#gonna try this new thing where i actually reply to people being nice in my inbox rather than just. putting those off. i do treasure themmm

[batsplat]

i don’t know too much about motogp in depth enough to send specific asks but please know that i am ALWAYS seated for your class! i really enjoy reading your takes + essays

man this is so so kind, I am always a little lost for stuff to say when I just get like. people being lovely in my inbox - trust I do read and appreciate it, just get very hung up on the responding bit

anyway, this ask I think was sent the day after this long post about the similarities between casey and valentino was dropped, which has kinda been where this blog has been living for the past month,, so. in my head. I'm choosing to believe this was specifically about that essay. and I just wanted to quickly toss in one more thing - y'know the bit about sachsenring 2010, right, where valentino shows up way way ahead of schedule from the whole broken leg situation and also jorge and casey have kinda been engaging in a teensy bit of trash talk in his absence and the vibes are. off

so then casey and valentino had a very tight very cool battle for the last podium position, 10/10 would recommend, low key one of the top 3-4 races that season. valentino's fighting his demons (leg recently broken), casey's fighting his demons (bike sucks), you can tell how badly they want to beat each other... and casey manages to take the shine off valentino's return by snatching the final podium place in what you just like. know. was extremely satisfying to him. you just know it!! he won't say it because he's so hung up on the 'ooh I don't get obsessed with my rivals' shtick (lol) but it's very obvious how badly he wants to beat valentino! and then after the race when they're talking to the press, casey's like,, valentino's comeback is really not that serious, the leg's fine he's just lost a bit of muscle mass,, idk why everyone's making such a big deal,, and then valentino starts throwing jibes in his direction about how CASEY would have complained if VALENTINO had ridden like CASEY had, but of course VALENTINO would never do such a thing,,, and in the timeline of the rivalry this is very much when we start descending to kindergarten level

anyway given the tone of the on-track battle and how much shit they talk about each other in the immediate aftermath, you simply have to be deeply endeared by how they behave post-race when they're actually on the bike. classic hand grab and thumbs up situation, valentino recognising casey's performance in all its viciousness:

but then what really prompted this whole thing was. this photo..? where valentino has managed to straight up reach into casey's helmet:

like is he trying to poke casey's eyes out what's happening here. looks like he's doing finger guns in his face. why's he getting so close. isn't this a lovely quirky little photo... casey's doing an insincere thumbs up at him and valentino's attempting to stroke his cheek. fascinating. they're about to say some out of pocket shit about each other to the press btw

[greenglowinspooks]

To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ the best thing that’s ever been mine ”

jason grace x greek!fem!reader ⚡

a quest turned unforgettable

a/n happy 30th birthday loml (bc he's very alive xo)

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Y/N was already exhausted. She joined Jason on their last quest before they would be off to New Rome University.

“There’s too many choices,” she complained, laying upside down on the motel bed in a random small town in Vermont, “I cannot decide between journalism and creative writing.”

The tall blond walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. He held his toothbrush that was still covered in the blue paste, “why don't you do both?”

She thought for a second, “I’ll decide when we get there, I guess.”

He leaned back inside the bathroom to spit in the sink before joining her on the bed. She leaned over, laying her head in his lap so her so he could play with her hair, “two weeks.”

“Ugh,” she scrunched her face, “that’s so weird.”

“It’s not that weird,” he laughed, “it’s nice. We’re gonna be moving in together, every night can be like this.”

She smiled, sitting up, “seems too good to be true.”

He trailed his arm around her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder, “I know, every morning I actually have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not still dreaming,” he melancholically smiled, “I have to make sure I have this life, that this is actually happening to me,” he looked down at her, “and that you're real.”

She bit her lip, smiling, “cheesy.”

“Hey!” He defended, “I open up to you and get called cheesy?”

She giggled, “sorry, sorry,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek, causing his expression to soften, “I just think it’s cute you think I might not be real.”

“How is that cute?” he laughed. She kneeled on the bed to now be taller than him, “because it means you love me.”

He laid back, pulling her down with him, “love isn't a strong enough word, sweetheart.”

“Hm,” she positioned herself on her elbows, “then what is?”

“I don't think there’s a word for it.”

“Enamored, adoration, agape?”

“Did you just open a thesaurus?”

She cackled, throwing her head back, “it’s called a brain, blondie.”

“Sorry, I’ve never heard of that,” he joked.

She leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth, “most people’s are in their head, but yours might be here,” she held onto his bicep.

“Wow, Y/N,” he sighed, “where’s yours then?”

She shrugged, sitting up to lean on the headboard, “considering I came on this quest, because I didn't want to leave you, I say here,” she answered, pointing to her chest.

“Your heart?” he grinned.

“No, my boobs.”

He let out a bray laugh, throwing himself onto a pillow. She grabbed another pillow to hit him with.

“Ow!”

“That did not hurt.”

“It could’ve,” he responded.

“You’ve been stabbed countless times, I think you can handle a feather pillow.”

“Wow, hit me where it hurts,” he sarcastically replied.

“Okay,” she smiled, hitting him again.

“Y/N!” He yelped, shielding his face with his arms.

She hit him again, and again, and again. When she finally stopped, he stared up at her in a way that his blue eyes might as well be shaped like hearts, “Jason?”

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widened, she trailed his face, trying to figure out whether or not he was being serious. The way his eyebrows nervously creased and a soft smile curved on his lips, told her all she needed to know.

“When?”

He sat up with her, “really?”

She bit her bottom lip before a smile found its way to her cheeks, “I love you more than anything, Jase. We might as well.”

He kissed her, tightly holding her face in his hands. She was first to pull away, although still tracing his bottom lip with her thumb, “there’s a convenience store, across the street.”

“Yeah?”

“I bet they sell ring pops.”

“Oh?” he looked at her for a second, “let’s go.” He quickly got up, pulling on a hoodie. She followed, putting on a pair of leggings to pair with the oversized t-shirt that belonged to her boyfriend. Scratch that. Fiancé. “Ready?” He smiled with an outstretched hand.

She took his hand in hers, “ready.”

They rushed out of their room in a fit of giggles. The thought they probably woke up a few of the other people staying there crossed both their minds for a quick second before the true situation was the only thing they could think about. They were gonna get married.

They stepped out to see the empty streets and sidewalks. She briefly looked up at Jason, “Jay?”

“Yeah?” He looked down to her with an unfaltering smile on his lips.

“Are we dumb?”

He thought for a second, looking at the stars that were so clear in the Vermont sky where there was maybe one streetlight in sight. “No.”

She laughed, leaning her head against his arm as they crossed the street, where Jason insisted on looking both ways even though there wasn't a car in a hundred mile radius. “I think we’re idiots.”

“You're the only one,” he paused, “I mean the only one who thinks that,” he defended, “not the only idiot.” He stopped again before continuing, “not that either of us are idiots, we’re very smart actually. This is a smart thing to do.” He kissed her head as she stifled laughs at the boy’s nervousness. He opened the door of the convenience store, letting her walk in first.

She crossed her arms, “when we get back to camp, Annabeth gonna be on our asses about this.”

“Hey,” he turned around to grab both her hands, “you wanna do this, right?”

She leaned up to kiss his lips, “more than anything.”

“Good,” he grabbed something off a shelf to look at to divert his gaze from her shining eyes, “because I don't think I’ve ever been happier than right now.”

She tilted her head. She placed her hand under his chin to get him to look at her once more, “seriously?”

He looked around awkwardly. He then placed his lips to hers as he whispered, “you’re the greatest thing in my life. I love you more than anything.”

Her smile beamed at him, “I love you, too, blondie.”

He laughed, “then let’s get some rings.”

They aimlessly wandered the small store to look for the candy aisle. They giddily pranced into the section.

“Okay, what’s your favorite flavor?” He asked her as they stood before the ring pops.

“Cherry,” She leaned forward to grab the package, she turned to look back at the son of Jupiter, “what about you?”

“I don't know,” he shrugged, “I’ve actually never had one.”

“No way,” she grinned. “Here,” she picked through the flavors, “I think you’d like this one,” she handed him the blue raspberry candy, “it matches your eyes.”

“Thanks, love,” he took it from her grasp before grabbing her free hand, “you wanna go get married now?”

Her heart fluttered at the reminder of what they were truly doing. They were getting married. They were going to be husband and wife. Bounded by holy matrimony.

“You okay?”

She quickly nodded, “never been better.”

They hurriedly checked out and rushed out of the store. They both stopped in their tracks just outside of the store.

“Where are we getting married?” He mentioned, looking down at the girl.

“Yeah, I don't know.”

“Wait, one second,” he let go of her hand to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“If you get any single out here, I think it’s a sign we have to get married.”

He chuckled, typing into Google. “Hey, wait, there’s a chapel ten minutes away.”

“You're kidding,” she responded, leaning against him to see his phone, “but it closes in five minutes?” she frowned.

“Hold on,” he dialed in the phone number he found on the website. He held his phone to his ear, a few seconds passed before he spoke, “hello? Sorry, I know it’s late but- yeah, we were hoping we could get married tonight,” he locked eyes with her as he continued, “uhm, Y/N L/N and Jason Grace,” he went silent for a minute, “really? That’d be amazing, thank you so much. We’ll be right there.” He placed his phone back in his pocket, “we’re getting married tonight,” he couldn't have smiled any wider when he spoke.

She laughed in amazement. She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck, “we’re getting married!” she nearly shouted. 

He kissed her hair, tightly holding her, “we’re getting married,” he slowly let go of her, “but we have to hurry.”

“Right,” she nodded. I want to say that they flew there as in they just drove really fast, but they did in fact fly there. Above the wooded forest that lined the streets. When they finally arrived at the chapel, there was a singular light on by the front door and a sign with missing letters that read Elysium Wedding Chapel.

“Elysium,” she spoke, “are you serious?”

“A little threatening,” Jason joked as they walked closer to the white building. He squeezed her hand as he knocked on the door.

An older woman, about 70 or so, answered the door. A smile donned her face as her eyes met the two, “you must be Y/N and Jason! Come in!” She led the two of them into what looked to be a living room with pink and floral furniture that looked to be from the fifties or so.

“Thank you for taking us so late,” Jason mentioned as the woman opened a large book. She stood under an arch adorned with fake pink flowers and green vines.

“Nonsense,” she replied, “we hardly ever get visitors,” another woman, who seemed a bit younger walked in, “oh! Here’s my daughter, Alexandria, she’ll be your witness.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alexandria said, “you two look young, how old are you?”

“We’re eighteen,” Y/N answered, her arm now locked with Jason and her hand holding his.

“Oh my!” Both women exclaimed, causing giggles from the couple. The older woman seemed as though she was about to speak again but suddenly began looking around the stand where the book was on.

“Geez Louise, I lost my glasses again,” she shook her head, “I’ll be right back.” With that, she scurried out of the room.

There was a moment of silence before Alexandria began to speak, “you know why we call it the Elysium Wedding Chapel?”

They both shook their heads, momentarily sharing a look before turning back to the woman.

“Elysium was the Greek equivalent of Heaven. So, when my mother and father opened this place, they thought about how romantic the Greeks were and decided to name it after their Heaven.”

“That’s amazing,” Y/N responded. She then looked up at the blond, “right, sweetheart?”

He smirked, “yeah, the Greeks really were romantic.” There were those heart eyes again. He soon looked at the woman, “she’s Greek actually,” his head motioned towards his soon-to-be wife.

“I should've known,” the elder added, “Greek girls are always the prettiest.” (i’m totally not just saying that because i’m greek.)

Y/N grinned, “thank you.”

The older woman once again came into the room, “found them! Now, let’s get this show on the road.” She guided the couple to the arch, “you two hold hands.” The two mirrored each other, both distracted by the adrenaline in their veins to think straight. It was finally becoming real, that they were to be married in the next few minutes.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony,” she turned to Jason, “do you have vows you wish to read.”

They shared a look. Jason’s hands sweated in Y/N’s grasp. Sky blue eyes met e/c ones as his mouth opened, “Y/N, I know you already know this, but I love you, so much,” he blinked in an attempt to stop himself crying, “I never thought that I could be loved in the capacity that you do. I always was taught to believe that I was nothing but a soldier,” he hesitated, realizing how strange that must've sounded to the strangers, “but I think you freed me and I’ll forever thank you for that, Y/N.” “Damn it,” she mumbled as tears began to spill, “Jason, if anyone asked, you are the most incredible person to walk this planet. You are the most selfless, caring, loving person I have ever met. Since the day I met you, I knew I never wanted to be away from you for a second, and there would be no greater gift than spending my life with you.” He let his tears rain down when she finished. He looked down as he tried to gather himself.

The woman turned to Jason, “do you Jason, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

He sniffled, “I do.”

“Do you Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?”

Y/N widely smiled, her cheeks hurting from how much she had done so that evening, “I do. I really do.”

“Rings?” The woman questioned.

“Right, sorry,” he grabbed the bag he had left on a nearby table.

“Oh!” The woman raised her eyebrows, “ring pops?”

“The only thing we could get on short notice,” Y/N mentioned, smiling through the tears on her face.

“Okay, then,” the woman laughed, “repeat after me,” Jason tightly held onto the cherry candy, “with this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed,” he slipped the ring onto the girl.

Y/N’s hands began to shake, “with this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated.

The woman clasped her hands together, “by the power invested in me, I pronounce you, Jason Grace and Y/N L/N, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Jason took her face in his hands, bringing their lips together. She could taste the salt on his lips from the tears, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was kissing her husband.

They left the chapel, hand in hand. No words were said on their way back to the motel. They had said everything they had needed to say for centuries. But just before they entered the room, Jason stopped her.

“What?” She questioned, looking around.

He opened the door before turning back and picking her up bridal style, “I had to,” he smiled. She threw her head back, laughing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they walked into the room. He placed her softly on the bed, hovering over her.

“I love you, Mrs. Grace,” he whispered just as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

She brushed her thumbs against his cheeks, “I love you, Mr. Grace.” He kissed her once more, “hm, you take good, too.”

He chuckled, “so do you.”

“I think we should always eat ring pops before we kiss.”

He kissed her neck before looking back up at her, “anything you want.”

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bonus! 

Y/N and her secret husband sat side by side on the grass of Camp Half Blood alongside the rest of the Seven as well as Nico and Will.

“Why are you wearing an old ring pop?” Annabeth queried.

“Oh, uhm,” Y/N panicked as she scrambled to find an answer.

Leo interrupted before she could say anything, “I was asking Jason the same thing earlier!”

That’s when the daughter of Athena noticed the matching ring on the boy’s left ring finger. She looked back up at Y/N, “you didn't.”

“Annabeth-”

“You got married!” the blonde girl exclaimed.

Everyone crowded around the two asking questions about what happened.

“I can’t believe you didn't tell us,” Percy commented, crossing arms.

“We didn't tell anyone,” Jason defended, “we barely knew what was happening!”

“I can't believe you didn't choose me as your best man,” Leo offensively added.

The blond rubbed his forehead, “I didn't have a best man at all, Leo.”

“How did it happen?” Piper questioned, leaning closer to the two.

“If you guys would shut up for five seconds, we’ll tell you,” Y/N responded.

They both went on to tell the group everything. From the pillow fight, to the vows. The way they laughed and talked over each other made them realize that husband and wife was the simplest way you could describe them.

[qstea]

hi! would it be possible to get headcanons about what kind of gifts they'd give or what they would do for their relationship anniversary? gender neutral reader for geno, error and if possible, fatal error as well.

(i've never sent an ask before so hopefully this is alright, its ok to refuse. love your writing!! :D)

📎 What They Do for Their Relationship Anniversary ★

Featuring: Geno!Sans, Error!Sans, Fatal_Error!Sans

#Notes: u gave me my top favs tysm *kisses you* srry this took like seven thousand years to make lolol but here u goooo

pronouns used: they/them

Geno Sans

Putting it in simple words, they have no idea what to do for the anniversary.

Definitely goes to Sans for advice and probably rambles about the situation to him. To which Sans just replies ‘get them something memorable, or take them somewhere, like per se, the spot where you met. maybe a vacation?’ and it just all starts to click in Geno’s head.

Alright, so. Their plan is to 1. Take you to the very top of the mountain where they first saw the surface and have a peaceful picnic with you. 2. Buy some of your favorite snacks and a movie you like and eat some popcorn up in their room, and 3. Cuddle and fall asleep together. Perfect anniversary plan.

Still super nervous about how it will go, and isn’t the best at speaking to others. Papyrus and Sans may or may not tag along and make it slightly less peaceful and a little less like alone time between the two of you.

If that does happen, it makes the atmosphere somewhat excitable. Geno isn’t the happiest about it, mainly because they really just want to be alone with you and just bathe in each others company, but if you’re enjoying it, they’re enjoying it.

Logically, some things end up backfiring during the anniversary, but it’s the thought that really counts. And for you two, is all that really mattered in the first place.

Error Sans

I don’t see them really caring about anniversaries. But if you’re super into it, they’ll go along with it.

Not really for taking you anywhere? I think they prefer staying in their anti-void and sharing their bean bag with you while watching undernovela (tbh you should’ve seen this coming. come on, it’s error.)

Afterwards, they’ll open a portal to Outertale and you guys can just hang out and watch the stars. Will point out constellations for you and everything. Ink likes to follow you and Error around mostly because he’s genuinely surprised Error managed to get into a relationship with somebody and for this long too! You better bet Ink’s going to make ship art for you guys on your anniversary. Outertale paintings are his specialty., so expect to find a few art pieces near your date spot in Outertale.

Error is mildly embarrassed and flustered when they do find these drawings though.

The kind of monster to make you a tapestry or a plushie of themselves. Not used to giving people gifts so they’ll just throw them out you and scurry away like the rat bastard they are.

The anniversary isn’t remotely well put together but it’s a nice spending it with Error, so it cancels the flaws out.

Fatal Error Sans

He has a vague idea on what an anniversary is supposed to look like. After being in the save screen for so long and then having Error brutally mangle his code, you can imagine just what that shit does to your memory.

You’ll have to bring up the topic of a relationship anniversary for them to even remember that those things exist.

Very busy a lot of the time (killing Papyruses and multiple versions of Swap and piecing their code together to try to make themselves a new brother, yknow the drill) so might not actually even have an anniversary with you.

But you mean the world to him, so if you practically beg him to do something for your anniversary, he will eventually give in.

Again you’re probably gonna have to do a lot of the work. He’ll just go along with whatever you have in mind. He doesn’t mind.

The most they’ll do is steal get some snacks for you.

Might attempt to crochet or knit something for you with his red strings but he’s not that experienced. He’ll definitely learn for you, though.

Most definitely not experienced in the art of romance so be patient with them.

[bravo4iscool]

girl, I’m not gonna lie to you, I have some free time, and sometimes I really like to use it uselessly. and I found your ig account, then I did some other research and I found a lot about you and your family, so I could really rate you. And yes, I can say properly: you’re ugly.

now, you're kinda right, I give you that. some fit guys do like fat women, maybe one guy out of ten. but these are REALLY PRETTY WOMEN, 'cause I don’t deny that there are beautiful fat women, but they are usually rare, and that’s definitely not you.

I’m not seeking validation wtfff has nothing to do with anything, girl… you seem stupid. I just really found your behavior hilarious. like, how the false illusion of the new age got you, making you really believe in fairy tales. I mean, you're clearly so insecure, trying to pass as “I’m fine with my weight” while really trying to convince yourself that you’re desirable. and like, you’re not 😭 and it’s so fun when you talk about validation, because, you see, I may be petty or bitter or mean, or whatever it is. but, if you really felt confident, pretty, and good about yourself, you would just turn off the anon or ignore me. but no, you’re here, writing answers so you can post and be consoled. that’s how I know you feel pathetic and horrible about yourself, and need these other weirdos to help you fool yourself. you can ignore me, or reply me, it won’t make difference. you too fucking transparent, so easy to read.

or you wouldn’t be doing headcanons of really fit men attracted to you, because if you were desirable and if you really felt that way, you would just know, and not try to reaffirm yourself along with other equally UGLY FAT GIRLS. the main thing here is how out of touch you are with reality. close the tumblr, go to a nice spot in your town, where you KNOW there are hot guys, and please record yourself being chosen by them. if you're so sure of yourself. and open your instagram account, since you have nothing to hide and being ashamed. I mean, you’re pretty right? lol

y’know i’m not doing this cuz i’m insecure💀 also, i never said those hc’s were about me LMAO. i’m very aware that he and every other cod character is fucking fictional💀. this is just my hobby😗✌🏼.

also, why are you so keen about finding out about my personal life? wtf do i have to do with you? it’s fucking creepy to stalk my ig and all that💀. who tf do you think you are?

the only one being pathetic here is you, because you’re out here insulting me via anon haha. at least grow the balls to confront me correctly lol.

but yk, your stupidity and insecurity is pretty hard to ignore. you can have your opinion about me but let me be. i didn’t ask you for it lmao. also, i couldn’t care less about your opinion. you can think i’m ugly, idgaf, but stop annoying me with it.

and idk if you know but talking down on other people has to do with one’s insecurities, so maybe you’re the insecure one here😘.

and yes, i’m fine with my weight. i’ve come to terms with it, since i can’t change it without a medical intervention. is it so hard to believe that someone overweight actually accepts that fact or what? it says that says a lot about you actually.

also, i’m posting this so people can see that there are, unfortunately, still people with the iq of a fucking brick out there. i couldn’t care less about what they tell me. as i said, i’m perfectly fine on my own.

i’m actually laughing writing this because i won’t ignore you. people like you should rethink their life choices ngl.

you’re going crazy over a tumblr post and start to insult me as fat and ugly and you started to fucking stalk me. you’re being the prime example for insecurity rn💀.

your messages can get as long as you want them to be, i will respond to them because it’s sad people still think like you.

there are people out there saying all things about cod or ghost or whoever. if i don’t like them, i scroll, but i don’t start insulting and stalking the author of that post/headcanon/fic or whatever.

grow tf up and get a helmet💀.

[magicaii]

Need a spinneraki non-villain au where both of them are shut in losers. Like, shuichi is a college drop out who’s been a NEET for the past two years and has convinced himself that he will never fit into society so why even bothering trying and doesn’t even care enough to outside anymore and tomura never made it to college at all and just lives off of his rich dad’s (afo) income as he does nothing but stay home to game and browse the internet all day cause he’s addicted to league of legends and he’s a closet scaly.

so imagine tomura and shuichi meeting cause they ended up in the same game because tenko misclicked and chose the wrong tier, and because he’s a bit of a toxic gamer, when he notices shuichi’s character choice he turns on vc just to say, “seriously? fucking zilean in the jungle? you’re never gonna make it out of iron asshole” and he only said it be to be dick and ruin some guy’s day, but he actually ends up advising the guy to choose a better character because he’s weirdly innocent and clueless for a league of legends player and it completely takes tomura aback. he finds out the guy is a complete newbie, which kinda explains it.

and during the game, spinner (his online name) keeps asking him questions since he’s apparently just decided that tomura has signed up to be his guide. and tomura kinda just goes along with it, and they’re the only two talking in vc anyway, although he’s far from nice about it. (think: what the fuck? USE YOUR SKILL or SUPPORT ME IN TOP LANE IDIOT)

so after the game tomura is about to move on with his day but then spinner sends him a friend request and he’s like ??? why does this weirdo think I’d wanna be his friend. but the request comes with a message and it says “haha thx for the help today? I’m kinda new at this… wld appreciate some more guidance n stuff… hope I can be as good as u someday lolz” and now tomura is half convinced this guy is just a fucking troll or something, cause there’s just no way. but what the fuck else is he doing anyway? so they exchange discords to chat.

spinner is strange. sometimes spinner will say things like “why is everyone so nasty in this game :((” and tomura will be genuinely confused because?? everyone knows league of legends is a toxic cesspool?? one day he finally asks what spinner’s deal is and why he started playing, and spinner goes “well tbh I was looking for friends���. tomura just deadpans that he’s definitely looking for them in the wrong place. spinners like, “I thought it would be easy to talk to people since there’s a voice chat but turns out people just use it to yell at each other and get into arguments. why would anyone do that lol, crazy” tomura just pauses cause he doesn’t really know, either. he’s been getting into arguments with random people in voice chat for years, it’s practically become a routine at this point, but he never stopped to think about it much. it’s pretty much become his only source of social interaction apart from his dad. with a pit in his stomach, he just replies “maybe they’re lonely.”

sometimes weird background sounds will come out of tomura’s mic, and spinner, after a while, finally asks, “so I’ve been wondering for a while. sometimes it sounds like someone is being murdered in your basement, what is that” and tomura’s like “oh don’t mind that lmao, it’s just my dad. he’s an investment banker or some shit and he gets fucking tilted at the stock market. idk I mostly tune it out now” and spinner just goes really quiet and says “umm. ok!”

[sae-something]

Wanted to make a little update post of some sort but it turned a little long. I also write about the mdsa stuffs so consider this a heads up.

This week I've just been feeling broken and exhausted. Some new flashback or something popped up in therapy on monday. If it holds truth, it could mean that the mdsa stuff went on a lot longer than I thought til now. I shouldn't be as surprised because there had been flashes and fears before, but I just really, really wanted to suppress that and be like "okay, if it happened at all, at least it was only for like two years". That suddenly stretched to the possibility of a period of (at least) 5 years.

Had online A today and just cried, a lot. The little detective part (trying to understand, make sense) is bleeding through a lot. Also a lot of grief about A being so kind and caring - today some part asked her, 'Why was it so hard for mom to be nice to be when it seems so easy for you to do?'. I immediately added, 'Well, of course, maybe it's not easy for you at all, I don't know'. But A made it very clear that it is easy for her to care about me.

And then she offered to check her email 'once or twice' next week (during her week off), so we can 'keep a bit of connection'. I checked if she's really sure I won't ruin her vacation, but she insisted. It really means a lot to me, though I don't know that I'd have words.

At some point some part cried out, 'I'm just so scared of having to go back [to mom] when the year is over' (the no contact year technically ends late january). Haven't really had time yet to talk through the details with A, but I really don't feel like reconnecting with my parents. This part talked a little bit about 'being bad' for not going back, and A said something about how that probably explains a bit about why (as a kid) I kept going back to her, kept looking for her.

I interrupted and said, well, I feel the same way now - I fear people might have understood me taking a break, but making it more definite will make people go 'how can a daughter do that, abandon her mother like that'. I cried and said how scared I am A will think that. She replied something along the lines of, 'When we talk about this more I will tell you that I don't think you are ready to go reconnect yet, there is so much still happening, you are not at a point where you can hold yourself and connect with her'.

We didn't really dive into it but it meant a lot to me that she said that. It brings some space and relief. And I know we'll talk about it more over the coming weeks & months as that anniversary comes up.

Anyway. This has been a bit of an update. I've just been in pain (?body memories?) and exhausted. I would never tell anyone else this, but the little detective part is just constantly repeating "but if this happened at 8, I would have remembered, 8 is so old! You don't just forget things when you're 8!". I just can't understand it. I feel like lots of strong little magnets that I just can't push together. Everything is bouncing off of each other and nothing connects.

And also the actual content of the ?flashback? from monday just feels disgusting and impossible. Nothing, like, new or extreme or anything. Just, how could she? How could she stand next to my bed and stroke my head and chat about my day, while also, while also there was a hand beneath the blanket doing things that were not happening, things that were not felt, things that were not real. But it hurt and it hurt and it hurt and it hurt. How could she have been like that? How can someone do that? Act so nice and have a monster hand doing monster things?

(I know those are dumb questions. I know many people all over the world do all kinds of horrifying things to little kids. The questions are just stuck on a loop inside my brain...)

I'm so tired. Gonna have to fix some food now and then just flop on the couch.

[phantomwritezstuff077]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Warnings for this chapter: Jesse Evans, swearing, slight misogyny?, mentions of abuse, PTSD

Chapter Ten

The next day, Laurie, Billy and Pat galloped through the plains in the direction of where Jesse and his gang were apparently now residing. Artax whinnied with glee upon feeling the wind in his mane, tossing his head around like an energetic colt with a snort. This caused Laurie to smile a little bit, she was feeling incredibly nervous about reuniting with Jesse, so it felt nice to have her best friend distract her for a moment, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wonder back to how Jesse might react to seeing her after all these months.

Would he be mad at her?

Would he hate her more than he already did before she left?

As they approached the ranch, a man stood up with a shotgun, he seemed ready to shoot them dead until he recognized Pat and called out to his buddies, letting them know that their comrade had returned with guests. Artax skidded to a stop as Laurie turned to Billy, she was visibly nervous and Billy could tell right away. The outlaw gave her a reassuring smile and nod, letting her know that it’ll be okay. It helped a little bit but it did not completely calm her nerves.

“Jesse, you may wanna come out here,” a man that Laurie immediately recognized as Bob called out into the house, taking a drag of his tobacco filled cigarette as he did so. Laurie took a deep breath, stroking her horse's fur as she waited for Jesse to come out. Her heart was pounding and she felt like her blood vessels were going to burst due to the adrenaline. 

Jesse walked out of the house, a cigar in his mouth. It was hard to tell what he was thinking when he saw Laurie and Billy on their horses, standing side-by-side. Laurie took another deep breath before she spoke.

“Hi, Jesse,” she said, adjusting Artax’s reins in her hands. Jesse didn’t say anything as he took a drag of his cigarette, Laurie recognized the gaze that was plastered on Jesse’s face.

And it was safe to say that the blond son of a bitch was beyond pissed at her. 

“We met Pat Garret here out on the road, minding our own business,” Billy jumped in, trying to take Jesse’s glare away from the already nervous teenager. Jesse just hummed in response as Billy looked around at the small ranch. “It’s a neat little hideout.”

“Oh, I like it. Real private,” Jesse answered, throwing away his cigarette, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked over. “You remember the boys?”

“Sure do,” Billy answered, his horse subtly taking a step forward, almost acting like a shield for Laurie. “This okay, Jesse?”

Jesse simply smiled at Billy, nodding his head. “Sure it is, Kid. I’m really glad to see you, Billy. And I’m even more happy to know that Lauren is safe.”

“She prefers Laurie,” Billy said to Jesse, who simply nodded with a shrug.

“Surely fate’s brought us back together again,” Jesse continued, “You gonna ride with us this time?” Jesse looked over at Laurie. “And actually stay with us?”

“Depends, you gonna treat Laurie like a human bein’ now?,” Billy asked, glancing at Laurie and then at the cow that was in the process of being prepared for food. “Also depends on what you’re cookin’.”

“Rustling John Chisum’s cattle. You’ve heard of John Chisum? They call him the Cattle King of America. He’s got cattle here in Texas, in New Mexico, all over Lincoln County. He is one rich son of a bitch, and we’re making good money selling his cattle to the army,” Jesse replied, “And as I’ve said before. I am gonna make it my life’s mission to make it up to Lauren for how I treated her. It was wrong.” He paused for a moment. “You two back in?” 

Laurie immediately called bullshit, she knew he didn’t regret a single thing when it came to how he treated her. Men like that never feel bad for what they do to the people who trusted them. But she nodded, saying yes for Billy’s sake. Because either it was to stay with the gang or go to some shitty orphanage. 

The red headed girl dismounted Artax, stroking the stallion’s neck before gently leading him to the water trough where she began to untack him. She gently tugged the bridle off of his face, giving him a mint before hanging it up on the fence post when she heard someone behind her. Laurie had memorized footsteps long enough to recognize it was Jesse who was approaching her. The young teenager whipped her head around to face him, she was still like a jumpy doe because of him.

“Runt,” Jesse said.

“Jesse,” Laurie sighed, hearing the all too familiar nickname never got any easier. Artax pinned his ears upon seeing Jesse, the stud never liked Jesse and the feeling was mutual on Jesse’s end as well.

“The hell were you thinkin’, running off like that?,” he hissed. Laurie took a slight step back, afraid that he would hit her again.

No, he wouldn’t do that.

Not when there were so many witnesses.

“I’m sorry, okay?,” Laurie responded, swallowing as she turned back around, undoing the cinch on Artax’s saddle. Jesse would’ve said more if Billy didn’t walk over to them, leaning on the fence as he tilted his head to the side.

“Just getting reacquainted,” Jesse reassured, seeing the look of suspicion on Billy’s face. Billy nodded, the look on his face screamed ‘better be.’ 

Laurie removed Artax’s saddle and rested it on the fence before gently putting a rope over the horse’s neck and leading him into the small pasture, but Artax didn’t leave Jesse unharmed. The stud purposefully stood on his foot and once that was done, he swished his tail, directly hitting Jesse in the face, whinnying in amusement. Laurie giggled quietly, secretly giving him a treat for that as she let him go into the pasture. 

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Later that night, Laurie sat at a table with Billy, eating her dinner quietly while the two friends engaged in conversation. She wasn’t really contributing anything but she knew that the two older men knew that she was there and that she was also listening. 

“What happened to Barbara?,” Billy suddenly asked, Laurie lifted her head upon the name. Even though Barbara did little to nothing to stop the ongoing abuse that Laurie would receive from Jesse, she also couldn’t help but wonder what happened to her, especially because she hadn’t seen her around. 

“Oh, you know, she, uh… moved on,” Jesse explained, “She left not long after Lauren ran off.”

“Moved on to where?,” Billy asked, wanting to know more as Laurie reached over, taking his whiskey and drinking it. 

“If you must know, she got herself a job as a schoolteacher,” Jesse sighed, getting a little annoyed at the constant stream of questions about his ex. “Can you imagine that? Miss Jones.”

Laurie shrugged, putting the bottle down and sharply inhaling. Her head becoming fuzzy as the alcohol clouded her mind, she shook her head, feeling rattled. SHe really needed to stop stealing drinks.

“Actually, I can,” Billy chuckled, smiling a little bit at the thought.

“Is that right?,” Jesse responded, “You didn’t think for a second that she was too beautiful just to waste her life as a teacher in school?”

“It ain’t a waste, Jesse,” Billy countered, adjusting his posture in his seat. “There are plenty of kids out there who would kill to be able to learn how to do stuff like readin’. Besides, Barbara was always a teacher. Shit, I think she taught me and you more than we could ever know.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Jesse scoffed, “What do you figure you can learn from a teacher in school you can’t find out for yourself?”

“Reading,” Laurie suddenly said, the alcohol she had just consumed making her a lot more confident now.

Jesse just shrugged once more, not really wanting to hear anymore of this as he got up. Billy looked over at Laurie, confused at her newfound confidence but when his eyes landed on the whiskey bottle he shook his head.

“Lightweight,” he sighed, standing up and helping the drunk teenager to her feet, taking her to where she would be sleeping that night. 

A/N:

LAURIE IS MY BABY

Artax's beef with Jesse is my new favorite thing ever

Will Laurie find her Mama? Or is she gonna remain motherless?

Tag:

@slutforsnow

[infinitethree]

i'm

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i'm

I'M LIKE YOUR TUBBO??/

INNITT!!!

i. this is a positive reaction by the way

*so many hugs*

i'm honoured!!!

oh!! by the way! you've been referred to by it/its by default, but do you have other pronouns you prefer?

oh and we can't forget the food.. how about some eggrolls andd pancakes?

Innit perks up as Asher scrambles into its arms, their paws patting excitedly at its face.

It beams, hugging them as they chitter at it. “I'm glad you're happy with that. You're here the most, and you– you really care, y'know? So…so, of course I treasure you. I'd be crazy not to.”

The question makes it hum in thought, its tail swishing back and forth. “Uhm…I've never really thought about it? I know I'm not a she, though. He is closer, but not quite right…”

It takes a moment for it to remember the other one. “Ah, right! They/them would be nice. Since…I mean, it was really ‘cause I was…I was always thought of as the bad parts of him. A monster, really. Something to cage and fear, not…a person.”

Dwelling on its pain about that is exhausting and depressing, though.

“So, uh, maybe…I guess I like they/them better than it,” Innit says, ears perking up a little. “I don’t think I’d have changed it without– I mean, it never crossed my mind. Thank you, Asher. I appreciate you a lot.”

They beam, nuzzling their face into their friend’s fur.

It actually catches them off guard when food appears, and they have to scramble to grab the plates without also dropping Asher. They laugh, proud that they managed to do it, though.

They squeak in alarm, having to let go of Asher– who scrambles onto their shoulder instead– in order to grab all of the food.

A pout forms. “That was mean! I almost dropped them all…”

They sit down to eat, and their other friends come to sit beside them. They hum happily as they enjoy the treats being given to them.

The pancakes are its favorite. Fluffy, stuffed with chocolate chips, topped with whipped cream, and gloriously sweet, it knows it will have to try and find someone who makes something similar.

They reply, “I’m really gonna enjoy walking around, too. I think…I think, as soon as we know everything is stable and I have just– the basics of having an actual body down? I want to go and explore. There are some groups that do that kind of thing, y’know? Uhm, some clubs and stuff. And there’s some jobs for it, too– people need places to live, and some people really like being super far out. There’s cavers, gatherers, and whatnot, since some stuff you have to find rather than grow.”

According to the gossip that Innit has had no choice but to hear, there are often new biomes, structures, and even loot that shows up. Supposedly, the newer something is, the more likely you are to find good stuff.

San, being a sucker, can’t help but baby their residents.

Innit would love to know how much control they have and if they tweak things based on who is finding it.

They also wonder if some of Daz’s favor will rub off on them. Maybe if they talk to the server like they wish someone had talked to them, San will love them even more than they love Daz.

“I’m really excited for the chance to do stuff like that, though. I know I said I'd live with Aster, but, I mean–”

They can't help but feel a little bitter about how he's mostly forgotten about them. Instead, his focus is on the bastard and their burgeoning romance.

No matter how much they want to burst the bubble, they also don't have the heart to do that.

And…it’s a risk, too. 

Everyone is willing to let them out because they're free in the timeline Aster and Daz are seeing, but if that certainty in their goodness goes away–

Well. All the more reason to weasel their way into an exploration team.

If they bond with someone there, maybe they won't need to rely on Daz’s circle.

And the more people who know and care about them, the less likely it is that they can be forced back into Daz’s head again, or exiled, or otherwise forced to leave Sanctuary.

Maybe, during the period where they’re gaining enough trust to be allowed to wander like they want, they can make good use of being in Daz’s head and make some friends.

Especially some powerful ones. Ones who can raise a huge stink if anything happened to them.

[radioiaci]

Wanted to answer all the nice things I was given in one post, so find them under the read-more cuz it's long. <3

@radiiosugars ⧐ you are a wonderful writer and i enjoy seeing your portrayal! I smile when you're on my dash <3 the little details you include with his perspective really do paint a picture! (and i hope your day gets better! )

WEH THANK YOU SO MUCH SALT, you're a blessing and I wholeheartedly appreciate whenever you spam me on Discord with SILLIES even though I don't always have the capacity to respond right away fjkdjgjdg I LOVE YOUR PORTRAYAL AND YOUR ART TOO and thank you for the kindness 😭

@copaceticjillybean ⧐ You are…soooo good at stuff! Your Alastor portrayal, your art, it’s all just really really cool! I’m always so excited, when I see you post your animatics, or a new drawing, or a reply, because I know it’s gonna brighten up my day a bit! ; I know you’re having a hard time today, but I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really neat and good at what you do. ^w^ ; Oh, and I almost forgot- you’re also just FUN. Like, your ooc posts are just cute and funny, and I like seeing you pop on and tell us what you’re thinking. You’re easy to talk to, and that means a lot, especially for someone like me who can get nervous talking with people >u<;

AAAA THANK YOU, I really do try to be as approachable as possible given the type of person that I am, so I really don't want anyone to feel like they CAN'T talk to me. sometimes the RPC can feel really limited and exclusive and I like to change that in whatever way I can. you are always very kind and fun to write with as well AND I CAN'T WAIT to see what sort of sillies Alastor and Jillian can get up to

@helluvaflames ⧐ I love the way you write Alastor and I'm still loving writing Fizzarolli and him in these scenes. You write Alastor so well and its been so fun to get to know him through our threads!

YES THANK YOU YOU GET ME, I love writin' with your lil Fizzy too! I'm also excited for Alastor and Angel's "date" LOL I'm sure there will be RIDICULOUSNESS there, just knowing how they generally interact. Thank you for putting up with me and my silly deer boy!!

@tinyfieryghost ⧐ YOUR ART IS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE. I love how you draw Alastor and writing with you is always a pleasure! I also love how you write Alastor! Silly guy who can and will murder and maim!!! Also you're great to talk to in general!

LISTEN YOU, YOUR ART IS ALSO PHENOMENAL and I didn't think I genuinely would get as invested into Alastor/Ghost's relationship but him in my brain was just like? ? ? ? "this one is mine? ? ?? actually???" so I MEAN IT JUST HAPPENED THAT WAY and I'm not mad about it. I'M EXCITED for Al's encounter with Reaper fr fr and I love writing with you!!!

@visage-of-hell ⧐ *violently kicks in the door* DID SOMEONE SAY POSITIVITY???? ; Bitch, you're one of the most TALENTED fuckers I know on this site. Amazing writing style? Check. Brilliant character portrayal? Check. AND knock-your-socks-off gorgeous artistic skills to boot???? Dude, you are a triple threat of sheer creative genius--don't you DARE be doubting that for even a second!

WUH HUH BUH LISTEN you are ALSO very talented and I VERY MUCH love writing with Al and Vis together because they're a real ENEMY TO LOVER ARC MAYBE? AND I KNOW IT'S SLOW MOVING BECAUSE ALASTOR IS STUPID but I LOVE IT ALSO??? Thank you my friend, I love to talk with you too and share funny sillies and fawn over them being so STUPID

@damnedrainbows ⧐ //you’re one of my favorite alastors and truthfully I admired from the sidelines for a while because I felt inadequate hehehehe I can!t wait to interact with our muses more and see where it go for him and lucifer ; also forgot to tack on, amazing artist ; like seriously I link my friends your art all the time on discord lol

WHAT???? ONE OF UR FAVS???? STOPPIT. That always means a ton to me, especially because I know how many TALENTED and wonderful writers there are playing Alastor out there so that RLY MAKES ME FEEL GOOD AND VALUED and YOUR writing is also fantastic! Al/Lucifer's first thread is so weirdly deep after starting off as like almost a meme and I'm LIVING for it LOL. AND I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY ART LMAO maybe some day I'll draw something like actual serious for people to share jgdljgd but I enjoy drawing shitpost Al too much BUT THANK YOU this means a lot.

@lilitophidian ⧐ HEEEEY YOU, I LOVE YOUR LITTLE DEER, AND WE GOT SOME DOPE ASS SHIT GOING ON LIKE??? your writing is so fucking good I wanna do more threads with you at some point even though I have verbal diarrhea ; BUT YOU DESERVE THE BEST LIKE I TAKE TIME ON MY REPLIES TO YOU SO THEY ARE GOOD EATS??? Like, let me love on ya!!! ; Also your art ; I'd tattoo the pink dress wearing Alastor on my body fr

MY LIL DEER BOY YES I'M SO EXCITED for him to be.... tortured... mercilessly (that sounds bad LMAO) but LISTEN we are both wordy and I do NOT hate that one bit, I EAT IT UP YUMYUM gimmi all that good good exposition and artsy prose I LOVE that shit and you do it SO WELL. Also thank you for recommending frilly pink dress Alastor, I think he will never live that one down LMAO.

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ you are SO funny and sweet pascall, i love writing with you ( and your writing is amazing obviously i cannot live without it ) but even just our conversations ooc bring me lots of joy !! you have fantastic art and i am FLOORED by how creative you are ! thank you for making me funny shitposts and indulging my horrible brainrot 😭💜

I'M GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS listen the fact that you have put up with my dumbass over the last few weeks just constantly spamming you with radioapple shit means that you should get some type of AWARD HONESTLY. every IC interaction we have is so good and whenever you reply I'm like *VACCUUM NOISES* as i ABSORB IT. YOU're the one indulging MY horrible brainrot and u know what there's something beautiful about that. THANK YOU ily ily

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Thank you all for such kind words, it really did make me feel better about my poopy day. <3

[adultswim2021]

The Boondocks #38: “Pause” | June 20, 2010 - 11:30PM | S03E08

Lotta animation got me on this one. I was doing big old smiles every few minutes.

This is the Tyler Perry episode. In it, Granddad gets to be in a Tyler Perry play (they don’t call him Tyler Perry though, they come up with a different name to call him instead of directly saying he’s Tyler Perry because you get in biiiiiig trouble if you do that!!!!) but then he finds out he’s going to be the love interest of the Madea character, who is simply Tyler Perry in drag. In other words: Granddad has to be gay for pay. 

Can I make any kind of excuse for this episode being homophobic? I simply cannot. But, just like when famous Caucasian scamps “Matt and Trey” veer into libertarian territory while also being very funny, I simply have to chuckle, shake my head, look into the camera, and smugly say “you couldn’t get away with this today!” So many people would clap after I said that. But: I laughed and thought this was a funny ‘sode. Can ya blame me?

I think I'd heard about this one being controversial, and I believe I read it was banned for a spell. That somehow doesn't directly translate to it being beloved like it does for other banned episodes (the uniquely bad-for-it's-era New York episode of The Simpsons being banned by the 9/11 people comes to mind). It seems like sometimes the best thing that can happen to a cartoon episode is for it to get banned; it's legacy becomes something of legend and it's perceived quality tends to inflate. If you look at the episodes in order of IMDB rating, you'll see this one somewhere in the middle. Fair!

And that’s the write up for this one! I’m sorry, I need to make some of these bad so I can get through them faster. This one boils down to one thing: for the two main men in this story (Joel Hodgeson voice) it's all about sex, and I couldn’t agree more. Let’s all try to have some sex this year okay everyone?

EPHEMERA CORNER

MAIL BAG

Been too long. Sorry about that. Holidays. Job is hellish. You get it. As a consequence there are a lot of Christmas-themed Mail Bags I never replied to, so let's get to it:

Agree with you on the Married News Team. Jan and Wayne Sklar (know affectionately as the Sklar Brothers) are complete dopes. Someone needs to tell Tim to get a life. Every time he chirps about Trump he becomes president. Maybe he should focus on his tan and wax, Mr. Hollywood. Heh. Merry Christmas.

I actually watched the Office Hours election night live episode and it's basically just Tim frowning in slow motion for 3 hours. Get well soon Tim, and Merry Christmas to ya. Thank you for your mail Tim I'm a big fan

What are your favorite Adult Swim stocking stuffers. They have to be able to fit in a stocking and they have to be Adult Swim related. You can fill the stocking up as much as you life but it alls needs to rest in there comfortable without falling out if you hang it up. It's the holiday season after all, which is a time for giving.

You know I love my digital discs, and wouldn't you know it you could fit several DVDs in there. Since Santa goes all over the world I'm gonna ask him to get me the Australian-exclusive releases to spin on my region-free DVD player. We're talking Moral Orel volumes 2 & 3. We're talking that Space Ghost DVD that says it's complete but it's missing an entire season. We're talking Minoriteam for some reason.

Also I think it'd be real cool if I got the Master Shake air-freshener from the 2002 giveaway. Not the one they released into stores where they changed it so Master Shake is smiling. His smile disgusts me.

Also, I once possessed a Sealab shirt that was compressed into a hockey-puck sized package. That'd be nice in a stocking. It'd probably get all snug in the toe of the stocking, like an orange in a sock. You could probably beat somebody up with that. I could use a weapon, so I could really use that. PLEASE Santa! COME BACK!!!

Hey guys Luke from Adult Swim 2021 here reminding you to click the ASK ME ANYTHING to ask me literally anything. I appreciate the Adult Swim questions but I will answer anything you send me. I simply must. I'm eager to help you out.

Hey knock it off don't write stuff in my voice. STOP IT

Santa's coming. Getting scared?

Shut up!

Neighbors From Hell is like someone asking "Hey what if Radiskull and Devil Doll had legs?" And you aren't gonna like where those legs are going.

Those legs went to "no longer being on TV and only available on an illegal dailymotion link" which I actually do like

[nobodyexpectsthe]

anyway we're explaining writing methodologies today

my replies / asks one is best summed up as 'whatever sparks the highest muse goes first, my time on xyz days is extremely limited but once the rush is done i'm going through in chronological order of what is owed'.

i guess but i'm also gonna explain my approach to ooc communication. i am shy as fuck and talking to new people makes me incredibly nervous which is why if youve ever sent a thanks for following message i have never replied. i get locked in a 'how do i reply to this' mess and then two months have gone by and its weird to say something. even if its just plotting out a new thread. it didn't used to, i used to be way more social, and then i spent some years in a relationship irl that decimated my confidence. so i end up overthinking every little thing i say and usually i'll overthink it to the point where i won't actually say anything, or, worst nightmare, i'll overthink the thing i want to say so much it comes out completely wrong. it's bad, 0/10. don't be with someone who delights in making you feel small, because then you'll apologize for taking up space.

so i am, in general, very cognizant of how much space i take up and very much struggle with the idea that it's too much and i'm being annoying and people are too polite to say so. but that's a me problem & i don't want to put my insecurity on them, so i end up in a weird vibrating stasis. if i feel like i'm overstepping or being too much i'll pull back until i get a sign it's chill and you like my nonsense.

so i'm stressed at nice compliments, stressed at idle chitchat, generally just a big vibes of 'how much of an idiot do i sound right now' which makes for stilted or awkward replies until i get comfortable. and that doesn't go away for a good long while. it's nothing against anyone else and i don't expect people to have the patience to push through that, it's my problem & no one else's to work through. but what it does mean is it's easier for me to jump all over ic stuff and writing once i know how our styles mesh or i get a sense of what you also like from other threads and interactions?

i can and will drop novels into inboxes of people i barely know as a fun icebreaker if i think it's something they'll lie, i'll write lengthy & detailed starters & replies for strangers. i will absolutely sit and agonize in my drafts over things that don't sound just right until do they. i do think a lot about the early replies in an interaction with someone because i don't want someone to feel that it's... unbalanced? that all i'm bringing to the table is my muse's issues, their feelings, their reactions, and i'm not giving them anything to work with for theirs in turn. so that requires a little more fine-tuning and finesse.

and then once i'm more comfortable, i don't even think. i slap the keys and a symphony of words happen.

anyway all of this is to say i talk to like 2 people oocly and i'm trying to get better but oh boy that's hard.

[ladyofspoons]

My kid has informed me she is a fairy. Can you recommend us resources on faedom?

Also she tells me that fairies get "infinity power ups every day" so that sounds nice

cidysgebgkigudhwb ok wow that’s awesome and i’m so happy that you have a wonderful fey child and i’m happy for her to have a wonderful accepting parent. this deserves neither of you but desperately needs both. also, i’m incredibly honored that you would turn to me for this information. that said i don’t have a lot in compiled resources, more just accumulated knowledge, but i will provide you with what i can.

some here are some things every fairy/faerie/fey/etc should know:

first off, you’re gonna want to stay away from iron, especially cold iron. the effect if cold iron on a fairy is akin to silver for werewolves or vampires, so try not to touch it if at all possible.

you also want to make sure that your full, true name is known by as few people as possible, and anyone who has this knowledge about you will be able to control you completely. a true name is a summary of who you are in totality. it may change over time, especially if you choose a new name, but to prevent someone from knowing it, i recommend multiple middle names or aliases.

on the topic of names, powerful enough fey are able to steal the names of others, or trade them (like i do). this works on the principle that for the fey, any exchange, agreement, or gift is a contract. if you say to someone “may i have your name” and they reply with their name, that name is yours now, since you asked for it and they gave it to you. this principle works with anything really, so be fairy careful. the realm of fey is one filled with contracts, the terms of which do not necessarily need to be explained to all parties.

the majority of fairy lore today is based on irish or welsh stories, so knowing some pronunciations for either language is super helpful. for instance ‘sidhe’ is pronounced the same as ‘she’ and often refers to the fey, but technically just means hill.

you’ve probably heard about fairy courts, which are moderately important in determining when and where any given fairy is most powerful, and where they have jurisdiction to act, but unless you want want to get into otherworld politics, you needn’t bother with their inner affairs too much. it’s recommended to ally yourself to one of the two major courts, seelie (whimsical and mischievous) and unseelie (mischievous and vindictive), as well as one of the four seasonal courts (winter, spring, summer, autumn). these might change what abilities you’re proficient with, but again, unless you’re looking for the magical bureaucracy, you don’t need to get too deep. there are also many smaller courts (like mine, the Court of The Evening Star) that hold less power and are typically sustained by individuals to host their own little slice of the feywild and ally themselves with others on a more direct scale, without having to wait for approval from higher powers. of course all of this is entirely optional, you can do whatever you want forever.

ultimately, being a fairy is about indulging in the freedom of whimsy, imagination, and fantasy as a whole, so whatever you find leads you there is probably the right thing for you. make up your own rules and have fun with it

finally, here are some actual written resources:

Tree and Leaf by Tolkien, specifically the section “On Fairy Stories” which is an interesting exploration of the origins of the fantasy and fairy tale genres if nothing else

Dnd monster manuals are always a fun read, and can be helpful if you want more modern examples with specific abilities and lore

Celtic Fairy Tales collected by Joseph Jacobs is a fairly decent collection of some classic stories of the sidhe folk

and if you don’t want to do the reading, i’d at least recommend checking out some of the videos by Overly Sarcastic Productions, links below, for a basic overview of some myths and folklore concerning the fair folk, as well as just being entertaining.

Welsh-Pywll, Prince of Dyved

Scottish-Tam Lin

Irish-Book of Invasions

many origins-Wild Hunt

that's about all i've got, so i hope it is useful information. both you and your child have a place in the Court of The Evening Star if you so desire. be safe, and happy pride month

[ittuatuq]

↳ Explicit, Airaq and Igsi. wc: 2,862

Airaq has been thinking about Igsi. He doesn't want to admit it, but when Igsi pays him a visit, it becomes obvious to both of them.

He just can't ignore that overwhelming cigarette smell.

(text also below the cut, for those without ao3 accounts that can’t access locked fics. this is an explicit fic written by @itssonastyy)

It’s the cigarette smell that gives it away.

Airaq can feel it outside his house, even with all the windows and doors closed. It’s a very overpowering smell, the sort that’s hard to miss indoors. Of course, the wind and upcoming snowfall can help mask it from other people, but Airaq is not like other people.

When he steps outside, Airaq finds Igsi just around the corner.

“If you’re trying to be subtle, it’s not working.”

“Good,” Igsi replies with his usual smug smile, “because I’m not.”

Airaq crosses his arms and lifts an eyebrow.

Igsi shrugs. “I was just getting to know the neighborhood, and this is the biggest building around. Kinda hard to miss. Did you get it from being a god or the son of the mayor?”

“I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“Chill, dude, I’m joking. It is a nice house, though. Mind if I come in?”

Airaq raises an eyebrow at Igsi. It's either that or glaring, but that would be rude.

“Come on, you’re not gonna leave me out here in the cold, are you?”

Airaq sighs. “Fine. Just be on your best behavior.”

Igsi winks. “I’m always on my best behavior.”

“That’s a lie.” Paliq's voice comes as they materialize, a little floating flame next to Igsi.

Igsi rolls his eyes. “You’ve met Paliq, my tuurngaq1.”

“Oh! Yes, of course, nice to see you too. You can come in-”

“Actually,” Paliq cuts him, “I don’t want anything to do with whatever you guys have got going on here. Bye”

Paliq’s flame body zips away into the wind. Now Airaq glares at Igsi.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Igsi says, pointedly ignoring Airaq and entering the house.

Igsi immediately makes himself home, finding the closest couch and plopping himself down. He doesn’t put his feet on the coffee table, thank the gods, though that’s a pretty low bar to clear.

“Can I offer you anything to drink?” Airaq says, because a good host always feeds his guests, even the unwanted ones.

Igsi stops looking around to smile at Airaq. A “cute” smile, the one he uses to appear nice and innocent, both things he definitely isn't. “Coffee would be great, thanks, nanuk2.”

“Why do you keep calling me that? Do you even know my name?”

“Do I really need to?”

Airaq glares, harder this time.

Igsi laughs. “Of course I know your name, Airaq, I just think nanuk is cute. You’re, like, a soft teddy bear.”

Airaq scoffs. “That’s a bold thing to call an apex predator and a god.”

This, actually, makes Igsi skip a beat. He comes back with his usual, smug smile on his face. “Oh? Does that make me your prey?”

Shit. Airaq immediately feels his face heat up. “Nevermind.” He quickly turns around and runs for the kitchen.

Leaving Igsi alone in his house (while his mother is outside) feels like a terrible idea, but honestly, Airaq really needs a second alone. It’s amazing how easily Igsi gets the best of him. Is everything a joke to him? Honestly, most people consider the Wesley household almost sacred, which is ridiculous because it’s literally just a house that happens to be where Airaq and Kitaani sleep, but it goes to show how highly people think of them. Compared to that, Igsi is…

Well, Airaq would be lying if he said it wasn’t a little refreshing.

But also overwhelming. Mostly overwhelming.

When Airaq comes back with coffee, Igsi has left the couch, standing instead in front of a shelf, the one where Kitaani keeps important ritual artifacts. Igsi reaches for a qulliq.3

“Ahem,” Airaq says, because there’s no point in being subtle with Igsi.

Igsi’s hand freezes in place, and Airaq can’t help feeling a little proud about the way he subtly jumps from the surprise. Igsi turns to him and smiles like nothing is happening. “Oh, great, I could smell the roasted beans all the way here.”

Surprising, considering Igsi’s cigarette smell barely lets Airaq smell anything else.

Igsi takes his mug and sits down again, taking a sip without even sweetening his coffee first. Without knowing how he liked it, Airaq opted to let Igsi take care of it on his own. Seems like Airaq did the right thing after all, although he can’t help but cringe. Airaq hates bitter coffee. He adds four spoonfuls of sugar to his mug.

“So,” Igsi says as Airaq finally has time to sit down on the couch next to him, the one meant for three people; on the other hand, Igsi is sitting on the single person sofa. “You’ve been thinking of me, haven’t you?”

Airaq rolls his eyes, “Hard not to when I keep hearing about the mess you’re making in my town.”

“You know I’m not talking about that,” Igsi says, then he leans forward, “though I’m glad to see my attempts to get your attention are working.”

“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

Igsi smirks. “Nah, don’t flatter yourself. I like to keep my personal and professional life separate.”

“Oh, really? Is your job being a public menace? I thought you were an angakkuq4.”

“My methods are a little unconventional, but you gotta admit, me and Paliq get the job done. Better than your local angakkuuk, if I may say.”

“The Tuugaaq family does a perfectly fine job, and they have been doing it since before you were even born.”

“Now, relax, nanuk, I’m not saying they’re bad.” He gives Airaq a sly smile. “I’m just saying I’m better.”

Airaq rolls his eyes. “Someone has a healthy self-steem.”

Igsi just winks. “Anyway, that’s not what I meant.”

Airaq looks at Igsi for a second before remembering how they got to this point in the conversation. Right, Igsi was trying to flirt. Airaq decides to pretend he doesn’t know what Igsi means.

Oh, but Igsi is not gonna give up so easily, now, is he? “I just think it’s surprising,” he starts, calm, like he’s not actually surprised, “that you knew I was outside your house when I wasn’t by any windows or making any sound.”

“I didn’t need to see you to know you were around,” Airaq answers, equally calm. “Again, you’re not very subtle.”

“Right…” Igsi says, extending the syllable. “But that brings the question, if you didn’t see or hear me, how, I wonder, did you know I was here?”

Fuck.

Airaq looks away. “That’s not important.”

“Isn’t it?” Igsi gets up from his couch and, there it is, he sits next to Airaq, right in his personal space. “Because I can only think of two ways a minor deity like you could pull off such a feat. Maybe you just felt my sila5, since I’m so strong. Oh, but of course, this little town is overflowing with the thing. Even rocks have a noticeable presence. I can already tell I’m nothing compared to what you give off. Actually, aren't gods usually pretty bad at sensing sila? Your own aura gets in the way…”

Yes, that is a sore spot for Airaq, but he doesn't let Igsi get the best of him. Mostly because he's dreading what Igsi will say next.

Igsi’s voice lowers into a whisper. “Or maybe,” he says, leaning forward, right on Airaq’s face. His scent overpowering, “was it my smell?”

“I-I mean,” Airaq starts, moving to the end of the couch, as far away from Igsi as he can, “I think anyone should be able to tell it’s you from miles away, you have a serious smoking problem.”

“Woah, woah, calm down, nanuk, I’m not accusing you of anything. You’re a bear, aren’t you? I bet you can smell a bleeding seal a mile away. What’s a little guy like me compared to that?” Then he smiles, that stupid, hot, smug smile of his. “But it is cute that you remembered my scent.”

“Who says I remembered?”

“Right, why would you remember me?”

Igsi breaches the gap between their bodies again, and this time, Airaq has run out of couch to keep moving away.

“It’s not like I left a lasting impression on you, right? Like you still think about our first time, when you’re alone,” Igsi puts a hand on Airaq’s thigh, slowly moving up, “looking down while you jerk off and picturing me kneeling in front of you. Taking-” Igsi’s hand palms Airaq’s crotch- “All. Of you.”

Airaq’s breath catches in his throat.

Igsi leans on Airaq, their knees touching, Igsi’s free hand on Airaq’s chest, his mouth right next to Airaq’s ear. And his scent, so close Airaq thinks he's gonna be sick. “But I do. I jerk myself and think about coming to your huge bear cock in my mouth. Did you notice back then, nanuk? That you made me cum just from fucking my face?”

“Fuck,” Airaq moans.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Airaq says, “I remember. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Igsi kisses Airaq. Hard. Desperate. That smug smile intact. And Airaq can’t help but kiss back.

It doesn't stay just a kiss for long. Igsi, now vindicated in his pursuit, moves on top of Airaq's lap, deepening the kiss as he tilts Airaq's face up. Without thinking, Airaq moves a hand to the small of Igsi's back, pushing him closer, enough for him to feel Igsi's ass against his hard-on. Airaq moans.

“Feels good, nanuk?” Igsi asks.

“Yeah.”

“How about now?” And then, Igsi starts grinding his ass against Airaq, moving his hips in circles. 

“Holy shit,” Airaq gasps. “Keep doing that.”

Igsi doesn’t need to be told twice. Holding onto Airaq’s shoulder, he leans his upper body back while he presses against Airaq’s clothed cock as it grows bigger and bigger. All this, while looking directly into Airaq’s eyes. There’s hunger in his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re already so big. And you feel so good against me…” He stops briefly to position himself back. “But I want the real deal.” His free hand reaches down, getting a hold of Airaq’s zipper…

“Wait,” Airaq says. “Not here…”

“Right, right,” Igsi laughs. “Where is your room?”

“Second floor.”

“That’s such a long way, and I don’t feel like walking…”

Airaq pushes Igsi to the side. “Alright now. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“A little late for that, don’t you think?”

“Don’t test me.”

Igsi doesn’t say anything else all the way to Airaq’s room, but Airaq can feel Igsi’s footsteps against the floor, the sound of his clothes shifting with his movement, and, above anything else, the cigarette smell that follows him everywhere. It makes Airaq sick and dizzy. He can’t get enough of it.

Airaq opens the door to his room and starts saying, “Please take your shoes off, I just vacuumed the-”

Igsi pushes Airaq with a lot more strength than expected. Airaq falls on his back against the mattress and Igsi takes no time to climb on top of him. His parka is gone, a tight black tshirt all that’s left underneath it.

Airaq swallows. “T-that was rude.”

“Whoops,” Igsi says without a single hint of guilt in his voice. “Spur of the moment.”

With a swift movement, he takes off the tight shirt, revealing his defined torso. No hair on his chest or arms, only the lighter skin that’s not usually exposed to the sun. Airaq can’t help but notice the difference in shade with Igsi’s face. It must be so soft…

“Come on, are you gonna let me be the only one showing skin of the two?”

Right. That wouldn’t be fair. Airaq sits up and takes off his sweater and shirt in one go, and if Airaq tried to be subtle in his oogling of Igsi’s body, that same courtesy isn’t extended to him.

“That’s a nice view,” Igsi says looking down with no shame at Airaq’s chest and tummy. Unlike him, Airaq’s torso is hairy and soft, his polar bear white contrasting with his darker skin. “Now, those pants sure look tight…”

If Igsi was bold after Airaq took off his shirt, after they took his pants it was on a different other level. Airaq looks to the side, a little embarrassed.

“Fuck.” He licks his lips. “You’re just… wow. Man, I don’t even know if I can fit that in-”

“We don’t have to,” Airaq cuts him, “if you can’t. It’s fine. Last week was nice. We can do that again.”

Igsi looks up at Airaq, and his eyes are…

The eyes of a predator. It sends a chill down Airaq’s spine. Does that make Airaq his prey?

Igsi doesn’t say anything. He adjusts his position and, giving Airaq one final look, lowers himself on his cock.

“No, wait, Igsi-”

He takes Airaq. All of him, inch by inch. A moan escapes both of them when the the tip makes it inside, and then the rest, and it’s tight, so, so tight, but Igsi manages to get all of Airaq in one slow go. This freak, had he really-?

“I told you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Igsi says when he finally regains his composure. “But fuck, my fingers feel nothing like your thick, big cock, nanuk.”

“You,” Airaq starts, but he has to take another second to catch his breath, “you’re unbelievable.”

“Not yet.”

And then, Igsi starts riding Airaq’s cock at a steady pace, and all objections in Airaq’s mind disappear. Because. Fuck. Gods. It feels so good, Igsi is so tight around him, the way he moves, and how he moans-

“Yes, yes, fuck, nanuk, you stretch me so good.”

He does. Airaq can feel himself stretching Igsi, how it gets easier to thrust in with each motion. But Airaq wants more, he wants to take Igsi fully, to fuck him so good his own smell overpowers the cigarette smoke. His hands find Igsi’s hips, he could just…

No. No, he has to be mindful of Igsi’s body.

Igsi doesn’t seem to care as much as Airaq does, because he picks up the pace, until he’s bouncing on Airaq’s cock.

Airaq moans, harsh, low, and embarrassingly loud. He expects Igsi to tease him, or brag about how good he is, but when Airaq looks up at him, his eyes are closed and his mouth hanging open.

It goes straight to Airaq’s dick.

Withouth thinking, he grabs tighter onto Igsi’s hips, then pushes them down at the same time he thrusts up.

Both of them moan.

“God,” Igsi says out of breath, “do that again.”

Airaq complies.

Once, twice, three times, and more. No rhythm, just force, just to feel good, and fuck, it feels so good. How Igsi’s inside clenches around Airaq’s cock. He needs this. He needs this. He needs this. He-

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.” Igsi moans, loud and fast and desperate and suddenly he’s coming all over Airaq’s belly. That's enough for Airaq. He pushes Igsi down and cums too, inside of him, thrusting until he’s finished riding his orgasm.

They stay like that for a moment, both breathing heavily. Airaq’s hands still holding Igsi tight.

A couple minutes pass. Airaq starts wondering when Igsi will ruin the moment with a smartass quip.

“Are you gonna forget about this too?” There it is.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to. You really came into my house fully expecting we would hookup.”

“And I was right.”

“This time.”

“And the time before. Gotta say, I have a good track record so far.”

Airaq can’t argue with that.

Igsi leaves right after cleaning up and getting dressed, which Airaq doesn’t know how to feel about. On one hand, Kitaani is getting home in an hour and Airaq definitely doesn’t want her to see Igsi in the house. On the other hand… yes, this is just a casual hook up with a stranger from out of town, but it’s been two times now, is this gonna keep going? Airaq would be lying if he said he didn’t like the idea, and he’s definitely gonna still be thinking about this day for the rest of the week, maybe more. But he honestly can’t tell what’s going on in Igsi’s mind. Does he really only care about sex? Is Airaq really just another regular, non-holy person to him? Will he get bored eventually, then?

And even if he doesn’t, should Airaq be fraternizing with someone who seems to only want to antagonize the people of his town?

Airaq should say something.

“Igsi-”

“You know,” Igsi starts at the same time, “maybe next time we can meet at my place. It’s not as fancy as your house, but Lawrence leaves for longer periods of time. We could do…” he trails off, looking Airaq up and down, “more.”

Airaq blushes. Next time. 

He should really say something. This isn't right. Igsi's a foreigner. A human. Airaq takes a deep breath...

And the cigarette smell hits him.

“Sure.”

Igsi winks at him, then turns to open the door.

Kitaani is there.

“Welpgottagobye!” Igsi says in a rush, and in a rush he walks away, leaving the two polar bears alone.

Airaq feels the temperature of the room drop. And yet, his face is burning.

“Seriously?” Kitaani asks.

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep10 “My Pop's an Alien"

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: If Marty McFly had a nickel for every time he had to impersonate an alien in order to threaten someone into doing something, he'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

We begin with Doc watching alien movies on his giant screen TV.

He explains to us that you can't always believe what you see and mentions how many people were fooled into thinking aliens actually were invading. (A reference to the original War of the Worlds broadcast, most likely)

We move into the cartoon as Doc tells us about an "astronomical event" that caused similar panic in Hill Valley.

The town is excitedly preparing for the arrival of the Comet Kahooey. A shop has been set up to sell merch commemorating the event, and Jules and Verne have their eyes on a powerful telescope that they want to buy. Before they can make a decision, Marty comes into the store to tell the boys not to waste their money on anything because Doc's already invented equipment that will help them see the comet.

Biff comes in then, and when he learns the name of the comet, he completely flips out.

He then bursts through the store's window and runs through the town shouting that the aliens are coming back. Soon, he's got the entire town in an uproar. People are trying to flee town, news channels arrive on the scene, and mass hysteria is in full effect.

As Jules, Verne, and Marty try to figure out what's going on, they come across an old man who tells them that the same thing happened 25 years prior. "Busses ran late, spooky lights, weird noises," he explains, going on to say that the whole town became a "giant magnetic field."

When further questioned, the old man says that the only witness to the supposed "aliens" was Biff Tannen.

We return to Biff, who is riding through the town on a tractor while continuing to scream about the impending alien invasion. He veers off the road and comes upon a strange-looking contraption hidden around a farm.

Understandably, this does not help matters. Biff claims it's the same spaceship he had seen all those years ago. He hurries over to Doc's house and announces that he has two things to say to him, the first one being, "I'm returning your tractor because I wanna tie up loose ends considering we're all gonna be obliterated."

This is not the first time in the series that Biff has gone to Doc's to either borrow or return something, which is interesting to me for two reasons.

It's not like this is the changed "nice" version of Biff post-first movie. Cartoon Biff seemingly never underwent any sort of personality change and is every bit as mean and manipulative as original Biff was. Yet he and Doc seem to have an understanding of sorts in that they act pretty neighborly toward each other for the most part.

Biff evidently lives close enough that he can just pop by to borrow things, but Doc and his family live on a farm. Much of the area around them is farmland. Biff borrowing a tractor means he also lives on farmland. Very confused about the layout of Hill Valley then. This definitely isn't the Hill Valley from the movies.

Anyway, Biff goes on to tell Doc about the spaceship he found in the field, to which Doc casually replies, "Yes, that's where I keep it." He fails to further elaborate, which leads Biff to assume that Doc is admitting to being an alien. Biff has a great response.

Later that night, the National Guard, police officers, guys from the VFW, and local Boy Scout troops armed with cannons surround the Brown residence, prepared to confront the alien hiding inside. Marty, Jules, and Verne come upon all the commotion and learn that Doc is at risk of being "blown to smithereens."

It does not help his case when Doc emerges from the house surrounded by a blinding white light and wearing a strange-looking helmet on his head.

Jules proposes that the best way to get this whole thing solved is by traveling back to 1967 when the first "alien" sighting occurred. The boys all rush off to the DeLorean.

After arriving in the past, they quickly discover that the old man they had spoken to was right; they hear weird noises in the sky, and the whole town does appear to have been mysteriously magnetized. The harmonica Marty has with him causes him to be pulled through the streets by the magnetic force.

Btw, this is the third time the show has brought up the fact that Marty carries around and likes to play the harmonica (he's good at it, too!). I really like that and am going to incorporate it into my Marty Headcanons.

We soon see Biff, who is out driving. After nearly running Marty and the boys over, Biff comes upon and crashes right into the spacecraft. The "alien" gets out to greet him, but with all the light behind the ship, Biff can't see who it is.

After he quickly takes off and flees the scene, we get a good look at the alien. It's our good buddy Doc.

When Marty, Jules, and Verne come upon Doc and the ship, they're all a little confused. Marty thinks that maybe Doc has actually been an alien all this time. Jules says it would explain his father's very high intelligence and knowledge about space and time travel. Verne thinks it's really neat to possibly be part alien.

We also see Alien!Doc running off toward the mansion.

This does not make any sense since this is the year 1967, and Doc's mansion burned down in 1962. But many things in this cartoon don't make any sense.

The guys collectively agree that, alien or not, they need to protect Doc from the authorities who are for sure going to come looking for him. Marty suggests they try to move the spaceship somewhere else to hide it, and they scramble inside just before Doc returns. The ship takes off into the night sky, and Verne soon emerges from his hiding spot to make his presence known. A panicked Doc wants to know how a bunch of kids snuck onto his ship, and Marty (who had only moments earlier been talking about how they had to protect Doc) immediately loses his cool.

Doc is baffled at all of this and goes on to clarify that he's not an alien. We get a very silly joke from Marty in return.

Hahaha...ha.

When Doc responds with, "Who??", Verne says that if he was REALLY from Earth, he'd know who Michael J. Fox is. Jules helpfully points out that they're in the year 1967.

So, yeah, MJF canonically exists as a movie star in the BTTF Cartoon Universe, I guess. And we also know that Back to the Future exists in this universe as well, since it can be seen displayed at the movie theater in at least two episodes. Although, who's to say that BTTF in the Cartoon Universe is anything like the actual movie. It probably isn't. But maybe MJF is in their universe's version of it? Hmm. Much to think about.

Moving on! Doc explains that his spaceship creates a reverse-magnetic charge as it runs, which is why things were magnetized. And, I mean...that's a pretty big deal, Doc. Metal things were just flying through the air down there on Earth. Maybe you should have thought of that? But, anyway, Doc just wanted to see the comet without all the light pollution. And his bizarre alien clothes is just a self-cooling suit to help with all the peddling he has to do to keep the device in the air.

When the chain on the bike that powers the craft starts squeaking, Marty tries to help by putting some oil on it. Except he grabs the wrong bottle and uses an acid that immediately eats through the chain. The ship starts plummeting to the ground. Way to go, Marty. Thankfully, everyone is fine (they land in a little pond) and Doc isn't upset that his invention has been destroyed. He basically just goes, "Enjoy the comet, boys. See ya!" and walks off into the night.

Marty says that they still need to find a way to keep future Doc safe from the police when the comet returns in their present day. He comes up with a plan, but it doesn't appear that Verne is listening. When Marty asks what's wrong, Verne says, "You do sorta look like that J. Michael Fox guy..."

Using some beekeeper suits that Doc conveniently had in the DeLorean, Marty and the boys go and give Biff Tannen a little scare.

They announce that they've come to take Biff with them, to which Jules explains that they "wish to study the least intelligent creature on Earth."

I love Jules.

Biff begs and pleads to be let go, which Marty agrees to do on the condition that Biff NEVER mentions their visit to anyone. And, in 25 years, he isn't allowed to go to the authorities for any matter surrounding aliens. Biff promises, and they let him go. The boys return to the present and find everything normal.

Doc is working on his new telescope hat and is happy to show his sons and Marty. He begins to tell them that he once had a flying observatory, but it had vanished from its hiding spot years back. Verne suggests he go check the swamp (where they had all crashed) and Doc is shocked to find the vehicle there. After going inside, he finds the broken chain and gets a troubling memory.

"As I recall, a youngster by the name of Michael J. something-or-other caused this chain to snap."

Marty quickly distracts Doc with an offer to go into town and buy a new chain, then runs off with Jules and Verne in tow.

side note: Marty tells them to follow him by saying, "Come on, punks," and I must say that I really like the familiar, teasing, big-brotherly way that Marty talks to them. He's at other points referred to Jules and Verne as "punks," "squirts," "runts," etc, and idk. I think it's sweet. He says it with all the affection of an older sibling who has to look after his two younger brothers.

As we end the episode and return to Real Doc, he opens with a joke that I simply must include a full clip of because he cracks himself up with it, and I love the laugh he does.

Also, yes, he tricked us with a Fake Doc. He says he takes it along when he goes to the movies and puts it in his seat when he goes to get more popcorn, so that nobody takes his spot while he's gone.

This is a completely normal man.

Join me next time as the series continues to make perplexing decisions and makes Doc a wrestler in the early 1950s.

[dyradoodles]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤

ONLY FIVE oh no LMAO To be honest I really love rereading my own stuff (it’s tailored to all my hyper-specific interests, after all! 🤣), so just picking 5 is hard, but I’ll try.

Redux Hero (FF7, Zack & Sephiroth, M) for sure! It’s a rewrite of the first fic I ever published online, and this time I finished it lmao FF7 has been such a big part of my life, so getting to be super indulgent with my headcanons in a big adventure story with my all-time favorite characters was such a joy to write. Plus I ended up with absolutely wonderful people hyping me up while I was working on it! And it helped me with processing some of my own personal shit. I could write a whole other book about how happy writing this one made me lol

Poster Boy (FF7, Zack/Seph or Zack & Seph, G) - This was my first Seph & Zack fic where I really felt like they matched my headcanon versions of them, to the point that if I’m having a bit of trouble with new fics, I like to reread this one to kinda get back into the right mindset. Like a voice actor having a key phrase to get into character, I guess lol Plus it’s just short and cute, so it’s a nice, quick, pick me up if I’m having a rough time writing.

What Lies Beyond the Lily of the Valley (FF7, Zack & Seph, T) - this one is close to my heart, since it acts as somewhat of an homage to the old FF7 fics I used to read as a kid Namely, “Lily Valley” by LuckyLadybug. That fic (and a lot of her other fics tbh!) really inspired a huge, huge love of Sephiroth and Zack just going on missions together. No big catastrophic, world-ending threat; just the job. Being friends. Uncovering horrible secrets and organizations that aren't Shinra. Or, as is the case with my fic, the two of them uncovering a whole undiscovered realm that, by the end of, they want absolutely nothing to do with LOL I had so much fun with the fae shenanigans. 

FFS, I Believe in You (Breath of the Wild, Sidlink, T) - MY FIRST FINISHED FANFIC LOL and also just the goofiest thing from start to finish (minus the Angst, there is definitely also Angst). I feel like this one really helped me learn how to make notes and actually construct a whole multichapter. It also forced me to learn how to write in iambic pentameter, which. Is that useful? Idk. Is it funny to me personally? Extremely so, yes. I didn’t really participate much in fandom before this fic, so it also ended up being an amazing opportunity to meet some incredible people, and coaxed me out of my lurker shell a bit lol (Also I don’t think I’ll ever beat this one in kudos, with any other story, which is just gonna make me laugh forever because SHAKESPEAREAN LIZALFOS??? THAT’S the most popular one I’ve written?? Understandable, I wouldn’t have it any other way LMAO)

Out of My Head (Venom (Marvel Comics), SymbiOT3, M) - I really let loose with this one and ended up using a lot of writing techniques that I still use in my writing today. Most especially, not feeling guilty about shorter chapters lol It’s at the top of my list for revisiting if I can ever get my brain to fixate on Venom again, because dammit I had two other arcs planned aaaaaaaaAAAAA— hopefully someday. RH did get a rewrite after uh, 9 years, after all;;;;;;;

This was fun, thank you Holly!! 

(also meant to add: my favorite thing about All the fics I've written to date is all the awesome friends I've made through them 💖 it's so cool to me how writing silly stories about my blorbos has helped me meet some of my favorite people ever)