#i cant quite put the finger on it but i guess its just the same old trite tendency of wanting to show that your ships are better than others

[augustameretrix]

the whole "yuri-coded het" or "straight yaoi" or "[queer ship] is for the straights" is really irking me lately. you can just like or dislike a ship without having to justify by attaching it to another identity/fandom subspace regardless of what you usually ship (or you think you should ship for some goddamn reason. dont think that why do you think that its ridiculous)

[fan-art-ic]

[angellurgy2]

hi i wrote a little brocon thing

you wake up with a start, breathing heavy. you take a harried look processing your surroundings anew. your little brother sleeps next to you, his little chest heaving with soft breaths, you remember him coming to your room in the middle of the night scared by a nightmare- the poor thing, he's always been so shy and easily frightened, you always have to help him out against his schoolyard bullies and the meaner teachers, and you've grown to appreciate him as your pet little sibling throughout the years together. you notice your breathing start to get heavy looking at him now and you quickly glance away, brushing it off as nerves. until your eyes immediately meet your cock, twitching in desperation and leaking all over itself. fuck. a wave of heat rides up your body and you’re struck by memories of a wet dream you had clearly just woken up from, but you cant quite place a finger on exactly what happened. you remember… rutting, needy, slow rutting into.. someone cute and short, someone really fucking tight. 

your hand finds its way to your dick without even thinking of it, mindlessly stroking to the abstract thoughts of the little toy you had just put a baby in in your head. your little bro stirs in his sleep, rolling around like a little puppy. you turn to look, touching yourself while you watch him, comparing his exposed body to the one you had just knocked up. god he even has the same curves, you just can't help but think about how his parts might compare, it's not your fault. fuck, you’re gonna get in so much trouble, mom and dad would kill you… youre the mature one, cmon. you look away in fear, of yourself more than anything. yet as you degrade yourself for your putridity, in the corner of your peripheral vision you catch your baby bro unconsciously spreading his legs, exposing himself, and your eyes instantly stick to them. more specifically they stick to the liquid unmistakably staining his soft, pillowy little thighs. youre flashed with moments of your dream, the person now put in definition; pinning some pathetic boy on his back, forcing his legs up to his shoulders, and splitting his cunt open on your cock as he mumbled uselessly, forcing a litter in him once, then twice, then over and over until it leaked out from him and around your cock.

you look back to your dripping dick, your bush soaked with cum, then back over to your brothers tantalizing little flesh. fuck, did you-? you rut into your hands faster, not able to hide your heat anymore. you hear your brother start to stir, probably to the sound of your desperate noises, and you look over to his little doe eyes looking back. guess its too late now, right? you get up and pounce over him, straddling his fat hips. you love him so much- you just can’t help it. you feel yourself getting closer and closer, and you spray ropes over him. more than you ever have. you see him start to wake up and part of you panics, but you need this. you aim your cock higher, and shoot the rest of your load over his soft, chubby, adorable little face. staining his angelic innocence. 

relieved, you fall on top of him. you rut gently, hugging him as tight as you can. you kiss him on the head before you fall asleep again, “i love you, lil bro~”

[healmyhrt]

⌗ photobooth, n. sturniolo

nick x male!reader

summary: you share a sweet moment with nick in the photobooth at prom.

disclaimers!: kissing, mild cursing, use of y/n, short

a/n: i’ve never written anything nick related before, so i wanted to switch it up a little and give nicolas some love <3. tell me how i did, and feel free to leave constructive criticism!

i waited in line next to the photo booth, fidgeting with my fingers anxiously. it was senior prom, and i didn’t even have a date, so i wasn’t quite sure why i was at the photo booth anyway. memories, i guess.

i was a few couples and friend groups away from being next, when i hear a familiar voice call my name from behind me.

“y/n?”

i turn around, and i’m met with nicolas sturniolo, my crush. he grins widely when he sees my face, and leans in to give me a hug. the hug is quick, but i wish it could’ve lasted longer.

we both share a step back to look at each other’s outfits. nick was wearing a white button down, with black slacks and a velvet red tie. i look at his shoes, and he has black high-top converse on.

“i like that you went with comfortability before style.” i say, pointing to his converse, with a smile. he laughs and pulls up a pant leg to show the full shoe, and his funky socks. his socks were purple with black bats all over them.

“fuck yeah. always.” he replies. a few more people move up in the line, and nicolas and i proceed with our conversation as the line continues along.

“so who are you here with?” i finally ask. nick sighs, and looks at the ground. “nobody. not many openly gay boys here, unfortunately.” he replies with a shrug.

“same.” nick looks up and shares a small smile. we’re next up in the photobooth, and i hold the curtain open so nick can go in before me.

“why, thank you.” he says in a british accent. i bow dramatically in response. “of course, good sir.” i reply, mimicking his accent. he laughs, as i seat myself next to him.

i take an envelope out of my jacket pocket, and hold out a ticket. “how many photos did you pay for?” i ask. nicolas takes a ticket out of his pants pocket, and reads it.

“five.”

“me too! we could uh— we can double them, and each get the same five, if— if you’d like.” i stutter out. he smiles, and takes my ticket out of my hand, inserting them both.

“pick a frame!” the machine speaks to us, loudly, i might add. nick scrolls through the frames on the tiny screen, and stops on the pink frame with hearts all over it, that was titled “Love Burst”.

i nervously look at him, and he clicks on the frame, submitting it into the machine. the countdown starts, and i look at nick in panic for what poses to do.

he chuckles, and turns me around, putting his back against mine. we both cross our arms, and put on serious faces into the camera.

the next countdown starts, and we do the same pose, but this time holding up finger guns, and smiling.

“what pose now?” i question.

nick puts an arm around my shoulder, and takes my arm, putting it around his. he smiles into the camera, but i just look at him. i cant help but look at him.

the next countdown begins, and we don’t even realize it. nick turns his head to stare back at me, and i stare into his blue eyes, as his dark pupils dilate.

the camera makes a click sound that grabs our attention, and we realize that its the last one.

“last one.” nick says, turning back toward me. i nervously trail my eyes down from his eyes to his lips, and he definitely notices. “what pose now?” he asks, with a grin. he leans in closer to me, my eyes still on his lips.

“can i kiss you?”

nicolas nods, and i immediately smash my lips onto his. i feel like i’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life, and i honestly have. i’ve had a crush on nick since i was in the 6th grade, and here i was sharing a kiss with him in the photobooth at our senior prom.

the camera flashes, and i pull away, while a blush coats my cheeks. we step out of the booth, and collect our snapshots.

they looked perfect.

[bridgyrose]

Rosebird Week day 3: Vampire and Hunter

Raven wiped away sweat from her brow, eyes locked on the vampire in front of her. Silver eyes reflected the light of the moon almost inhumanly, unwaveringly even with a huntress standing before her. No hint of fear or worry, just a soft smile as she looked down on her. She reached for the cross she held in her pocket, only to stop when she felt the cold hand of the vampire on her wrist. 

“No need for that,” the vampire said quietly. “This was supposed to be just between us, wasnt it? You and your wit against me and my speed. Or was all of that just talk like all the others who have come after me?” 

Raven felt her heart pound in her chest as she stared directly into the vampire’s silver eyes, not quite sure when she appeared so suddenly in front of her. The only sign that she had moved were a few rose petals that seemed to flow in the wind. And yet, not a hair seemed to have moved out of place from the vampire. “I-I know… I know when I’m beat.” 

The vampire let go of Raven and pouted. “That’s no fun. I was just starting to warm up too. Guess that means my night is ruined. Maybe another night.” 

“You’re… not going to kill me?” 

“If I killed every vampire hunter that came after me, my life would be boring. Killing one or two gets me a reputation, killing all of them and no one would ever know me. Though, I do have to admit, you’re the first one to make it this far. So its only fair that I leave you with your life.” 

Raven watched the vampire, not quite sure how she felt about being allowed to leave alive. It almost felt cheap, just being allowed to go without anything more than the guilt of letting down what was supposed to be her prey. 

“I-I dont understand,” Raven finally said quietly. “I tracked you down, I lured you out and tried to kill you-” 

“And you did a very good job at it. We should make a date of it. How does tomorrow sound?” 

“I’m not making a date with a vampire.” 

“My name is Summer,” Summer said as she rolled her eyes. “And we dont have to call it a date, it can be an appointment instead.” 

“An appointment.”

“You’re the one who’s opposed to the word date.” 

A date… to fight? Raven pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a heavy sigh as she thought it all over. This wasnt something that could just be scheduled out. Tracking down Summer had taken weeks to pin her down, and now she just wanted to schedule out another fight? 

“This is a bit… unorthodox.” Raven took another breath to calm herself. “We’re here now, why cant we just fight like we’re supposed to?” 

“Because you gave up and now I’m bored of it. So, we can try it again tomorrow.” 

“And how do I know you’ll keep your word?” 

“A vampire always keeps their word,” Summer said with a smile. “Though, I do have to admit, you did go through a lot to find me. One would almost say you were… obsessed with me, dont you think?” 

A blush crossed Raven’s cheek as she felt Summer drag her finger across her cheek, her heart nearly stopping for a moment from the sudden thought. Summer practically had her wrapped around her finger and she knew it. 

Summer smirked and pulled away. “Let me make a deal with you. Come back tomorrow, put in the same effort into our fight like you did today, and I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“A-and what…” Raven cleared her throat as her voice broke. “...what did you… have in mind?” 

“That is a secret. One that I’m sure you’ll enjoy. Come back here tomorrow and I promise you wont be disappointed.” 

Rose petals scattered in the wind as Raven watched Summer disappear just before the sun started to rise. She had been played by Summer and she didnt quite regret it like she thought she would’ve. Instead, she picked up her sword from the ground and started to make her way back to the village. 

“Lets just hope you keep your word.” 

[theninth09]

Yo I have a headcanon for you.

I bet Liam hates flying and planes because of his thing with hanging off the building. So whenever he and Theo are going on trips or something. Liam is very ritualistic, like he has to not be by the window, not just cuz of seeing how high you are through the window but also so if he gets nervous, he can get up and go to the bathroom. And he has to be comfortable in sweats and he has to have his headphones. He definitely takes his shoes off so he can go into a little crouch on the seat if he’s scared.

Theo knows this and usually takes the window seat and takes care of the airport stuff like the boarding pass and passports and going through all that crap so Liam can prepare for the flight and get in the zone and whatever. He always uses the same airline as well.

that makes so much sense, yeah!! liam doesnt usually have trouble admitting when hes scared of something or if hes not good at something, hes quite open about stuff like that. he tells both theo and hayden that he doesnt actually know how to ride a horse instead of pretending that he knows what hes doing, he screams and tells stiles that the fire extinguisher stuff hitting his skin doesnt feel good, he hesitates and admits to scott that hes unsure about being able to face the anuk-ite, etc.

but, he never asks for help. in s4 when hes struggling with adjusting to being a werewolf, he isolates himself: he doesnt talk to mason and he doesnt open up to scott either. when hes having the hallucinations of the berserkers and is afraid to be alone, he cant get himself to outright ask mason for help and instead deals with it on his own. hes constantly running off on his own in s6 and never asking anyone for help, expect theo (i briefly talked about that in this post)

so he probably wouldnt admit to theo just how uncomfortable he is. maybe he'd allude to not really liking it, but he wouldn't outright say anything, i dont think. everytime a fear of his is connected to some trauma of his, he keeps quiet about it. if its something relatively trivial, he doesnt mind, but if its something serious? he never talks about those issues (his IED, his shame and guilt, the berserkers, what brett did to him at the zoo, etc)

good thing is, liam wouldnt have to tell theo about it in order for theo to understand. when liam gets triggered at the zoo, theo literally correctly guesses what his problem is. he doesnt just think that liam is overreacting or anything, theo is genuinely concerned and wants to understand whats triggering liam so badly. he even asks him "scared of heights? dont like cages?" in this case, it was more the cages since the incident with brett is what liams issue was, but i like that the show included the tidbit about heights. i definitely think that liam is scared of heights (talked about that a bit here too) so him having trouble being in planes makes a lot of sense to me!

and theos intuition when it comes to liam is so good that hed immediately notice and do things to help him without even saying anything. they constantly communicate without talking anyway, so theo would probably take one look at liam and his "must protect" sensors would go off. since theo is liams anchor, i like to think that he'd wear theos clothes during a flight (even though theo is literally sitting right next to him lmao) because he finds his scent calming. and theo quite literally anchors him down while they're in the air. and the headphones!!! absolutely! i love the hc that music is a huge hobby of liams, i mean. he literally tries using music as his anchor at the beginning of s5. it must be something he finds very calming yk.

also the image of a moody, sleepy liam in soft clothes just quietly trailing after theo in the airport and constantly leaning on him (putting his forehead against the back of theos neck, leaning against his side, holding onto his hand and playing with his fingers to distract himself) while theo takes care of everything is so adorable, i think im gonna cry.

[satorsra]

Bro is a Cutie Patootie

wc: 665

notes: this was inspired by the jjk x sanrio collab, literally the cutest i cant. Gojo and Cinnamoroll makes sm sense to me sobsob im gonna explode.

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Satoru is cute. We all know it. He knows it. You often call him your “cutie patootie” or “pretty princess” for fun, looking forward to the grimace his face contorts into as he pretends he isn’t eating it up.

Right now, you two are out shopping, hands interlocked and swinging forwards and back when you come across a store with a wide array of Sanrio goods. “Gahh! Oh my gosh! Look ‘Toru!!” You let go of his hand to point and do little excited tiptoe hops.

He finds your excitement for the little characters so endearing. Satoru smiles at your innocently excited form and grabs your hand again before walking into the store. He thinks you’re cuter than any of those toys.

Like a wind up toy, you’re darting all over the place, picking up almost everything and gushing at how cute it is. Satoru just follows with a smile and listens to you nerd out about Sanrio lore while he eats his crepe.

“And that’s why I like this one the best.” You say, holding up a plushie of your favourite character and hugging it. “Just so adorable ugh.”

“Which one do you like most?” You ask, turning to him smiling the cutest smile he’s ever seen.

“Uhh,” He takes the last bite of his crepe and places a finger on his chin as he ponders the question and taps the finger on his chin. You know dang well he’s not thinking that hard about the question. “They’re all pretty cute,” He finally swallows the bite of that crepe. “I guess that bunny would have to be my favourite.”

Bunny… hmm. You reach over for a plushie and show it to him. “You mean My Melody?” His face tilts to the side a little in confusion.

“Nah not that one.” He looks around for a second before reaching over for a different plushie. “This one.”

He’s puzzled at the sight of your face shifting into a smile before you start laughing. “What? It’s cute?” The character in question was none other than Cinnamoroll.

“Cinnamoroll is a puppy! I thought I told you this Satoru come on, were you not listening to me earlier?” Laughter subsiding, you take the plush from his hands and smile at it.

“Oh come on! That literally looks like a bunny!” He exclaims as he grabs its floppy ears. “Even the tail!” Pink ever so slightly dusting over his cheeks at being wrong. He wasn’t gonna admit that he was listening to you earlier, he just got distracted by your cuteness and ended up tuning you out a bit.

“Well, he’s not a bunny.”

“He?? That’s a girl, you’re just messing with me now. ‘Ts too cute to be a boy.”

You chuckle at his disbelief. “I could say the same thing about you.” You counter with a wink.

He dramatically scoffs as he takes the plush and puts it back on the shelf. “I’m going to assume you meant that as a compliment.”

You snicker as you take the toy back from the shelf. “‘Course it was! My pretty princess~” you giggle as you look for the little scrunch of his nose.

And he does just that, scrunches his nose and face contorts into a silly grimace. “You’re so corny.” You shrug off the insult and stick your tongue out, both of you know who’s cheesier at home, so you let it slide.

“You know, you liking Cinnamoroll the best is actually quite fitting.” He raises an eyebrow as you start.

“Blue eyes, white hair, pink cheeks. You two are identical.” He laughs as he takes the plush and holds it next to his face.

“Well unlike him, I am also quite handsome aside from being cute. And hot.” He says smugly as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You roll your eyes with a smile.

“He also loves eating, just like you.” You add.

“Does he like sweets?”

“He loves sweets.”

Satoru gasps. “He’s coming home with me.”

✎ i too was in denial when i first found out cinnamoroll was a dog.

[mekakitsune]

i walk this earth all by myself |renee blasey (wraith) x gn!reader

never in her life did renee think she would feel this way.

her heart burns in her throat as she sees you smile. a genuine yet sad one you give to ajay and her on the airship. the battle had been anything but easy. a painfully long and equally tiring match led to the three of you pretty beat up, but alas, victorious. we are lucky to have her, she thought to herself. she didn't like seeing you hurt. ajay made quick work of patching herself up while doc buzzed quietly in the background.

renee wasn't listening to what was being said between the two of you, the pounding under her skull making it hard to focus on anything. ajay made her way towards her in hopes of getting close enough to fully assess her injuries. bold.

"im fine.." renee muttered, clearly not wanting to be touched.

"cmon...youre still bleeding.." she says, quite defeated for the usually eccentric and confident girl. the look she gave ajay was enough. with a sigh, she returned to her place, the small bench in the aircraft, next to you.

it'll never be me.

she lets her eyes fall closed while the craft sputters as they land. all she wanted to do was to clean up, and go to sleep.

the journey back to her room was a quick one, not wanting to be bothered by anyone trying to "help" her.

it had been a few hours since the three of you arrived back at the base, each of you going your respective ways after bidding goodnight. renee headed towards her room, completely ready to take a quick shower and then pass the hell out.

she makes quick work in the bathroom, emerging from the small steamy space feeling a little bit better than she did before. she chooses to put on a simple black tank, and sweatpants that are surely a few sizes too big.

by this time it was late. pushing past 2am and renee was ready to come crashing down. she began unmaking her "made" bed but stopped when she heard a tiny knock at her dorm room door. she stood for a few seconds, mostly praying that the person would just assume she was asleep and leave. once more, a tiny knock. who the hell is that at 2am? she moves to the door silently and peaks through the small hole placed on on the top of the door.

outside she found a sight she did not expect. it was you, also freshly showered and clad in some dorky pj pants and a shirt she could have sworn belonged to elliot.

it took her a minute to decide what to do, but her heart acted before her brain could, and she pulled open the door.

"hi...im really sorry if i woke you up" you said quietly, it made her heart squeeze tightly. you looked so tired, it made her wonder why you made her way down to her room this late.

"i wasn't asleep yet. its okay, but why are you up so late? is everything okay?" she didnt mean to ask so many questions at once, it just felt like it was second nature for her to make sure you were not in harms way.

"i could ask you the same question yknow." you said with a small smile.

renee huffs, putting on the typical "i dont care" act.

before she could come up with an excuse, she noticed your figure. you were shaking. your arm was wrapped in bandages, bruises littered your exposed skin.

"seriously....are you..alright?" she asked softly this time, looking you in your eyes. she could stare into them for the rest of her life.

"im...fine, i think. i dont know, i guess im just still shaken up, a lot people got hurt today, and i cant help but feel like its partly my fault yknow? if i was just quicker with my reaction time then-" you played with your fingers as you carried on, trailing off when you heard her scoff.

you meet her eyes once more to see her looking down at you.

"you know it wasn't your fault. it wasn't anyones, but especially not yours." she sounded...sincere.

part of you wanted to break down right then and there, comfort seemingly making you feel even worse.

she noticed the way your body trembled. she wanted nothing more than to take you away somewhere far away from all of this. somewhere she knew you wouldn't be living in fear of the unknown. shes been in your position many times before. she understands your guilt.

maybe it was due to the exhaustion, or the slight frustration of being pulled into the hallway seconds before she was about to slip into a deep sleep. without much thought, she gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into the dark room behind her. the door clicked shut behind you, suddenly you felt very out of place. her room was dimly lit, but strangely comforting.

"sleep with me tonight." she said simply, and your eyes grew wide. she studied your reaction for a moment before pouting. cute.

"i didnt...mean it like that. weirdo.." had the room not been so dim you would see the rush of heat cover renees pale cheeks.

"you dont... have too, i just, know what its like to be stuck in your own head, yknow." you could tell your reaction threw her off, but you quickly backed yourself up.

"are you really asking me to get into bed with you renee? i mean...your offer is tempting" you teased lightly, already making your way to her plush bed. with a roll of her eyes, she follows behind you, turning the light completely off in the process, hoping that the darkness would hide the embarrassment she felt.

feeling the mattress dip under your weight, you slip under her covers as if they were your own, leaving room at your side for her. she stands unmoving, clearly unsure of what to do.

"i can sleep on the floor...if that makes you more comfortable" she said, pretty foolish considering you were in her room.

"what!? no way...its your room, just...lay down please?" your voice was quiet, scared if you made too much noise you'd simply scare her away.

without much more of a thought, renee slips into the bed next to you. she was too tired to argue.

shes tense, and it's awkward, laying flat on her back on the edge of the bed, scared to get too close.

you cant help the pang of guilt in your chest, hoping silently that you truly weren't intruding.

a small sigh leaves her lips.

"i meant it. when i said it wasn't your fault. i hope you know that..." she said, eyes moving to catch your features. you looked so beautiful to her, like always.

"thank you, renee." you responded, eyes locking onto her grey ones.

maybe it was the exhaustion, or unresolved tension taking over. you move closer slowly, laying your head on her chest, waiting and still to see her reaction.

and it never came.

in fact, you felt her arm reposition to wrap itself securely around your shoulders.

another sigh. this one not out of discomfort or frustration. out of peace. the pounding in her skull finally dying out as the exhaustion truly takes over.

"im here for you y/n, always." she whispered, voice full of something you couldn't quite recognize.

holding her closer you choose not to respond verbally, allowing yourself to relax in her arms, eyes slipping closed with a content sigh.

"i hope you mean it. i dont plan on going anywhere." you say, smile evident in your voice.

renee hums in response, fingers tracing your shoulders lightly. sleep fills the room soon enough, allowing the two of you your own bit a peace, finally.

all shes ever wanted was to feel safe, and she does. you make her feel grounded, tearing her from plaguing thoughts. for that, she would always be indebted to you.

[capitaletele]

Both inexperience takes were so good and the way Johnny just casually goes "oh yeah ive mostly been with guys" and Cristal has to reconsider some things is interesting because it implies Cristal didn't really know a lot about queer people(i mean bi Cristal for the win but maybe she didnt know idk) and saw it as unusual while it's just perfectly normal for Johnny (i may be overanalysing i apologize). Also i cant quite put my finger on what gives off that impression but i feel like the way theyre acting shows they have different concepts of sex, like it's treated kind of like a taboo subject/something you shouldnt talk about among the people Cristal grew up around and with the Etoiles Noires its just normal and people wont get shamed for wanting to have sex (same thing for not wanting to and/or being repulsed by it)

Okay i think i overanalysed sorry for that essay i just really liked it

Heeeeee thank you! :D :D :D (I'm guessing you were the original prompter? If so I'm glad you enjoyed my takes!)

And neverrrrrr apologize for analysing, my god, I'm pretty sure anyone who writes fic would talk about all the possibilities of the universe 24/7 if they could!! This is what I *want* to be doing so you're doing me a favour here :p

I'm definitely torn about the queerness aspect tbh, because I love the idea that in Monopolis there is no issue with gender and sexuality doesn't matter (this is certainly emphasized I think by the 2022 mise-en-scene where you see male dancers in skirts during the Opening and Naziland for example.) So it follows that there should be no "whoaaa you're queer??" from Cristal (or anyone else.) And I also (obviously) adore the idea of queer!Cristal.

But I also *love* exploring different variations of the world and the characters; that's how you don't run out of ideas, you know? I don't really have one fixed headcanon, I like to think "Okay Cristal is [A]" and then "Okay this time Cristal is [B]" and seeing what happens if you move the cursor slightly one way or the other :D

ANYWAY this is not what you were talking about.

YES I love thinking about the way the Towers people and the Underground people might think about sex and gender in all their configurations. I left the ending deliberately pretty vague so it could be interpreted anyway you wanted :p

Like, perhaps the Towers are supposed to be a Puritan society where Marriage is Sacred and you must Preserve the Bloodlines or whatever, but people in the tunnels don't care and are fucking like bunnies out of wedlock and it's all very "savage" and "uncivilized" (and thrilling.)

Or, on the contrary, perhaps sex is normalized in the Towers because it's like the Roman orgies of the elite, very blasé and consequence-free, but it's more controlled for "regular people" because they have things to consider like how they're going to find the money to raise a kid if they get pregnant?? (And then we get into the whole question of like, how dystopian is Monopolis, really? Is there population control? Massmedia and I have talked about this *so much* haha.)

Or perhaps Cristal was simply taught that people in the tunnels are not "as advanced" or as "open-minded" as people from high society, and so she expects Johnny to be a sort of basic play-boy like she's seen in old movies, but it turns out that he's just as liberated as anyone from high society (and perhaps even more than her).

Or she's still struggling with the media image of him as a violent, uneducated, boorish criminal, and she thought he would also perhaps be a bit homophobic.

OR, her mind is boggling because Johnny just outed a bunch of people to her which shows that he's maybe a little dumb of heart 🤣

OR.... something else I haven't thought of yet, but perhaps you have, and which is just as valid!

[pueraeternal]

Locker 316

I saw you again today. In the lunchroom you eat by yourself, head down either writing or drawing. I dared myself to walk by, just to glimpse what you are doing. I just ate and watched.

In the yard I saw you pacing in the far corner, away from the other kids. I know you hide it, but I can see you talking to yourself. The other girls started circling towards you, w/ their giggles and stares. I wish I could warn you, or even stop them. But secretly im glad their attention is on you. I am ashamed that I looked away and went back inside to sit by my locker and read. This is my escape, make myself small so no one notices and go into my imagination. People trip over me all the time, I guess it works.

I started looking for you at lunch each day. Sometimes I find you eating by yourself and other days by your locker reading. I know your locker number, 316. The days I cant find you at school, I walk by it. Someone drew a dick on it. I stopped and looked at it, head turned. Same thing happened to me last year. It was in permanent marker and stayed there all year. Until the summer when some custodian must have cleaned it. I don't know exactly who did it to you, but its the same people.

Im not sure why I stayed there staring, normally I walk by and whisper your number "316". Just an assurance that I wont forget it, maybe its because I dont know your name. I have no one to talk to, so its not like I can ask anyone who you are. Besides, this is at the other end of the school, lots of younger kids I dont know.

I turn and walk back to my class, lunch is over, I did not see you again today and a little sad.

I could not sleep that night, my imagination was keeping me awake again. I get lots of ideas at night, it can be overwhelming, sometimes I get up and write them down, often I am up all night writing. Sometimes I just lie there and let my thoughts carry me away. Tonight I thought of 316.

All sort of scenarios played in my mind, where I rescue you from the girls, I come between you and them, I am fierce, loud, brave and tell them off, sometimes I even punch or kick them. You always hug me afterwards. We become friends and eat lunch together. Sometimes I imagine ways I walk up and talk to you, we become instant best friends. You adore me and we are inseparable, just you and I against the world. But the truth is, you are just 316 and I am a no body to you. We both wander and talk to ourselves in different parts of the school. Only noticed for being different. I try to think of something I can actually do, some way to connect or just break out of my shell. I've got it! I flipped over the blanket, lamp on, sat in my desk chair with knees up to my chest and started drawing. I tried to put my tongue back in my mouth, but stopped myself, if you saw me, you would not care, I could be myself around you. Mom says to close your mouth, keep your tongue inside when concentrating, stop pacing and quit fidgeting. She is very strict w/ me, but not in my room, not tonight. I am being myself, the self that is most comfortable to me, tongue out between my teeth, left hand pressing fingers together in sequence and the right drawing, for you 316.

At school today I am exhausted. Not only from lack of sleep, but my social skills counselor has me practice small talk w/ other kids in our class of dummies....well, that's what the girls call us. Its tiring having to remembering all these social rules, I don't get most of them so I just copy what other people are doing. Its easier that way, but im always making mistakes. People laugh, walk away or ignore me. Some of the teachers are nice, like the social skills teacher. She says I'm masking. I love this word, it makes me feel special. Like I have a small piece of the puzzle figured out. I wish you were here, I really want to tell you about masking...oh crap, I'm busted for day dreaming again. More shame and guilt hits me. Thank god its almost noon. I reach in my bag and check to see if my piece of paper is there. Ive been checking it all morning.

When the bell rings I run across the school, this is not something I normally I do. I prefer to walk close to walls and avoid people but today I am feeling brave. I am on a mission for 316.

When I reach the locker, you are not there, but the obscenity still is. I reach into my bag, pull out the paper and unfold it. I'm starting to sweat, feeling very self conscious, I bet everyone is looking at me. My left hand wants to shake and feet want to start moving, I hate this feeling, needing to move, not being able to stand still, it gets worse when im nervous. I look at the locker number and steady myself. Glue stick, paper and steady hands put the picture over top of the of the one thing keeping you from school and away from me.

I go to the office and call home. I cant possibly stay here any longer, my batteries are drained, my hand wont stop shaking and fingers counting. I need to go home and escape. today was too much.

Two days later Its lunch time, I am in the cafeteria and find you, writing or drawing from across the room. I pick up my lunch, sketch book, pencils and walk across the room till I am next to you. I set my stuff down, making sure you see my sketch book first. I sit beside you and start drawing, neither of us say a word.

I have a friend today.

-Puer Aeternus

[red--leading]

> doing this myself because i dont get enough reach to receive asks

🎨: i love it! not everything portrays me as id like but thats fine!

📝: i feel mixed- personally i dont read anything with much weight/story, im definitely a PWP kinda guy, but still its pretty neat!

✅: the hentai thing, especially the RIGHT way in recent years & my generally obnoxious libido- and the fact that i think cats are pretty cool!

❌: MOST things unfortunately... very rare to see a truly BASED portrayal of myself. most egregiously- usually they make me good at socializing and flirting, which i am not. i also do not hate tom as much as The End would have you believe. i am also not evil terrible villain.

🗺️💔🚫: i dont have particular memories, mostly just intense feelings that "yes this is right"/"no this is wrong", so i cant answer these well.

🔀: thats hard to put a finger on. i seem to be a very muddled mix of all eras, although classic is the most prevalent for me in reality. i guess im somewhat compliant in that manner. regarding my most iconic portrayal in the end, i am mainly divergent because that was mostly SLANDER.

⚧️: source-wise im a cisgender man, which is still true and was canon. nothing was confirmed sexuality-wise, but i know currently that i am very bi.

💗: scars, shitty incel weeb gamer activities, and as cliche as it seems, having red things/wearing red and eating bacon.

🖊️: yes.

👬: NO THANK YOU! i have generally always had an issue with "duplicates" of ANY name in ANY context (i am uncomfortable if i know two people with the same name) and this is a contributing factor to why i dislike doubles and even for-fun-kins.

⭐️: i cant quite put my finger on it??? i just have this strong, set feeling that says "yes; that is me."

🎙️: probably my living situation (lack of roommates), which is funny.

💞: everyone thinks my only character trait is Horny(TM) ((theyre not wrong))

❓: i have no preference i dont think

👍: the writing & humor, as well as the charm of Edd's style.

👎: the legacy era (sorry.)

💸: YES!! and its mostly limited edition with me in it!

🌸: sure? the question is tricky for me to decipher, sorry.

🌻: here on tumblr in designated spaces, & with my few online friends, and my partner, although i openly use my source name and have an obvious motif of myself (avatars/themes, etc) elsewhere.

Ask Game: Fictionkin, Fictives, and Other Fiction-based Identities

this post is safe for folks with any fictional source and for endogenic systems! please don't reblog if your blog is not

🎨 How do you feel about fanart?

📝 How do you feel about fanfiction?

✅ What does the fandom usually get right?

❌ What does the fandom usually get wrong?

🗺️ What do you miss about your world?

💔 Who are you missing right now?

🚫 Is there anyone you hope to never see again?

🔀 How canon-divergent vs. canon-compliant are you?

⚧ What were your gender and orientation in your timeline; was your identity canon?

💗 What helps you feel closer to your source (in a positive way)?

🖊️ Do you use your name from your source?

👬 How do you feel about doubles?

⭐ Is your fiction-based identity spiritual, psychological, or something else?

🎙️ What's the biggest difference between you and your canon self?

💞 What's the biggest similarity between you and your canon self?

❓ Do you prefer when people are familiar or unfamiliar with your source when they meet you?

👍 What's your favorite thing about your source?

👎 What's your least favorite thing about your source?

💸 Do you own any merch of your source?

🌸 Do you feel comfortable in your fiction-based identity?

🌻 Who are you open with about your fiction-based identity?

[babymorte]

Oh yeah get the comfort game thing. I still have Halo 2 to get through and keep getting sucked back into Minecraft lol. And the worst part is Halo used to be my comfort game. Maybe I'm just getting old 🤣

And making connections is a pain in the ass, my circle of friends is small enough I can count them on one hand and have fingers left over. I'm 41 and still don't know what the hell I'm doing lol. I know your not that old so you still have time to figure it out😊.

I'm not going to go into some long winded speech on how "you're better than them" or "It's going to be alright" or anything because honestly I'm just some dumbass with shitty social skills so my advice really isn't worth much. But I will say don't change who you are just to be the person they want, But do change if its something "you" really want or helps you.

Just from what I've seen of you on here you seem like a really nice and friendly person. And whether you're quirky, weird, or even a bitch😁 I hope you find people who like you just as you are and I guess the most important part of that is them not be assholes lol. Also if you learn any tricks on how to make friends that stick around please let me know 😂

But I will stop bugging you now and leave you with a gif of our cat attacking my arm lol

it’s wild how your game tastes can change when you age. usually I play the og resident evil remake or re3 remake but since putting my ps5 on the big tv and hardwiring my xbox for when i played halo I just dont play my ps5 as much anymore so I’m playing older games I haven’t played in a while and madness returns and timesplitters 2 are my go tos since I don’t get bored of them easily. I replayed the campaign for ts2 Sunday night and it only took me like 40min since I can play it with my eyes closed. I need to get back to halo3 as well I just went back to CE to try and do some achievement hunting but because im so bad at it im not really getting any of the achievements. Im sure I’ll get them eventually though since im at least somewhat comfortable with playing it.

ah yea you’ve got quite a few years on me but I am hopeful that when I do reach your age I won’t be as reserved or at the very least not care enough to be so whether or not I have a circle of my own. my circle is more of a line that stretches two inches in front of me. like I recently just learned that someone who often treats me terribly considers me to be one of their best and closest friends so that the sort of long lasting friendships that im pulled into. I didn’t really even consider us friends aside from by association if im being honest. but at the same time i get overwhelmed by people very easily so im not too bothered about whether or not I’ll be making new friends in the future. its really just not worth it at this point. but honestly the some of the most sound advice ive gotten. I don’t know if my dumb brain will let me follow it but i will try to take it to heart at the very least. im still the same person on the inside. that i cant change. but im not going to let just anyone see that side of me anymore. it’s not worth the trouble im constantly getting myself into. im sure I’ll sabotage myself even more by doing this but at the very least it will show who actually wants me as a person in a sense. at least thats my thought process behind it. it’s all just very confusing honestly but I’ll figure it out eventually im sure. I always do. im just gonna hold out hope anymore and whatever happens happens. for my own sake i cant be bothered anymore by this sort of thing. like an anon said yesterday im always in some sort of drama and im just honestly so sick of it. if I do figure out any tricks to get people to stay I’ll definitely help you out though…i hope you’ll do the same for me.

you’re definitely not bugging me in the slightest. your kitty is the absolute cutest though and looks like a proper snuggle bug.

[magnoliamyrrh]

okay. yea. more weird dreams since ive been here tonight

there was more weird shit going on before this i just cant manage to remember but i was in the downstairs part of this house with an opening to a garden on one side and while I know other stuff was happening before i guess in the dream itself i remember being confused as to how long i had been there and like. there was vomit everywhere which had burned the wooden floors yellow and i was like?? what the f happened w me and how long have i been here and then looking around trying to figure out whats up i come across the corpse of this stag, not very big, looks more like a deer with horns than an actual stag. i remember picking it up by the horns, it was light, trying to figure out how this thing got in the house on top of everything and where i might bury it. but instead its guts and insides fall out and i am left holding only its head and the skin of its body attached to it. i remember putting it on, its head as a mask and its skin as a cloak .... theres a loud knocking at the door (?) windows (?). its loud. i turn and a sense of fear hits me. i dont know what it is nor do i plan to open. a big man barges inside, i guess he had a keep. i somehow at the same time find a knife, its specifically a hunting knife, a skinning knife. my hands must be covered in blood, or in dried blood, or something because i have a hard time hanging on to it at first, but i tighten my grip. i remember its weight in my hand. i remember pressing my finger on its blade to see if its sharp enough. the man, hes inside, looking and not looking at me, goes past into a kitcken. im holding the knife and asking him wtf hes doing. he says something about being a maintenance man or some shit but i dont buy it. hes just walked into a run down house that only i have been in in clearly some odd way for probably months and hes acting odd, something he is saying isnt lining up

i don't remember what happens with the man or the house. i remember listening to someone talk, explain how they had noticed odd things happening. i dont remember the other two on the list, but the third, hes talking about how some weird shit was going on in some village, how theres reports that the locals are cannibalizing people or something crazy like that right? but how he cant help but wonder considering everything else if its real. i find myself seeing this village, approaching it like some disembodied form, to find myself in what seems to be a night gathering of sorts, otherwise a seemingly normal looking restaurant picnic sort of ordeal in some apple orchard, lights hung up and everything. i realize im walking around as an actual body in this place, and that its a memory im somehow experiencing again. im walking around these people and tables, it all seems normal except i start to realize there are indeed human body parts in their plates. small ones. they are quite literally eating children, like, all of them, and this is some sort of event for this. the voice of the men coming from nowhere is still explaining all this. i find myself out behind the apple orchard, its daytime now, there is a chair in front of me that a young man is sitting in, the one who was explaining all this. i guess hes some sort of reporter or journalist or something. he quiets down, i think waiting for me to reply. i look around, on the right side of the orchard is a river, reeds, some trees. there is a thick air, humid and heavy and the sort of heat you feel in the air before a big storm arrives. opressive. it looks like the deltă, where the danube splits and becomes marshlands. above in the sky is a thick line of clowds, two lines i realize, like two dark, thick, smooth rivers of clouds in the sky; one side of the clouds are rolling one way, the other river of clouds is rolling the other. i look down, a friend is sitting in the actual river, seemingly just hanging out, though they seem far away, not fully in it. i look over my sholder back right, i realize there are waves coming down this river stream. its rising, weird, unnatural wave after wave its rising quickly. my friend takes no notice of this even as the water reaches their head. they have no reaction to anything i say. the river keeps rising

... i wake up? i cant remember anything else, i wake up.. cant manage to fall back asleep, i look out the window. i realize there is a tree that has been right there since my childhood that in winter, with no leaves - none of them have leaves - looks odd. somehow it's branches have curved to form an almost perfect circle, it looks unnatural frankly. i remember this isnt the first time ive thought the thing was creepy. i remember the other times when i have seen these things was some video of them, explaning native american legens dont exactly hold them in high regards either. anyway, i decide to stop looking at the damn thing and go smoke a cigarette. my mon was at a funeral earlier in the day, i find coliva, a sort of food made for the dead and given out. i eat some, i feel something hard in my teeth, and realize there is a rather large stone in it that i was chewing on. its almost 3 am and everything feels just slightly odd

[ganyuslily]

soulmate tropes — genshin headcanons [part 1]

characters: albedo, childe, dainsleif, kaeya, kazuha

category/extra notes: fluff but also some of them are a little bit angsty ngl [major character death in childes, dains is also a little bit angsty but turns out okay in the end]

a little summary: what soulmate trope would they be?

a/n: so did i ever say im absolutely obsessed with soulmate tropes,, if not i think now its quite obvious uhh also part one bc there were too many characters HELP

part 2

albedo

— in which you have a mark on your body thats specific for the both of you. he always finds himself tracing the little star on his neck, humming softly. he wonders if yours is also in the same place as his? or is it in another place? is it visible? the only reason he has his out in plain sight is because he hopes for his future soulmate to see it and realize they have the same symbol as he has. throughout the years he grew to put his fingers on the star anytime he would get stressed. it would calm him down, the realization that youre somewhere out there. and when he spots you for the first time, the same orange shape adorning your hand, he cant help but immediatly tell you that he thinks the two of you are soulmates, pointing on his neck. and when your eyes lit up and you ask if you can touch it, he finally feels like hes complete.

childe 

— in which you have a countdown on your wrist that tells you when you will meet your soulmate. as a child, he wouldnt pay a lot of mind to the numbers on his arm, even though everyone around him told him that he had gotten quite lucky — meeting his soulmate in his young adulthood wasnt something that happened to everyone. but when he realizes that this is his soulmate, the one hes supposed to kill just now, he hates the gods, he hates fate, he hates this stupid countdown on his wrist that reached zero just the moment he held the knife to you throat. he hates how you only look at him and murmur i love you, even though he just met you, eve though that he was supposed to kill you. when he slices your throat, a part of him dies. maybe in another life, he says to himself. if he even gets another chance.

dainsleif 

— in which you stop aging at a certain age until you find your soulmate and grow old together. dainsleif had lived for hundreds of years — time not taking its toll on him, his beauty never wavering. he watched people die and birth, he watched civilizations fall apart and rebuild themselves. he lived for so long, searching and looking, but never finding. he thought it was another cruel joke from the world — what if you died before he met you? what if he never got to see you, hear your voice or touch you? so after sometime, he gave up. it was too tiring, he told himself, yet he still hoped to find you one day. and when he stumbles upon you on yet another mission, the world stopping for a moment, he knows. he knows youre the one.

kaeya 

— in which one of your eyes is the color of your soulmates eyes. he didnt believe in them, to be quite honest. he didnt think he was worthy of deserving someone that would love him and be with him to the end. he didnt want to risk it or even get attached, not to say develop feelings. so he started to wear an eyepatch to hide one eye — he didnt know which one was his natural though, so he just had to guess. but no matter how many times he told himself that he doesnt care, he did. he took it off everynight just to look at the color. it was pretty, beautiful even. and even though he swears he doesnt want a soulmate, when he locks eyes with you and he sees your pupils in the same colors as his, he cant help but want to try.

kazuha 

— in which anything you draw on yourself appears on your soulmates body and vice versa. he often awaits the little doodles that end up taking up his whole arms. it makes him smile softly to himself, making beidou tease him about it. he loves everything you draw and he feels bubbling excitement when he sees small flowers and notes appear on his skin. take care of yourself! would be a daily note and he would always write it back. his handwriting was kind of messy and he only hoped that you would understand what he meant. he doesnt really focus on finding you, even though he wishes to already be with you — he trusts the wind to guide him to you. so when he finally finds you, your arms littered with the same drawings he has, he smiles so wildly for the first time in so long and shyly asks if he can hug you. hes home. hes finally home.

[jasontoddswhitestreak]

something more

(originally posted by alpha-bug)

summary: where pietro confesses his feelings to you without actually confessing them to you, through a necklace. inspired by this prompt list.

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader (i’ll try to write more gender neutral fics in the future!) obviously set in a world where he survives and civil war doesn’t happen. (friends to lovers, mutual pining and pietro being a sap.)

note: okay so this is my first fic in a while so i’m sorry if this sucks </3 i want to write more pietro/peter fics so please send requests ! (also lemme know if you can guess the movie bucky was confused about !)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

masterlist

"You're staring." Wanda points out, idly watching the older twin stare at the person who clouded his thoughts, not that Wanda needed to read his mind to know that.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Pietro scoffed, unwillingly looking away to glance at his sister. She chuckled, turning away from her brother to check on the pot on the stove, before continuing to chop the vegetables scattered on the chopping board.

"Don't you?" She simply asked, humming to the song playing out loud from her phone, Pietro's eyes were drawn back to you.

You were explaining the plot of a movie to Bucky who stared at the screen in pure confusion. "I don't get it? He killed her but he loved her?" Bucky asked you, in response you shook your head exasperated. "You saw her give birth right after, how could she be dead if she was naming her kids Buck?" You asked, glancing up when you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you.

"You're not replacing me with this old man, right?" Pietro teased, moving to sit next to you, reclining back on the couch, arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes at what he said, automatically leaning into him as the three of you continued to watch the movie playing on the big screen in front of you. The two of you barely noticed when Bucky decided to leave, too caught up with one another to bother caring about what's going on in your surroundings. You pushed him away from you when he tried to steal the m&ms you were currently snacking on only for him to pour most of the packet into his mouth.

"You disgust me Maximoff." You scoffed, biting back the smile forcing its way up. "And you love it Prinţesă." Pietro retorts, his eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing could come to mind, it was common for Pietro to randomly call you nicknames but that doesn't mean you were used to it, especially when he'd use pet-names.

Your friendship with Pietro came as a surprise to the rest of the Avengers years ago due to the differences in your personality but if you asked any of them what they thought about your friendship now they'd complain about how clueless the two of you are to the other person's feelings.

Somehow in the chaos that the two of you called your 'friendship', the line between platonic feelings and romantic feelings blurred. Pietro isn't the type of guy to steer away from romance but this situation was entirely different to anything he experienced. He cant just tell his closest friend that he loved you, he couldn't tell you how when he holds you in his arms it pains him to let go. How could he tell you that? After everything that happened to him in the past, the wall he built around his emotions to protect himself began to crumble and you were the cause of it. Pietro always struggled to talk about his feelings, his past. He felt the urge to protect himself and his twin from anything that could hurt them, he didn't want to make the same mistake again.

The unintentional movie night led to the two of you continuing to hanging out in Pietro's room hours later. It was your nightly ritual to watch an episode or two of a show that Pietro usually wouldn't want to watch before the two of you go to bed. Pietro was in the far end of his room, fumbling with something in the palm of his hand while you sat comfortably in the middle of his bed, head resting on one of his pillows as you set up the show on the laptop.

"For someone as quick as you, you sure are taking your sweet time doing whatever it is you're doing."

Pietro glanced back at you in surprise, almost like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, too busy staring at the dainty chain tangled in the palm of his hands, with a small engagement ring at the end, in place of a pendant capturing all of Pietro's attention. It was fit for a petite woman. The silver was slightly scratched. Two slightly larger silver stones surrounded a slightly larger stone, although quite dull at first glance the engraving on the inside showed was still noticeable.

"I'm in no rush, dragoste mea." He chuckles, shoving the necklace into his pocket before moving to take his shirt off to put on a different one while continuing to speak. Your eyes followed his movements, subtly admiring his body as his muscles unintentionally flexed which resulted in you feeling your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away to not get caught checking out one of your best friends.

"You know I still don't know how I feel about Vision hanging around my sister." Pietro confesses, his overprotectiveness towards his younger sister evident as he continues to replay what occurred during dinner hours ago, Wanda confessing she wouldn't mind moving to a rural neighbourhood with Vision instead of staying at the Avengers Headquarters.

"People can't control who they fall in love with Pietro." You sighed tiredly not realising the irony behind your words, it wasn't the first time Pietro mentioned his hesitation towards the Android.

"People can't, robots can." He scoffed, walking to the dresser to put away his shirt, now wearing a pale blue shirt instead of the charcoal grey T-shirt he was previously wearing.

He moved to the bed, sitting beside you before shifting around to get comfortable. Your hand reaches out to the laptop to begin the episode only for Pietro's hand to place his above yours, stopping you.

"Since we're on this subject..." he paused to pull the necklace from his pockets before holding the necklace out towards you, letting the ring dangle from the chain between the two of you, twisting and turning because of the sudden movements.

You glanced at Pietro in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. He then pulls the hand that was covered by his own and turning it so your palm faced upwards, dropping the necklace in your hand. You held the necklace between your fingers, admiring the gems on the ring before noticing the engraving etched on the inside of the engagement band.

"I+O?" You read out the engraving in confusion, eyes meeting Pietro's soft gaze. He paused for a bit, struggling to put together a sentence that wouldn't cause the wall he created to completely collapse.

"Irina and Oleg, my parents. This was my mother's engagement ring. It was apart of the few belongings they've managed to find after what happened." He gently takes the necklace from you, signalling you to turn away from him so he can put it around your neck. Gently pushing all your hair to the side you felt goosebumps rise wherever Pietro's fingers grazed on your skin, the familiar heat rising in your cheeks once again.

You were secretly relieved that he couldn't see your reaction, the unspoken tension between the two of you currently was unbearable. You looked down at the ring, twirling it around with ur fingers while Pietro continued to speak.

"We decided that Wanda should keep our father's ring since he barely acknowledged me as his son, let alone a person." Pietro chuckles dryly.

Pietro turns you to face him, palm resting on your left cheek. "It looks good on you Draga Mea." He compliments you, eyes glancing down to your lips ever so often. "Why did you decide to give it to me?" You whispered, struggling to find your own voice.

Pietro's mouth curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking your face

"Can't you tell?" He asked.

"Hmmm i think I'm going to have to hear you say it." You teased, smiling up at him, arms sliding around his neck pulling him closer towards you. He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance before telling you what you wanted to hear.

The next morning Wanda lightly knocked on her brother's door, wondering why he wasn't at breakfast. Waiting a couple moments for a response Wanda slowly opened the door only to be met with with the two of you lying in bed in each other’s arms,  the laptop ended up at the edge of the bed as you completely forgot about it after the events of last night. Pietro had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist while your head rested on his chest, the two of you smiling contently.

"They're good for each-other." Wanda whispers to her partner who stood beside her.

"They are indeed."

[gorgynei]

Chetney’s playlist

Travis definitely secretly put meaning into each song choice, so im going to try to extract the possible meaning from each song because its there. i know it is. below the cut because its long :”) 

          1. werewolf - the frantics

so this song doesn’t have any lyrics outside of the first intro, but i think its more of a representation of Chetney turning into a werewolf than anything. fitting song to start off with.

         2. lifeline - bad wolves

we know Chetney didnt have friends prior to meeting bells hells, and this song sort of feeds into that feeling of being isolated. if i had to make a guess, id say this represents his feeling of isolation in Uthodurn after realizing he was a werewolf and feeling totally alone and struggling. the choice for it to be a rock song with a sadder meaning hidden in the lyrics mirrors Chetney as well. 

         3. we will rock you - multiple artists

this song is about picking yourself up after being kicked down and i absolutely think this represents Chetney’s attacking of his boss and subsequent leave from Uthodurn. hes trying to rebuild his life with his newfound wolf and has hardened his resolve to find an actual place to belong, and so he goes looking for other werewolves.

         4. wolf totem - the HU

im unsure what this song represents for Chetney, because its about a group of people defending themselves. it could represent Chetney alone, but i cant parse meaning from it- unless it’s something Chetney hasn’t told us about his backstory. 

         5. wolves - selena gomez

this is another interesting one. its very very clearly about another person, probably a lover/partner, but i could also see it representing someone else who just treated Chetney with kindness in the time post-Uthodurn but pre-campaign. we just don’t know enough to draw a conclusion i think. 

         6. fire inside - pop evil

this is Chetney learning to use hemocraft. undoubtedly. he’s creating a fire inside his blood and learning how to tame the wolf. 

         7. kidnap the sandy claws - nightmare before christmas ost

i’d say this was a joke song, but we know Chetney has a knack for sneaking around so its possible this represents his skill? i really dont know.

         8. seven nation army - SKÁLD

yet another song about fighting and being powerful. however, hidden in the subtext of the song theres an insecurity, an instability in the aggression and a self-doubt, which may reflect something similar in Chetney. 

         9. hollow moon (bad wolf) - AWOLNATION

theres a pretty obvoius theme of making a deal “with a bad wolf” in order to better control it (which is Chetney controling his werewolf side), but theres also a lot of fear. i think this song is about Chetney trying to be comfortable but still having walls up. 

         10. animals - architects 

more of the running theme of fear, fighting back, and running. Travis is definitely trying to push this, but im not exactly sure what it means outside of “Chetney feels alone and like a wild animal”. 

         11. howlin’ for you - the black keys

this song is similiar to wolves - selena gomez in that its about another person, but theres also a theme of something else that i cant quite put my finger on. unsure what this means specifically in regards to Chetney. 

         12. thriller - michael jackson

this song is pretty late in the playlist to be a prelude, but this song very much feels like it could represent Chetney being attacked by the werewolves that cause him to turn. it could also just generally be a stand in for him prowling through the night and generally being a sneaky guy, but im not sure which fits better.

         13. werewolves of london - warren zevon

this song doesnt have a terribly deep meaning, its Chetney just existing and chilling as a werewolf like we see him doing in the campaign. he’s successfully tamed his wolf. 

         14. christmas with the devil - spinal tap

unsure what this one means specifically, same with the other christmas song. its possible Chetney is the devil in this song, possibly embracing his werewolf side and calling others to embrace their wild side? side note: “No bells in Hell” is a lyric in this one, good touch. 

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im not super solid on what the overarching theme is. Chetney definitely has a lot of fear and anger, but also he’s looking for someone/something (likely not a person he already knows, rather someone he can be close with?). if anyone else has additions or different interpretations theyd like to raise im all for it!