#he is both. a cinnamon roll and has the potential to use it as a lethal weapon.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

ignore the year-old art bUT THIS IS THE TRUEST POST ON THE WORLD WIDE WEB.

Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Chas Chandler

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Eric Burdon

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Hilton Valentine, Dave Rowberry

Looks like they could kill you and can actually kill you: Alan Price

Can kill you with a cinnamon roll: John Steel

[ushiwakatrash]

The Bakusquad as Roommates

A/N: Hey babes, it's been a while! I've been so busy will college so I really couldn't write. But, yeah, I'm (kinda) back <3333

!Warning!: smoking (weed too)

According to the new rules, UA has decided to place two people per room.

(This deviates from the original plot line)

See the Dekusquad version here.

Bakugou Katsuki 爆豪 勝己

Did not like the thought of sharing his space with someone random but as per UA's orders, what choice did he have?

Very clean and very strict about house rules

Will constantly nag about how you can't do chores right

Your first weeks were a disaster. He was so scary and so intimidating, you thought he was the concentrated essence of evil

He's blunt and mean, but you figure out he just has a hard time expressing himself

One morning, he cooked breakfast for you but went with lame excuses like "I accidentally cooked too much." or "You look dead so fuckin' eat!"

Since then you went along with his shitty excuses and used them when giving him dinner

"Bakugou, you can have this 'cause I don't feel like eating anymore." or "They looked good so I bought twice as much for, uh, no reason at all."

Seeing your efforts in trying to be a good roomie, he warmed up to you eventually

Now y'all just argue like an old couple

Kirishima Eijirou 切島 鋭児郎

Looks tough, but he’s the sweetest guy you’ve ever met.

A literal angel

Day 1: friends

Day 2: besties

Day 3: you would take a bullet for him

He’s kinda messy and his punching bag takes a lot of space but hey, no one’s perfect

He always waits for you before he eats, and always saves you a plate when you’re running late because of extra training

You seek each other for comfort. Especially when Kiri feels insecure about how his quirk isn’t flashy or how he thinks it won’t make him a top hero one day

You, of course, would never want or let him think that way. It will never be a chore to remind him how he’s so strong and sturdy and how his muscles are hot

You know how much potential he has so if you have to repeat it a thousand times again and again, so be it

MUST PROTECT THIS CINNAMON ROLL

Kaminari Denki 上鳴電気

Had the idea of the old ‘bucket of water on top of the door’ prank as a big welcome to his roomie

What he didn’t calculate is that you have very sharp and fast reflexes.

Before the bucket falls on you, you hit it and the water splashes on Denki

Both of you were stunned at first but you recovered quickly and said “feeling cold, sparky?” with such a smug smirk

His face instantly got red and he stormed out of the room with comical tears shouting ‘MEANIE!!’

An hour later he returns, 2 popsicles in his hands. He hands you one as an apology and both of you reconcile, even if it’s his entire fault

You both get in trouble for blasting heavy metal at 3 in the morning MULTIPLE TIMES

The two of you made an agreement to do this ritual with headphones on because Mr. Aizawa had threatened to make you switch rooms

Sero Hanta 瀬呂範太

Ah, the potheads unite

It was a secret that you tried to keep under wraps since but the your roomie figured you out instantly

At first you both just shared vapes, trying out different flavors the both of you would buy

until you saw a bag in the bathroom that had an oh so familiar scent

You confronted Sero about it but he just gave you a 'what's the big deal' look so you shrugged it off

a few nights later he invited you for a session and you obliged, only if he kept it hush

this has been a routine since you could remember and Aizawa has never suspected you. I don't know about Mr. tape man though.

Ashido Mina 芦戸 三奈

There was no adjustment period for the both of you whatsoever

You both became instant besties and shared EVERYTHING

from skincare to clothes to maybe thongs at times but hey, girls do that shit

As if being roommates wasn't enough, you still hung out after class hours

Mina has been your greatest support system especially with boy trouble

Break a man's heart and she's as proud as any mother could be

Your heart is broken? A tub of ice cream and shitty movies are ready for you

She loves you like her own sister and constantly worries for you

Honestly the best roomie in town

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

[splendsay]

COD FF // Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 40: Together

THIS ONE IS CUTE I hope u like it

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Callsign: Sunshine // Chapter 40: Together

Rating: 18+ !!MDNI!! Chapters: 40/? WC: 105,511 Pairing(s): TF141 x F!Reader (You) Chapter Warnings: Explicit language, mild sexual content Chapter Excerpt (🚨spoilers!!🚨):

When you wake, the walls of your room are painted in a hazy, rose golden glow. Birds chirp softly outside your window. Your vision is a little bleary, your eyes crusted halfway closed. Your heartbeat drums lightly between your ears as you unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth. 

You are exceptionally warm, despite the palpable chill in the air. There's a solid presence at your back -- Simon. Another at your front, and somewhat beneath you -- Soap, you realize, looking up at him. His mouth is open slightly, a small snore emanating from him every time he breathes in. His lashes are dark against his skin. Your cheek is pressed into the crook of his shoulder, while his hand rests between your thighs. 

Simon's arm is draped over your waist. His gentle, warm breaths on your neck float evenly in and out. In and out. 

It's decidedly intimate, on both ends, and it takes you a second to register it as a thing that's actually happening. It feels like a dream. You think, for a moment, it might be. This lovely little cocoon. 

You dip your chin to peer downward, trying to ground the mix of sights and sounds and sensations, and blink in surprise -- at Simon's hand on Soap's stomach. You watch as it moves up and down, over and over, and smile to yourself. 

No, even your best dreams don't quite feel like this. Realization dawns, as reliably as the sun. Clarity seeps through you, like rain in the earth. 

You'd slept through the night. Together. With the two of them. They slept together. On either side of you. And they...they're still sleeping. 

You listen to their chorus of slow, steady inhales and exhales.

You're very aware of your heart. It feels tight. Too big for the space. Not so much like a tar-filled rock masquerading as a gemstone at the moment. More like -- a hot air balloon. Light and colorful and full of potential. Somehow simple and complex all at once. More capacity than feels possible. 

You want, more than anything, to protect that feeling. Preserve it. You're just not really sure how. 

You certainly don't dare move. You don't want to disturb them. Or this...weightlessness...you stumbled into. 

But Soap moves suddenly, rolling to face you. You sink onto the pillow as he pulls himself closer -- sandwiching you more firmly between either man's chest. They both have arms across your body now, side-by-side atop your midsection. Simon reacts to the shift by curling you both in toward his body, like a cat might cover their face with their paws, and both men sigh, rustling your hair. 

You giggle a little incredulously -- just a whisper -- and breathe in that smell of a snow-dusted forest. A Christmas wreath bedecked with those cinnamon pinecones you used to be able to buy at the grocery store. 

It's funny how they're such perfect compliments to one another. How, together, they form a sensory backdrop to all your sweetest memories. Your favorite dreams. 

A question and an answer. 

You...you really love them. More than anything. You love them both. You're not quite sure how you got here. Well, maybe you are. The horrible and never-ending cascade of worse and worse experiences probably has something to do with it. 

But, maybe that doesn't really matter. Maybe it was worth it. 

Maybe all that matters is the here and now. Maybe all that matters is the simplicity of the moment you currently occupy. The intersection of space and time that allows you to lay between the bodies of two people that have proven over and over and over again they'd do anything for you. Would protect you from the gravest of harms. 

How many people can say they're so lucky?

And maybe you're a terrible person for loving it. You certainly still don't feel like you deserve it. But maybe you don't need to deserve it to enjoy it. To appreciate it. 

And you do. You do appreciate it. And in return...

You'd move literal mountains for them. Pick the mountains up, rock by fucking rock, and carry them across the world. You'd crawl to hell and back a thousand times. Would rip yourself apart, limb by limb, piece by piece. Destroy everyone else around you. Set fire to the world, if it meant their safety. Their happiness.

The mere thought of something happening to either of them makes you feel wild. Feral. Daring. 

A sharp inhale just above your head draws your attention away from the nonexistent threat in your mind -- to Soap, whose eyes are now open. He doesn't make to move away, he just -- blinks. As though he's trying to get Simon's face to come into focus. 

You wiggle the fingers of the hand resting against his chest, drawing those impossibly blue orbs down to you. He doesn't otherwise move -- rigid as a board. You smile softly. Placatingly. 

"Hi," you breathe. 

..................................................................... Links to: Spotify Playlist Full Fic

[dustofthedailylife]

hi i have a funny roommate idea!

martial artist!reader brings a lot of potentially comedic scenarios to mind tee hee

-reader coming home covered in bruises and kaveh FREAKS the fuck out while alhaitham has vivid visions of how to best ruin someone's life

-a friend from their class/team/idk whatever sees them in public and starts a friendly sparring session out of nowhere (my instructor used to tell us that if he saw us in public he would put us in a chokehold and see if the training kicks in, lol)

-them inviting a friend over and one or more of the boys walks in on someone being pinned

-them offering to teach one of the boys some moves and the other walks in on someone being pinned

-hey why do you have so many weapons in your closet?

-some npc harrasses reader and they get to see the the poor soul either get kicked into a wall or thrown down so hard it realigns their spine

-a little bit of friendly roughhousing aND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO STRONG???

-and my favorite trope, doesn't even have to be martial artist reader: they grab onto one of the boys in their sleep and good luck, bc reader is a bear trap. you're staying here until they wake up.

-oh, how can i forget, the classic "oh my god i've never seen them in revealing clothing and they are ?!?!??"

-crushing a watermelon between their thighs also

[-> Roommate AU brainrots]

omg this is too funny 😂😭

Kaveh would totally be hysteric when you come home with bruises and Alhaitham would just watch the entire thing and listens in. 100% thinking about who he needs to murder and already trying to formulate a plan lol!

And if someone attacked you in public like that Kaveh would freak the fuck out, probably just throwing Mehrak in the way. And Alhaitham would already summon his sword and some light mirrors - you'd probably have to calm him down and tell him it's okay. Or you just kick ass and indirectly tell them that they don't need to protect you with that 😂

Being pinned by your training partner and they think they walk into a compromising situation and then noping out of the room. Kaveh would 100% ask you about who that was later though. Alhaitham would try to find out on his own through connections.

The friendly roughhousing makes me think of Alhaitham jokingly putting you in a chokehold after you've been teasing him all day. Fast forward to him getting flung over your shoulder and on the carpet in the blink of an eye. You can't stop saying sorry while he lies on the floor groaning while Kaveh is laughing his ass off in the background.

And with the sleeping hugs? They'd both get flustered, let's be real. Alahaitham is hard to fluster but, dang even he would be red in the face. And Kaveh... he's a cinnamon roll, of course, he is a blushing mess.

And yes, imagine just wearing a loose shirt in the morning and not wearing any pants (except for underwear) and it just fries their brain. Or some clothes you go out with (Reader's choice what it is) and it shows your collarbones/chest partly and they just completely lose their mind. Your outfit and you are on their mind for the rest of the night. They might just throw you a compliment for it later in the hopes you'd wear something like that more often.

[myemuisemo]

Is there a gas leak at Baskerville Hall? I am so frustrated with my cinnamon roll Dr. Watson in chapter VIII of The Hound of the Baskervilles. We've suddenly gone epistolary, which fits the Wilkie Collins mood of all the derring-don't. and Watson has. lost. his. mind.

Selden the Murderer has either "got clean away" or been lurking in a neolithic hut, occasionally tackling and gnawing sheep for nourishment. (Here's Grimspound, as an example of neolithic huts.) Given that Baskerville Hall and Merripit Hall are both sparsely staffed (and Lafter Hall may be as well), Selden could just move into a disused wing and pilfer pies from the kitchen.

Mr. Frankland of Lafter Hall is nothing like the modern MP I expected (which is not Watson's fault), being instead a "choleric" old man who enjoys bringing law suits. "Apart from the law he seems a kindly, good-natured person," Watson says, thereby lining up with the legions of men who've refuted claims that a fellow man is awful by saying well, but he's always nice to me.

It would not in the least surprise me if Mr. Frankland had a long-term plan regarding property rights in Devon, and Watson just never thought to ask.

Speaking of asking, directly inquiring of Barrymore whether he got the telegram seems pointless because:

If he was up to no good, he knows he needs to lie and will.

If he isn't up to no good, his true answer will be exactly the same as if he were lying.

Meanwhile, because Mrs. Barrymore is a stolid, muscular sort of woman, nobody asks what overwhelming grief has her sobbing in the night. Watson does entertain the idea that her husband is a "domestic tyrant," but he does nothing about it.

Our old friend James Mortimer drops by with a skull he dug up because of course he desecrates graves. To be fair, grave robbing for cadavers to use in medical school was still done in the 1880s, so Mortimer wouldn't feel the kind of ick that we do. (Here's an article from Smithsonian and also a tangentially relevant article on how, in the U.S., it was usually Black cadavers that were disrespectfully obtained.) Since Mr. Frankland intends to sue Mortimer over this, perhaps Frankland does have an enlightened agenda that he's working toward, one brief at a time.

Where is Mrs. Mortimer? Sir Henry and Dr. Watson are entertaining Mr. Stapleton and Miss Stapleton somewhat regularly. it would seem little trouble to make it six at the dinner table and have another woman to accompany Miss Stapleton to the parlor for tea while the gentlemen remain at the dining table to pass port and cigars.

Meanwhile, previously daffy and harmless butterfly-chaser Jack Stapleton has developed "a dry glitter in his eyes, and a firm set of his thin lips, which goes with a positive and possibly a harsh nature." I feel like Watson is struggling to find a new man to focus on, now that his recent crush, Sir Henry Baskerville, is showing interest in the "exotic" Beryl Stapleton.

Watson is troubled that Beryl is seen to "continually glance at him [Stapleton] as she talked as if seeking approbation for what she said." WATSON. He's her brother. She's a woman in 1889. Yes, they might be hiding a terrible secret, but she also has no real power to do anything without her brother's approval. Watson hangs on the tiniest potential clues of a rocky family relationship for the beauteous Beryl but downplays big, flashing red signs saying FAMILY TROUBLE HERE from Mrs. Barrymore.

One would imagine that such a match would be very welcome to Stapleton, and yet I have more than once caught a look of the strongest disapprobation in his face when Sir Henry has been paying some attention to his sister. 

WATSON. What did Beryl do the minute she met you? Thinking you were Sir Henry, she told you to flee the moor. If her brother is up to something nefarious, of course he doesn't want her talking to Sir Henry. If she's merely superstitious, there's still the danger she'll drive away the only nearby gentry to batten on for dinners and socializing.

Maybe Beryl isn't that into Sir Henry but feels she can't say anything without ruining her only opportunity to socialize at all. I mean, it'd be gothic af to reveal that she's actually Stapleton's wife and maybe also the daughter of Rodger Baskerville, but there are other, simpler explanations for a little tension in the air.

In the vein of simpler explanations, Watson finds Barrymore skulking about Baskerville Hall in the wee hours of the night. "[T]here was something indescribably guilty and furtive in his whole appearance." Yes, Watson: because it's two in the morning. Everyone looks guilty at two in the morning, padding about trying not to wake anyone up.

Barrymore appears to be signaling with a candle from a window, which could be hound-related or Selden-the-murderer-related but could also have the simple, traditional explanation of smuggling.

Watson and Sir Henry have a plan to investigate this. I do not feel at all sanguine about their abilities to do anything other than blunder about, tripping over each other and shooting at the shadows.

If Sherlock Holmes suddenly appeared, having been disguised as Perkins the groom, the elderly Merripit Hall butler, or even one of the moor sheep, I would be so relieved.

This is one of those weeks when I viscerally understand how there was a huge Holmes fandom all discussing, arguing, and predicting between installments.

[karlachismylife]

character thing with the pookie Gale, please and thank you luv

Yay, finally got my hands on this one, thank you for asking! Don't talk much about him here either, but that doesn't mean I don't love him dearly ^^

Here's Gale of Waterdeep, the autistic wizard that somehow has captured hearts of all lesbians I know. I'll get to the bottom of it one day, I swear.

favorite thing about them

Easy, it's Tara :D On the serious note, though, I think it's his sense of humour. I swear, I wanted to dislike him, but he's fucking hilarious, smart, snarky, sarcastic and sometimes so cleverly subtle. It is so easy to fall in love with peopl that make you laugh, and boy does Gale make me laugh a lot. I do think that it's his smarts and knowledge showing themselves through other means than just magic mastery and trivia knowledge. It takes brains to be that kind of funny. Also this makes him so human, how could that man ever think he can detach himself to the point of godhood?

least favorite thing about them

He seems to have a hard time of letting go of toxic things, and I'm not just talking about Mystra, but also his ambitions that showed several times that they don't always bring him the best. It's just frustrating to watch when you see such a smart person be so stupidly stubborn.

favorite line

"Stop licking the damn thing!"

He's got many great lines, but the delivery of this one is just. Impeccable.

brOTP

Gale x Karlach. They sure do roast each other, but perhaps the overall lack of sass and also her cinnamon roll friendliness help Gale showcase he isn't an unbearable ass all the time. Also I just always love a dynamic of two characters with some vivid gaps in erudition and knowledge (don't wanna say "intelligence", because they both are adorably dumb sometimes, but yeah). The book smarts VS street smarts, you know? I think they take great care of each other as friends.

OTP

Gale x Lae'zel. Hands down. They are so fucking different (apart from the fact that they're both potentially autistic, lol), and no one can understand how the fuck they ended up together, and that's the best part. Hell, even they do not understand. Even putting my absolute favourite "a strong woman that hides her cheering supportuve man behind her back as she slices through 200 enemies" dynamic aside, they have a lot to bond over (you know. awful exes. seeking your own path after leaving them.), plus a lot to learn from each other. She never stops being an exciting wonder and a source of strength to him, he never ceases to inspire her curiousity and appreciation for things outside her warrior path. And they're the weirdest, embarassing, most accepting parents ever. Their kiddo's gonna be teased, but will deliver the nastiest verbal and physical burns. They're so proud of their child.

Gale wants at least two more.

Also Lae'zel would think it's hot that he likes her musk :D

nOTP

Yada yada, I reject the concept of nOTPs, but toxic stuff upsets me, so Gale x Mystra and such won't do.

random headcanon

He has easily irritable skin, prone to rashes and acne, and sometimes forgets to take care of himself and suffers from that ouchie itching for days. Tara usually reminds him to use them herbal remedies and do some clay face masks twice a week :3 His hair, on the other hand, stays model perfect in any circumstances. Maybe there's some magic sprinkled in, hm...

unpopular opinion

Man, I don't even know... I guess it's not as much an opinion, but even despite the fact that he grew on me so fast and strong, he's still among my least preferred to romance companions? He's just a little too frustrating for me to be able to stay with him constantly, and the fact that he's monogamous and pretty clingy in general just is not the most attractive to me. So like. My unpopular opinion is that he's not that hot. I guess.

song i associate with them

Queen's "Princes of the Universe". I think it's between the whole universe/weave/stars imagery and Gale's clear ambition to be a god (which is kinda being a prince/king/ruler of the universe, right?). Also zap zap lightning bolts (in Highlander, I mean).

favorite picture of them

Hm. That's a tough one. He does look real good almost all the time. I guess I'll take the one scene where he first shares about the orb, it glows so beautiful... poor baby.

Thank you for asking about him :3 He's a good guy, I know that. He just needs to know that too.

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter sixty-six // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 4.1k warnings for this chapter: none, but Christmas??? if that triggers you at all

my lovely beta reader 💕 banner credit @cafekitsune

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Six:

Christmas day starts just like any other winter day here at the cottage. Thomus and I keep each other warm under the covers at night, so in the morning the first thing I do is start the fire in the living room. Then it’s over to the kitchen to make my family’s usual Christmas day breakfast of cinnamon rolls, although I have to make them from scratch because the Wizarding World has yet to discover the magic of canned dough. I put on a Christmas compilation record, hoping it’ll put me in the holiday mood.

Thomus gets up later than I do, and he finds me shoving cookies into little Christmas themed plastic gift bags I’d found in a drawer when I first tore through the kitchen. Cookies into one bag with the cherry pie bar in one of its own, both twist-tied together. 

He pours himself some coffee and rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he studies my spread. “How many of those are you making?”

“What do you mean?” I ask. 

“I only mean there’s not that many of us.”

I look down as I finish bag number 7. I’m only half way done. “Something tells me you’re forgetting the House Elves under your quote unquote ‘employ’,” I say. “I don’t want to leave them out.”

He sits down at the table, sliding his mug into the only available space. “You have a real knack for making me feel like a self-absorbed git.”

I shrug. “That, my friend, is empathy, probably laced with a bit of guilt, too.”

He snorts softly and shakes his head, raising his mug to his lips. “And a Happy Christmas to you, too.”

I give a tight-lipped smile, still not actually feeling very happy today - despite the music. “Happy Christmas.”

“Did you open your gift?” he asks, and that makes me pause.

“What gift?”

Thomus gets up from the table and brings back the box he’d placed next to the tree last night. As he hands it to me, I notice my name scribbled in a corner. I lift away the lid and pull back some tissue paper to reveal an Olympus OM-1 film camera. It’s bright and shiny, the body small in comparison to its lens. 

I slowly run a finger over the silver plating and glance up at him shyly. He's patiently watching me, waiting for a response, and I'm anxious because I'm not quite sure how to respond. “I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

“Don’t be,” he says quickly, seeming genuine. “There isn’t much you could give me.” He nabs my favorite cookie, popping it into his mouth, and groaning after a few chews. “Actually you should make me a batch of these.”

I can’t help but let out a small smile. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He stretches an arm to the island counter, where the cinnamon rolls are, and plucks one off the plate. “I got an owl from Astor this morning. He’s invited us to a gathering tomorrow.”

“A gathering?”

Thomus nods, taking a bite. “You know, for Christmas. A small one.”

I internally sigh. “I’m assuming he wants me to serve?”

“No, actually. According to his letter, you’re a regular guest.”

I raise my eyebrows in disbelief and my tone doesn’t betray any actual excitement. “How nice.”

~*~

When I get ready for Christmas dinner at the Manor, I make sure to cover the dark veiny lines around my eyes with foundation underneath my winged eyeliner. Thomus said he told Narcissa that I had my sight and voice again, but I’m not sure how much truth she actually has. 

I dress in a burgundy blouse with an open black sweater and meet Thomus on the landing. He’s wearing a black suit jacket with a dark green sweater underneath. I don’t resist my urge to reach out and touch the fabric. It’s soft and feels so good on his chest, especially when I snake my arms under his jacket and press my cheek to it in a hug. His arms go around my shoulders and squeeze me against him. I breathe in his apt smell of pine and cedar.

I don’t feel so alone when I’m hugging him, listening to him breathe and his heartbeat steadily under my ear. 

“Darling?” he murmurs after an admittedly very long moment. 

“Hm?” I hum without moving an inch.

“Narcissa doesn’t easily forgive tardiness.”

I sigh, letting out the faintest whine before pulling away. “Okay.”

Before we leave, I dig through my backpack for my little bag of jewelry. It mostly holds my stretchy plastic chokers, but I pull out a silver locket. It’s small and oval with a floral design etched onto the front. Thomus doesn’t question me about it as he watches me put it on. 

When we step into the Manor, I feel a little awkward with the basket full of Christmas treats. I’ve never been good at gift-giving. My anxiety tends to tell me that whatever gift I’ve thought of, won’t be good enough. But those thoughts vanish when we meet Narcissa in a small dining room. After a hug in greeting, her face lights up when I give her a bag of the baked goods.

“Thank you, dear,” she gushes. “You baked these yourself? They look delicious.”

I pull another out and set it on the table for Hermione. “I’m going to visit the kitchen.” I don’t look at either of them and book it out the door before Thomus can protest. I find the elves hard at work, busy completing the finishing touches for our dinner. 

“Miss!” Mippy says, bouncing over to me in the doorway. “Happy Christmas, Miss!”

I smile down at her and hold up the basket. “Happy Christmas to you, too, Mippy. I baked for you guys.”

Mippy lets out a delirious squeal and her voice shakes like she’s going to cry. “M-miss b-aked for M-mippy? And Remmy? And -”

“Yes,” I blush, a bit flustered by such a reaction as I place the basket on their table. “There’s a bag for everyone.”

Murmurs of excitement burst around the room and Mippy’s the loudest of them all. “Miss is so kind and generous and thoughtful -”

“I hope you enjoy them,” I say quickly, and send a smile to the room without making too much eye contact. “See y’all later.”

Hermione's arrived when I return to the dining room and we pull each other into a big hug. 

Dinner is an almost somber affair. Thomus and I sit next to each other, while Hermione is across from me and Narcissa is at the end of the table. Not for the first time, I can tell Narcissa’s putting on a smile for us and as I eye her, I notice her clothes fit a little looser than they had the last time I saw her. 

“Have you heard from Draco at all?” I ask her, hoping it’s not too sensitive of a topic. Immediately her face saddens and I regret ever speaking. 

She answers me anyway. “The last correspondence I received from him personally was to inform me he wouldn’t be home for Christmas. The Dark Lord anticipates an attack on Zurich in the new year, so he and a select few have been asked to remain on guard.”

“I’m sorry he can’t be here,” I say. “It must be really hard without both of them.”

“I do miss them terribly,” she says, a tear beading in her eye. “However -” She reaches over and grabs my hand from my lap and covers Hermione’s on her other side. “I’m grateful to have all of you here.”

I squeeze her hand in return, nodding. “It’s a nice little… distraction,” I say, and speaking of… “Thomus told me you’re planning a New Year’s Eve party?”

This new topic launches both her and Thomus into a tangent, the kind that feels as if I’ve just popped in during the middle of a conversation. There’s something about a particular pureblood seamstress being booked up, or the elves having trouble procuring ingredients for certain dishes that before the war would have been readily available. Then there’s the matter of security - of which Thomus is taking the lead. Apparently with so many Death Eaters and their ‘elite’ society in one place, guests have expressed concerns about being vulnerable to an attack. Hermione and I sit in silence, absorbing all of this information. 

“Thankfully we don’t have to secure the perimeter for the Lots,” Thomus comments. “I don’t even want to think about the logistics for that feat. We only have you two to worry about that night.”

I nearly choke on my apple cider. “I’m going?” Then I look at Hermione and gesture between us. “We’re going?”

When I bring my eyes to Thomus, he looks hesitant. “Granger is yes,” he says. “We believe it best to have her out in plain view where we can keep an eye on her.”

I nod. “Okay, yeah, sure, but what does that have to do with me?”

“On that particular issue, Thomus and I disagree,” Narcissa says, giving him a stern look. “But the issue is tabled for now, especially on Christmas.”

“If it makes a difference, I don’t think I’d like to go,” I say with an apology on my face. “I’m sure it’s going to be very grand, but if I have the option…” I shake my head.

Narcissa smiles at me and lifts her gaze to Thomus. “I believe you have your answer.”

My eyes turn to Thomus as well, curious. He meets them briefly before dropping them down to his dinner plate. His mouth is turned down in a sour expression before a muscle in his jaw ticks and the look is gone. Why does he want me to go?

I take another sip of my drink, desperately wishing it was spiked with something. 

“That’s a beautiful necklace,” Narcissa says and my eyes bounce up to Hermione before I realize she’s talking to me. “Is it a locket?”

Reflexively my fingers go up to the locket, feeling the texture of the design. I give a soft smile and nod. “A friend of mine gave it to me a few years back.” My other hand comes up to pry it open, careful not to touch the tiny portraits inside. “It’s a picture of that friend and my family.”

“That’s lovely,” Narcissa murmurs when I press it closed with a little snap. 

My throat feels tight and I try to swallow around the lump in it. “Yeah,” I croak, my breaths suddenly shaky and loud. I speak softly to hide the emotion in my voice. “Sorry.”

“Oh, you have nothing to apologize for, dear,” she says. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, I take it?”

I nod and sniffle. “Yeah, about… three years, I think.” I force myself to take a steady deep breath and plaster a smile on my face. “But it’s fine. I’m fine. You know how it is.”

She nods, looking ready to ask more, but I interject with, “Is there still a lot to do for the party?”

If she can tell I purposefully changed the subject, she doesn’t show it. Narcissa launches into a whole list of tasks she and Thomus have left. I try to focus on what she says, but if I’m being honest, it just goes in one ear and out the other. 

While she speaks, Thomus slides his hand over to the one in my lap. His hand is a bit cold and I turn my palm up to clasp his fingers between mine.

~*~

After dinner, we walk back out to the main hall. Thomus and Narcissa are discussing their immediate plans for the Gala while Hermione and I trail behind them. I loop my arm under hers and slow our pace. 

“How’s your research been going?” I ask, my voice low. 

Her brown eyes are alight with excitement. “I believe I’ve cracked it.”

I squeeze her arm, angling my body towards her. “Really? That’s awesome.”

“I’m ready to run tests, only…” she looks down, then up at Narcissa and Thomus, ensuring they’re paying us no attention, before leaning in to whisper, “Would you happen to have your wand?”

Regret rises from my belly and spreads all over my face. “No, I don’t.”

She sighs, disappointed. I am, too. “I saw you had your necklace, so I’d hoped -”

“I know,” I murmur. “I thought he’d go through my bag, so I left it in my vault. I didn’t think I’d need it.”

Hermione tilts her head. “Does he know your necklace is a…?”

I shake my head.

“So was it you or Thomus who broke the curse?”

“Well, technically it’s not broken,” I explain as we come to our destination. I keep her close and whisper. “Its effects are just being suppressed by my magic. The suppression potions don’t work on me anymore.” 

Her eyes widen. “Really? That would -”

“Alder, let’s go,” Thomus calls from across the room. “We have one more stop to make.”

I sigh heavily and give him a look, he’s standing by the front door. “Really? On Christmas?”

“Especially,” he snaps. “Let’s go.”

I pull Hermione into a hug. “We’ll figure it out, okay?’

She nods and hugs me back before we let go. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

I rush through a goodbye to Narcissa, feeling pressured as Thomus stands with his hands in his pockets. 

We get outside and I shiver, not prepared for the frigid air. “You couldn’t have told me we were going somewhere else? I don’t have a jacket.”

It’s dark out, so I don’t see him pull out his wand and summon his cloak. He settles it around my shoulders and I pause, knowing he’s going to expect to fasten the clasp himself as he usually does. 

“It’s like I have you trained,” he remarks once he finishes and pulls the hood over my head. 

“Well, what can I say? You’re getting predictable,” I tease.

Thomus chuckles as his palms encase my cheeks, holding me still as his mouth descends on mine. His quick kiss tastes of the coffee he had with our pumpkin pie dessert. 

~*~

Thomus Apparates us to a secluded woodsy spot behind a playground. It’s snowing here and there’s already a blanket of it covering the ground. With the snow and street lamps, it’s not quite as dark as the Manor. Thomus takes my hand and guides me down a residential street that branches off with rows and rows of identical townhomes. When I think of searching for a street name, in an attempt to discern where we are, the only one I see is Privet Drive - which tells me nothing.

He pauses under a street lamp with a bus stop and a phone booth. It’s not the classic London version, but a more modern design with unpainted metal and long window panes. 

“I assume you know how to operate one of these,” he says, his hand disappearing into his pocket. He pulls out a small leather pouch and places it in my hand. 

“The bus stop?” I ask incredulously. 

His hand comes up to the back of my elbow as he steers me towards the booth. “No, the telephone.”

My heart begins to race. “W-what? Why?”

He reaches for the handle of the collapsible door and pushes it aside. “To call home.”

I turn to face him, nearly panting with shock. “What?”

“Consider it a Christmas gift,” he says. I feel his hand at my back, urging me inside, but I plant my feet. 

“Just like that?” I ask. “No conditions?”

“I assume you know the obvious one.” He gives me a stern look, meeting eyes. “Don’t give any hints or clues about your… reality.”

I press my lips together and nod, trying not to panic about what I’m even going to say.

I step inside the booth and Thomus closes the door, leaving it open a few inches as he leans against the frame, hands tucked into his pockets. 

With shaking fingers, I start pulling out the No-Maj coins from the pouch he handed me. Calls to the US are expensive, so I put in every single one. I pick up the handset and press the cold plastic to my ear, listening to the slightly deeper dial tone. I’ve only had to do this once, when I first arrived and my phone didn’t work.

With a deep breath, I punch in the numbers and wait. 

It rings and rings. My eyes wander around the booth, taking in the area code poster and emergency numbers, some call for a good time markings up the metal frame. I should’ve known they won’t pick up the phone for a number they don’t recognize. 

But then there’s a click and I hear my mother’s voice. “Melisa?”

My throat is tight again and I force myself to breathe out. “Hi, Mom.” 

“I wondered who else could be calling today - already had a chat with your Aunt Susan, and with grandma passing away last year - as soon as it said Surrey, I knew,” she says. Fat tears spring to my eyes just listening to her talk, hearing her voice. I put my hand over the receiver as I fight for control over my sobs. “Haven’t heard from you in a while, honey.”

I sniffle and force deep breaths, making sure my voice won’t shake before I pull my hand away. “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry. My phone shattered and no one I’m around uses them and I just haven’t gotten around to replacing it. I’m calling from a payphone near my apartment. What time is it there? I’m not calling too late, am I?”

“Oh no, it’s only about 7 o’clock here. Your brother and I have just been watching the new Doctor Who season - “

“Is that Melisa?” I hear my dad say in the background. 

“Yes, dear. Your dad wants to talk to you, Melisa.” 

“Okay,” I say. I hear her attempt to pass the phone, but my dad mumbles something about putting the phone on speaker.

“Hey, Melisa! How are ya'?” he says and my heart squeezes hearing the excitement in his voice. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry,” I say, repeating the same spiel. 

“That newspaper must be working you like a dog if you can’t find time to call your dear old Dad,” he says and I manage to chuckle. 

“Yeah, I’m crazy busy, but I love it.”

“Well that’s good. They paying you enough? They should, for all that hard work you’re doin’.”

“Yes, Dad, I’m doing just fine,” I say. “How’ve you been? How’s Ben?”

“I’m doin’ alright,” he says. He starts listing various projects he’s had to work on about the house and the latest issue with my mom’s truck, something about the transmission. I use the time to focus on calming my shaking breaths.

I hear Ben’s voice give a faint “Hi, Melisa”.

“He’s almost saved enough for that down payment on the house he’s been looking at,” my dad says for him.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask. “What kind of house?”

My brother definitely responds, but he’s talked over by an electronic voice announcing I have one minute left.

“I have to go,” I say, failing to keep the sadness out of my voice. “I used all my coins.”

“Well, Merry Christmas, honey,” Mom says. 

“And we miss you,” my dad chimes in. “You need to call us more.”

“I’ll try, but it might be a while,” I admit. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Mom says. “Talk to you lat -”

The call ends and slowly I put the handset back in its place. Mentally I’d been transported back home - I could picture my parents sitting in their usual spots at the kitchen table, my brother on the couch in the family area. If you stand in the right spot, you can see down to the living room through the kitchen, the Christmas tree all aglow. I can see every detail in my mind’s eye and the overwhelming longing to be home brings a fresh round of tears. My hand comes up to cover my mouth as I let out a silent sob. 

Once the emotion has been poured out of me, I feel raw, but… better. I use the sleeve of my sweater to dab at my eyes, knowing my makeup is probably ruined regardless. When I turn back to Thomus, I find him watching me with a wary expression. 

“Okay!” I say brightly, pushing back the door. “We can go.”

Wordlessly, he grabs my hand and we Apparate on the spot.

~*~

We get back to the cottage and I immediately go to the kitchen, cranking on the record player. I'm finally in the mood for music and have just enough energy to make the batch of cookies Thomus asked for. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t follow me and bombard me with a bunch of questions, which I honestly half-expected of him.

Singing along to every Christmas song that plays, I don’t pause until the last tray of cookies are in the oven and the dishes have been washed. When I pass through the living room, I spot Thomus on the couch, leaning against the back cushions with his eyes closed. I run upstairs to take off my pants and bra, getting ready to settle in for the night. 

Just as I finish brushing my teeth, the timer goes off and I rush downstairs to pull out the last tray. Once they’re on the racks to cool, I shut off the music and return to the living room. 

Thomus hasn’t moved. The fire is going and with the kitchen light off, the only other light is coming from the tree. Hesitantly I step closer to him, wondering if he might be asleep, but notice his face isn’t exactly relaxed.

Acting on pure impulse, I crawl onto his lap. He stirs when he feels my legs straddle his, eyes fluttering open in surprise to watch me. I support my weight with my hands on the back of the couch, gently lowering myself until my front is fully pressed against him. He lifts his head as I close my arms around his shoulders and smoosh my face against the side of his. I’m hyper aware of how much bigger I am than him, so I refrain from relaxing completely.

After a moment, his body softens beneath mine and he lets out a long sigh. His arms go around my waist and he hugs me tightly, hips flexing down enough so they’re nestled perfectly between my thighs. Slowly I relax, tension lifting from my body.

“I’m not too heavy, right?” I ask softly, almost shyly, in his ear.

His face moves side to side, nuzzling his nose by my ear. “No, this is…” He runs his hands down my back, smoothing around the curve of my hips down to my thighs before gliding them back up my sides, caressing my rolls. “I love this.”

His sincerity makes my heart soar. It makes me feel so whole, so completely accepted physically. My grip around him tightens, not wanting to let go. I can’t deny how well our bodies just… fit.

“Thank you for my Christmas presents,” I murmur. “This wasn’t… the worst Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Hm,” he replies thoughtfully, his lips nestled against my neck. “Hasn’t been too bad for me either, come to think of it.” His hands travel to my undie-covered ass where he squeezes hard and gives it a little shake. “And look at you, a present already half-way unwrapped.”

One of his hands shoots to the underside of my foot, dancing his fingers along it. My leg jerks and I let out a sudden squeal, trying to push myself away from him. He’s quick though, one arm latches around my waist to keep me sealed against him even as I wiggle in his lap. I’m laughing, smiling so hard my cheeks already hurt. 

I’m breathless and only manage to say his name like a plea. By the time I break free of his hold, he’s grinning too as I swing myself off of his lap to collapse on my back in the remaining space of the couch. 

His hooded eyes are locked onto the space between my thighs and I only have a moment before he pounces. Thomus settles between my legs and spends the rest of Christmas slowly unwrapping me as if I really am his present.

[forever-eternal]

May we pls have some Louisiana hc’s?? It’s completely fine if not lol 😅

Louisiana~ Gustave ‘Gus’ Jones~

Anything for you, Lovely! I have a few!

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-Goes by Gus or Loui, don’t call him Louisiana.

-Don’t. Call. Him. Louisiana.

-Killed his gender a long time ago. He/Him in the ‘No thought behind his eyes’ kind of way. He and Flo both.

-Has an alligator named Missie, and she thinks she’s a small dog instead of being 13 feet long. He can walk her on a harness and everything.

-Her harness is sparkly purple with gold detailing, she loves it.

-Gus is very much the Guy Everyone Likes.

-If someone doesn’t like Gus, everyone around them gets very confused.

-In addition, he’s the Guy Who Knows Everyone. No matter where you go, he knows someone there (For entirely different reasons than the NorthEast).

-Has been arrested, several times, for something he has done and things he didn’t do. He gets out everytime.

-If he doesn’t smooth talk his way out like he’s leaving a family barbecue, his parents will show up to bail him out (by just walking out, no money paid).

-Great cook! Learned from his Mama who learned from her Poppa! They make minor changes throughout the decades and make changes to suit their palatte, and they each have something they’re best at!

-New York makes the best Cinnamon Rolls (have caused fights to get one, just don’t fight jn his kitchen)

-Robin makes the best Hot Chocolate (no fighting or you won’t get any!)

-Loui makes the the best bread pudding (makes it regularly, uses it as a bribe!)

-The Alibi, no matter what, when, or where– he’ll be your alibi.

-Chill and Relaxed, but Will Do Dumb Shit.

-He very rarely comes up with said Dumb Shit, but he will go along with pretty much anything.

-Knows how to use a sword, doesn’t enjoy it

-Reminds him of being a French Colony a Bit Too Much

-He will if he Absolutely Has To

-One of the more Magically Inclined States

-He has books and a ritualistic type room in each of his homes

-He passively sees spirits and ghosts

-That’s not always a good thing

-Has fought a cop

-Most States have fought cops, to be fair. Gus just takes more joy in it.

-More neutral view of humans. Few States have that type of few.

-Most States don’t like humans or enjoy being around them, very few States don’t care either way.

-His main house is pure Swamp Witch vibes, and is right next to a small swamp.

-Missie lives in the swamp with any of her babies, but also has free reign of the ground floor.

-Has incredible alcohol tolerance

-Technically a High-Functioning alcoholic

-(Great Potential for Hurt/Comfort)

-Blorbo from my Shows. I want to squeeze him like a stress ball.

[edogawa-division]

It has grown late into the night in the city of Edogawa as a certain Hacker’s birthday was slowly approaching its end, only a few more hours were left and Kaoru Shinozaki was spending the remainder of her birthday locked in her lab working on a new invention as always, while eventful and somewhat fun as the day had turned out to be, Kaoru was more than content to lock herself in her lab doing what she loved, at the moment she was currently trying to connect two wires together to power up the device on her table when the intercom in the corner of the room sounded off, surprising Kaoru and accidentally shocking herself.

“OW! MOTHERFUC—“

“Kaoru! Someone’s at the door for you!”

“Ughhhhh..” Kaoru groaned as she slammed her head on the table, rubbing her poor, burnt fingers before sitting up and leaving her now ruined invention to go check (and potentially cuss out) whoever it was that was here for her.

Upon making her way to the main level of the house, she stopped short however as she did not expect Joey Kurusu to be standing (or perhaps, fidgeting would be the right word as the detective looked like a spooked deer) at the house’s entrance, looking like a hot mess as if he had just rolled out of bed in his casual clothes and had ran all the way over here…and knowing her bespectacled friend, he probably did.

Aside from his presence, the numerous pile of gifts he had in his arms had also caught her attention as they had almost blocked the detective from her view. “Joey?” Kaoru questioned and it was a miracle that Joey didn’t drop her gifts with how high he jumped before swerving to look at her, instinctively brightening up. “Kaoru! Hey, happy birthday!” Joey had tried going in for a hug but remembered that his arms were already occupied so he just gave a smile and nod in her direction.

Kaoru couldn’t help but smile at the lovable goofball she called her friend and helped him carry the gifts over to the living room where they sat them on the table. Kaoru plopped on the couch and patted the space next to her, inviting Joey to sit as well, the blonde did so but made sure that there was a respectful distance between the two, Joey kept mentally reminding himself to be very respectful, very mindful, it wouldn’t be very demure of him to invade Kaoru’s personal space even if all he wanted was to—

“S-so! Birthday, yeah? I bet you already got a lot of gifts but I still wanted to put my two cents in, I would’ve given you these sooner but…uhhh, yeah, I guess my habit of binge watching anime for days straight finally caught up to me because when I woke up, I only had like, 30 minutes to get you a present and I may or may not have spent 10 of those 30 minutes panicking super hard haha..” Joey sheepishly laughed and scratched his head, Kaoru only smiled broadly as she cursed A.R.K. the fuck out in her head, she decided to keep the fact that she had returned both Joey and Lyall back to their homes to herself after taking photos upon photos of their cute sleeping faces for her collection.

“Uh, anyways! Go ahead and feel free to open them! I really hope you like them.” Joey placed his hands on his knees and swayed back and forth gently, anticipating Kaoru’s reaction to the gifts he picked out. Kaoru didn’t keep him waiting for long as she grabbed the first gift she had her eyes on and tore into it, revealing…

…A coffee mug decorated as a prescription pill bottle.

“Hehe, I saw this and immediately thought of you, I’m more of an energy drink kind of guy but even I understand how important coffee is to us Anti-Sleep deviants haha.”

After that, Kaoru grabbed another present, this one revealing…

…A…weird ass stuffed animal.

“Now you have your very own autism creechur to squish and cuddle as much as you please! I would have gotten you the ADHD one but unfortunately they sold out of those but hey, this little guy is just as cute!”

After that, Kaoru grabbed another present, this one revealing…

…A Cinnamoroll plush neck pillow.

“Boku Cinnamon!…God that was so cringey, I don’t know why I even did that, please erase that from your memory, anyways, I figured that this might help you with your neck problems or at the very least lessen them, I get it, dealing with a sore neck from countless hours of staring straight at a monitor fucking sucks.”

After that, Kaoru reached for the final present, this one being the smallest one of them all, revealing to be…

…A starry night charm necklace.

“Oh heyyyy, how did that get thereeeee? Um, this was kinda more of an impulse buy but it’s still a gift all the same! I thought of nothing but you when I saw it and I thought ‘hey, Kaoru would look pretty with this’ so I bought it…as a friend! Because friends buy each other bracelets, yeah! Purely platonic intentions here!” Joey grinned, proud of himself after that truly pitiful performance of trying to save face before growing bashful again. “But you are one of the closest people here to me, Kaoru, I really hope you know that.”

Happy Birthday Kaoru! 💙

Kaoru blushed a deep red at Joey’s words. Her mind was running a million miles a minute at hearing her crush say those words. She had even felt her heart skip a beat. Oh lord, did Kaoru have a bit of a meltdown when she realized she had a crush on two people. Lyall and Joey? What shojo manga did she just step into? She wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with her feelings for Lyall when feelings for Joey just crept up on her.

How could she not develop feelings for Joey? He made her laugh with his jokes. He was the person she would spend hours with binging anime, playing video games, and staying up until morning just sending messages after message to each other. Kaoru even waited for the days when she could go visit him down in Kanazawa, wanting to see Joey and his cute freckled face-

…she was down bad wasn’t she?

“Uh Kaoru?” Joey asked, waving his hand in front of the hacker's face and bringing her out of her mental spiral. “You good?”

“Oh! Bracelet, right! I love it, Joey!” Kaoru brightly smiled, trying to squash her nervousness down deep inside. When all of the sudden a voice in the back of her mind that suspiciously sounded like A.R.K kept taunting her telling her that she had “no fucking balls” and we’ll never let it be said that Kaoru made good decisions. Her entire life was proof of that. Gathering every bit of courage she had, Kaoru leaned over and placed a small kiss on Joey’s cheek, letting out a giggle when he began to sputter and turn bright red.

“Thanks Joey. Can’t imagine a world without you.”

[fan-goddess]

Ranking of all of Ewan's characters GO :D

OH MY GOD YES BUT ALSO YOURE SO MEAN I LOVE IT!!!!!

ITS UNDER THE CUT CAUSE ITS LONH AND UNEDITED AND RAW

1) Aemond Targaryen - First character of his I properly saw and cared about. Though I wasn’t a massive fan at the beginning since I was way too in love with his brother, he definitely grew on me a lot

2) Billy Washington - He’s so pathetic and sweet and traumatised what’s not to love? I wanna hug him and softly make out with him on a sofa before making him a nice cup of tea for him. He’s actually the first character I saw of Ewans, as I watched trigger point when it was on gogglebox. Only I didn’t know it was him at the time, so when I rewatched the episode and saw Ewan I had a whole realisation overcome me

3) Michael Gavey - It’s the nerd what’s drawing me in. I love a switch character I can tell is a switch. He has such potential especially with his bitchy yet whiny attitude. I wanna see the movie hopefully next week so let’s fingerscross it so I can see my boy on screen

4) Osferth - He’s a sweetheart, but to be honest it’s a tie between him and Ettore. Both have places in my heart for different reasons. Osferth has this determination and kindness that sets himself out from the others. For his friends, the found family he has made for himself and his faith. It’s an admirable thing and the exploration of his character in different elements are so interesting to read about. I’m watching TLK in small steps and am just waiting patiently for the baby monk to make my day

5) Ettore - He has a darkness that draws me in I ain’t gonna deny it. I don’t condone his actions I say that now, but his mind fascinates me, especially seeing how Ewan portrayed him in the movie. The use of movement was actually so cool looking at it in a bigger picture and his character as a whole. We know nothing about him, and yet we also know everything. I fucking love it

6) Tom Bennett - He’s a cocky shit, but he’s so pretty. His love for his family and his relationships with people are a nice thing to see. He’s got a charm surrounding him and a charisma that refreshing and draws you in. One thing I also like is that there’s a character in the series that has my name and I officially have tons voice saying my name. It’s sort of weird

7) Abraham - He’s so tough and so determined and so addictive to see. He’s got that whole dominating persona, and I wanna see it crimble. I want him to Dom the fuck out of me yet also allow me to hold him if he’s sad. The best of both world. Also, the hair is magnificent. I wanna pull it so bad

8) Billy Taylor - He’s a cinnamon roll, but a forgettable one at that. He’s adorable and I love the idea of domming him, but I have no idea where to go after that. He’s pretty but forgettable. I do love him though, the fics do his character very well

9) Genyen/Shawn - At least there’s works on Billy T. You’re just a scarcity like finding water in a desert. I had a dream once when Genyen and Abraham were the same person. This is as interesting as I can find this character apart from his stealing thing. That makes him fun

10) Will - Listen, he’s pretty yes I will not deny, but I forget he’s here half the time I literally nearly forgot to add him to this list alone so yeah. Interesting character yes I won’t deny, but forgettable in the long run compared to other roles

[cool-island-songs]

Craig

thank you for the ask! (from this ask game)

1: sexuality headcanon

gay gay homosexual gay. i think i might have a fem!craig in a WIP who's more pan/fluid, but generally speaking and esp with dude craig, my preference is to read him as super gay and occasionally repressed about it

2: otp - creeeeeeeeee

3: brotp

I like exploring a lot of platonic dynamics with craig though far more of that is in my longer works in progress. i'm big into crimmy and crolkien broships and i do like cryde and crenny bros but i see them as more casual/superficial ig. fics like "ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space" sold me on a staig friendship/ acquaintanceship potentially being illuminating for both dudes, at least for a brief period. something about being a guy's foil that allows for that

4: notp

i support the craig bangin' troops 🫡 but pretty much this exact sentiment lmao:

i see him as pretty demi all around and i'm an insane creek person, so if i'm exploring non-creek craig ships, u kno, don't expect endgame

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

booger wall. first kid to grow pubes and way too proud of it. textbooks in his lap during math class bc tweek's hideous snort laugh makes him pop wood (sorry idk why it's all gross puberty stuff rn lol)

6: favorite line from this character

philosophy baby moment from pandemic 2: "I realized that we don't always have control over what happens to us. We are but players on the stage of life."

7: one way in which I relate to this character

i too got home from school every day and watched the same thing over and over

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

he has some pretty cringe one-liners in combat in TFBW, but then you get to punch and fart on him, so it's aight

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

craig sucks i love him

[wuxianxkexing]

Not going to lie Jiang Cheng is the perfect ship character. Let me explain.

With Lan Xichen: Xichen is probably the most mentally stable character in the series. He would be the rock that Jiang Cheng needs in his life, one that he has never really had. Xichen is unfortunately too perfect and good for this world, a true cinnamon roll. Jiang Cheng can and will be the asshole for both of them when necessary, but for the most part they would pull each other from the extremes of the spectrum to make them both more balanced people. This ship is for people who just want the best for Jiang Cheng.

With Lan Wangji: Drama, drama, drama, but who doesn't like drama? This ship is enemies hate fucking each other. This ship is staying together only because the sex is that good. They don't actually do each other any good being together besides the prostate orgasms. The only ship that would make Lan Quiren wish it was Wei Wuxian instead. This ship is for people who only care about how hot the characters are, not their romantic compatibility at all.

With Nie Mingjue: Honestly daddy issues Jiang Cheng needs a DILF protector. It would do him good to not have to be the strong one for once. I can't really think of what he could do for Nie Mingjue aside from being a person that Nie Mingjue could lavish with gifts, but you know what? Sometimes Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby relationships work out. Unfortunately their relationship fights are probably kind of wild with both of their tempers but their dysfunctional asses think that it's "passion" instead of toxicity. This ship is for people who think lowkey toxic relationships are super romantic.

With Nie Huaisang: Another case of Jiang Cheng being the protector/asshole in the relationship but it's not a bad thing. Childhood friends to lovers is always OP romantic pairing and they both compliment each other rather well. Jiang Cheng is the responsible and take charge one, and Nie Huaisang is the fuck around because why not? one. Ideally Jiang Cheng's reliability would rub off on Nie Huaisang and Nie Huaisang's manic pixie dream girl energy would give color to Jiang Cheng's life instead of ruining it once again. This ship is for people who love it when one partner annoys the crap out of the other, grumpier, partner.

With Wen Qing: Could be a perfectly cute couple in an alternate universe. They both have similar thoughts and dedication to family. Wen Qing would teach Jiang Cheng to put his ego aside because she sure as fuck isn't going to. Jiang Cheng might have Zidian but he is the whipped one in this relationship. This ship is for people who like it when the woman dominates.

With Wen Ning: Wen Ning would fall in love with Jiang Cheng after he was nice to him one time. Jiang Cheng probably picked up his pencil or held the door for him once in Cloud Recesses and now Wen Ning simps hard for him. Wen Ning would at some point assume that they were already in a relationship because they spent so much time together and Jiang Cheng was always coming to his rescue but Jiang Cheng would be oblivious. This ship is for people who like slow burns/unobtainable relationships.

With Jin Guangyao: Jiang Cheng would definitely encourage Jin Guangyao to stop being such a brown noser and to live his life more authentically, potentially avoiding all of the problems that came about as a result of Jin Guangyao's extreme desire to fit in. With Lan Xichen's calm and steadfast acceptance and Jiang Cheng's encouragement to give less of a fuck what others think I think Jin Guangyao's life could have been different. After all Jiang Cheng wholly accepted Wei Wuxian as his actual brother despite it not being the case in reality, so I don't think Jiang Cheng is as judgmental about lineage as the average cultivator. As for Jin Guangyao he could've put his political prowess to better use in the Jiang Sect and taught Jiang Cheng how to play politics better. This ship is for people who like fix it ships.

Jiang Cheng can just be shipped with any other character and its fine. Like you can't ship Wei Wuxian with anyone other than Lan Wangji, it is just wrong and illegal because they are soulmates, but Jiang Cheng? Jiang Cheng who got blacklisted by every. single. female. cultivator? (And I think that is the funniest shit ever even though I love him. Like what could he have possibly done?) Who has canonically only been on 3 dates in his entire life? Who is the one character in the series who is all but officially confirmed to be a virgin by mxtx? Ship him with whoever, who cares? Literally any ship is a step up for our man and most of them would make him at least a slightly better person. Except Xue Yang, they'd make each other worse (unless that is your thing).

[runawaymun]

For the character ask: Galadriel (or Artanis if the time period is preferred) :)

1: sexuality headcanon

Ragingly bisexual & had a Thing with Luthien. Big strap energy.

2: otp

Galadriel/Celeborn. He's Wife Guy and I love them together.

3: brotp

Glorfindel! Shared experiences with the grinding ice and first age in general. I think there's a real sense of easy familiarity and fondness between the two of them, and I headcannon that she uses Laurefindele in reference to him and he uses Artanis in reference to her. They swap war stories about Turgon together :)

4: notp

Haladriel. I keep seeing fics with Celebrian as a Haladriel baby and I want to kms. I am horrified. I am disgusted. I commit my life to my lord and savior jesus christ--

I just hate it so much. Not least of all for the Celeborn erasure but mostly for how it cheapens both characters and has some problematic implications for how we treat women in fiction. I hate hate hate the whole "she has the potential to save him from himself/bring him back from the brink of insanity/hold him in check" die die die stop romanticising relationships in which one party is responsible for the actions of another especially ESPECIALLY women with men. Women are not here to "civilize" men. And just in general please give Mairon more credit than that. No. He is not refraining from certain actions because he wants that pussy. He is refraining from certain actions because he has long term plans and is capable of strategic thought. No, he is not offering for Galadriel to be "his queen" in a romantic sense. He is manipulating her just like Morgoth manipulated Feanor by playing to that disastrous genetic Noldorin arrogance. Also she's clearly grieving her husband and in no way in a position to have a relationship with anyone, least of all a corrupt maia. I know there's like... let people ship what they want and relationships don't all have to be healthy and unproblematic or whatever but I just take a LOT of issues with the way Haladriel is romanticised. And just...with it. In general. As a ship. It's bad & i hate it. UGHHHH I could go on about this for ages I am so sorry. There are very few ships that I hate more than fucking Haladriel.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

She collects butterflies. It's her special interest! She has a whole butterfly garden in Lorien & popular gifts from Celeborn include rare sourced caterpillars to add to her garden for her to bond with and study.

6: favorite line from this character

And you, Ring-bearer,’ she said, turning to Frodo. ‘I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this.’ She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. ‘In this phial,’ she said, ‘is caught the light of Eärendil’s star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

I think I really do have something of that pitfall of ambition & wanting to be someone and do things -- which is not in of itself a bad thing but it can become unhealthy and detrimental, which I think is part of why Galadriel's arc of desiring power and a kingdom, sailing to Middle Earth, but then kind of settling into a more background role of preservation & guidance and ultimately choosing to resist that core temptation the Ring offers her and sailing back home to simply be Galadriel is very meaningful to me.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

She has boomer energy in my head. Can't really elaborate on any specifics but every time she shows up in longfics that take place in the third age she has moments that feel like trying to watch my parents use a cellphone.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Half cinnamon roll half problematic fave imo.

[kudzucataclysm]

answering this portion of the q from earlier-

There’s honestly plenty of potential ‘bad’ takes about SE and the story’s characters that anyone out there can make- maybe they make assumptions based off the trigger warnings or themes, maybe they see my little doodles and mini comics about just how fucked up these characters are and it’s not their cup of tea, etc etc. Weirdly enough tho, that’s something that i’m looking…forward to seeing? Like just the potential drama and arguments over certain things/plotlines/characters in this story sounds like it’d be juicy. I can see a future me holding a glass of wine laughing maniacally at the computer screen all giddy with excitement over it. or something idk-

BUT specific takes….here’s a rough list (ALL COMPLETELY HYPOTHETICAL):

“Lack of wholesome queer characters and plotlines” or something along those lines. Something to the tune of “i’m using fiction to escape reality so i don’t want any queer stories to be edgy and dark and violent, i want all the characters to be pure cinnamon rolls who’ve never done anything wrong EVER”, and just make assumptions about SE over the majority of the cast being queer AND horrible people. Like if SE isn’t your thing, that’s fine. But if someone were to say that its shit for including darker themes then I’d feel like they’d need to retake some highschool english classes or something

“This story puts queer people in a negative light” Shocking development at 1am EST…QUEER PEOPLE CAN BE EVIL AND DO HORRIBLE BAD THINGS!!! THE HORROR

“Why isn’t everyone’s identity and pronouns spelled out for me from the moment they’re introduced” cause immmm lazyyyyy and don’t really consider their identities as super ultra mega important in a way-

“WHY ARE THERE SLURS!!! WHY ARE SOME OF THE CHARACTERS RACIST!!!!!! THIS IS CONDONING-“ the world ended in the 1960s and everything got worse from there. the door is that way 👉🏼

“Everyone in this story is fucked up. Nobodies normal, all of these characters are just terrible, horrible people, how do i root for them” then i’ve accomplished SOMETHING that i’ve wanted to do FOREVER-

“Why is the protagonist such a crybaby”. He’s 14 and a little bit fucked up okay. and he IS a baby so THERE

“Why is the protagonist boring” Cuz i’m tired of the ‘uwu powerless softie turns out to be the son of fucking GOD all along’ trope in a way. Dez is important in his own way and this just makes the story more interesting when cosmic forces are pushing down on him and his bestie and he kinda has to go a little loco to deal with it

“Why is the protagonist chubby/fat, it just isn’t realistic for the setting and type of story” what if i killed you violently with a rock

“The Martians aren’t realistic and their biology/culture/behavior is confusing” yes it’s meant to be. They’re artificially created, their eyeballs function as ovaries, their blood is literal oil and they go off like nukes when they die. It’s meant to be kind of stupid and self indulgent and their origins are a mystery to themselves

“The Martians do incest? That means you SUPPORT incest!!!” No, absolutely not. The story doesn’t even make it in a positive light, it’s very much a product of their oddly misogynistic, mysterious culture, and isn’t touched upon too much in the story. Also they’re aliens and don’t follow the same biological rules as humans at ALL.

“Francis is terrible trans rep” SHE’S MEANT TO BE TERRIBLE

“Francis’s alcoholism is condoning underage drinking” Okay man

“Everything is way too convoluted and there’s just too much going on, who would want to read this” MEEEEEEEEE!!!! I WANNA READ THIS

“This story glorifies child abusers cuz of the existence of a character like Thursday and how he’s often portrayed-” Are you hearing yourself rn. stop and think. for a Moment ✋🏼🛑

“I can’t believe you’re trying to paint Friday/Hammond as a good person for-“ when. When did I say that. I’ve been explicitly saying that they’re both wrong this entire time-

“Having the man-eating Martians and Chimera be brown skinned is racist” shore thangggg buddy

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head rn…tbh i think the fake ones from before are a lot better than these ones LOL

[kichimiangra]

Can you expound a bit more on Gulus' Potential?

So I'm gonna begin this expounding by prefacing that everything I say here is in the spirit of "If Ghost Game's story and characterization where being made to very specifically cater to me specifically" and not necessarily saying that these opinions would be better for GG as a whole.

But to begin DON'T even get me STARTED on how much cool shit could have potentially been done with Gulus! Like on the get-go one of the coolest things that he could have been potentially used for is actually specifically how the mere idea of his existence effects the rest of the characters.

For the most part the story felt like if Gulus wasn't there then he wasn't really on their minds much. He's barely mentioned outside of his physical appearances, but as a result, outside of Kiyo freaking out at the mention of asking Gulus for information in the Episode with Monmon/Koemon they completely ignore him being a potential thing they may have to deal/cope with. We'll start with Hiro because of the pre-mentioned scene from ep.14. For Hiro, Gulus has the potential to be a a temptation buzzing in the back of his mind. Gulus is CLEARLY a different person than Gamma, both inhabiting the same body, and the two are very good juxtapositions of each other. While Gamma is a pure cinnamon roll he is also completely lacking of any useful knowledge of the goings on of digimon, the digital world, the human world, etc. as shown in ep.2 he is rather useless at informing Hiro of anything which leads Hiro to seek out other Hologram Ghost activity early on just to find answers that his surprise adoption brother can't give him. Gulus on the other hand has knowledge he just simply isn't sharing, and the kids don't really go out of their way to ask (Except that one time Gulus against Arukenimon where he told Hiro to stay back and immediately noped out) and is also on a completely different level power wise. In fairness Gulus is never something they ask to happen... but what if they did? What if they could? What if that was ever an option? The fact that he could pop out at anytime is one thing, but what if there was this constant lingering temptation that they could hit the "In case of Emergency Break Glass" button if things get too rough? But they all know that hitting that button comes at a high price.... and for the most part, that price is Hiro himself. But even in the show, often times Hiro being in danger Gamma couldn't handle WAS the price to get Gulus out! I love the trope of the hero being their best bargaining chip and knowing it and for the most part Hiro's relationship to Gulus could have been that. The easy way out would be to call in the roided up mon and give him what he wants in exchange for solving every episode of the week. The temptation to take the easy way out. But the refusal to do so being what show's Hiro's character. Who knows maybe it WAS always an option they just chose not to use, but the show never says that or sets that up so I can't really give it the point if it's never established it's there.

Let's move onto Gamma himself! I love how the show ended on the line "I'm Gammamon! Hiro's little brother!" but you know what would have made that line hit harder? An Identity crisis! Gamma is not a deep character and I love him for that! I wouldn't change that about him. BUT had Gulus been introduced to GAMMAMON a little earlier... even a few episodes... The episode with Lilithmon might have been a nice place to squeeze that in... Gamma could be brushing it off in his innocence, but suddenly being aware that there's "Another darker him" inside of him; one that existed before he even did... Is he the dark infection inside of Gamma's body... or is Gamma the light infection inside of GULUS'S body? Is Gamma even the real one? In the finale Gulus is right; the body they share was his first. But this could have been a wonderful story arc for Gammamon coming to realize that he is... well... real. That he is not replaceable with Gulus and when you compare the foot prints they leave behind Gamma has left a positive steps and experiences behind while Gulus leaves destruction and death and negativity behind.

On a simpler note Gulusgammamon would be a wonderful example for Ruli and Angoramon what Angoramon could become. I think a lot of the GG fandom was disappointed when Diarbitmon came and went without Lamortmon getting a plot line where it could be established that the big rabbit dog was a problem. At least in the circles I hang out in everybody wanted Lamortmon to be almost akin to a dark digivolution, lore-wise he is an almost uncontrollable beast who will beat down his opponent and just not stop until the battlefield looks like the color theory hospital unless his bond is strong enough with his tamer that they can command him to not continue. Now we do see Ruli command him to stop twice in the series and he obeys showing that out of the box he and Ruli's bond is already that strong... but you know what would be more narratively interesting? If it wasn't. Much like with Gammamon having an identity crisis it wouldn't have to be in the constant forefront for the characters interactions, but to show that Ruli has commanded him to stop multiple times, very close calls at that, what if there came a time where she couldn't stop him and he goes too far? Lamortmon is the very definition of a lethal protector. He has one brain cell in his head at all times and that brain cell is "Protect Ruli", it's the majority of his dialogue. Lamort is the standout among Angora's whole evolution line as the only one that's just completely flipped his shit as all evos before and after him are well spoken intellectuals, while Lamort is just a completely different personality in a ball of uncontrollable rage. Well that's okay... Lamort would never go too far and Ruli is there to stop him! Yeah cool. Too bad we don't have an example of your mon turning into a completely different personality that is violent and you can't control or stop it... oh wait! In comes Gulus: A dark reflection of the reality that Lamort could very well be an evolution in the same vein, where the only real cure is a combination of trust, and the inevitable obsoleting of Lamort with the introduction of Diarbit.

(I had an idea for how Gulus effect Jellymon and Kiyo when I was at work but I have completely lost it in my mind)

Now Gulus himself! Oh my gosh he could have had a lot more potential by just showing up more but he was kinda the shows only major mystery going down.

It's literally like you knew what I was going to want to say here. Even if for the most part to him the idea of Hiro just being considered his "Useful item #1 in his inventory" there is something extremely satisfying in a story like this, with a big bad character like this, getting attached. Hiro may have been his battery power bank but to allow Gulus an actual arc himself that shows that Hiro is, in a way the one hypocritical exception to his dog eat dog ideology. "If you're weak you don't deserve to live" "What about the weak human behind you you protect?" "......Why are you looking at my human? You wanna keep those eyeballs? Don't look at my human!" (Lol JK he already killed them for looking at Hiro! That was a warning for everyone else!) and to have Gulus internally bubbling constantly over the internal conflict of his relationship to Hiro would just be so much fun. So far the only arc Gulus actually has is insisting on his ideology only to be defeated by it and conceding to Gammamon, which is satisfying but there is so much potential to him and his own relationships to Gamma and Hiro. Gamma is arguably weaker, dumber, more naive, can barely take care of himself while Gulus is superior; strong, intelligent, etc. But Hiro will sync with him while refusing Gulus at every step, and to have him have this unknown craving or desire for that and him trying to figure it out would just be *chef kiss*. It would also make it hit harder in the finale when Hiro agrees to sync with him only for it to be a trick. In the show he's pissed Hiro tricked him but wouldn't it be arguably more impactful if that rage from being tricked wasn't just from... y'know being bamboozled... but also because Gammamon was gone. Regulusmon was all that was left and Hiro basically said that. Gulus now had Hiro to himself, and Hiro finally his willing partner even if under dubious consent... only for it to have all been a trick to get Gammamon back. The utter betrayal that Gulus should have been smart enough to be sus about! And then when Hiro goes into Gamma's mind-scape to resurrect him, although we know he was just trying to stall Hiro, wouldn't it have hit a little harder emotionally if, while masquerading as Gamma, Gulus was internally ecstatic because "Now he chose me even if I have to pretend to be Gamma!"

You've seen my ape escape shit you know I eat that shit up!

[ciryze]

It's me, hurrying to send you Tales of Symphonia! 🤍

Aren't you the sweetest?! Thank you so much!

the first character i ever fell in love with: Raine, absolutely. I liked several characters before but Raine's just my first and all time love <3

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: Probably Kratos. While I still don't hate him, I just don't care about him anymore.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: I was a HUGE Kraine (Kratos/Raine) shipper when I first started, but I've grown to dislike it to a point.

my ultimate favorite character™: Raine my QUEEN ❤❤❤❤❤

prettiest character: I think Pronyma has to take this one. I HATE her bodysuit but the rest of her design is just AMAZING and I LOVE it.

my most hated character character I'm most meh about: I don't hate on characters, but I seriously don't care about Regal much. His story/character never really grabbed me.

my OTP: Zelaine (Zelos/Raine). I will go down with this nutshell of a ship. I've ranted to everyone who would listen about why I love it so much (their similar backstories resulting in totally different characters, their overall dynamic and my headcanon that Raine would be the only one who would be able to tame him long-term, the potential for so many dynamics), but I spare you the manifest lol. I've shipped this for 15 years and I'll continue to do so.

my NOTP: As long as the story is convincing, I'm okay with pretty much every ship. I'm mostly bored with the 'official' ships (Colloyd, Sheelos, Regal/Raine, Genis/Presea), so you won't see me make content for them aside from probably using them to get to a rarepair.

favorite episode skit: I think it's either "Nicknames" or "Better to be Deceived" <3 I like them both very much.

saddest death: While satisfying, I think Magnius is a very sad death. He was religiously following orders and backstabbed by someone he trusted.

favorite season scene: I LOVE the scene at Altamira where Zelos goes "Uh sorry? Can we talk about RAINE STILL FUCKING MISSING??" because it does show his character development very well (from being a racist PoS to actually caring about people. Also the fact he's the only one bringing her up)

least favorite season scene: Not actually a scene, but I absolutely hate we don't get a genuine interaction with Mithos/Raine. I've ranted a lot about how it's a HUGE missed opportunity since Raine is quite similar to Martel.

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate am kinda meh about: Kratos. I get his appeal to people, but I'm very meh about it.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Forcystus xD I love this trashbag.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Prooooobably Kate. She's not really responsible for her situation and I love her very much.

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: *cough* Raine/Pronyma *cough* What can I say? Raine gives me huge bisexual energy.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Genis/Mithos, given that Genis is a little older.