#i cannot imagine doing that shit again anytime soon

[herecomesthesound]

praying to god and jesus that mcr tours again obviously but also dreading it in a way because getting concert/event tickets is so fucking stressful and anxiety inducing it's insane

[kkpaaw]

The parallels between Jay's Arc rn and Nya's earlier In the series is truly something to behold

It would be so interesting if the writers had Nya and the Ninja unintentionally do to Jay what was done to her

What I mean is: Nya's Arc(I'm grossly oversimplifying here btw) In the beginning of the series was about her paving her own path and trying to deal with having little choice In the direction her destiny went. she had to give up her role as the samurai, something she chose to be on her own, to become the water ninja, something that was chosen for her. Then she had to deal with all that was season 6 having her choices essentially snatched from her

She wanted to be the one to choose how her life went. She was tired of others telling her how her life was going to go and not consult her In the slightest

That really parallels Jay's Arc in DR. As I've said before he's had very little choice in his life post merge. Under the control of the administration, while yes he did have some freedom to play video games, we saw just how strict and by the book that place is so we can presume that even with that freedom he still had tight rules he had to obey

Then he left for what he presumed to be freedom under Ras' command. But we all know that isn't true freedom. Jay was lied to, and manipulated to follow Ras' commands. Very strict commands cuz we know who Ras is. And then when he was no longer useful he was promptly tossed out

He finally thought he found some purpose only for that purpose to be snatched away, leaving him with nothing.

Now he's all on his own finally free from anyone's control and I imagine he's not very eager to listen to anyone anytime soon.

Hence why he's now gone Rogue.

Jay and Nya's Arcs are so similar to me message wise that I cannot see it as pure coincidence and I hope that it's used in an effective way

I wanna see Nya unintentionally being a hypocrite. I wanna see her so desperate to get Jay back that she doesn't even try to acknowledge who he is as of NOW In the matter. All she sees is her yin, her love who's lost and alone and needs help and she feels that being with them is the best choice so she makes that decision for him

And of course being with them is better than him being on his own. Thats his family! I know this, you know this but JAY doesn't know this nor does he care right now. And that's the point of view we have to consider cuz through it all Jay's the victim here. He's the one who forgotten everything and is trying to discover his place In the world after being controlled twice now.

All he sees is some random lady that he kinda hates and her friends insisting over and over that he come with them and to go with them. That's where his home is, screw anything else. All he sees is the same shit being spouted to him that Ras prolly did and i imagine it would be infuriating

Tbh They kind of have already started going down that route with having Nya insist that Jay belongs with them. While that is true as I said she doesn't really stop to consider Jay's feelings on the matter even if u can't really blame her

In all likely the Jay she knew would absolutely approve of what she's doing, cuz he would do the same, but that Jay isn't here rn and she's not really considering that. None of the ninja are considering that

They plan on chasing Jay down to get him to come home with them, not really considering(or ignoring) the fact that Jay wants nothing to do with them

They r ignoring his feelings for the sake of trying to get back the Jay THEY know with little consideration with what the Jay of NOW wants

They don't consider the very real potential reality that Jay may never get his memories back, that he may never be the same again cuz they don't want to consider that potential reality

Cuz how would they handle Jay then? Would they accept him as who he is? Or will they continue to search for the Jay they lost, not really caring to know the Jay that is here?

I wanna see that conflict happen, I wanan see Nya being that hypocrite. (albeit unintentionally and trying to help of course) i wanna see her be that pushy and disregarding Jay's feelings cuz she thinks that she knows better. And I want the reality that she hasn't really cared about the Jay of the current to smack her In the face, to smack them all In the face and face that reality perhaps from a new ally of Jay's(me including my huge copium) who doesn't care about his past and just sees him for who he is now

I want Nya to realize how she had been treating Jay this whole time and realize that she messed up. That in her desperation to get her love back, that she had been ignoring Jay's feelings, ignoring his words and trying to decide his life for him, without considering HIM at all, the same thing that had been done to her all those years ago

I'm rambling just to ramble cuz why is this post so long omfg

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Imagine coming home from a long day of running errands to see ¡yandere! Sam Trapani beating one of your admirers to a bloody pulp on your front door step.

Warnings: Gore, violence, mentions of stalking, obsession, forced relationship

A/N: I drew this at the depths of night when I couldn’t sleep. I haven’t seen really any yandere mafia stuff soooo…… here you go!! Art + headcannon…you may now feast.

Requests: open 24/7

Bonus pt.2

(I mention that the admirer is young, I mean like Sam is 40 so the other guys is late 20’s to early thirties. Sam is just getting insecure about his age)

Sam had been stalking and slowly trying to court you for about a year and he’s getting closer to his goal of finally making you his; but this new guy that just moved in next door is just fucking it alll up.

It first started with the guy going over to your house to introduce himself and harmlessly wanting to be a friendly neighbor. Then quickly become bolder and bolder with his flirtations, much to Sam’s dismay! Could you believe that THE Sam Trapani is extremely jealous of this guy?? Probably 10 years younger and quite handsome, That boy is a serious threat.

You laugh louder at his jokes than you do at sam’s, your clothes are getting much more revealing and the way you prance your little ass over to him anytime he calls your name was seriously eating at him and he’s at his wits end of it. Sam knows he’s getting older but is his charm really that stale now?

Even when Sam is having a full conversation with with you this little shit will come around and inject himself into the whole interaction. Sam even started going grocery shopping on your schedule just to be able to have some alone time with you and yet again this man appears out of the wood works. Every. Single. Time.

(Okay that’s a little dramatic but the point still stands…Sammy cannot keep up with him. He’s finally met his match and he’s so whiny about ittt)

The other guys noticed this and found it extremely hilarious, Trapani wasn’t the hot shit of the town anymore and there was someone younger and more good looking ready to take his place and his girl. They poked fun and joked how Sam was now officially an old geezer and that a young damsel like yourself wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They fed into his insecurities and made everything just ten times worse. Of course they meant no harm, Sam usually wouldn’t be hung up on a girl for too long and plus he still had pretty much every other woman of Lost Haven in his hands so what what the big deal? Why were you so damn special anyways?

“Look Sam,” paulie breathed in between laughs. “Y/N is admittedly very gorgeous but just leave it alone at this point. She’s very obviously more into him than you. What about that broad down at the Corleone…what was her name??”

“Michelle..” Sam gritted in a low venomous tone

“Right, Michelle! Maaaaybeee…you can get her out of that hell hole and I’m sure once she cleans up nicely she’ll be…something of a wife” Paulie erupted into laughter once again after finishing that sentence, barely able to hold back the tears that accompanied it.

Sam already decided enough was enough and there was no point in trying to play this whole love game thing fairly. Going down to your house and giving it to you straight was the only way he could think of doing this. He wanted your love story to feel organic and for your admiration for him to slowly bloom but you’re obviously not getting it. You don’t understand that Sam is the only possible match for you.

So much time stalking, analyzing and carefully articulating every move he made with you isn’t about be washed down the drain just because some bright eyed sucker wants to fuck you. No…it’s okay though. You’re just slightly misguided by all the butterflies and fluff but soon he’ll lead you right back to where you need to be.

As his car approached your door, he noticed a fellow holding a huge bouquet of flowers and a wrapped gift in his hand ready to knock on your door. Obviously Sam’s time was running out far sooner than he had previously expected at that moment something inside of him snapped.

Without thinking any further he got out of his sleek black car and opened the trunk, out of it he grabbed a bat and started towards the young man.

”Oh hey Sam! I’ve been knocking on y/n’s door for quite some time now. Do you know where sh-“ before the young man could even finish his next sentence the bat connected with his head and continued to do so as Sam kept striking him over and over..

Nothing was said out of Sam’s mouth as he beat him to a pulp…actually nothing could be heard throughout the entire neighborhood outside of the thwacking of the bat and the cries that escaped the admirer’s lips, pleading for him to stop. Everyone in the neighborhood silently watch from a distance, they all knew of Sam’s affiliation and no one wanted to be next on Salierie’s list. Even the birds decided to stop chirping in fear they too would meet the same fate as the fellow

This continued on for another couple minutes before a blood curdling scream broke Sam’s attack.

“Sam?!? What the hell are you doing to him????”

Hearing your familiar voice, Sam swiftly stood up to face you, hurriedly trying to explain what happened.

“Look…y/n calm down, this is just a simple miss understanding…”

He flashed a brisk smile and steadily started walking towards you

“Just come with me and we can speak about this over dinner, huh? You’d like that?”

Shaking your head and carefully backing away from the deranged man, you cried out

“No…n-no…no Sam….” A breath passed “Y-you gangsters are all the same…you hurt people without cause, just look at what you did to him! He was a good man!”

Sam for a moment, stopped walking and looked back at the bloody scene he had just created before looking back at you.

“Oh sweetheart…”

He began walking towards you again, this time faster so he could catch your arm.

“…trust me when I say, this isn’t the worst i could’ve done to em’. ”

Pulling you in close to his chest, he moved slightly to the side of your face and lowered his lips to your ear before speaking again,

“I’ve got something to make it up to you, doll face.” Looking down at his bloody and bruised hands, he held a perfectly intact rose…

[candiedspit]

GRB 080319B 

For a month, I was a smudge. 

A mute monk in the bathtub, lukewarm water running as dull colors rolled around my head like fractured, aged marbles. Thoughts lost strength before fruition. I called out of work once a week, faked a cough, a car accident, another funeral. When I did make the drive out to the office, I spent most of the time typing a word, deleting the word, and typing the word again. I stopped taking calls. Mary left me beautiful voice messages. I listened to them while I laid on the couch, sprawled out like an active disease, furious tears streaming down my face. I knew it was stupid. A feeling cannot kill you. But then, I was being diminished. I was receding. 

I know you don’t feel well right now. But listen, I have these neighbors who still have their Christmas lights hanging up. It’s April. I sorta hope they leave them up all year round. 

I stayed frozen for a few weeks. 

Vitamin D and herbal teas, coffee and long novels. But then, I can’t explain it. It was Friday afternoon. Just a Friday afternoon. 

It began when I left the office. A slow bloom rose throughout my entire body. 

I noticed how all the buildings stood scraping against the most gorgeous, thin blue of the dying afternoon, rising evening. The wind felt kind. I didn’t go home. I went to the supermarket and held an orange in my hand, feeling the small indents with my thumbs, smelling the bright zest. It was as though everything was real again. That night, I bought a pack of cigarettes. I hadn’t smoked since I was nineteen. But I inhaled and let out a giant laugh at how lightheaded I felt, I walked through the streets like that, laughing and laughing, the laughter like the magician’s scarf being pulled out and out. It was a fantastic feeling. I felt fearless. As though I could scoop the fear and pain and shit out of myself like a pudding. I had capabilities. 

When I got home, I rushed in and had a shot of blueberry vodka and opened the windows and called Mary; she answered within a couple of rings. That gorgeous rodeo clown. I loved her as much as I loved anything. 

I never thought I’d hear your voice again, she said. But this worries me, y’know. How blue was the sky today?

I’m coming to see you, I said. Not tonight. But soon. I’ll stumble on your porch like a speedball. The sky was fantastic. I’m smoking.

Hm, she said. Listen, stay out of trouble. A feeling cannot kill you. I’ll save some tea for you. Come anytime. Come anytime. 

I couldn’t sleep. I played the same image in my mind, again and again. And words fizzed in and out too quickly for me to catch them. A church of nukes. Do you understand what you are signing? Perfume made of whale semen. Dominoes. 

In the morning, I could feel the angels looking over me. I imagined them like teenagers, shooting the shit, smoking and coughing and pointing. I spent the weekend in bars, meeting everyone on earth. A woman with a strong russian accent who told me the world was going down the toilet and we were all there for the ride. A man who asked me for three cigarettes and then told me he had coke if I wanted some. I spread a little on my gums. But it was a fifteen minute headache, it had nothing on the feeling within me, the glow which propelled and drove me around. I fucked the russian woman. 

I called out of work for the week, claimed I’d contracted HIV and needed time to grieve. I felt awful about the lie. It was ridiculous. But anything could happen. And I wasn’t wasting my time at a computer when I could see patterns in the streets. I wore a long, leather coat and wrapped it around my waist. And beneath, a black thong strung across my hips. I felt like a machine, I felt electric as I walked through the advertisement pus of Times Square, a cigarette beneath my teeth. I rode the trains for hours, befriending the other passengers. And for a moment, I forgot my address. It was nine in the morning. It was the middle of the night. I got nervous anytime I saw a police officer; there was a criminal in my heart. What was I doing? 

I went down to the village to visit Mary as promised. I felt breathless, sensitive to light. I was tired. It’d been years since sleep. I felt as though I was dying. A star exploding in reverse. Mary would know what to do. 

I knocked on her door and she answered as quick as she answered the phone. I smelled her vanilla scent. It made me nauseous. But I was so glad to see her; so glad she was there. I dated Mary for eight years. There was nobody on earth who knew me better than she did. 

You don’t look great, she said. Are you eating?

Not really, I told her as i walked into her apartment. I feel like I need a touch up. My engine is black. I’m running out of oil. I think I lost my job. I don’t know what day it is. 

It’s Saturday, she said. Three in the afternoon. It’s May and spring is here. Have a seat. 

I sat on her couch. 

I think I’ve been hexed, I said. A spell has been put on me. A poison. 

You’ve been here before, she said. Remember? That arrest in Ohio? Disturbing the peace? And the outburst in the museum. Banned from the gas station. A wild iris in your eyes. A desire for mountains. The call is coming from inside the house, Adam.

Mary gave me a cherry tart. I ate half of it and began to weep. Mary gave me a sleeping tablet. And when I woke up, I was horrified. 

When I got home, Mary had left me a voicemail. I laid down naked on the floor and listened. 

You’re a wife with cold feet. Shivering in the dressing room. You’re an astronaut grazing the face of the moon, blind to the wars on earth. You’re brave. You’re pathetic. You go to the amusement park to weep. You walk out onto the avenue to dance. You sneak into a club. And you feel nothing when the band plays, the gilded brass and vulgar scatting. 

And maybe you deserve it. 

[prncssie]

Hii pretty girl it's ☄️ againn~ (basically revealing my secret identity muahaha)

I'm sending an ask again because my hobie obsession is not going away anytime soon lol (and I feel like you understand me). One of the things that make him so yummy is his frame, you know what I mean? Like I know he's considered to be a little skinny scrawny stick bug person but have ppl actually looked at him in some frames?? His shoulder span is so wide. It looks so nice I swear, I always imagine rubbing his shoulders and back after a long day. He's also so freakishly tall I feel like he's so used to looking down at people. Personally if he were to look at me like that or lean down to hear me better I would probably fall in love right then and there. Plus this guys is so strong cause of his powers, we literally saw him hold up a bus with sheer arm power. You'd never realize it until you're trying to play fight him and you don't even stand a chance

Hoping to hear your thoughts on it as always 💘 have a wonderful day.

hi stinka! as leader of the hobie brown fan club, i would first and foremost like to say that hobie, is in fact, muscular. he may be just a silly little guy but he’s got some really lean muscles. like, hobie is BUILT beneath his clothes and you don’t notice until you touch him or see him nakey ( i would know ). i’ve never really thought about what his body looks like bc i love him so much. he could be ant sized and id make him an enclosure.

but but but!!!! i went on pinterest and this is like the best idea of what his body looks like in my head c: but obvi black

very lanky but built underneath. and you’d have no idea how strong he is — bc he’s not one to show off until — until he does something INSANE. like, i think the first time you realize he’s really fucking strong is when you’re complaining about something like so random like “my fridge is making this weird noise but i can’t pull it out and look :(((“

and he’s manhandling that shit with ease. he just pulls it right out and stands back there like it’s nothing. talking about “yeah it’s a bit dusty. probably needs a clean” as if he didn’t basically just pick it up and rearrange your whole kitchen.

but he’s so so so so so good with knowing his strength bc he never uses it on you, intentionally, unintentionally. it just doesn’t happen. it’s like his brain has this strength cap and he cannot do anymore than he already is. the only time he’s ever snatching you up fr is if you’re at risk of injury. like if you’re walking on the crosswalk and a car comes speeding and it doesn’t stop. it’ll feel like when you’re running a rope attached to you at full speed and it gives up. it’s so sudden you can’t say anything, much less react.

and he is big! not like width but horizontally. he takes up a lot of space. even his general aura takes up space. idk he’s just hobie. you know he walked in the room bc you just do. it’s also very hard to miss him when his head pokes up over the top of the crowd 💀.

don’t get me wrong though, he is a lanky little telephone pole. he just has some really subtle muscles that no one noticed until he’s pulling his limbs a certain way and they ripple and cause creases in his tight ass clothes.

[thegeminisage]

star trek update time. last night we watched ds9's "favor the bold" and "sacrifice of angels."

favor the bold:

worf rescuing dax during these wartime bits is EXTREMELY sweet. i think this is like 2 or 3 times now? he loves her 🥺

i love all the big cgi shots of all the different ships...i feel like i could look at those forever just noticing the various differences

quark in this episode......................

quark e kira in charge of breaking rom out. quark/kira. QUARK/KIRA! odo who? he sucks. fuck odo.

i don't mean it. i'm actually going to try as hard as i can to forgive him because it would be too exhausting to hate him until the end of the series. but FUCK ODO!!! kira doesn't need him...quark is right there...

like, odo being busy in his room fucking the mommy changeling or whatever while rom was in JAIL and kira and odo weren't allowed to see him!!!! fuck off

THE BRIG SCENE???? where rom my king rom was like. like quark was fucking. TRYING TO COMFORT HIM? and rom was just like. brother you cannot save me from execution you've got to focus on saving everyone else first. and quark was like what the fuck is wrong with you. and then proceeded to save everyone else first???

AND THEN. HE FOOLED? DAMAR? INTO THINKING HE WAS ON HIS SIDE?

kira was also in amazing form this episode. first of all, her fucking beating damar to a pulp and daring him to do anything about it. her getting ziyal to finally turn on her dad. and most of all telling odo to sit on it and spin. literally go fuck your mother. she's amazing

nog!!! nog's little promotion. wah. about time.

sacrifice of angels:

WORMHOLE ALIENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'm actually really nervous about it cuz sisko was like bajor is my home when i retire when i go home it's gonna be to bajor and they were like you will never find peace in bajor :)

it was still really cool to see them again though. i'm fucking obsessed

and like...imagine being kira, or any bajoran. and you work with sisko for five years and he's like man cmon im not jesus. stop treating me like im jesus. i dont believe in that shit. and then he goes into the wormhole to face down 2800 enemy ships and vaporizes them with his mind. buddy you're not beating the jesus allegations anytime soon or like ever

QUARK IN THIS EPISODE ALSO. everything up to him because everyone else got thrown in jail for being rom sympathizers. him kidnapping ziyal for help was brilliant. they made a good team for .5 seconds. i love also that he 1. murdered two guys 2. freaked the fuck out about it, which is exactly what he did in that one episode with the klingon lady

also, QUARK E KIRA!!!! "i'd kiss you quark but" NO! KISS HIM!!!!!!!!!!

ziyal......girl, rip. she got there in the end i guess. but holy shit, i didn't realize damar had it in him. if im being honest im glad they killed her and not rom, it looked dangerously close to heading that way i know i checked up on him on memory alpha but STILL

what was really fun about it was dukat snapping. that wasn't where i saw his arc going but him totally losing it and then giving sisko back the baseball vs sisko triumphantly taking the baseball back...wow. that prop held so much weight over these 6 episodes and i was wondering how it was gonna pay off and it paid off REAL good

odo's change of heart.....................................

look. in theory, i LOVE him having a struggle and coming down on the side of the federation because of, primarily, kira. i just think his "betrayal" came out of nowhere, he was instantly telling this mommy changeling all his deepest secrets and then linking with her without any lead up or build up. if he had been struggling beforehand, if he had still been human and wanted it taken away from him, this i would understand. but his "betrayal" had no meat to it, so his change of heart doesn't feel very meaningful either. so like i want to care but i don't.

that said, when she asked why he changed his mind and he said "i think you know the answer" that was. pretty good. that was pretty good. it makes me hopeful that odo and i can get past this very rough place in our relationship :(

TONIGHT: finally back to voyager to catch up on all the voyager we skipped to watch ds9 three nights in a row. we got "day of honor" and "nemesis," for realsies this time

[bellaxgiornata]

Hey! So I've been rereading the stray cause i cannot get over our Matty cuddling with a cat and while i'm doing that, i have this sudden thing that pops out in my mind. Do you ever consider the reader having a baby? Yes, we have our boys Matty and Mittens and are super in love with that but i just imagine a scene where the cat plays with their baby. I just melted. You know, just a thought.

But all in all, hope you are doing well today!

Ahh OMG! I'm so happy to hear you're enjoying that installment so much!! 💕 There will be more Matt and Mittens because I have so many headcanons about Matt with a cat that I'm going to let loose in FFTD, don't worry!!

BUT YES! I've said many times before that this series will eventually get to the point where Matt and Reader have a child in FFTD. It's not anytime soon though, because I know not everyone enjoys reading about pregnancies and babies, but I've always wanted FFTD to be the series where I give Matt the love and family he deserves (despite the occasional angst I torment him with). But that has always been the purpose of FFTD. I absolutely love Matt Murdock even if I torture the shit out of him in some of my other fics, but this fic is the one where I give him love and family--and I'm not saying that as if he requires a child to be happy or have a family or anything, either. I'm a mom and I personally love the idea of Matt as a father. I think he'd be terrified and think that he'd be a terrible father, but I personally think he'd be a pretty damn great one considering how great his own father was to him while he was alive.

And believe me, I have certainly thought about Mittens interacting with baby Murdock down the road. It melts my heart and y'all will eventually see that someday in this series, but again, a baby is still a bit away! But I could ten thousand percent see Mittens hopping up onto the bed in the mornings when baby Murdock wakes up hungry and fussing. Mittens would pop his little furry head into the bassinet to check on the baby before meowing at Matt and Reader to feed them. And I could see Mittens curled up on Reader's side of the bed napping next to the bassinet when baby Murdock is taking naps in there throughout the day.

Thank you for the ask! I love thinking about this cute little family! I'm doing alright today and I hope you're having a good day, friend! ❤

[mayullla]

Three Wishes (Genie Yandere), I saw that you wanted to make a part 2 but didn’t have any ideas. Might I suggest one? I have a book of Arabian Nights by the Folio Society that has some stories with genies in it, and I think you could take inspiration from the story. The story is called, The Second Calendar (from the larger story, The Three Calendars).

It’s a long tale since it’s technically 3 stories within 1 greater story, but focusing in the second story with the genie in it, essentially a Princess has been kidnapped and married/trapped to a Efrite (in some cases it’s the same as a genie/jinn, but is just classified as a supernatural being) for 25 years. The princess lives in a palace deep within a mountain (accessed by a trapped door with a large bronze ring) where she has all her comforts and luxuries. She has never seen the outside world since the marriage. Her Efrite husband comes on each 10th day to be with her, but she can press on a plate in the wall (or talisman in some versions) to summon him anytime.

A Prince wonders into the trap door, enters, and of course sees the Princess. She tells him of her misfortune, and they spend the next 5 days with each other falling in love (Prince arrived on the 4th day). Prince gets ahead of himself thinking he can slay the Efrite and take the Princess to escape/marry later, and he rashly presses onto the plate/talisman to summon the Efrite much to the Princess trying to prevent him doing so.

As you can imagine, shit hits the fan, Princess urges the Prince to run away/hide as she’s confronted by her husband. He sees the Prince’s shoes and sword, asks Princess whom she’s seen, she tries to deny it, and Efrite ends up easily finding the Prince, demands Princess cut off his head since “she doesn’t know him,” Princess refuses saying that he’s innocent since “she’s never met him,” Efrite then tells Prince he’ll spare him if the Prince cuts off the Princess’s head, Prince also refuses to do it since he loves her too and “he’s never met her and can’t kill an innocent.”

Efrite says he sees love in both their eyes, grows very angry, and proceeds to chop off the Princess’s hands and feet, killing her…His kinda understandable logic being one cannot cheat on another, and it’s their right to kill them (but since this is obviously an Islamic tale…only men own their wives…same rules don’t apply in reverse…gotta love misogyny/patriarchy…)

Now the last of the tale, the Efrite had turned the Prince into an ape (cause that’s his “justice” for laying hands on his wife), and the Prince is picked up by a kingdom impressed that a ape is so knowledgeable. The king summons his daughter (gonna call her princess #2) to see the ape, and Princess #2 immediately knows the ape is a cursed human cause she practices magic, and tells Prince she’ll break the enchantment.

Princess #2 draws a magic circle with lots of symbols in it, summons the Efrite who cursed Prince, Efrite is obviously pissed off, and him and Princess #2 get into a magical fight. Goes on for a bit, but essentially Efrite would turn into an animal, and Princess #2 would do the same, chasing him to try and kill. Here are some of the transformations…Efrite becomes a scorpion, Princess #2 a serpent, then Efrite becomes an eagle, Princess #2 becomes a vulture…and so forth prey and predator.

In the end Princess #2 kills him when they both erupt into literal fire for the last transformations (also accidentally their fight caused Prince to loose 1 eye from the flames). Her fire consumes the Efrite and he turns into ash, with Princess #2 doing so soon after cause the magic was too powerful even for her to wield (but not before enchanting a bowl of water to splash onto the Prince to break his ape curse).

Prince is now human again, and goes off to try and get back to his kingdom (and reclaim his throne that’s part of the larger storyline…). The end.

Now obviously I don’t think a bad ending with Reader’s death is what anyone wants, and fundamentally this story is about the Prince (with women being used as sacrifices/accessories to his story, surprise surprise), but I hope you can take some bits and pieces of inspiration from this story. I tried to only tell you the most critical parts of this story, as there are of course different versions out there, but these were the consistent plot points across them all.

I hope you liked this long ass read 🩷🩷🩷

this was deff a very long ask lmao but it did give me some ideas the first part where I read the first part where the reader was stuck for 20 years and the prince immediately gave me an idea hehehe of like the reader being stuck in the lamp for a long time with the genie. The reader never aged and sometimes she wondered if time stopped when the lamp was found again by a young man. The genie doing his job went out of the lamp but it took a while for the young man to decide his wishes and whatnot. In the middle of that, he meets the reader (the genie had let her take a peek at the world outside the lamp) and falls in love with her. She is also allowed to chat with the young man and the man the more he is with her the more he falls in love and when he finds out the reader was trapped and was once human he thinks of saving her. So for his last wish he asked the genie to release her shackles but what the young man didn't know was that the genie and you were connected in some form and that if you were released he too would be released. Angry that the young man wanted his own wife he wanted revenge and the wish was vague and he got a job to fulfill he granted your freedom but also his.

Short, it was a bad ending for the young man while also the same for the reader cause even tho release Genie still had his magic so he punished the reader back to the lamp or so other punishment I need to think up.

That is a whole nother one-shot right there hehehe~

The latter part is a little difficult for me to think up something nothing really clicks for me currently head only thinking about the first half only lolll

[nova--spark]

Hoping and Dreaming

[The day Anthea's life was torn asunder, something happened. Something she still to this day, cannot explain. Something she hopes someday, she might ]

I remember almost every little detail of the accident, up until I was found by the EMTs in the rubble.

I remember the rumbling sounds of battle outside, of gunfire, cannons, the thundering booms of the Cybertronians running through the city.

I remember the explosion, the loud ringing in my ears as the stadium crumbled to pieces around me. The sound of short circuiting power, of shattered glass raining down and of water dripping and pooling the ruined space around me.

The hours spent crushed under the debris piled atop me, and slowly feeling my legs go numb, till I could no longer feel them.

Screaming louder and louder, till my voice was almost gone, till it was nothing more than a strained cry and plea for help.

The burning sensation of the wounds on my body, the soreness and pain I wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

It was hell.

When the EMTs arrived, I was so relieved. I knew my legs were long gone by now. It had been nearly 4 hours, and I had lost all feeling by the second one. I couldn’t move anything beyond my thigh at that point .

Once I had arrived at the hospital, I just…gave up. My body was too weak, I’d given in altogether, and all the adrenaline drained. After hours surrounded by nurses, doctors and any kind of medical professional , my chest just felt heavy. Not in the way that medicine could explain just… heavy in the manner of realizing what I had survived. And that everything was over.

It was those thoughts that flooded my mind as I drifted to sleep, along the humming of hospital machinery and the somber silence of the tragedy of that day.

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In my dreams, I sat alone, just an endless pool of stars, and utter quiet.

Complete silence, the stars and me. That was all I could think of. This…realm, void, whatever it was, was like the city at night.

Dotted with faint splatters of starlight. Nothing I hadn’t seen before.

I felt…drained.

Hopeless.

Like I could just lie back, and let the pool under me swallow me whole. Just fall under the water and drift off.

It was tempting, really.

I could feel it too, see it.

My hands slowly sinking through the floor, into the water…my legs too, if they were there anymore, which I doubted.

It was almost a welcome embrace and…and I wanted to sink in, wanted to—

‘Not yet.’

It was those words, echoing around me that snapped me aware of what I was doing. I stood- or at least, sat back up on what remained of my legs… I looked around, but there wasn’t anyone but me.

… there was a presence.

Someone, something there, just… out of sight. But I could feel them there, just that sensation of something… other.

Not human, that much I could tell, but there was just something… powerful, something watching. Thinking perhaps?

‘I am sorry’

I had to laugh. Sorry? It was sorry? For my loss? My existence now? Why would it even care?

Whatever it was, anyway.

‘I am so sorry, little star. Your spark has been dulled, by a war not your own.’

Well, no shit… Still, these words felt…comforting, in some manner. Like fresh water in the heat, it was a small relief.

‘You were not meant for the ground, you were meant to soar.’

I looked from where I lay, up above me, where the sky of this dream was dotted with almost no stars.

‘’...I don’t have wings,I-I can’t dance anymore and now I can’t even walk. I can’t…I can’t do anything ‘’

I wanted to cry, to scream, to shout, just…rage but it wouldn’t come out.

Just numbness at everything.

‘You will do all that, and more. In time. ‘

‘’...Will my life ever be normal again?”

‘No. It will be more than you thought it could ever be.’

For the first time, the dark sky lit up. A whole galaxy of stars, that only in my dreams could I imagine of seeing, appeared before my eyes. It was beautiful, a sight I wished deep down, might come true some day.

‘’I hope that you’re right then’’

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The nurses told me in the morning that, in my deep sleep, my vitals had suddenly dropped and Mami had run frantically to get them.

They couldn’t find why they’d dropped but…just as they were trying to figure things out, they’d stabilized, just shortly before I woke up.

Mami had clung to me for hours after, saying we would get through everything that had happened.

All I had the strength to say was that I hoped she was right.

And I hoped that whatever I’d dreamed of that night, that it too was right.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“Lance has never, not once in his life, planned for something beforehand. And things work out for him, somehow. It drives everyone around him insane.”

Lance put his hands under his chin, beaming at Pidge, who continued to glare at him, although the corner of her mouth was twitching.

“The universe just loves me, Pidgey! She knows how cute I am and realises that bad things shouldn’t happen to cute people. So I don’t need to prepare for anything!”

Shiro furrowed his brow. “There’s no way that’s true, Pidge. Don’t discredit Lance’s work just because you can’t see it,” he admonished. Hunk was shaking his head before Shiro even finished his sentence.

“Nah, man, it’s true. I spent five weeks studying for the Garrison entry exam. I made colour-coded binders and everything, and I was still stressed that I didn’t spend enough time on the material. I want you to guess how much time Lance spent on that thing.”

Shiro pursed his lips, thinking. “It’s a pretty big test, and I can’t imagine not spending a lot of time on it, but based on your tone I’m going to assume it was not that long. A week and a half? Two weeks?” he guessed. Hunk shot Lance an exasperated look.

“Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you did.”

Lance grinned sheepishly. “Test was at 0800 hours on a Monday, so I downed a few Redbull 24 hours beforehand and crammed. Took the test at the right time, went home, and slept for a couple days, basically. Wasn’t fun, but it was only a couple days,” he shrugged again, “So I think it was worth sacrificing a night of beauty routine.”

Shiro gaped at him. “Twenty four- you spent a collective - did you actually -”

Hunk patted his shoulder. “The worst part is that the only person to get a better score than he did was Keith. That was what bothered Lance about the ordeal. The rest of us were fuming about everything else. I cannot count on my hands how many times his mother gave him shit about studying, telling him he’d regret wasting time, and he didn’t. It was so annoying.” Now it was Pidge’s turn to gape.

“Shit, I knew you didn’t prepare much, but did you seriously only spend twenty-four hours studying and you scored second best in the whole fucking test pool?” she demanded. Lance sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘If you had studied like a normal person you would’ve done better’,” he said, using air quotes, “Blah blah blah. But hey! Second place isn’t that bad. Besides, studying never works for me, okay? I get bored and then I can’t retain anything. It feels like I can only prepare when a deadline is breathing down my neck, so that’s what I do!” His shoulders had tensed during his tirade; he’d gotten defensive.

Dear god. Did he think that they were giving him shit about second-place? That wasn’t it at all! “Lance,” Pidge said slowly, “That is insanely impressive. It’s absolutely bonkers that you scored that high with only a day of prep, frenzied or not. You’re wicked smart.”

Lance looked at her, confused. “What? No I’m not. I just get lucky is all. Like I said, the universe likes me.” He shot her a small smile. “I’m not taking the genius position of the team anytime soon, bud, don’t you worry.”

Pidge blinked at him. “No, Lance, that’s not what I-” she huffed, frustrated. She looked at Hunk. “How do I drill this into his skull?” she demanded. Hunk shrugged.

“I’ve been trying to tell him for fifteen years. Let me know when you’ve figured it out.” Lance looked back and forth at the two of them.

“What are you two talking about?” he asked. Pidge sighed.

“One day,” she said, patting his arm as she got up to leave. “One day I will get through to you. Mark my words.”

“Okay? I’m still so confused?” Pidge pointed her finger in the air, gesturing angrily to the heavens.

“One day!”

[trevorxparrish]

"Nah! I know the real reason was because you were trying to impress me—���—" He says as he feels the wolf's uneasiness, but doesn't want to bring it to attention, because it'd make things worse. A part of Trevor wonders if Eli struggles more with the temporary loss of his limbs, of the nature of his actions back then. Truth is, Trevor would help any citizens within the city, but only for a handful would he risk his life this way. And he's well aware that giving his blood to the wolf like he had, had been a dangerous gamble. Not that it would've killed him, but he could've remained in a coma far longer than he had.

Trevor grins. "You can say it, you know———I won't judge you." And there, he lets it linger in the air for a second, like he expects Elijah to say he prefers men, but then, he adds; "We both know you like me a lot more. Me and my amazing ass and mouth. You'd be a fool to like like this angel noodle better!" Trevor teases. The client knows that the wolf still struggles with his sexuality, but strangely enough, he seems more at ease to talk about his attraction for him, at least when they're alone. As he has no clue of the kind of conversation Elijah has with Cassidy now that the older man knows. "They don't... Boobs wouldn't look good on you. I very much prefer the salt and pepper hairiness on your chest." He winks at the younger man.

The elysian snorts at seeing the wolf getting riled up by his comment. "You can spank me all you want when I'm all healed. You know I like it rough. And something tells me I'll still be bed ridden for completely different reasons." He'll still have to call work, and check how things are going. To think Covaire City had been forced to go through another war. Trevor actually wonders if the Alpha had retaliated already—hunting down all the remaining citizens of Northern Light City yet.

"Ah———yeah, that would explain it." He can only imagine how it must have felt to deal with trauma and being hyper at the same time. It saddens him that he couldn't be there for Eli during that time, but at least, he knows - or hopes - that Cassidy was there for the younger man. He thanks Eli for the phone, and shakes his head. "No, I meant once the siphoning starts, I'll be all good quite rapidly. Also, no, no one is coming here. You and Cassidy is more than enough. I don't need anyone getting nosy about my family's house anytime soon." He pauses for a moment then. "If you don't want to go inside, I get it." Then he calls the Château, and talks with Deputy Warden Price. Luckily for him, they do still have prisoners of the war to be executed, but not just people from the other city, but from Covaire City, who'd turned against them, and those were worse than their enemies really.

Once they get there, Trevor makes his way inside with Eli at his side. He's not too weak that he cannot walk, but it's clear that he's beyond tired. Some prisoners flirt with him, or Eli, or the both of them, obviously wanting time away from here after the shit show that had taken place, but the elysian isn't interested in any of that. All he wants, is to really feel alive again. They get to a room, with three prisoners he'd paid for. He doesn't even try to say anything, and just goes for the mage first. The way he bites them is far from sexy—he bites into their skull, crushing it, and a moment later, the mage falls limp to the floor completely drained of their life just as Trevor sighs, an intoxicated smile on his blood stained lips.

At being called a young man Eli laughed. Because it was funny to him that while Trevor was decades older than him they looked the opposite. He didn't really think he'd ever end up with someone that had been born before Texas became a state. "Yup, definitely got my limbs blown off for shits and giggles--" Eli muttered. For just a moment he swore he felt a phantom pain push through his limbs. Just the ghost of a memory that he was fine with losing. Of knowing what it felt like to be a litteral stump. He shivered and let it roll off and away. Not wanting to lose the rest of this moment. Of getting another chance.

Eli had never really thought about it before. Preferences and desires and sexuality and all that other bullshit. He couldn't help but chuckle as Trevor said that asses were gender neutral. The guy wasn't wrong. "It's never really been something I've talked to anyone about. But yeah, I like women. I've just guess that I've never liked 'em enough." Because saying that he liked men better was still too difficult to say for some dumb reason. He was literally in bed cuddling another man -that he lived with- and he still found ways to not say what he actually meant. Thankfully Trevor had carried right along to describing what he liked. And Eli raised an eyebrow as he smirked at Trevor. "Yeah, those things don't really go together all that much I guess."

Trevor seemed to be getting better and more himself as they laid on the bed so Eli didn't mind the other man being a shit to him. It was better than the last two weeks. And their shit talk was something he found deeply calming. Like everything was alright. That they could make it through nearly dying and not having things change too much. When Trevor quips back about his hands he pulls Trevor against him so he can swat Trevor's ass. "Yeah, they work fuckin' fine. Keep it up you little fuck and see what happens when you aren't bed ridden."

"Me. Because I haven't been dead for two weeks. I was jacked after what you did. Felt like I'd had a speedball." But it hadn't felt the same as tasting Trevor's blood usually did. He'd been too panicked, too aware of danger to be able to enjoy any of the residuals of the Elysian blood. And feeling too good wasn't his favorite thing anyway. It wasn't real and it never lasted. Eli nodded his head and untangled himself from Trevor, handing the other man his charged cell phone as he got off the bed. "A matter of minutes? They gonna bring you someone or are you gonna have to go down there?" Eli didn't really like either option. But that had everything to do with how much he avoided the Chateau and the guards as much as he possibly could.

[hyunin]

GIFS BEFORE AND AFTER COLORING | tagged by @miyawaki 💗

back at it again...not that much has changed since last time i did this, but a couple things have! the main thing is that now, i finally use set black point and set white point in curves. it def cuts out a lot of time and trouble as far as color correcting stuff goes. i always put the curves layers at the very bottom under the base psd i use (which is here, for anyone that wants to look at it! sorry for the mess.....i cannot overstate that.) i still do a lot of dragging the hand up and down on color curves based on where i need more or less of a certain color, but set black and white point has been a life saver lately.

once again, i have the stuff i major color corrected more on the right side and “regular normal” examples of my coloring on the left side. i always crank up the saturation on this shit, women want me, washed out videos fear me and then i also kinda nerf yellows into the ground...but i add more yellows in at the end! i used to make skin way too red imo but now sometimes i make things too yellow...happy medium when...but my base psd tends to fail when there are a lot of reds and yellows because it just makes everything the same color and is very unfortunate, so i do still make coloring from scratch sometimes even though i barely remember how to do it anymore. tragic. i also tend to make blacks darker/negative offset. by default my psd has a ton of contrast but i usually tone it down because it can make faces too pale for my liking.

another recent development that has given me a coloring identity crisis from time to time is the curves 1 layer in the green cyan coloring folder (if you look at the psd i linked.) this curves layer does some funky stuff. it kinda makes whites greyer and shadows darker and other things i can’t explain...but sometimes it looks really bad! and so i’ve recently learned sometimes the play is toggling it off LMAO and it makes things look super different, to the point that when i first started doing that i was like who am i....is this even my coloring anymore...because i think that layer is a big part of what makes my coloring look unique! regardless though, we always still love red and cyan in this house and i can’t imagine that trademark of mine changing anytime soon.

not me writing an essay on this instead of working on the actual essay i have due this week i’ll tag @spearbin @agibbangs @minzbins @hyunchanz @wonjinist @jisungs  @gu9udan @minijeong @seo-trashbins @jizung and anyone else who wants to do this and if u already did it show me i wanna see but no pressure to do it as always!! (obligatory this is carly yangjeongin on main disclaimer)

[dynyamight]

#116 bkdk please 🥰

send me a writting ask

116. “I’m right here.”

Nightmares. Midoriya feels embarrassed to even admit he still has them.

Ochako had told him that was perfectly normal. “Heroes aren’t high and almighty, Deku. We struggle, cry, and experience loss. Why wouldn’t we have nightmares, either?”

“I have nightmares too, Midoriya-san.” Iida had confessed to him, “But, they don’t make us weak. They fuel us to stay strong and brave.”

Todoroki felt the most convincing to Midoriya. “I have them. Almost every other night.”

“Oh.” Midoriya barely voiced, feeling a little intrusive. He adjusted his phone in his hand, trying to dispel the stiff air he felt in the call.

“Yeah.” On Todoroki’s end, Midoriya heard a bit of shuffling. “If you feel like you’re the only person in the world who deals with the worst of them, you’re not. I’m there with you.”

“Do you know anything to make them disappear?”

“If I did, don’t you think I would have stopped having them?”

“Sorry. You’re completely right.” Midoriya sighed, long and defeated. “I just hate bothering people with these calls.”

“There’s nothing wrong with calling me.” Todoroki offered softly. “I get it. It also helps me to talk it out with someone, too.”

Midoriya hummed, left feeling disappointed in his gut. He knows Todoroki, as well as the rest of his closest friends, are willing to deal with his phone calls. But, he wants them to stop. The nightmares.

They always leave him in a cold sweat, gasping for air. No matter how strong he got, no matter how many villains he took down, or how much the public adornes him with glory and applause, the nightmares break him.

They belittle him. They mock him. They dare him with the deaths of his loved ones. They taunt him with deaths of his own. They curse him with images of not saving enough, or saving no one at all.

All for One. He continues to haunt him, the moment he closes his eyes and falls in a slumber. And, it leaves Midoriya frustratingly holding back tears, wanting him to leave his essence.

And, tonight was another one of those nights. Padding down barefoot, Midoriya walks out of his bedroom and into the living space. There’s a damp towel around his neck, soaking the sweat he built up from his recent nightmare.

In his hands, his cell phone was held tight.

He doesn’t want to call Todoroki, or Ochako, or Iida. He doesn’t want to stress out his mother any more than she needs to. All Might deserves a peaceful night of his own, free from Midoriya’s rambles. And, Midoriya simply didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk with anyone else.

Except, maybe there was one. Midoriya groans, slumping down on his couch.

He looks down at the phone in his hands, its screen glowing. There was a contact name blaring at him back, beckoning him to press the call button.

Midoriya hates the way his exhausted mind easily talks to him into pressing it. He hates the way he puts the phone to his ear, as if he hopes the call is picked up. He hates the way his heart beats frantically in his chest, wanting to hear that familiar voice.

Midoriya hopes his call is ignored.

“Who the fuck is this?”

His voice gets caught in his throat. Midoriya feels the burning of embarrassment suddenly engulf him, like a wildfire.

Bakugou never looks at the contact name, before answering any calls, Midoriya knows. And, he knows that if he were to say anything, Bakugou would know it’s him.

But, he can’t even breathe right now. He immediately regrets everything. Bakugou could be working, patrolling. Bakugou could have been sleeping. Bakugou could have been enjoying time by himself. Or with others.

God, he could be with people right now, and Midoriya’s wanting to talk about his nightmares. How embarrassing. How weak of him.

“Hello?” Bakugou’s voice echoes. “Hello?”

Midoriya chokes, tears falling down his cheeks. “S-Sorry.”

He hangs up.

And, just as fast as he ends the call, his phone is ringing.

It’s almost laughable. If it wasn’t for the brittle heart he had currently, Midoriya would have been smiling at the way Bakugou was urgently calling back. But, instead, he felt terrible, making Bakugou stressed.

Tentatively, Midoriya answers the call, quickly wiping his tears. “K-Kacchan—”

“Where are you? Now.” Bakugou’s concern booms.

Midoriya shakes his head. “I’m home. Safe.”

“You hurt?”

“N-No. I’m okay.”

There’s a moment of silence on Bakugou’s end. “..The fuck you crying about?” He suddenly asks, bluntly.

“It’s—” Midoriya groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s nothing.”

“Hell, it’s nothing.” Bakugou scoffs, “You fucking called me during my shift.”

Of course he did. “You should go back, then.”

“Nah, I got it covered. ‘Sides, it ain’t eventful, tonight.”

“You need to go back to work, Kacchan. It’s important.” Midoriya chastises.

“Yeah, well, so are you.”

That prickles some tears. Sniffing, Midoriya furiously rubs his eyes, frantically trying to keep them dry. The stuffiness in his nose returns, making his voice sound muffled. “I had a nightmare. That’s all.”

“You used to have shitty nightmares, when we were younger.”

“I never outgrew them.” Midoriya admits, quietly.

“Hm.” There’s a bit of wind resounding in Bakugou’s end. “Did they get worse?”

“..They have.”

“Why haven’t you told me.”

Shrugging against the phone, Midoriya curls himself into a ball. “I thought you wouldn’t want to hear about them. They are a bit bothersome, even for me.”

“I wouldn’t—” Bakugou ceases, sighing. “Then, tell me. What was it about? This one.”

Reimagining his nightmares was always hard. Midoriya remembers the faces of the people in his dreams, and the sensations he feels afterwards. But, he cannot seem to recall the story of them, the events in order.

But, for this particular nightmare, there wasn’t any bizarre plotline to understand.

“You.” Midoriya confesses. “You were in it. And, All for One had taken you, in his hands. And, right when I was so close to reaching you, he— you were gone.”

“Lame.”

Sputtering, Midoriya is utterly baffled. “That’s—!”

“What the hell, Deku. You should have known that I ain’t dying anytime soon.” Bakugou huffs irritated, “Especially not from that damn old man. People would call for elder abuse, from how I could beat his ass.”

He shouldn’t laugh, but Midoriya can’t help it. He smiles, staring up at his ceiling. “I knew you would say something like that.”

“Is that why you called?” Bakugou inqueries, “So, you could hear me say that.”

“..Yeah.” Midoriya nods. He brings a hand to his curls, running them through. “I needed to hear you say that.”

“You planning to go back to sleep?”

“You’ve never asked these many questions before, Kacchan.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Midoriya exhales a defeated breath, laying his head back on the couch. “No. I wasn’t.”

“You fucking should.” Bakugou tsk’s. Midoriya can imagine him shaking his head in disapproval.

“If I do, the nightmares will come back.” He states weakly, and his shoulders tighten. “I-I can’t. I don’t want to see you fall again.”

“..Stay on the line.”

Midoriya doesn’t know what to expect, as he stayed waiting. A couple seconds became a few minutes, and then those minutes became at least fifteen minutes of no response.

He’s about to hang up, thinking Bakugou had to go back to combat, until he hears loud rummaging.

“You there?” Bakugou voices.

He nods. But then, Midoriya remembers that Bakugou can’t see him. “Y-Yeah. I am.” He hurriedly states.

“Good.”

There’s a lot more movement and noise sounding off on Bakugou’s end; clinking of metal, heavy footsteps, car horns, beeping of sorts.

“I put you on my bluetooth.” Bakugou mentions it easily.

“N-No! Don’t do that, Kacchan!” Midoriya frantically insists, sitting up fully in his seat.

“I need to do my fucking job, idiot.”

“Then, hang up!”

“Yeah, but you need me.”

Midoriya stills. Despite his pleas to leave, his heart soars achingly, appreciating Bakugou’s efforts towards him. It causes a surge of tears, threatening to fall. “I-I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re exhausting, Deku.” Bakugou groans, “If you were, I would have hung up by now.”

“What are you even planning for us to do, then?”

“Fucking easy.” Bakugou huffs confidently, “Keep your phone to your ears.”

“Keep my phone?”

“So, when you fall asleep, you can still continue hearing me alive.” Bakugou states, “Hear me talk, walk, breathe. Maybe, in your shit dreams, I’ll be alive there, too.”

Midoriya smiles, his vision blurring. “I wish you were here.” He confesses.

“I’m right here.” Bakugou firmly states, his voice resounding deep in Midoriya’s fragile, weakened core. “Just don’t fucking hang up, and I’ll be here.”

And, Midoriya doesn’t. He listens quietly to Bakugou flying around his city, the booming of his explosives reaching his call. And, he hears all the conversations Bakugou has with people; his sidekicks, the bypassing citizens, his fellow fans.

Midoriya overhears Bakugou mentioning to someone that yes, he was on a call, and no, it wasn’t their business who. “It’s someone I would fucking fight for. There. Happy now?” Bakugou relents, finally.

Midoriya wants to laugh, but instead, he feels his body light and sleepy. Resting flat on the couch, he brings a pillow to his chest, and allows himself to close his eyes.

The last thing he hears from Bakugou is a small, short whisper. “Let me fight those nightmares, Deku.”

His dreams consist of Bakugou beating up All for One with ease.

[lovelyjasmari]

Twisted Wonderland Reaction Part 16 ~ NRC Wedding Crashers Edition

A few days late but what the hell, finally finished leveling up my suitor cards and finished the Phantom Bride event. All in all, it was very fun and gave me many laughs and many moments to satisfy my thirsty, simping soul. 

I’ll need all of that soon cause tomorrow, Book 5′s ending finally drops in EN and I will officially have NO MORE EXCUSES to stall reading it! I did accidentally see a pic of Vil’s OB form a few days ago and, good god in heaven, it’s GORGEOUS! It’s gorgeous but the nightmare it gave me? Yeah...not so much. I am both awaiting tomorrow with both terror and hype. 

In the meantime, let’s simp over our twst boys trying to be princes and kick ghost ass! Warning: pic heavy, swearing, ghost violence, major cheesiness and LOTS AND LOTS of Rook thirsting!

Also a little Lilia thirsting for good measure...👀

Crowley is me preparing for D23 Expo, I can just imagine how much he owes Yuulan thought at this point...

The plaid looks suits you so I’ma say yes! 💖

TWST EN BACK ON THEIR BULLSHIT AGAIN!!!! Idia’s SSR story is even worse! 💀

You are too precious for words, my sweet apple child. It’s okay, you’ve redeemed yourself and I like you again! 7/10! 💙

That’s the least you can do cause I feel like I’d be arguing with Ace a lot if we were married. But he’s both sincere and fun so I’ll give him a 7.5/10!

Awwweee, a rose-clad gentleman. Even though Riddle is strict, I feel like more than anything, he’d do his best to be the best husband he can be. And after reading his accompanying vignette and seeing how devoted he is to doing the honorable thing, I give him an 8/10! 

Oh god...oh fuck...

Ghost A, you know not what you’re saying! This man, THIS HUNTER is about to kill you all over again with his romantic musings! But it’s okay. My fellow Rook simps, LET US PREPARE TO FEAST UPON WHAT THE GAME IS ABOUT TO GIVE US! I AM READY TO BE FED! FEED ME!!! 😍😍😍✨✨✨😍😍😍

Ooooohhhhhhh, he’s reciting a poem!! 😳

ROOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKK

Accurate depiction of me after he completed his poem, I squealed so hard and so loud into my pillow I actually had trouble breathing after. UGGGGHHHHH MMMFFFF!!! He is so cheesy and cringe but I love him so much! Everything his says just goes right to my heart and I like to think he truly means the things he says which is why I adore it, like this is gonna sound uber cringe but I like to imagine he could look at someone like me and still actually find something beautiful there. Idk, maybe that’s the praise kink thirst talking but I admire that abt Rook. Ughhhh, I don’t care if he’s sus as fuck 99.99999999% of the time! 10000000/10!!!! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Okay, enough simping, back to our regularly scheduled program! 😂

Hear that? It’s the sound of Ghost A signing his SECOND death warrant!

WHY even say that, Ace?! You’re just gonna piss him off harder!

See it’s already too late! He’s gone full tomato mode! 

Oof, can’t say I sympathize though. You fuck with an angry kitten, you get fucking bit. 

Meanwhile, let’s see how poor Idia is doing...

Not well at all it seems. And I feel like this line is referencing his SSR but since I didn’t pull for it, I can’t be too sure. Wouldn't be surprised though...

Floyd you deserve to be there for snitching Jade out so just shut the fuck up before I get the stick! 

LILIA 💀💀💀

Kiss the girl! Oops, wrong scenario...🙃

Dude you literally talked shit abt them trying to help you, little too late to beg for compassion. Though I feel like that’s something Floyd would do...

Pretty! ✨✨✨💖💖✨💖💖💖✨✨

Aaaaannnnddd he’s back on that sus-shit again! But that’s why I love him! 

ROOK!!! SIR!!!!!

Yo, these ghosts are already dead and even THEY don’t want the smoke from Rook! Congrats, my handsome hunter of love, for THAT right there is a whole new level of sus! You can still hunt me anytime tho...oh shit did I say that aloud??

Ghost B didn’t know it yet, but it was at this moment, he fucked up...

OOF, now ya’ll done it! Filthy farm child has gone feral...

Sweet apple child has returned! Well done, Epel! 

This cannot end well...for the ghost I mean...

OOF

PIPE DOWN BITCH WERE TRYING TO SAVE YOU

Really tho, that’s a terrible name even if it’s for a ghost. And I think his name was Chubby in JP, even worse!

Awwwee, it’s so adorable, I hate it. 

My thoughts exactly...

A literal sock would be a better wife than you...

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU BIRD MAN?! And wait, you’re pretty tall yourself, why didn’t you try wooing her?!

Cause you lowkey did...💀

*all the Idia simps line up*

WHAT THEY SAID! I STILL WANNA DROPKICK HER FOR SLAPPING VIL TOO!

Alright, something something happily ever after. Good for Eliza I guess, even if I couldn’t stand her for slapping Vil (and a few of my ocs too). Alright now that’s done with, let’s read some vignettes! 💖

Malleus my beloved!! I always love seeing him and this interaction was very sweet and showed off the noble side of both dorm leaders very well! 

THAT YOU ARE!!! You dropped this, King. 👑

It’s probably a good thing this group didn’t get a chance to woo Eliza because Rook would have ABSOLUTELY won her heart and then I’d have to kill her again before she took him away to the afterlife. 

Ohhh, my handsome hunter. 😭😭😭 Speak all that is in your mind, I want to know it all and feel it too! 💙

I will admit though, this is one thing that does bother me about Rook, but at the same time, I feel like what he says is genuine. I think his biggest problem is that he becomes so enraptured at times he doesn’t think, like when he praised Neige right in front of Vil, that was kinda uncalled for. But idk, even with these minor moments, I still adore Rook and no, it’s not because I want him to praise me too. STOP PERCIEVING ME! 

I mean, how could I NOT gush over a smile like that?! 😳😳😳

Aaaahhh, and now Malleus is playing fairy godmother to Lilia! 💚

Absolutely gorgeous! This could easily be an SSR and the color suits him sooooo well! The style really captures the paradoxal beauty of Lilia’s youthful agelessness and is extremely elegant and very charming! This is actually my current favorite groovy art because it’s so pretty! Also, IS THAT A FUCKING LUCKY EMBLEM?! 

What Sebek said! Lilia is so gorgeous Silver is actually alert! His beauty woke him up!

SIR!!!!! DON’T YOU START TOO! Especially since I’m still not sure if I just adore Lilia platonically or actually thirst for him. I’ve been unsure since day one but his voice for this line does NOT help matters! AT ALL!! 😳

Yeah...and with that, Phantom Bride is complete! I might be slow to post my reaction to the end of Book 5 depending on if it’s as traumatizing as my JP friends have been teasing about for the last few months. I wonder though which event we’ll get next cause I kinda thought we’d get the wishing star event since it would coincide with Tanabata, but then again maybe not since it’s not a holiday here. Either way I gotta start saving for Scary Monsters so for the sake of my wallet let’s hope it’s NOT the wishing star event. OR WORSE! THE SCALDING SANDS FIREWORK EVENT!!! 

[goldenrodgal]

( @falsegold ) first of all, hoooooly shit that poor fossil pokemon. my condolences to you and all the profs on that. cannot imagine being there.

i do have a question for Birch, but no pressure to answer it with the situation going on. it was more just asking if he was going to stop by Orre anytime soon to study the ecosystem here since i've heard wild pokemon are finally starting to show up kinda regularly. which is saying a lot considering 5 or 6 years ago this place was so much of a dump that a wild grimer would pass on showing up here. figured he's already heard the reports of it, but wouldn't hurt to ask?

no pressure though again, i'm guessing youre going to be real busy with the situation on your hands rn. wishing you all good luck with that.

[[Attachment: an audio clip of a segment of Professor Oak's Pokemon Talk: Paradox Pokemon Special]]

[[Rowan mutters, "The poor thing!" and can be heard attempting to stifle his sobs.

Birch addresses the actual question first, voice shaking with emotion. "Firstly, thank you for your concern. Thanks to the evidence Hop and Professor Sonia are gathering, we should be able to point the authorities in the right direction. In the meantime, we're making Dracovish as comfortable as it can be. Water respirators do wonders for fish Pokemon of all stripes."

A burbly "Draco!" can be heard from further away.

Birch sighs. "And painkillers. Painkillers all around."

"Hear hear," Professor Sonia adds.

"In happier news," Birch continues, "I am very pleased with the work the people of Orre are doing to restore Pokemon habitats in their region. The change is simply remarkable, and the reports of ground-type sightings get more and more frequent every day! I haven't visited since the recovery efforts began all those years ago, but as soon as I can find the time, you can bet I'll be there!"

"New variants, perhaps," Oak adds. "Fascinating things."

"Rest assured," Raifort finishes, "Regardless of the investigation's outcome, Ms. Liss and I will be having words on her handling of artifacts. Perhaps with some... hands-on... experience."]]

[[end of clip]]

you're really sweet. hope orre can finally bounce back!

[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot

Pete Davidson Valentines Day

Warning: Smut

With Valentine's day falling on a Sunday, the day after a SNL taping, you had told your boyfriend Pete, it wasn't necessary to celebrate.

"Just being at the show with you is enough babe. Honestly, people make too big of a fuss over this holiday anyways."

You had said and honestly ment it. Pete was quite the romantic guy, always surprising you with little gestures, so you didn't need a specified day for him to go crazy, especially when he had to work.

The show was great. Pete had a weekend update spot that was hilarious, as usual, ending it with a quick little side note about you.

"Before I go Che, I would like to say a huge Happy Valentines Day to the love of my life Y/N. You have been with me through so much in the last two years and helped me to become a man I can be proud of. I love you so much baby."

He finishes with a huge collective 'Awww' and applause from the audience along with Che and Colin both looking a bit surprised with the sincere nature of the message.

"Wow Pete, that was really beautiful. Y/N is a lucky girl."

Che says, still a bit in shock.

"Yeah she is, and lucky for me, she didn't run when she found out my penis was only three inches."

He adds, the crowd erupting with laughter.

"Ah, there he is. Pete Davidson everybody!"

Che laughs and Pete rolls off the set and walks over to you.

Still laughing, he walks up and asks what you thought.

"You are the sweetest man I have ever met but come on babe, your penis is four inches. Well almost. Don't short yourself."

You joke and Pete kisses you with a chuckle.

The rest of the show went by in a blur and soon, it was time to head home, back to your shared apartment in the city. You were tired but so happy you got to spend the night with your love.

As you make your way off the elevator and towards your door and notice a envelope taped to it. You turn and look to Pete who shrugs with a big smile on his face.

"Pete, what did you do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you have a secret admirer or something."

He tries to sound innocent but you can see right through it. You pull the envelope from the door and open it, pulling out a beautiful card.

'I love you so much and cannot imagine my life without you. Anytime I try, its like a nightmare and I have to reach for you to make sure its not real. You are the love of my life, my best friend and everything I could have ever asked for and more. Thank you for saving my life. I will spend the rest of my life repaying you for the gift that you have given me, if you will have me. Turn around."

Tears well up in your eyes as you read the thoughtful and heartfelt words Pete had written for you. You read the last two words and turn back towards the door that is now open.

String lights hang from the ceiling, flameless candles line a pathway leading from the door towards the living room which is just out of view.

Rose petals are scattered all around as your eyes land on Pete who is in the middle of it all, down on one knee, holding a small velvet box.

Your hands fly to your face, covering your mouth as the tears break free and stream down your face.

"Pete..."

You get out just as he opens the box, revealing the most beautiful and perfect ring you could have ever imagined.

"The card pretty much says everything. I love you Y/N. You are the reason the pain from the past is nothing more than a distant memory. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes! Of course I will marry you Pete!"

Pete stands up and you jump into his arms, kissing all over his face.

A moment later, he sets you back on your feet and placing the ring on your shaking hand.

"Its perfect Pete. I love it."

You stare at the new accessory on your finger then look up at Pete.

"How did you do all of this?"

He leads you further in the apartment after closing the door and you notice more of the new decor.

As you get to the living room, you see what looks like a big air mattress against the couch and surrounded by a lighted set of curtains made to be a makeshift tent hanging from the ceiling. The mattress covered in blankets and pillows and a serving tray sitting in the middle with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries.

Right next to the tray, is two sets of matching heart one piece pajamas and a stack of what you can only assume is romance movies.

"My mom and Casey came over after we left. They really came through huh?"

Pete wraps you in his arms from behind as you take the whole scene in.

"I can't believe they did all of this. Its beautiful, I love it."

You walk over to the makeshift bed and pick up the matching pajama sets, handing one to Pete before going to the bedroom to change.

Once you are both in the pajamas, you join Pete on the air mattress. Pete has picked a movie and pour you each a glass of champagne.

"Happy Valentines day baby."

You say, tapping his glass with yours before taking a sip.

"Happy Valentines day my love."

He says after taking a sip himself.

You lean in to kiss him, letting the whole day wash over you and fuel the already deep burning fire you feel for your future husband.

Breaking from your lips for just a moment, Pete takes the tray between you and carefully moves it and your champagne glasses off the bed to the coffee table that has been moved off to the side.

You watch as he unzips his pajamas then powers himself back down, hovering over you with one hand holding his body weight as the other unzips your pajamas.

You shimmy out of the pajamas and Pete goes to work on your body, his lips connecting with your neck and not leaving your body until he reaches your lace panties.

He looks into your eyes, his filled with fire as he pulls them down, your legs already shaking in anticipation.

"So wet already Princess. All for me?"

He licks his lips as he pulls off his boxers, freeing his excited member.

"Pete, I need you. Please baby I need you inside me."

You look up with begging eyes and he finally gives into your wishes, pushing inside of you as you moan out, gripping the blankets around you.

The two of you find a rhythm quickly, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him deeper inside of you as you dig your nails into his back.

"Fuck babe, you're so tight. Shit."

Pete groans out as you buck your hips wildly as you scream his name, begging for more as you feel the sweet release so close.

Moments later, you and Pete come together, riding out your highs with sloppy kisses and easy thrusts.

You end the night in his arms, lightly kissing his chest and looking at your ring again.

"So, when would you like to make it official?"

Pete asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You look up as him with a smile, thinking for a second.

"Tomorrow."

You answer, half joking. Pete kisses your forehead with a chuckle.

"For real though, soon. I cannot wait to become Mrs. Pete Davidson."

He takes your hand in his, kissing it lightly, just under your ring.

"Whenever you want my love. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there. Even if its just a justice of the peace on a Tuesday afternoon. I don't care. I just want you to be my wife."

You knew he meant it. No matter what you wanted he would be fine with. All that mattered was spending the rest of your life with the man you love.