#i KNOW you had the wiki open at some point did you just not fucking read anything else?????

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

on another note wow. i applaud you for trying to appear you've put even a modicum of care into this video. but you've:

shown net zero fucking information. your cast should know most of this already, and you'd know that if you paid fucking attention

done no elaboration on important topics. your videos hammer in the same few points and your dialogue restated that information almost verbatim. you've also failed to cover anything else important about the character. this could be overlooked if your video was any good or if you were focusing on one event in the first place, but its NOT and you're NOT

failed to present any character relationships in a meaningful way. even between the people in the fucking room. you could at least show their interactions between each other if you didn't want to go into interpersonal relationships (despite them being a humongous part of the character) but NO

GOT YOUR FUCKING TIMELINE WRONG HOW DO YOU EVEN FUCK IT UP THAT BAD???? HOW????? ITS SO FUCKING BAD WTF

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Deuce in my One Piece Modern AU :)

Now ive never read the Ace Novels,

HOWEVER! ☝️

I just read the Wiki on this guy.

Honestly this is more of a soul read than anything else, sorry if i mischaracterize him :)

Additional headcanons 👇

Deuce’s father was in the military and their family often had to move around when he was young. During his 12 grade year, that landed deuce in the same high-school that Ace went to. They met eachother in the school’s Jazz band, He played Sax, Ace played Bass.

On their very first day of meeting eachother though, they accidentally found themselves locked out of the school building, which lead them to have to walk around the campus banging on doors until someone opened one.

During their little adventure, Ace kept trying to get Deuce to tell him his name, in which he was withholding from his classmate. At this point in moving around so much, he got tired of introducing himself, but that just lead to Ace making up the name ‘Deuce’ for him, and the name just stuck!

They started to have some banter between eachother because of their escapade and quickly became friends. Deuce wasnt really interested in making friends, but Ace pulled him into his friend groups and gave him a social life that made him happy :)

During their school year, Deuce started growing a crush on his new friend. He never thought that getting locked out of the school one day would lead to being head over heels, but here he is… shhhit.

Eventually, he plucks up the courage to tell Ace how he feels, and Ace responded by placing a big ol’ kiss on Deuce’s lips, much to his surprise.

They start dating, but onward, it felt like something was missing. Deuce had never dated anyone before, but this isn't what he thought it would be like. They did all the normal couply physical stuff, but it still felt like he was just a friend to Ace.

One day, he voiced his concerns to Ace who just looked sad. Ace bows the deepest bow Deuce had ever seen and apologized.

He expresses that he doesn't know how to love like deuce does. Everytime he tries, he fails, and he winds up hurting the ones that he cares for. He thought that he was doing better with deuce, but obviously not, and now Ace has hurt him, too.

They wind up breaking up, but remaining friends. deuce understands that Ace has some self development that he has to go through, and that a romantic relationship between them wouldnt work out.

Ace was his first heartbreak, but he's glad they can still be friends.

and sometimes they fuck idk

thanks for reading :) i hope you enjoyed my Aromantic vent piece

heres some ship art for them on my ship art account

[pooks]

time to nag about my headcanon "Percy has Seer powers" and why that is a great idea

first of all, a little clarification; this isn't common knowledge to the younger siblings. only Arthur, Molly, Bill and Charlie knows. they kept this secret after Fabian and Gideon Prewett died

this implies that they died to protect Percy, who was just this tiny toddler who had absolutely no control over what he could See

the result is to keep his Seer powers secret

some background info; Percy's Seer powers is a rare gift that is apparently passed down from the Black side

Cedrella, aka their paternal grandmother, had it and has taught Percy how to use and control it. that's why Percy had a more closer bond to his granny than the rest of the family.

Arthur did not inherit it, but one of his brothers did. unfortunately, his poor brother is dead (it's not Billius, but someone else cause Arthur had three brothers accourding to the wiki) because he rather die than to let himself being caught by Voldemort and used as a tool.

while he doesn't understand Seer powers too well, Arthur respects it and is trying to be supportive for Percy.

also at a later point, Percy had 1 Bad Incident™ involving his Seer powers and it slightly traumatised him enough to not try to use it again

he takes divination in his third year for two reasons; 1, he also want to achieve 12 NEWTS like Bill. 2, he wants to understand his weird future-seeing power.

Oliver, his roommate (oh my god they were roommates) finds out by accident and keeps nagging him about the future Quidditch match results. Percy refuses cause that's SPOILERS

and now ONTO THE FUN STUFF

Percy can look far into the future, but he settles for the fun stuff

he occassionally makes references to memes and vines

his siblings doesn't understand them at all

at least until they're all adults with families in the future

and they be like "YOU KNEW"

and Percy just smiles innocently even though he absolutely isn't

Harry and Hermione aren't safe from Percy's Seer Shenanigans either

everytime Hermione is working with a crossword, Percy's eyes flashes green for a moment and when he opens his mouth, Hermione hits him with a pillow cause he was about to reveal the answer

Harry asked Percy once if his Seer powers was why Fudge promoted him. Percy simply smiled and said "yes, that was the reason. but the idiot didn't realized that i tricked him all the time and sent him on a wild goose chase."

aaaaand some Ministry shitshow stuff;

HEADCANON TWO; PERCY MADE LIFE SOUR FOR FUDGE AND THE IDIOT NEVER REALIZED IT

ofc Percy would be petty af once he figured out Fudge only wanted him because of his Seer powers. which means the fucker looked at the classified information in his personell file. Percy is obvs mad about that, but it's too late to tell his family about it and he decides to be an absolute menace about it without being caught

"getting caught means that you weren't smart enough to get an escape plan"

Percy takes full offense of being treated like a tool instead of a human with rights

he burns several draft-ups for the "updated law for underage magic" because they're fucking awful and he knows the bastard wants to ruin Harry's education. that also means he would ruin his baby siblings' educations.

he also burnt the suggestion papers about giving Azkaban prisoners the dementor's kiss without trial.

the law suggestions about banning human rights for werewolves, wizard hybrids and squibs also got BURNT INTO ASHES

Percy: I decide the future now. >:)

Scrimgeour makes an early bird appearence cause Fudge can't find the law suggestions anymore and he was the idiot to not keep copies.

after investigating privately, Scrimgeour finds out that Percy burnt them up and this madlad explains why.

suddenly Scrimgeour fully supports Percy and says his late uncles would be proud. bonus: Scrimgeour simply says to Fudge that he can't find things that may be gone forever, it's sadly "lost media" now.

Percy, getting the idea from the twints, orders dragon fertilizer (it's dragon dung lol) subscription from norway's dragon research center and sanctuary and sends it to Umbridge, using her forged signature

he's careful to not get caught, so he looks into the future (a bit at the time, though)

feel free to add some of your own ideas/suggestions/headcanon about Seer!Percy Weasley :)

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It Takes a Mob pt. 5

Previous

First

Bill steeled his breath as he looked around the room,

“Everyone in position? On sync.”

There was a rigid atmosphere as they all took on final deep breath.

“Sync!!”

The tabs were opened quickly.

The plan fell apart equally as fast.

“The legs? What the fuck do you mean lift ‘im up by his legs? How the fuck am I supposed to deal with the diaper?!”

“I don’t know man that’s what the wiki says!”

Marv started to put down the trash can,

“No man I think you godda put both of ‘em in one hand Bill.”

Bill glared at as Marv took a step forward,

“Don’t abandon your post dumbass! What do you mean both in one hand?”

“I dunno man, they’re small! Just one hand ‘em!“

“But what if I-JESUS!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The diaper was eventually replaced but Bill could feel a couple gray hairs that were not there that morning.

“I guess we need to add density shifting to the list now, nice catch Ken!”

Ken for his part thumped on the wall in the bathroom and over the sound of the shower yelled, “Aye fuck you!” Much to the amusement of his cohort.

Danny had calmed down after he was cleaned up and happily shaking his rabbit on the couch at this point. Bill watched him in mild amusement as he packed the to-go bag back up with a snicker.

“Be lucky that you’re cute kid, Ken would’ve put a cap in anyone else’s ass for that stunt you did.”

Marv slammed back into the apartment with theatric gasp holding something fabric in his arms.

“What the fuck is that?”

“A boba wrap.”

“A what?”

Bill made a grab for the babe as Marv unceremoniously plopped himself on the other side of the couch and sheepishly gave an apologetic smile at Bill’s glare.

“A boba wrap. Gwen thought the best way of move around with Danny would be to jus’ carry him so there wouldn’t be any chance of snatchers. An’ if we use this wrap correctly, we can just tie him on as we work!”

Gently bouncing the boy, Bill looked over the cloth, as Ken joined them in the living room with a towel around his neck.

“And your sister isn’t going to be mad if we use this right?”

“Oh nah, she doesn’t have no more use for it since the nibblings are older. She just says to wash it if we give it back.”

Ken shook his hair like a wet dog with a snort,

“Bless that lady. How’s she handling the news?”

“About as good as you can expect when one of your younger brothers calls you at noon asking ‘bout diaper changing.”

Bill took a seat with a sigh,

“Ok gentlemen, we got about six hours before we need to clock in. You two have been up since yesterday so go take naps. I can handle the squirt.”

Ken squinted,

“You sure Bill?”

“Don’t make me regret letting you two into my room. I will know if you go snooping. But other than that, go, I’ll wake you two up half an hour beforehand so we can figure out this wrapping situation.”

Bill watched as the two lumbered away before focusing his eyes back on the tyke.

“Welp, you and me kid. What do you think we should do?”

“Baba…”

“I don’t know about that, but we do have Hulu.”

Grabbing the remote, Bill put his feet up and settled back.

“I heard this Bluey fella has some good ratings. What do you think?”

“Ap.”

“Bluey it is then.”

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[ravencincaide]

 Make it up to you

Summary: Chuuya fucked up. You knew it. He knew it. The question was could you recover from it? Or the time you put Chuuya between a rock and a hard place. 

Pairing: fem!reader x Chuuya 

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 10: Shining shoes

Warnings: Cursing, mention of clubwear/revealing clothes and alcohol,  

Authornote: 

Dogeza - A deepest (and often most humiliating) form of Japanese apology often targeted towards one's superiors or when requesting a favor. As Wikipedia states “By performing dogeza and apologizing to someone, usually the other person would have a tendency to forgive.” More on it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogeza

This fic follows a theme where the reader does not know Chuuya is in the Mafia.  I hope you enjoy ~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You looked good. 

The clothes you picked out hugged your figure in all the right places. The black with golden glitter corset accentuating your figure giving you a smooth hourglass shape. It pushed your breasts up, giving them a perky appearance. The top black shimmery lace gave your girls just the right amount of modesty to not take away the teasing preview, especially since you weren’t wearing a bra. The design of the corset made it natural to look down, following the curve of your hips down your asymmetrical skirt; layers of sheer golden glitter between the folds of black lace. It was especially pleasing around your ass adding just the right amount of tempting volume before the long back piece of it stretched over your legs and down to your black and gold heels. The front of the skirt was shorter and simpler.  Just long enough that it wasn’t revealing too much while still showing off plenty of leg. You chose to forgo tights. There was no point in being modest, you were going clubbing after all. 

Twirling to the loudly playing pop song from your phone you took one more look at yourself. You had curled your hair, the bouncy locks circling over your shoulders and down to your waist and did your nails in matching colours. You were fully intending to show them off, picking a black clutch to match your attire. The perfume you picked was a sweet and playful scent- one you hadn’t worn in years because it just didn’t feel right to your ‘in relationship’ self. Now that you were single and it suited you perfectly. There was no question about it:  You looked fucking hot. 

All that was left were some last touches of make up before you were ready to head out and start pre-gaming. There was a cheap bar just around the corner from your house where you agreed to meet up with your girls- a pack of single ladies ready to get over their trashy boyfriends. 

Ding dong 

Speaking of your pack, your lips pulled up into a pleased smile as you finished applying your mascara before tossing it in the bag together with the rest of your make up. Another doorbell rang making you roll your eyes “ Sheesh I’m coming, I’m coming, no need to get your panties in a twist” You called, unable to believe how impatient your girlfriends were. 

Opening the door you were greeted with a bouquet of hundreds of dark red roses in slightly different shades which rather discreetly spelled out the word “ I love you”. They were held by a gloved hand, which was attached towards a very restless looking, top-hat wearing Chuuya. “ Sweetheart I-” 

Without a second thought you slammed the door in his face and turned on your heel, heading back into your bathroom.  You made a quick pause in the living room, changing the music from pop to club music. You also made sure to increase the volume, which almost drowned out the sound of banging and “oj are you fucking  serious right now?” coming from behind your front door. 

Where were you? 

Eyes done. Mascara done. Lips outlined and coloured with lipstick. Only some lipgloss and you’d be ready to go. You took your time to look through your makeup pouch, hesitating between a plumping gloss and a shimmering one. Would you look too much like a magpie with even more glitter and gold on your body? 

The sound of the doorbell in combination with hits- from both feet and fist- broke your concentration. Your Indecisiveness won out and you threw both tubes into your clutch. You’d apply the gloss in the bar you decided. 

Another prolonged ring of the doorbell.

You closed your eyes, inhaling deep breaths to keep the hot rod of anger in your stomach at bay. With each ring the anger grew, mixing with other unpleasant emotions such as ‘humiliation’ and ‘hurt’. 

Another kick towards the door. 

You swore you could hear the wood shaking- cracking- in the frame. Finally losing your cool you made quick feet back towards the front door, ripping it opened just as Chuuya was about to call out to you again

“ Sweetheart I-” 

“ What the fuck do you want?” you yelled at him. 

Chuuya flinched, anger flashing in his blue orbs before he bowed his head hiding his emotion beneath the shade of the hat. Once more he cautiously held the flowers towards you. Urging you to take them. You crossed your arms over your chest, your nails digging into your forearms. A side of you wanted to slam the door back in his face. While another side of you wanted closure- an explanation, a simple reason why.  

“ I’m so sorry sweetheart” he bowed his head lower as a sign of sincerity in his apology “ I fucked up.” 

“ Damn right.” You snapped back, his apology felt like a hot knife in your chest. It was doing little to sooth you. “ Is that all you wanted?” 

He didn’t raise his head. Like a scolded kid he kept looking at the floor “ I wanna make it up to you.” 

You scuffed at that and shook your head. “ Who the hell do you take me for? I have some self respect! You think you can humiliate me- stand me up, on valentine's day of all days! Ignore my calls and messages. Just ghost me for a month and then stroll up to my door with flowers and all is forgiven and forgotten. Fuck. You!”  

You stared at him for thirty seconds, waiting for him to say anything. To give you a reason, an explanation. Something that would make you understand. That would somehow justify all the suffering you had to put up with during this past month. All this time- and without  a single word from him. Nada. You had grown so desperate after a few days, so fucking worried that you had send a text to Dazai asking him if he knew anything. Not even an hour later he responded with a picture.

The picture showed Chuuya’s reflection in a mirror: mouth wide open with two protruding vampire fangs. Gloves off, poking at them. In the background was a plastic bag from a large and well known halloween and party store, a glass of wine and a lit cigarette peeking out atop a bedside drawer. In the picture, on the opposite side from the bedside drawer, you caught the glimpse of the bed, dark covers and silky sheets. 

Your cynical mind guessed- although you couldn’t prove it- that it was a one bed bedroom. But what you could say with certainty that it was a hotel room. And that was how you found out you were dumped.  And now he wanted to make it up to you? Just when you were starting to pick the pieces back up? Fuck him twice! 

You watched Chuuya take a breath, his voice shaky, a broken plea as he apologized again: “ I’m sorry. I really really am Y/N” 

Your response was slamming the door back in his face. 

Then you leaned your back against it. Your attention was on the ceiling, blinking fast to prevent the tears from falling. If you started crying now you’d ruin your makeup that you spend the last hour perfecting. He was not worth that. He wasn’t– but why did he have to come back now? Just.. why? 

You didn’t hear ringing or banging anymore and heaved sighed. You didn’t know if you were relieved that he left or whether you were sad that it took so little for him to disappear again. Was there perhaps a hint of anger that he treasured you so little? Why did he even bother coming back? 

 You stayed in the apartment until your phone buzzed with a text message. Night out with friends. Right.You went over to your phone and turned off the music, then picked up your clutch and a few other necessities on the way before you put on your heels. Then you opened the front door, freezing in your doorway. Chuuya was leaning against the wall opposite your door. Arms crossed over his chest, the ridiculous bouquet of flowers now laying on the floor. 

You felt a little bit of pity for them- after all the roses haven’t done anything wrong. “ Sweetheart I’m not leaving until we talk, even if I have to follow you to your outing” Chuuya stated keeping his eyes respectfully on your face “ Just give me a bit of your time. You have every right to send me to hell after and I promise I’ll never approach you again.” You looked at him and he stared back. Battle of the wills. Who’d break first? 

You knew Chuuya was persistent. You had no doubt in your mind that he would follow you around, all night if he had to, until you gave him your time. You doubted he would intervene no matter what you did, but you also did not feel comfortable drinking and dancing all night if he was going to sit in the corner and watch you. Let alone complain and critique his actions with your girlfriends if he was just gonna sit behind your shoulder and listen in. 

In defeat you sighed heavily and opened the door wider before turning on your heel and going back inside. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him take a step towards you and you paused in the doorway. The bouquet of flowers on the floor tugged once more at your heart. You didn’t think those beautiful roses deserved to be discarded like trash in the hallway, to be stomped on by passers. Walked on until there was nothing left of them. 

“ Take the flowers with; they did nothing wrong.” You took out your phone and began texting your friends while attempting to kick your heels off in the hallway. After a few moments of struggle your heels were off your feet and you headed back into your living room. You heard Chuuya taking off his shoes behind you. You didn’t bother to wait for him. You finished your text before you tossed your phone and clutch onto the couch.There you stopped and turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest again. 

Chuuya wore a tired expression on his face: his eyes were slightly red, irritated and you could see black rings under them from lack of sleep. His clothes looked ruffled and far from pristine: crickled and definitely not the first freshness. You could see that his hair was messy, even if most of it was hidden beneath his hat. Despite your anger, the sight of him so tired and pale tugged at your heart. You watched with less anger as he set the flowers carefully on the table as if they would somehow defuse the tense situation. Your eyes lingered on them, not wanting to let go of your anger and hurt quite yet.

“I’m very sorry Y/N” You glanced back at him, your jaw dropping as you saw the proudest man you’ve ever known on his knees bowing his apology. It was not quite a dogeza but considering this was Chuuya of all people this was the closest possible to achieve from him.

The equivalent of a miracle. 

“ I am deeply sorry Y/N. I didn’t leave because I wanted to. Something happened at work that demanded my attention urgently and I had to leave Yokohama within half an hour. I got back today” he explained, his hands in fists at his sides his knuckles brushing against the carpet of your living room. Each word was spoken through squeezed teeth; he was  biting through this humiliating act for a chance at forgiveness.   “So you’re telling me that you stood me up because of work?“ You asked slowly, eyes narrowed in anger. You took a step closer to him. “And you didn’t have the decency to give me a call?” Chuuya sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to rub away the guilt and regret. “ I didn’t take my phone with me,” he admitted. The action made you raise an eyebrow,baffled. Then you laughed in disbelief. Another step towards him as if you could intimidate him into telling the truth “ You? Did not take your phone with you?” Chuuya nodded slowly, not finding any amusement in the current situation. “ I didn’t.. If I had it with me I’d be more focused on you and us.. Instead of work, sweetheart…I didn’t think a phone call or sms would solve this. I broke my promise to you. A text would not be able to solve that.”

You chewed on your lip in thought, your anxiety pooling in your stomach. Unconsciousely you inched closer to him. Despite your anger towards him, you missed him so fucking much“ You know, I can’t tell if you’re lying or telling the truth when I don’t even know where you work?”  

“ Sweetheart please–” Chuuya reached up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his face in your stomach. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Then another deep breath and another.  

" Seriously, You'd rather humiliate yourself on your knees than tell me where you work?" Your hand reached out and took off his hat, while your second hand began running through the tangled strands of orange hair. Your favorite hair. 

Chuuya did not hesitate to answer your question:" If it keeps you safe, then yes."

" Is it that important that I don't know? Kinda like you'd have to kill me if I found out" You half joked before you moved to sit on the floor right in front of him. Eye to eye, his hands still on your waist. 

Chuuya fixed you with a firm gaze, his blue orbs serious and worried. Not finding even the slightest bit of humour in your joke. “ I would never kill you, sweetheart. '' His gloved hand reached up and tugged the escaped baby hairs behind your ear and out of your face. “ But the more you know the more that could place you in danger–” he trailed off. His gloved hand trailing from your ear and to your cheek slowly stroking your skin. “Babydoll please” 

You surrendered and leaned into his touch. How could you ever say no to this man? To this proud, arrogant yet sweet man who’d gift you the world if you asked for it. You closed your eyes for a second, breathing in the familiar scent. The tension left your shoulders slowly. Anger fading into sadness, humiliation and tiredness, You just wanted to understand. 

Instantly he moves closer and presses his lips to yours. His lips felt chapped and raw, uneven and he tastes of coffee and cigarettes. But also of Chuuya. Your Chuuya. The second kiss was deeper, and you can taste a hint of your cherry flavored lipstick on his tongue. The kiss was hungry- you’re hungry for him, for his touch and taste after a month apart. And he was clinging to you as if you were his everything. 

When you finally ran out of breath you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes staring into his; seeing all the emotions that were too hard for him to say out loud. " You hurt me very much, you know that. Can you promise me you won't do it again?"

Taking your hand in his own he nuzzled his face into the palm, his lips brushing your wrist every few moments. At your question he sighed. It looked like a part of him died with the answer " No, I can’t promise that” you move to pull away. 

Chuuya’s hold on you tightened, not letting you go, He continued speaking: " But I can promise I'll not leave you alone ever again" His lips were back on your skin, now more boldly kissing your wrist. 

You sighed tired and defeated, weak to those blue eyes of his and devilish kisses. " I guess that's good enough for now" 

Chuuya nodded slowly, a hint of a grateful smile on his lips as he  moved closer to kiss you again. But you stop him with a finger on his lips:" Say Chuu, did your hotel room have one bed?" He looked up at you with a confused and mildly annoyed expression on his face, gears shifting in his head as he tried to figure out what you were getting at. When he didn't reply you continued " were there girls?"

Chuuya gave you the most unimpressed and deadpanned look he could master " I didn't cheat"

You hummed for a moment, beginning to thread your fingers through his ponytail, detangling the knots as his lips pressed kisses to your skin. Suddenly you paused, gears clicking in your head as you realized he avoided answering the actual question : "Chuuya!..."

[exhuastedpigeon]

Han's far too long "I got covid for the first time and haven't felt the house in 6 days Buddie fic rec list"

This rec list is a combo of fics I read for the first time in the last week & fics I reread because they're wonderful and I needed comfort through my fever.

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Beforeastorm 2,894 words || teen

Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point: “It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.” “One I really hope we’ll never have to use.” “But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.” When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania 3,964 words || Teen

When he gets home for the night, Buck turns to the one source of information that’s never let him down: the internet. He gets as far as opening his laptop and pulling up a web browser, and then he stalls. His homepage, for years now, has been Wikipedia. He doesn’t know how exactly he’s supposed to wiki-search “Is my best friend into me.” It’s not like he really does social media, either. Ever since he bailed on dating apps, he’s sort of tried to avoid other people online. He likes people in real spaces so much more. But where does one go for relationship advice from complete strangers online? Which is how, ten minutes later, he finds himself on Reddit with a shiny new account and username. It takes him a while after that to craft his question for r/Relationships, but he thinks he’s got it pretty accurately conveyed before he hits post. Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

i got all my sisters with me by ipretendtobesane 6,766 words || teen This fic is so fucking soft and sweet. It quickly joined the ranks of my favourite Buddie fics I've ever read.

Soph to Eddie Hate Club: Hey guys! This is Alex, Sophia’s been a little out of it since Nina was born (she’s doing great, just in some pain and y’all know how weirdly woozy she gets on medicine). Combine that with a lack of sleep, and…well Y’all get it. Anyway, Soph and I wanted to host you guys next weekend. Adriana to Eddie Hate Club: YES I’m packing my bags right now Eddie to Eddie Hate Club: Are Buck and Chris invited? Soph to Eddie Hate Club: I will take any excuse to see that man up close and personal “Hey, Buck?” “Hmm.” “What do you say about a trip to Texas?” (or, eddie's sister has a baby, buck meets the diaz girls, and they're sickeningly in love for nearly seven thousand words)

knock on your door, just like before by rowan_wood 7,513 words || teen

“Here,” Buck had said, practically shoving his phone at Eddie once Eddie had said hello to both Buck and Chris and settled into a chair at the dining table, “I wrote down everything so I wouldn’t forget.” Eddie looked curiously at the screen to find Buck’s note app open to a long, long list of messages. There was a grocery list of things he needed at the top, but it soon devolved into any thing or thought that Buck had while Eddie was gone that he, apparently, wanted to tell him.  or: whenever Eddie's away, Buck writes him a new note, and Eddie pines.

you can start a family who will always show you love by fleetinghearts 8,185 words || Teen

“Yeah, yeah, he’s—he’s my kid, he’s my kid,” Buck tells her, tripping over his words in the effort to get this whole process to hurry the fuck up so he can see Chris. There’s the sound of something hitting the floor from behind him, followed by what might be plastic bouncing off the shiny hospital tiles. The person at the desk looks up in surprise, over Buck’s shoulder, and he turns to look too. Eddie’s standing there, Styrofoam cup rolling at his feet, coffee splattered all down the bottom of his faded blue jeans. The plastic lid of the cup skitters over the tile before coming to a stop a few feet away. He looks like someone punched him in the gut, absolutely shellshocked, something Buck can’t quite read behind the startled expression on his face. or, buck's looking for something, and the diazes let him know he already has it

still by brewrosemilk 9,368 words || teen This fic actually ruined me. I full on sobbed reading it.

For the first time, Buck longs for a bullet wound to treat. Dirt to dig at. A door to break through. Something. There’s nothing. “Your guess was correct, Diaz,” the bomb technician tells them, as he gestures to the orange circle. “You’re standing on a large sensor plate, wired to a detonator. It’s incredibly important that you don’t move. Don’t shift. When you put your weight down, it was like cocking a gun - you take your weight off, this thing is powerful enough to take the entire house with it."  Inspired by Castle, S05E22: Still

brick by spqr 10,154 words || explicit 

The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist. Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing. “You were in a coma,” was all he said. “Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway by sibylsleaves 14,279 words || Teen

He writes CHRISTOPHER at the top of the page in capital letters. Underneath it goes BUCK. Then PEPA, CARLA, CHIM, HEN and so on until he has fifteen names listed out. Fifteen people to show his appreciation for. He starts with the easiest name first. or, Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

let's build this house (into a home, baby) by withmeornotatall 24,478 words || explicit 

This fic is so good. Different first meeting, but the same wonderful friendship. Christopher is a national treasure. It's a prefect fic.

"Hey, buddy!" he calls out with a grin. "Did you know that octopuses actually is the correct plural form of octopus not octopi?" "Cool." Chris smiles, but it fades just as soon as it appears. Buck dog-ears his page and sets his book down. "Everything okay?" he asks carefully, crossing to the fence. "Yeah, I'm just hungry." Christopher sighs. "Dad burnt dinner. Again." Buck glances through his open back door to the dining table with three mismatched chairs, and bites his lip. He's got no excuse today, the evening sun leaving him lethargic but not exhausted, the hour reasonable. "Hey, I've got an idea." Buck winks at Christopher. "Stay there, okay?" Buck grabs his beer, book and folding chair, setting them just inside the entrance. He makes his way to the front door, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his curls into something a little more presentable, and walks the few yards down their adjoined porch to Christopher's door. With a deep breath, he raises his hand and knocks. The door swings open a few seconds later, and Buck's mouth goes dry at the sight that greets him (OR: the buddie neighbours au no one asked for)

i see you in my sheets (i see you in my sleep) by elless 24,981 words || explicit 

Eddie kisses him in the kitchen. Bright morning sunshine spills in the window over the sink, picking out the golden flecks in Eddie’s eyes. He cradles Buck’s jaw with one warm palm, and Buck freezes for a moment, startled, before surging against Eddie. He’s still holding a hot mug of coffee that he barely fumbles onto the counter without dropping or spilling all over his shirt. He rakes his fingers into Eddie’s hair and reels him in closer, Eddie’s firm thigh slotted between his. “Eddie,” he pants as Eddie scrapes his teeth down his throat and sucks on the spot over his racing pulse. Eddie hums as he rucks Buck’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. OR Buck and Eddie are FWB, act like boyfriends, and are suuuuper dumb and oblivious about everything.

in the night we trust by glorious_spoon 29,220 words || teen

It feels new, and good, and not just because it’s been so damn long since anyone has touched Eddie like this. It’s just—it’s Buck. Of course this is something they know how to do together. They’ve done just about everything else two people can do together; maybe this was always inevitable. - Or: Eddie and Buck start sleeping together when they're all stuck at Buck's place during lockdown. It still takes them almost three years to notice that they're in love.

The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope 34,035 words || mature

Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

must be some kind of twist, I could get used to this by soyxunxperdedor 38,753 words || explicit  THIS FIC!!! Accidentally married in vegas??? SIGN ME UP

He doesn’t remember much from last night, even less after the fourth or fifth tequila shot. So he certainly doesn’t remember bringing someone back to his room. He steels himself for the lancing pain and cracks his eyes open. Oh. Oh no. This is either really bad or… Well, not really good, but just. Not really bad, and that’s probably all Buck can ask for it to be. Because Eddie is in his bed, Eddie’s arm is wrapped around his waist, Eddie’s legs are tangled with his. And he has no idea why.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts 54,477 words || explicit  This is the best post lightening strike long form fic I've read. It doesn't gloss over Buck dying/feeling different and instead shows Eddie (and Chris) helping Buck embrace his feelings and grow together. 15/10

“It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

a body, a knife, hold steady by bvckandeddie (zukkababey) 67,425 words || mature I'm a slut for a Mr. and Mrs. Smith AU and this one is one of the best I've read.

Bogotá wasn’t Buck’s first international mission—Peru held that title—but it changed just about everything. Because Bogotá was where he met Eddie. Or, Buck and Eddie meet, fall in love, build a life together, and discover they're rival assassins—exactly in that order.

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane 97,200 words || explicit 

Buck and Eddie are straight best friends who start having no strings attached sex. Eddie has a hard time having sex with someone he doesn't trust, and Buck's tired of hookups after being with Abby. Besides, they're both comfortable with their sexuality, and there's nothing wrong with giving your friend a hand. What's surprising is how long it took them to fall into bed together, really. What's entirely unsurprising is how quickly strings start getting attached. or; the straight eddie friends with benefits fic

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Day 3 of Writing a Minecraft Diaries AU

I made an attempt to use lore forge to help me keep track of things but my brain recoiled so hard at information overload that I decided I'm going to stick to my tried and true method of just writing shit down in a notebook and hoping for the best. It'll help visualize family trees better if I can actually draw diagrams.

Finally finished the outline for the plot of season one, now it's just a matter of figuring out relevant information and outlining chapters, then starting to write them. Also most of the characters have been decided and their stand ins accounted for. So I'll include the cast list down below tho do be aware this could change later once I actually get around to the chapters. Again, if you don't recognize the names listed it's probably either a really obscure member of the DSMP lore, an OC, or a name I came up with for an obscure member of the lore.

If I'm going to do this I'll probably break up the seasons into their own books unless I manage to reduce season 1 down into fewer chapters. But I don't think that's going to happen since I'm already working on the outline for the seventh chapter and we haven't even gotten to the part where the werewolves are supposed to be involved. And I cut the werewolves out for fucks sake.

I'm still debating on if I even want to continue into season 2 or not. Diaries lore is massive and has a lot of moving parts, things set up in season 1 specifically for season 2 and things that I might need to remove or add. I have the plot summary but depending on what I decide to do regarding season 2 and the potential of another book...I guess that really depends on how the chapters are received and if my brain decides to stay DSMP hyperfocused for another year or so. Because if I'm trying to convert the ENTIRETY of Diaries into an AU that's probably going to be three multichapter books just on it's own and I'd probably rewrite the entirety of Season 3 since it was never finished and only had 37 episodes. This kind of project could take me an entire year, probably longer.

I do know that I want to try and do this first book tho. That's the only reason why I rewrote major plot points, have an overview, am creating chapter outlines, and have the series pulled up on my phone, two tabs of the wiki, and my doc open as I take notes with my notebook close by for if I need a new name for an OC.

There's a lot going into this planning right now. Converting Diaries into an AU is proving difficult. Especially with how certain characters change the plot and characters I'm having to cut out (if you see a certain handful of characters not mentioned I probably cut them out due to story changes). I've already had to rewrite a lot of things regarding the finale due to how I've changed the plot and the characters that are involved. Because keep in mind, just because these characters take on the role of another does not make them the same character. Wilbur is going to act as a completely different protagonist from Aphmau. Quackity is not the same type of person that Garroth is. Also if you don't see your favorite DSMP character mentioned, don't worry. There are places for them to show up if I continue into the next season with another book. And if they aren't here it's probably due to them not fitting into the roles that I needed. My choices aren't meant to offend anyone, they were made for the sake of the story and who I feel fits better where.

Take the cast list with a pinch of salt because this could always change later as I work on the chapters. And the lists themselves are taken directly from the Season 1 Character List from the Minecraft Diaries Wiki. If someone important isn't mentioned here than they'll probably still show up in the fic it's just for some reason they're missing from the Wiki. Unless I cut them. Because I did cut some characters. There's also the chance that the character mentioned in the list was NOT mentioned in the overview on the Wiki so they're a minor enough character for me to not have included them here due to not having a stand in yet. Some characters might also just be listed as unnamed because I feel like I might not mention their name.

Again: List is subject to change in the future.

ALSO: Relationships between characters may be changed due to the characters now standing in their place, for example: Kenmur and Emmalyn are a ship in Diaries, but I am not shipping Phil and Techno together in any form other than PLATONIC.

WARNING: Some characters in the cast list placement below may contain spoilers for both MC Diaries and, as such, the fic I am going to write, specifically in regards to the Shadow Knights section. Proceed at your own risk!

Cast List: MC Diaries Character Name - DSMP/OC Name

Phoenix Drop Aphmau - Wilbur Garroth - Quackity Laurence - Sapnap Nicole - Karl Emmalyn - Techno Lucinda - Hannah Brendan - Foolish Zoey - Nox Cadenza - Ena Kawaii~chan - Tina Donna - Tiffany Brian - Darius Kyle - Tristan Logan - Elderic Dale - Frankie Emma - Rosella Molly - Lydia Levin - Miriam Alexis - Alanna Zenix - Purpled Dante - Puffy

Scaleswind The Lord of Scaleswind - Unnamed Matilda - Lethia

O'khasis Zane - Dream Katelyn - Niki Jeffory - Ciaran Garte - Unamed

Bright Port Lord Burt - Lord Dawn Azura - Aliara Visher - Caradoc Paul - Johnson

Meteli Hayden - BadBoyHalo Kenmur - Phil

Wyverns Ungrth - Sgaeyl Raven - Crow

Shadow Knights Zenix - Purpled Gene - Schlatt Sasha - Samantha Vylad - Tommy Laurence - Sapnap

Other The Stranger/Aaron - Sally

If I missed someone there might be a reason for it, or I just missed them. Either way, this is the general cast you can expect to see in the book at some point or the other. Some of these are minor characters, some of them are major characters, and some are just side characters.

I think I might start work on the first chapter soon but I'll try to get more chapters outlined before I start working on the first. I want to try and get a picture in my mind of how many chapters this beast will have and how many things I can cut.

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Interlude 2 Live Reactions

(This is me, writing reactions as I read, because why the fuck not. They're not complete, mature thoughts taken after I sit back and evaluate what I've read. Consider them as such)

There were very few things, in Victoria Dallon’s estimation, that were cooler than flying.  The invisible forcefield that extended a few millimeters over her skin and clothes just made it better.  The field kept the worst of the chill from touching her, but still let her feel the wind on her skin and in her hair.  Bugs didn’t splat against her face like they did against car windshields, even when she was pushing eighty miles an hour.

I mean, there's a reason why people objected to Victoria being the MC of Ward way back when. Her first introduction really doesn't jive with the rest of Worm's general tone, sets the mood, etc. Collateral Damage Barbie and all.

Really, Ward may take place after Worm, and may be in the same verse, etc, but it's not a sequel in the conventional sense. it's not telling the same story, the theming and narrative is wildly different - plus, Worm is 1.6 Million words long. 1.6 Million is over 3 times longer than Lord of the Fucking Rings. That's not a Book, that's a series. Ward isn't a sequel to Worm, it's a new series in the same world, after the previous series. Which is definitely a thing.

Granted, this is nitpicking, but Ward sucks, so fuck Ward.

Anyway - this opener for Vicky here does set a tone for her. I know she 'gets better' even within Worm itself, etc, but at this point, all the reader really knows (bar spoilers) is that some heroes are apparently dicks, and some villains are apparently halfway nice people. I'm going to guess one of the main purposes of this interlude (since, if I have picked up things right, is an instance of Amy healing another one of Vicky's victims) is to further the case, to the reader, that the heroes aren't all bright and shiny.

(To be clear, based on my fic reading/wiki walking/reddit thread reading, I am actually a fan of Victoria Dallon overall)

She stayed in that kneeling position for just heartbeats, letting her platinum curls and the cape that was draped over one of her shoulders flutter in the wake of air that had followed her descent.  She met the eyes of her quarry with a steely glare. She’d practiced that landing for weeks to get it right.

We see her reveling in her power in a way Taylor never does, never wants to. We also see her being an overdramatic teenager, but then, If I'd had that sort of power when I was her age (17? 18?) I'd also be overdramatic as fuck, so I'm not blaming her.

“I didn’t do anything,” the man snarled. “Andrea Young!” Victoria raised her voice.  As she shouted, she exercised her power.  The man quailed as though she’d slapped him.  “A black college student was beaten so badly she needed medical attention!  Her teeth were knocked out!  You’re trying to tell me that you, a skinhead with swollen knuckles, someone who was in the crowd watching paramedics arrive with an expression bordering on glee, you didn’t do anything!?” “I didn’t do nothing worth caring about,” he sneered.  His bravado was tempered by a second look over his shoulder, as though he’d very much like to be elsewhere right that moment.

I mean, no one ever accused Neo-Nazis of being smart, but you do know who this is, you little shit, right? You may not care, but she does, so keep on denying it. It won't work, but you have to at least try.

God, his stupidity almost offends me more than his racism.

  For just a moment, she contemplated slamming him up against a wall.  It would have been fitting and satisfying to shove him hard enough against the brick to crack it, then drop him into the dumpster that sat at the wall’s base.

Intrusive thoughts, entirely understandable.

“I think it’s a safe bet to say you’re a member of Empire Eighty-Eight,” she told him, meeting his eyes with a hard stare, “or at least, you’ve got some friends who are.  So here’s what’s going to happen.  You’re going to either tell me everything the triple-E’s have been up to, or I’m going to break your arms and legs and then you’re going to tell me everything.”

Well. Not a great look, even as an empty threat, Victoria. Not a great look at all.

“Fuck you, you can’t touch me.  There’s laws against that shit,” he blustered, staring fixedly over one shoulder.

Okay, so I know police brutality still happens on Earth-Bet, so does this guy really think this will work?

(also, why is it in superhero fiction superheroes always seem to be better regulated and more likely to actually be punished than cops? Apart from author fiat, I mean? Probably Police Unions are a huge contributing factor, tbh)

Her body thrummed with current – waves of energy that anyone in her presence would experience as an emotional charge of awe and admiration.  For those with a reason to be afraid of her, it would be a feeling of raw intimidation instead.

Ah yes. The Aura. Nothing ethically dubious about this. Aura Theory may not be true, but really, wtf Vicky. Don't go running this thing like it's Candy Crush on a boring Thursday Night.

Was Candy Crush around in 2011? Does Earth Bet have Candy Crush?

He was utterly for still for long enough that Victoria had begun to worry that he’d somehow snapped his neck or broken his spine as he’d rolled.  She was relieved when he groaned and began to pull himself to his feet. “Ready to talk?” she asked him, her voice carrying down the alley.  She didn’t move  forward from where she hovered in the air, but she did let herself drop closer to the ground.

There is a reason Vicky's detractors (and even some of her fans) call her 'Cop' as a middle name.

Like, character doing torture in fiction happens, and in a story like Worm, might even still be an overall good person, but someone like Glory Girl really shouldn't fucking be doing this shit. Not with New Wave's whole schtick and her whole general... vibe as a superhero.

Then again, that she's doing this despite that is probably the whole goddamn point of the interlude.

What was this asshole thinking?  That she would just let him go?  That, what, she would just bend to his witless lack of self preservation?  That she was helpless to do any real harm to him?  To top it off, he was going to insult her and try to walk away?

Shards, Shards, my dudes. my guys - DON'T GIVE TEENAGERS THIS SORT OF POWER

This time, he didn’t get up. “Fuck,” she swore, “Fuckity fuck fuck.”  She flew to him and checked for a pulse.  She sighed, and then headed to the nearest street.  She found the street address, grabbed her cell from her belt and dialed. “Hey sis?  Yeah, I found him.  That’s, uh, sort of the problem.  Yeah.  Look, I’m sorr- ok, can we talk about this later?  Yeah.  I’m at Spayder and Rock, there’s this little road that runs behind the buildings.  Downtownish, yeah.  Yeah?  Thanks.” Victoria returned to the unconscious skinhead, checked his pulse, and listened intently for changes in his breathing.  It took a very long five minutes for her sister to arrive. “Again, Victoria?” the voice disturbed her from her contemplations.

Again.

One word. Conveys so much character and worldbuilding, doesn't it?

“Use my codename, please,” Victoria told the girl.  Her sister was as different from her as night was from day.  Where Victoria was beautiful, tall, gorgeous, blonde, Amy was mousy.  Victoria’s costume showed off her figure, with a white one-piece dress that came to mid-thigh (with shorts underneath) an over-the shoulder cape, high boots and a golden tiara with spikes radiating from it, vaguely reminiscent of the sun’s rays or the statue of liberty.  Amy’s costume, by contrast, was only a shade away from being a burka.  Amy wore a robe with a large hood and a scarf that covered the lower half of her face.  The robe was alabaster white and had a medic’s red cross on the chest and the back.

Like, I've seen people give Wildbow grief for describing Amy's outfit as like a burka, and it wasn't a great choice of words, but is evocative.

He really should have picked another term tho.

Also! AMY! AMY! My Poor Borbo Sopping Wet Babygirl Little Meow Meow Who Did Nothing* Wrong! Finally she appears! Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie!

*As a necessary clarification for people who are Wildbow or who otherwise don't understand Fandom and/or tumblr Humor, yes, Amy of course did so fucking much that is wrong. I really shouldn't have to clarify this, but this fucking fandom (and this fucking Author)

“Our identities are public,” Amy retorted, pushing the hood back and scarf down to reveal brown frizzy hair and a face with freckles spaced evenly across it. “It’s the principle of the thing,” Victoria replied. “You want to talk about principles, Glory Girl?” Amy asked, in the most sarcastic tone she could manage, “This is the sixth – sixth! – time you’ve nearly killed someone.  That I know about!” “I’m strong enough to lift a SUV over my head,” Victoria muttered, “It’s hard to hold back all the time.”

Yes, but that's also why you don't... like... do those things, Vicky? If you can't be sure you will hold back, then don't do a thing where if you don't hold back, you leave a guy like this. At least if it's not an actual life and death situation.

Amy's not wrong here. Six fucking times is a lot, for a girl who hasn't had her powers for more than a few years.

Carol? Carol?! Who said you could let your teenage wrecking ball patrol around like this unsupervised? Caaaarol!

(God, Carol is just... the worst fucking mother all around, isn't she?)

“Look, can you just fix him?” Victoria pleaded. “I’m thinking I shouldn’t,” Amy said, quietly. “What?” “There’s consequences, Vicky.  If I help you now, what’s going to stop you from doing it again?  I can call the paramedics.  I know some good people from the hospital.  They could probably fix him up alright.”

I mean, on the list of things that's weighing Amy down, all the people that she's healed for Victoria is probably a bit lower down, but it doesn't help.

Don't help her Amy. I know you will, and I love you anyway, but don't. Please don't. You're right. Vicky does need to learn.

“I know you’re not keen on the superhero thing, but you’d really go that far?  You’d do that to us?  To me?”

Look who took guilt redirection classes from Mommy!

(Not that this is like, some horrible sin revealing Vicky as a garbage person, teenagers learning moral lessons from their parents is inevitable, and Carol, again, suuuuucks. Bad mom, bad superhero, bad human. All my homies hate Carol.)

Amy pointed a finger at her sister, “That’s not me.  It’s not my fault we’re at this point.  It’s you.  You’re crossing the line, going too far.  Which is exactly what people who criticize New Wave are scared of.  We’re not government sponsored.  We’re not protected or organized or regulated in the same way.  Everyone knows who we are under our masks.  That means we have to be accountable.  The responsible thing for me to do, as a member of this team, is to let the paramedics take him, and let the law do as it sees fit.”

Again. She's really not fucking wrong. If Vicky makes a bad first showing for a work like this, Amy makes a really good first showing.

“My adoptive family,” Amy mumbled into Victoria’s shoulder, “And stop trying to use your frigging power to make me all squee over how amazing you are.  Doesn’t work.  I’ve been exposed so long I’m immune.” “It hurts,” the man moaned. “I’m not using my power, dumbass,” Victoria told Amy, letting her go, “I’m hugging my sister.  My awesome, caring and merciful sister.”

Being exposed to a mind altering power so much that you're 'immune' is still not the sort of thing a person should really be going through at all, you get that, right? Vicky? You do get that, right?

Are you really not? You sure? Because you just did lose control of your other power (super strength) a few minutes ago.

Aura Theory isn't true, but the Aura is still 17 kinds of bullshit, Vicky.

Amy frowned at Victoria, “I’ll heal him.  But this is the last time.”

Amy, I love you, I love you to pieces and to the moon and back, and I wish for nothing but happiness for you, but you and I both know this is not the last time.

Amy leaned over the man and touched her hand to his cheek, “Slingshot break to his ribs, fractured clavicle, broken mandible, broken scapula, fractured sternum, bruised lung, broken ulna, broken radius -“ “I get the point,” Victoria said. “Do you?” Amy asked.  Then she sighed, “I wasn’t even halfway down the list.  This is going to take a little while.  Sit?”

Vicky, you're really not sounding like someone who is getting it. You really should be hearing Amy's whole list.

Like, I get that Vicky's probably not supposed to be coming off great in this scene, and if so, task fucking successful.

“Better than ever, physically,” Amy replied, “I grew her new teeth, fixed everything from the bruising to the scrapes, and even gave her a head to toe tune-up.  Physically, she’ll feel on top of the world, like she had been to a spa and had the best nutritionist, best fitness expert and the best doctor all looking after her for a straight month.”

Powers.

Are.

Bullshit.

“Yeah, yeah.  Not can’t.  Won’t.  It’s complicated and I don’t trust myself not to screw something up when I’m tampering with someone’s head.  That’s it, that’s all.”

This isn't the (only) reason Amy has this rule, of course, but it's a damn fucking good one.

As far as she was concerned, Amy was doing herself a disservice by not practicing using her powers on the brain.  It was only a matter of time before her sister found herself in a situation where she needed to do some emergency brain surgery and found herself incapable.  Amy, for her part, refused to even discuss it.

...On the other hand.

Vicky's not wrong. Holy shit, is she not wrong. And not just for reasons stated, but for a bunch of other reasons Vicky doesn't know about.

The problem with rigid rules, and pinning your entire sense of morality to them is that if you break one, and you made it so rigid it's brittle, the whole moral edifice falls down.

Amy, babygirl, please. Someone needs to get this girl into at college level ethics course, STAT. She needs a moral worldview that she didn't inherit from Carol that isn't so black and white and rigid yet brittle.

“I… sue you, he gasped out, then managed an added, “Whore.” “Try it.  I’d just love to see a skinhead with a few broken bones go up against a superheroine whose mom just happens to be one of the best lawyers in Brockton Bay.  You know her, right?”

Aaand back to the Police Brutality analogues.

“And erectile dysfunction,” Amy said, just loud enough for the thug to hear her, “You fractured your ninth vertebra.  That’s going to affect all nerve function in extremities below your waist.  If I leave you like you are, your toes will always feel a little numb, and you’ll have a hell of a time getting it up, if you know what I mean.”

Always the best way to get to a guy poisoned on the kind of hypertoxic 'masculinity' that fascism and adjacent ideologies fill their supporters with: Go after what they love most.

“I have an honorary medical license,” Amy told him, her expression solemn, “I’m not allowed to fuck with you about stuff like that.  Hippocratic oath.”

Amy Dallon, Bullshittter Extraordinaire :rofl:

“This guy, Coil.  Don’t know what his powers are, but he’s got a private army.  Ex-military, all of ’em.  At least fifty, Kaiser said, and every one of ’em has top notch gear.  Their armor’s better than kevlar.  You shoot ’em, they’re back up in a few seconds.  ‘Least when you shoot a pig, you can be pretty sure you broke a few ribs.  But that’s not the fucked up thing.  These guys?  They’ve got these lasers hooked up to the machine guns they carry around.  If they don’t think bullets are doing it, or if they’re after people who are behind cover, they fire off these purple laser beams that can cut through steel.  Tear through any cover you’re standing behind and burn through you too.”

Aaaah Thomas Fuckface Calvert. First introduction of what is probably the closest thing Worm has to like a real 'main villain'. Jack Slash is a close second, but it takes too long for him to be relevant for that to count. Calvert looms over the entire narrative from midway through Arc 2 until he dies in what... I'm going to guess from what I know is somewhere in Arc 20? 21?

The skinhead laughed, then winced, “Are you dense, girl?  Everyone’s going to make a play.  It’s not just the major gangs and teams that are looking for a slice of the pie, there.  It’s everyone.  The Docks are ripe for the taking.  The location’s worth as much money as you’d get downtown.  It’s the go to place if you want to buy black market.  Sex, drugs, violence.  And the locals are already used to paying protection money.  It’s just a matter of changing who they pay to.  The Docks are rich territory, and we’re talking the potential for a full scale fucking war over it.”

Nature abhors a vacuum, and that's one reason you have to be careful about taking out whole gangs.

He continued, “You want to know my guess?  Empire Eighty Eight is going to take the biggest slice of the Docks, because we’re strong enough to.  Coil’s going to stick his thumb in just to spite us, ABB is going to hold on to some.  But you’re also going to have a bunch of the little guys trying to take something for themselves.  Über and Leet, Circus, the Undersiders, Squealer, Trainwreck, Stain, others you’ve never heard of?  They’re going to stake out their ground, and one of two things is going to happen.  Either there’s war, in which case civilians get hurt and things get bad for you, or there’s alliances between the various teams and solo villains and shit gets even worse for you.”

Chatty (and surprisingly insightful) little shithead, isn't he? Where were all these brains earlier when he was Mouthing Off to Alexandria Jr?

 “Try it.  My sister just healed you… most of you, with a touch.  Did you ever wonder what else she could do?  Ever think, maybe, she could break you just as easily?  Or change the color of your skin, you racist fuck?  I’ll tell you this, I’m not half as scary as my little sister is.”

Does Vicky realize how true this is? Like, really, truly, how easily her sister could become an S-class threat?

Also, just once, it would be funny as fuck if Amy did make a member of E88 black. Horrifying implications, but funny as fuck.

“I’ll be good.  I’ll be better,” Victoria promised as she dialed with one hand. 

If I'm Amy, I'm thinking 'You mean that now'.

But again. What 17 year old doesn't say "i'll do better" and, even when they mean it, sometimes fail?

“Amy!” Victoria laughed, hugging her sister with one arm, “Weren’t you just saying you weren’t going to mess with people’s heads?”

She said she wouldn't mess with their brains.

(Not that this shithead racist fucker seems to have many of those)

Overall, fucking love this Interlude, and even if I didn't have Amy Dallon Brainrot™ as a pre-existing condition, I think I would anyway.

But ooof. So many fucking oofs, given where I know the story is going.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

an/other thing/s, Of Course

rifling through things again going like "oh yeah, That" & "hmm making connections. great work, me" & "huzzah forgot that entirely / what a delight as always to revisit things" & Pointing these couple times

reminded of wondering "wait did another sibling die in infancy or are they always just out of frame, infantly. or is their mom coincidentally babysitting at the moment" and in a real feat was like alright a wiki sure might have these answers, i'll open it & look things up. indeed telling me an infant hannah was a sibling, died. then going "oh right you're telling me What lmfaooo" re: the wiki's timeline asserting that Mordecai's First Murder(tm) was four years before the fleeing on a train incident?? murder of "opportunism and revenge" like What is going on there lmao, a lot at once, apparently. providing more of a quote that i'm just taking for granted Exists rather than perhaps have to wayback cited sources: "He extorted money from someone who had previously worked for and who had, in a way, betrayed him and indirectly cost his already depleted family a great deal. What he managed to get from this individual was a frustrating pittance, though, so believing himself to be smarter and more capable, he murdered him and took his place as a relatively minor player in a larger criminal network. He used the to position to embezzle money from higher-ups, at first to make up for what was lost and later, because he could. Eventually, inevitably, he got caught." that little Mystery Solving thing where you sure just don't have enough info until you do lmao like What! out here going "starts as a bookkeeper. probably does some embezzling wuh oh" like no way am i inferring "yeah but also previously worked for, indirectly kind of betrayed by some bookkeeper, Got His Ass i.e. killed and replaced him like hello yes it's me, That Guy? working remotely? what Comedy played out in replacing him lmfao and Then embezzles and Then gets in trouble for that" like hello!!! amazing. another win for looking things up ever after all.

which does kind of ramp things up, also. figured "i do remember mordecai's dad died at some point in his childhood & the entire poor tenement living conditions issue & combining that & general socioeconomicpolitical factors it's like well yeah sure so he gets into bookkeeping for perhaps less than legitimate(tm) enterprises, does some less than Definitely Not Embezzling" was motivation for things enough, sure, then like oh uh hello murder years before fleeing??? but add in a sibling dying for increased sense of insecurity and some kind of especial acute crisis specifically uponst this family by some specific party Fucking Around like ah right sure. doling the Finding Out and more broadly being in tempestuous situations always from some point onwards, gotcha.

and well the only thing about the little atlas & mordecai photograph is "oh right i forgot there was that photograph of these two" and the other remarkable point being like, can't really think of another time mordecai is ever shown so Wide Eyed in a "neutral" mode of being. rather than elevatedly bothered, whether at the level of "quite unsettled &/or irritated" or the level quite above that of "trying to kill someone before they kill him and it's extra tricky / urgent" which is very neat of him (to shift o_o mode for that, namely. thank you mordecai for the Drama as always. real [!] visuals) and it's like, maybe it's to cue his being younger? sure has real I'm Baby design, even with also "yeowch. sharp" and resting bitch face design, additionally. complimentary. was gonna be like "sure don't know when it was taken or how quickly this particular of the job was further presented to him, but maybe it's about having a few dozen fewer kills under his belt or something. but like damn never mind even getaway train mordecai was like been there, ["you son of a bitch i told you i'd do it. you're next (i'm referring to a specific post edit lmao. but you can imagine)"]'d that....still perhaps several dozen fewer kills and, you know, kind of a wash to consider the specifics beyond that when it's like sure maybe that'd make him look unhappier in pictures or maybe there's reaching the point of having to adjust to that new norm here. rather than that even with motivation, probably baby's first murder is more difficult than the implicit second through fourth required to Not Be Killed himself. or maybe not. much to consider; all speculative. maybe it's another impromptu unexpected snapshot. maybe he's glad to take a pic with just atlas &/or doing so feels more like a Portrait & this is still his Portrait Face. presumably he wouldn't have had many, or any at all, taken in years. and atlas mustering half a half smile like another giddily joyful day with the boys

[littleogreboii]

nah so i dunno who remembers the bigolas dickolas wolfwood twitter saga from earlier this year, but that saga has broken me.

so it starts off with me finding out about the saga on tumblr through a thread and being like damn maybe i'll give 'this is how you lose the time war' a read which i did and holy shit it was so fucking good 1000/10 would recommend so thanks bigolas dickolas wolfwood.

but then it gets worse. because i was like damn this book is so fucking good so obviously bigolas dickolas wolfwood has taste (imagine there's a tm but uh i'm too lazy to open another tab to get a tm).

anyway, i think fuck it i'll watch trigun and i watch trigun stampede because it's on crunchyroll so it's the easiest for me to access. and holy shit i was not prepared for a cgi animation to slap me so hard like it started off a little slow but then wolfwood appeared and oh shit the rest of the season slapped.

this is where i end up in emotional painnnnnnn and like if you haven't read/watched the manga or the original trigun series, stop now because uh spoilers for those. there's also probably spoilers for trigun stampede s1 so uh i'll put the rest of this underneath a lovely little read more for your protection.

because i was a little confused about wolfwood's gun and wanted to know more about how it worked so i did what i usually do and went to his wiki page which i usually avoid doing until i finish a show, but i figured 'eh maybe there'd be separate pages or sections for each version of the character.' there wasn't.

for those who are unaware usually wiki pages list the status of the character (whether they're alive, dead, or in unknown condition). sometimes pages will put that under a spoiler if the character's condition changes in the show, which wolfwood's was. and i was like 'oh that's not good' because you know putting a spoiler warning on a character that you know is alive at the point you stopped watching is never a good sign.

so like a fool i clicked reveal.

AND WHAT THE FUCK GUYSSSS! WHAT THE FUCK! like i was not prepared for that knowledge, but after that point i was like 'shit ok ok cool cool cool maybe maybe there's some kind of time skip because vash is some extremely long living entity so maybe it's because he dies after living a fairly long life.'

that was not the case because of course i had to go and look at how he died because i wasn't gonna be able to continue on with my day until i knew.

so now i'm stuck in a fucking hole where roberto is dead and wolfwood is likely to die, and i need more trigun content but i'm too much of a coward to read the manga or watch the og anime BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO WATCH WOLFWOOD DIE AND IT'S ALL BIGOLAS DICKOLAS WOLFWOOD'S FAULT!

i should have just stayed in my ninjago brainrot where they only ever do fakeout deaths because i'm too big a coward to cope with characters dying for realsies in shows.

[sugarwithsarcasm]

"Stop being so difficult Bakugo," Mina flicked the side of his head, "Listen to Denki here, just....be nice for once."

"Yeah bro," Denki gave him a smug smile, "Just use the method and poof! You got yourself a boyfriend!"

OR

Katsuki Bakugo is whipped so bad that he somehow resorts to actually half-listening to Denki's advice. With his own charm, of course. (Read: He kind of fucked it up)

---

Katsuki Bakugo was, often to his detriment, a very passionate person. He’d yell at his video game screen whenever Denki or Kirishima would find a way to shoot themselves in battle. He would get overly invested in English presentations and try to find a way to make them the most pretentious sounding in the class. One thanksgiving, he almost set his house on fire after he realized the pie dough he had spent four hours trying to perfect came out a sticky and goopy mess. 

Point being, he had a tendency to be dramatic at times, and being a fifteen year old boy in the beginning stages of a crush, even he was starting to find himself fucking insufferable. 

Izuku Midoriya. That was his kryptonite. Freaking Deku. He wasn’t exactly sure when or even how he started looking at Deku and the stupid little chemicals in his brain started going feral, but, well, that’s what was happening. 

Like any fifteen year old boy with a crush, Bakugo acted like he knew everything. And, also like most fifteen year old boys, his arrogance was starting to get in the way of acting on said crush.

Bakugo tried to take a deep breath, but ended up inhaling so sharply he made himself cough a bit on his own saliva. The fact that it was only then that his lab partner briefly looked away from her absolute trash tik tok for you page and not during any of the fucking labs made him want to scream. 

“Oh my god this is the third time this period Katsushit” she tapped her annoying as fuck pink acrylic nails on the counter for the thirteenth time that period, “please, I’m begging you, read a wiki how article on breathing or something.” 

“Why don’t you shove your phone up a flamingo’s ass and go be quiet in the corner, Go eat some shrimp or something, pink raccoon.”

“That wasn’t very nice”, Mina pouted, shutting off her phone and putting it in the pocket of her pink metallic bomber that for some reason kept getting on Bakugo’s nerves, “did Kirishima text you about tonight by the way? You are gonna come, right?”  

“No.” Bakugo began stuffing his pencil in a random pocket of his backpack. 

“No as in Kiri didn’t text you or no as in your being a little bitch?” Mina bit her lip and glanced over at the teacher who was making fun of one of the players on the basketball team. 

Bakugo grunted in response, slinging his backpack over one arm and then the other. 

“Midoriya’s gonna come.” Mina sang, nudging him in the shoulder. 

He paused for a moment, poorly hiding the light blush that began to creep its way on to his face. “Fine. I’ll come along but for the record it’s only because Deku‘s mom never lets him get out.”  

Luckily, whatever the raccoon was planning on saying was cut off by the bell, which due to the speakers being blown were chaotically distorted, blared throughout the classroom. He began walking out without her. He rolled his eyes but was secretly a little relieved when she started walking after her. 

“Hey guys!“ an evil, annoying shrill startled Bakugo.. 

“Denki!“ Mina ran over to hug him, like the extra she was, “How was your second period?” 

“I don’t know, I slept through it all,” Denki pulled his hand out from his hoodie pocket and shot Mina with some finger guns as they began walking towards the cafeteria, “did you guys check the group chat by the way? Kiri and I were having our morning anxiety attack.”  

Bakugo pulled out his phone and opened 192 notifications for the group chat he had been forced into, named ‘Denki’s funeral’. 

“Not your I heart hot mom's hoodie!” Mina gasped. 

“Yeah! I was like, sweating bro,”Denki turned over to Bakugo who was silently listening to their conversation, waiting for the perfect moment to insult the pair, “Since I know you won’t actually read all the messages I’ll catch you up; yesterday when I was doing my laundry-“. 

“For once.” Bakugo grumbled as they got in line. 

“-my mom came in and saw my I heart hot mom's hoodie! She asked me where I had found it, was it mine, did I ever wear it, blah blah blah. And I was all; ‘mom I’d never wear anything degrading to women like that! It’s my friend Kirishima’s! He forgot it and I decided to wash it for him, like the holy child I am.” Denki clasped his hands in the air, trying to emphasize his point.

“Only your dumbass would get in trouble for having a hot moms hoodie by your own fucking mom.”  Bakugo chided, trying his very best to contain his laughter. Mina was already losing it. 

Denki laughed, “I know man! But get this, Kiri came over this morning and my mom told him that if she ever caught him with that hoodie again, he’d call his mom!”

Bakugo couldn’t help it and began to cackle. The three of them tried their best to contain themselves as they got to the front of the line. 

Since November that year, Denki had found a hoodie that had written ‘I heart hot moms’ and had worn it almost every day since, it was so stupid it was funny.  

“Can I have the double chocolate chip muffin?” Denki chirped, smiling at the lunch lady. 

“Diabetes.” Bakugo whispered in his ear before walking away with his bagel.  

“Bakubro!!” Kirishima’s voice echoed throughout the cafeteria.  

“Did you finish your English essay?” Bakugo deadpanned. 

“Stop being so annoying Bakugo!” Mina swatted his arm as if he was a fucking fly. “Sorry, he’s just grumpy, his little Deku didn’t talk to him before school today.”  

“Shut up.” Bakugo actually saw Deku running to class late, he probably had overslept. That dumbass was lucky he was cute. 

“Okay so to answer your question, lots of things were done in English,” Kirishima sipped his chocolate milk as Bakugo sighed, “no, I l did not finish the essay. Instead, I wrote a book.” 

And sure enough, at 9:40 in the fucking morning, Kirishima pulled out a stack of lined paper that had been stapled and drawn and written in Crayola with such sloppy writing it looked like a kindergarten assignment . 

“Ooooo” Mina, being the simp she is for Kirishima, grabbed it. 

“I call it; Kirishima has an anxiety attack and a frowny face. But not like a frowny face as in the words, but like, an actual frowny face.” Kirishima said, pointing to the title and the frowny face which had been written in red crayon. “It even has its first review! I showed it to Mr. Aizawa and he wrote ‘get some help’ and gave it five stars!” Mina and Kirishima cheered. “He didn’t cancel the essay though…”

“He just didn’t understand it. No one understands masterpieces until 30 years after they’ve died anyways.” Mina said, awkwardly patting Kirishima’s hand. 

“Kaachan!” Bakugo felt his soul momentarily jump out of his body and tried to jump out the nearest window like that one brown cat that tried jumping out of the window once it saw Denki last week when he went to volunteer at an Animal Shelter. Deku seemed to notice this and laughed. “Sorry Kaachan!”  

“Go away” Bakugo  mumbled, staring at Deku’s tattered shoe laces. 

“Deku wanted to ask you something.” Bakugo glanced up, noticing Todoroki’s emo ass hovering over Deku, who was playfully swatting his elbow. 

“No.” Bakugo tried his best to sound tough as he angrily sipped his chocolate milk. Tasted chunky. The school must’ve invested into the football team again. 

“Kaachan! I was wondering if you were going to go to karaoke tonight!” Deku buzzed with excitement. 

Kirishima and Mina began winking at Bakugo from behind Deku, god Bakugo wanted to beat them up sometimes. 

“Yeah whatever. Don’t expect me to sing though.” Bakugo sighed, trying (and failing) to pretend he wasn’t paying attention to Deku's reaction. 

Kirishima, Mina and Denki (who appeared out of fucking thin air) began cheering loud enough so that the weird upperclassmen’s table began looking at them funny. Bakugo was too distracted throwing plastic utensils at them to hear Deku’s mumbling. 

“Bro, you should totally listen to what Midobro is saying. Stop being so rude.” Kirishima walked close to Bakugo, flicking his forehead. Bakugo made a mental note to steal his beloved cookies later to piss him off. 

“What is it now Deku?” Bakugo said a little louder than he intended. 

“Um well, my mom’s kinda worried y’know? I was uh,” Deku but his lip, his face growing a little red, “..she trusts you and she was wondering if you could um, walk with me to the karaoke place?” 

Mina, Kirishima and Denki started silently screaming, jumping up and down celebrating. Bakugo wanted to drown all of them. 

“What, Deku you're like, a 5 minute walk from uptown, don’t tell me you can’t handle yourself alone for 5 minutes.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to ignore Kirishima crossing his arms, Denki mouthing no and Mina pretending to throttle him, “Why doesn’t your boyfriend over here walk you over?” Katsuki nudged his head towards Deku’s emo ass friend Todoroki, who let out a deep sigh slowly shaking his head. 

“What?! Todoroki- I’m- He’s not-” Deku’s face went red. 

“Really Bakugo?” Mina deadpanned, giving him a rather judgy look for someone who expected to be showered with love for just aggressively complimenting stupidity. Bakugo mumbled for her to shut up, her response being a frustratingly disappointed look. 

“I have a history exam tomorrow. Momo, Jirrou, Tsuyu, Sero, Tokoyami and I already have plans to study so I will unfortunately not be able to accompany my friend Midoriya.” Todoroki gave him a cold glance. It was always so frustrating how nerdy and emo he was, Bakugo would sometimes like to daydream of him absolutely losing it like a normal person (Bakugo) goddamnit. 

“If you don't, that's fine-” Deku began rambling, staring at the floor. Bakugo sighed, and held up his hand, trying to gesture to Deku to breathe and let him speak. 

“Whatever. I’ll pick you up at 6.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to play the flush on his face as anger through his aggressive tone, “Now get outta my way, I have to walk myself to class.”  

“Thanks so much Kaachan! You're awesome!” Deku chirped from behind Bakugo, who had been speed walking, hoping to end the conversation sounding…cool? 

Denki, Mina and Kirishima quickly ran after him, speed walking behind him. 

“Well,” Mina popped the pink bubbles she had been blowing with some pink bubblegum she would give out to just about any girl that batted their eyelashes at her and ask, “That was a disaster.” 

“I know man! I was really hoping Jirrou would come, I was gonna totally serenade her with my awesome singing voice.” Denki’s voice screeched from behind them. 

“Not that bro!” Kirishima playfully shoved the side of Denki’s face. “Bakubro totally lost his groove.” 

“When does he not?” Mina remarked, annoyance laced in her voice. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna walk with him alone, at night. You guys talk big game for a bunch of losers who would combust if they were alone with their crushes for five seconds.” Katsuki finally stopped walking and turned around to face the three of them, rolling his eyes at how Kirishima and Mina were both aggressively trying to not make eye contact. 

Denki beamed, “Guys don’t freak! Look at it this way, we have like 8 hours to teach Baku here the method. ” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly being vague just for the attention. 

“Is the method preying on self-insecure people?” Mina questioned.

Kirishima snickered, panicking and disguising his laughter as a cough when he saw the glare Bakugo was giving him.  

“Hot mom’s over here is right, come one guys we gotta scheme up a method for a bro in need.” Kirishima pumped a fist in the air.

“First, compliment how he looks when you pick him up. Swoon him.” Denki talked in between the final few bites of his chocolate muffin. “Then, do them indirect touches. Brush up against him and stuff. You know the drill.” Denki winked at him, causing him to shudder. 

“No.” Bakugo smirked, “I’m going to flirt with him like I always do.” 

“Bakugo…we’ve been over this. Just because you like insulting him doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt his feelings.” Kirishima scolded. 

“Shut up! My method works more than your aggressively calling people dude and bro type of flirting method.” Bakugo snapped, Kirishima’s face going a bit red. 

“Oh shut it twink!” Mina swatted his shoulder. 

“ Excuse you-” 

“For the love of everything, we just want to see you two happy ‘kay?” Mina cut him off. “Take it from someone who sat next to your little boo for an entire semester– he doesn’t really react to your insults that much, but praise? That’ll light that boy up! Don’t be a blockhead and just…be polite.” 

Bakugo sighed, feeling strangely guilty at the puppy eyes they all seemed to be giving him. 

“Whatever, I’ll try but when it backfires you all owe me boba.” He mumbled, Denki, Kirishima and Mina erupting in cheers as the bell rang. 

---

Bakugo began to dread having to go to Deku’s house that day, struggling to ease his mind and focus on his studies during the rest of his classes, instead opting to sketch a boy with messy green curls and bright emerald eyes. 

“Who is it!” Deku’s mom yelled from somewhere inside the Deku’s small cozy little house. The white metal door swung open. “Oh! Bakugo! Right on time too, my, my haven’t you grown up?” She cooed, Bakugo shoving his sweaty hands in his hoodie pocket. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he mumbled, not making eye contact with her. “My mom says thank you for the lemons by the way.

“Hm, oh well tell her anytime! Well, I’ll go call Midoriya. He’s in his room doing his homework.” She disappeared from the doorway, allowing Bakugo to panic alone by himself.  

“Kaachan!” Deku slid towards the doorway, Bakugo quickly putting on a scowl out of instinct. “Kaachan, you actually came!” 

“Of course I did,” Bakugo was about to curse Deku for being stupid, but instead bit his lip, noticing Deku’s mom silently observing the two boys. 

“Well, um.” Deku’s mom shuffled forward, planting a kiss on her son’s forehead, “Stay safe you two boys, and Bakugo, bring him back before 9.”  

“Yes ma’am.” Bakugo played with his fingers inside of his hoodie, Deku’s mom chuckling before whispering goodbye and quietly closing the door. 

“Thanks so much for coming again Kaachan!” Deku smiled, the two of them walking towards the sidewalk. 

“Whatev-” Bakugo remembered Denki’s advice from earlier, “No problem.” (How desperate was he?)

They walked for a bit in silence, with the exception of when Deku commented on the stars that night and Bakugo grunted in response, clueless to how he could respond to that . Bakugo tried to keep himself cool and collected while simultaneously trying to hype himself to try and actually interact with Deku instead of awkwardly walking together in the quiet darkness.

“I like your stupid fucking eyes.” Bakugo blurted out as they were passing the park. 

Deku’s eyes widened in surprise, “wait, like actually?” His face went red (Bakugo’s face was redder, wishing there were cars driving in the street next to them that he could run into.) 

“Forget it, Deku.” Bakugo tried walking ahead of him, but Deku’s stubborn ass just sped up to keep up pace with him. 

“Kaachan? Can I tell you a secret and can you promise not to be mad?” Deku squeaked from beside him. 

“No,” he said, slowing down his pace so that Deku didn’t have to practically run to keep up with him. 

“My mom said she trusted me to walk by myself. She didn’t say I had to walk with you, I lied.” Deku’s face reddened.  

“What?” Bakugo stopped walking, the two of them standing on the bridge in the park that overlooked the koi pond. “Then why the hell am I even here?” 

“Kaachan don’t be mad, but,” Deku whimpered, his voice shaking. He looked like he was about to cry, his face red, his hands sweaty. 

And it was on that stupid bridge over the stupid koi pond in the extra stupid fucking moonlight that it hit Bakugo, that he was the dumbest most dense person in the world. 

“Kaachan, I um, I kind of um-” Deku bit his lip. “ Ikindoflikeyou.”  

“I’m sorry?” Bakugo stepped closer to Deku, his eyes widening in disbelief.  

“Don’t be mean, Kaachan.” Deku softly mumbled, a defeated look crossing his face as he stared at his shoes. “I know you heard me.” 

“Deku, stupid, fucking Deku,” Bakugo grinned, probably looking like a serial killer to any onlookers, “I kind of like you too.” 

Deku looked up, his beautiful emerald eyes lighting up with joy, “Really! I thought you hated me!” 

“What? No! I was flirting with you dumbass!” Bakugo laughed, feeling giddy with excitement, still he tried to look smug. 

“You told me I looked like I ate paste in Kindergarten!” Deku laughed, walking beside him. 

“That’s because you did Deku.” He taunted, bumping the green-haired teen to the side a bit as they strolled through the park. “Wait..am I supposed to like, kiss you or something?” 

Deku smiled, his face flushing a bit. “Why don’t we just start with holding each other’s hands?” Terrified, yet happy nonetheless, Bakugo slowly reached down to hold Deku’s soft, sweaty hand. He grinned like an idiot over at Deku, who laughed, caressing Bakugo’s equally sweaty hand with his dumb. “Who’s the dumbass now Kaachan?”

“It’s still you, you dense asparagus, It’ll always be you Deku.” He looked over at Deku, running his free hand through Deku’s fluffy green hair, something he had always daydreamed about doing.  

“Always?” 

Bakugo squeezed Deku’s hand, “Always dumbass.” 

(Mina screeched at the both of them when they walked in hand in hand at the Karaoke bar)

[omensgate]

fav campaign and why

<this is YOUR invitation to send me asks about anything>

oh god im no good at having feelings or opinions so ill just go down a list rattling off my experiences with the campaigns

for the record from the start ive been cheating, ive Never played this game blind. id consumed a lot of rain world playthrough medias before playing it (im not good at playing games in the sense that i simply do not experience them- im a speedrunner at heart... or not competitive or intelligent, im just walking fast paced from start to end...) and when i did play i always had a map and the wiki open which i think diminishes some of the feeling. but i still had fun moving from place to place

SURVIVOR: its classic. its sweet. its fun. i played about halfway through myself, but the second half i completed with my "Boyfriend" so i remember it as being very entertaining as we both fumbled around and learned together. it serves its purpose well and i think anything i enjoy about rain world can be seen in the survivor campaign at least to start off with... 10/10 nothing special but no loss by playing it yknow. ive also done an outer expanse + baby run (ftr if you want baby fast before going to outer expanse, live in industrial for a while. cannot compete with that pup spawn rate + you can easily make the rounds to check like 5 shelters a cycle before its anywhere near over) which yes -_- did make me cry.

MONK: i.. dont like playing monk. friendliness from other creatures does not mean much to me when actively hostile creatures are near impossible to kill because my spear can travel one (1) slugcats worth in distance so i would not play this with my fairly aggressive play style... i only played it for the short time itd take to get to outer expanse and. again. yes. i cried -_- i think its very sweet, and i am like. (clinically) psychotically attached to monk where its very important to my heart BUT Its not fun as a game experience to me

HUNTER: i tried to jolly co op cheat and play as arti to finish this as i find arti the easiest to play as but i kept crashing which is. you know. very bad for the single campaign where you want to be losing the least so ive never made much progress with this one and i genuinely dont want to open hunter back up because of the crashing. i THINK This was because i was playing w the sunhat mod because ive never experienced that magnitude of crashing constantly and uninstalled it after and have not experienced that again until... well youll read later

GOURMAND: i played this one from the start with my "Boyfriend" and so again it was fun from that, ESPECIALLY because he played as artificer and so was essentially my chariot throughout the campaign... easy way to beat gourmands exhaustion: make your partner carry you. shrimple. its SO fun to beat the shit out of creatures and i do like being forced to just take a moment and walk around slowly, i havent found his exhaustion toooo terrible if youre just patient except when youre fighting creatures that have health enough that you cant kill them in one hit. but being able to just slam something to death is SO satisfying, i enjoyed it. HOWEVER, ive never actually gotten to the END (Due to "Boyfriend" availability, we've stopped just outside the outer expanse gate). and of course, yes, every single fucking time i watch someone go into outer expanse i CRY LIKE A BABY. the first i think DOZEN times i watched people go through outer expanse, id start WAILING whenever i just saw slugcat npcs, it tugs and tears at my heart strings so badly. youre not alone. youve spent a campaign or two trudging through a wasteland empty of kind relatable figures but youre HOME now, just as you left it, and everyones so happy to see you back. im crying now . (do i just cry a lot? Maybe. im at an emotional point in my life... be nice.) 12/10 above survivor def, and gourmands my most favorite to play as in expedition- cant argue with that combat system + exhaustion isnt too bad for me + i love the variety of the world, its not impossibly difficult while not being easy.

ARTIFICER: ive never finished revenge route, ill be going to a different save file to try and it now, instead ive finished the ascension route. i know arti can be... extremely frustrating to play because its hitting a wall again and again and again but i really didnt have too much trouble approaching it knowing i had to be prepared to die + using my map a lot ("WTF this game is so unfair i cant see enemies about to shoot me!" Use Your Map. use your map and slug senses) + of course... ample map skills so im not ambling and getting like im getting lost and dying for nothing. though i will say, i did nearly give up at exactly the end- i think its the camera scroll mod but subterranean made the game near unplayable. like 0.5 frames per second, computer screaming, crashing i think a half dozen times again in an area where i NEEDED the karma to the point where i had to passage in place so i could ascend, and then crashing i think thrice while i was in the depths, including not allowing me to see the end cutscene... specifically that huge room with the big pit would grind the game to a halt i think because its so large and all the enemy AI, and all the spiders and centipedes are a nightmare and i just... hated it. every other leg of the game was fine, rewarding, heart touching but dear fucking lord, subterranean isnt more difficult or intriguing its just "the games not going to play smoothly at all and heres 5000000 ridiculously enemies". i WANT to love it, you know i love arti, but its just impossible to play if you want to ascend. and of course revenge route is crazy short which feels bad. removed from my experiences though, i think its beautiful with the one caveat that revenge route is TOO short. ive watched way too many people who were interested in the lore never get to even the third dream because theres just not enough shelters if you run straight to metropolis, which makes me sad. but the story generally is beautiful and i love it (and i could talk about it later, some of the things people say about arti makes me.. insane. either that shes totally righteous in her actions, or that her pups deaths are her fault)

SPEARMASTER: playing this one while cheating both using the map to plan exactly the route you need and to go through precipice as arti for the double jump + to swallow the pearl made it an absolute dream. yes the world is very scary but you can avoid a lot of the worst parts by simply not being there <3 one part: i did forget to change back to spearmaster before going to moon and she did crash my game so . remember to do that. very good campaign both for me to have played without doing anything as intended (never touched a broadcast), combat is fun, but also a very good story. i really like five pebbles and... i cannot get into the degree of five pebbles apologist i am i genuinely cant detail this without going off the rails. regardless; much 2 think about.

RIVULET: never played this one + not playing this one very scary looks bad dont want it. no rot no underwater sections no thank you. wont touch it. wont look at it. thank you

SAINT: hesitant to play this one due to the adventure aspect though i already got all echoes with arti so it cant be that bad- of course the story aspect of it all cannot be understated and it fully shattered my world view when i got into it. rain worlds live and die messaging has really helped me through suicidal and delusional periods and im very glad for what can be gleaned from saints story so i do like it a lot. as ive said before its also so amazing how a game with little to no tutorial text or cutscenes can have numerous jaw drop moments (with max karma reveal and descent into rubicon)

SOFANTHIEL: funny haha! (Jumps around

[tarnishedspark]

Story time!

So the first time I ever drew tfp soundwave it was for a secret santa exchange and I had never seen him before and hoo boy let me tell u, trying to figure out how he works from like 3 reference images. I do not know how I managed. I still struggle now.

I didn't get into transformers until like 2 years later, and I watched tfp and i was like yes, good. Then my friend was waving around his comic with his sad gay robots (chromedome and rewind) and i was like ehhh I don't know about comics. But I went and opened up mtmte and there was Rodimus Prime and I was like oh fuck he's pretty.

So then I read mtmte, and its companion rid, and Lost Light, and consumed most of the rest of the idw comics series.

At some point I discovered the tfwiki. That was hazardous. I have absorbed all sorts of useless transformers knowledge from there. Did you know IDW Starscream is 28 feet tall and weighs 22 tones? Did you know Optimus Prime's mind is less than 1.2 megabytes because they could fit it on a 5¼ inch human-made floppy disk? Apparently I do!

[Behold, the brain of a Prime. Image from the wiki, probably]

Watched rid2015, Armada, Animated, Cyberverse, G1, Rescue Bots Acadamy. Working on watching Beast Wars and Rescue Bots. Got a few episodes into rid2001 and Energon but I wasn't feeling the vibes and will have to come back to it later.

[One particular early rid2015 episode I did not enjoy so much that I stopped it 10 minutes in and watched all the Bayverse movies instead. There is commentary to be made there.]

I read that one person's 500 page thesis on how actually Optimus is the bad guy in the Bayverse movies [yeah I totally see it]. It took me 15 hours. I then went and watched that movie with the truck they mentioned [Duel (1971), thanks google]

[Google knows what I'm talking about]

The number of WIP fanfics in my documents is steadily approaching 50 (35 at last count, and I have added more since)

Consumed entire tags worth of fanfiction on ao3. [Please write more tfp Soundwave/Starscream fics I ran out.]

Made an ao3 account [tarnishedspark there too] and started posting some fics over there.

I came and made a transfomers blog which was supposed to just be to go with my fanfic stuff but its just me with all the transformers stuff now.

It has been less than a year. I fell Hard.

yeah so that has been my transfomers experience

[storiesofsvu]

Alright. It’s Thursday let’s see how tonight goes…

Weird opening that’s for sure

That blue suit on mechad is fucking gorgeous

Wtf is happening?!!!!?? Is this gonna be one of those twisty episodes? We’re only halfway through…

YES! SAM! Give her more screen time PLEASE

The like, main thing here would be finding the dancer, yes?

The lawyers have a good point with this recording, but it’s all speculation at this point…

I KNOW I know this defence attorney from somewhere… hold pls while I try to figure it out lol

Goddammit it’s not on imdb yet…

Okay so defence found the witness and honestly that just made everything way more complicated. YES, he killed the guy in (self) defence/trying to help/save the girl, BUT he’s still a racist pos who strangled the guy for three minutes after he stopped breathing. Also what was going on with the vic on the train? Cause he defs seemed out of it…

Ohhkay, an asthma attack, that makes sense. Reaching for the inhaler. Got it

Okay, y’all I’m sold on the new DA guy who came from scandal.

What is it with cop shows having very racist/sexist people/witnesses and choosing to send in their poc/women to figure details out.

OOHHH WE LOVE A GOOD UC STORYLINE! IS THIS GONNA BE A MULTI EP ARC?! A CROSSOVER?! (I know im clowning over a crossover, you don’t need to tell me)

That was a really good ep tbh.

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Okay we all know I’m ignoring TO.

If anyone has any good ideas for a relatively affordable vacation over July/august that wouldn’t be too fucking hot, pls lmk.

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Svu time!

Woof talk about a dark open

Also… it’s giving little mermaid…. The whole hazy can’t see her but she’s rescuing him and keeping him safe??

…pants around the ankles? Okay wait so something else happened in there?

WHERE! IS! VELASCO!

FFS

“EVERYONE IS ON MANDATORY OT” REALLY?! I REPEAT WHAT I JUST SAID!!

If they’re gonna be fucking rotating cast members, they should be rotating the ones who aren’t officially part of the squad. Curry was on last week, she should be gone this week.

Oh it was a man in the little mermaid vibes, my bad lol

….at least bruno’s here..

Okay… this girl’s apartment layout is the same as olivia’s (old?) one? (the one where noah was a toddler and up on the counter stealing cookies..) they really all about reusing sets aren’t they? Yet they make olivia’s apt completely different each ep…

Also I lowkey love all the fairy lights and art she’s got up, she’s made this place super cozy and calming and I dig it. Like I legit want that little tree with the fairy lights she has… catch me on amazon later.

Okay but like, if you were beat that bad and fighting for your life, there’s definitely a chance of hallucinating someone..

Bruno can yell at me any day…. Just sayin.

Why cant the girl with agoraphobia just fucking zoom/face time into the trial??? Like, they did that shit for younger witnesses/victims, for people already in prison/stuck in hospitals and that was all BEFORE covid…. I get that this is some kind of progress for her/olivia and more building for liv but it’s stupid…

Shout out to liv for making her office a complete safe space with the blinds drawn and candles and shit. Cute.

Okay that was an okay episode, we’re getting there slowly. I just wish we would go back to court for once. I miss my defence attorneys…

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Lowkey hate this flashback, ngl.

 Okay…I NEED to know how old joe stabler is supposed to be. Cause the actor’s age isn’t listed on wiki/imdb, but there’s a couple pages/articles that say he’s super late 40’s, early 50’s but he could pass for late 30’s so im SO confused lol.

Ahh… okay. Glad the drugs are his and not eli’s lol

Ugh I love bell so fucking much

I really hope Bobby’s leave was written in cause the actor had another offer that he wanted to take and not one that screwed him over.

Yaaasss cragen with the distraction save!

“I thought it worked…” bruh it sure did lol

God I miss cragen’s sass and quips. Im super glad he’s open to guest star

Bell being a complete bad ass like always. Yaaas queen

Speaking of bad ass women… nicely done chief…

Oh fuck….

Okay, well that was a decent night of l&o tonight!

[sorcerous-caress]

I was going to mention that fireworks quest. Honestly I liked it only because I was finally able to do the Robin Hood aspect of my character and rob that rich guy of his house and give it to that poor family and was able to send that guy to prison where he later dies. Did not expect the teddy bear bombs.

There's also the murderer red dwarf going around, I don't think I was supposed to kill him before he poisons that drunk lady but I did and immediately lost track of the quest afterwards

Like I was stumbling about when I randomly found Seravok's place in under one of the houses.

Also it took me a shameful amount of times to figure out how to get up the damn city wall to enter Cazador's palace. I didn't figure it out by myself at the end tbh, I just made a character fly up there then clicked on the ground below to see how they'd get down on their own.

Because I lost track of the bhaal slayer quest, I also lost track of the clown bodyparts and had to go use the wiki. Apparently they can be found around the houses of his victims.

That detective assistance lady to the flying elephant never came back from the upper city for me to tell her that I literally just solved the case. That temple also doesn't react to the updates of the case and still doesn't let the tieflings in.

I never had to use the wiki or google anything during act 1 or 2, but yeah act 3 was just all over the place. It was interesting and fun but never comprehensive or had a good pacing.

I got lost in the sewers so much, and ended up wandering into places I'm not supposed to be in yet. I was even confused on why half these guys are hostile to me, I don't know you yet people.

The newspaper quest might have bugged for me tho? I clearly put the right article in the printer but the quest said I never printed anything. Honestly it was also a confusing quest since I wasn't sure how to get in and who I'm allowed to kill and who I'm not allowed to kill.

Sometimes it contradicts itself, I just left Gortash's castle and learned that any steelwatcher I attack, doesn't matter if they're in an isolated area or not, will immediately break my deal with Gortash.

But then in the newspaper place basement, there are 2 steelwatchers that you can kill freely with no consequence?

Also what was even the point of taking that guy with you on the submarine to pilot the ship when you could do it yourself just fine? What did it add? I thought i might at least need to pass some checks to not crash the submarine but nope.

And fuck that hot pipe puzzle! I spent so much time on it and kept getting frustrated on why it isn't working, only to realise oh the door is already open. I apparently entered this place from the supposed exit because I got lost in the sewers again.

[stiles-o-dylan24]

not my reading ycmc with only the basic knowledge of tvdu and having to have the fandom wiki tab open the whole time 😅

but oooooh is it exciting!!!!!!! honestly vampires are the best supernatural creature - vamp romances just hit so different especially when you write it, ellie!!!! the sass, the dark romance it's just so akjdshgshjgchagjdskxhhgxzgsa the soulmates not given enough time???? the whole i'd-destroy-the-world-for-you-if-you-wanted vibe???? IMMACULATE.

girlie is better than me though, if that were me i'd have run out of there with him and left the rest of them for dead not me exposing my dodgy morals but oh well

ugh!!!! can't WAIT to see what you have in store for the rest considering i have virtually no idea what's gonna happen next (i know there is some child at some point, maybe klaus'?? idk, my tvd knowledge is iffy at best)

and as always i come with playlist recommendations (i seriously have a problem -- i have 3000+ songs downloaded on my phone 😭😭): i'd deffo say that de selby (part 2), nfwmb, from eden and talk by loml hozier fit those two really well. and dare i say i can see you by the queen taylor herself?

sorry if this a bit ramble-y, i may or may not be a bit tipsy rn

anywhooo gonna go and binge some komh and robably send another rant because i love you and your writingg!!!!!!!!

Not you making my entire fucking WEEK with this message babes😭 like shut up what do you mean you’re reading something you had to properly follow with the fandom wiki page open? NINA!! You are way too good to me I swear! I hope it was easy enough to follow since I did random episodes and tried to include a lot of the plot from those seasons. only one more season of tvd that will be written like this and then when I get to where the originals picks up those chapters will be like how I usually write the episodes out

I could gush to you for hours about how much pure serotonin joy your words always bring me when you tell me everything you liked about my stories😭 LIKE I CANNOT HANDLE IT BABES in the best way possible. The way you say everything makes me so giddy I literally kick my feet. I'm so ecstatic that you have enjoyed these first parts and I caNOT wait for you to read the rest of the series! especially since you're so in the dark about the plot? like I'm honored that it's caught your interest you have no idea! lol we can high five in our dodgy morals solidarity bc I'd have done the same thing as you😌

THOSE ARE ALL SUCH PERFECT SONGS I've added all of them. I also thought I can see you was addlan coded so I added it to their playlist the day the album dropped🤭 also literally never apologise for sending playlist recommendations bc the way you can pick the most PERFECT songs for our couples is a fucking gift I'm so jealous of. I also still have all the songs you originally recommended to me for my writing inspiration playlist when I'm having writer's block.

tbh if you don't send me another bit tipsy of a ramble-y rant about your thoughts on komh... like obviously nothing will happen and I'll still love you but I'm gonna be needy and say I need it? because your messages are never ramble-y or ranty they're PERFECTION!