#forcing them to work together and get along

[rawme-price]

Well. Its the ATLA post, we all knew it was coming. Im thinking post-atla by a good few years, there's still alot of cultural division and unrest, but people are starting to work together, right?

Earthbender!price who trained in the earth kingdom military, working his way through the ranks easily. But, hes not cut out for the diplomacy side, so hes given permission to form a task force that essentially works as a cross-country team for whatever is needed. Hunting down bounties or shutting down smuggling, whatever. As he travels, he picks up his best soldiers along the way.

Waterbender!soap who is one of prices first choices. The captain would be a fool not to have a waterbender in a largely sea-faring team. He doesnt regret his decision, either, when soap single handedly stops a small drug boat by fucking encasing it in an iceberg.

Firebender!gaz who meets price during a joint operation. Hes working with the fire nation militia at the time, a smaller force dedicated to detaining traffickers. But gaz ends up saving prices life during an ambush, and price becomes a bit attached. So after some negotiations with gazs superiors, price now has two sergeants.

Nonbender!ghost who has been a pain in the ass for the team for weeks now. They'll find a target to track, corner them on a boat or break into a base, only to find everyone there dead. Turns out, ghost and them just have a very similar hit list, and the nonbender works alot faster. It gets to the point that price actively seeks him out, nearly gets murdered in the woods when he underestimated ghost, and is able to tentatively recruit the man to his task force.

Uh. Yeah.

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Home Cooking

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: They’ve been friends forever. They have routines with each other. But there has always been something bubbling below the surface. And an impromptu cooking lesson seems to be just the thing to finally reveal their feelings.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): tooth rotting fluff!

Word Count: 1534

A/N: I’m really proud of this cute bit of fluff

Tags: @staley83

Eddie’s smile had always been infectious. Goofy and genuine. And those damn dimples that would make any girl swoon.

Though due to his rocker style no girls seemed to pay him any attention.

Well, except for his best friend.

(Name) had been his neighbor in the trailer park for as long as he could remember. They had played together as kids. Her adoptive mother had let him stay over whenever he was scared as a kid. Those nights when his dad was supposed to watch him while his mom was sick and his uncle was working...and his dad decided he wanted to go out and get wasted more than he wanted to be a father.

Even when the kids teased them for being best friends and having sleep overs they stuck together. High school was what seemed to force them somewhat apart.

(Name) excelled in school and graduated near the top of their class.

Eddie was held back. Twice over now.

(Name) was on the road for a college degree and a path out of Hawkins. But life isn’t fair. Her adoptive mother was killed in a robbery at the gas station she worked the counter in. So (Name) had to get a job and stay around. She couldn’t afford college and a funeral.

And she felt like honoring the woman who gave her a chance and took her in when she was so young and lost was the best option. That was when she and Eddie began to rekindle their friendship.

Which led them here tonight. Eddie over in her trailer for dinner. This had become a routine. When she had the night off from the diner she was a waitress at, she made dinner for the two of them and they ate and watched a movie or listened to music.

But tonight she insisted that he try cooking with her.

“I’m not exactly handy in the kitchen, Princess.” Eddie teased.

“Well, you better learn, you can’t survive on just junk food and pot forever, Eds.” She teased right back.

“I make sandwiches sometimes.” Eddie protested with a grin.

“Uh-huh, come on Eddie, you want chicken Parmesan you gotta help me.” She said, using his requested meal for leverage.

With a playful groan Eddie finally agreed to help.

“Where do’ya want me?” He asked.

“Can you shred half of the block of mozzarella and the rest of that block of Parmesan?” She asked while motioning to the two cheeses she had pulled from her fridge, “And take your rings off, please.”

Eddie nodded and did as she said, after removing his rings of course. She smiled and continued to dice some onion and mince some garlic before adding them into a saucepan with some butter to sauté to add flavor to the sauce.

There was music filling her trailer along with the smell of the aromatics cooking. She had a pot of salted water on the stove to boil so she could get the spaghetti cooking.

Eddie finished with the cheeses before looking over at (Name) who was smiling while cooking, adding the crushed tomatoes to the saucepan and stirring them in to mix the onions and garlic into it. Adding some salt and pepper she let it simmer. Out of habit she was explaining what she was doing to Eddie who always asked questions whenever they did anything he hadn’t done before or he didn’t fully understand.

“Alright now when the water starts to boil would you add the spaghetti into it. I’m gonna get the dredge ready.” She said.

“Can you show me what you do?” He asked suddenly.

She turned and smiled at him, “Of course.” She said.

He wanted to spend as much time as possible as he could with her. He may not be good at cooking but he was actually enjoying the bonding time they were having.

She smiled, “Okay, is a three part step.” She explained, noticing that he had been listening closely, “I seasoned the chicken earlier after pounding them down to an even size with just some salt and pepper.” She said, “But I’m going to season the flour and breadcrumbs. This isn’t authentic but then again...who cares it tastes good.”

Eddie chuckled, making her blush. Somewhere along the lines in their friendship she’d developed a crush on her best friend. But she wasn’t sure if she should act on it. She didn’t wanna ruin things. So she relished in these moments of bonding or closeness they got as just friends.

“Salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and chili powder for a touch of spice, adding the Parmesan into the breadcrumbs only, though.” She explained as she added her preferred amounts, “If the flour doesn’t change color even a little bit...it’s not seasoned enough. That’s what Ma told me.”

She smiled remembering her adoptive mother teaching her to cook. Eddie smiled as well, she was always so happy when she was cooking.

“Alright, now could you crack four eggs into that bowl and mix them up with a splash of milk for me?” She asked, “I’m gonna get the oil heating up.”

Eddie nodded and was quick to do as she said. When the task was done she returned to the slight assembly line she had set up.

“Alright, chicken goes into the flour first, keeping this hand dry I’m gonna coat it in the flour then shake it off and dunk it in the egg, second hand is only wet…” she explained, “Then let some of that egg drip off and coat it in the bread crumbs, dry hand here as well.”

“Why do you do it that way?” He asked.

“The wet hand, dry hand...or the method to coat the chicken breasts?” She asked.

“Both.” He said.

“Okay, one hand to handle the plain chicken and then just the egg coated chicken and the other to handle the flour and breadcrumbs keeps my hands from getting gunked up and messy...it feels gross and it goes smoother. Because sometimes fingers coated like the chicken can pull off some of the breading I’ve worked so hard on coating the chicken with.” She giggled.

“Makes sense.” He said.

“Now for this method, the flour clings to the raw chicken and the egg clings to the flour then the bread crumbs cling to the egg and flour mixture.” She explained then thought for a moment of a good metaphor that he would understand, “The seasoning in every step is like the drums adding a beat to a song, the flour is like the bass adding the rhythm that helps tie everything together, the egg mixture is the guitar that builds what most people hear and the bread crumb coating is your voice and lyrics that draws the listener in and hooks them.”

She had kept working as she explained it and had finished breading the last piece of chicken when she finished speaking. She looked up at Eddie to see that sparkle she loved in his brown eyes. And that swoon worthy smile on his face.

“What?” She asked, her cheeks heating up a bit.

“My voice, huh?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes to cover her embarrassment, “Shut up, you know I actually like your band, dumbass.” She teased while going to wash her hands.

“Now I’ve gotta brown the chicken in the oil, it should nearly cook through in the oil.” She said, “Could you get me a plate with some paper towels on it and dump out the egg in the sink and the dry ingredients into the trash.”

“Yes chef.” Eddie teased, making her laugh.

She cooked the chicken and Eddie stirred the tomato sauce for her. Once the chicken was browned, she turned the fire off under He frying pan and lined a casserole dish with some aluminum foil.

“Okay, last step.” She said, a small spoonful of sauce in the bottom of the pan, lay in the chicken and sprinkle on a third of the mozzarella, then a more generous spoonful of the sauce over top. Another third of the cheese. Then pop it in the oven to finish cooking and melt the cheese. Now we put the spaghetti in the pot and that garlic bread I bought into the toaster oven and we wait.”

Eddie nodded and helped her with these last few steps.

“Fifteen to twenty minutes and we’ll have dinner.” She said.

Eddie smiled at her and tilted his head, “Now about you liking my voice.” He teased.

“You’re never gonna let me live down using you as my example, huh?” She laughed, her cheeks bright red.

Eddie shook his head, “Why do you go through all that work to feed me, of all people, (Name)?” He asked.

“Because I care about you Eddie,” She said simply.

Eddie smiled, “Thank you...for always caring.” He said, “Even when I fuck up…”

(Name) smiled softly at him, “Hey, fuck up or not, you’re still my Eddie.” She assured him and leaned over and pecked his cheek.

She’d done that a million times before but tonight it felt different. Though neither of them said anything about it. Deciding to just live in the moment.

[ninjago-clippies]

oh yeah. It's drabble time.

Hello again peoples I know I have been missing from here. I've been making a lot a lot a lot of other stuff so I've been distracted. I am back though with a drabble I made for @asooffa's Chinese Opera Tiger Demon Cole AU which is currently giving me LIFE in every way possible. I hope this goes over well.

[No ship present] Cole Focused

Characters present include: Cole Brookstone, Jay Walker, Lloyd Garmadon

Phantom Tags: I do my best to be good at knowing Chinese cultural references, Cole has kitty feet, this idea isn't mine I just love it

NOTES:

So this AU is still somewhat unestablished, and Soof did say we could ask questions but I got nervous about flooding their inbox so. here's a list of things I wasn't 100% sure about that I improvised which Soof may not necessarily agree with WHICH IS FINE

-The exact state of the theater (i know for sure it’s in disrepair but i don’t know how bad, so I based it on the theater I currently work in haha. it may not be messed up that bad in this AU)

-what style of theater cole is based off of/where this AU takes place (Says Chinese Opera and his makeup is based on Peking Opera painted faces so i went with Peking opera and made vague references to chinese culture every now and then)

-What type of demon Cole is (Chinese Yaoguai tigers i hope??? So I’m basing some of his behaviors on them guys. I think based on what I have read that this is correct. Crossing my fingers.)

-The state of Cole’s clothes (Since I know that Cole's life force is tied to the theater i thought it would be cute if his outfit/costumes starts to degrade slightly along with the building. Nothing aggressive like sleeves falling off or anything but just a little bit of distressing, a couple loose threads, maybe some lingering dirt yknow. But i didn't ask permission for that AAAA)

-FOOT PAWS??? (Are his feet paws. Are. are his feet paws i. They are to me im so sorry if im wrong but sometimes its okay to be wrong i hope.)

-the water thing (for the record i know in ninjago water is bad for ghosts but jay throwing water around has nothing to do with that. I just wanted to throw water at someone so)

-Cole having the ability to make music and things (okay in my yaoguai research i’ve discovered that yaoguai in general tend to be masters of like. illusions/shapeshifting/clairvoyance things like that. And i thought it would be funny and cool if Cole could do a little theater magic. So he can make spooky music play or create illusions of shows he’s performed in or something. I HAVE NO IDEA IF THATS ALLOWED but I have used the concept briefly. Also love the idea of cole sitting in the seats and replaying shows hes seen before as his power slowly drains. That could be so sad too if he’s recreating scenes his parents performed together… im here for memes and pain and i love this AU please forgive me soof if i have overstepped. 

ALRIGHT LET'S GET TO THE DRABBLE PART 1

Dust flew in the air as jay blew at the years worth of mess on the desk of the control booth. He wiped his hand across it, lifting his pale palm to examine it and immediately gagging. There was a distinct grey palm print plastered on it just from the mess on the surface. 

“Gross…”

This whole theater was practically a dump. It wasn’t necessarily the worst criticism, dumps were usually filled with treasures people just never learned how to appreciate. Jay could understand that better than most people, and he’d been one of the most vocal in their group about buying the theater. Thinking back, he could even remember seeing a show or two here with his parents when he was very young. It might have been trash to the general public, but not to them. The group of friends could totally handle it, no matter what! 

And then they’d slipped the keys in the door and gotten a good look… and smell of everything.

A failing ceiling, gutted appliances, shattered lights, backstage rooms with walls covered in scribbled drawings… the list was nearly endless. Every door they opened had more challenges hidden behind it. And then, of course, there were the rumors…

Jay shivered, dusting off his hand and shaking his head. Best not to dwell on those. 

At first he didn’t really understand why there was so much dust, debris and wood rot in the place, since before they’d scooped up the property it had been owned as recently as six months ago. Once they’d gotten inside they’d realized that the roof had been in a condemnable condition for a lot longer than the owner had let on. Weak spots were letting in air and causing issues with the late-installed cooling and heating systems, and the recent string of monsoons in their area had brought a lot of the outside to the inside. You couldn’t see light through the weak spots just yet, but you could definitely smell when it was about to rain when standing on the stage. 

The list of things they needed to fix was already 26 pages long, and even after a week it was still growing longer. 

One of the good things about having such a project-level place to work with was that a lot of the tech and wiring was missing or not overly complex, which meant there wasn’t much tech stuff for Jay to remove before he started putting in his own stuff. He pulled open some cabinets and found empty wiring pathways through the wood, giving him ample space and easy access to the wall plugs. 

First, though, he really needed to clean stuff up. 

He bent down and dug around in the box he’d brought for a rag and a bottle of water. He started wetting it to wipe down the main table, whistling to himself. There was a layer of baked-in dust under the light dust, so he had to really put some elbow grease in it, his humming turning to an irritated little mutter. He wrung out the cloth once and wet it again as he looked around again. 

The glass allowing him a view of the audience and stage was dirty, (probably a combination of rain runoff and dust) but he could still vaguely see the stage since the center wasn’t as bad at the edges. He shook out the rag and stepped closer when he noticed someone standing on it, squinting. 

Was that… Kai? 

The figure on the stage was standing upright and still right in the center, their hands at their sides. Whoever it was was watching him so closely Jay felt like they were looking right into his eyes, even from that distance. He felt goosebumps pop up along his arms as he leaned in to get a better look. They were partially obscured by the shadows, but they seemed to be wearing one of the old costumes and masks they’d found backstage the other day. Shaggy hair, the vague shape of a painted grin, some kind of orange and black changshan that he didn’t remember seeing…

He scoffed, rubbing his nose and leaning back. There were so many costumes in that room. Someone probably dug one out of the way way back just to intimidate him.

Jay took a trembling sip from his water bottle. His eyes didn’t leave that figure for a second. “Haha, nice try, Kai. Very funny...” 

The figure on stage tipped it’s head to the side like it could hear him. Behind it, a shape very much like a tail swished out from one side and then back and forth. Jay got a strange, sinking feeling in his gut the more he looked at it. Wasn’t it a little too tall to be Kai? Or Lloyd, or Nya? And why would Zane play a prank on him, he wasn’t even supposed to be here today. He and Pixal were downtown filing final paperwork on the sale…

“Trying to freak me out.” He muttered, wiping his mouth with his arm and finally tearing his eyes away from the stage. He tried to laugh it off with a couple forced chuckles as he started scrubbing the table of the really baked-on dust, ignoring the way his skin was starting to crawl. The squeaking of the table legs got faster and faster as he scrubbed. He only lasted about thirty seconds before he looked up again to squint through the glass at the stage. 

The figure was gone. 

Jay’s heart crawled right out of his mouth. He scrambled to the glass, desperately trying to wipe the surface clean to scan the audience area. He pressed his face up against it, his breaths getting shorter and more panicked. “NOT FUNNY, GUYS!” He pushed away from the glass and spun around, holding his water bottle out like a weapon. “Whoever’s messing with me better cut it out! I-I mean it! I’ll return the pranking tenfold when I catch you!”

He kept spinning in circles, shaking and looking around himself. His fear tripled when the silence was broken by a very faint, very distant strum from a guqin. Jay felt like he’d just jumped into an ice cold lake, and the feeling doubled when he heard the soft somber whine of a flute join it. The song was deep, slow and sorrowful. Jay didn’t recognize it, but he didn’t need to know the song title to recognize what part of an old Chinese horror movie he was in. It seemed like the ghostly song was coming from backstage, or maybe somewhere in the house. Hard to say, and Jay didn’t even want the answer. Every second it seemed to come from the left, then the right, then above, close, then far.

“Oh no. oh no oh no oh no oh no-”

“Jay?”

“AAAAHA!” Jay whipped around, swinging his water bottle and sending most of what was left of it’s contents and his dirty wet dust rag hurtling at the newcomer. The fabric blanketed to the intruder’s face with a wet slap, and the music came to an immediate stop. Jay swore in that second he heard a quiet little snicker coming from somewhere, but it only lasted a second or two before the theater was silent again.

Dripping and obviously aggrieved, Lloyd pulled the rag off his face and spit out some dust. He held it out to him with two fingers and a frown. “Jay, it’s just me.”

“There’s a ghost!” He took the rag back, swinging it as he pointed and spraying water across the window. “I saw it! On the stage, I swear!”

Lloyd pushed past Jay’s pointing hand and walked up to the window. .He rubbed off some of the dirt and peered out, looking all around. “I don't see anything, Jay.”

“It was there! It was!” Jay squeaked, backing into a corner of the room and crunching the plastic of his nearly empty water bottle. “And I heard creepy music! And laughter!” He gasped. “He’s going to slowly SCARE us to death!” 

Lloyd turned around with a deadpan look, shaking his hair to get rid of some of the dripping water. “Jay, cmon. I know you’re a little superstitious but we really can’t afford for rumors of hauntings to be getting any worse than they already have. Nobody will come here if they do.” He crossed the room towards him, dusting off his hands. “I need you to take a few deep breaths and… rationalize.” He put a hand on his shoulder, trying for a sympathetic smile. “Remember what we said about rationalizing your superstitions?”

Jay looked from Lloyd to the stage, gesturing as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. He started to second guess himself. Maybe he really hadn’t seen anything after all. It probably could have been a shadow. Or Kai. or his own nervous brain making things up…

“Right. You’re right, haha… just uh… just my brain.” He knocked on his own head, brushing his arm off and moving back over to continue to wipe the table. He was still shaking a little, looking around the room at the ceiling and the floor. He glanced up at the stage again, but there was still nothing there, and no creepy music or anything either.

“I’m gonna go see if Kai and Nya are back with lunch.” lloyd said, brushing some more of the water out of his hair and heading for the door. “Just yell if you need us, okay? Or… come backstage. We might not be able to hear you.”

Jay continued to scrub and wipe things down alone as he thought over what he’d seen. The longer he processed, the less he felt like he’d actually heard something. His anxiety was getting worse and worse lately. If he was hallucinating now, he’d really have to go talk to someone.

 He chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled things off an old shelf to dust under them. He looked over the covers to distract himself, reading them as his hand slowly wiped the shelf clean. There were instruction manuals, old playbills stuffed in a shoe box, and a couple of scripts for plays he’d never heard of. He dusted off the cover of one particularly thick script and opened it to flip through. Since it had been slouched on the shelf and the pages had been slightly separated, jay thumbing the script immediately shot a cloud of dust around his whole head.

He dropped the book and coughed, waving his hand around to clear it. “Oh geez, what the heck…”

“Here.” An unfamiliar voice sounded next to Jay, a hand extended towards him with the script in it. 

“Thanks.” Jay was still coughing and wiping his eyes as he took the book back. He blinked rapidly to clear his vision, squinting in the direction of his help. “I thought you were going backstage to-”

Standing right next to Jay was… something. The air around him seemed a little too cold,and his shape seemed to shift in and out of the shadows a little around the edges. His clothes were ornate silks, delicately embroidered and looking in desperate need of a wash and some mending. Jay was looking down at his feet at first, and immediately noticed a lot of fur. 

He swallowed, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again, but the tiger feet seemed to stay there. He slowly turned his gaze up his legs, all the way to the creature’s face, which was inches away from his own. It was painted in the style of some kind of yao beast, a perfect match for those feet, and the makeup seemed so real that Jay thought that toothy Maw was about to open up and swallow him whole. He stopped breathing, his whole body stiffening up. The tiger-boy didn’t move either, just stared at him and slowly released his grip on the script. 

And then Jay swung the script as hard as he could. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” 

“AAAAAAAAH!” The figure stumbled back, bumping into the wall and hitting his head. The tail behind him fluffed up to nearly double it’s size, standing straight up. He rubbed the back of his head and shot a glare towards Jay. The aura of haze around him darkened in a second, and some kind of ferocious growl seemed to come from his throat as his eyes started to glow. 

Jay pointed at him again with a now visibly trembling arm. “AAAAAAAAAAH!” 

At Jay’s panicked reaction the demon’s demeanor changed, softening from rage to irritation. The dark void around him seemed to suck back into him a little bit and his eyes dimmed. He held his arms out and gave jay a “what the fuck” kind of expression. He seemed to think about something, then held up his hands. “AAAAAH!” 

Jay stumbled back, gasping and tripping over a folding chair. He went clattering to the ground with one leg tangled in it, getting the same treatment he’d given Lloyd a half hour before as the rag smacked into his face. He yanked it off through his hyperventilation as the figure lifted off the ground and floated above him, arms crossed. 

“What are we screaming for?”

Jay clutched his chest, staring wide eyed up at him as he struggled to make words come out in a sentence. He took a couple deep breaths, watching as the tiger-ghost slow blinked above him and waited for his answer.

Jay swallowed, finally squeaking out. “... I have no idea!”

The tiger-man nodded, scratching the underside of his own chin and shrugging. “Okay.” He turned his head and floated a little closer to him. His eyes flashed again and his makeup seemed to move just slightly as he made some kind of a roaring scream at him just for the fun of it. 

“AAAAAAAaaaaAAAAA HAHA what is WRONG with you??” Jay untangled his leg and kicked the half-collapsed chair at him, watching as it scooted uselessly under his floating legs and missed him completely. Tiger man tipped his head down, looking under himself at it curiously. 

Jay struggled back to his feet and scooted back, nearly climbing on top of the table as the Tiger-man lowered his legs and set his big paw feet back on the floor. His movements seemed practiced, smooth and easy. It kind of reminded Jay of the way Kai moved, like he was always dancing, always performing. 

Tiger man’s ears twitched, his head tipping to one side as he looked jay over. “Who are you?” 

“Who are YOU?” Jay waved his hand at all of him wildly. “WHAT are you?? What is happening right now?!” When the man tried to take another step closer Jay swung his rag around in the space between them to fend him off. “I knew this place was cursed! I am NOT crazy!”

The demon nodded, leaning back and lifting his pawed feet off the floor again. His tail swished back and forth behind him. “Oh yeah. I mean, kind of. It's complicated.” He held his hand out towards him, that painted grin adding a sinister air to the whole interaction. “I’m Cole. What’s your name?”

Jay stared at the offered hand, looking it over like it was covered in acid or crawling with poisonous bugs. “I am not shaking your hand. You’ll probably drag me straight to Meng Po or enslave me forever… or steal my firstborn or something!”

“... okaaaay.” Cole put his hand back behind his head, his tail and ears flicking at the same time. “Do I at least get your name?”

“No, you do not get my name!” Jay scooted around him, trying to get to the door. “I’m not falling for that either!”

“Falling for what?”

“Your tricks!” 

Cole tipped his head to the side, his tail whipping back and forth twice behind him as he snorted. “I’m not trying to-”

“Don’t come any closer!” Jay warned, brandishing his crushed empty water bottle as he backed towards the hallway door. “You better let me leave or I’m gonna do… something!”

Cole followed after him. He swayed back and forth like he was doing some kind of taunting dance as it cornered its prey. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?’

Jay threw the bottle at him, then turned and ran. It hit Cole in the face and then clattered to the floor, making him flinch. Cole rubbed his nose, staring blankly at the now empty doorway.

“... well, that went well.”

I hope you enjoyed stay tuned for part two which will just be little snippets of things I like

[ollyissleepy]

𝟎𝟗. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

summary: (name) talks about their feelings towards Geto cw: none. reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated

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"Geto will walk with us; is that alright?" (Name) asked, looking up from their phone.

"Yeah, sure, your boyfriend can come." Utahime agreed, and Shoko nodded along with a grin on her face.

All three of them spot Geto right outside the building, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as the group approached him, smiling when his eyes met (name)'s.

(Name) kisses his cheek as a greeting and Geto tries his hardest to hide the way it made his hands tremble. He knew it didn't go unnoticed when Shoko winked at him.

Shoko and Utahime lock arms with each other, walking in the front. Behind the pair, Suguru brushes his palm against (name)'s, almost as if he were asking for permission. (Name) smiled, grabbing his hand into theirs.

Geto walks with the group to the bus station, talking to them about their plans. He listens to (name) complain about being swarmed with assignments and how the three of them decided to study together to hold themselves accountable with a smile, awestruck about the way their face looks as they do so.

Reaching the bus stop, Suguru is forced to separate from the group. Before they let him leave, (name) pulls Geto towards them and plants a kiss on his cheek.

Getting on the bus, (name) ignores the teasing comments from Shoko and Utahime about their interaction with Geto, rolling their eyes.

Arriving at (name)'s flat took a while with buses being packed with other students trying to return from their classes. Once they do, the group doesn't waste any time on mindless tasks and sits down straight to work.

(Name) was halfway through an assignment when a notification sound disturbed the silent work between the group.

All three of them checked their phones to see who got it. (Name) smiled, seeing who was the person that snapped them out of work.

"Didn't know Geto could be so cute." Utahime cooed, throwing her arm behind (name)'s neck.

"Yeah, he's adorable," (name) sighed, throwing Utahime's arms off them and sending a quick text back to Suguru.

"Adorable?" Shoko questioned, raising her brow. Utahime tilted her head to the side, staring at the person next to her. "That's a new one."

"I guess all of that sweetness got to me," (name) shrugged, trying to get back to their assignment. "More than I thought it would."

"It doesn't have to be a bad thing, you know?" Utahime moved close to (name) again, putting her head on their shoulder. "He has that look in his eyes whenever you are around."

"Really?" (Name) looked at Shoko to confirm if what Iori said was true.

"Yes, and you're probably the last person to find out." Shoko joked, getting back to her work. "Just make sure to talk about each other's feelings with him before he 'breaks up' with you once the deal is off."

@gumiiiiezzzz @sanemisbaeaot @jcrml @kennedyss

[thesimselfsworld]

Rem Daidouji, Off and On Duty

(Wip) Profile Under the Cut:

Name: Rem Daidouji (goes by Daidouji or DDJ)

Age: 18 (Teen Life Stage)

Occult: Human

Favorite Colors: Yellow, Orange, Red

Traits (in-game): Active, Self-Assured (kind of a placeholder for now)

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Family: Two-parent household, younger sibling named Akemi, Grandfather lives with them, Grandmother recently deceased

Pets: Two cats, one elderly (Loves her cats dearly but is more of a dog person herself)

Relationship Status: Too busy for love at the moment, but open to it

Romantic / Mess Around Preferences: Men

Occupation: Shrine Maiden, Part-timer at Miss Uzuki's cafe, Picks up odd jobs here and there to support her family

Likes: Her family, Her friends, Sports, Being busy, Meeting new people, Supporting others, Trying new things (especially trying new things with friends), Cleaning, Cooking

Dislikes: Having nothing to do, Overly pessimistic people, Gossipy people, Being left alone for too long, Feeling indecisive

Hobbies: Soccer, Track, Archery, Painting (taught by her Grandmother)

Relationships:

Lily Lovett: Friend, met when Lily's family visited her father's shrine in Mt. Komorebi. It took a bit, but Rem helped her come out of her shell a little once they got to know each other. They currently have a long-distance friendship due to Lily living in Britechester.

Luke Lovett: Friend, met when Luke's family visited her father's shrine in Mt. Komorebi. Much more sociable than his sister and an all-around standup guy. They currently have a long-distance friendship due to Luke living in Britechester.

Uzuki McNamara: Employer, friend. Offered Rem employment in her time of need, and for that, Rem feels forever indebted to her. Very kind individual.

Kiwi McNamara: Acquaintance. Uzuki's husband. Very busy. Not around the cafe enough for Rem to form an opinion, but he seems nice when they do chat.

Natsuki McNamara: Friend(?). Uzuki and Kiwi's young son. Spends time with the customers in the cafe when it's open, allowing Rem to befriend the child during her shifts.

Tsumugi Inoue: Enemy. Uzuki's adopted daughter. They got off on the wrong foot on their first meeting, which Rem attempted to rectify, but her efforts were met with cold rejection and hostility. They've been on bad terms ever since. It's especially awkward since they're forced to work together.

Zoe Gosling: Acquaintance. The strange girl who runs errands for Uzuki's cafe. Rem has attempted to approach her, but Tsumugi has been poisoning the well against Rem, making Zoe less willing to get close to her.

Engel Mikadzuki: Friend. Apparently Tsumugi's half-brother. First met during one of Engel's visits to Mt. Komorebi to see family. Very sweet compared to his sister and brother, and easy to get along with. Currently in a long-distance friendship due to Engel living in San Myshu - wait, where does he live again? Huh? How did you get here this fast?

Francis Mikadzuki: .... Tsumugi's half-brother and Engel's older brother. Handsome, but extremely dismissive. Although she tried, he doesn't seem interested in entertaining a conversation.

Love Bishop: Rude guy. Francis's fiancé, according to Engel. Tips highly when he visits Uzuki's cafe, but is rude to the staff and generally impatient. Rem has no interest in getting to know him. Apparently lives in San Myshuno with Engel and Francis, but they all seem to show up at Mt. Komorebi whenever they want to. Those rich people's private jets must be super fast ...

Pipp Shepherd: Friend. Met when Engel brought "Pippcrew" to the Cafe during a group trip to Mt. Komorebi. Looks intimidating, but very friendly and has some shared interests, so they hit it off immediately. He currently lives in Copperdale, a long way away from Mt. Komorebi, but they still talk on social media from time to time.

Ashe Holt: Friend(?). Met when Engel brought "Pippcrew" to the Cafe during a group trip to Mt. Komorebi. Seems nice, but very hard to read. Rem still likes him. Due to his living in Copperdale, they don't get to meet in person anymore, but they still chat on social media from time to time.

Alexa Narcissa Walton: Former friend. Met when Engel brought "Pippcrew" to the Cafe during a group trip to Mt. Komorebi. Hit it off immediately during their first interaction and bonded throughout the entirety of "Pippcrew's" trip. The friendship kept up for a while, even when Narcissa returned home. However, messages from Narcissa's end eventually became fewer and fewer, and now they no longer speak. While Rem reached out to ask if she did something wrong, she never received a response.

Cedric Carrier: ???. Never met in person, but talked about often by Pipp, and they recently followed each other on social media. Or rather, Cedric followed first, and she followed back. Does he want to be friends?

Personality and Trivia:

A quirky, sporty girl who embodies traits similar to those of an ideal older sister. Growing up surrounded by many people, she finds it easy to make friends, as long as the other person is equally open to it. She has also learned to respect boundaries, giving others the space they need.

Though she seems confident and cheerful, she is quietly mourning her grandmother’s death in a house fire, a tragedy that also brought financial strain to her family when her grandfather lost his home and was forced to move in with his children. As a result, she's been forced to shoulder more financial responsibilities while also balancing school and club activities. Her hopes of moving into her own place in the city to be closer to school and her friends were also dashed after this incident.

Rem isn't usually the type to be easily swayed by pressure or overwhelmed by sadness, although she has recently begun to feel stretched thin... At the same time, busying herself keeps her mind off sad things, causing a sort of internal conflict.

As a Shrine Maiden, Rem takes her duties very seriously. Her friends often point out that her personality seems to do a complete 180 when she's "dressed up," only for her to revert to her usual bubbly self when she's back in her more casual clothing. It's almost as if she's possessed whenever she dons her Miko attire. She seems to be oblivious of the differences, however ... (or she pretends to be for a goof).

[honeipie]

chapter 2 ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

sunday 9:37am

“okay so what did you do?” you placed the cup of coffee carefully down next to mina’s tea. it was some rasberry leaf tea that kirishima insisted she drink in order to get ready for labor. her face scrunched in up confusion as she went to grab her mug taking a small sip. 

“why does there always have to be something I did? why can’t you do something for once?”

“i got divorced. rememeber that?”

“..touche, but we do have to talk about something.” her leg bounced so rapidly it almost hit the bottom of the table. “you know I’m going on maternity leave and that means you’re not going to have any work for about a year. I really think it’d be a good idea for me to stay with the baby for at least a year before getting back into work-”

you raised your hand to stop her before she could continue. “mina, don’t worry about that okay? i’ll find a temporary job i can tolerate then come back when you’re ready. no big deal”

her eyes flickered from her hands back up to yours. “right.. well i found that temporary job for you and all you have to do is one quick interview then you’re set.”

your eyes squinted in suspicion. there was no way she was making this big of a deal out of a small job opportunity. “spit it out already”

“it’s with katsuki”

one minute passes, and then another, or at least that’s what it felt like when the weight of his name hit like a slap to the face. you know you had told him at the gala to let the whole thing go, but working with him for a whole year wasn’t something that you had mentally prepared for. “mina”

“i know, i know. you two have a past and i understand that, but trust me i wouldn’t even be bringing this up if i didn’t think it would be a good opportunity for you”

“in what world would this be good for me? I don’t even remember the last time we had a real conversation let alone got along?”

mina scoffed at your words with what looked like a quick roll of her eyes but it was too quick to tell. “oh please, we couldn’t pry you two off of each other in highschool”

“that’s right. key words being high school. we’re adults now, different people.” your hands pressed together attempting to apply enough pressure to turn them red. “how did you even get him to say yes?”

“if it makes you feel better he had the same reaction you are right now.” her lips spread into a small smile attempting to bring the mood up slightly. when there wasn’t anything returned she sighed leaning back in her chair. One hand rested on her stomach rubbing slowly up and down like a sacred ritual. it was almost like an automatic reaction how your eyes flit down as she did so, but they quickly made their way back to her face which now was home to a frown. “y/n, this decision wasn’t made simply because he was available. if there wasn’t the other factor i one hundred precent would’ve chosen someone else. katsuki is one of the top heroes in the country, which also means the paycheck he writes is going to be way better than mine. and before you say that money doesn’t matter, yes it does” her hand came off of her stomach to reach gently for your wrist forcing you to stop squishing your palms together. she brought your hand towards the middle of the table to hold it in hers. “i’m your best friend y/n. i know what you’re working towards and if you want to get there faster he is the way to go. just trust me okay?”

your fingers gently wrapped around hers before giving a small squeeze. mina had been with you before, between, and after katsuki. it was hard to do what could be seen like crawling back to him in a time of need, but if she was this at peace about it, then maybe she was right. she was never one to lead her friends down the wrong path on purpose. 

“okay, i’m going to do it. what time do i have to be there for an interview?”

“this afternoon, likely at 12:30. that’s when he has his stupid protein lunches everyday. he got eijiro hooked on them and they make me gag so bad whenever he opens that stupid container”

your mouth hangs open slightly in shock of how soon it is but it’s quickly shut with a nod. “got it”

sunday 12:20pm

the agency was just how you expected it to be for katsuki. clean cut and absolutely no bullshit in sight. every worker you passed seemed to be so focused on the work they were doing that they almost forgot to nod back as you walked by. you tugged at your skirt in your seat almost feeling out of place for sitting doing nothing even if you were waiting. 

after your breakfast with mina you headed straight home to change into something more professional. knee length pencil skirt with skin color stockings, white button up blouse, and a pair of kitten heels. you found yourself looking in the mirror a beat too long over analyzing everything about your makeup until your alarm to leave went off. 

it was just katsuki bakugo. 

“miss?” the recptionist in front of his office stood to get your attention from behind her desk. your head snapped her direction as she smiled and let out a small sigh. how long was she trying to call? “mr. dynamite is ready to see you now. thank you for being so paitent.” 

you whisper a small of course and gather yourself before standing up. every step towards his door felt like your feet dragging deeper through quickstand. reaching towards the door you place one hand on the handle simulataiously sucking in breath before gently blowing it out. 

it was just katsuki bakugo. 

you pushed it open, eyes scanning the sleek office. just like the rest of the building it was very clean with no mess but papers scattered on his desk along with an open computer. not a single picture to be found on his desk. your eye caught some on the walls though. which included his parents, friends, and some of his accomplishments. finally, your eyes lock onto his. he had been standing behind his desk readers at the tip of his nose as he held up a paper that he had likely been scanning through. 

a soft smile fell onto your lips at the sight. it had reminded you of the past when you both had been closer. he had been wearing those same damn glasses since high school and would only dare take them out in the privacy of his dorm, a space that he had let you in. your back leaned against the door closing it softly. “i see you still have your old man readers. I’m supprised one of the temples hasn’t fallen off it.” it was a lame excuse of a joke to which he rolled his eyes at. 

seeing you once at the gala brought back fleeting feelings for him, but seeing you twice was a mixed bag. a bag half full of the weight of how you left your past but the other with the feathery feeling he got in his stomach he would never admit he got out loud when he saw you. 

“just come in and sit down. don’t need your stinky ass jokes peeling the paint off my walls.” 

“that quick conversation the other day truly didn’t do justice. you truly haven’t changed bakugo” you made your way over sitting in one of the seats in front of his desk. your fingers ran over the rich brown leather before placing them in your lap. 

his eyes were glued to your body with every movement that you made. he couldn’t help but analyze the way you walked and sat comparing it to all those years ago. “you haven’t changed much either y’know?”

you let out a scoff looking down at your palms before flipping both of your hands back over. “yeah right” 

“and what’s with all the sass? thought you’d said to forget all about the past”

“that’s just shit people say when they assume they’d never have to see each other on a daily basis”

you were shutting down on him and it was evident from the way you wouldn’t look in his eyes. he took off his readers with one quick motion and walked to the front of his desk. he leanded back onto the edge of it crossing his arms which were almost busting out of the freshly steamed polo shirt he was wearing. 

with his presence now closer than before you find yourself looking up at his face but not his eyes directly. “so why do you want this job?”

your face scrunched at the question. why did you want this job? “well to tell you the truth i don’t really want this job. if it were up to me i would be out job hunting right at this very moment. but mina is my friend so i trust her if she says this is the best thing for me at this moment.”

katsuki nodded slowly, the gears in his head clearly working around your response. he shrugged his shoulders quickly turning to grab the paper he was reading before. “you’ve got the job”

you look around the room like there’s been some sort of joke being played. “are you serious? you just told mina that i needed an interview and you only asked me one freaking question?”

katsuki looked at you his face completely set in a stoic stone. “basically”

“well i have a question for you then”

he moved his head in a ‘go on’ motion which made a small tinge of anger run through your vains. 

“how much am i going to be getting paid?”

his eyebrows raised at the question but he turned to reach for another sheet of paper he had under another stack. “this is everything you’ll need to know about the job. you get all this shit and maybe a bonus if you’re good at it.”

you snatch the paper out of his hands with a small glare and you swear you almost see a hint of a smirk on his face. it takes you a moment but then you find it. your mouth hangs open once you see the number but quickly close it kinowing if katsuki saw your shock he would feed off of it more. clearing your throat you folded the paper up quickly slipping it in your purse. “this should be able to get me through”

“great, you’ll start tomorrow”

[chloedoesart]

Did you need some Chloe Tavernkeeper and Defect doodles? No? Well too bad, here they are.

A couple of these are from AUs, like the Chloe/Defect blends in the bottom left.

[umbrellajam]

thinking about the swathe of Tim & Dick disagreements that can be broadly patterned, "Dick is more openly distraught and ends up chewing out Tim before stalking off, while Tim's left standing there like 🧍‍♂️"

New Titans #61 (A Lonely Place of Dying, Part 4) Gotham Knights #26 (Bruce Wayne: Murderer? Part 10) Nightwing (1996) #110

and the sort of opposite, where Tim is more openly distraught and they end up physically fighting each other

Nightwing (1996) #139 (The Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul, Part 6) Red Robin (2009) #4

anyway no deep thoughts, I just love them and I'm rotating their arguments in my brain at all times, lol

(bonus: the direct reverse of the first category, with Tim more openly distraught with and chewing out Dick before stalking off, leaving Dick standing there like 🧍‍♂️)

Red Robin (2009) #1

[sophfandoms53]

Shadow actually having so much respect for Tails and admiring his intelligence, tenacity, and decision making despite the fact he beats the poor kid up from time to time bc he’s just in the way is absolute perfection and means so much to me specifically y’all have no idea.

That is literally all i have ever asked for from a canonical Shadow and Tails dynamic, now let them interact and get along for once please🫶

[samadhifired]

Even though we are probably never going to get that backstory, based on both Mei and MK's personalities, there are only two possible ways their friendship could have started

Either they have inseparable besties from the moment they laid their eyes on each other.

Or they spent their first day/month/year trying to murder each other.

[barufisher]

i really like a lot of the banter in veilguard, it's one of the few times the companions can actually exchange some verbal jabs especially at the start of the game. i've said repeatedly that this game is lacking friction and i stand by that ☝️ i think the problem isn't that they all automatically get along, some of them don't at all in the beginning-- Davrin and Lucanis i think are the most obvious, and Taash and Emmrich as well-- but the thing is. Rook just speaks their therapy-speak to them and suddenly it's all fine. we don't see a lot of the friction in cutscenes or significant questlines, only in banter.

again there is Davrin and Lucanis of course who i do think are the most successful and organic relationship in the game. and that's because we actually get to see them go from being hostile to supporting and ultimately liking each other, and it feels born out of mutual respect rather than Rook forcing them to hold hands.

i like a lot of Bellara and Neve's banter as well, and they seem to spend a lot of time together at the start of the game when there's not that many people at the Lighthouse yet, and Neve consistently shows up for Bellara during her story. i also like Neve and Lucanis together, they're very cute. there are definitely friendly relationships that feel natural, but then there are moments like where Taash bulldozes over Bellara when discussing Mythal's and Solas's relationship, and Bellara isn't allowed to snap back at Taash for being disrespectful. she (+ elven Rook) are also never allowed to call out Harding for her racism, we either have to agree or just not acknowledge it and always be really really nice to Harding specifically.... and i think little moments of friction within actual main plot beats and significant cutscenes (like is done with Davrin and Lucanis) would have made a lot of the dynamics more interesting rather than just dancing around it and relegating it to banter or limited interactions you could ultimately miss if you don't have them constantly in your party/aren't constantly checking in at the Lighthouse. also companion approval should actually matter and they should be allowed to vocally disapprove of Rook's choices.

[galaxythreads]

have you ever thought that maybe loki stabbed coulson becuase he was getting too close to finding out that the invasion was staged?

coulson said that he 'lacked conviction', and then loki killed him. coulson was probably onto loki. he knew that something was up. maybe he talked to thor about loki. and then he went and tried to figure it out.

i bet if loki had instead knocked coulson out, he would have told the avengers to recapture loki while he was still on the helicarrier, and then there would be an interrogation. there, coulson could call in some people- maybe thor and natasha and fury- and loki might sneakily clue them in to the fact that the invasion is staged and the tesseract is on stark tower. and they stop the invasion. the Other can comes and does some telepathy torture. the mind control is broken with a solid hit from mjolnir. and then loki goes to asgard for killing 80 people in 2 days-

[radjerda]

Alexandria Hypatia and Aramis Stilton are best friends send tweet

[ghostlycod]

“I have this scene in my head for my fic that I really love but i don’t feel like writing all of the other stuff to get to it.”

I see this comment like 5 times a day in fic writing spaces lol

a scene that you don’t want to write is a scene you don’t want to read. don’t write stuff you don’t want to read.

me, personally: wait until the scenes that get you to that first initial scene you were excited about are just as interesting as that scene too. it won’t be the first, second, or third thing you think of. if u have a scene you really want to write, write that, and keep writing only those exciting scenes that come to you. eventually you have a million interesting scenes for your fic and they become puzzle pieces for you to arrange and then eventually the strings come together and you realize you really do have an interesting way to get to that original scene, and you’re just as excited to write it, if you haven’t already written it when you were brainstorming other scenes earlier in the writing process that you didn’t even realize could carry your story like that.

[vonlipvig]

Hear me out: Lucian and Petr as a couple

do you want them to kill each other? cause that's how they kill each other.

[catboy-jupiter]

my spiderkon au has spiraled out of control i might not even start matching characters anymore what is this shit i do not know enough marvel to deal with all this..... i do not know enough dc to deal with this......... i'm just going with the vibes atp