#he deserves iy

[sw33t--t00th]

"He needs to be taken out on sight, he's evil, he caused an outbreak"

Ermm...

The best I can do is make him baby and papa coded '^'

[strawberry-finches]

look fuck haas and guenther steiner but man do I love kevin magnussen

[avian-hearts]

HEEHEHEHHWHEHE,,,,, guess who finally decided to visit!!!

[angrygreengxrl]

Forever amazed that they couldn't just have a soul healing healthy moment of "i can finally love myself" and "I am not alone in the universe" and instead they got some weird selfcest for hollywood porpus bc a show without kissing and weird romance is not acceptable. Makes me feel like Sylvie is an escalated Y/N.

Loki and Sylvie were perfectly fine without this, they could have had a nice compassion and union with metaphorical joutnay of self acceptance but no.

Loki could also have a friend. A FRIEND. Just ONE. But no. He cannot have simple friendship and basic human compassion. Any act of kindness tho words him is confused with romantic love? Come on. Let him just have somebody in his life without the pressure of cheap love at first glance bs. Let my boy have god damn friends. No pressure, no obligations, show people that something beside romance matters in life. Bc romance is literally at the bottom of the list Loki needs first.

[byhuenii]

SATIVA

synopsis! pool party at the x mansion..is it getting hot in here or is it just you? (WC: idk..) pairing! logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x fem!reader warnings! usage of name instead of yn. reader has curly hair cause i said so. pul. not proofread LOLL. probably ooc.🧏‍♀️ a/n! IS IT HOT IN HERE OR IS IY JUST ME??? IM SO HIGH ON SMOKING ON THIS WEED

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sun was out and so was that pool the school had been hiding away during the cold winters, sun was out so were the chairs where you could lay down near the pool for the rest day. the sun was nice it was pretty hot but it was nice compared to the cold harsh winters. ororo had been running around with a camera taking photos of everyone and everything. “how many pictures have you taken so far roro?” your elbows propped you upwards so you could see her

“so many, the memories of these will be amazing i mean look at them” she hustled her way over showing off the pictures. it had only been you ororo and jean outside watching the kids play in the pool. scott was with charles he said he would come later, logan he was still off and on about coming. “roro you should take a picture of us together” a smile exploded on the girls lips sitting down right next to you, “cheese!” she said before clicking the button on the camera

“we look so cute, i’ll definitely need to get all these printed out” ororo was just happy to be here. it was a real from all the madness and crazy things that had been happening in everyone’s lives lately

you smiled at the enthusiasm ororo gave off, you had blinked and she was already off to the other side taking pictures of the kids playing chicken fight. “ah jean! when is scott coming?” you asked the red head who had taken up the duty as life guard, “he said he was just going to talk to the professor but who knows” she shrugged, “what about logan? is he coming” jean wore a tiny smirk

the tone in her voice was a flirty but also witty you couldn’t help but laugh “he was off and on about this i wouldn’t be surprised if he isn’t coming” you wore your heart on your sleeve. your tone said you didn’t care but the body language and the way you constantly looked at the door you wanted him to come, he deserved it the most

jean looked at the pool and looked at you “you sure know how to summon people, your man is here” she gave you a slight nudge to the shoulder.

he had always been handsome and mysterious but right now he just had that energy to show why he was mister tall, dark, and mysterious. the white tank top he always wore somehow looked even more attractive in the sun. he had swim shorts on he came prepared. the way his muscles were practically glistening in the sun was unreal, “you’re drooling [nickname]” jean teased

you hadn’t even realized you were gawking, thank goodness for glasses so he couldn’t see where you were looking (putting on sunglasses so they don’t know what i’m looking at) “i’m not gawking!” you defended yourself when in fact you were gawking at him. “if you weren’t gawking you’d realize he’s coming closer to us” jean lipped her laughter patting your thigh

the way you composed yourself should be eligible for a world record, your mind was literally freaking out. you swore it wasn’t that hot did it get hotter? “logan you finally decided to join us” your words came out somewhat like a squeak much to your embarrassment .

“of course not bub. its not every day we get to see you in clothes that isn’t your suit and casual attire” he wore a smirk. his usual gruff still rested on his face, he smelled like alcohol but that was his normal smell at times

your face feels like it got sunburned why was it so hot, you looked away kinda flustered mouthing the words ‘help me’ to jean who pretended to ignore you looking at the kids,

“is that your way into trying to get into my pants howlett?” you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your lips, “did it work?”

you cleared your throat adjusting the sunglasses that rested on your nose, “maybe. maybe it did” logan had a quiet chuckle you almost missed. he had a bottle of chilled beer in his hand. “do you want to sit down?” you let the spot next to you

logan shook his head “it’s okay sweetheart, i’m sure you’ll need it more than i do” he was mocking you. he was definitely mocking you, that coy smile he had while drinking his beer.

“just say you two like each other” ororo came from behind taking a photo of the two of you, logan had been looking down at you with the coy smile beer to lips but his eyes were soft. they were always soft to you. your face was flushed so there wasn’t much need for him to see your eyes,

you stuck out your tongue to the white haird female who sat next to jean showing off the photos she had taken of you and logan, logan’s eyes wandered off to the pool

“you look like you’re ready to jump into the water” you had placed your sunglasses on top of your curls. eyes squinting to adjust to the light that suddenly blinded you, “nah. not my kinda thing” he shrugged placing his beer down on the mini table near your chair

“is the little kitty too afraid of water?” he mocked you so you teased him it was only fair, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “aren’t you one to talk, been sitting here like a princess”

“so a princess and her kitty that’s too afraid of water” you quipped

“oh yeah?”

“i knew you had animalistic tendencies but being afraid of water is—lo put me down.”

logan’s calloused hands scooped you up like the princess you truly are throwing him over your shoulder. your pleased fell dead to his ears. his arm was wrapped around your legs tightly so you wouldn’t be squirm and try to run off “what’d you say sweetheart i can’t hear you” he walked to the edge of the pool, “logan. don’t you dare” your plead became funnier to the man.“but wasn’t i supposed to be the one afraid of the water” he said with a low rumbled chuckle. “i’m sorry i’m sorry please” you were holding onto the man, he would never let you go you knew that “WAIT WAIT MY SUNGLASSES—LOGAN”

he had loosened up the grip he had on you jumping into the pool you didn’t even have time to throw your glasses on the floor. you had inhaled quiet some water, your eyes were closed shut when you had forcefully jumped into the water, you quickly resurfaced back to the top trying to catch your breathe, you had a little coughing fit with all the chlorine intake

your eyes opened up looking around you, the top of your head felt a empty as you felt it. your glasses weren’t there. you looked around to find logan with them on behind you. “fuck you” you snarled swimming over to him, his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close to him. the white tank top logan wore clung to his body outlining his abs and defined chest

ororo was taking many photos, her toothy grin as wide “smile!” she said. logan’s hand had scooped you up bring him to his chest, his arm rested under your ass. “is it getting hotter here?” you mumbled looking at ororo with a flushed face from just being thrown in the pool and logan’s gesture. “all you bub”

“i like your sunglasses. look good on you” you scoffed wrapping your arms around his neck, “thanks stole them, i think i might keep them” you stuck out your tongue at his comment, your hands snaked their ways to his face fixing his wet hair. his hair tuffs were still there slightly,

“do you actually like me?” you didn’t mean for the words to just slip out but they did, what ororo said had crossed your mind until now. his gestures were different but in a way you found comfort in them. “i do bub i really do, just not trying to fuck this up” he put the sunglasses on his head, he wanted you to see his desperation he carried. “may i?” he asked leaning his head against yours

a smile graced your lips giving him a nod. a nod was all he needed his lips smashed onto yours. it was passionate yet sweet, you wore a smile that grew even bigger. the sound of a camera clicking caused you to pull away.

“finally. i was tired of you two not saying anything” ororo chuckled, logan rolled his eyes as you hid your face in his neck peppering it with small kisses.

all he knew was that he had finally had the girl he had wanted wrapped around his arms giving her kisses that she deserved. he was definitely taking you out on a date after this maybe he’ll get some help from ororo just so the date is perfect, oh and that photo too. he’ll need copies of each and single one them together.

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a/n — idk what i did i just kept writing lol

[loopyren]

On the topic of nuances in IY, there's one more I didn't mention in this post about Ch 78, because I feel it deserves its own. The way Inuyasha describes Kagome’s scent…

In the middle panel, he says "やさしい匂い" (yasashii nioi) which means "gentle/kind scent." Perfectly translated 👌

But, I thought it was a lil curious because やさしい or 優しい is typically how you describe people themselves, not scents. For example, I'm reading YoTD atm too and Yona calls one *ahem* character やさしいひと or 優しい人 (kind person) for their kind and gentle nature. That's the typical use of it.

What does a "kind" scent even smell like? I thought... Then, I realized oh... Inuyasha is smelling beyond her scent as a "fragrance"... he’s smelling Kagome's spirit. He's smelling who she is. 🥺

The way I interpret it, it's sort of a play on words between "scent", which Inuyasha has a keen nose for, and "air," a concept that exists in both Japanese and English.

Even in English, you can say there is a "kind air" to someone. While our inferior human noses can't actually smell that, Inuyasha's fourth-dimensional sense of smell probably can... 😁

[ch1-kasak0]

🙂

me when cuohead

[cablyunkataplum]

Stanford Filbrick Pines

Words: 4,524

Summary: He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt.

Written Curse: What can I say, saw someone suggesting it on Tiktok and I did it, Descriptions of insanity and more insanity, suicidal behavior, manipulation, paranoia, kind of religious trauma, self-harm (thoughts and action) depictions, and maybe more sensitive topics, please be aware, MDNI. it's kind of different from what I'm used to writing in some aspects but I enjoyed iy Seeeeeee yaaaaaa darlings!

Versión original-español

I walked through the mists of a gloomy limbo… If such a vague description makes sense, I paid attention to every step I took but I didn't feel it, almost as if it were a dream until my attention it was redirected, something was heard in the distance and I wondered what it could be. It carried with it a sinister air, perverse dyes that dripped phlegmatically, the forbidden, the temptation, the sin that, as its passage, seduced me to approach, thus, little by little, it was not only an unusual song but also a particular smell, a sensation that made one's skin crawl but as everything here was far from comprehending.

Time was distorted and my mind fell into a spiral that I didn't even know I had entered until seeing me in a dreary reflection a realization revealed, it was me.

That smell, that sound, everything… It was nothing more than my own body, that empty and rotten container that wanders aimlessly waiting for an end but even if I succumbed to the clutches of mortality, I know that my corpse would be nothing more than poison for this earth that now curses my existence. I beg for mercy even if I am not deserving and as a heretic I receive cruel punishment that lurks in the depths of my being, which from the beginning eats away at me, what led me to this state.

A simple act like the sliding of curtains felt so treacherous, he was turning his back on him and leaving him adrift. He deserves it, after all he did it was absurd that he thought he would receive any defense from him. He placed the reminder of the freshly made wound in the trash and tried to fall asleep but at no time did he blink, the minutes passed ignorantly to his situation and emotions so overwhelming that they seemed to mock without decorum. He had found a motivation that vanished at the same speed with which it arrived, he had to find another goal, a purpose, something that would give him what he had always longed for.

The days passed without anything remarkable, a blind and tired routine between corridors, living rooms and his bedroom with the irregular change of going to the library or chatting with his roommate, with whom he shared certain hobbies. He was about convincing that he enjoyed it, that despite being an unexpected result, he could take advantage of it and prove to himself that others were wrong, that he was better.

When he made the decision to live in Gravity Falls, it was as if that little flame struggled to remain incandescent and wanted to get bigger. It could be taken as an escape from home in a certain way, miles and miles away from his parents which doesn't make much difference from what it was in Backupsmore.

Everything was different, a new life that he would not let anything or anyone spoil. And so it was for quite some time, there was no day or night in which he did not find something fascinating, a distraction and a temporary relief to his thoughts that dejected him the most, but then, like a rose, it began to wither and the petals fell. Leaving a voracious appetite again.

And what happened when the snake approached him? He fell for the deception. So desperate for a shred of recognition, acceptance… And what person could resist a being greater than their own existence? It was an honor to be the favorite of such a sublime presence, a powerful being who did respond to his prayers, to his doubts, where he believed he was walking on the same floor as this one and not below as he was for so many years with his kind, he was finally an equal.

A nosedive into veneration.

The night was paler than the moon itself, its emanations were blunderbussed as they passed through the stained-glass windows with motifs that I distributed with my own free will throughout my cabin. Immersed in my inscriptions, Bill prowled in the same space and chatted about things that I didn't pay enough attention to since I was used to his actions. When I finished my last stroke I placed the pen aside and closed the bottle of ink to let it rest and therefore dry the contents of the page.

"Hey, Sixer" I turned my head and the first thing my eyes met was the triangle reflecting my appearance, I raised my eyebrow until he continued "Look, someone with science of humor" he laughed to return to his color, he snapped his fingers and pointed at me "Did you understand my pun?", "Of course I did, It's a simple enough thing not to" I adjusted my glasses before closing my journal, getting up from my chair and walking over to put it on the shelf next to the other books in my collection.

"You demean yourself a lot, don't you think? Give yourself some credit" he turned around as he moved forward with me, "I do credit myself but I know when things are easy, Bill" I rolled my eyes and left the room, on the stairs he was behind me "That's because you're very intelligent and perceptive, not everyone would have understood it the first time or the second" At these words I smiled but not for much since the day had exhausted me enough to use my muscles. The cabin was as lonely as the day it was finished, on one hand it was reassuring not to have to deal with those noises resulting from annoying habits of other people but on the other hand I couldn't help but feel more lonely… at least I had Bill by my side, even if I got desperate but very rarely. Maybe I should make a statistic about that.

"It's better as you are if you ask me," I heard his voice again but this time I didn't look at him, I went down step by step until I finally reached the floor. "What are you talking about?" I really had no idea, "Nobody deserves you, Ford" that confession intrigued me now in the kitchen where I didn't turn on the light bulb and only opened one of the drawers in the cupboard for a glass. "I mean, just look at you, six fingers; attractive, intelligent, funny, organized. You're out of their league, much better than all of them" he stood in my field of vision and crossed his arms, "And I doubt very much that you would settle for that anyway".

The circumstances that led to such a fatal encounter…

I closed my lips and remained silent, his words like gasoline for thoughts and speculations to nest in my head "We'll never know, they're counterfactual events and hypothetical situations" I drank from the glass I had previously filled with water "Besides, it makes me sound like a narciss-", "Hey, hey, stop your car, friend" Bill pushed and pulled his arms in the space between him and me "I don't say that with those implications, you're very humble Stanford" he moved his body in such a way that it gave the impression of shaking his head, he raised his arms "Everything you're doing will benefit humanity, for me that's not being selfish, quite the opposite" he approached and placed his elbow on my right shoulder.

"What I mean is that you're better off like this" with the open hand of the other arm he pointed at me, moving up and down, to emphasize his point. "You're happier than you could have been" I was still with my eyes on him without speaking "I'll show you" he moved away a little to extend his arm. "You trust me, right?". It was a bit strange to me that Bill used to ask about my trust in him as often as he did, but I always assumed that being someone with his powers was normal, after all it was logical that when he gave me knowledge and his friendship he needed to know that I would not misuse his generosity.

"Of course I do" I took his hand, his eye curled "You can always trust me, Sixer".

The cabin began to crumble and suddenly the environment changed to an impeccable construction that I did not recognize, at least not immediately, laughter and chatter filled my ears while my eyes ventured to get used to the interior, the sound of some open doors made me spin slightly where I saw something that squeezed my heart, in front of seats and more seats there I was, walking on the stage with a toga, I received my title and it was clear. I was graduating from West Coast Institute of Technology.

It was something unreal to see myself in this situation, to see how my face reflected true enthusiasm and happiness at achieving one of my many dreams that I had as a teenager. My parents were there, Stanley was there and his face was a mixture of pride and joy for me; disappointment, loneliness and doubt in those small details. It continued with a family celebration until the scene changed for the second time where I now worked as an inventor in a company of sorts, I knew that time moved forward thanks to the fictitious calendar, which at first filled the Stanford in front of me with motivation, now it filled him wit sadness. It caused him misery as he was limited by his contract, he no longer had time for his own projects or the family with whom he maintained contact.

And everything changed again, I was on Backupsmore and another possibility unfolded, I met someone and we developed feelings for each other and then, we get married? That would be a waste of my research time and even more so as I watched how we both settled in Gravity Falls and then started a small family, with similar results I gradually fell into the same thing: misfortune, sorrow, and suspicion due to the dissatisfaction with the life I was leading. I separated from my spouse to try to have some serenity but nothing, I constantly saw my other self immersed in the memories and torments of his decision, of the intensity of those discussions; about what was said or not said.

When I turned to the other side, my eyes widened when I found myself in front of the same person, they were talking or rather vociferating, it had taken me a moment to process that change so that their words made sense. "Who is going to want to be with someone like you, Stanford!?" Their face was like a slap that burned even before it landed aggrievedly on my face, but I couldn't mutter so shocked by the constant receipt of information "You're a damn selfish man!" they pointed accusation at me while they continued with their argument. Each syllable only served to sharpen the stake and in the end when it stuck in my heart I looked down, it seemed it could never escape me. Something I never asked for.

Then I knew that my insides were questioning and mortifying. Love is such a complicated concept for a mind like me, I have witnessed finite ways to demonstrate it and I can't seem to fully understand it, from my childhood until now, I still think that it is nothing more than frivolities that everyone pretends to know and handle. and then judge those who try to reach it with simplicity.

On many occasions I had witnessed my father's demonstrations towards Stanley and much more aware when they were for me. So many times I heard the expectations, his disappointments or simply his thoughts about us and each time I felt the need to relieve him but without leaving my brother aside, I wanted to be the one who was deserving enough to let me into his vulnerability and let him know that just as he loved me, I loved him. His words...they hurt , they made me feel insufficient and had the same effect on my brother but... I guess it was his way of showing that we were important, that he knew we could be even better.

That's how this person vanished and windows surrounded me to show hundreds of other situations, no matter how different they were, they all ended in disappointment "Do you see what I mean?" Bill finally decided to make his presence again and with an irritated attitude. He stayed in front of my eyes without the windows stopping rotating around us "They wouldn't appreciate you, six fingers. They are the selfish ones, the fatuous ones who couldn't stand someone as genuine as you" with his hands he enlarged one of the windows that remains motionless to show the image "Even before you moved here" my mother appears, then my father, Stanley and other people with whom I once crossed paths "They hurt you but expect you to give everything for them without complaining" he sighs "And that is why this is better for you".

"You have me by your side, I have seen what the others have not" now we moved to the usual space and he made me sit down, a cup of tea in hand "And I feel very lucky that it was you who called me and not a trashy scientist or something like that" he rolled his eyes and I just laughed, I adjusted my glasses with a little push of my index finger and sipped the liquid "I'm the lucky one, Cipher. It is not an everyday occurrence that such an intriguing and wise being decides to respond to my call" I thought the conversation would go to a more pleasant one immediately but Bill just looked at me "You are very important to me, Sixer" I didn't know what to do or say. because of the seriousness with which he said it "I need you... I would love to be in your dimension to spend more time with you, you know?" I stood up to finally be able to say something until his laughter was the next thing "I mean, at this point you are like my family and that is what all those corny things do to someone" I smiled and nodded, amused at his choice of words "Do you also need me as much as I need you, six fingers?"

"I need you, Bill".

Years later, standing on the bow looking out over the vast sea, he meditated while the other Pines was resting. The waves combined with their reflections induced a peaceful state but a hollowness different from the others persisted. The movement reminded him of thoughts and internal debates at his worst, where he let himself be dragged into the darkness and suffer in it.

If he jumped, it was likely that he would find the sense to live, hewas barely visible due to the stars that saw themselves still, the wood under his feet did not creak or seemed to recognize him, a ghost in pain that wanders in the icy night. He took a step closer to the edge but didn't take anything off, the weight would do. But with half his feet suspended and the other half still on the dock he stayed like that. How long did it take until his heart even beat? When he regained consciousness he was in his bed without a shirt or any clothing for his torso, mere soaked socks the only fabric on his body other than the blankets that maintained an acceptable temperature.

The next morning he left the cabin and walked unconsciously into the forest. Some creatures that he had already studied looked out timidly when they saw the afflicted figure of the man, who acted with the nature of a magnet. He arrived at an area where the trees contained peculiar lines that kept following him. Murmurs began to greet him and say nonsense. When he tried to ignore him, he realized where he was standing and froze. Thousands of eyes stared at him without blinking, they did not have an iris so the blackness of the pupil made him more gloomy and as if they were reading his thoughts, they began to manifest throughout him until he was no longer but a cluster of these organs.

He had come to consider removing his eyes, the simple fact of remembering that he had those orbs caused the most unpleasant reactions in his body, the immediate rejection of a similar object in a metaphorical or literal way, in any information format, just like the other geometric figure. What was once a paradise in their home now behaved like hell. His knuckles were still in limited recovery but his mind was an uncertain omen.

Or he would see his wrists that palely denoted something that he had come to hate and he would think that perhaps, with the help of some instruments he could manage to remove those ropes from his entire body, no matter how long or how painful it meant that Bill would not be able to use him never again. And he tried. What did it matter, if he was already alien to any humanity. His mania for sharp things was not discouraged, if there was the possibility of being there, it was, but; of not, did it by force. Like that time, one of the many times.

It was a moment like the other, he was wandering through the forest, now the ardor flamed between the distances from one flora to another, the aberrant calm. His body rocked because his swollen feet tried not to feel his condition, as well as making himself sick until he couldn't take it anymore and sat down against a tree. He removed his glasses to rub his eyelids with the impression of not being lucid. When he opened them, he realized that the tree in front that reached to the heavens was no longer a tree, a block splintered in its place surrounded by other thorns as a replacement. He knelt before standing on his feet and walking until the tips of his shoes touched the messy roots and he got back on his knees, his hands resting on the edge of this circle, how could he see in such detail without his glasses on?

There was no room for that question because he hunched over and brought his face closer…closer…even closer. His skin instinctively repelled his face but the word is there, instinct. Macabre allusion when the fine fabric did not hold for long and spilled on the wood until its anatomy prevented it from breaking, he moved away with complicated motion as some tried to continue in him, and at a slightly considerable distance. Whipping. And the snap didn't take long. Paralyzed it oozed with more current, the thorns appropriated the rest until they swallowed the last piece.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and sheltered his head to check that everything was still together to get out of there without waiting. It was just a dream.

Few interactions with other people made his delusions worse, strangers who were crafty, stupid, lacking in judgment, narcissistic, filthy... he was 100% sure that they reeked of Cipher. But he would not make that 'knowledge' evident, with his hands and elbows on the table he turned his back to the costumers and workers, he knew that they were watching him with that damned smile and those devilish eyes. Disgust to the one who touched his shoulder, his left imprisoned the outer wrist but what he saw was fear in normal pupils and a short circuit occurred within his logic, his face became grim when the woman began to laugh.

Another woman followed a few tables in front, so that like an infection all the faces would lengthen. Without control he imitated, the sweat reflected the terror that the experience gave him, his right hooked half of his face. His nerves had jammed as well as his vocal cords with the same sound quality as a phonograph. At the windows, palms slapped against this surface, their eyes moved quickly and in the opposite direction to the complement of their pair "I still have my eyes on ya, Stanford" they spoke in unison "Too bad you won't have any!" and some of the limbs that were hitting the windows passed through them and lunged at him, with specific emphasis on his eyes. He bent down and pulled the woman so he could leave the establishment.

Was it a good idea to have sent that postcard? It made him an easier target, he didn't know what Bill's supposed henchman could do to find him but if he was under his orders it was common sense that he already knew his location. There was no way to know what tactics he would be able to use. It could even already be at his house and he wouldn't know it.

He was so small next to him, he could fit in the palm of his two-dimensional hand and peel millimeter layer by millimeter layer to do whatever he wanted with the raw materials and waste. Previous enjoyment, at this moment repulsion for what is felt. When he turned the handle and the door gave him permission to enter, everything contained his essence, from the rugs to the money he carried with him. With his chest almost touching one of the tapestries, he wrapped himself up and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance, pressing it to his ribs. and began to rub his face against the fabric. As he raised his head, it was now suspended by his semi-extended arms, he looked at the ceiling and tears flowed. He still needed him.

"Wow" Bill spined his cane while he continued to see me in the mirror "It looks great on you, tiger" I arched my eyebrows without stopping smiling "Really?" I turned my body while taking my eyes off the mirror and adjusted my coat "Do you call me a liar?" he made clicking sounds and helped to adjust the garment "Come on, man…you're pretty much the definition of romantic, Beethoven would be jealous" this made me laugh and I restated my posture now with my fingers adjusting my neck, I had to admit that the costume was quite refined and just as I expected a period costume to feel.

"Ready to go?" he bowed and took off his hat that I reciprocated with another bow, we walked until we reached the place of the event where the most outstanding intellectuals of all time waited with cocktails in hand and chatting with each other. When I entered I had a drink and went to talk to a small group with Bill's company, even with the magnitude of the revelation I did not feel nervous, in fact, I was sure of myself and deep down I did not care what opinions they would give me as soon as the curtain came off.

When the time struck we both took the lead and gave a speech, his jokes were not lacking. When I pulled the curtain and the portal was in sight I heard exclamations, there was a silence until everyone began to applaud and ask its mechanism, my smile was so big that Cipher pushed his elbow against my arm and we only smiled before addressing the others to answer their questions.

When I woke up I didn't wait to stand up and go to work in the portal.

He remembers when his palate caught the improper corroded and pulled his upper lip that showed his red teeth in the mirror, he ran a finger to clean them but did not investigate further, convinced that Bill, by using his body got into a fight and that this was a mixture of his fluids with those of others. There were several times that it was repeated and that he decided to accept his explanation. How much had he done while using his body? For God's sake, the photographs showed him but he was a piece of something bigger, what repulsive things that being must have been capable of.

During the 30 years out of his dimension the thirst for revenge never paled, on the contrary, it grew stronger with each day that he felt his blood boil at every mention of his name. He lived for that, he had to… to see the day when Bill Cipher ceased to be a threat to reality.

But he never expected his defeat to happen in the circumstances in which they occurred. Seeing his brother with his head down and now empty as him, added to his guilt and afflictions, Stanley was always strong, determined and confident in his eyes. The other side of the coin.

The days went as the whole family and even Soos or Wendy helped Stan regain his memory and with that he tried to get his life back, which he now knew Stanley didn't take from him but Bill.

He used to think that he had to give everything to receive the minimum, but when he returned and got forgiveness… love… It was difficult to accept it at first but the night he found old photographs as well as home videos from his childhood that the brothers reminisced about, something changed.

"I can't believe you actually did that," he put his hand on his stomach and laughed, Stanley only crossed his legs and arms before extending his last ones with a failed attempt to look annoyed at the comment "It's pure comedy! A brainiac like you wouldn't understand my developed sense of humor" a blow landed on his twin's shoulder. "It drives ladies crazy" "Oh, I don't doubt it, completely crazy," he nodded mockingly in his way of doing it.

Stan hit him again "Idiot" Ford rubbed himself before returning the blow with greater force, to be fair "Nerd". After a while sleep began to come to them, Ford put his head on the shoulder of his hand while his held the bowl on his lap, and on the verge of succumbing to it he heard "I love you, Ford" a long second passed until the words came out of his mouth "I love you too, Stanley."

People could love him for who he was, not for how deserving he could get that affection.

He continued with his eyes on the wide sea remembering the details of his whole life and with that voice that told him that he was still broken. "Ford, the children are calling us!-- Stan shouted on the other side of the Stan O' War II, "Coming!" so he made his way, but not before stopping and turning to see the sea again, with an inhalation of the salty air he whispered, "I don't need you."

"Hurry up, Poindexter or else I'll throw you overboard" the sound of the seagulls, he pushed his glasses higher and resumed his steps. "Greetings children, how are my favorite kids of all dimensions?", "Uncle Ford!".

[gentrychild]

Honestly if afo doesnt dance and maniacally laugh as he reveals being dfo than i dont want it, Dabi set the standard high (probably only thing Dabi actually managed to accomplish) and if afo cant even touch it let alone cross iy then he's a failure of a Demon Lord

We deserve a whole musical episode for the reveal!

[yanderefarm]

feel free to hit me with the horny stick if need be but um having thoughts about noemie rn and LET ME BREED HIM RN I CANT TAKE IY

honestly go off let your horny thoughts free!!! he deserves to get bred

but also imagine him making like dumb stuffed ham jokes. you should probably gag him

[sylhea-raemi]

OKAY LOOK I KNOW IT'S GONNA COME BUT I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO BE THIS EARLY. WHAT THE FUCK.

maydare tensei monogatari got me reading texts only again and it's for a character named nero pachelbel

[yarnnerdally]

Black and white to color with Mattias 💜

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OF COURSE. Our darling Achroite prince deserves so much love.

Soulmates. It was a foolish notion. Impractical. Frankly, a waste of time. So many noblewomen had claimed to be his soulmate that he had created a penalty for doing just so. He simply couldn't understand why they would try and lie about it in the first place and refused to hear them out. The first time it happened, Matthias wondered if there was something wrong with him. There were multiple different ways one found their soulmate that he had heard of. Some people had a red string that connected them forever to their soulmate. Others could see every color on the spectrum except for the color of their soulmates eyes. Matthias saw no color. Colorblind, apparently, from birth. Cold, gray eyes stared back at him in the mirror, hardly different from the color of his skin or his hair. His coat was a dark gray. The hardy spruce branches that helped to decorate the halls of Achroite castle were hardly different. Apparently they were 'ever-green', but it didn't matter. Things, he mused, would be so much simpler if they were black and white. He hated gray. Up until the day his world bloomed into color. You walked through the doors of the main hall of the castle and it took every ounce of his self control to maintain his composure. Your hair. The beautiful rose brooch keeping your cloak on. Your dress. Your eyes. The color of your lips. It was too much. He barely spoke to you as you were introduced before leaving you to the care of attendants in the hall, his (navy? that's what he'd heard) coat flaring as he nearly stormed out. 'Do not worry, miss. Prince Matthias has a very full schedule today,' he heard one of the servants lie, their voice fading as he kept walking. His brisk pace cautioned others to stay out of his way as he felt his composure slipping. Making it outside to the empty training grounds he finally took a deep breath as he took in the world around him. He closed his eyes and your eyes were seared into his mind. Someone had asked him once what his favorite color was once. He didn't have an answer then. Though, he was sure he knew the answer now.

[sahaquiel43]

My thoughts on IY ships:

Sesskik: OTP. objectively the best ship. best themes. Go read The Rift Between Auras. It also has the best art and the best fandom.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13074118/1/The-Rift-Between-Auras

KogKag: Personal favorite. Love the pure unadulterated passion of it. And theres lots of good content on it. And admittedly….I think it's the sexiest relationship.

InuKag: Wonderful ship, Canon, good, nothing really to say.

MirSan EDIT nope, screw this ship, Inusan is best!: best. It makes sense. I always have some misgivings (Sango deserves better after the shit she’s been through, and Miroku’s antics get unfunny at times, and I like strong women), it sometimes feels a bit disrespectful. But I admit there's a genuine bond; they’re a decent couple. Heck, even the more sexist elements make sense. It’s feudal Japan, literally, the 1500’s even if it’s a fantasy setting. The fact they have 3 kids immediately makes sense. Not bad, but I feel like she deserves better.

EDIT: and it doesn't help that the author basically locked in mirsan from the start with not even the slightest consideration for other possibilities. It's basically a forced ship, for good or bad.

Inusan: UPDATE: I am really starting to like this ship, it suffers from having very little content, but what does exist is intriuging, and its starting grow on me. I would love to see it explored more. Its definitely moved up to one of my top ships.

InuKik: really good ship, it's deep and complex, even in canon, but personally I find it a really good pair with KogKag. Two pairs where everyone is happy!

Sesskagu: a spicy couple, the most common theme being they end up being a sassy couple of assholes, revelling in each other’s evil, but with the undertone of a deeper emotional bond.

Sesskag: I don't like it. one of the more popular ships that I actually have genuine grips with. I can’t get aboard, I don’t like it. They don’t fit well. And I get the feeling that it’s the “sesshomaru fangirl-self-insert ship”. The “badass guy going with the bubbly semi-normal girl.” They don't fit. It almost feels a bit....predatory?

Koh/rin: A really cute relationship, childhood friends.

KagSan: Love their interaction they’re really good friends, and I would love to see more interactions between them. But taking it to the romantic level also is would be great.

Kagkik: would have loved to see more interactions between them, there’s so much chemistry. I like it both as friends and even romantic partners. I just want them both to be happy and get past their angst and issues.

KaguKik: I can definitely see the dynamic, and this one would be 90% romantic. Two lost souls finding a bond with each other.

EDIT: a few extras.

AyaKag: makes no sense, but there's one tumblr Artist that makes really cute art of it. Thumbs up.

InuKog: I can respect it. full disclosure, I'm a guy, so I never was into M/M ships, but I can respect it, probably the most reasonable M/M ship.

Naraku X anymone: nah,, Naraku is "pathetic evil", he's the type that you can't even like for being a "dark badass". He's just an all-around looser, he's literally an Incel. So I don't care for it, but whatever floats your boat.

InuSess: just.....why? And all the content involves some form abuse/rape/nasty stuff.

Sessr*n: No.

[what-if-doctor-who-was-yuri-yaoi]

little doodle of six from project: nexus (by @darubyprincx go scheck iy out) with cat ears bc he deserves them

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hi Love, I’m still trying to figure out how to send the parody all at once because it’s pretty long so bare with me. But I do want to talk about my Stargirl idea, which will be vague as to not spoil the show in case you or anyone reading hasn’t watched it yet and wants to. (as they should!)

(Breakdown of the plot of Stargirl: the shows follows Courtney Whitmore, after moving to a small town when her mom marries her Pat Dugan she finds the Cosmic Staff and is chosen as it’s new wielder. Pat reveals the staff belonged to Sylvester Pemberton aka Starman and Pat was his sidekick know as Stripesy. He is only surviving person from the JSA who were defeated by the ISA years ago. The same night Courtney father was supposed to come and visit her, making he believe Starman is her real father. Courtney believes that the ISA are still out there and need to be stopped despite Pat telling her to leave it alone. She recruits Yolanda as Wildcat, Beth as Dr Mid-Nite, and finds the son of Hourman Rick Tyler. As it turns out the ISA are right under their noses and the new JSA, complete with Pats robot S.T.R.I.P.E they have to take them down.) (Also this show does have a few characters from Young Justice besides Stargirl. Icicle and Icicle Jr though he mainly goes by Cameron who is nothing like the one on YJ. Plus Sportsmaster, Tigress and Artemis are there as well, they are kinda similar but in this one Crusher is a good dad. No Jade tho)

So Blood Binder Readers backstory is the same, the lords of order coming in the night and taking out all but her. But in this universe Kent Nelson knows Reader is there so he rallies the Justice Society of America, the JSA to help him get to Readers dimension and save her. They probably use the Thunderbolt.

Now in this I imagine Reader to be like 4 or 5 at the most and let’s just say she is not okay with this. First there is the slaughter of her family, her people. Now she’s being sucked into a portal and dropped into a room of scary looking people, most have weapons or scary masks so she gets scared. She runs away from them and then encounters Pat, Stripsey, (Starman sidekick who doesn’t get treated with the respect he deserves) who is coming back from a coffee run. Reader sees him, and is like “he’s very dad shaped I can trust him.” And koala clings herself to his leg.

Meanwhile everyone else is running around the brownstone trying to find her and Pat wanders in and is like “I know as a sidekick I’m not supposed to ask questions but I gotta ask…” and lifts up his leg to show Reader.

The rest of them try to get Reader to open up but she refuses. Like if they try to feed her she throws the food in their faces but if Pat gives her a snack she eats it. Also I think this version of her in more chaotic and unknowingly uses her magic to mess with them. She’s not trained yet but her magic likes making their chairs disappear and their coffee to spill on them.

But then the events of the pilot happen and even if Reader didn’t prefer Pat he’s the only one left. So Reader is raised by him and that makes Mike her little brother.

The events of the show start happening and Reader finds Courtney with the Cosmic Staff and is like “she’s going to get herself killed I gotta help this little shit.” Courtney tries to recruit her because of her powers but Reader is very stern about not joining the JSA, she refuses to be on the team that had Dr Fate but doesn’t explain it any further.

As for her powers she’s not very well trained but is still very powerful. She’s spent her whole life with Pat accidentally causing problems because she can’t control her power. She has no one to train her since Kent Nelson died and she doesn’t know any magic users. Normally she just goes to an abandoned place, away from people (so no one gets hurt) just to practice. Still I think she’s randomly using magic that she’s comfortable with, especially to annoy the people she doesn’t like.

I do think she would be able to stop the events of episode ten (iykyk) because she uses illusions to trick Brainwave so they can escape. She doesn’t really plan it or know what she’s doing but does it with ease, proving to the others just how powerful she is.

During the final battle she finally shows how powerful she is. Because she believes in not only herself but the people around her. After the battle is over she agrees to join the team under the condition that she never has to work with Dr Fate. This is an non issue since there isn’t one anymore.

Since the villain in S2 is Eclipso I can see that being interesting too. One of the things Eclipso does in her inside their heads and makes them see their worst nightmares or things that scare them. I think he would use that to make her relive the massacre. This when she reveals her past to the others and the guilt she has about her people’s deaths. And since his powers stem from dark magic this would be a hell of a fight.

Also the Shade is introduced in that season and I can her matching his cryptic energy only she’s wearing a different color scheme and he’s like “the rest of these children get on my nerves. But you I like.” He would be a questionable influence but could help her with dark magic.

Even though a lot of people ship Rick and Beth (they are confirmed cannon) I like Reader and him. Both lost their parents at a young age and have to carry on the legacy but don’t know how to do it. Both tend to be a little reckless despite this. And since I’m S1 Rick wants to kill Solomon Grundy because of him killing his parents, I think Reader wouldn’t bat an eye where as everyone else is trying to stop him. Because she gets it. Also I like the foil of magic vs science.

I hope this made sense without my fangirling getting in the way. But let me know what you think Love💕💕💕💕

Ok so firstly I need to apologize for taking soooo long to respond, I have absolutely no excuse😭😭😭 I love youuu and I'm sorryyyyy

Secondly thanks so much for sending me so many asks and just being so interested, It really does mean alot to me💕💕

And thirdly, damn you really seem to like this show. You kinda had be in the start but when you started explaining s2 I got super confused lmao

I like the idea though, this reader seems much more sure of herself and it's nice to see honestly. And I'm really happy that she has some sort of father/parental figure in this universe cuz my girl really needed one.

This can just be one of the other universes in this mutiverse.

I honestly don't know how we got to this but we're here.

Also I don't know who Rick is but if you tell me that they make a cuteass couple I'll believe you bb. I'm also oddly satisfied that his name is Richardk. Esp w my Dick Grayson obsession. Like how perfect is that?

Sorry again that it took me so long to respond😭😭😭

Sending loads of love your wayyyy💕💕💕💕💕💕

[gunpowder-tim]

*points at you*

(hesitantly) ..doctor who enjoyer? (<- guy who is soo normal about doctor who) (special interest dead :( but I still like it a lot)

so uh. I don't think I've asked you about this before? (my memory is not great. who knows.)

favourite doctor? favourite doctor/companion dynamic? (not a ship just like. them. you understand.) favourite companion? favourite series? favourite episode? have you watched any classic? favourite torchwood character? (if you've watched it)

I'm just throwing questions at you now you dont have to answer all of them. alternatively ramble about it for as long as you want, don't feel restricted by the questions

yes! dw enjoyer!!! i mean im not up to date w it & i prefer the spin off shows but jdgsjdhd fav doctor has to be tennant bc hes the one i saw first like that one i started watching, best doctor compantion dynamic is so obviously tenth/donna bc. donna. im not sure abt my fav companion overall bc theyre all different in their own ways and like. yeagh. (i would say captain jack but. ifk if he counts jdhdjdbd) i dont think i have a fav seties but fav episode is the one which is that big crossover one where theres rose & sarah jane & torchwood in iy its fucking amazing. i havent watched any classic bc i wasnt sure where to find it but i might now bc its on bbc iplayer now i think(?) and UAGH. ianto jones my fucking beloved. im still mad u died </3 u didnt fucking deserve that

and also torchwood miracle day is. interesting concept but. uagh so fucking poorly executed and rex becoming immortal at the end and fucking. the blonde one uuhh ester(?) shouldnt have fucking died either!!!! although gwen is badass as hell in that season and so fucking valid for her to be mad at jack but still caring about him bc they have such a weird fucking relationship and it had to have gotten weirder after literally everyone else died uagh. torchwood.