tried taking him on regular fishing trips and help with homework when he was younger, but Shigeo would always use his powers to fish and he preferred doing homework alone.

Mr. and Mrs. Kageyama met Reigen about 2 weeks after Shigeo did and they were fine with Shigeo working for him. It seemed to make their son happy and more socialble even. They could never get him to play with other kids his age or connect with him on a more emotional level— but that all pretty much changed with Reigen as a sort of mentor for Shigeo. His parents noticed he started talking to other kids in his class more often when school was getting out and every so often, Shigeo would come to them to talk about whatever was bothering him. They aren't so close and involved because they respect Shigeo's boundaries. His mom tries to get answers from Ritsu from time to time to keep tabs on him, but otherwise, both his parents stay back and allow him all the space he needs. They're grateful for Reigen's involvement in his social development, because if not for him, Shigeo wouldnt be the way he is now. Its nice to see him smile more.

I think the Kageyamas and Reigen do talk tho. Maybe mainly over the phone. But I wouldn't exactly call the three friends. Just three people who happen to care about and take care of Shigeo.

However they have zero fucking clue of how much of a fraud Reigen is lmao

I think Ritsu would like coconut flavored candies. I dunno why.

Shigeo went undiagnosed with autism until pretty recently actually. It was actually Dimple mustering as much energy as possible to send the messages along to the Kageyamas because SHIT this child needed a little more help in school! He wasn't a bad student of course, he just struggled with certain aspects in school that Dimple actually knew there were accommodations available for as long as the kid had that doctors note.

So like just imagine Dimple leaving messages on the fogged bathroom mirror or written in ketchup on the kitchen counter. He wasn't subtle about it. He knew this kid for all of 3 months at this point, he wasn't about to watch him struggle for much longer.

When Shigeo did get the diagnosis, nothing changed besides the accommodations. He hardly ever remembers hes autistic.

Reigen has adhd. He's transmasc and gay.

Serizawa is autistic. He's cis and gay.

Dimple is an enemy of the state, specifically the localized area of the entire United Kingdom plus half of Belgium and Cancún, Mexico. /j