#even if they’re completely crazy explanations! that’s still something!

[via-the-cryptid]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Miss Goldenweek’s powers are bullshit — and we’re talking about One Piece here, so that’s really saying something. we know she has no devil fruit bc of this questionnaire, but even in the early days of the manga when people just pulled wild powers out of nowhere, there was still some explanation.

Jango is the best comparison I can think of for someone who has a bullshit power that’s confirmed to not be a devil fruit, and he gained his hypnosis ability bc he ate a hypnotic mushroom that then grew on his chin. is it a bullshit explanation? of course it is! this is One Piece! but the fact of the matter is that it’s an explanation, which Miss Goldenweek still hasn’t gotten to this day!

tl;dr: Miss Goldenweek’s power is completely inexplicable, even by one piece standards, and it drives me CRAZY.

So the "hypnosis powers don't come from devil fruit" is confirmed but the explanation for how they work is still perplexing at best

[vampyrixdarling]

Hi I have a request! (I know it’s not the season but-I wanted to know) do you do Yandere Werehog Sonic? Of a reader who actually love’s werewolves?(if not that’s okay?)

— 「𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬」

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╰┈➤ [yandere] Sonic the Werehog x reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis; How would yandere Sonic act to you in his werehog form?

: ̗̀➛ Type; Platonic/Romantic Headcanons

: ̗̀➛ warning(s); yandere behaviour, obsession, brief mentions of kidnapping, brief mentions of murder.

Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

☆ Sonic in his Werehog form isn’t that different from his usual form. Other than the obvious changes in appearance, he’s still the same funny guy. Just.. a bit more huge and fluffier. Truth be told, he didn’t even know you liked werewolves.

☆ He found it weird— yet oddly comforting—that you didn’t really mind his new form. He loved how you didn’t mind his razor sharp teeth, or the unsettling growl tinting his voice every time he spoke. You loved to feel his fur, and occasionally poke at his fangs to see just how sharp they really are.

☆ Sonic as a yandere would be Clingy, obsessive, possessive & paranoid. This only gets worse when he’s a werehog, as these traits amplify significantly.

☆ Speaking of, I think his clingy and obsessive behaviour would become stronger during this. He already hates being away from you normally, but it just gets worse when he’s a werehog. His jealousy would also skyrocket. He’d also be way more protective of you.

☆ On the topic of jealousy, I don’t think he minds getting his hands dirty. If he feels he needs to, for any reason, he’ll do it under the guise that he’s protecting you. If it’s someone he doesn’t like, he’ll convince himself they’re bad news and need to be taken care of. He’s very protective of you, and he won’t let anything horrible happen to you, so why should he just stand by and let some guy who’s obviously making you uncomfortable talk to you? He’s a friend? Sure he is. You’re just blinded, surely. That’s the only explanation the werehog can come up with after all.

☆ I also think he’d inherit at least some animalistic traits and instincts. I think his sense of smell would be heightened, and so would his needs to protect you. He’d also be a lot faster and stronger than he was before. He’d become familiar with your scent rather quickly, and it’s like a drug to him. He craves you, to hold you close and claim you as his, but he knows better than to kidnap you. Not immediately, at least. Besides, he knows you can never outrun him even if you tried your hardest, much less be able to struggle against him. Sure you can try, but he’s not letting you go that easily.

☆ Taken over by his animal instincts, he can’t help but give you gifts of his own. It’ll start small, with little dead animals such as mice or even flickies. But then it’ll grow bigger, with every kill Sonic commits in your honor being delivered straight to your house. Whether you choose to accept his gifts or run away is completely up to you. But that doesn’t mean they’ll stop, nor will Sonic. He loves the chase, after all. Plus, he’d act like a wounded puppy if you found out it was him and expressed your distaste.

☆ I think he’d find it adorable how tiny you are compared to him. He loves to pick you up and spin you around. There’s just something about you being smaller that just drives him crazy. (No, not like that.) This would be followed by him squishing you in a hug, allowing you to be basically wrapped around his warm fur as he smiled, his sharp teeth allowing themselves to be seen. That’s one of his favourite things do to with you— to hug and cuddle you. It makes him think he’s protecting you, and allows him to be closer to you, both physically and emotionally.

[twinsarekeepers]

Princess Andromeda, Annabeth and Season 2 Predictions

In honor of the season 2 teaser trailer drop, here is an obscenely long and convoluted post stemming from my excitement lol.

Necessary mythological context: Andromeda was Perseus’s wife in the Greek myths. The story goes that her mother boasted about how she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs and so Poseidon sent a monster to ravage their kingdom. Her parents chained her to a rock in the middle of the sea as an offering to the beast to save themselves. Perseus, on his way back from slaying Medusa, ran across her and killed the beast, saving Andromeda. Some more stuff happens but that’s irrelevant to my analysis so let’s just skip to the happily ever after part because they settle down, have a bunch of kids, and live out the rest of their days in peace.

Other than the fact this it is just quite insane to name your boat after the wife of Perseus, it’s also an indicator of Luke’s motivation: Annabeth.

Because, and reader I know you know where this is going, Annabeth is the Andromeda of the PJO story. It’s more explicit in the show (in which they literally have a Perseus who is on a quest to save his mother hold a recently slain Medusa’s head up to kill a monster that has been hunting her since childhood while she watches. Very wild of them, I’ve never stopped thinking about it), but the books aren’t subtle about it either lol.

And this is where the Andromeda parallel really starts getting complicated. Because Annabeth is obviously Percy’s Andromeda, but she’s also Luke’s.

Luke and Thalia find Annabeth at her most vulnerable: her mortal parents have essentially fed her to the wolves by letting her run away, knowing she’ll be hunted by monsters, all to save themselves. Luke and Thalia take her in, care for her, and protect her. If they hadn’t found her, Annabeth very likely would have died. They take her to camp, where Thalia dies, but Luke and Annabeth are safe and they get to live peacefully (for some time).

But, Annabeth still feels trapped in some way. She wants to get out of camp to really prove herself as a warrior and a daughter of Athena. In comes Percy, the second and truer (literally lol) Perseus. He “unchains” her from camp (and Luke) by taking her with him on his quest.

All the tlt stuff happens and Luke betrays them and runs off. Next time we see him he’s an evil frat boy on a yacht named the Princess Andromeda and we NEVER GET AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY THATS THE NAME. Did Luke name it himself? Did it come named Princess Andromeda and, if so, what was Luke’s reaction because I know that man did not need more reminders of Percy around him lmao.

The show already honed in on the Perseus-Andromeda parallels in season 1, so I just know they’re coming up with something crazy for season 2 now that Andromeda’s name has a reason to be brought up.

Definitely think Andromeda’s story is going to be told in some capacity, especially so that people who aren’t mythology nerds can figure out the parallel that they set up in season 1 more completely.

Maybe they’ll replace Agrius and Oreius with it because it could serve the same function. Luke told their story to criticize the gods, and Andromeda’s story can also be used in the same way. I think it’ll be even more interesting because Poseidon plays the villain in her myth.

[tamelee]

Hi… what do you think about people hating on naruto and saying that sasuke deserves better than naruto and that he doesn't love sasuke as deeply as sasuke does. And the way he talks in ch 698 like he doesn't want to come out. And he marries the first girl who chases after him to hide his sexuality like a closet gay behavior and live up to society's expectations (following according to his mother's word). Sasuke looked soo sad in Gaiden because Naruto had rejected his love for him. Some SNS shippers say that's why they hate Naruto.

I highly doubt you’re talking about SNS shippers/fans though. I have a feeling I know exactly what kind of stans these are because they’ll take every opportunity to hate on Naruto (and other characters as well). And if such people do claim they are then I’m pretty sure that the ‘🍥’ joining the ‘🍅’ is just in the bio for show. As if to say, ‘I ship SNS, therefore my unsolicited and biased criticism against Naruto is extra valid :)’ when it’s really not, (and vice versa) but I‘ll spare you the rant.

Using secondary source material (anything ’Boruto’) in order to invalidate main source material (’Naruto’ Manga) to then try and rationalize secondary source material-outcomes (the sequel) with assumptions to fill the gap in between these two (blank period) when it’s completely void of all previous logic in the first place, makes a well grounded argument in what way exactly?

In other words; why the hell would you look at the sequel and willing let that change your perspective as if it holds any merit to what we’ve already come to learn?

There is nothing wrong with a good hypothesizing session. I know from experience it can be somewhat soothing to rationalize a way towards something unwanted. In this case, it’s the sequel. ‘Gaiden’ is interesting for its own reasons. It’s sort of like, trying to come up with an explanation that makes an outcome seem a little less… bad. Which becomes easier because Naruto and Sasuke’s misery is fully on display. In the case of these haters though, they make it worse and just blame a character for a company’s money-grabbing decision. To let that be the deciding factor for them that fuels these unhinged claims about him being a bootlicker that acts through hatred or whatever strange mumbo-jumbo they also come up with. But anytime someone tries to make an argument about ‘Naruto’ and uses “because in ‘Boruto’…” you can already cast it aside as invalid.

Connecting two unrelated idea’s doesn’t say nor prove anything. You can’t even disprove it either because the argument doesn’t make any sense.

So it’s also ironic to hate on Naruto using Ch. 698 as an excuse to say he ‘doesn’t love Sasuke as deeply as Sasuke does’, when it’s primarily Naruto trying to explain how deeply he loves Sasuke as best as he can lol. I’m not sure if I’m impressed by the creativity or just dumbfounded that someone can read Ch. 698 and then come to such an irrelevant conclusion as if it has anything to do with ‘coming out’. It’s like having a conversation with someone about a very specific type of bird when another person barges in to ask why they’re discussing how to create your own carrousel. And besides, Naruto may exaggerate his denial profusely when someone brings it up (which is by itself very telling), but he never was good at hiding how he felt about Sasuke or how far he’d go (literally the entire story), even threatening war on behalf of Sasuke, dragging Konoha in it, indicating revenge for Sasuke if he’s harmed when really it was just a matter of his own personal feelings. As… obviously Konoha couldn’t care less and in fact would most likely side against Naruto anyway. He’s already boldly shared his intimate thoughts with the entire world during the war though, didn’t he. He literally connected his Chakra with everyone and spilled his brainrot about him freely.

You can create your very own narrative towards the outcome that is ‘Boruto’ and make it as crazy as you want, but it will still be based on assumptions. In fact, go ahead and write that story if you must, they tried and failed with Hinata’s movie for a reason. I'm sure an SNS-fan can do a better job, in fact, they have.

The idea that Naruto would probably struggle to accept how he feels and what it means, could very well be true. It would definitely be conflicting with the role he is expected to play as Hokage and it’s also something I’m exploring in the story I’m writing. But, so would it be possible that Sasuke will struggle, because we haven’t forgotten that love caused him to experience the most horrible pain through betrayal, yes? Naruto does care about how he’s perceived and he is a people-pleaser that was on a journey to realize that there is a difference between the conditions he must meet in order to soothe his sense of feeling unworthy of love and the unconditional love Sasuke proved to hold for him, regardless of anything else. “Because I feel relieved just looking at you as it reminds me of the love I’ve lost”.

Acknowledging is one thing, accepting is a whole other and then taking the action-steps to pursue it freely would imo require another story which would’ve been a fitting follow-up after Ch. 699 if that was even possible in the first place for Kishimoto to do. But it’s not.

Stop for one second and think about the amount of value you put onto the money-grabbing shit-stain on the franchise that is ‘Boruto’ and whether you want that bullshit, no matter the label, to invalidate everything you’ve loved about it in the first place. Rationalizing something when the bridge toward it is missing completely and where the outcome isn’t followed by logic is just people inventing an explanation to justify their own unhappiness with something. Aka; their hatred for Naruto.

[lizardaggro]

student 21's villain academia, pt 1

so. not twst bully!au part 4. it's not canceled don't worry; i'm just having a couple health issues at the moment and this one was closer to being done. i've literally been working on it for 5 days, so... it was time.

this one is a bit slow to get started, as in it still hasn't kicked into action yet, but by part 3 or so you'll see my vision. this is an x gn!reader, so anyone can read it, and no, aizawa is NOT one of the love interests. i'd rather die than ship him with a student. i have no idea if this au has been done before; you don't have all the information yet so don't jump to conclusions about me copying so-and-so. this idea has been rattling around in my brain for like a year so i'm super excited to finally get it out! genre: gn!reader, fluff, found family, romance coming eventually, canon-typical angst trigger warnings: reader has a panic attack word count: 2004

You didn’t really consider yourself one of those ‘crazy anime fans.’ No, you were more subdued in your interests. You didn’t own hundreds of dollars’ worth of merchandise, nor did you insist on watching the latest episodes right when they aired. And above all, you would never try to force your passion onto others.

Lately you’d been really into a rather popular action anime by the name of Boku no Hero Academia, or My Hero Academia in English. It wasn’t perfect, but something about the characters just sucked you in. They were just kids, only fifteen years old, and suddenly they were faced with enemies backed by a villain even the strongest hero struggled against. Thus, you couldn’t help but feel little ashamed of yourself as you fell asleep to the ending song of the latest episode.

When you woke up, it was very abrupt. You were certain you’d been asleep on your couch, but suddenly you were standing in the middle of a busy street. Not wanting to be stuck there when the light turned green, you hurried to the other side. Was this a lucid dream? You’d never had one of those before, but there wasn’t another plausible explanation.

Taking in your surroundings, all the signs definitely weren’t in English, but somehow you could understand them. Was that Japanese? Huh, all that anime must be rubbing off on your subconscious. You caught sight of a TV inside an electronics store displaying the news. You didn’t know where you were supposed to be, so maybe that could give you a clue.

“Hinata here, reporting in from Musutafu News,” a young woman announced, “just this morning, up and coming villain Bakugou Katsuki wreaked havoc on a suburban neighborhood, completely destroying 8 homes. Can you believe he’s only 15?! Goodness, what has society come to? Fortunately, there were no casualties, but our experts believe it’s only a matter of time. And now, for the weather forecast…”

You tuned out the rest, in a complete state of shock. Bakugou is a villain? What sort of dream is this? Sure, he’s loud and violent and tells people to die on the regular, but he’s not a criminal! Is this some sort of joke? Is your subconscious playing some kind of trick on you? There’s some sort of nagging feeling in the back of your mind, like you should know something about this situation, but you just can’t recall.

You decide to keep walking, instead of staring blankly at the television like an idiot. Maybe you’ll find someone or something that can explain what’s going on. With luck, it’ll be one of the main characters. If you’re really unfortunate, you’ll find someone from the League. But who knows, maybe they’re the good guys here.

After about 10 minutes, it hits you. This is one of those alternate universe thingies! Your cousin, who’s far more invested in the fandom than you are, was trying to explain them to you at a family gathering, but you were only half listening. Now that was a mistake. Even worse, she seemed convinced that some people actually got transported into the worlds of anime! No wonder you weren’t paying attention. Clearly she had a screw or two loose. Yeah, there was simply no way something like that had happened to you. This was a dream, plain and simple.

But then the building right next to you caught fire. You were sure there was nothing before, but there was a fire and it was very, very big and very, very hot. Suddenly this all felt too terribly real. Was it a villain attack? Oh no, you were doomed. You were going to die- you’d only just gotten here and you were already going to die-

“It’s going to be okay,” you heard a gruff voice say.  It was probably Japanese, but you could understand it all the same. “Take deep breaths, one at a time. The heroes are already here, they’re apprehending the villain right now,” you heard him say softly. You did your best to follow his advice. In, pause, out, pause. In, pause, out, pause. After a while, it wasn’t so hot, and you could turn to look at the person who had calmed you down. You weren’t one to judge, but he looked like he needed some help- holy cow that’s Aizawa!!

Okay, you were not expecting that. Sure, you were hoping you’d run into a friendly canon character, but you didn’t think it’d happen that easily! You knew you needed to say something though, or this would be painfully awkward. “I, um,” you spluttered, “I’m a huge fan, Eraserhead. Can I get an autograph?”

“A fan, really? I don’t have too many of those.” He looked pleased, but also a bit confused. That was to be expected, considering he’s an underground hero. “Sure, do you have any paper on you?”

Ah. That was a bit of a problem. You searched your pockets, turning up absolutely nothing, not even your phone. “Nope. Nothing. Guess I won’t be getting that autograph, huh?” You were disappointed, of course, but it wasn’t the end of the world. As messed up as this world seemed to be, you were probably better off not meeting any more canon characters unless they were saving your life. This was just a lucky chance.

“Ah, well, that’s too bad. Hey, kid, you don’t seem like you’re from around here. Are you lost?” Aizawa asked. You did a double take, wondering if it was really that obvious. Kid, though? How old were you?

“Um, yeah, I’m pretty lost, I think. I’m not really from around here,” you vaguely expressed. Even you weren’t sure where here was. You were beginning to fear that this might just be your new reality, but naturally you couldn’t just accept that out of the blue. A large part of you was holding out hope that this was just a crazy dream. Because if Bakugou was a villain in this world, then what did that mean for the rest of the characters?

“You think? Did you hit your head or something? I can take you to the hospital to get it looked at,” he offered. You were pretty sure a concussion was the least of your worries, but sticking with Aizawa seemed safer than being alone in a strange place, at least. He did appear a little suspicious of your condition, but you were only telling the truth. You had no idea what was going on either.

“That might be a good idea. Thank you,” you agreed with a nod. While the doctor wasn’t likely to find any brain damage, you could at least see if you had the quirk factor gene thing or not. The odds were next to zero, but if this was a dream, you might just turn out to be super overpowered!

Yeah, right. Even if you did suddenly find yourself being up to par with some of the main characters, there wasn’t much you could do with it. Public quirk usage was illegal, and it’s not like you’d end up in a hero school with zero documents to prove you actually existed.

You and Aizawa walked in silence, presumably to the nearest hospital. You really hoped he wasn’t also a villain in this world. But if he was, then why would he have helped to calm you down? So, you were probably safe. For now, at least. You couldn’t cling to him forever.

When you reached the hospital, Aizawa took you to the emergency room. You didn’t think you were that much of an emergency, but you couldn’t provide much of a counterargument without revealing too much. What were you supposed to say, anyway? “Oh, hey, by the way, you’re just a character from an anime I watched back home, except for some reason the timeline got really messed up and now Bakugou’s a villain?” As if! He’d think you were crazy!

So instead, you went along with it as you were brought back almost immediately. You weren’t sure if it was because they thought you had a head injury, or because you were with a pro hero. Either way, it wasn’t fair to the other people waiting, those who actually needed help. But again, there was nothing you could do.

Several annoying and probably unnecessary tests later, a doctor came back to your room to speak with you. “Well,” she began, sitting down on a stool, “I have good news and bad news. The good news is that all the tests came back normal. The bad news is, well, none of our staff could find any information on you. Are you sure your name is in our system correctly?”

You knew this would happen, unless the universe magically decided to cover for you. “Yes, they’re correct. I just, I don’t really remember anything else. I know that and some basic information but that’s about it. I don’t even know where I come from, just that it’s not here,” you told her, trying to be as calm as possible. You’d had plenty of time to think about what to do while you were waiting on the results, and you figured amnesia was the best option.

It was true, in a sense, that you didn’t know where you came from. You were beginning to be convinced that this was reality, but you didn’t know how. Was this some sort of parallel universe? You didn’t know how all that physics stuff worked, but that sounded the most likely.

The good news about the timeline being messed up was that you didn’t have to worry about your presence messing things up. You were basically free to do whatever you wanted. You were, however, severely limited by the fact that according to the government, you weren’t a real person.

The doctor and Aizawa shared a look. “Well, I’m going to step out and have a chat with the doctor here about what to do next,” Aizawa said in a tone that didn’t betray anything. That made you nervous. Were you in trouble because you’d said you were his fan? Were you going to be interrogated, or worse, sent off to Tartarus, never to see the light of day again?

No, you’d be fine. Everything would be fine. You just had to focus on your breathing, and try not to think about everything that could go wrong. From what you knew about him, Aizawa wouldn’t turn on you so quickly. You hadn’t done anything wrong.

After a surprisingly brief amount of time, Aizawa re-entered the room alone. The doctor must’ve left to go see other patients. “Hey kid, it sounds like you’ve been through a lot. So until we figure out what to do with you, you’re welcome to crash at my place. I’m guessing you don’t have any school to attend?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Aizawa,” you mumbled. What else were you supposed to say, anyway? Who knows, maybe you could go for a career in acting after all this was over. You’d have plenty of practice by then, that’s for sure. You felt guilty for lying to him, of course, but what choice did you have?

“I figured as much. I’ll talk to the principal at the school I teach at and see if we can’t get you enrolled when the new school year starts two weeks from now,” he supplied. You tried not to let your surprise show on your face. You were going to go to UA?! Nezu would still have to agree, but this was beginning to sound like a classic main character development. You didn’t want this hero academia; especially not when everything could be messed up!

“In the meantime, I’m sure you must be exhausted. Come on, let’s go home,” Aizawa said. Home. That was a nice sentiment. Here you were, in a new world all by yourself, unsure of what was the same and what had changed. But at least you had a place to rest your head.

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[sizzlingpatrolfox]

I don't think Layover did great tbh. Terrible on YouTube (including all his MVs, Tiny Desk, and music show performances), underperformed in the biggest music markets, did poorly on k-charts (that debut was abysmal compared to the other members), predicted for less first week albums in the US than D-Day despite an extra version (but waiting on chart). Here’s a chart I’ve seen floating around Twitter that gives a good idea. Probably need to verify some of it, but I think it’s mostly accurate...

https://pbs.twimg.com/media/F6LDbz4bYAADB7M?format=jpg&name=medium

His fanbases started working really hard on his first week Spotify streams when they realized he wasn’t doing great anywhere else, so he ended up with higher first week streams than FACE and LC, but barely, and most of his streams came from SEA (which isn’t a big deal or anything, but a lot of it was definitely from mass streaming farms). He also had a massive day 8 drop and allegedly way lower than day 8 for FACE. And let’s note that Layover has one extra song instead of an interlude too. He’s also higher on some official album charts, but that’s only because FACE wasn’t eligible because it’s an EP. He had much bigger overall album sales, but we were expecting that with vbar. I think they bought like 840k? So over 1/3 of his sales.

Unless I’m missing some achievements or got something wrong (I haven’t kept up with everything), I think it was a pretty meh debut considering all the promo he did and the fact that he’s “the most popular member”. They only have those first week streams, pretty sure. LMA has had good longevity though, so I guess we'll see. And BTW, they’re saying his hot100 performance was hurt because of DC2 sales being gone, which, sure, but he had 50k Slow Dancing CDs to compensate, way more than LC, and they couldn't even completely sell them out. I think his stans were using VPN to buy on iTunes in the US too because a few days in he went from 1 to 44 on iTunes chart with no explanation and never recovered. Curious what his final sales end up being. I'm not saying he did bad, but I don't think it's really anything to brag about either... I haven't seen a ton of objective people talking about it though so idk for sure.

The spreadsheet is killing me hahahs #dedication. I would like to know the missing numbers and positions, tho! Still, thank you.

I knew about kcharts, youtube, albums, and first week on spotify for the album. I saw some number that I assume included his prereleases, and it really is nothing major considering the first tracks released, and the fact that it had one more song than face. Just five minutes ago I saw that on their 8th day, like crazy (combined) had the same number of streams as Taehyung's entire album??

Sidenote: if there's one thing I was forced to learn this year, is how much difference combined versions of a song can make.

I don't think he had that much of international promo, or at least I didn't see it. I know he's been to A LOTTT of korean shows, and also his promo for pre-releases was already longer than Jimin's, but I think he just comes across as a really uninteresting person so I don't know if people would actually tune in to his music, no matter how many times they see him on TV. He definitely got more than Jimin, that's 1000% for sure, even if we consider the MVs alone; he got the same thing Jimin was denied.

I knew he'd get more albums sales, because past experience. And I knew they'd try hard to stream to break some "records", even if it won't hold up for too long. I also knew he doesn't really have many fans in the US, (I still think Jimin's the most popular member there). I've also been saying since the day I opened this blog that his "popularity" is overrated and he's never really been in the same league as Jimin when it comes to music. I blew off so many people here who would come up to me and try to convince me he was competition to Jimin or better than him in some way.

I guess the only thing I'm surprised with is youtube. I got his tiny desk video on my homepage today (saved it to watch later) and it has less than 300k views.......... It's kinda crazy. I wonder if part of the reason he got his visual album was because his youtube numbers were usually better than everyone else's combined and they believed he'd do good.

Oh, and the songs credits. It's unbelievable to me that he did NOTHING on it. People who work on songs get credits even for writing two words, so I just can't wrap my mind around the fact that he didn't do anything at all.

I'm also curious if they would've restocked the digital CD had it been sold out, but my gut tells me they wouldn't have, or it would've been just one more, and a smaller batch.

[lovelyrots]

Forced Matrimony

Chapter 13 - A Deal With The Devil Inside

🏷️ - @fax-for

FM Masterlist

Content Warnings - evil manipulative yandere Izuku, RIP Inko, the descent into madness continues

Just an fyi, there’s a poll up for this series so if you’re interested go ahead and take a look

He was home for a week after that, with tender promises to be home more in the coming weeks if something at work went well. He never spoke of what it was, just that it currently required almost all of his attention, even when he was home and locked away in his office.

You really wish you could say that you were glad for all the time alone but you’re not sure that’s the best thing for you anymore.

The silence during the day and sometimes at night seems so deafening that the tv no longer registers as noise and the buzz of quiet stirs up your imagination. Your mind starts to play games that you never signed up for, as you’ll set a book down somewhere and leave to get a blanket or drink and come back to that book being missing only to find it still on the bookshelf, like you never picked it up.

Or the time you turned the tv off and had set the remotes on the coffee table, intending on taking a nap right there on the couch, but an explosion sounding out through the speakers jolts you from your fitful sleep and you had the remote in your hand.

Even Izuku had seemed worried over your apparent confusion. You’d ask him why he was covered in so many bandages still and he’d just tilt his head, asking you what you were talking about and when you’d go to pull at the phantom bandages, you’d blink and see that it was just the way his shirt was wrinkled.

He never outright said that you were sounding crazy but the more that things seem to move or you see things that aren’t there, the more you wonder what’s wrong with you. There had to be some reason your mind was breaking, whether it was the isolation or the boredom or your mind just decided to start cracking for fun!

Late into the night when Izuku was home, curled around you so possessively, you’d wonder if your mind was starting to curl in on itself because you’ve been rejecting the soulmate bond for so long. Tidbits of information from that book Kurogiri had lent you floated in and out of your mind as you listened to Izuku’s calm, deep breathing.

It was easier to focus on your thoughts when he was home, so there was that. You could always hear him humming to himself or incoherently mumbling to himself while sitting in his office, so you wouldn’t have to sit in the silence of the house for just a few hours at least.

Just like now. Izuku and you were in different rooms, he was in the kitchen making something and you could hear him humming and occasionally mumbling while you sat on the couch, knees tucked under you as you read the random book you’d picked out. Truthfully, though, you had stopped reading it hours ago and were just staring at the words while your mind floated to possible ideas as to why you seem to be going crazy.

You were stuck on the idea that it was the isolation that’s driving you insane, but something just didn’t fit right with that explanation. Like there were a couple puzzle pieces missing, keeping you from completing the picture.

You swear you see things, things out of place or that just shouldn’t be there, but the second you look away or Izuku calls your name, they’re either gone or moved into their original place. There has to be some reason besides your dwindling sanity.

Maybe he’s drugging you to…do something! You’ve been too calm, well compliant is the better word, so maybe he’s putting something in your food or drinks so you’ll act up and he can get off on some power trip.

You jump as you’re torn from your thoughts by the smoke alarm ringing out. You stumble from the couch and pad over to the kitchen to peek in and can already feel your eyes water from the acrid smoke engulfing the kitchen. “Ah, sorry about dinner! I guess I forgot the bread was in the oven.” Izuku explains as he opens the window above the sink, but you barely hear him as you take in the state of…well everything.

The oven door was wide open as black smoke billows out, there was a pot of some red sauce that had at some point boiled over and made a mess of the stove top, and there were some vegetables that had been cut into uneven pieces (likely what Izuku had been doing before he discovered his bread had burnt).

“I’ll just order takeout, again. I promise I’ll make us dinner one night! If I can just figure out what Kacchan’s talking about, what does he mean fold in the vegetables?” He starts mumbling to himself as you step towards him, eyes zeroed in on his hand and more specifically the gash running along the edge of his left hand.

“You’re hurt.” You simply say as you tentatively grab his hand and pull him back to the present. “Hm? Oh, I guess I cut myself. I’ll go take care of it, if you could start cleaning some of this up. I’ll help when I’m done!” He starts to pull away but once again, you can’t help but hold onto him tighter before his hand can slip away from you.

“What is it, Y/N? Is something wrong?” You demurely shake your head and look away as you struggle to get out the words forming on the tip of your tongue. “Could, can I…help you?” You don’t dare look up at him, for fear that he’ll laugh at you or brush you off with that painfully indifferent look on his freckled face that you’ve seen him wear when he has to work in his office.

Carefully, he tilts your face up to meet his gaze and brushes your cheek with the back of his knuckles. “Of course you can help me. I’d love it, actually.” You don’t even notice your body relaxing into his presence as he walks with you to the downstairs restroom, watching him dig under the sink for an old tin lunch box plastered with All Might’s face and color scheme.

“I’ll wash this cut, if you’ll get the antibiotic cream and a bandage or two out.” He offers the box to you and turns back to the sink before you can start to say anything. Thinking it’d be best to just stay quiet, you look down at the worn lunch box and the faded stickers on the right side of the top, just under an old placement sticker where Izuku must have had his name at one point but has since faded with time and left a blank white space.

“Have you had this long?” You know he probably has, but the quiet started to creep in so it seemed better to ask a stupid question. “Since preschool, it was actually a gift from my mom. She thought I’d feel better about going to preschool if I had something All Might themed.” You perk up at that.

In all the time since he’s had you stuck with him, he’s never mentioned anything about his mom. All Might? Yeah, of course. You couldn’t begin to start with how many times he’s recounted his story of being the former pro’s protégé. Tidbits and stories about his friends and former classmates? Some days you think you’ve gotten enough gossip to start your own tabloid site based around some of the top 50 heroes.

Yet, he’s never mentioned his mom to you.

“She always tried her best to keep me happy. Do the most to keep my hopes up.” He continues as you finally open the box and root around for the supplies he had asked you for. “I may not even have half the collection I do if it wasn’t for her.” He ends with a half-hearted chuckle and a wobbly smile.

Your heart aches and you have to force yourself to look away from him. You can’t start to feel bad for him. You just can’t. After all the shit he’s done to you and put you through? There’s no chance in hell that you’ll let go of all of that, just because he says some stuff about his mom.

“Here’s everything, I’m going to go to the kitchen.” You set everything on the counter and rush out of the bathroom, bare feet thudding against the wood flooring as you run up the stairs and lock yourself in the bedroom. You just needed a couple minutes to yourself, that’s all.

Meanwhile, Izuku was leaning against the sink. Hand bandaged and dry, with a barely-there smirk. He knows you ran upstairs, likely to the only room you’ve dared to stay in beside the living room, but that’s not what matters. Not to him.

He’s aware of the way you’ve started clinging to him, albeit very reluctantly, and he’s especially aware of how you linger outside of his office when he’s ‘working’. You’ve started seeking him out, seeking comfort and socialization in the only person you have contact with anymore.

Is it really so cruel of him to make you so lonely that you seek him, your soulmate , for something so human? No.

Not in the grand scheme of things, at least. The universe paired you two together, after all. The way you fit against him, in every sense of the word, is just one part of why you’re perfect for him. It’s more than just your body and your face, it’s the sound of your voice calling out for him when he gets home. It’s the way your nose scrunches up when your coffee is too bitter or too sweet. Meanwhile he’s happy just to drink something warm in the morning.

The way his heart hammers in his chest every time your eyes stare up at him has to be a sign, how else would you be able to send his heart racing and his breathing off track with just a second-long glance?

Making you doubt your own sanity, though? That may be cruel, he admits. Simple sleights of hand and the occasional sleeping pill crushed into your favorite drinks that make you cling to him in desperation to keep the insanity of silence away, that all may just be too much.

But it won’t be forever, that he promises. Just until this case with Hitoshi ends and you’re ready to accept the soulmate bond. That way no one will be able to get between the two of you again.

He’s already taken care of most of your little ‘friends’ thanks to that one run in the two of you had so long ago now. Most have been carted off to underground prisons located throughout the country, with the more troublesome quirks neutralized, and the few that remain will be far out of your reach if you ever tried to run off again.

Once he’s taken care of, maybe he’ll see Hitoshi and thank him. After all, he wouldn’t have been able to plan out all of this before. He was lovesick and blind to the vermin that would have tried to keep you away from him, but now he knows everyone that you were close to. And they’re all gone.

You have no one but him, just as it should be.

“Sorry I’m late, but I only got called ten minutes ago. Officers, may I have a moment alone with my client?” There she was, Sae Nakamoto, Shinso’s lawyer and one of the best in her field as well. It doesn’t come as a surprise that they put off calling her for the past three days.

The agents that had been trying to get him to talk begrudgingly leave, but not before she asks them to turn off all recording devices for client confidentiality. “Since I wasn’t immediately called, I’m not quite up to speed on what you think my client has done.” A face as beautiful as hers shouldn’t be able to sneer like that, but it’s filled with enough venom to make the hotheaded agent from before agreeable.

The room remains quiet with just the two of them as she sighs and slumps into the chair opposite him. “So what have you gotten yourself into, now? Rough up some politician’s son that was playing thug?” Harsh steel eyes stare him down, not judging but ready to analyze for him any hint of a lie or some reluctance as he speaks.

“I’m being set up as a terrorist working for Shigaraki, of all people.” Her eyes widen, almost comically, before she leans back and crosses her arms. “Do you have any ideas as to who’s going to all this trouble? Have you told them anything or been forced to agree to anything?” She shoots off as she digs a small notepad out of her gray briefcase.

“I’ve simply told them I refused to comment until my lawyer was present. They haven’t gotten desperate enough to try to force me to agree to anything, but that doesn't mean they weren’t thinking of it.” She nods along, silver hair swaying side to side with the motion.

“I’ve got a good idea of who set this all up, but I need you to listen and put any previous notions about him aside.” Shinso starts, and this makes one of her perfectly kept eyebrows arch. “Izuku Midoriya, he has to be the one that did all of this.” The room goes silent as Sae blinks at him, red painted lips parted in shock.

“Izuku Midoriya? Deku? All Might’s successor? You better have a damn good reason, otherwise we’ll both be laughed out of court.” She huffs as he rolls his eyes.

“I had a fling with a girl that turned out to be his soulmate, years later he kidnaps her and I get her out and away. He did it again with the raid on Shigaraki’s base, I just don’t know how he found out where she was staying. Sound like a good enough reason?” Sae gets up and starts pacing around the room, a worried expression on her face.

“I’d need to get my hands on the evidence, see if there’s anything concrete. There’s very few judges that will forgo the soulmate clauses, not to mention the Hero Commision will want to push this through as quickly as possible and will probably play dirty to end it how they want.” She mutters to herself before groaning and turning back to Shinso.

“You said he kidnapped her? Was it clear that she didn’t want to be with him? It wasn’t just some lover’s quarrel and she wanted space, right?” He nods and gives her every detail he can remember from before finding you to the last conversation the two of you had.

“We might be able to fight this. I’m not saying he’ll be convicted or anything, but we just might be able to have all charges against you dropped. But you know your hero license will likely still be revoked, right?” She finally sits down and locks eyes with him, gauging how well he’s taking this. A simple nod is the only answer he gives, but it’s enough for her.

[akihabara-division03]

Aliens to the entire team 👀

Aliens - Do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

Anika tapped on her chin as she thought it over. “You know, I’ve heard of stories of extraterrestrial being real.”

“Anika, are you freaking kidding me…” Makina muttered.

“Makina, I know you said something but I have no idea what you just said.”

Makina groaned. “I’m definitely a believer that we’re not the only beings to exist in the universe,” she signed. “But that’s gotta be some internet bullshit.”

Anika chuckled. “Now, I don’t just mean from random people off of the internet, but there’s reports from politicians from other countries have made reports about real-life alien encounters.”

“Internet trolls, I’m telling you.”

“Then why are these reports coming directly from overseas government pages?”

“You’ve been on the internet for too long.”

Anika’s eye twitched. “Makina… I don’t wanna hear see that coming from you…”

Shian sighed. “Nope. Anika might be right, actually.”

Makina whipped her head around to face Shian. “You’re shitting me…”

Shian removed her hat and ran her fingers through her hair. “Makina, look, I’ve hunted fugitives all throughout Japan and traveled out of the country a number of times. You see some seriously crazy shit on the regular.”

Anika raised her brows, now completely invested. “Such as?”

Shian pat Makina on the back. “I actually have photo evidence. I’m usually a skeptic, but I don’t think there’s any other explanations for some of the things that I saw.” She reached into the pockets of her garters, pulling out her hypnosis mic. “I don’t even know what to make of the things I’ve seen while hunting… unusual wounds, series of unexplained occurrences. But they’re definitely not human or any ordinary animal.”

Makina eyes widened. “You’re kidding!”

Anika chuckled. “If there’s anything that Shian never is, it’s ‘kidding’.”

Shian shot her a glare.

Anika laughed and sighed in relief. “But still, hypnosis mics are used all over the world. I know I said I’ve heard stories from big-shot politicians have made reports of encountering aliens and all, but do you think it may just all be illusions from the mics?”

Shian shook her head. “They’re too tangible to be hypnosis mic illusions.” She blinked upon realizing something. “Oh, I’m glad you brought up the mics, because I have a theory based on my last trip to America.”

Anika’s eyes widened. “Are you trying to say…”

“The hypnosis mics are definitely made from alien tech.”

Thanks for the ask!

[roseberryboo]

This is Rose with the final update on the timespace anomalies that have been happening all over Unova.

They’re gone. It’s over. That’s right, everyone who was affected by them, you can now rest easy knowing that it’s all blown over.

As for what caused them… That’s a bit of a long story.

I’m going to start this off by saying they weren’t timespace anomalies at all. They were pockets of illusion peeking into reality, a falsehood carefully crafted with so much more psychic-type power than what should be possible.

This was all made possible with several psychic-type gems; an overabundance of them, really, all of them helping the main culprit- a gothitelle- with the upkeep on the illusion.

Before I say anything more, I CANNOT stress how damaging it is for a psychic-type to constantly be emitting psychic power like this, and how much abuse it would have to take for one to be able to even START to do anything at the scale this occurred at.

Now that that’s out of the way, we move on to what happened. I got kidnapped.

Ironic, isn’t it? Me, the person running the investigation on the SCP end, got kidnapped into the illusion. By my crazy ex.

It isn’t something I would really like to get too into, so I’ll just be sticking with as barebones information as I possibly can without making the explanation too hard to understand for the people that got caught up in it.

My crazy ex is- or was, I should say- a prank mewtuber, and she benefitted very much from having me around: I made her views, which made her money, which allowed her to keep going with her lifestyle in a secure manner. Since I am capable of a lot of life skills, that only made me more valuable to have around.

Once I broke up with her, though, her entitled ass wanted me back, so the best solution in her mind was this: create a separated, isolated reality where she could rule, and where she could still leech off from the outside world. Of course, a world like that isn’t complete without its subjects, so while it was in the process of solidifying (which was when and why all the rifts/portals/whatever popped up) she ordered the other two psychic types on her team to hypnotize people into believing they belonged in that world and beckoned them in.

The ‘paradise’ she made just happened to look like medieval Galar. Thought it would be more realistic to copy and paste the knowledge she studied about medieval Galar into her victim’s brains, so they cpuld better live up to their ‘roles.’

My role just happened to be the princess, since I am the object of her obsessions.

Problem is, I wasn’t willing to do that, so she had to kidnap me and put me in a psychic sleep until her ‘paradise’ was ready, so she could focus al her resources on keeping me hypnotized for the rest of my life I guess.

Now, just before I had gotten kidnapped, I was at a sleepover with my friends @ladyzee-oddityhunter and @uncle-dusknoir . I was originally going to pick something up and return, but when I took to long, that’s when they realized something was up, and let the rest of my friend group know that something was wrong.

I cannot understate how lucky I am to know them.

They jumped into the portals to save my damsel-in-distress ass, risking their own lives to do so, along with many of my other friends- with @delicatedelcatty @suicunecontainprotect and @cooper-magnolia among them.

Again, I am extremely lucky to know these people, and I don’t think I could ever show them just how much they mean to me. It’s impossible to say in words.

They all confronted my ex in a battle, and- when they won- had the gothitelle break the illusion. Together, we made sure my ex couldn’t flee the scene, and we had her arrested- as well as made sure that everyone who had wandered into the illusion was safe, too.

If I forgot anything, please let me know, I really don’t want to type anymore right now thank you this was a lot

[happyanderes]

🍴🍰Sweetheart, Sweet tooth 🍰🍴

Yandere cakeverse project prologue

Quick explanation to cakeverse. It’s a spin-off of the famous Omegaverse, but instead of the Alphas, betas, and Omegas, we got Forks, your everyday normal people, and Cakes. Forks lose their sense of taste gradually as they grow. Cakes are just like normal people, except they smell and taste (both flesh and bodily fluids) like cake to Forks, which drives Forks crazy. Cakes aren’t aware of their own identities, which makes it even more dangerous. I did a little bit of modification to this setting and even if they’re called Cakes, it extends to all sweets.

Holding a suitcase, you look up to the sky of this city, just not long ago, your taste disappeared completely, slowly faded out like the end scene of a movie.

Desserts were your favorite things in the world, having the sweetness melt away in your mouth brings pure happiness to your heart. Yet now, everything is bland, like this gray, gray world.

After accidentally biting a chunk out of your friend who, apparently is a cake, you escaped and moved to a new city, hoping to find help as they say they have ways to help Forks.

Even though you know there isn't medication for Forks yet, you still moved in, in hopes of retaining your sense of taste and going back to being normal.

The moment you step into the town, your sense of smell was flooded with sweetness, you feel your stomach sink when you do. It’s a familiar yet overwhelming smell, the sickening smell of the forbidden fruit. Your body tense up, your hands shaking. You should escape, you don’t believe in your self control, but the fee for breaking your lease is way too high and you don’t have any more money, not after that little bottle of cake blood.

You curse at yourself for giving in to that Cake’s offer.

Slowly, you follow the map on your phone, to your new place. You applied for a job a while ago, a night shift for a fast food restaurant, no matter how much it pains you to work with food, it’s the best paying one you can get. This is your life now, you think bitterly.

Days went by painfully slow, but a month has passed since you got to this town. As you hand out food through the drive through window, you see the child in the back seat staring at you, his lips are moving, you don’t know what he said, but you have an idea when the child’s finger points at you, his mother quickly pulling his finger away.

You look terrible, your hair is a mess, there are dark circles under your eyes, and no matter how hard you try, the wrinkles between your brows are unable to smooth down.

In summary, you look like you’re on the verge of insanity and/or death.

In this town, for some reason, you smell Cakes here and there, even when they’re supposed to be rare, your hunger for tasting something sweet again often leads you to trail off to follow the sweet scent they emit until you manage to pull yourself out of it. You are often afraid of the time when your sanity returns a little too late, and something you’ll forever regret has been done.

After what felt like forever, your shift ended, you head home, to a small castle made up of four walls, big enough for only you to curl up inside.

As you open the door and kick your shoes off, you find a letter laying right behind your door, it looks strange, you bend down to pick the letter up and look at it. An alluring sweet scent emits, wafting into your nose and tickling your sanity.

Like you’re under a spell, slowly, you tear the letter open.

Here is a list of the sweets I plan to do. I also take requests!

Chocolate ganache

Macarons

Mint chocolate ice cream

Scones

Red velvet cake

Spork

[sleeplessideology]

Leech Headcanons

Jade is overtaking my mind so I’m writing about him. And Florine, we can’t forget Florine <3

If it is not explicitly stated that something written below is canon, it is a headcanon

Enjoy <3

Masterlist

It’s canon that they’re Mama’s boys, but when they became close friends with Azul, his Mum would baby the twins just like she would Azul

Floyd Florine was told about the importance of shoes because while his father was on land for business (it’s also canon he is often on land for business) he was working with someone that just happened to be really into shoes and now thinks they are that important to all land dwellers

Child mortality rates are largely higher underwater than on land. Eels have many many more eggs than just two and the twins mention that the two of them and their parents are the only members with a “for now” implication. It’s pretty ominous, but the likeliest explanation is possible younger siblings on the way

Which I think makes sense, there is higher chance of offspring survival if there is more family to protect the young from predators

The twins sometimes switch places (the “twin swap” thing) and depending on their moods it’s either completely obvious or no one ever finds out

Like imagine them trying to contain their laughter while standing infront of Azul saying their the other twin, appearances not switched, only the strand of hair while Azul deadpans at them

Unless you have memorized which eye is which color on at least one of them, the impressions of each other they put effort into you’ll never realize what they did

Azul always knows

Female eels are much larger than males, their mum is probably almost 7 feet tall and I love that

The twins both have one dimple and despite most of their traits being opposite (longer strand of hair, eye color, and most notable, personalities) they have them on the same side

Probably the left but I can’t decide which side I just know it’s there somewhere

NRC school system intentionally placed them in separate classes from each other due to the chaos and disaster they caused in their classes together in their first year

Papa Leech is “head” of the family but if Mama Leech says something it goes. She’s the actual boss

Both Mama and Papa Leech are “composed” people like Jade, but they are also manic danger-noodles so the twins get their mania from small things their parents would say, do, and encourage

Jade wanted to be “composed” like his parents (bc he adores them <3) but Floyd was like “this crazy stuff is fun let’s go” and decided not to give a fuck

Floyd’s favorite thing to do is parkour (in his canon profile) when the twins and Azul first came onto land, he was flailing around bc he wanted to try parkour

Literally flopping like a fish out of sea

Also the potion didn’t give them clothes (an altered potion does that for them once they get a little more accustomed to land) so he was flailing around completely naked

People were scrambling trying to get him in clothes but he was like “nah I’m not done”

Almost broke his leg and Azul’s arm

Jade won’t let it go he thinks it’s one of the funniest things to happen

Jade is extremely ticklish, his and Azul’s families know but he does everything he can to hide it

Floyd pokes his sides all the time

But Jades response to being tickled is involuntary violence

Floyd has gotten many black eyes and bloody noses (broken once, these boys are strong as fuck) but he always thinks it’s worth it (except when he got a broken nose, that started a nasty fight)

They don’t actually fight often, most just banter and arguments they know neither of them are being serious about, but when they are genuinely fight they are fighting

Scratches, bruises, cuts, bites, occasional broken nose (once, when Floyd tried tickling Jade), and sometimes even lost teeth (which grow back easily but painfully)

It takes a couple days for them to make up but the always do

Will still press on each others bruises and pinch sore noses, but ultimately are on good terms again

Are used to sleeping with each other back home in the coral sea (common for merfolk to sleep with family and close friends as a means of bonding and safety) so they still sometimes sleep in each others beds in NRC

Including Azul, he feels safer when he isn’t sleeping alone

Anyway I need to stop before I get carried away lol

Have a lovely day and thank you

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

The following was written by an Emmy-winning Showrunner with long experience in Hollywood, and published anonymously in The Ankler today. I’m publishing it here because I’m a big believer in not reinventing the wheel. This really sets out what is wrong now with Hollywood, and what’s really at stake.

TC

HOW TRUST DIED IN HOLLYWOOD

“There’s always been a struggle between art and commerce, but now I’m telling you art is getting its ass kicked, and it’s making us mean, and it’s making us bitchy, and it’s making us cheap punks and that’s not who we are.”

Aaron Sorkin wrote those words for the pilot of Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip, which premiered back in the comparatively halcyon days of 2006. Mr. Sorkin wasn’t prescient so much as he vastly underestimated commerce’s complete and utter victory over art and the white-hot rage that would engender in the artists.

Consider this: In just the past four years, the writers of television, film, and comedy/variety shows have fired their own agents — going so far as to sue them in federal court and accuse them of being “mobsters” — and gone out on strike for the first time in 15 years. Some may say — and have said — that this is because writers are “crazy” or “spiteful” or that their leadership is “militant.” And all of that may even be true, but such characterizations elide the simpler, far more accurate explanation: Writers are angry AF.

And, unfortunately, even if the WGA strike were to end tomorrow (please, God, let it end tomorrow) with the writers getting absolutely everything they’re asking for (and, God, that wouldn’t be so terrible either), we — the collective “we” of Hollywood — would still be left to contend with that rage because it won’t go away and it won’t go away because the system that engendered it is broken.

Let me let you in on something that the WGA Negotiating Committee prefers you not know: Writers don’t really care about money. I mean, we like money — don’t get me wrong — but we practice our craft for its own sake. And the way you can tell is that, right now, half of television writers are working at guild minimum. We let that happen. Does that sound to you like people who are in it for the money? No, it doesn’t. We’re in it for the love of the game. The problem is... the game is no longer lovable.

Here are just a couple of examples: Screenwriters have watched opportunities dry up as studios eschew mid-budget movies that used to be the lifeblood of the feature side of the industry in favor of “blockbusters” (some ultimately more so than others). And those screenwriters lucky enough to get a gig are constrained by single-step deals which result in their payments being held hostage to free work. Even more soul-crushing, their hope of writing something original is a pipe dream in a land where studios worship at the altars of “intellectual property” and “pre-awareness.”

Things are arguably even worse on the television side. Writers for streaming shows are used to “development” that goes on for years and years. In broadcast (remember that?), the deadline of May upfronts kept everyone honest, but the recent move to “year-round development” now just means that development is a never-ending process. It used to be that the price of admission was a pilot pitch; now it’s a “pitch” for multiple seasons combined with a visual deck (if not a full-on sizzle reel) and, hey, an actor attachment and a filmmaker wouldn’t hurt either. And showrunners? They’re as interchangeable and disposable as feature writers have always been. (The biggest unsung offender on this front is easily Amazon. Here’s a partial list of all the shows where they’ve fired and replaced the showrunner: Carnival Row, Citadel, Gen V, Goliath, Jack Ryan, Paper Girls, The Summer I Turned Pretty.)

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[midvalley-the-hornfreak]

His eyes open. Now he knows it’s all real.

A static hiss of hair sliding across the pillow case. Sccssshhtaaah. An only slightly deeper sigh of pressure that follows as he presses his left ear into the cotton. Shaaah.Shaaah. Shaaah. Having been unused for the duration of what he'd strangely enough consider to be the best sleep he’s had in two years, his eye lid gives a series of little pops as he blinks the sun out of his eyes. Tat tat…

And it’s all different. Just as all the other sounds were yesterday. So faint. Dull. As if he’s gone numb in the brain or is trapped in a state of half consciousness.

He turns over onto his back, dragging the covers with him. He stares at the ceiling.

Again, just like it was yesterday, his vision is fine. Clear as day he recognizes that he’s looking at a white ceiling over head. It’s smooth and impeccably clean, hardly a speck of dirt or a crack to mar it. There’s a fan fixed to it too, complete with sleek wooden blades to churn the air around the little room. Around, and around and around….

Yet it lacks the nuance, the depth he'd expect to accompany such a perception. There's no real sound. A low whuurrr whuurr whurrr. That's all there is, and that’s practically nothing. He can feel the air as it’s derailed from it’s resting state and turned in his direction, sure, but aside from that there’s absolutely no indication it's even happening. No evidence. There’s none of the tell tale vibrations. No sudden whip of the air, no flavor to prove that it is indeed actually bouncing off of those blades at all, or that it’s spreading out into the space beyond him. He isn’t hearing it slide down the walls, tickle the carpet fibers, make an uneven pulse as it causes the curtains to wave. He's being forced to simply see something to believe it, to feel it, instead of hearing it the way he's been accustomed to his entire life.

To him, it's like the whole world is wearing a mute.

He closes his eyes for another moment.

After a short while of focusing, trying to figure out what other certain sounds are and where they’re coming from (one thing he was able to deduce was birds chirping. Most likely from outside his window), he unravels himself from his covers and stands. He slept in his suit, jacket and all. He straightens out the fabric before making his way into the bathroom, directly to the sink.

The way he’s going about things, he’s like an automaton.

The water is still unwarmed as he splashes it onto his face. He dries himself with a nearby towel. Conveniently there is a comb set out for him behind the faucet. In a mechanical fashion, he makes his hair presentable before leaving. On his path through the bedroom again, he picks up his saxophone case (the one that isn’t holding Sylvia) before quickly heading to the door leading out of Townhouse 426.  He doesn’t bother locking.

Standing on the stoop, he looks out at the world around him.

Then...suddenly. Out of nowhere, a thought begins to creep out from the recesses of his mind.

For the first time since he arrived at Isola Radiale he feels his heart rate start to climb. Adrenaline kicks in. The percussion of his heart is deathly quiet as everything else, but he knows it’s pounding wildly in his chest.  It hits him all at once. A realization washes over him in a giant uncontrollable wave.

No, he doesn’t believe in miracles, but...

He’s free.

He and Hoppered made it to the bottom of the dark. He was about to do the incomprehensible. Something hopeless: face and betray mankind's greatest enemy. A situation which no matter the outcome, had him destined him to die.  What happened? Did something abduct him? Did he drop dead? Should he believe in life after death after all? What the hell is this place? It didn't matter. Regardless of explanation, whatever incomprehensible thing that happened freed him from a fate that he considered utterly bleak.

His typical composure is gone. Looking every bit like a crazy man, he jogs down the steps and out onto the sidewalk, saxophone case swinging at his side.

"I'm out, I’m free. I’m free. I’m free.” he whispers over and over again. The trembling is uncontrollable. “I’m free. I’m free! I got out! I’m out!”

He grabs the stranger nearest to him mid walk and holds onto their arm. “I’m out!” He doesn’t let go, laughs, shakes the poor person hysterically. “I’m out of hell, we did it!”

[vizthedatum]

I understand and hope this is a temporary feeling, but it’s moments like these when I feel like things are really unfair even though life is looking up.

I am focusing more and more on myself, and I love that!

My friend group is amazing.

I am trusting myself that my career and finances will get better with time.

I’ve put so much work into myself, my hobbies, and my living situation.

Yet, I still feel a pull toward wanting to build something with someone(s) in a meaningful and reciprocal way… and it bothers me that I don’t know if it will happen for me.

Because if it doesn’t, I’d like to know. I’d like to know so I can give up on the dream.

—

I attempt to give up on the dream nearly daily - even in the last year and a half when I’ve had partners.

I also wish so hard and come up with so many fantasies of what my dream would look like… and I break down crying every time.

What would it feel like to be present, in the moment, with a partner who I had a home with? To not feel alone even when I’m off doing my own thing somewhere else? To feel so safe… so safe that I put in the time and energy to keep it safe, with them?

What would it feel like to look at them and know from their whole vibe that they’re in this with me? That they’re not just going to conceal (intentionally or unintentionally) who they are or pleasure seek to fill in some void, but they’d work on being the best self they could be?

What does it feel like to choose, day after day, to be so mutually emotionally available, marvelously flawed, and deeply in love?

—

When I have disabling or very hard days like today, I do encounter many moments of fear, hopelessness, and anxiety: who will want me like this?

And lately I’ve been validating myself: I WANT ME LIKE THIS. FUCK IT, I AM GONNA TREAT MYSELF IN ANY WAY POSSIBLE.

I’ve been doing it even when I’m melting down, in pain, not being able to do anything, etc.

I can feel myself getting stronger.

But that fear remains.

Maybe I’m just meant to hookup and/or have shallow (shallower than I want - not a judgment/moral critique) relationships my entire life.

I am still having a hard time trusting people to want to stick around and respect me - to commit to me because I *also* fit into their life too. Will I ever fit into someone’s life, not out of force or want, but out of alignment?

I am deeply frustrated that people don’t show me how to love them - and I try haphazardly to do what I can, and I feel like I fall short or mess up.

It also sucks that I don’t feel valued, heard, desired, and wanted so much of the time - an issue that I know I need to work on personally… but I also wish more people were considerate of that.

I hate that I have concerns that take me so long to process and open up about - and that those are often not taken as seriously as I deserve them to be.

I am ANNOYED that I can’t just conjure up actual, real life, human partner(s) who want to nest and try to have children with me. Last year, I had told myself that wasn’t a standard for me, but I realized that it’s an overwhelming desire.

Currently, I don’t think I can have a non-nesting/not-co-parent partner without a nesting/co-parent partner(s) already established in my life.

And if I do have a baby by myself? I want to be completely single when I do it - I will not allow anyone to date me and not want to co-parent if I’m going through that process.

(It took some time and therapy to admit all this… and maybe it will change but that’s how it is for now)

I don’t want to date people who don’t treat me like a significant priority.

I hate that people initially love me for how I make them feel… and I feel heartbroken when I see their commitment fade while still wanting to reap the “benefits” of being in my life. Then call me crazy/manic or other derogatory terms when I want to figure it out… or worse, when they just detach without explanation.

I want something long-term and spiritually significant, and I feel like I just don’t know when, how, or where.

All I can do is focus on myself… and I know that’s the right path, but part of focusing on myself is to keep going after my dreams.

And as I said, I wish I knew if it was going to happen or not, because then I could kill the dream of having a partner/family… and authentically commit and proposition people who I love, who don’t want that.

[pyrrhicraven]

You’re so creative!! I love your fics so so much and they’re so good! Can we have some headcanons for a few of them please? I love seeing what you do with the characters you write with!

I'm at a loss for words! Thank you!

I've recently been playing with ideas for some stuff but here are a few headcanons I'm playing with. I do love that everyone's interested in my headcanons but it's also kind of funny because most never actually make it to a story-like a hint of them show up but rarely outright lol

Super Mario: Lu can drink Mario under the table. I might have mentioned that one before but I think it would be really funny, and once both are drunk af their personalities kind of swap? Maybe not swap-Mario gets all shy and Luigi confident. The morning after a drinking binge Lu is super embarrassed of course because he would be but I think it would throw people off. Mario clinging to a suave Luigi who depending on who you are, is a little flirtatious.

Danny Phantom: Vlad collects lesser-known paintings like he's rooting for the underdog because he knows how rough it can be because sometimes beauty is in the eye of the beholder and sometimes he likes things that might seem a little... garish to others.

Star Wars: Anakin learned how to swim from other young padawans. Obi-Wan bless him completely didn't even think about it given all the crazy shit they had to go through early on and how the council basically pestered Obi forever about his choice.

Ahsoka learned from Plo naturally. Obi-Wan was a natural, took to water like a fish. No one could figure out how Obi-Wan did it other than he had to have something other than human in his veins.

Invader Zim: The moment he could Dib got a tattoo. And it isn't a weird (what the heck is that) kind of tattoo, instead, he got his mother's name (I headcanon that he's not a clone even though he looks pretty spot on for a clone lol) Gaz went the what the heck is that (The map of one of her favorite levels in her favorite game)

Batman: Not so much headcanon but an explanation of sorts for how I write everyone- it's a combination of all their interactions/variants. For instance, Joker. I give him Hamil's voice, Ledger's looks, and several versions of his personality (BTAS, Arkham games, and a bit from a couple different comics)

I do that for anything I write that is multiple forms of media as it makes it easier for me to pick and choose canon stuff for characters to either warp or play with. But Batman is the most obvious place I do this.

Hazbin Hotel: As much as I enjoy writing RadioApple. I still like Aroace Alastor. Even if he possibly got changed to just Ace. He was alive in a time when he really wouldn't have been able to explore what that might mean for him- in death, there's a lot more information it seems. So I like to canon him researching it and then hitting everyone with Aroace puns. I can not write puns to save my life so that's why they haven't appeared in any of my Hazbin stuff 😂

Miraculous Ladybug: All of Marinette's friends think she's a little weird for liking Felix because he looks just like Adrien so they obviously make assumptions. Felix won't show it but he hates that, hates that anyone would say that even though he starts to wonder if maybe they are right he won't say anything. Marinette basically calls him out of it because he keeps pranking her friends 😂

Yu Yu Hakusho: Hiei is a stray cat no matter what way you look at it honestly. Kuwabara has been dealing with stray cats all his life and eventually, the thought comes to Kuwabara and they start to be a little more friendly.

Gravity Falls: Dipper randomly finds the statue and after that visits it on the anniversary. He won't admit even to himself why he visits.

Death Note: Light would have been a serial killer even if he hadn't picked up the Death Note and would have still met L at some point.

Valdemar Series: The companions are Angels or at least Valdemar's version of them

TMNT: It's easy to see them all become a bit Jaded and angry, especially someone easygoing like Mikey. I've always thought he'd go dark out of all of them with just the right motivation. Last Ronin was far more than I expected for that route and I adored it.

[boombambaby]

Tour Guide

As it turns out, calling in ‘favors’ from his previous palace staff was not looked kindly upon by the Royal Council. Kuzco hadn’t even completed his first day of school before one of the council members came to speak with him, telling him in no uncertain terms that should he expect to resume his position, he should never pull such a stunt again. It was a waste of useful resources allocated for the Kingdom, and his guards have much better things to do than parade him around on a litter while dancing and singing songs for him.

Kuzco just barely refrained from letting him know that was exactly their purpose, if he wished for it to be, and that they did it just about daily when he was still Emperor only a month prior. After his tongue lashing, he was also informed that the Royal Record Keeper would be following him around from that point forward; both to keep an eye on him, and to record his progress with his classes. It was infuriating. Despite his age, Kuzco was not– in fact– a child, and didn’t deserve to be treated as such. Just a short while ago, he had been running the entire country and now he was going to be told what to do by a record keeper of all people? Whatever. His classes weren’t terrible, at the very least– save for a very annoying teacher named. . . Guacamole, or something– who insisted on making his life difficult. He gave out homework, had pop quizzes, and called on him when he wasn’t paying attention– it was torture! To top that off? Kronk had also enrolled, and was in the majority of his classes with him. While he hadn’t actually, physically tried to kill him, he had helped Yzma and poisoned him for her– so call him crazy, but Kuzco doesn’t feel like he can trust the big lug as far as he can throw him. That’s not to mention the fact that he hasn’t seen Yzma again since that first day, even though he can feel her eyes on the back of his head more often than not. The only redeeming thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that little miss hottie hot hottie– Malina– was in the majority of his classes too, and he was able to snag the desk behind her for most of said classes. “. . . And then I said to Curi– Kuzco?” Head in his hand, Kuzco stares unblinking at her as she rambles on with a dopey smile on his face. Now that they’re in school together, he hadn’t wasted any time on introducing himself (not that he needed an introduction, after his big music number) and insisting on having her showing him around the school. She reluctantly agreed, and has spent the morning between classes navigating the halls with him, and showing him to the different wings of the school where specific classes took place. Kuzco already knew where everything already was– his Royal Mapographer had the blueprints for the school from when it was built, and had made a special trip to Pacha’s hut to lay it out for him earlier that week. But if playing dumb meant more time with the hottie hot hottie, he’d be happy to pretend he has no idea where he’s at. “Kuzco– “ ‘Look at her, she’s so perfect.’ His inner monologue pitches in, sounding wistful even to him as he continues to stare at her. ‘Perfectly rounded face, perfect little button nose, perfect eyes– ‘ Kuzco has always had a habit of delving into his own thoughts in situations where he doesn’t need to concentrate, having picked it up when he was young and forced to attend boring council meetings and listen to explanations of things that he didn’t quite understand yet. When you’re a child and you have no friends, who better to talk to than your awesome self? Right? ‘She’s also a straight A student. Captain of the cheerleading squad, and the president of every club. . . ‘ “. . . Kuzco? Hello?” ‘She is such a hottie. A hottie, hot, hottie. Hottie, hot hottie, hottie hot– ‘ “KUZCO!” He startles out of his daydream abruptly, eyes widening when he finally notices her hand floating in front of his face. Without thinking he launches into his defensive ‘no touchy’ pose, though he’s more gentle than he usually is when he bats her hands away. “Noooo touchy. No touch.”

Malina rolls her eyes, exasperated and lets her hand fall back down to the desk. “Right, I forgot. The infamous ‘No Touchy’ rule.” She even uses air quotes, to show him how ridiculous she thinks it is. “What happened? You completely zoned out there.”

Oh– right. His little ‘hottie’ song. Oops. “Eh heh. . . sorry. I was– “

She’s just staring at him with her arms folded over her chest, an eyebrow raised as she waits for his explanation. It’s yet another reason he already likes her so much; the fact that she doesn’t take any crap from anyone, including him. Whether or not he’d admit it, he needs more people like that in his life– well. Other than his council members, of course.

“You’re such a hottie– I was just picturing how hottie hot hottie your future Empress robes are going to make you.” He finishes, smiling as he leans against his hand a little further to bring them closer together. Malina blinks, staring in return. “How hottie whattie, what?”

“Nooo, no, no. You?” Kuzco points at her with the hand he’s not leaning on, “Hottie hot hottie. Me?” The finger moves back towards himself. “Hottie hot hottie Emperor. Which makes youuu. . .” Finger moves back in her direction, and he’s all but beaming. “My future hottie hot hottie Empress!”

After a pause, Malina sighs and stands to gather her books, casting him an annoyed glance. “You were so wrong so many times there, I lost count. Later, Kuzco.”

He watches her walk away with that same dopey grin on his face– until he realizes she never finished their little tour. Which means, they’ll have to finish it another day. Which gives him more time to be around her! It’s a win-win situation!

This school thing really isn’t turning out as bad as he thought, or at least– it wouldn’t be so bad if Yzma and Kronk weren’t lurking around corners all the time. Creeepy.