#i could elaborate on this a little more when i'm no longer fighting for my life

[o4i0n]

hey gang uni is killing me (it's only the second week) but i'm dropping in to say that i'm in need of roommate! choso who you have the most horrendous sexual tension with and it snaps at the worst possible time because you keep teasing him.

it's not even the super mean jabs, too. you just press on that he's a loser (lovingly) one too many times and that gets him so hard that the minute he has you on his lap, he's whining into your mouth and saying that he's going to come in his pants and that he hates you so much (he really doesn't) because his reaction to your touch only proves your point even more .. sighs

[gguk-n]

Helloo! can you please do a red bull reader fem with multiple wdc x jungkook with him being jealous of her friendship with Max n charles? there friendship is like crackhead fluff types

thank you

Hope I did this justice

Driven By Jealousy

Jungkook had some time left before he was supposed to enlist, so he was ticking stuff he wanted to do with his girlfriend off of his list.

1.Go to watch a movie in a movie theatre. Jungkook was in Spain, ARMY were pretty good at recognising him but some how, the skies were shining down on him and he didn't get recognised once. He would've booked the place to themselves so that they would have their privacy but Y/N wanted to experience a full movie theatre. So, that's why they were sat together as the movie started until Y/N's friends showed up. Now Jungkook was sat trying to fight for her attention. He knew they were all just friends but a part of him was petty, he might have made her swap seats so that he could have her all to himself.

2. Go out for a romantic dinner . Jungkook was a romanticist at heart. He had planned a fancy dinner out at Y/N's favourite sushi restaurant in Japan after the race. He opened the doors for her, he pulled out a chair for her. They were eating their sushi while Y/N went on an on about her race and Jungkook listened with the biggest smile until her phone rang. It had been vibrating with messages but she was too busy to notice. She answered the call; "Hey Y/N, I know bad time but I think I left my charger in your room" Max said. "Do you need the key?" she asked. "Yes" he sheepishly answered. "I'll be there in half an hour" she said. Jungkook had a whole date planned and right now Max was getting on his nerve. The date did derail, they drove to the hotel, Jungkook opened the door for Max to grab his charger, he didn't let Y/N get out of the car since he could do it faster. The real reason was, he didn't want Max to see how pretty she looked right now, he had enough competition as is.

3. Go and watch your girlfriend race. Ever since they had started dating both of them wanted to tell people. Keeping their mouth shut or having the other drivers keep their mouth shut was a difficult task. So, Jungkook was finally at the RedBull Hospitality as Y/N's plus one. There was buzz at the race, news spread like wild fire that Y/N was dating the Jeon Jungkook of BTS. Jungkook was stood at the side watching his girlfriend laugh with her teammate Max. He watched how Max's hand would linger for a little longer than he would like, he watched her laugh really hard as they were on the driver's parade. Sometimes, Jungkook felt like she smiled more with them than with him. He couldn't help but be jealous, there he said it, he didn't think he was that type of boyfriend but apparently he was, he was a jealous boyfriend. Y/N noticed the way Jungkook would start pouting when her attention wasn't on him.

"Your boyfriend is shooting daggers at me" Charles commented as he helped Y/N get up on the bus. Y/N turned around and smiled at Jungkook, "He is not" she replied. "Oh he is" Max corrected. "That day when I needed my charger and he came, I thought he would kill me for disrupting your date" Max elaborated. "He couldn't hurt a fly" she chuckled. "I'm gonna place my hand on your waist, then I'll tell you to turn around, you should see his eyes" Lando said placing his hand on her waist, "Now" Lando said and Y/N turned around. She saw Jungkook look at Lando angrily but his eyes softened as he noticed Y/N looking. She smiled and then turned around to them, "Well, I find it cute. He should be angry at any man trying to touch me" she stated. "That's all fun and games, until one of us ends up dead in a ditch" Charles laughed. "You guys over estimate my bunny, he's too cute" she cooed. "Both of them are hopeless" Max lamented shaking his head.

After the race, she had come looking for him; he was sat in the driver's room all pouty and huffing. "Is my baby jealous?" she asked sitting on his lap. Jungkook placed his hands on her waist, she smelled of champagne and sweat; "You smell like alcohol" he sniffed. "Your favourite" she laughed. "Hey" Jungkook whined. She cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips, "You're cute when you're jealous" she commented. "You make me so drunk" he smiled back. "No changing the topic, Kookie. I love you and only you. Those guys I've know them since I was in diapers. They are like the annoying brothers I didn't ask for" she explained. "I know, but they get to have you all the time" he pouted. "Aww, baby. Well, you get to have me for the rest of my life" she smiled triumphantly. Jungkook blushed and pulled her in with a kiss, "I think I should let them know who you belong to" he hummed nipping on her neck. "What happened to Koreans being conservative?" she groaned. "Not the time or place" Jungkook moaned grinding up against her.

[illbegottenfaith]

merry christmas, please don't call

one year on, you look back on the fight that ended yours and theo's relationship (theo nott x reader)

a/n - and that's a wrap on the christmas fics! I had a few more ideas but I'm working on pacing myself/not burning out so maybe next year :)

tropes/warnings - angst, no happy ending, exes to...exes?

word count - 2.6k

Dec 23rd, 5.49 pm

You were frozen in the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor. You had arrived for a Christmas bash which doubled as a reunion, even though it had only been a year since your friends had graduated and gone their separate ways. A reunion where you'd once again see your ex-boyfriend, Theodore Nott. You knew you'd inevitably have to see him again, but to coincidentally arrive within five minutes of each other? You fidgeted restlessly, willing the house elf to hurry.

You hadn't seen him in...a year, was it? He looked unexpectedly grave, dressed in navy blue and wrinkles that aged him far beyond his years. He even had a subdued grey scarf tucked under the collar of his coat. Unable to pretend you didn't see each other for any longer, the both of you made awkward eye contact.

"Hi."

Theo nodded. "How are you?"

"Good." You scrounged for something to say. "I've just gotten accepted into the auror recruitment programme."

As far as conversation supplements went, it wasn't the best. Still, it seemed to do the trick. Theo smiled suddenly, as if he couldn't help it, immediately looking years younger. Clearly, your time apart hadn't made him forget how badly you had wanted to be an auror, and how tirelessly you had been working towards it. "That's fantastic. Congratulations."

You felt yourself warming up to him. While his usual charms never worked on you, you were a sucker for those glimpses of sincere joy. "Thank you. What about you?"

"I'm at the Ministry of Magic now. My department's based in Scotland."

"Ah. Scotland. How nice. Looks like it agrees with you. The Scottish air, I mean," you hurried to clarify, tripping over your words. Seeing an ex again was hard for anyone, you tried to convince yourself. It was perfectly justified for you to get a little tongue-tied. "You look - you look good."

"Thank you." He almost looked...embarrassed. You had never seen Theo acting this bashful. It was curious, how much could change in just a year. He gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "So do you."

By then, the house elf had returned to show to your separate rooms. You turned to say goodbye, but Theo was already halfway up the stairs.

Dec 23rd, 6.17 pm, one year ago

Malfoy Manor was filled with opulent, excessively elaborate bedrooms like the one you and Theo were staying in. Theo was hidden somewhere in the recesses of the large room, getting ready for the Christmas dinner party. You were sitting up on the bed, trying to find the right words when Theo emerged from the dressing area, nearly ready. His eyes swept over you as he frowned.

"Why aren't you dressed?"

The dread coiling in your stomach stung like acid.

"I'm not coming for dinner tonight."

Theo stared at you for a beat, then two. Then he gave a bark of sardonic laughter, walking back into the dressing area.

"I don't know why I'm surprised."

You grimaced. Even though you had braced yourself for it, his callousness stung. "I don't particularly like your family, Theo," you snapped. "This isn't news."

Theo stepped out from behind the wall, tie abandoned half-tied around his neck. You shrank into yourself under the full brunt of his displeased stare, wishing he'd go back to getting dressed. You knew he'd never raise a hand against you. He didn't have to, not when he was more than capable of inflicting psychological harm. Still, you'd be lying if you denied finding him intimidating on occasion.

He dropped the mocking tone. It was almost a kindness. "But you agreed to come to this."

You smoothed down the covers of the bed, refusing to meet his eye. "Yeah, well, I thought I'd feel up to it. But I don't."

Theo fiddled with his cufflinks aggressively. "Do you have any idea how much of a mess you've made that I have to clean up? I'm going to have to sit there for hours, coming up with half-baked excuses for why my girlfriend is missing Christmas dinner."

You laughed incredulously. Was he being purposefully obtuse? Was that all you were to him, some ornament to make him look even more dazzling? "I'm sorry, Theodore," you said sarcastically, "I'm sorry I'm making things so difficult for you just because I don't want to sit through hours of sickening affectations from some of the worst people on the planet."

His demeanour flipped like a switch. He straightened, an obstinate undercurrent to the tension in his jaw.

"I don't ask or expect you to bend over backwards for me, so you can quit acting like I do."

"You don't? You're throwing a hissy fit over me skipping out on one dinner!"

"For Merlin's sake, Y/N, it's a fucking dinner party. How hard is it to have a meal and hold some polite conversation for a couple of hours?"

"When it's with your family? Pretty fucking hard."

"Then why did you even agree to this in the first place?"

"I didn't want another fight."

"We're fighting now, aren't we?"

You didn't know what to say to that. Theo disappeared inside once more. You felt traitorous tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"I just - I just feel like lately...all we do is fight." You hated how small your voice sounded. You flinched as the memory of your last fight insistently pressed on barely-healed wounds. I don't hate you, you had said. I don't - I could never. No. I could never hate you, Theo. Over and over, you had repeated it like a mantra. What had you done all that for? Why did you care so much?

"Tough luck, Y/N," Theo said, his voice bouncing off the marble walls. "This is what couples do. They fight."

You drew your knees to your chest, trying to regulate your breathing. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. "I'm sick of it, Theo. I really am. Aren't you sick of it?"

Theo reappeared, swearing under his breath, having resumed the struggle with his tie. He walked towards the full-length mirror at the corner of the room.

"Maybe we wouldn't be fighting so much if you didn't have to be so difficult all the time."

You were speechless. Theo took the opportunity to duck back into the dressing area, muttering something under his breath about dinner parties. You felt yourself retreating into your shell, smarting under the sting of his words. But it was more than that. You could feel yourself pulling away from him.

"I don't want to do this, Theo. I don't want to...make you an enemy."

"Then don't." Theo walked out of the dressing area for the final time, impatiently holding out the crimson dress you had picked out weeks ago. "Enough of this. Get dressed so we can go."

Enough of this. That was the problem, wasn't it? To Theo, this was all just one big temper tantrum he could discipline you out of.

You finally looked up to meet his eye, taking in his entire appearance. Merlin help you, but he looked ridiculously handsome in burgundy. His tie was just a smidge crooked like it always was every time you weren't around to fix it for him. Something twinged inside your chest at the sight of him fully dressed, ready to abandon you any minute now for the quiet, murmuring chatter that was beginning downstairs. Theodore Nott, virile and headstrong, was forever going to press on, with or without you.

You wished it didn't have to be this way.

"I wanted to make things easier for you, Teddy," you whispered, looking past the dress he was holding out. "I really did. You have to believe me. Please."

He wasn't going to browbeat you into getting his way. Not this time.

Theo flung the dress on the floor where it pooled at your ankles like a puddle of spilt blood. Like a condemnation. You closed your eyes and pressed a hand to your clammy forehead. You felt physically sick.

"I'm late for dinner."

present day

Dinner was a pleasant enough affair. As per your seats, Theo wasn't completely hidden from your peripheral vision, but that didn't matter once you started catching up with your friends. Afterward, everyone migrated to one of the living rooms, drinks in tow. It was a riot, seeing all the old crowd under one roof once again. Had they all always been this funny?

By some curious happenstance, Theo ended up next to you on one of the loveseats. As the night wore on, you found yourself gravitating towards him, leaning into him more and more with every bout of hysterical laughter. Eventually, the party started breaking up into smaller groups and dwindling in size as people started excusing themselves, one by one.

So here the two of you were, alone, drunk enough to pretend like the past year hadn't existed. It reminded you of the celebratory parties after Slytherin's victories during Quidditch season. You'd leave early, but in a couple of hours a completely wasted Theo would show up at your door (Merlin knows how, even absolutely smashed, Theo could reach the girls' dormitories), complaining about his head hurt.

You'd entertain his whining, fussing over every scrape he had sustained during or after the match, kissing it all better. You secretly loved those nights - it was the only time he ever let you baby him. Or, as Theo might have considered it then, let you have the upper hand. Even then, you had your differences, but they never stopped you from staying in sync with one another.

If only that were enough.

Now, you were nestled into his side, your head resting on his shoulder and your drink on his thigh. It was quiet, too quiet, even with a fire going in the fireplace. You glanced up at him. His eyes dropped to your lips. You knew where this was headed. Maybe you'd known, or hoped, ever since you'd received the invitation. In all honesty, you were too miserable to push him away.

"Theo," you murmured against the shell of his ear, "what are you doing?"

"Remember how good we had it?"

Your glass of wine drooped in your slackened grip. Most of the time, you were happy being single, but then again, most of the time you didn't have your ex-boyfriend drunkenly pressing hot, distracting, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

"What I remember is how we left things, and why."

"Remind me."

With a considerable effort, you righted your glass, squinting blearily around the dim living room. Honestly, all this estate and not a single coffee table to put a drink down? "We were, um, we were falling out of sync."

"Right," he said drily, plucking the glass out of your hand as if he had read your mind. "So out of sync that we couldn't help but arrive at the exact same time."

"Five minutes."

"Hmm?"

"It wasn't the exact same time. I arrived five min-"

You abruptly forgot what you were saying, deciding that it didn't matter when your mind was fogged with the delirious pleasure Theo was inflicting on you. Frustratingly, Theo pulled away after a minute, lightly flushed.

"My point is, don't you miss it?"

It took you a moment to regain your bearings. You blinked at him. In the flickering light of the fireplace, his eyes shone with such aching sincerity that you nearly forgot that all of this had been his fault.

You wondered if things would be different today if you had slipped into that dress and forced yourself to put on a brave face. After all, it was only a couple of hours. Maybe you wouldn't have ended things that night. Maybe you'd have worked through what might just have been a rough patch.

Or maybe you'd still be together, more miserable than ever.

The cracks were showing. You could have ignored them for only so long.

You pushed him away, suddenly disgusted by more than just the stench of whiskey on his breath.

"Shut up, Theo. You made me feel like an island. Our relationship was crumbling and you didn't give a damn about any of it." You retrieved your glass from where it was surprisingly steadily propped up between the cushions. "You didn't give a damn about me."

Sitting here, your third drink in your hand, the sting of embarrassing tears brought an unpleasant realisation. That had been the worst part, hadn't it? You couldn't even say that it was because he hated you, not when he didn't care enough to. Why didn't he care? Were you too boring? Uninteresting? Not worth his attention, positive or otherwise?

"Cara mia," he whispered urgently, as if English alone couldn't convey his distress. "I promise, I did care about you. You have to believe me. I just - " he faltered, his eyes dropping to the floor. "I didn't express it very well," he finished quietly.

"Like that means something. You were awful to me, especially towards the end."

He had the gall to look genuinely stricken. "Tesoro, please. Don't say that."

But now that you had begun, you couldn't stop. "I begged you to care, Theo. Do you know how humiliating that was? I begged you to care and you just couldn't find it in you." Your heart felt heavy. It was the first time you had let yourself grieve what you once had with Theo. With considerable difficulty, you pressed on. "Just like I couldn't find it in myself to put on that dress and act like everything was fine."

You took a sadistic sort of pleasure in his grimace. Good, he should feel uncomfortable. If anything, the time to feel uncomfortable had been last year, but that ship had sailed long ago. "So forget it. I've had a lifetime's worth of begging for scraps of your affection."

Something in Theo's face changed. It was as if he hadn't entertained the possibility of failing to sweep you off your feet, like he had done so many times before. When he spoke, it was with none of his usual embellishments or charms.

"I know you probably hate me now. As you have every right to. As you should." He paused. "Merlin knows I've hated myself every day since."

You wanted to laugh. Theodore Nott, with a head three sizes too big, hate himself? "Hate yourself? What for?"

Theo scratched his face, staring into nothing, in a distractedly hopeless sort of way. "I don't know. Too many things. For raising my voice at you. For pretending I didn't notice us..." He trailed off, as if he were too embarrassed to finish the sentence. He swirled the little amber liquid left in his crystal glass. "For making you feel like you couldn't rely on me."

"Is this your way of apologising?"

Theo laughed weakly, and when he looked up, his pale blue eyes dull with the sheen of a naively boyish desperation you hadn't seen in a while.

"Would it change things? An apology?"

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. It was all the confirmation he needed. Silence descended on the two of you.

"We were good. Once."

Perhaps. But once upon a time was too flimsy of a reason to fix things now. You took one last look at Theo, fighting the wild impulse to kiss him on the cheek in some half-hearted bid to piece together the shattered man sitting next to you. Even now, after all that had transpired between the two of you, you couldn't help but feel some sort of moral responsibility for his happening. It was curious, how nothing had seemed to change over the past year.

When you spoke, it was with a tone of finality that glued his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

"Merry Christmas, Theo," you whispered as you stood to leave.

Please don't call.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons I wrote instead of sleeping

Sometimes the boys forget that Nimona isn’t human 

Like they’re used to the shifting into animals aspect of Nimona because she does it as often as she breathes

But sometimes she’ll do some really creepy shit like make her arms longer to reach something when she’s too lazy to get up

One time they shifted just their neck to be like an owl so they could turn their head 180 degrees instead of just turning around cause that was “too boring” 

Or he’ll mimic people’s voices without realizing it 

Sometimes he’ll tell a story and suddenly he’s using Bal’s voice 

The first time she did this Bal searched the whole house cause he was convinced that Todd has snuck in

Or she’ll grow an extra arm to hold more shit and they take a moment to realize “oh yeah we adopted a little weirdo” 

They get used to it after a while and the arguments surrounding it are always funny because both the boys will complain and say “I don’t sound like that” and they have to be told “No love you do you really do” 

You know those videos of babies reacting to their parents shaving their facial hair or putting on glasses 

That’s Nimona's reaction every single time the boys change their appearance even the smallest bit they cant shave or wear their reading glasses because if they do he freaks out 

Talking some “help me Nemesis I heard bosses voice but I can’t find him” while Bal was standing right in front of them 

It was the first time he shaved his face in years and he’s never doing it again 

Mostly cause Ambrosius kept telling him he looked like a teenager and it was freaking him out 

I feel like Bal and Ambrosius are those kinds of people who will tell people about the little injuries but neglect the big ones 

Like Bal mentioned that he thinks he sprained his ankle during the fight at the institute but he won’t mention that he’s pretty sure he got a concussion 

(BECAUSE THIS MAN HEAD-BUTTED TWO PEOPLE WHEN HE HAS A METAL ARM) 

(I’m bout to wrap this man in bubble wrap and give him a helmet because wtf) 

Ambrosius will complain the whole day about the fact that he has a paper cut

But will completely neglect to inform his doctors “Oh yeah I can’t move my left arm higher than my waist without pain and I can’t see that well out of my left eye or hear that well out of my left ear do you think that’ll be a problem?” 

It isn’t until Nimona makes an off handed comment about how this super weird that the laser did basically nothing to him that he told both of them

They literally dragged him to the ER because “Who thinks those symptoms are normal Nemesis what is wrong in that pretty little head of yours!!” 

When Bal tells Nimona she’s being a bit of a hypocrite (cause who refers to an arrow as a splinter?) she turns to him and says “I know you’re not saying something Mr. Human battering ram” 

It took literally everything in Ambrosius not to break down laughing

After that she forces them to have frequent checkups with the doctor because these dorks wouldn’t go otherwise

Honestly I'm fully convinced that some people in the kingdom don't know who Nimona is and are constantly confused why they let this little weirdo follow them around 

And finally the curiosity will eat away at them and they’ll finally ask 

Sometimes the boys will give some “normal” answers like “Oh that’s Nimona” and they won’t elaborate at all

Sometimes they’ll give funnier answers like “Oh that’s a raccoon we found in the garage who turned into a person one day” “I don’t know they just showed up in our living room” and their personal best “You see her too?” 

And their favorite that they only started using a couple of years down the line “Oh that’s our kid”

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer Parte Dos

Parte Uno

Original Prompt

Jon couldn't help but take a peek at the large metal ring constructed behind the massive form of Dr Fenton, its size and shape dwarfing man and son. He couldn't watch for much longer, however, as their encounter with Daniel was expedited by Damian's impatience. Maybe he was just itching for a fight, or a supervillain to beat down. Either way, as Superboy, it was his job to make sure Daniel walked out with all his limbs intact!

"Daniel Fenton." But Damian was interrupted just as fast as he had started.

"Ew, no, it's Danny thank you very much. Only my parents when they're angry, and- bleh- Vlad, call me Daniel."

Damian scowled (he was doing that a lot today). "Daniel Fenton, we have some questions for you."

"Guess that's not gonna happen."

Time to intervene. Jon stepped between Damian and Danny, arms outstretched, with a friendly but diplomatic smile. "What Damian here means is we're suuuuper curious about your dad's research, aren't you Damian?"

"...Yes."

"If you wanna know more about my Dad's research, why don't you uhh." Danny bobbed his head at Mr Fenton's direction, the man in the midst of grabbing onto an unfortunate bystander and extolling the virtues of his next invention.

"Your father has proven lacking in his ability to explain his own work, which is why the responsibility now falls on to you, Daniel Fenton, if that's even your real name."

Wow, laying it on real thick, aren't you Damian.

Danny very pointedly ignores the death stare (hehe, death stare) from Dami to look to Jon. "And you are...?"

"Jon, I'm here with my dad too! He's a reporter, but some of this stuff's got me bored out of my mind. I mean, a flying toilet? Really??"

This manages to get a chuckle out of Danny. "You saw that too? And here I thought I'd get to see some normal inventions around here."

"I know right! I feel subconscious even with bathroom stalls and stuff. What are you gonna do, bring a flying curtain?"

"Honestly I know some folks back home who could find it handy." Danny said, a mysterious smirk on his lip. What could be so mysterious about a bunch of streakers back home? Or...

"Would you like to elaborate on that statement, Fenton?" Damian cut in. "Or the function of the garish-looking gateway erected by your Father?"

"Oh that? That's the Fenton PortaPortal."

"Porta what?" Jon asked.

"The Porta Portal. Portable Portal. It's like the one back home, 'cept it's light enough to move around."

"Portal to where exactly?"

Danny shrugs. "The Ghost Zone, where else?"

"You mean to say your parents have breached the afterlife using science?"

"Hah!" Danny laughs. "But it won't work, trust me." There was that knowing grin again.

"You seem pretty sure, Danny. Also wait, you have one of these back home?"

"Yeah, and it let in the raging hordes of the undead on my town. Overshadowing (that's possession btw), taking over the school with meat, box-based assault, replacing people like changelings, that one time a ghost tried to blow up my sister with a laser, that one time the Ghost King kidnapped the entire town and transported it to the Realms..." Danny listed out various dangerous situations like it was Tuesday, ignorant of the dawning horror upon his audience's faces. Jon himself was starting to feel a little green. Ghosts? Hundreds of ghosts? Each of them capable of possession, and according to Danny, much more?!

"How has the Justice League not heard of this kind of thing?" Jon tried, but failed to hide the slight shiver in his voice.

Danny shrugged. "Guess they dismissed our calls as pranks or something."

"Your father wishes to unleash the legions of undead upon Gotham?!" Damian stepped forward, getting up in Danny's face.

"Woah woah woah, chill out man. Mom and Dad actually learned from the last time and built like eight layers of shielding around the portal, not that it'll be necessary since it won't work anyway."

"And why are you so sure? Did you sabotage it? For whwat purpose would you tamper with your own parents' inventions?"

"Dami, maybe we shouldn't jump to conclusions." Jon said, trying to pull Damian away without any obvious use of super strength.

"Yeah Dami, I'm just a kid, like you. You see an engineering degree anywhere that can be used to sAboTAgE anything? 'Cause I don't."

Damian glared at the other boy for just a second longer, before Jon was finally able to pry him off the poor kid. "I'm so sorry, Damian's just kinda intense sometimes, he really means well I-"

"It's fine. Besides, I'm bored as hell over here too. Since we're about sixty-nine million years below the average age of this place. what say we hang and laugh?" Danny got up and stretched his legs.

"Sure! Hey you seen the oven that's supposed to bake pizza in under ten seconds? Come on, Damian spotted this amazing design flaw, you just have to come with."

As Jon dragged them away, Damian muttered under his breath, deviously. "Good job, Kent, escorting Fenton to a secondary location for further questioning."

~~~~~ They spent the next hour roaming the convention centre, laughing and snorting their lungs out at the inventions, and the rich suckers lapping them up. Although Damian was initially as frosty as Superman's ice breath, Danny's mention of a glowing green ghost dog managed to gain his attention, if veiled behind suspicion and accusation. Looks like no squeezing was necessary, but the idea of a whole town of magical beings that possessed as easily as they breathed still made Jon nauseous.

"My parents actually get me keep him, without the threat of dissection, it's amazing!"

"Your parents dissect animals?" Damian spat out with all the hatred of a thousand dying suns.

"Ghosts, and they never have. Kept getting away. For some reason. Nowadays they're more into non-invasive study. and by non-invasive I mean totally invasive of things like privacy, and alone time." Danny grumbled.

"I feel you, man." Imagine having a dad with super hearing. Or growing up with the world's greatest stalkers.

"Privacy is an illusion." Damian being normal challenge IMPOSSIBLE

They had no more time to banter before Dr Fenton's booming voice echoed across the centre.

"AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, THE SHOWCASE OF THE FENTON PORTAPORTAL AND THE LATEST IN FENTON SURVEILLANCE TECHNOLOGY, BEHOLD!"

"Just watch." Danny said.

Jack slammed his fist upon the on button, which was thankfully on the outside this time. The circular rings around the portal spun and spun, creating an electric whirring sound building up to a crescendo...

Only for the portal to fizzle out, as the crowd's jeers reached a fever pitch.

"Told you so."

Danny's triumph lasted not for another minute, however, when his body shivered and a cold mist broke through his lips. "Shit." He muttered. At least Jon and Damian were looking away. Danny's eyes scanned the crowd. Jack Fenton's sorrow was wiped away as the sensors in his suit came to life. He whipped out a comically large ecto-gun, shouting. "I KNEW IT! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK FROM GHOSTS!!!"

Danny needed look no longer as piercing laughter filled the auditorium. A swarm of green bats descended upon the centre, causing chaos and confusion. Those among the crowd sensible enough to run for the exits found themselves halted by bars locking them shut. Jack opened fire, but was overwhelmed by dozens of ghost bats.

Danny looked for anywhere he could silp away and transform. Damian and Jon did the same. None of them could an opportunity, as two pairs of hands swept them off their feet, and bindings tied them together. Their eyes widened as they gazed upon their captors. Two men adorned with white face paint. One in a gothic waistcoat, the other with green hair and a purple suit.

The infamous Joker, and the not as infamous Freakshow, both in hysterical laughter.

"I really gotta give it to you Danny-boy, that sabotage act you pulled really put us for a loop!" The Joker gasped out between laughs. He pulled out a remote with a large red button. "But I, the Joker, have out-sabotaged your sabotage! AHAHAHAH"

The Joker pressed the buttom, causing the portal to roar back to life.

"Damian!" Bruce Wayne yelled.

"Jon!" Clark Kent shouted.

"DANNY BOY!" Jack cried out, but they were too late to stop the swarm of bats carrying all three boys through the newly reactivated portal, and were too late to follow before the whole thing blew to pieces in a fiery halo.

To be continued....

[trlvsn]

phoenix wright making apollo justice present forged evidence is, as rightfully rage-inducing as it is, also perfectly understandable and even justifiable to an extent. in this essay i will not cut my introduction off with an old-fashioned tumblr punchline and will actually elaborate on why i think so and what i think about phoenix wright in general.

the first few paragraphs will be rather surface-level, but bear with me: i'm writing this in one breath. it has already been established that the change in phoenix's character was so big and shocking that the fandom is still actively discussing it and making theories. i have seen people compare his sprites with mia and diego, kristoph and miles, yanni yogi and many others, and every single on of them is, in in my opinion, correct: there are actual similarities between them, intentional or not. i believe it can all be explained with two simple statements. one: phoenix is a sponge of a man. even before aa4, we frequently see him adopt mannerisms and figures of speech from the people he encounters. he learns, he absorbs, he changes, but only for a short while, as he stays true to his motivations, passions and drive. two: the seven years of being watched by kristoph and collecting data made him turn to that mimicking quality of his and use it as a weapon. phoenix wright could not afford to reveal his true motivations, therefore, he could not reveal what he was in general. it's a simple metaphor, really.

did he get lost in the deceptions somewhere along the way? absolutely. "what tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive", a line said by him about kristoph, can easily be applied to phoenix. this is where the bloody ace comes in. incidentally, he is given the idea by zak: he is the one who says one can't win unless there's a ace up their sleeve, and, no matter how much of an influence that particular phrase had on wright, he follows the principle. here is phoenix's first motive for forging the ace: insurance. without concrete, dooming evidence, a trial could not end in his favor at the time. phoenix wright, post-disbarment, is no longer a man who relies on bluffs and "just believing in the client", he is strongly dissapointed in the system, outraged, offended, hurt, wounded, and he does not trust it at all, hence the dirty tricks. you can't just play fair against something unfair and win.

what i find far more interesting however, are his other motives. if the only thing that drive him to forgery was distrust and carefulness, he would have shared the plan with apollo or, perhaps, done something similar to the turnabout succession trial, where the letter is shown to the culprit, but never submitted as evidence and quickly admitted as a fake. really, i believe he is smart enough to find other ways. however, he doesn't. he gives the ace to apollo in a very specific way: through trucy wright, not a word of proper explanation. why is that? he is teaching apollo a lesson.

clearly, something about apollo reminds phoenix of himself. a young, bright, nervous mind, fighting for the truth and justice, full of belief, a little naive. phoenix knows what that naivety cost him, and he destroys it right away, because then it will hurt less, he thinks. the forged ace is a vaccine of sorts: you will experience some minor symptoms, but no actual serious consequences, and it will hurt for a moment, but for the rest of your life, you will never catch that sickness again. phoenix is already planning the jurist system reform and has already planned how this trial will go: the environment is controlled and safe for apollo, he will not get disbarred. if the truth is revealed later, under the new system, surely apollo won't be receiving the same harsh punishment wright did. so here you go, kid, learn your lesson, punch a lawyer or two in the face, and never ever, ever trust anyone like that ever again.

but wait, if the truth does get revealed, who will be receiving the punishment for it? of course, the man who forged the evidence, phoenix wright. here comes the third reason: punishment.

remember the class trial? young phoenix wright, blamed for a crime he didn't commit, overwhelmed and crying. what does the abandoned child do when the whole class accuses him of stealing? he stands up slowly and comes up to the kid with the grey hair to apologize for the money he stole but did not steal. he admits it. it doesn't matter what the truth is anymore, because if everyone thinks you did it, you might as well have.

you might as well do it again, for real this time, and maybe a weight will fall off your shoulders, because what you see in yourself will finally match the image the whole world has of you.

phoenix wright is working on the jurist system. phoenix wright is a father and phoenix wright is someone who will do his best to put kristoph gavin to jail. that doesn't mean phoenix wright sees any other use or future for himself. it simply does not matter. well, by the end of the first case, anyway.

he gathers more evidence. he thinks, a lot. he gives apollo advice on the cases, inevitability reminiscing. the new system is a success. in a new, better world, maybe he will take some piano lessons: he has grown tired of pretending he can play. he has grown tired of pretending in general. hell, maybe he will even take the bar exam again.

[lakeside-paradise]

Sae and Rin's relationship actually causes me so much pain. They were so happy when they were little (Mostly. See near the end for more elaboration on that).

They grew up together with soccer making them so strong as a pair. Rin was never meant to play soccer. It just so happened that he was completely fascinated by his brother's skills. He first kicked a ball when his brother was unable to score a goal after getting his scoring range cut off. After that, they were a pair. And when Sae was given that golden opportunity in Spain, they were still so happy. Rin was happy for Sae, and Sae was excited about where his soccer career would go.

The pride in Rin's eyes honestly breaks my heart, because he has that same smile when he gets to see Sae back after so long. But when he does come back, he's not the same brother that Rin recognised. He was lost, exhausted, crushed underfoot with his dream squashed and manipulated because the people in Spain were too strong, and he had to bow to them. Rin had never seen his brother like that before.

He looks completely empty here. They must have been the worst four years in his life, and despite the fact that he loves his brother so dearly, it must crush him to see Rin carrying on with his dream. Rin still wants to be a striker, but from Sae's point of view, that was a dream he could no longer have despite his skill being so much stronger than Rin's. So maybe he wanted to protect him. Maybe he wanted to encourage him in his own broken way. Maybe he didn't want Rin to look up to him anymore because he was so different to the brother than Rin knew and loved. Either way, Sae shattered their relationship that night. And Rin was crushed.

But he's not like his brother. He continued to believe that he could be the best in the world, but that's no longer because he wants to fight alongside Sae to be the best. He wants to break Sae in the same way that he broke Rin. His love for soccer turned to hatred, which is why he never looks happy while playing anymore. He played soccer just because Sae told him that he could, that he could be the second best in the world, by Sae's side forever. (Sound familiar, ReoNagi shippers?) Sae's dream changed, Rin's withered. Now they have their own separate goals.

When they see each other again for the first time in years, Rin lets his hatred show through, glaring at Sae as if trying to get his attention, to show him how much he hates him, how far he's come without his brother. But Sae doesn't even look at him. He doesn't give Rin what he wants, and that isn't because he doesn't care. At least, in my opinion. No, he just doesn't want to do anything that will stop Rin's hatred for him or make it even worse.

On the pitch, Rin has the same expression, still so angry and obsessed with beating his brother once and for all. But Sae is professional, treating Rin like he's just another opponent to beat, just another person to get through. That's why he's able to beat Rin one on one the first time around. He doesn't have any feelings for Rin on the pitch, unlike Rin's obsessive hatred.

Sae's biggest weapon against his brother is his words. It could be both a direct attack against Rin, like the day that Sae came back from Spain and used his words and his insults to break his brother's resolve and determination. Back then, Sae used any weapon he could to destroy Rin's love of soccer, making sure that Rin wouldn't look up to him ever again. And in the past, it really did work.

Now I'm not gonna lie, if someone I loved and looked up to that much said something like that to me, it would absolutely destroy me as well. For four years, Rin had dedicated his training and soccer games to be a striker who could match Sae, who could play alongside him and support him. But after seeing his brother for the first time in all those years, all he had to say to his little brother was that he was a defective product, that he wasn't needed.

This time, Rin doesn't let Sae take advantage of his mental state. He doesn't allow the insults to get to him. He knows what his abilities are and how good a player he is. And after being crushed by Sae's ego and words years ago, he isn't going to let that happen to him again. He uses that new outlook and his newfound 'Flow State' to completely dominate the field until his final block against his brother left the ball to Yoichi Isagi, allowing him to score that incredible last goal.

Now, their reactions after the game are just so interesting to me. Rin finally beat his brother, he finally got what he wanted. His brother walks over to him, speaks to him, acknowledges Rin for the first time that game with gentleness and for a second, Rin thinks for just a second that they can carry on as before. Sae will be the number one striker, and Rin will follow just behind. But once again, Sae can't keep eye contact with him. He knows he won't be able to be the player that Rin wants, so he tells him to focus on Yoichi Isagi instead, to work with him instead. But that's not what Rin wants, and once again, he feels crushed by his brother.

His ego takes over once again and he lashes out at the person who Sae told him to play alongside. From the very beginning, Blue Lock and everyone inside were just stepping stones for him to overpower and beat until he was able to play soccer with his brother and show him how much he had changed from that one day in the snow. But Sae refused to acknowledge that, he didn't want his brother to be dragged down by him, and so Rin continued to hate him, and his way of playing soccer wouldn't go back to how it was before.

Now. There were a few things that didn't make sense to me in the U20 game, such as Sae mentioning Rin's 'Flow State'. According to the manga, there was no reason that Sae should have seen this state before, especially since they only really learned what 'Flow' meant in Chapter 111 (If I'm correct). But Sae mentions being familiar with it:

I spent a long time trying to figure out what Sae meant by "You can still make that face, huh. What's with you?" I just assumed he meant that Rin could still continue with that determination even when Sae kept blocking him over and over again and Rin never being able to get past. But with Chapter 270 and 271 coming out, it sure explains a lot more. Rin had had a similar facial expression a few times before, back when he was little.

For reasons that aren't clear yet, Rin had been quite a heavy-handed child, breaking toys constantly whenever he got too excited and began to show a strong interest in death as a whole and being able to die after killing someone stronger than him. I'll talk more about that just a little bit later. But this is a clear example of a premature 'Flow State', with Rin getting far too caught up in his own actions, like during that soccer game, where he was barely aware of his own surroundings, but fully aware at the same time. Sae recognised it all too well.

Their relationship as kids were, like I said before, overwhelmingly positive, mostly. Sae had inspired Rin to play soccer, and Rin was someone who could work alongside Sae and help him in ways that other players couldn't, making them an unstoppable duo, also making it seem like they were the only other players on the entire pitch. But that wasn't just it. I'm not sure about their parents as a whole, but their father keeps ringing warning bells in my head.

The way their father is standing behind them makes me nervous, just like it does with Rin. Here, Rin doesn't seem like a guilty child who just doesn't want to tell the truth. He seems worried about what his parents might do or say, which is why he also asks Sae if he thinks they will be angry. Sae notices that Rin looks afraid and uncertain, so he steps in to reassure him and take the blame instead.

As an abuse survivor with an older sibling who took the blame for me as much as I took the blame for them growing up, I can see a similar attitude here. Rin's uncertain fidgeting, Sae instantly taking the blame and then sticking his tongue at Rin to reassure him all seems like a sibling trying to protect them from abuse or something similar. And while his father saying "Come here for a bit, Sae." could just mean Sae needing to fix the toys that 'he' broke (as we see toys fixed later), it still makes me uncomfortable.

Anyway. Like I mentioned, Sae will do anything to protect and reassure his brother, which is why he tries to comfort Rin in his own way when he got upset about being treated like he was weird. The last thing that Sae wants is for Rin to be upset, so he's always there to comfort him.

But despite how close they are and how fiercely protective Sae is when it comes to Rin, I can't help but think there are times that Rin scares Sae, especially when he mentions his new fascination with death and becoming excited at the thought of destroying someone else and then dying himself. When Sae hears that, he looks visibly worried and a little scared, and considering the fact that he's just a kid as well, it's understandable that he'd look so worried.

We also know from this chapter that Rin has hurt himself several times in order to get himself used to the feeling of being broken down and beaten. It's likely that this was the first time that Sae had heard anything like that from Rin, so it must have been worrying to him to see his little brother always coming home hurt. As much as Sae tries to protect his little brother from the world and how terrifying it could be, it must have been the first time that Sae doubted he could protect his brother from something like that.

Anyway. That concludes my long-ass essay of the Itoshi siblings. I had to cut down on a few details because I hit the image limit and I'm sure there were still some things I missed out. But here it is.

Edit because I saw an amazing post from @animentality :

I was putting a lot of heavy emphasis on Sae and the way he completely crushed Rin's dreams, but I don't think I put enough emphasis on Sae himself.

He was completely crushed by the time he came back. You put it wonderfully when you said that Sae looked like he wanted to die. He looked like he had lost everything, and in a way, he did. No, he wasn't right for what he said or did, but at the same time, he had been completely broken down, and Rin wasn't helping him. It's understandable that Rin would be excited that his brother had returned, but like you also said, Rin should have read the room and Sae's mood.

At that moment, Sae really didn't need to hear about Rin and everything that had been happening. He needed Rin to reassure him and tell him that they didn't need to talk about soccer at that moment. Their dreams could wait while Sae got the rest he needed and deserved, to recover his sense of self, to try to gain back everything that he lost.

But Rin, in all his innocence, didn't give Sae that reassurance, and considering that Sae had had his dream destroyed in Spain, why would he think that Rin's dream would be able to stay afloat, especially since he always saw himself second to Sae.

Both had a part to play in that argument, and Sae went too far. That's for certain. But Rin also went too far, and that can't be denied. Not only that, Rin started it. Both were responsible for the way their relationship shattered and not all the blame can be put on either party.

[03l210]

Bllk Boys Hcs with a S/O that has (a lot of) beauty marks:

Not a request | Gn reader, no pronouns used but still wanted to specify

CHARACTERS: Bachira, Kaiser, and Shidou

GENRE: Fluff | WARNINGS: None (besides that these may suck, I was overthinking while writing so I'm sorry if it appears ooc)

Shoutout to @khuzena for helping me confirm my thoughts on who to do for this + gave me the idea for Kaiser

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Bachira:

This is mostly him kissing you I'm so sorry but I needed this to be shared.

Oh sweet boy

He absolutely ADORES you and your beauty marks

He just thinks they add on to your already beautiful face, don't even try to fight him on that (he'll win)

When he's giving you kisses on your face, he gives them to you all over in no specific order but makes it his mission to make sure he kisses all your beauty marks

Like if he realizes he 'accidentally' missed one he will start his crazy kisses all over again before you can even protest (and you will, I just know some of them are disgustingly wet sometimes)

Will literally jump at you upon seeing you to start kissing you too

Did I mention he is 5'9?

...if you're short or not very strong physically have fun cause ...yeah

If you have any on your arms/hands too, don't think they are safe from his chaotic kisses. He will just use it as an excuse to kiss you even more and for longer so either be prepared for that or wear long sleeves to at least save yourself from that

If you have any on your neck and are ticklish, good luck my friend.

He will laugh while giving the ones on your neck kisses sometimes (does that tickle people? I will never know, I'm not ticklish so bear with me here)

CONSTANTLY complimenting you and your beauty marks but in the weirdest most Bachira ways (no I will not elaborate any further on this, anyways-)

If you're asleep (or even awake sometimes) he finds himself tracing his finger from one beauty mark to another almost like a connect the dots game with his usual smile on his face

Kaiser:

*taps my little imaginary microphone* ahem, HE SHOULD'VE HAD BEAUTY MA- *is forcibly removed from the stage*

this man.

Your beauty marks are probably what attracted him to you in the first place tbh

To catch his attention, you need to stand out to him first. If not while playing soccer then something from your appearance (could be hair, a tattoo, or in this case, your beauty marks) or even certain actions

LOVES staring at the ones on your face randomly or when he wants a reaction out of you

If he doesn't get as strong of a reaction out of you from his staring like he hoped, don't be surprised to feel a pair of lips on your face where one of your beauty marks are if you turned away from him and him saying/whispering one of his terms of endearment for you (in german!) before pulling away and looking at you again with his smug face (Do not be fooled by this, I really do dislike Kaiser)

Which reminds me, his more popular names for you are Schätzchen/Schatzi (both mean "Little Treasure", but I think Schätzchen can also mean something else, so I just put both), Spatzi (Little Sparrow), and sometimes Liebe (Love). No, it doesn't matter if you are taller than him, he will still include the "little" part of the name

I couldn't find any theater-related names that I liked for this, forgive me🙇🙇‍♀️

He really does love your beauty marks as much as he loves you, there is literally no doubting it and he won't even let you say anything bad about them, let alone anyone else (seriously, dude gets scarily serious when you do, I would be scared for the person that said something bad about your beauty marks)

He loves kissing them even more though, he does it teasingly sometimes, but you can tell when they are loving without the teasing in them just from how he is kissing them

Constantly praising your beauty and emphasizes how your beauty marks are included in that praise no matter what

This also turned more into kissing, I'm sorry but so far, Bachira and Kaiser just love to kiss them more than they probably should

Shidou:

This menace,,, I miss him in the manga, but at least he will be animated soon....eventually... (8bit please don't mess him up, I'm begging you plea-)

Let me get this out of the way, like the rest, loves to kiss them too, but obnoxiously.

Not wet kisses like Bachira or lovingly teasing like Kaiser, just obnoxious to the point of "If you do not stop, I will punch you" obnoxious, especially in front of others

only time he's not being obnoxious with them is when he's tired, that's the only exception you're getting for now

But no matter how annoying he is about them or in general there is no denying that he loves them and you

Like Kaiser, they probably are partially what would've attracted him to you, but I definitely see it more action wise that did it (how if you don't play soccer? idk, you probably told him or someone else off or got in a fight and your beauty marks were just a bonus)

LIVES to show you and your beauty marks off to people like Kaiser but worse

Like 10x worse

maybe even 100x worse

Bro will ask you stuff about them that make you want to question why you are even with him sometimes

"You got anymore hidden undernea-"

"Shut your mouth before I jump out of this window" (you guys are on the 5th floor of the building)

You know how I said Bachira likes tracing them with his finger? Shidou does too, but with a marker

If it's permanent or not, you'll find out when you try to wash it off /j

HONORABLE MENTION FOR THIS POST: Karasu (except if I write for him I am afraid I will spontaneously combust into flames)

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I finished these hcs just before the match between Real Madrid vs. Al Hilal ended (I just forgot to post them T - T), congratulations to Real Madrid for winning their 5th Club World Cup!!

Isagi was supposed to be in this too but I decided to cut him out just cause of the pure length of this post but I hope you enjoyed this post!!

Likes, Comments, and re-shares are greatly appreciated, just no full reposts on other platforms outside of Tumblr.

[andrastesgrace]

my entire brain right now is just maric, asking duncan to send a letter to fiona, not really expecting a reply but unable to stop thinking about her a few months pass, and he gets a letter back. it's short, but it's still fiona, and and he's in a good mood for days. loghain doesn't ask why.

letters becoming a regular thing, because letters are harmless. they don't use their real names, unless someone intercepts. but it feels a little like...something. friendship, at the very least. a balm to a couple of weary hearts who are tired of pain.

a year passes. alistair is nearly two. eamon says he's well, but hasn't said anything else and maric doesn't ask because it hurts too much. fiona doesn't ask, either, but he can tell when it's hurting her by the shape of the silences in her letters. sometimes he goes a long time, without a new one.

when three months pass and he hasn't heard from her, he begins to pester Duncan for news the younger man doesn't have. when it turns into four, he starts looking for a way to rearrange his schedule, to ride for weisshaupt if necessary.

just as he's about to leave, he recieves the news that she's been kicked out of the Grey Wardens. she's headed back to the Circle. he writes one, two, three responses, and they all end up in the wastebasket. what if...what if she came to Ferelden? Surely Kinloch Hold would be kinder to her than Montissimard. he could...they could...

but he can already hear her answer.

you know I can't. so instead, the fourth and final reply, the one he sends, just says "what do you need?"

"write me a letter, you ridiculous man" the letters have grown longer and more frequent, now that she has time she isn't giving to the grey wardens. he complains bitterly in coded language that the landsmeet fights him every time he tries to improve life in the alienage; she responds with counsel and a badly drawn caricature of arl kendells. she tells him all about how Orlesian politicking infects even the Circles of Magi, he responds with a limerick about an Orlesian lord losing his pants that has her snorting her morning coffee.

sometimes, his words grow a little too tender, and its weeks before he hears from her again.

it's another year before he sees her in person, and that is entirely by accident. the empress has invited him to a ball, and he makes an appearance despite the fact that the palace at Val Royeaux fills him with a dull anger he's never quite able to shake. he finds himself ditching the crowd and the mask for a cloak and hood, just to get some fresh air and clear his mind. it's an objectively bad idea. the king of ferelden unguarded in val royeaux is somewhat akin to leaving a rabbit unguarded in a kennel full of hungry dogs. what's more, as he's walking the grounds, he finds himself staring at the long stake on the palace gate, and realizing what it was for. or what it had been for, once. "not a party person, I see,"

he turns, and there she is. for all the ornate gowns and elaborate hairpieces he's seen tonight, fiona in simple green velvet and her dark hair caught up in a comb is the loveliest thing he's seen. even the mask is not terribly ornate, and she tucks it aside as she approaches him, her hazel eyes squinting in affection. "I - Fiona! I didn't know you'd be here." "Oh, I'm not allowed inside the palace, but even the circle has to come when the Empress calls. They have us milling about the outside. like decorations." "...well that's stupid." they laugh, for a moment, and his stomach swoops as she comes to stand close, to look at where he was looking.

"was it a very fascinating gate post?"

"ah, well-"

he means to shy away, but she tilts her head with a look of concern.

it was where they hung my mother's body when they killed her seems a little macabre, so he just says "they used to display bodies there, during the war." she seems to gather his meaning, or at least part of it, and affection for her blooms in his chest as she spins the conversation off into lighter places, telling him a story of one of the major players of her letters, a mage having an affair with not one but three different nobles, all of whom were attempting to kill each other. by the end he's laughing, and she's grinning, and he wants so badly to kiss her. he remembers the soft noises she makes when he kisses her. "no good nobles in val royeaux, I see." "well. usually. there's one, tonight."

they part when the bell rings, and he must make his way back to the ballroom lest he be considered rude, but not before he presses a key to his private room into her hand. the choice, as always, is hers. "they'll talk," she says later, as she's unbuttoning his shirt.

there are a hundred different scandals happening val royeaux tonight. they'll just have to be one of them. "let them," he says. he bends at the knee and scoops her into his arms, carrying her to the bed. later, he lets his fingers wander over the crisscross of stretch marks on her hips that weren't there the last time he saw her like this. she seems self-conscious, tries to cover herself, but he grabs her hand and kisses her. "beautiful," he murmurs. how could the proof she carried his child be anything but beautiful? "Ridiculous." It started, truly, in the depths of the Deep Roads. But if you ask Maric, that's how it started again. Letters, and a visit, here and there. Once a year, maybe twice if they're very lucky. he sends her gifts at Wintersend, and there's always a busybody or two at the Circle trying to discern the identity of Fiona's benefactor. she sends back three boxes of sweets. one for maric, one for cailan, and one - well. he always sends it to Redcliffe. it always ends with the same question, and the same answer. "you could come with me, you know."

"you know that I can't." "that doesn't mean that I'll stop asking."

[skele-bunny]

I seen you share this post and I know you're comfortable writing these things, so I was wondering if we could have little snippets or maybe a fic elaborating on when you wrote about Dew punching someone for fat shaming Aether? Thanks!! https://www.tumblr.com/skele-bunny/759611991374643200?source=share

Word! Also you're right wjsjdj I don't mind writing these things at all. I'm perfectly fine with getting requests to tackle heavier topics 💪 context: this post by @mutt-sys

CW - FATPHOBIA, RACISM, PARENTAL DISCRIMINATION, ABLEISM, VICTIM BLAMING, TRANSPHOBIA, ACEPHOBIA

Cowbell has experienced acephobia before. Ghouls are sexual driven creatures, there's no way a ghoul is asexual! She's had to deal with crude remarks, "You just haven't met the right person!" // "It's just a phase you'll grow out of." , which also meant unwanted advances. Sometimes it gets to the point she thinks she's broken. That something really is wrong with him.

A multitude of both ghouls and siblings have had to work around ableism. Zephyr simply being denied into places like the bathhouse, outings with their pack as they simple didn't have wheelchair accessibility. Delta being denied accessibility services because he wasn't "blind enough." Pebble fighting for MONTHS to get his hearing aids. Phantom not being accommodated as "We've seen autistic people before. You don't act like that." or just "You? I would've never guessed! You don't look autistic!"

And yeah! Just like in that little hc post, Aether, Cumulus, Omega, Alpha, Ifrit, basically any bigger ghoul has absolutely received fatphobia on a daily basis wether it's subtle or outright. Getting grimaces, especially if they work in the hospital. Bc they're deemed "unhealthy" so why should they work in a "healthy" setting? Omega getting an annoyed sighs from the wardrobe siblings "Guess we need another size up..." Cumulus being deemed unattractive because of her weight, her height, basically anything about her was unattractive. Unlovable.

Even Terzo faced discrimination. Constantly misgendered and deadnamed even after being publicly out, always feeling his face warm up and heart stop as he's deadnamed in front of someone who only knew him as Terzo. But forced to bare it and grin as if he even tries standing up for himself he's "Sensitive" or "Over reacting" and given just annoyed sighs and eye rolls. Sunshine and Cirrus getting scoffed at and slurs thrown at them for entering women's sections of say the bathhouse or changing room at the gym. Constantly being reported (that doesn't go anywhere) but passively aggressively suggested to use the gender neutral rooms instead, which just makes them more upset.

Mist experiencing discrimination with her kits! One of them starts fussing and annoyed whispers of "I wish there were child free places"//"Does that baby have to be here?"//"Great, just what I wanted. A screaming kit." At first he was able to stand up for himself and curse them out but after so many times... It's hard to not let it get to you. Just softly crying and getting frustrated at not only himself but her kits :/. Unable to go back to work as they don't want someone "wrapped up with kits who's unreliable."

(Based on my own and my partners experiences.*)

Ghouls facing issues as they're learning a new language, just broken and choppy but doing their best to try and communicate. Always gets those fake smiles as they turn to a ghoul that been around longer "Could you translate for them?" Or even speaking to them like a child. "What is YOURRR naammee?" Just outright ignored if they try to get someone's attention bc that person doesn't want to 'struggle' with trying to understand even tho they're not even attempting.

Swiss having to learn to do his own hair and more styles as the stylists didn't know how to even work with his hair type. They just shaved it and he was MORTIFIED. Always labeled as aggressive by passer-byers and being followed around in stores while Dew is left alone and even approached with friendly service. Being stopped twice and accused of shoplifting and trying to defend himself only to, once again, be marked as aggressive and hostile.

Dew terrified to come out about anything he experienced bc he's heard the whispers about other people coming out. "Well what did she do to deserve it?"//"He must've led her on."//"That's what happens when you drink!" So he just stays quiet and never speaks up about anything, just forced to deal with it on his own even after he confided in Aether and Mountain as he's scared they think that of him.

Shit SUCKS. While there have been improvements through the years, unions, changes made with each Papa, it doesn't always stop it. Unfortunately, discrimination will always be around. 🫠

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

There were more than a couple of shows ending this week. And when that happens I go to my mdl page and click that box that says completed.

Sometimes it's with the feeling of "finally,it's over", and sometimes just that little action makes a bit sad. Playboyy is in the first category, I will not elaborate. I will just say a few words about the shows that this week are part of the second category.

I ticked that box twice yesterday and once just an hour ago. My heart is full, the joy is overwhelming and the bit of sadness that comes from the end of something I love has settled a bit (not really but let's pretend).

Perfect Propose was a gift. I didn't see it coming, and I was hooked from the first minute. Even with the shorter running time, Kai already occupies a special place in my heart and will join others as one of my favourite bl characters of all time. I don't think it's any secret for anyone that follows me that jbl has a special place in my heart. Maybe because it was my first, or maybe just because it's better my taste. But in 6 short episodes we got to see these characters confront their own issues and grow into themselves and each other, and still managed to have a story that incorporated workplace criticism without detracting from the love story which is super impressive. I wanted more because I could keep watching them but it felt complete.

Ossan's Love Returns was another surprise. Because I wasn't planning on watching. Mostly because I thought it wouldn't be my thing (crazy talk) and also because I would have to go back and watch everything that came before. But then, @twig-tea, as usual being the voice of reason, told me to just watch this season. And, not that they are on the same level in my heart, but this show filled a little bit of the hole left by WDYEY. It wasn't a perfect season. And I liked some characters more than others but in the end, this family had me in tears. This episode was beautiful. The speeches for Haruta got me so emotional, and then the cherry blossoms and the last fight between Maki and Kurosawa ending with the "We are family" left me with tears in my eyes that came back today as I was giffing it. It's amazing to me that this show has the success that it does and it gives me hope that we might get more stories like this. (Would also like to take a moment to thank @isaksbestpillow for subbing the episodes and giving us more cultural context so we can fully appreciate this show)

I LOVE cherry magic. All of it. I love the manga, I love the japanese version, the thai version and the anime version. Give me all of it. Forever. And so I was cautiously optimistic about this one. Optimistic because I really like Tay/New, cautious because in my brain I could only see how they could ruin one of my favourite stories. I didn't have to be. This was wonderful. I really wanna re-read the manga in its entirety because I wanna see how it compares now that it's over. Not to criticize it or be able to spot what they got wrong but to appreciate the changes they made and why it worked so well. Because the things that I noticed were really well done.

Not to repeat myself but... I LOVE Kurosawa/Karan. All the versions. I need more of him. I think from the main four, he's the one, that I notice changes more from version to version. And I love them all. I mean, Tay Tawan is a beautiful human. And his Karan had me practically swooning on a weekly basis. And I'm not a swooner. I loved New as Adachi, I think he embodied the character really well and I thoroughly enjoyed all his facial expressions. I loved this version of Minato and Tsuge more than the japanese version. I think it was more fleshed out and more balanced and obviously it was helped by the longer runtime. Even Pai and Rock had my heart by the end. It was so good.

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I need more shows like the ones above and I'll be waiting for the next one that consumes me. In the mean time, I guess I'm gonna go watch some kids being awful to each other. Balance is good. 💜

[ilikemicrowaves]

CARNELIAN CONTENT BECAUSE I LOVE HER‼️💯💯

Anyways, since I no longer have a headache I can work on some stuff since i have free time :D !and since I still haven't finished the Winter and Carnelian parallels essay, and started another Carnelian analysis where I analysis every existing frame of her, here's another mini essay I did finish a little while back! Enjoy <3

It's interesting we never get to here about her home life, but since it's hinted she has no family I'm gonna make her an orphan. The only dragon in her life that she considered family was an older male skywing who she refers to as brother, named Amphorn. Amphorn didn't really see Carnelian as family but just someone to give his left overs too, but he did try to help her with her anger issues once. But it wasn't much, he just asked her to think "it's not worth my time." Any time someone did something small but annoying.

She didn't really have a place in the sky kingdom that she lived but just flew around hunting and sleeping if she wasn't being a child soldier.

Also I've seen hardly anybody talk about how apparently Carnelian and Peril have a history, and Tui never elaborated on it. In my head Carnelian only had a few interaction with Peril, and since they both hardly ever interact with anybody, they thought that was a friendship.

And since Peril liked Carnelian, she convinced Scarlet to let her in to watch her fight in the arena if she payed less than usual. Then Carnelian could afford to go to the arena more often.

There may have been a separation between them, I'm assuming the cause was Scarlet, which could explain one of the reasons Carnelian hated Scarlet so much. But Peril didn't really notice Carnelian, so it could be that they were much younger when the separation Occurred. And Peril not remembering Carnelian makes sense because she didn't remember when she burned the eggs on the brightest night even though she was 3, the age a dragonet is basically atleast 10 years old in human years.

If you guys have anymore friendship hcs about these two I would love to hear them ^^

[iristial]

The KingOhgers are all connected through marriage and spiritual family ties -> late night thoughts of an imaginative person who doesn't keep up with canonical lore and ignores it as she pleases

Canonically Racules is married to Suzume, which makes him and Gira in-laws to Kaguragi, and if either Hastie brother has children then Kaguragi would be their uncle

Personally I'm not a big Racules fan + there's some holes to him being "good all along" (even though the lead writer did set it up so his motivations could've gone two different directions (and in a very Yuya Takahashi fashion imo)). But I'm also a sucker for a big brother loving his little half-alien spawn brother so much - even more than the kid's actual father - that he would defile his own hands to keep him free from corruptive influences, and maybe I tried very hard not to swoon over his cliff scene with Suzume xD

I like to think Gokkan used to be a proper kingdom under Jeramie's father before he eloped/got exiled and the vicious in-fighting resulted in the original royal family being wiped out. Thus Gokkan is re-established as an elaborate high court and the crown (now just a formality) is passed down to worthy candidates rather than inherited by blood, though there's nothing wrong with a candidate being their predecessor's relative

Many Gokkan citizens would end up migrating to Ishabana, which is why "Moffun and Friends" is produced there

My point being, Jeramie is Gokkan's last "true" heir and Rita is part of the new rule. But Jeramie's more interested in maintaining human-Bugnarok relations, the kingdom has changed so drastically that what little of the original culture that Jeramie remembers is gone, and he despises sitting in an office all day, so his interest of reclaiming his birthright is little to zero

He will claim he has a "spiritual connection defying bloodlines" (affectionate, kinda trolling) to Rita and Rita will correct him every time (exasperated, gradually affectionate)

Jeramie: Back in my day, paperwork could have romance too Rita: You mean creating loopholes to increase taxes? Jeramie:

Also Morphonia is the previous king's daughter

Gira and Rita. If you know me, you know

Therefore Racules is in-laws with the high judge who slapped him. This prospect has entertained me for the longest time

They can't even make small talk without being painfully awkward because Racules no longer has reason to pretend being a jerk so he doesn't know what to say (and maybe he flinches a little whenever Rita removes a glove lol). Also Rita is not built to have social connections beyond ten select people; it's a work in progress

Girita both like children, are quite good with them and wouldn't be opposed to having them, but at the end of the day they would adopt or pass the throne down to a competent successor/Racules' kid

Jeramie would be a godfather. Who he'll read bedtime stories to and help them hide from the royal tutors by hanging from spiderweb hammocks is unknown. Regardless, he will be a loving godfather to someone and they will love him

Something in my blood says Himeno and Yanma are meant to be, even if I don't have strong feelings for this pairing. Their citizens would probably have a bet on how long it'll be until they formally acknowledge their union, with predictions varying from when they have a child and accept they can't put everyone who calls the little darling illegitimate under house arrest with poor wi-fi signal because I'll sneak in and strangle the blasphemous slanderer myself to until Yanma-kun tells Her Majesty that he loves a little arson while rolling in the soil in the second ring of the underworld and not to be pushy but I prefer having the skin on my bones when that happens please and thank you

There's an allure to the Yannhime kid becoming interested in agriculture. Not that their parents wouldn't be supportive but it would dismay them a little that they spent years debating whether their kid would prefer medicine or technology, and said kid picked up a shovel one day and decided a farm is the best place in the world. They'll find a way to make it work

[damnaation]

Seafood Dinner

A well known actor encounters someone with very particular tastes in garnishes.

Soft unwilling open ended vore (reluctant pred unwilling prey)

The tray had a bottle and a pair of wine glasses on it, each with a small amount of water and...

Tiny mermaids? Some sort of elaborate decoration in the glasses, at least. One with a hot pink tail, the other dark blue. Otherwise almost identical, save for the length of their hair—the pink one had a short, jaw length cut, the blue longer curls. Truly amazing craftsmanship, so detailed he could almost imagine they were breathing.

The doctor uncorked the bottle and started to pour, speaking as they did so. "Now, Mister Juniper, I must warn you, this wouldn't be your typical role. But we can get into that later—I do appreciate your interest and quick response."

The mermaid decorations looked even more lifelike in the wine, almost-

No. He hadn't imagined it. The pink one flicked her tail as he watched, clear as day.

What the hell.

They handed him a glass—the one with the pink mermaid—and sat back down in their chair, holding the glass with the blue one in their hand and giving it a little swirl. He watched as she flailed, tail flicking against the whirlpool current. The doctor's expression behind the red mirrored sunglasses was imparsable.

His gaze flicked to his own glass, where the pink mermaid had her hands pressed against the side, staring across the gap at her- sister? They had to be related, with how similar they looked. After a few seconds she looked up at him, a clear expression of trepidation on her tiny face.

Surely they don't...

"Aren't you going to drink?" The doctor's eerie voice snapped him out of his thoughts, looking back towards them to see they'd nearly emptied their glass while he was contemplating his own. The blue-tailed mermaid was curled in just a small amount of wine—a pose very similar to when he'd first seen them, actually—, lying limp with her eyes closed as if resigned to her fate.

And as he watched, they drained the last of it, the little blue mermaid included. A swallow made him fight to hold back a shudder, before they smiled at him.

"They squirm so wonderfully on the way down."

And then, as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't just swallowed a tiny person whole and alive, they refilled their glass before gesturing to him.

The implication was clear.

He lifted his glass and drank, trying to ignore the feeling of the little pink mermaid brushing against his lips.

It was good wine, a light, sweet Riesling. He'd expected a fishy aftertaste, but no—either she didn't taste like fish (a thought that disgusted him, to be pondering what an apparently fully aware person tasted like), or it was managing to cover it.

Suddenly far too aware of his own body, he swallowed. Tried not to think about what a tiny form would feel like slipping down his throat with the mouthful of wine.

"Doctor-"

"We can discuss business in time. Please, feel free, enjoy my hospitality, Mister Juniper." They interrupted, leaning back in their chair and swirling their glass of wine.

He didn't miss the shudder that ran through the tiny mermaid's body. Or the surreptitious glance she gave him, dread clear to see on her face.

I'm sorry.

He wasn't sure if the little frightened noise he heard when he tipped the glass back was real or imagined, but it made him feel guilty regardless.

She didn't taste fishy—he hates that he's noticing this, it makes him feel sick—instead savory, a little sweet, with something almost smoky hidden in it. And she fit perfectly in his mouth, curled up and trembling as he carefully kept her away from his teeth.

And then, trying not to cringe, he tilted his head back and swallowed.

And God, the doctor wasn't lying. He could feel her wriggling, little delicate fins feeling almost like feathers as she's dragged down his throat. Fluttery, frantic movements, like nervous butterflies but more solid, more real, slipping down towards his stomach.

He let out a shuddering breath, empty hand pressing against his stomach as he felt the tiny, shimmery mermaid spill out of his throat inside him.

God. I'm so sorry. Just hold on, little one.

"Now, Mister Juniper. About my offer."

[cowgremlin11]

Romeo and Juliet Vikdecai AU

So I'm seriously considering making a full Romeo and Juliet AU. I was having breakfast with my roommate and he helped me fit in a few gaps that were missing crucial characters, which then snowballed to me being bale to complete fitting in the character list.

I'm tempted to turn this into a large fic or (more realistically considering my schedule) a series of small comics. If I turned it into a fic: it would be very long. I'd either have each chapter be each scene, or 5 chapters revolved around each act (longer to write). It'd be true to the original play to the best of my abilities. If I turned it into a comic: It'd be quite scattered and all over the place.

I may do a mix of both? Write the fic and draw complementary scenes to post here. I'm mostly trying to think about my college schedule and everything I have to write for my creative writing courses. (Maybe I could talk to my short fiction prof about this!)

Here's what I have so far:

Missing characters: Zib, Wick, Lacy, Nina, Gracie, Zulie, Virgil, the pig farmers, rest of the band, Church, Kehoe, Ruby.

Not all of these missing characters need to be filled, and there's a few where I have an idea how to incorporate them (namely the band and Zulie, I have an idea that during the Act 1 Scene 5 party they could be there,) and there's a few that aren't relevant enough to truly be needed for this au (the pig farmers, Gracie, Church, Virgil.) In a perfect world I'd have a place for all of these characters and it would work out with no gaps, but this is a Romeo and Juliet Vikdecai AU. It was never meant to fit perfectly because obviously Tracy never wrote these characters with this sort of AU in mind..

Elaboration for why I cast other characters the way I did under the cut (LOTS OF WORDS):

Viktor as Romeo is... a little tricky. Same with Mordecai as Juliet.Obviously, they're not going to be changed fundamentally JUST to fit the au. I have the plan for Viktor to be more of a sad sack than a romantic, hence why Viktor's canon wife has been cast as the girl who rejected Romeo (also he's bisexual.) Viktor starts this AU in such a sad spot, but the hard part comes in when you remember that there is no war trauma. There is no PTSD. This is my biggest hurdle when writing most aus, not even just Vikdecai aus. (You should see the cowboy au!) Now Mordecai, I have a plan. He's very true to the Mordecai we see in canon, just without the Heller family (as they wouldn't exist here.) There's no Rose, no Esther, and no Mama Tzipporah. But when you think about it, that doesn't quite stop Mordecai from being the way he is! He's still this nerdy, rude, analytical twerp that Viktor grows attracted to. I am most excited to work out the party scene. Perhaps Mordecai catches Viktor's eye not because of his beauty, but because he's the 'brought a book to a club' trope. The other's can wait, why the hell is this guy reading at a party.

Atlas and Mitzi are the Montagues, because this idea revolves around Viktor being of the Montague house, but seeing how Mordecai is part of the Capulets in this AU, I felt the need for Atlas to be dead so it's more true to the canon story. It also saves me on writing Atlas, a character we don't know much about personality wise (we can only theorize and speculate.) Rocky as Mercutio WORKS TOO WELL. I know there are some people who would make this au with a RockyxMordecai focus (I hate that ship too much) BUT IT WOULDN'T WORK! ROCKY IS NO ROMEO, ROCKY IS A MERCUTIO. THE QUEEN MAB SPEECH PEOPLE! Freckle as Benvolio is just very funny to me, and very fitting with Rocky as Mercutio. I have ALWAYS read Benvolio as this nervous little guy following around Mercutio, and if I'm remembering this right Benvolio is good in a fight. This just works!!! Balthasar is Romeo's trusted friend, and the one who tells him of Juliet's "death." I didn't know where else to put Ivy, honestly, and this is the closest we'd get to 'Romeo's trusted friend.'

I don't know what to do about Lady Capulet? She's a very important character in the play, as she speaks with Juliet many times, but there is no canon character who would be Asa's wife, and I don't know if Asa even HAS a wife. Perhaps I could put Nina there, but that would be VERY awkward seeing how Rocky and Freckle are part of the other house. I may make an oc for that role? Someone stuck up and stiff to contrast Asa's dad vibes. THAT OR: since Juliet's gender swapped in this I could cut Lady Capulet altogether and have Asa be the one to come talk to Mordecai about the marriage and such. Might just do that... Mrs. Bapka as the nurse is an idea from my roommate that I love too much to not do. She wouldn't speak a word in english, obviously, and that can cause a lot of issues story-wise, but 1. who else would the nurse be, I'm struggling and 2. THE COMEDY OF IT ALL. And also-I like to think Mrs. Bapka does know Mordecai! He goes to visit Viktor and this tiny little grandma comes over without warning and they know each other! And she's a neutral party who could want the best for them both.

Dom as the Prince is purely because who else would go there, and the Prince is a character who keeps the peace. Almost like Dom is trying to keep the peace in St. Louis by putting an end to the criminal bootlegging? I think it's a good fit.

I think Serafine as Count Paris and Nico as Tybalt is the funniest option. I almost had those characters filled in as Wes and Fish (inspired by @melffen 's Beauty and the Beast fic having Wes be Gaston, and Count Paris is trying to marry Juliet, you can see where my thought process was) but then I realized,

Where do the savoys go

That doesn't QUITE fit the personalities I'm going for (works in the BatB au since Serafine's better as the witch! I loved the subtle casting of her as the with more than you'll ever know)

Wes and Fish as the two Capulet's who get into a fight at the start of the play is a much funnier outcome.

The Arbogasts as the clergy characters is too funny for me to not do. Originally I had the idea of Abelard as Friar Laurence, but I was hesitant due to 1. main couple is gay and 2. HELLFIRE, so I swapped him and Bobby when I remembered Friar John exists. Elsa is a good fit for the apothecary, since you know. Nurse. Quackenbush is a backup who's more like a stunt double just in case something goes wrong when writing her character.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk, if you have any ideas ANY AT ALL, please feel free to rb this with said ideas, or just come into my dms if you want to help me with this idea!

[littledrummeraussie]

I like this a lot 🥺

brushing their hair for them and smiling fondly as they just ramble about their day

^ or even drying it when they're too lazy to when they just get out of the shower

Our lovely couple from someone who feels like home came to my mind when I saw these prompts 😊

[general fiction tag] [general masterlist]

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"You should have seen it, it was a damn perfect shot!"

Ashton chuckled as the bathroom door swung open in your trailer, and you no longer talked through the thin gap that you left there while taking a shower. He pushed himself away from the wall, slowly walking after you as you continued rambling about the day's shoot. Since he wasn't with you on set every day you liked telling him about what you've done while shooting, piecing the story together day after day until he could watch it with everyone else at the movies.

"And we were able to do it in just one take, which is really amazing, cau--"

"Cause then they would have had to clean you up and start over, I know," he cupped you cheek in his palm, kissing your lips swiftly. "You still have some red dye in your hair."

"I'm too tired to wash it out," you pouted at him, shrugging a little. "I got most of it, but... yeah."

"Come, sit. Tell me more about this paint fight," Ashton was already settling down on the couch, pulling you between his legs, your back to him.

You picked up the story again while Ash grabbed your discarded towel, taking a few strands of hair between his fingers as he started to softly drying them, trying to get the rest of the paint out of your hair. He asked you every now and then about a particular scene or to elaborate on something that happened while he worked section by section.

"There, I think you're all done," he finally announced, combing his fingers through your hair to give it some volume. "Let's hope it won't stain your pillows."

"My hero," a smile pulled at your lips as you rested your head back on his shoulder, and he leaned over to press his lips against yours again. "Thank you."

"Should we go home? We could grab some take out on the way and have a late night dinner," he was still softly petting your hair, pushing it away from your forehead before kissing you there as well.

"Sounds like a great plan."