#gotta give it to ghost I ADORE that song

[aoioozora]

Romantically sharing a bed with the Ghosts

I wrote a platonic version, and so, why not a romantic version? Enjoy the fluff ;))

Logan Walker:

Once the two of you are alone and it's only one bed, you can bet he'll drop all his stuff and tackle you into the bed

He's tired, but has enough energy to tackle you

"Hey!" you exclaim, giggling, and he just stuffs his face in your chest, happily hugging you

Holds you like a koala and doesn't let go

He doesn't let you change into comfortable clothes, and neither does he change; he's already asleep

You just smile and run your hand through his hair before falling asleep yourself.

David 'Hesh' Walker:

Gets in bed first and opens his arms to you

"Come here." He doesn't have to say it twice. You're already crawling in bed and laying your head on his chest

He puts his arms around you and gives you a squeeze.

As you fall asleep, you can hear him softly singing a song and rubbing his thumb on your cheek

He is warm and cozy like a hot chocolate on a cold wintry day, you feel so safe with him

He gives you a kiss on your forehead <3

Thomas Merrick:

He's used to sleeping alone, and so sharing a bed with you is always a pleasure

He sees you laying on the bed, and he carefully gets in.

"Hey Tommy," you giggle when you see him and you open your arms out for him to come closer. He rolls his eyes. "Don't call me that," he says, but moves closer to you.

He wraps his burly arm around you and pulls you close, careful not to put his weight on top of you and accidentally crush you in the process

He rubs your back and your hair to lull you to sleep.

You gratefully give him a peck on his lips and you hear him shyly grumble

Keegan Russ:

"Why are you so far away? Come closer," he demands. Clingy man. He doesn't like being even 2 meters away from you.

If you don't close the gap, he will.

He'll spoon you and bury his face in your neck, giving it a couple kisses before falling asleep in your hair.

At some point at night, he will put his leg over your hip

You gotta be careful not to let him crush you under his weight

Kick:

Normally a bit frisky but when he's dead tired, he's just adorable

"Sleeeepy," he whines and then proceeds to get tangled up in bed with you

Has you in a vice grip like he's a cobra around a mouse and you have to beg him to loosen up so you can breathe

Holds you like you're a body pillow

Will drool over you so be careful lol

Alex 'Ajax' Johnson:

He has you sleeping on top of him, wanting you to use him as your personal bed

He loves having your weight on top of him

He gets to hug you like you're his teddy bear

If he does need to switch positions after some time, he'll make sure to move you very gently so as to not wake you up

When he sees you fall asleep, he has to fight off his cuteness aggression and his urge to punch a wall to feel manly again because of how cute you look asleep

Elias 'Scarecrow' Walker:

Elias likes to have his face in your chest (Logan has to get it from somewhere), arms around your waist, and your legs around his hips.

Halfway through the night, he'll make sure it's your turn to lay on his chest.

Loves to rub your back, your shoulders, run his fingers through your hair-- just loves giving you gentle massages. It's soothing to you and to him.

You can be sure you'll find his hand under your shirt, rubbing your bare back and your waist. He likes some skin-to-skin.

He's your personal whisper ASMRtist. Expect sweet nothings and him grumbling a quiet "good girl"

BONUS - Gabriel Rorke:

Cannot keep his hands off you once you two are in bed.

He'll pull you to his chest and have his arm around you, rubbing your arm and your shoulder

If you can't sleep, he'll begin to talk to you in excruciating detail about some science or military related topic until it bored you to sleep

He's a chill cuddler, not too clingy, but just enough to let you know he loves and wants physical closeness with you

When you're asleep, he'll gaze at you admiringly like you're a work of art and then give you a tender kiss, either on your forehead or your cheek

[snazzilystoopid]

What it's like to date Cole Brookstone

The dragons rising trailer gave me Cole fever 😭😭 so yk I just gotta do a Cole post to appreciate this lego man's existence

Enjoy this yall heheh

Starting off strong: texting. The guy will spam you if you don't answer within 5 minutes

He's always worrying if something bad had happened to you 😭

He's also a ninja (obviously) so he's gonna be busy most of the time

That doesn't mean he doesn't make time for you though heheh

Before he'd leave for a mission he'd send you a sweet message, or leave small pouch of your favourite sweets for you

For your 3 month anniversary, he got you a pair of headphones

They're extra special bc they match with his <3

He sends you gym pics. Ok? He just does.

Mainly because he knows on the other side of that screen you're a blushing mess

Sometimes Cole will just walk around you shirtless to tease you, because he knows you're always gonna be staring

If you can bake, this man will BEG you to make cakes.

If you can't, you at least try. He'll always eat them, even if they are a little burnt

Its the thought that counts though, right?

His love language is touch, so you guys cuddle often

If cuddling isn't really your thing, that's okay! He'll settle for always holding your hand

When it comes to kissing however, hes so passionate that you usually have to lean on something, like a wall or a table 😭

When things get a little steamy he'll definitely be hoisting you up and wrapping his arms around you

(HELP WHY AM I GRINNING WHILE WRITING THIS AHAHAHAHSHS)

Your dates usually consist of desert places, picnics, and CD/Vinyl records shopping

He love love loves music so whenever you tag along with him to these shops he loves it, and also really appreciates the company

Sometimes you both put in one ear each of Cole's earphones and just lie on his bed together listening to music

Its so therapeutic for both of you

He tried to teach you how to play the drums a few times, but you're horrible at it, sorry ���

(Unless you can acc play the drums ofc)

When you met Lou, he told you a bunch of funny stories about his dance lessons as a kid

Cole gets so annoyed whenever he does this but you think its cute <333

Lou would also go on to tell you how much Lily would've loved you

It felt a little uncomfortable talking about his mother, because you know how much of a sensitive subject it is for him

But Cole did agree, you reminded him a little of his mother

In truth, Lou sees himself and Lily in you and Cole

Although he denies it, Cole loves it when you trace his scars

Especially the ghost scar on his forehead

Also loves it when you trace his jaw

Whenever you randomly do, I promise this guy WILL just melt right there

Since his hair is really long, you're always trying out random hairstyles on him

He always protests, but he really does love it hehe

The man is such a tease, sometimes he'll swoop down to capture your lips in a kiss, only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth instead

Other times (when you're alone ofc,) Cole trails kisses down your neck and just randomly stops, and you always complain

He finds you so adorable when you're complaining 😭

He has a passion for singing, but will never sing in front of anyone apart from you

Most of the time, whenever he sings to you its a love song that both of you like 🥰

He's usually a pretty chill boyfriend, and doesn't normally get jealous

But on the very rare occasion that he does, he won't show it

Instead he'll get all pouty and whenever you ask what's wrong, his only response is to pull you into a hug

He'll most likely feel a little self-conscious and wonder if you're becoming uninterested in him

DONT give Cole a reason to feel sad. Do not. 😒

Anyways

He didn't tell the ninja he had a partner until Jay and Nya spotted you two in a vinyl records store holding hands

They interrogated the poor thing for like 3 hours when he got back

But once they all met you they really liked you!

Kai and Jay subjected you to more embarrassing Cole stories, which the earth ninja was NOT happy about

He prefers to spend time with you alone, away from other people

He vents to you a lot of the time and tells you about his struggles and his feelings

Hes actually really open with you, but he never pressures you to tell him anything

He wants to be able to earn your trust <3

(Sorry for any typos!!)

That is all ! I hope you guys enjoyed this little hc post 🤭 stay tuned for more !!

[pixeechix21]

Gentle loving

It’s that time of the month when the mania of ovulation has passed and you just need a hug. This is v. self-indulgent but it's so sweet and gentle.

How Simon, Konig, and soap would show their gentle loving:

Simon Ghost Riley seems hard and tough on the outside but there’s something about him, says that he melts at your gentleness. Like he might give you messages- not necessarily in a sexual way but like in a gentle loving way- as you're laying in the bath. You between his legs, sitting on his dick so that you act like a cock warmer grinding slowly at your leisure. The lights are dimmed and sweet smelling candles are lit so that you can read aloud the book you've reading. Ghost is just sitting there, relaxing bathing in the warmth of the water and your love for him.

Konig would be so sweet in making you your favorite dinner. Setting up your dining table with a rose in a small vase, and a candle lit in a wine bottle, that he DIYed earlier. You enter the apartment and he just comes out of the kitchen wearing your strawberry floral apron, welcoming you with a bear hug before you’re even able to take off your shoes, he gets on his knees to take off your shoes. Then after dinner, he puts on your favorite movie and you’re burritoed between blankets and his huge body just encasing you warmly, whispering how lucky he is to have you, and that you look gorgeous, maybe his hand slips down to palm you gently so that you purr into his ears.

Jonny Soap Mactavish loves seeing you laugh, your smile is his favorite thing in the world so he’d try to do whatever he can to cheer you up. Like earlier he saw an ad for a spin-off of Romeo and Juliet, your favorite play, and bought tickets to go see it. Then he’d take you to the best ice cream place on the way home. On the way home he stops at the most beautiful spot in front of the ocean, and you watch the sunset on the back of his truck. Wearing his oversized jacket he adores the look of you. And you end up making out under the stars as the radio plays old 80s love songs.

I'll add the others but you gotta give me a minute I have no thoughts going through my brain as it isxox

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

“running home to your sweet nothings”

A Gwen oneshot

this was written while listening to this song :3

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Pairing: Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman/Ghost Spider) x fem!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Use of Y/N (just once), use of pet names (buttercup, sweets, sweetheart, darling), the rest is just fluffy stuff! :D

A/N: My first time writing for Gwen! <3

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It had been a relatively quiet evening for you. A glance at the clock on your bedside table told you that it was just past 11 in the night.

You lay sprawled on your bed, reading a book and occasionally checking your phone to see if you had any new texts. You had a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches on your beside table, along with a cup of hot cocoa with three marshmallows bobbing along the surface, but you weren’t hungry just then.

No sooner had you started wondering whether you should attempt to go to sleep than a familiar click diverted your attention to the window.

You were on your feet in record time as you saw the masked figure of Spider-Woman somersault gracefully into your room. She had just about stuck the landing when she tripped over her feet, landing in a heap with a small, disgruntled groan.

“You‘ve gotta start giving me a little more of a warning when you do that falling-through-my-window thing,” You scolded her, being careful to keep your voice low so as to not disturb your sleeping parents in the next room as you knelt to wrap her in a hug. “You okay? Need me to patch you up?”

Gwen shook her head, allowing you to hook your fingers under the fabric of her mask and pull it off. “I’m fine, buttercup. Just really, really tired.” She buried her face in your neck, a few strands of her hair tickling the underside of your jaw as you looped your arms around her to rub soothing circles into the tense muscles of her back.

“Did you eat anything?” She shook her head no again and you breathed out disapprovingly through your nose. “Well, we need to fix that. Have my grilled cheese.”

You pressed a finger to her lips the moment you saw her pull away, preparing to protest. “Nope. You’re eating the sandwich and that’s final. Come on, lie down, sweetheart. You need to rest now.”

You gently scooped her into your arms, carrying her princess-style and dropping her quite gracelessly onto the bed before reaching over to the plate of grilled cheese sandwiches on your bedside table as well as the still-warm cup of hot chocolate.

You sat next to her, wrapping a blanket around both of your shoulders. “You’re shivering, sweets. Want me to get you a sweater?”

Gwen gave you a big smile, resting her head on your shoulder. “I’m good, thanks. Besides, you being here is enough to warm me up any day. It’s because you’re so sizzling hot, darling~”

She gave you a playful little wink, a quiet giggle bubbling in her throat that was so adorable it brought a smile to your face instantly. “Damn right I am,” You agreed, leaning over to steal a bite of the sandwich she was holding in her hand. “Now finish eating so we can cuddle. I missed you.”

“You’re like a needy little puppy,” Gwen gave you a shit-eating grin, pretending to shake her head disapprovingly but leaning over to kiss your cheek. “Always looking for attention. That’s one of the things I love most about you.”

“My little charm-talker, making an appearance again. Eat your sandwich before I do.” You gently nudged her cheek with your nose, watching her cram the whole thing in her mouth in one go and hold up her hands to show you that she had finished. “Good grief, Gwen. When I said I’d eat it I didn’t actually mean it! It’s not going anywhere. You’re going to choke.”

“No ‘m not,” She spoke with her mouth full, managing to swallow all of the sandwich without gagging. “See? Told you. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. I can take care of stuff so well, it’s scary. You should be scared of me.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, nestled so cozily against your side underneath the blanket like a puppy seeking warmth. “Sure, sweetheart. I believe you.”

“I am!” She protested, reaching over to tap the tip of your nose. Her expression turned more serious, her smile fading as she opened her mouth to ask something else. “Can I sleep here? Please?”

Your lips parted slightly as you glanced toward your closed bedroom door. Though one look at her told you that she was completely exhausted and stressed, maybe a few minutes away from just passing out there itself, and it warmed your heart that she felt so safe around you.

“Of course you can, Gwen. I’ll get you some sweatpants and a sweater, okay?”

Gwen nodded, relief and gratitude evident in her eyes. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll be right back, I gotta go put the plate away. But first, take your clothes.” You lightly kissed the top of her head before moving off the bed to get her a fresh set of clothes. You had a drawer in your closet dedicated to her own spare clothes for whenever she crashed at your place after a long day of being Spider-Woman, which happened a lot more often than not. You chucked a pair of grey sweatpants and a fuzzy nightshirt at her, taking the plate and mug and going to the kitchen.

You returned to see Gwen - dressed in the fresh set of clothes - curled under your duvet covers like a tiny kitten, eyes half-closed with how tired she was. Still, she perked up the moment she heard you come in and close the door behind you. “Hang on, is that my hoodie?”

You glanced down in surprise and yes, she was right. “It’s comfy,” You defended yourself, giving her a sheepish smile as you tucked yourself beside her under the covers. “And it smells like your perfume.”

“It looks better on you, buttercup,” She murmured softly, opening her arms for a hug. You instinctively reached forward to pull her against your chest, her head finding its familiar place in the space between your neck and shoulder while her arms slotted under yours to wrap around you and meet at your back. You traced gentle patterns along the nape of her neck, drawing little invisible stars and hearts around the scars, birthmarks and bruises that was scattered on her skin.

“Sleep, Gwen. You need it.”

She gave a soft, incomprehensible mumble of affirmation, her eyelashes fluttering shut. After a few minutes her breathing evened out, her side rising and falling steadily, and you assumed she had fallen asleep. You shut your eyes too, gratefully basking in the peaceful quality time you got to spend with her right now, enjoying it as much as you could since times like these were rarities.

“Y/N… have you ever thought about the fact that bean bags are basically boneless sofas?”

“Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy, go to sleep right now or so help me...”

“Okay, okay. Good night, sweetheart.”

“…Wait, oh my goodness, you’re right”

“Right?!”

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[totaldramafan-lauri]

Short Ghostf**kers first impressions

-I say this as a Moxxie fan.....it is cool to see Millie go on a job without him. I think it helps her character, and will silence more of her haters. I've always said this about Millie - she's not flat, she just needs more focus episodes. Here's another one. Thank goooooood.

-Millie and Blitzo's backstory is surprisingly heartwarming? Here I thought that it'd just end at "I like your spunk", but the fact that he taught her to be more than she thought she was capable of.....it's really sweet. I never knew that about Millie, that she used to think so lowly of herself, but seeing how imps tend to be treated outside of Wrath, it makes SENSE, and.....It really goes to show how I.M.P being an imp-run business in Pride is so unusual! The fact that Millie met Moxxie through Blitzo is extra sweet. Aaaaaand, admittedly, it does also explain more why he tends to, uh.....n-not take their romance very well. He met them before they hooked up. Then they hooked up...while working for him.....Yyyyyyeah, knowing Blitzo, he probably had some feelings about that....

-The fact that Moxxie fell first and probably simped for a while is adorable, and it's just another way I relate to him. XD We both love powerful women

-F for the "Millie was Loona's babysitter" headcanons, tho.

-Now we have the full "first meeting with Blitzo" flashback collection! Yaaaayyyy! Gotta catch 'em all!

-Ghosts being really "infestor demons" is....interesting worldbuilding? But....why are they so much more powerful? All the powers this guy had are CRAZY. Are they only able to be that powerful on Earth? Are they another kind of demon who can freely go to Earth? So many questions.....

-I know it was only played for laughs, but what Blitzo did with M&M's money really bothered me and I hope he fixes that, cuz....yeah, no. Thankfully, he makes up for that in the same scene where he flat-out admits that he and Stolas were never really......dating. He's not in denial about things, which is good.

-That scene with Tilla huuuuurt! Why is THAT how we first see her face!? Uggggghhhhh!!

-I WOULD be annoyed at Blitzo in the first half of the episode, but wanting to go out and have fun after what he's been through....I-I mean, it's understandable, right? I don't think either he or Millie are at fault here. Good conflict.

-I like Millie's role as the "straight woman" of I.M.P as the one who's got her crap together and doesn't have any trauma, but adding this new layer of "grew up thinking she wouldn't amount to much" is a pretty good way of giving her another dimension. Again, I already liked her before. XD

-Millie having trust in Blitzo and not believing the infestor's (don't remember his name) words, then punching him saying "Blitzo can take this" is freaking AWESOME, she's so cool

-Heck yeah with Blitzo implying he's done stalking M&M, and heck yeah to him learning the importance of platonic friendships!! Now Stolas has to learn the same thing.....Stolas has never had the CHANCE to have real friends....Having friends to talk to can really help you, and he's been denied that cuz of his lifestyle, which is why he comes across as unintentionally insensitive sometimes and why he hates himself and uggghhhh, hug the bird, hug the bird but also knock a lil bit of sense into him first cuz both sides need it but HUG THE BIRD

-Didn't really laugh all that much. The humor in this episode was too over-the-top and most of it was just one joke (wanting to be screwed by a ghost) that I didn't really find that funny. I DID, however, laugh at the Scooby Doo door chase parody. XD

-Oh, and the songs were.....there, I guess

-Overall, a good and VERY NEEDED episode, 8/10, Apology Tour was better tho

[fanaticsnail]

Oh god this, okay so, okay so this is obviously related to @feral-artistry s last buggy picture which I will absolutely swoon over even more tomorrow but it just gotta get this out because rose its going to haunt me but I don’t want to just drop mini fic in their inbox even though I’m INSPIRED so uh ADFSDG:

Working at the Crossguild as some sort of servant and getting a call from Crocodile on the in house Denden to “Collect that fool and escort him to his quarters.” You obviously have put two and two together and rightfully assumed the clown was drunk of his rockers, what you didn’t guess was that he also would be just lounging around in his birthday suit. Mihawk at least threw a scarf on there for your sake but makes it clear you’re still supposed to bring Buggy back to his room. “Where… uh where are his clothes?” And Crocodile shrugs and Mihawk just responds with “Not the faintest idea.”

So the most awkward walk of shame starts because you desperately try to wrap the piece of cloth around Buggy’s hips like a skirt or loincloth but he’s a wriggly fucker when he’s drunk, giggling and letting himself fall back on the couch with a “WHEEEE!” Before cackling, laughing, trying to break into song every now and then. The other two men make no effort to help. You could swear Crocodile is holding back a grin. Like he knows. Like he knows that you have a hard time being so close to Buggy with him being so touchy. Like the man you hold a fair share of not strictly platonic or professional feelings for being buck naked and you desperately trying not to look, to give him some decency, is the most entertaining show he’s seen in a while.

You finally manage to get him up and hang half walk,half drag, half carry parts of him back to his room. Buggy is still giggly and affectionate. “Fa-Fa-Fuuuaaaa-Fank you deah. You a, You a real peach.“ he looks up from the spot where he’s leaning against your shoulder and detaches his head to give you an uncoordinated kiss on the cheek. Your face flames up.

You FINALLY get this poor idiot to bed, which he flops onto like a dead fish. You turn to leave when you feel his hand tug at your sleeve. „Wh-Why donchu stay hea? I gotta…I gotta biiiiag nice bed fo tu and-„ „Sir. Sir you’re drunk.“ He pouts „I-I like you when I’m sober too.“ „I like you too sir but-„ „Den why- Den why- Ahhh. AHHHH. I see.“ he pokes your nose and wags his finger in a tsk-tsk motion. „S because you a good pesson. N you, N you see me n say „He’s nut-He’s nut able to make…Consent…he’s….heeeeees-“ uuuughhg.“ his head hits the pillow again. „You shooo good. How did you get so beautiful n good?“ You gently reattach his hand to his wrist again. „I’m- I’m still gonna- still gonna like you -s-sober.“ he repeats, right before he drifts of to sleep.

You close the door and your hand ghosts over your cheek where he kissed you. You hope he was telling the truth.

For the love of "all that was and is, and is to come," creators ADORE when you drop in their inboxes. @feral-artistry would not mind, would you dear? 👀

Her Buggy art is just amazing. The hook, the hook, the hook. Every time the hook the hook the hooooook.

My gosh, look at you coming in with full prose, anon!! Mini fic drabble of assisting the cross-guild as their errand person is my absolute favourite.

Stumbly, jumbly clown man falling apart and stuttering is way too funny. Detached head cheek kisses with breath smelling of stagnant booze? Yes. I love a man.

[neatandniffty]

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄!

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse!

Haunted- Laura Les: Yeah, do you think it's cute that I'm so fucking stupid? Tell me that it is cause I'm tired of being useless. I've been up for three days, everything is haunted. Everybody's evil and there's bugs inside the carpet.

Kerosene- Crystal Castles: Light of God dimming weak. Nothing's wrong, go back to sleep. Lost the will at infancy. Drown them in clarity. Lend them comfort for sorrow. Enthusiasm they borrow. I can clean impurity, wash away with kerosene.

Hayloft II- Mother Mother: An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg. A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak. She really didn't wanna make it messy. She really, really didn't but the girl's gone cray. She's not a bad kid, she's not a bad kid. But she had to do it.

EVIL- Melanie Martinez: That's for all the piss that you left me in. See, the horns on my head, they're from goddesses. Goddesses, on God. No, I never knew what it meant. What it meant to be content with you. Said it's all in my head, whenever I spoke my truth. This time I refuse. If you bite my hand again. I will never feed you, you can call me evil. Take it to the grave if you wanna play pretend. I won't be mistreated, please call me conceited. Took me way to long to put this to bed. Loving you was lethal, guess that makes me evil.

Primadonna Girl- MARINA: You say that I'm kind of difficult. But it's always someone else's fault. Got you wrapped around my finger, babe. You can count on me to misbehave. Primadonna girl. Would you do anything for me? Buy a big diamond ring for me? Would you get down on your knees for me? Pop that pretty question, right now baby. Beauty queen on a silver screen. Livin' life like I'm in a dream. I know I've got a big ego. I really don't know why it's such a big deal though. And I;m sad to the core, core, core. Every day is a chore, chore, chore. When you give, I want more, more, more. I wanna be adored.

Crush- Tessa Violet: I can't focus on what needs to get done. I'm on notice, hoping that you don't run. You think I'm tepid but I'm misdiagnosed. 'Cause I'm a stalker, I've seen all of your posts. I'm just tryna play it cool now. But that's not what I wanna do now. I been thinking 'bout your touch, touch, touch, touch, touch. I could be your crush, crush, crush, crush, crush.

Money Machine- 100 gecs: Hey. you little piss baby. You think you're so cool? Huh? You think you're so fucking tough? You talk a lotta big game for someone with such a small truck. Aw, look at those arms. Your arms look so fucking cute. They look like little cigarettes. I bet I could smoke you, I could roast you. And then you'd love it and you'd text me, "I love you." And then I'd fucking ghost you. With big boys coming with the big stuff.

Nightmare- Halsey: I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life. I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind. And I realize. I've tasted blood and it is sweet. I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet. I've trusted lies and I've trusted men, Broke down and put myself back together again. Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters. Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger. Come on little lady, give us a smile. No, I ain't got nothing to smile about. I got no one to smile for, I waited a while for. A moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing.

Nowhere to Run- Stegosaurus Rex: You're gunna die, I'm gunna kill you. You're gunna die, I'm gunna kill you. You're gunna die, I'm gunna kill you. Out of ideas, nowhere to run. Looking right down, the barrel of a gun. And so I dream, voices in my head. Delusions mock me, my best friend is dead. I feel no guilt, but I shed a tear. I see your dead body with the blood all smeared.

Hide and Seek- Lizz Robinett: Ding dong, I know you can hear me. Open up the door. I only want to play a little. Ding dong, you can't keep me waiting. It's already too late. For you to try and run away. I see you through the window. Our eyes are locked together. I can sense your horror. Though I'd like to see it closer. Ding dong pay the consequence.

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[trashlama]

Maybe hcs on yandere rise Donnie in a romantic way who falls for big mama assistant who praises his work ~ 

Donnie knows it’s wrong , but as Mikey always says the heart wants what it wants 

Which leaves to Leo and Raph to kindly tell him he’s being rash , ridiculous, not thinking clearly she’s working for the enemy, she gonna end up using you . 

Donnie doesn’t care tho , doesn’t he deserve to be happy , rewarded for saving New York , the world countless of times ! 

Reader better prepared herself there’s a storm coming , one she not prepared for ~ 😈

Donatello x Big Mama Assistant Reader? I gotcha ya'

At this point in the game Donatello is pretty used to people trying to take advantage of him. Purple Dragons, Big Mama, Master Splinter— basically anyone who throws the dude a compliment because they want to take advantage of him for his tech.

He's weak for that ✨praise✨

Despite being a genius intellectually, emotionally Donatello is easily manipulated into doing things. Like with the Purple Dragons and Master Splinter Donnie is eager to impress those he wants respect/praise from. Believing that if he gives/shows them how great he— his tech is they'll stay. They'll need him. Even if it's not exactly for him. As we find out in Donnie vs. Witch Town.

Praise is Donnie's form of reassurance that he is valued. Needed. To him aside from his tech he believes he doesn't bring anything to the team.

Soooo Donnie crushing hard for one of Big Mama's assistants because they compliment him? Sure I can see that.

Especially if you're literally just feeding his ego so you can retrieve some Intel for Big Mama to use against the Mad Dog's/or to her own personal advantage. Though I guess what you gotta be careful about is what happens when you ghost a turtle who is obsessed with you? Well you might just need to find out.

Sorry if it's a little OOC-ish, I rewrote this like ten times, initially with just head cannons, and then a one shot draft(several). Buuutt I kinda hated all of them sooo I posted the one I liked the most.

Probably should've re-read this more but I got work in the morning...

This takes places some months after the movie. Also check out the author's notes at the end for more!

I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Fuck maybe Raph and Leo were right....

This might've been a bad idea...

Donatello was a prideful turtle. He didn't like admitting when he was wrong but, in this case scenario standing here under the beating lamps of Big Mama's Battle Nexus arena ten rounds into a seemingly endless fight. Donatello was starting to have second thoughts about his choice of just strolling up to the New Grand Nexus Hotel and negotiating with Big Mama. Somehow he should've anticipated this outcome. The jorogumo is notorious for adding twists to her deals. Especially when it came to her Battle Nexus. Nothing is as it seems with that british demon lady.

However somehow despite every rational bone screaming in his body to call off this arrangement, the possessive creature caged between his ribs refused. It wanted You. Donatello wanted You. The Yuki-Onna who strolled into the mutant's life all those months ago and infected his brain with your spoonfuls of honey coated poison.

The yokai who sang songs of praise and adoration that hypnotized the purple coded Hamato. Transfixed Donnie gave it all. Anything you asked for. It was yours, just don't abandon him.

Immediately Raph and Leo were on his case about the matter. Preaching about how he was just going to get used and dumped to the curb.

Mikey wouldn't say anything.

Donatello knew Mikey wanted to defend his brother's blossoming interest in love but, in those warm grey eyes it reflected back the youngest Hamato's inability to support this. It wasn't healthy. Donatello didn't need Doctor Feelings to tell him such. But he didn't care. Not until out of the blue you start ghosting the softshell. Long story short— he's devastated. 

All together your calls, messages, surprise visits stopped. For weeks there wasn't a sign from you and the lack of (Y/n) time was causing Donnie to go through remission. Like a junkie without a fix the softshell was losing his mind. Everywhere he searched at all hours. Day, night, anytime that his brothers weren't there to stop him from pursuing you. During your extended absence both his father and siblings would go on about how this was a good thing for him. Meanwhile Donatello felt like his world was falling to pieces. Patience chipped away every day he couldn't find you. Before the techno turtle knew it, half a month had passed and he found himself standing in the New Grand Nexus Hotel lobby requesting a meeting with Big Mama.

That's why he was here. To get you back. This is your fault that he's this way. Donatello was just a man of science before you came along and muddled up his rational brain. Now the purple clad Hamato was gonna make sure that you pay for it.

Standing tall once more the sound of the crowd and the stadium's intercom speaking finally broke through the ringing that was leftover from the previous match. Allowing the mutant genius to finally tune into Big Mama's message that was being broadcasted.

"—Ahhh my good patrons~ For our last-aroo match of the tourna-warna-ment we have a special guest star instead of the champion we had originally set.... Give her a warm welcome back everyone! (Y/n), The Snow-woman!~ " the eight-legged Battle Nexus owner announced cheerfully. The projection was cut not a moment later and presented on the opposite side of the arena before the Mad Dog was you.

The (h/c) woman looked just the way she did the day the yokai had sang goodbye for the last time. Pressed white kimono and cold (e/c) eyes. Not sparing a single look to the commotion from the crowd behind her. That deadly gaze was locked on him. Beautiful.

Had not been for the agreement that Donatello had struck up with the British spider demon Donatello would've just stolen you away right then and there.

Like the fog they pumped in for your dramatic grand entrance you glided down the champion runway. Not at all inhibited by the fickle geta you used to complain about. Time slowing down for Donatello the closer you crept towards the ring.

Once locked inside with him Donatello could feel a switch flip inside of him. At first he was so happy that you were actually here and not some false advertisement promoted by Big Mama to lure the softshell turtle into her Battle Nexus. Though as soon as the endorphins left his system the mutant's veins were flooded with a different kind of emotion. Possessive anger. How dare the snow demon just leave him like that. The Mad Dog had given her whatever she desired only for the woman to have the audacity to turn around and leave him after she ruined him like this. It's her fault the ninja turtle felt like this. The demon assistant needed to be held accountable.

Without warning catching the techie turtle off guard you bolted forward. Only allowing Donatello just a second to react in time to protect himself from the icicle blade that formed in your (Dominant hand) hand somewhere between your dramatic entrance and attack. Regardless of its origins, the elemental weapon held up against the thick metal of Donatello's tech-bo that he defended himself with. Not wasting any time the softshell shoved the Yuki-Onna off with his staff before returning the attack with some strikes of his own. From there the two of you traded blows.

Some length of time passed before you began to show obvious signs of fatigue. The combination of the heat radiating off the stadium's overhead lamps and the overexertion of your abilities weakened you enough that eventually all you had left to keep the purple clad Hamato away was the wave of ice that blew forth from your pouting blue tinted lips.

What a nuisance

Had you known all those months ago that you'd be back here in this damn Battle Nexus fighting for your freedom, you wouldn't have ever agreed to that seemingly straightforward task. Befriend the purple clad turtle, get some Intel on Baron Draxum(maybe more) and get out. Simple. Until it wasn't. Donatello was becoming too close, too demanding, too far gone in his own delusion of what he called love. So you dipped.

How ironic you left because you didn't want to deal with the turtle's possessive emotions only to end up fighting against said techie genius for your freedom. Damn Big Mama and her stupid whims. If you managed to win this match. You were for sure never going back to the eight legged entrepreneur. Didn't want to risk being placed in a similar situation like this again.

Rolling around all over the place like a RPG character in a boss fight Donatello manages to eventually draw closer to the defrosting Yuki-Onna. Timing it perfectly to slap a muzzle onto your mouth the sudden action catching you off guard causing you to stumble back. Clawing at the metallic restraint that retracted and locked around your jaw.

Seeing his opportunity Donatello knocks you down onto your ass before activating the electrical prongs in his tech-bo. In a swift move the mutant turtle held you down with his foot as he stabbed the ends of the built in taser into your stomach electrocuting you until your vision went dark.

The moment that it was declared the (h/c) haired woman was down for the count. From the surrounding stands a roar of excitement erupted within the colosseum all at once. The cheers of spectators barely drowned out only by Big Mama's announcement of the purple coded mutant's victory. Giddiness evident in the jorogumo's tone despite being out a helper.

However that was not what Donatello was concerned about.

Not wasting another second in hitting the button on his tech-bo allowing the contraption to retract into its small tubbing and to be put away. Leaving his three digit grasps open to scoop up his prize. Overwhelmed with finally having you in his grasp once again the purple coded Hamato completely forgets about his own battered state. Inky pools focused solely on the unconscious yokai that haunted his waking thoughts and dreams.

From behind him Donatello could hear the arrival of a group of footsteps. Standing up with your figure resting in his arms Donatello turns to face Big Mama as she struts towards your guy's battered figures. Two yokai bellhops following dutifully behind the spider demon boss.

" Fufufuh looks like some-bitty-body is a happy winner~ " the business woman teased as she approached. Stopping just in front of the two of you as she analyzed the scene with amusement.

" What a show! I'm soooo pleased that you were able to win dearie~ However there is still one little last itsy bitsy part of our deal you're forgetting~ " the spider demon chided playfully. Although her tone was its usual playfulness behind the lenses of her teal cat-eye frames the jorogumo held an impatient look.

"Oh how could I forget?" Donatello replied sarcastically as he released your legs holding you up against his plastron as his free hand reached back into his battle shell to grab his and your ticket out of this mad house.

" There. Everything I could find left over from Baron Draxum's lab that was salvageable " the softshell turtle said flatly as he threw the flashdrive towards the fox bellhop to the right of the Battle Nexus owner. The fox not wasting a second to handed the flashdrive over to it's boss.

"Splendid! Well~ you better get going young purple one. Yuki-Onna's don't respond well to heat and today is supposed to be terribly hot! Better hurry~" Big Mama warned whimsically as she began to walk away back towards the direction of her luxury skybox.

With that out of the way Donatello doesn't waste a second longer standing around in the middle of the Battle Nexus arena. Quickly the mad dog recollects your figure into his arms bridal style fleeing the Battle Nexus arena and hotel as quickly as possible.

Once out of the mob boss's reach back on the surface Donatello couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He made it, he found you. The creature caged in his chest was pleased. Content that he has you at his side once again and this time the purple clad softshell was gonna ensure things would be different. He wasn't gonna let you leave him in shambles again. He was gonna make sure you needed him as much as he needs you.

After all it was like what Mikey said:

"The heart wants what it wants"

And his wanted you even if your's didn't want him.

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¶¶ Author's Notes ¶¶

Guys so as I was writing this I was thinking about how the Kraang could've affected Donatello and Raphael in the long run.

Like obviously PTSD but what I mean is like cray cray wise.

Like both Raph and Donnir had fused with the Kraang Hive mind in some form or another.( Raph mind controlled/possessed, Donnie mind melded )

I'm just saying there's gotta be some sort of side effects from that experience. Like having a harder time differentiate between reality and hallucinations. Or possibly maybe their brains chemistry has been fucked up making them more aggressive/possessive? Idk

I'm thinking about writing/or elaborating further on this in a future post. Yandere scenarios of course.

I just got a lot to write but, you guys know me. I'm all over the place~

Anyways thank you guys for bearing with me and my rabbling. I hope you guys have a great day!

Thank you for reading!

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[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 JIB13 Panel

As a Måneskin fan I cannot begin to tell y'all the excitment I felt over Zitti E Buoni being their entrance song!

The panel starts with the boys playing around, and noticing the camera has them looking bright red for some reason. Also, they do kissy face at the camera which is adorable and funny.

What was their worst or most uncomfortable tied up situation on set?

For Jared it wasn't when they were actually tied up on set it was when they had to pretend, for many seasons, to be pinned in place like by a demon. He thinks at first they were just trying to act how it would feel to be supernaturally pressed against a wall and invariably you know you film an episode of tv in October and it airs in January, and you film another one in November or December and you're tied up and in January you watch what you did back in October and when the ghost pushed you against the wall, when it airs you look all smushed so you think you gotta change that; but when there were actual ropes around it felt alright, it was easy to get into character, and get into the timing of the scene and sequence.

Jensen adds that those types of scenes, it's also exhausting too cause when you're doing it yourself, you're pressing yourself against the wall and they yell action, you kinda hold your breath and tighten everything and doing that over and over again for like minutes at a time is not fun. You're hyperventilating and you're straining like you're gonna pop a blood vessel, that was not fun. He will say, aside from that which happened quite a few times on SPN, he was kind of tied down and locked down on The Boys a few times that were not fun. The one were the Russians have him in captivity and they have him tied down to a table and are trying to see what can hurt Soldier Boy- on SPN they were friends with the props department so Robin would tie them up very loosely toward they yelled cut they would just get out of their ties like if they had their ankles tied to a chair like demon!Dean they would yell cut and Jensen would just wiggle out but on the Boys he wasn't as friendly with them, they didn't really know each other that well so they really locked him into the table and they were trying different items and one of them was an AK-47 in his mouth, and even though he knew it was a fake gun that didn't feel good. And then to top that there was a skill saw that was running, they had removed the blade but he didn't like it and he couldn't move so he felt pretty vulnurable. But not as vulnerable as coming out of the cage completely naked in front of an entire new crew and new cast. x

When they were younger did they have part time jobs for extra money?

Jensen worked at his uncles small moving company during the summers in High School. He didn’t like it but it payed pretty good and gave him some pocket change, and that was about the only thing he did, he technically wasn’t an employee his uncle just payed him for helping out.

Jared worked as a ranch hand in central Texas between his junior and senior year of High School. He would fix barbed wire fences and cut down cedar forests and in Texas there's these bugs called chiggers they're like small mites and fly around, especially near cedar, and they get into your skin and they itch but if you scratch them that gives them oxygen and keeps them alive so his parents would drop him off on Sunday night, he'd work Monday to Friday, get picked up to go home Friday and he would have to stand in front of his mom in his undwear so she could put nail polish over all the chigger bites because that seals them in so your body gets rid of it. Jensen asked if he got payed extra for all the bites, he did not. He was paid like 5 dollars and 35cents an hour. x

What do they think would happen if blood junkie!Sam and demon!Dean met? Jared says his instinct is they'd go 'we’re both a little off kilter let’s go party.' That he feels like it’d be kind of the same thing as Dean befriending Benny in Purgatory, he feels like they’d get along strangely.

Jensen says they’d probably cause a lot of problems for other hunters. When demon!Dean was was left to his own devices he was causing issues so he thinks if he had a partner in crime like blood junkie!Sam he thinks it would just multiply that. x

What’s something they didn’t expect about getting older? Positive or negative.

When he was in his teens Jensen thought that by the time he reached his current age he’d have it all figured out. As a kid or somebody young he always thought people that age they have it all figure out cause they’re the adults but he still doesn’t feel like an adult. He still feels like that 20yr old is very much alive inside him just wearing an older suit.

Jared said he had a similar conversation with a buddy of his who’s 47 and they landed on life isn't one coming of age story, it’s a series of coming of age stories. When you're a teenager you think you're big but you're not, then you turn 16, in america that means you can drive and you think you can drive, you're independent, you can do your thing then you turn 18, 21 and so on - he feels like life is a series of coming of ages. Jensen says it's a journey, and Jared agrees that it's like Jensen was saying, you meet people who are older like 50 and you think they have it figured out but then you turn 50 and you realize you're still learning and the world is changing around you so you change again, same thing when you get married or have kids you think 'this is life' but it's not you keep on evolving. He says it's funny, he turned 40 last summer and he felt like forgiveness turning 40. That part of him inside always felt older psychologically that he was literally so finally at 40 he felt like it was okay to be a grown-up. He's still very much a kid but he felt like it's okay to slow down and ask for time for himself, when you're in your teens, 20's, or even 30's it's kind of assumed that you're up for anything and you're gonna take that on but when he reached 40 he was like well I'm 40, I'm married with kids I'm gonna slow down so it's been wonderful. He much prefers 40 over 30 or 20 even so he's grateful.

Jensen shares that he sat down the other day to tie his shoes and he looked at his knees and said "I'm so proud of you guys" 😂 He says he's not kidding, that he got a little emotional, that he stared at them and told them how proud of them he was and felt such pride, he told them they've hung in there and are still carrying him, and he doesn't have any knee pain. That he got some x-ray's done a while back cause he had some knee pain when they were training for a marathon so he went to Jared's brother who's an orthopedic surgeon and he told Jensen his knee was in really good shape he just had some inflammation, and his knee hasn't really bothered him since. x

Do they miss the pranks? Jared misses everything, and when the crowd goes awww he says he gets it, there’s certainly a bit of aww but in a funny way he and Jensen had some version of this conversation for years before SPN aired its finale episode. It's one of those you know absence makes the heart grow fonder and to leave something as it stood and you're so proud of and want more of there's a certain romance to it, it's like when you're a kid and you go to camp or something and it's five days but you make new friends and you're gonna be best friends forever and then you go your separate ways but you're so much better for having had it, and the idea that maybe it can happen again. He misses it all but it's not painful for him. In a strange way, because he's very nostalgic he has shit he should have thrown away years ago which Jensen can vouch for, he misses it but in a very wonderful light.

Jensen says he'll never be happy that it ended, that the show came to an end, he'll never feel 'oh, thank god that's over'. But he is very content in how it came to- that they did those 15yrs and then they ended and he's not talking about the story, he's thinking outside of the story. The way they all walked away with their heads held high and there was much love in that set, it's something he'll always be very proud of and something he'll always miss. He misses the pranks, he misses just walking around on set in the morning and saying hi to everybody, he misses getting breakfast at the green machine, and going to the hair and makeup trailer and saying hi to all the ladies, he misses it all; there's a long list of things that he misses doing that he did for many, many years. But it still makes him look back on it and it makes him that much more proud of what they did, and the time that they had together because it will always make him smile. x

Outside of their family and friends who made a big impression on them?

Jared feels like he really enjoys "accidental acquaintances" by which he means like when you come across somebody at the airport and you’re from going from terminal a to terminal c and it's 25mins and you're sitting next to somebody and strike up a conversation. That it's funny, in the world that they live in when a lot of stuff that's going on that's hey go be this guy, or that guy, or that girl or whatever meeting people who live more normal lives then they hear you're an actor- that the previous night G, who is there with him, they sat down at a little restaurant by the hotel and an american couple sat right next to them and the space was really tight so they were really close together and they started hearing them speak and struck up a conversation with them and the couple had no idea who they were and it was cool. He loves that kind of stuff, like happy accidents. So he is consistantly and constantly kind of amazed and grateful for people he meets along the journey.

Jensen says as far as work goes there's a long list like Kim Manners and Bob Singer who they worked with on SPN but before that too he got to work with a lot of great people on Days of Our Lives. That on that show there's a wide variety cast of characters of all ages and he remembers thinking 'okay well I didn't go to school for this and what I know is just instinctual' but what he doesn't know he has 20 people there who might be able to teach him, might be able to fill in those gaps and he was just a sponge for 3yrs on that show watching, seeing what worked, seeing what didn't work because you can be thought a lot by seeing things that other people don't react well to like 'okay don't do that, don't be an asshole'.

So, there's a lot of influence on how that shaped what he ended up being. There's a long list of people and he thinks this is a journey, this life of ours and it's a gift too and he thinks to close yourself off and think that you know all the answers and have it all figured out at any age is wrong, always learn, always continue learning and learn from those around you both positive and negative. And he thinks if you continue to do that, we're all constantly changing and evolving and becoming better because of what we're watching from the world around us. That the fans have thought him, he learns just from sitting there on the stage. x

The next fan is a professional mermaid, and they want to know would the boys ever consider swimming in a mermaid tail?

Jensen actually has! His daughter bought one that they thought was kid size but when they got it home realized it was way too big and was actually an adult size so Jensen put it on and jumped in the pool. God, please, let their be a picture or a video of this!

He said it was interesting, and that he had just read somewhere that there's a whole multi-million dollar industry of live merpeople. The fan said that Netflix did a documentary about it, and Jensen replied that's what the article was about and that he'd be watching the documentary. Does he have a desire to do it again? Not so much, it did feel weird but he did get across the pool really quickly.

He says you don't have to put the glittery, scaly thing on, to which Jared asks if you can just put that on and Jensen says he (Jared) can.

Jared would love to, and he's so curious because he and G took the kids to Mexico and where they stayed had a gift shop and there was a mermaid fin which Odette really wanted so they got it for her but she hasn't used it yet, he starts to say that it induced panic in him cause if you lock her feet in but Jensen starts explaining to him how they work. Jared says he'll give it a try but he feels like he'd scared like he'd feel like he's drowning, and he'll watch the documentary. 🧜‍♀️

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[touch-starved-switch]

DAY 8: TRUTH SWITCH

"Okay hunny truth or dare" I say with a wide smile bouncing up and down with excitement but you just rolled your eyes. Truth or dare was easily my favourite tickle game out of them all especially with being a switch there was so much opportunity for revenge!

"Truth" you try to pout and fold your arms but unlucky for you darling I can see right through this little act! We both know you love this game just as much as I do!

"Do you want me to tickle you right now?" I smirk at you wiggling my fingers making a small blush creep up onto your face which slowly spread from your nose to your ears. I loved getting you all flustered like this. I didn't know how you could get any more adorable then you are normal but look at you now positively precious~

"You ass!"

I know I am cutie but let's be honest you wouldn't want it any other way!

"Is that a yes~?"

You nod your head but I'm a little shit I want more, just to see how blushy you can really get!

"I'm gonna need that in a sentence my beloved"

You stammer over your words knowing that it as being extra mean today but eventually I heard a quiet mumble "yes I would like you to tickle me"

And i needed no more persuasion before I gently pushed you down and straddled your hips!

"And here's a dare for you cutie" I say as I boop your nose "keep your arms up." And you do it! Oh you're are my favourite little lee so adorable and so willing to be tickled even if you'll never admit it.

I start off slowly and teasingly not really committing to one spot just mapping out everywhere that made you giggle snort squeek squeel and laugh. You're reactions are so precious I'm in utter admiration of you! How could I not you are perfection! But that didn't make me go easy on you!

I started by leaning down giving tickly kisses to one side of your neck while spidering my fingers over the other side. No matter where you squirmed, no matter how much you thrashed you couldn't escape my tickle tickle tickles!

But after a while I started to miss your bonny face! So I walked my hands down to your ribs!

"I wonder how many ribs you have?" I smirk vibrating my fingers in between the spaces. 1... 2... shit lost count 1... 2... 3... sorry that squeek was adorable but wait...

"What comes after 3?"

"Fohohoohour"

"More? You want more? Okay cutie if that's what you want!" Oh how I love being a little shit!

I move down to your sides and hips squeezing scratching and poking anywhere I can get my hands on while giving tickly kisses and rhasberries all over your tummy!

But I've gotta cut you some slack

I sit up tracing patterns on your thighs and sometimes scribbling under your knees. You truly where amazing everything you did was just mesmerising especially the gorgeous giggles that where just spilling from you mouth. Your laughter was my favourite song!

After a while I pulled you into a hug wrapping my arms around you securly and rubbing away the ghost tickles. You did so well! You truly are a resilient little lee! But you're also a stubborn little ler...

"Truth or dare~?" You whisper in my ear making me squeek out of suprise from the tickly feeling.

"I ummm hmmmm dare!" I say as confidently as possible but my ego was properly shattered when I sensed a glint of mischief.

"touch the top of the doorframe for 5 minuites" seemed easy enough deffinatly not at mean as I was. I do as I'm told but come to a realisation. Even on the tips of my toes I can bearly touch the top of the frame causing my t shirt to role up and reveal a bit of my tummy. Well shit! Curse me being vertically challenged!

As you sneak towards me wiggling your fingers I couldn't resist the urge to pull my hands down causing you to shake your head and tut.

"Hands up cutie!" It was scary how much affect you had on me even those simple words sending a shiver through my entire body.

You didn't give me much time to get my arms up again before you started. I guess I have to be proud you're just as mean as I am.

You started by gently scratching the top of my ears whispering teases on the left side making me dissolve into bubbly and childlike giggles as I shook my head back and forth trying to get you off making you giggle along with me. That's something I loved about being a switch getting to see you happy no matter what I was doing!

"Wheheen dihihid you gehehet so goohohood ahaht tihihickling?"

"I've always been good!" That's another thing I loved about you, you got so much more confidant when we where in these tickly predicaments! I'm glad I could get you out of your shell!

"Who's a ticklish little lee? Is it you? Is it yoooouuu~" god you are a right teasy prick but I can't complain "here's a truth for you, do you like when I tickle you?"

Pppfftt I'm not admitting shit! You'll never make me!

But once you got bored you moved down to my sides making me sway a bit as you squeezes the left then the right in pattern over and over again with various strengths to keep me on my toes (hardy har) . Even though you where being a right meanie the smile that was now plastered on your face was lighting up the room god you are so precious! Is there anything you can do without being gorgeous!

Well you nearly changed my mind as you moved down to my hips driving you thumbs into the bone and using your fingers to skitter over my lower back! I could stand it anymore (liturally) falling to the floor into a giggly ball!

One of the millions of things I admired about you is how you could turn from mean and teasy to sweet and compassionate as you wrapped me in a hug and made sure I was ok.

"To answer the truth yes I do like when you tickle me"

[starwritesstuff]

i would do anything for you to love me like i'm an american hero

(Chap 1)

yeah yeah yeah this is a rainbow kitten surprise song title i can't help myself- i did draw quite a bit of inspo from this song anyhooooozzllessss i put this on ao3 but i figure since i be writing stuff here too i'll post it here.

summary: You hold your hand out and introduce yourself. “Figured I should at least give you my name since I make it a point to bother you every time I see you here.” He takes it, grip warm, firm. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” Gives you a crooked grin. “And you’re not a bother.” Oh? You weren’t, huh? ---- You're pathetic and in love with your best friend. How do you love a ghost?

word count: 3,127

rating: this chapter is g rated buuuttt there is eventual smut so i cannot recommend minors reading this fic- also pls brace yourselves for a lotta angst i'm rly gonna PUT THEM THROUGH A BLENDER (insert me rubbing my hands together like some kinda Machiavellian freak)

The first time you meet Leon it’s in a cafe. He’d bumped into you in line. Leon muttered a sheepish apology and you thought it had been downright adorable.

You’d flirted shamelessly with him- how could you not? With looks like that, the near innocent way he had said sorry. He’d just stood there, a bit awkward, and you’d thought- god what a cutie.

After that you had started to see him a lot more frequently at that cafe and, well, you hadn’t been a regular. But you became one since that first interaction.

It’s not for another month that you get the courage to do more than make flirtatious comments- though he’s always a good sport about those.

“Anyone ever told you you’re kind of an awkward guy?” You ask him, sipping on your hot latte. Eyeing him. He startles, turning a very blue gaze your way.

“Ah, yeah.” He laughs, a dry thing, and rubs the back of his neck. “Might have been once or twice.” Oh could he get any more sweet? He reminds you of a puppy.

You hold your hand out and introduce yourself. “Figured I should at least give you my name since I make it a point to bother you every time I see you here.”

He takes it, grip warm, firm. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” Gives you a crooked grin. “And you’re not a bother.” Oh? You weren’t, huh?

The two of you are standing in the lobby, someone shuffling past you to get to the line. Right. You’re in the way.

You turn back to Leon, grinning. “Do you want to come sit with me? Save me from boring reports?” You watch a flush settle along the back of his neck, crawling up to turn the tips of his ears red. You’re so in trouble.

Leon returns your grin with teeth that are slightly crooked. Furthering your deep descent into your crush.

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If you paced any more you’d likely wear a tread into the carpet.

It had been months, you think, since you heard from Leon. More since you last saw him.You knew he had an unorthodox job. Something dangerous. Leon always returned a little more banged than when he left.

You didn’t expect Leon, who was more or less a sweet, bashful guy, to have a job like that. But he always, always managed to make contact when he was gone. Whatever had happened you just hoped, wished, prayed to what deity would listen that he was okay. That he wasn’t dead. That he’d come back, even if he was banged up.

You force yourself to quit your relentless back and forth. Tea. You wanted- needed some tea. That honey chamomile you’d gotten last week at the store. You had some clover honey pops to go with it, if you could find them. You tap your fingers impatiently on the stove handle, waiting for the kettle to boil. When it does, you ignore the shakiness of your hands as you pour it over two bags. You like your tea strong.

Walking over to your couch, collapse. Curse loudly when you slosh some of that hot tea fresh off the stove on your fingers. You stick your pointer and middle finger in your mouth, wincing at the stinging pain. Gotta turn something on the TV, distract yourself. You settle on The Great British Bake Off. Stupid stuff, but you liked the friendly competition. And you got to see some pretty neat creations.

You settle into the couch, worn and comfy from years of use, like most of the things in your home. What can you say, you liked homey, comfy things. You draw the fuzzy blanket draped over the couch to you. Wrap yourself up. Sip your tea. And watch Paul Hollywood stare with his weird blue eyes.

It’s actually doing a great job of taking your mind off of Leon. British accents and pastries have that effect, you think. The heat kicks on and you take your sweater off, leaving you in your thin camisole. Too hot for blankets, sweaters, and the heat on. You pillow your head on the arm of the couch.

You don’t know what wakes you. But the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and you have this awful feeling of being watched. Your living room was dark, your TV having gone into that energy saving mode it does when it’s on too long. You stay very still, heart pounding. There’s a creak and you know someone is there.

Could be one of two things because honestly, the only person that could access your home was Leon. Or, conversely, a burglar. Murderer. Whatever.

“Leon?” That seems the most obvious choice. You slowly sit up, rubbing gritty sleep from your eyes.

“Yeah.” Comes his husky reply.

“Christ. What time is it?”

“Just after one in the morning.” Soft light floods the room; he’s turned on one of your floor lamps. You shove a hand through your hair. You slept all of four hours probably. Your mouth is fuzzy and you run your tongue over them. Tastes nasty, too. You must’ve fallen asleep with your mouth open. You hate doing that.

He comes over, to sit by you on the couch and god he does not look good. He’s got a cut over the bridge of his nose, deep purple coloring under his eyes and his straight brows are hung low, scrunching over his nose.

“So” you start. Stop. Take a drink of cold tea to wet your throat. This was awkward. Your locks had been changed. Did he pick them?

He isn’t looking at you, rather he’s looking at the floor. His hands hang loosely between his knees, elbows planted on his thighs. Leon looks exhausted. You had meant to rage at him a little when you saw him next. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do that right now. Not when he looks like this.

“Long trip?” You settle on. Leaning back under your blanket, cradling that cold cup of tea in your hands. Just for something to do.

“Something like that”, he grunts. Opens his mouth, then closes it again. He shakes his head and for a wild moment you’re reminded of a dog shaking its floppy ears. You say nothing, turn your attention back to your tea. It’s tense. You rub your finger along the rim of the cup.

“I suppose I owe you an apology.” Leon’s squinting at you now. He looks unsure, like maybe you have the answers. You shrug instead. Your shoulders get stuck up by your ears though, hunching. You force them down.

“If you want.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Leon’s eyes slide over to you. He doesn’t seem familiar to you right now. There’s no boyish light in his eyes, no silly puppy look to his features. He moves with a deliberate slowness, nothing like the eagerness you’re used to. Something’s happened, you know it has.

You clear your throat.

“If you want me to leave, I can go.” Startled you look at him. “No. No, I was just… thinking about if you’d picked my lock.” It was only half of a lie, anyway.

Leon snorts. “Should consider locking the deadbolt. It’s there for a reason.” Ah, right. The deadbolt. You never use. You guess locks on a door handle are probably much easier to get through than a deadbolt.

“Look, I know it’s been awhile.” Leon says, shoving his elbows off his thighs and letting out a long breath. You fidget with your cup some more. “It has.”

You really have no right to feel this way. The two of you are… Best friends. Close, but not close in the ways to warrant this irrational anger you have. You feel almost abandoned. You cringe inwardly at the feeling. Abandoned. Yeah, what are you, some rescue animal dropped off at the shelter?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon’s jaw clench, the muscle fluttering under sallow skin.

You shift under your blanket, eyes bleary, focusing on some faraway point in the living room that you can't really see. You grumble about needing to find your glasses. A few seconds later, Leon hands them to you. You take them, careful to not brush his fingers. You don’t look at him when you quietly murmur your thanks. You wish that he would say something, or you would just open your mouth and say what you feel. Something to relieve the tension in the room.

“I’m surprised to see you. For a while there I wasn’t sure…” You trail off. You don’t want to finish the sentence.

He cracks a smile. It looks worn at the edges, a little unsure. “I wasn’t… I didn’t know if I’d be welcome.” Your shoulders hunch again at that. He probably wouldn’t have been welcome had you known he was going to come here, if you were honest. Ah, have you mentioned you hate this? Things haven’t been weird and tense between the two of you since, well, ever.

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Am I?”

You pick at the blanket. “Of course.” You blow a breath out, blow it up and it stirs the hair off your forehead.

You grab the TV remote, turn it on.

“I was watching The Great British Bake Off.” You say when he doesn’t reply. The two of you sit for awhile. The TV lights flickering over your faces. You don’t know about Leon, but you’re not really watching. Not really, no. You were sneaking glances at him, taking his still stiff posture. How his hands haven’t moved from his thighs. He looks poised to run, you think.

The episode ends. Starts a new one. You think maybe the not talking happening between the two of you is going to drive you crazy. But you don’t open your mouth. Don’t try to pick at this weird shell he’s created, retreated into. You probably should. He’s your best friend. You should want to try to be there for him.

You’re scared. This new version of Leon feels like he doesn’t want to be here. With you. The old Leon would be excitedly telling you about blowing shit up and shyly asking if you wanted to get coffee at that cafe. As if you’d say no, despite the many times the two of you have kept up the tradition. Now he seems to not know what to do with you. How to be here.

You rub your nose. Pull your knees up. Tuck your hair behind your ears. You know you’re fidgeting. You can’t help it. You’ve never felt this- this weird next to him. Okay, maybe weird isn’t the right word. You certainly feel strange around him, you’re not a fool, you know why. But this is a new strangeness. It’s born of an insecurity that you never thought you’d have.

“You don’t… have to stay. You know? I won’t be mad if you have, like, other places you wanna be.” You wonder if that comes out as needy as you feel. Leon turns his gaze to you, something complicated flicking through his eyes. Quick enough that you don’t quite catch it, not quick enough that you don’t notice it and wonder.

“No, no. Sorry. I’m tired.” Leon’s tone gives nothing away. But it sounds like an excuse to your ears. Does he… pity you? Feel obligated to you? To stay? You try to grin at him, like you always do, like you used to. “Sure. Sure, yeah, I imagine. Um, the guest bed is always made up. You know, just in case.” And it had been. It stayed made up since the last time you had left. Leon huffs out a near silent laugh. “Is it?”

“Yeah. You kinda made a habit of crashing here, you know. So I just… kept it. I mean, I wash the sheets and stuff.” You hurry to explain that last part. You’d taken to keeping extras of things around the house for him. Toothbrush, towel, shirts and boxers and socks. It was all very domestic, blah blah blah. Your heart clenches.

Leon shifts in his spot. Toes off his boots. You wrinkle your nose.

“Walking around in my house with your nasty boots, huh” you chide him, teasing. You get a flash of a genuine smile at that. Your heart unclenches. Just a little.

“Sorry” he says. He doesn’t sound very sorry. In fact, you’d say he sounds a little mischievous. Leon holds his boots out to you. “Wanna see how nasty they are?” You squeal, smack at them. “You’re gross, Kennedy.”

He laughs, sets them by the couch. “You’re fond of telling me.”

You raise a brow at him. "Do you have to put them there? You could, I don't know, stick them. On the shoe rack. That is literally right by my door." Leon shrugs.

“Easier to just take them off here.” He teases. But he gets up, sets the boots on the rack. Holds out his hands in a placating gesture. “See? I put them away like a good boy.” You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle laughter.

“You wouldn’t know how to be a good boy if it came up and slapped you in the face.” You poke at him. “You’re a menace.”

Leon levels you with a kind of look that has your giggles freezing in your throat. Just shy of indecipherable, poorly hidden heat. You hadn’t really thought about the words when they came out, just enjoying the banter with him. You quickly look away. No way were you taking any time to pick apart that look. Adjust your mental position, firmly sticking yourself in the “Leon’s closest friend” category.

“It’s getting a bite late for me,” you say, fighting to keep your voice from wavering. “I think I’m going to actually go to bed.” You think you see a flash of disappointment cross his pretty features. But he stands with you, stretching. T-shirt riding up, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of pale skin, toned. Light scars littered amongst moles.

You turn your head away, give Leon a light pat on the shoulder. “See you in the morning? Let’s go to our cafe.”

“Sure, been awhile. D’you think they remember me?”

“Hard to forget, don’t’cha think?”

Leon laughs at that. Does that thing where he awkwardly shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. He needs a haircut, you think. It’s gotten over-long. Makes you think of a little emo boy.

“I’ll wake you when I’m up.” He was saying, jerking you out of your musings.

“No later than 8am, mister.” You warn him. Well aware that Leon was an early riser, no matter how little he slept. Leon puts a warm hand on the top of your head. “I promise, I will not wake you before 8am.” He says with mock solemnity. You suck your teeth in response, moving to knock his hand off your head. Retreat a few steps towards your room.

“Good. See that you don’t. Goodnight, Kennedy.” You call, escaping to your room. Try to calm your racing heart. Leon didn’t often initiate physical contact with you, and that was fine, really you preferred it that way. Because when he does, your brain fizzles out. Nervous system goes haywire.

You climb into bed, thoughts shifting to Leon’s earlier behavior. How tense things had been. It was the first time you felt that uncomfortable with him. The two of you were normally much more cohesive. You had a sneaking suspicion that whatever he’d come back from was different. Different from what he usually dealt with. Though, you know you likely won’t get to know. You generally weren’t privy to specifics with him.

You flip to your side, restless. Drag the covers your head, clutching a pillow close to your chest. And what was that ridiculous reaction earlier? Leon had looked… Hot? Sexy? Wanting? Your traitorous brain supplies. Surely not, not because of someone like you. Sure you flirted with him, had built a silly friendship with that flirtation as the foundation, but it didn’t mean anything. You’re, well, you. And Leon’s Leon. He was… magnetic, a little stupid, a little cheesy, but you’d been drawn to that. And he was pretty- really, you hadn’t seen a man so beautiful. All high cheekbones, full lips, delicate brows. And you weren’t convinced he didn’t use mascara or eyeliner, or something with lashes like those.

 It hurt sometimes, looking at him. 

You weren’t typically an insecure person. You’d even say that, sometimes, you might even be a bit big for your britches. But your friendship (you refuse to call it a relationship) with Leon left you feeling a little inadequate at times. That feeling had crawled into your sternum, made a little nest among your heart and viscera the first time he’d come back from a trip. You wished you could grab it, like it was one of those prickly things that attached themselves to your socks, and pluck it out. But it was there to stay. 

You jerk the covers off your head, the space having gotten hot, humid and somewhat hard to breathe. You roll onto your back, dragging the pillow with you. You wonder what Leon was doing. Was he tossing and turning? Punching his pillow softer, to fit his head? Or had he just conked out, exhausted. Sometimes, when he stayed over, he’d get nightmares. And you’d find his silhouette in your doorway, shyly asking if he could sit with you for a bit. First time he did it you thought you might shit your pants. You had scolded him, told him to make a little noise. That waking up to him just hanging in the doorway like some kinda freaky serial killer was just terrifying. Since then, Leon had always made sure to purposely creak your creaky floorboards, to swing the door open noisily.

Not tonight, though. It was quiet. The overhead fan was the only sound you could hear. It was too quiet, one of those nights that made you wish you had a TV in your room, so you could stick something on. The silence just made your thoughts louder, screaming, ringing in your head. Knowing Leon was just in the other room, yards away, doing whatever it is he does at night, knotted your stomach. Quickened your breath. Made that thing in your chest ache. 

You forcefully wrangle your melancholy thoughts into submission. It was far too late for any more of it, and you needed some semblance of sleep. You just know Leon’s going to wake you precisely at 8am, just to be difficult. 

[banette-appreciation]

What does Banette think of the different ghost type specialists from each region? (Ryme, Agatha, allister, acerola, etc)

Depends the Banette! Here is my personal ghost specialist opinions though: Agatha is THE og ghost lady so gotta have respect for her, although as someone who is personally a huge pokedex enthusiast her dislike of them is ehh to me. Although to be fair, with Hisui showing written pokedex existed before her and she's just solely being bitter from Oak not battling her anymore adds interesting context.

Morty I also have respect for being the first ghost type gym! I like him more than Agatha because in Pokemon Masters EX he has a mega Banette so it shows he has very good taste in pokemon and his gym was just limited by there only being few ghost types in gen 2. His personal style though really throws me for a loop. Never understood why he always had that headband as i'd associate that more with fighting types. His gen 2 sprites and remake sprites give him great style, but his Stadium 2 and Anime looks... no. Come on, let him keep black shirt and the coolest scarf ever, there's no need to change that classic spooky vibe. Phoebe confused me as a kid because I expected her to be a water type trainer with her outfit looking like a hula danger, and didn't know of how she's more likely based on Polynesian/South East Asian spirit channelers or Shaman. The difference between what I expected from her and what her team ended up being though ended up being so freaking cool to me, just being so cheerful and fun-loving as one who ended up communing with ghost types compared to other channelers and ghost type trainers of previous generations was just so neat. Just getting to break from the stereotype, and I like that.

Fantina is okay, never really left a big impression on me. Like I just had Phoebe already break sterotypes so her being this glamourous contest girl just was okay? I get her hair is like the x mouth of a drifblim, but it just looks kind of silly to me. Plus her gym is just simple math questions, why? Like I get it's good to help educate kids and such but for a ghost type gym challenge it feels so random, that's the kind of thing i'd give to a normal gym or something maybe. I heard platinum's was better but since I've never gotten to experience it that's where my bias is coming from. She's had Banette in a few of her teams so I can respect that, and it's a very interesting choice how all of her pokemon are female no matter the team. Just a very feminine girl never stood out to me as a kid, someone who was very tomboyish.

Shauntal is so very cute, I love her! May have been a fictional crush for a while as a young teen. Besides the large black collar in her outfit, everything else about her is such good aesthetic to me! And she's literally a Ghost Writer, I love it so so much! Also another ghost girl using all female pokemon, very interesting. Plus the fact she's very much left handed is such a cool detail about her.

Acerola is adorable, just so sweet and playful. Loved how she helped Lillie in the games. And even though I prefer the original sun and moon to the ultra games I am glad the ultra games gave her banette. Also the Mimikyu asthetic in her looks is so peak. There isn't an outfit of hers that i've seen that I dislike, she's just so adorable. Would adopt her as my own child haha.

Speaking of children I would adopt in a heartbeat, there's Allister! I want to give him a hug, precious little thing. I actually got pokemon Shield specifically so I could battle and encounter him.

Last but not least Ryme is THE COOLEST. Like from her hair resembling a skeletal arm down to her cool shoes, she is such a boss! I wish we could actually hear her rapping in the games, her representing rap culture in such a cool way makes me very happy. And like in the academy's library, a book says that a childhood pokemon of hers passed away. She brought all her grief into a song which resulted in her pokemon being reborn as a ghost type, how freaking cool is that? Just the feeling of love and mourning being so powerful, resonates with me. Plus her doing double battles! And even starting with Banettes! Always gonna love and remember my banette vs hers in my playthrough, it was so cool.

[imsparky2002]

Ghouls and Monsters - The Phantom

(OperJean is jammin out on his synthesizer, waiting for his counterpart to show up. Mylentasma giggles in the darkness, before swooping down, ready to spook the boy. OperJean stops playing, swearing he heard something.)

OperJean: Austin? That you, dahlin?

(Mylentasma appears before him with a ominous clap of lightning and a menacing laugh, her cloak fluttering dramatically.)

Mylentasma: Behold... THE PHANTOM OF THE THEATRE!

(OperJean yelps, as Mylentasma's face is covered in dark shadow. She's so happy she got to scare her counterpart.) 

Mylentasma: So, fellow ghost. Are you quivering in fear at my sudden appearance?

OperJean: Land sakes, dahlin’, you scared the wits outta me! Almost made me play a wrong note!

(Mylentasma lets the shadows disappear, and gives a bow, showing her true kinder, yet still theatrical self.)

Mylentasma: Apologies, dear! I do just love to give people a little scare before I say hello!

OperJean: So, Phantom of the Theatre. What's your real name? Mine's Jean.

Mylentasma: I am called Mylene. Pleasure to meet you! 

(He raises an eyebrow, they knew she looked familiar!)

OperJean: You're a ghost in your world? Why, here, you're a plant creature! A real nice girl, might I add.

Mylene: How fascinating! So there is a version of everyone? (Claps in delight) Do you have a picture? I’d like to see for myself!

(He shows her one, and she coos.) 

Mylentesma: How wonderful! A true child of Mother Nature. 

OperJean: Yeah, and she's more of a hippie, so it's odd hearing her voice sound so dramatic. Not that I'm complaning, because I'm a dramatic fella myself. And might I add, that's a wonderful outfit you have on. I've never been one for capes, but yours is magnificent!

(She smiles and gives a dramatic flourish of her cloak, pulling it close to her face, before letting go and giggling.)

Mylenetasma: I’ve always had a love for garb of elegance and mystery. My Angel of Music just adores it! And I must say, you seem to have similar taste. That piano belt is just darling!

OperJean: Aw shucks. This ol’ thing? Well you know I gotta show off my musical talents, even in what I wear. You play some sort of piano?

Mylentasma: The pipe organ to be precise. You played such lovely tunes on your synthesizer.

OperJean: Well, thanks! It was just a little piece I wrote up for my Angel with a scythe, Austin! (Blushes)

Mylentasma: Ooh! An Angel of music and death! 

OperJean: Yep! I assume your Ivan is the angel you speak of? And he ain't a Yeti, is he?

Mylentasma: Why, no! He’s a human, though he may as well be sent from heaven. He’s gentle and kind, and so poetic! 

OperJean: (Chuckles) Kinda funny to think of him spouting poetry. (Deepens his voice and puts on a Russian accent)  Rose red, violet blue, watch out for avalanche. Ok I go now.

Mylentasma: (Giggles) That’s how he speaks? 

OperJean: We’ll, he grew up n’tha mountains, talkin’ a lot wastes oxygen.

Mylentasma: Ah, well that explains everything. 

OperJean: Well, I'm assuming you're as nice as my Mylene, so what do you do to help people as a phantom?

Mylentasma: Well, I’m there to give confidence to people who need it, keep the sets and backstage running smoothly, help with remembering lines, and every once in a while, teach a lesson to someone who gets a little too big for their boots. (Giggles)

OperJean: Lemme guess, you make 'em bark like a dog? 

Mylentasma: One of my favorite methods. I also spook kids by appearing in the mirror, or laugh from the shadows.

OperJean: Can’t say I do the same. Monsters don’t really…scare people in world. It wouldn’t really…help our situation.

Mylentasma: Ah, that makes sense. So how do you use your powers for good, my dear?

OperJean: Kinda like a bard, honestly. My songs cheer people up. I’m a great actor too, not to toot my own horn!

Mylentasma: I happen to be a thespian myself! My darling daddy taught me everything I know.

OperJean: Say, would ya like to join me in a show? We could be a duo. It would be totally tubular!

Mylentasma: That sounds delightful! I think our styles of music and theatrics could blend quite nicely!

OperJean: Alright! This is gonna be the bee's knees!

And there’s the first Monstrous/Ghoul Squad crossover! Thank you so much to Weeby for helping with the dialogue, and next up is the Werewolves in Ghoul Squad Alix and Monstrous Kim! As always, make sure to reply, reblog, post and ask. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[danidoesathing]

📚💛🔮 for your ask game?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

Lord Huron wise there ain't much out there and they're scattered across tags, but there's definitely a few!

Both under a very bad sign by Blancwene and walk out of the cosmic fog into a new life among the stars! by Biolumenesce are really good surreal VN fics that explore more of the vibes of the album as well as the story (pre-movie).

There's a couple more vibe/song centric ones like At the Edge of the Woods by Wasuremono (a yawning grave fic with an original story) and Immortal by Gheyn (la belle fleur sauvage with a fairytale style/elements).

Roubki's Secret of Life is pretty good too! It's a post-VN fic that takes place right after the events of the movie, that follows Buck (and Johnnie, whose still hanging around as a ghost) as he's more or less forcefully adopted by the World Enders. It's very fun and silly and im in love with it so far.

I'd also very much recommend eosofthedawn/foolofatook001's Strange Tales series. It's the different stories of LH in the format of TMA statements. It's three in as of now, two of which are Dead Man's Hand (One from Johnnie's perspective and the other from Buck's) and one for the Stranger MV with the Not!Them. I'd seriously recommend it whether or not you like TMA, those are really great i adore these.

and while I haven't gotten around to reading it yet, Vide Noir: Consciousness Neutralizer by every_eye_evermore is a crossover fic with the Murderbot Diaries books, which (i think) leans and meshes into the sci-fi elements of both series. I've read aster's writing before and can full recommend his stuff!

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

do whatever you want forever (seriously just. stop giving a shit. you'll feel so much better)

get weird with it

creating a writing discord server just for yourself is a good way to organize your shit

get a beta (still working on this one myself)

for the love of god if you're stuck and want to write the next sentence/scene/paragraph just skip to that. get that shit down further down the page and worry about connecting it later

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

oh god im not the person to ask for this. i get stuck all the time but uh. ill default to point 5 again because a lot of the time when i get stuck. if you're got the vibes for one scene you're not at yet just....go and get what you can for that scene down while the coffee is still hot.

Alternatively just. get out of the physical space you're writing in. Go to a cafe or restaurant or park or anywhere with free wifi and try it out there. sometimes the brain has different modes its in, like at school is "School mode" at work its "work mode" and home is usually "Rest mode" so just getting out of the house and somewhere new allows for the brain to slip back into that writing mode easier. There's a cafe near my house and going up there to write has been a huge help for my progress (although its not great for my wallet, but hey its good coffee)

if it's more "i cant write at all" you just gotta....wait it out i guess? go out and do something you like and stop thinking about it. the more you worry about getting back to writing the worse it'll get (for me anyway). you cant force yourself out of a writers block usually, so let it pass in due time. remember you're doing this for fun, so let it be fun!

[bukvarsbitch]

happy 25 songs of paul f. days!

day 4: "what kind of problems (does an irish cart tart have?)" from the final off book (#52)

i love this song so much; i also forgot how iconic melissabeth is after this one, so go give it a listen if you haven't. this song features an iconic thing in musical improv that makes me laugh every time: two people trying to sing the same thing at the same time without having a clear idea what the other one's doing, just a general one. also, the entire fucking witch sequence is so out of no where but i adore it. this is the last song from this episode, but if you haven't listened, i'd recommend it, especially if you've listened to the year before this ep (and even if you haven't!).

fav bits!

"tAHP of the morning to yA! it's me: caHRL tart!"

*cup rattle* "i'm sorry i fell down!"

"as long as we've known you, you've been an irish man. that's what this timeline has" "ahh tis true, tis true" *wheezing*

"i just like to go on scott's show and talk about the troubles"

the troubles irish cart has: sometimes, he doesn't want to get out of bed; sometimes, he gets an ache inside of his head; sometimes, he sees his shoe's untied; and sometimes, his dear old mother has died

"i'll tEHL you some mORE of my trAHBLES"

some more troubles irish carl tart has: sometimes, his dry cleaning is late; sometimes, he's broken his favorite plate; sometimes, he's fell into a ditch; and sometimes, he's been cursed by a witch

"tis a sad tale.. i wAS WALKING" and the entire witch scene

"i saw a witch and thought, all right"

jess' weird little into the woods-esque witch of irish carl tart <3

"you are cursed forevermore— that you can't go inside a sneaker store!"

"that's me sAD story"

"paul f. tompkins— notable zoo keeper"

"i don't know, there's no chorus, so it really doesn't feel like something you're interested in"

"what kind of troubles does a zookeeper paul f. tompkins have" at the same time as "does a zookeeper pft have" and how it takes zach and jess like three times to realize that one of them should wait

the troubles zoo keeper pft has: the monkeys often won't stay off the rails; it's often hard to get the penguins into the tophand tails; sometimes, he just feels like he needs a break; and, sometimes, he's gotta go and find a snake

"they're not a problem for everyone!" "no?" "i'm irish"

the troubles firefighter eliza has (except for fire): it can get pretty hot because of her, but not (not not) because of her fire; sometimes she just wants to shout "help me!"

"i feel like you're more self-sufficient than that eliza" "that's what people think, but it's not true!"

the troubles ghost podcast scott has: he has to dig up graves; his hands get really hurty; he's super super dirty; the bones smell bad; he's got a weird relationship with his ghost dad (not bill cosby! a different one!)

"but we have these guests in a line; and now i think we're out of time. forthisfirsthalf" *laughter*