#i have a cold and it kinda drained my creativity

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

I'm once again reevaluating my style a bit hehe

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[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

would you be comfortable doing a story inspired by this one by @stratossphere ?

https://www.tumblr.com/stratossphere/708411945383034880/cheater-cheater-pt-3-jk

i love the johnny vs ville dynamic, and it’d be interesting to see how it would play out in a different scenario!! again, only if you’re comfortable xx

Venomous Kisses

Y/N finds the Hollywood life is not for her, and on a trip to Finland she only got roped into because of her movie star boyfriend, she develops a taste for something more…foreign.

Ville Valo X Fem!Y/N, Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Y/N

(Angst, Fluff)

2.8k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, cheating, crude language, sexual tension, flirting, theft, dishonesty

An: Thank you so much for this request!! I’ve recently enrolled in a creative writing course, and I think you can tell the difference in the quality of my writing! I actually received another request that inspired this fic which I included below ;) Anyways, thank you for reading, and please keep requesting!

In his endless intuition, it was as if the gods themselves blessed Ville with the knowledge that Depeche Mode was the optimal soundtrack for traveling Helsinki via cable car. Under the cloak of night, you shared a pair of earbuds- knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder, snow falling delicately outside the chilly windows as you basked in the warmth of the cabin and the romantic vocal stylings of Dave Gahan. Gazing over at the way the streetlights lit up the delicate, alabaster silhouette of his profile, your enchanted mind couldn't help but compare him to a marble sculpture. Ville is beautiful- jaw dropingly, gobsmackingly beautiful, and you were breathing the same air as him. The ability to form words trickled from your mind as if it were the wine you were half-drunk on. You couldn’t help but to think back as to what brought you to this frigid tundra in the first place.

MTV Europe- that’s what it was. Some award show wanted Johnny to present and he felt it was only right to bring you along, what with how you were dating and all that. Your boyfriend was all U.S.A-merican: thick as molasses accent, apple pie golden skin, and this contagious laugh that shot off like a loaded Remmington. Knoxville was strong and young and he was yours. He also didn’t have a HSL card, which is why he caught a taxi back to the hotel with Bam. Lifting it up to catch the light, you squinted at the name printed on the card and Ville whispered self assuredly, “Bam won’t even notice it’s gone…Just leave it on the nightstand.”

According to Bam, this guy was Europe’s answer to Elvis, and here you were, practically sitting on his lap. Nimble, cold fingers brushed against the back of your hand, the same hands that swiped your best friends’ wallet at the bar. With a hiss, the car stopped in front of your hotel and you tried to get one last word in edgewise, “I just, uh…didn’t really expect that kinda thing outta you.” In contrast to your stammering, Ville’s quick wit dripped off his tongue like honey, “Well, it made for a first impression, did it not?” The only clue you received that he was joking was the slight smirk that played on his lips, his dry sense of humor throwing you off a little as you stood up, hurrying off to the other side of the snow blanketed street. Foreign calmness boiled through you as if you’d swallowed drain cleaner and Brillo bits, burning deep in your stomach even after you solemnly waved him off into the night.

Johnny’s body felt whiskey-warm agaisnt your bare skin as you slipped into the empty space next to where he slept. Well, presumably slept, because the moment he felt the bed sag under your weight, the pillow he held his arms around was quickly discarded. A collection of lightly colored earthworm scars dappled his strong forearms, glinting in the light of the lamp as he pulled your body close. He nuzzled against you with a content sigh and smiled against the skin of your neck with those perfect teeth of his. Knoxville murmured, his words heavy with affection, “Mmm…missed’y, pretty girl.”

You were always pretty girl. Sweetheart. Honey. Doll. Endless nicknames to refer to his favorite woman in the world. Turning to gaze over your shoulder, you looked him in those sweet, kinda dead looking eyes and mumbled, “G’night…” Even though you saw each other not even twenty minutes ago back at the bar, he missed you; always so loving and affectionate- especially when he was just a little drunk.

Over complimentary hotel breakfast, you debriefed the previous night’s events. Well, you ate. Hungover, your only confidant gnawed on a dry piece of toast like an unamused farm animal, sitting across from you in his t-shirt and boxers. When you’re Bam Margera, that kind of thing is par for the course, especially when you’re far away from any Americans who would recognize you by your face. “Mmhm. So, you’re tellin’ me-“ raking his fingers through his greasy curls, he half-slurred, still leaning over the table, “Y’were all…cuddled up with Ville- Ville Valo- an’ you didn’t leave with him?” The way he phrased that made you thank god Johnny was still out cold. Pretending to rub the sleep from your eyes, you took a deep sigh of the burnt coffee scent that drifted through the air as you tried to gather yourself. “Of course I didn’t! I couldn’t do that...” With how much he idolized that guy, you knew that if Bam was in your shoes, he would’ve leapt into Ville’s lap with as much consideration for consequence as he gives jumping off of roofs into hotel pools.

You could’ve sworn there was light resentment simmering under his skin, but Bam just shrugged in response, “Fine- y’didn’t fuck. What’re you so worked up about?” The scrambled eggs on your plate were growing cold as you agonized. But you ate them anyway just to give yourself a tactile distraction from what was going on in your head. Even though you and him went way back, there was just something so different in the way you and Bam thought. Through a mouthful of food, you sighed, “It’s the principle of it, man.” Even then you couldn’t place what made you feel that way, but that quiet little moment in the cable car felt so…wrong- like emotional adultery. Quiet and sweet and too perfect.

Bam’s ignorance regarding relationships was only matched by his sheer self-confidence. Shaking his head, he declared, “Fuck the principal.” Dropping his toast, Bam stood up and stretched in front of you, the hem of his shirt riding up to expose the tattoo on his stomach that some chick was probably droolin’ over at the bar last night. The mischievous glint in your friend’s eye, the one that never seemed to leave his face when you were together, faded as he yawned, “You’re overthinkin’ this shit, Y/N- you always take it personal... ” He makes it sound so simple. Probably is for him.

Johnny and Bam decided that day that it was about time they started acting like idiot tourists, and lucky for you, your hotel had an attached sauna! What more stereotypical activity could one partake in while in Finland? Despite the fact they were separated by sex, the three of you crammed into one little wooden room in another instance of privilege afforded by fame (and a negligible amount of peer pressure). The steam made the tension in the room feel even more omnipresent, and it didn’t help that you were only wearing a towel. Correction- you were the only one in that damp, wooden shoebox wearing a towel. The strong arm Knoxville had around your shoulders slid down, his hand resting on your lower back as he flashed those straight, American dental care teeth you would have otherwise thought about running your tongue along. Finding your assumed shyness endearing, he leaned in to softly coo, “Aww, c’mon sweetpea. Nothin’ t’be shy about…” But you wernt all worked up by being naked in front of them- no, maybe that was part of it. Despite the fact Bam was also naked, Johnny didn’t seem threatened, simply keeping up the same sweet, joking dynamic you always had with him.

Speaking of Bam, he had this funny look in his eye as he sat on the wooden bench, elbows on his knees as you poached- like he knew something but refused to let anything slip. Steam hissed in the air as another splash of water hit the hot stones and you giggled nervously, feeling the walls warp in onto you. Knoxville, on the other hand, sat back in his corner of the room like a king on his throne, knees about a mile apart. Confidence radiated off of him. Straightening himself from where he slouched, Bam broke the buzzing, humid tension in the room, “By the way, I hope you don’t mind- I invited Ville t’join us.”

You didn’t have much chance to get a word in edgewise. Minutes later, far too soon, the door swung open and in struts Ville- vampire rock god Ville. In the matter of a day, you went from handshakes and idle conversation in a smoky bar to him sitting across from you, ass naked. And if you thought that made you uncomfortable, the lingering tension from before he arrived mixed with the lasting emotions after last night's escapades, which only served to further complicate things. There he is. Naked. Your eyes desperately clung to every corner of the room as you tried to avoid his gaze and his brilliant, pale flesh. Unbothered, Ville idly chatted it up with Bam, “You know, it’s sort of a natural hangover cure around here- the sauna.” “S’good- I’ve felt like straight dogshit since last night…” Being in there with Ville felt wrong, like you were looking at an angel without its silvery robes on. Quietly, Johnny seemed to notice that your nervousness wasn’t just a response to his peacocking anymore.

Ville wasn’t helping with those gazes that he, and by extension, Bam, were shooting you from across the sauna, laden with emotion. May I reiterate how tiny this room actually is- I'm talking not even three feet across. You were practically on Johnny’s lap, your knees brushing with Bam’s, who’s thighs were up against Ville’s. Safe to say, the scene was kinda sketchy. Every muscle in your body was screaming for you to move, and you couldn’t spend another minute in that room. “Hey, I'm- uh…” Standing up, you clutched the fuzzy fabric of your towel for dear life as you shuffled past, ice sliding down your back as their gazes followed, “I think I'm gonna go cool off. S’little hot in here.” The door slammed as you skittered off, and you could’ve sworn you heard somebody laugh behind you.

The hotel in the heart of Helsinki that MTV got you booked up in was fancy enough that being able to smoke inside was classy, not trashy. Knowing you better than anyone, Johnny decided it would be best not to make any rash assumption and just give you a little space for the moment. While you holled yourself up in the room like a scared animal burrowing into the ground, your boyfriend was sitting in the lobby with Bam, who also didn’t want to be around you but for unrelated reasons. Leaning back on the fancy upholstery, Johnny broke the weird tension between them as he jokingly asked, “So…your friend’s got that hots for my girl?” He wouldn’t doubt it if he did- you were a stunning woman. I mean, he would like that he was ogling you, but it wouldn’t be a surprise. Bam didn’t even look at Knoxville as he took a drag, staring off with hard, stone eyes, “I wouldn’t worry about it.” This weird tension settled in his muscles and he flatly replied, “If he wanted her, Y/N’d long gone.”

On the subject of Ville, while he was long gone, the beautiful bastard had been haunting you since you first laid eyes on him that night. The dilemma you dealt with churned, thickening in your stomach and you rolled the situation around in your mind again and again and again. Through some psychic befriend extra-sensory perception, Johnny somehow felt your frustrated aura before you made any mention of it. Hesitantly reaching out, he knocked at the door, “Hey, sweetheart. Everything alright in here?” Your heart nearly left out of your mouth, but you played it cool. Knoxville came in, tip-towing uncharatictly gingerly around you as he approached you the way you would a scared animal. Eyes filled with understanding, he sat on the opposite edge of the bed, “Y’seemed kinda off earlier...” Guiltily avoiding his gaze, you studied the loose threads on the quilt and shrugged like a disattached teenager, “There was, like- three naked dues in there. Course I was off- it was weird…”

You would never tell him, especially not now, this but you were sick of it: all the Hollywood bullshit. It was fast cars with no direction. You’d been friends with Bam since high school, so you saw the effects fame has on a person firsthand. As if hypnotized by the flashing cameras of the paparazzi, he’d gone from Wawa hoagies and skating at FDR to wading knee deep in money and bitches. The only thing that didn’t change about Bam was his behavior, but still, now he was getting away with it. You didn’t know Johnny before he got famous, but you weren't sure if you wanted to. Oh, but Ville…he seemed so unaffected. Maybe Europeans handle fame more gracefully than Americans. Even though Johnny appeared to be above all that, next to him, Ville was on top of the clouds. But you tried not to read too deep into it and instead play nice with Johnny because you loved him. You wanted to love him.

Bam must have been right about Ville being Europe’s equivalent of Elvis, because you ran into him backstage at the award show that night and caught him with a security detail that would support that assumption. Turning away from some event organizer he was talking to, you could see the little light that glinted in his eye as he brushed away the crowd that surrounded him. He wanted to talk to you. “Y/N. You look…marvelous.” There was something about how genuinely enchanted he seemed by your mere presence that made your words dry up in your throat. Feeling sweat beading on your brow, a shy smile spread across your face, “Oh! Uh, thanks…” Enough professionals were hurrying past to get to wherever they were going that your presence went unnoticed, but still Ville leaned in to whisper, “I've played at this venue before. Perhaps I could show you around…?”

After you gave him that bewildered little nod, he whisked you off with a hand on your back. Weaving through grimy, dimly lit hallways betwixt headset-laden personnel, Ville showed you to this little tucked away room off to one side of the set. Peering in, you gawked at all the velvet furniture and strewn about articles of clothing through air that seemed barely translucent through the dense fog of cigarette smoke that swirled about. Cocking your head to one side, you pondered aloud , “What’s this?” Smirking slyly just out of your field of vision, Ville leaned down, practically looming over you as he replied, “Well that, my dear, is my dressing room.”

It could have been purely platonic, but Johnny didn’t see it that way- not where he was watching you through a forest of shoulders. Gaze cold and steely, Knoxville’s posture stiffened and every quick twitch muscle in his body was burning to push off the brick wall he was leaning against and give that beautiful scandinavian bastard what for. This was a primal sort of jealousy you can't be very proud of. Maybe he was right to suspect something was off…But before Johnny could sweep you off your feet and away from the well manicured claws of that incubus, Bam walked up to him and palmed him a beer.

In the dressing room, Ville’s every movement was artful, delicate as he held his short glass with just the tips of his fingers. His voice was a mere murmur in comparison to the chaos around you as he spoke, “You’re enjoying Helsinki, I presume?” It was then that you noticed something: he never asked you questions; he just looked at you with those permeating eyes that saw through any pretense and said whatever you were thinking. Putting on a chipper look, you replied “Oh, yeah! It’s been fun.” sighing, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with a shake of your head, “It’s just…those two.” Those two, who were currently just outside the door, eavesdropping on your confession with dark compulsion. Ears pressed to the door like eager little kids, Johnny was, to say the least, troubled to hear this from you- more than Bam was, who listened in with this devilish little smile on his face.

Smirking knowingly, Ville raised a delicately arched eyebrow and chuckled with fondness dripping through his words, “Those two really are like children, aren’t they? Tall children…” He put it into words. Reaching into a metal bucket of ice with a slosh, he offered you a bottle of Grolsch de beugel. You accepted the sympathy booze with a sigh, “Some days I just feel like I’m…falling apart with all this shit going on.” It was that line that made Ville’s ears perk up. There was an odd sort of electric, nicotine tinged humidity that buzzed between your bodies as Ville sat back, his leather clad thighs drifting apart as he looked at you with this sort of calm intensity behind his heavy lidded eyes. As you took a shaky sip of your beer, he posed a simple, ambiguous question: “Why not fall apart together?”

[uyuforu]

Oh i almost forgot. If you have many theories about Jk's chart of fs you should also consider opening your own blog about it :) Don't take it personally, but it would be a shame that all of your theories only gets credits on my blog rather than yours :/ Think about it ^

I would've done that but i like to be anonymous and I dont have any problem with your blog getting credits because I'm here just to learn and have fun.This isn't my main focus in life but I'm free for some months because of maternity leave(I'm 7 months in yayyyyy!!)I'm probably the oldest person on this blog too ig because i dont think anyone on this blogs a 92liner.

I came up with something more and this is something i'd REALLY like for you to give your more than two cents on.

So I started this study like a year ago and its about the possible placements your fs can have.i kept doing it for a while and then i thought about how juno,bride,groom,dsc PC's would be much better to guess the fs chart.

By studying his bpc and his NC I have a few guesses about his fs' possible placements/dominants.

1.she IS definitely having strong cancer placements.(no explanation needed)

2.it can also be that she may have strong 4h placements OR can be moon dominant.(if not the 1st guess then this)

3.mars in 10h or cap mars or mars in a cap degree.(guaranteed success)

4.leo placements or degrees or prominent 5h placements.(creativity,childlike,fame,etc)

5.sun in 10h or sun at leo/cap degree.(same as 3 and 4 guess)

6.pluto-venus aspects,Venus/lilith/pluto in 8h/1h.(magnetism,envy,jealousy,obsession,inference,rich spouse)

7.virgo rising or its degrees on asc.(she's blunt and a bit sharp)

8.gemini Venus or venus in Gemini degrees.(this venus sign is compatible with libra venus and he has geminivenusin bpc too also talking about her having venus-pluto aspects this sign kinda suits it)

9.Sun/moon/saturn aspects.(daddy issues)

10.jupiter in 2h,4h or 11h.(rich family background,big communities, finances and luxuries)

11.this one is random but i see her with a leo mc or an Aries mc OR mc in those degrees.the possible risings with these mc's could be cancer,leo,Libra,scorpio.

12.the above 4 rising signs make the most sense to me.when it comes to his fs I imagine someone soft but sharp.she MAY have these rising signs with virgo degrees.

I have more guesses but they're random.

Talking about the age gap thing,my husband has two stelliums of scorpio and virgo with Libra Moon and I'm 7 years younger than him so ig we wont have to worry too much about Jk's age gap choice because i dont think he'll go for someone MORE younger than 5-7 years of age gap.

Uyu your more than two cents juseyo.

Oh by the way i just wanted to tell you that you don't have to post everyday or keep researching on it daily because it takes up alot of time and energy,it is very draining too so take care of yourself and I hope you and your bf's fight has been resolved yet or will be soon.

✌️anon.

Congrats on your pregnancy! I hope it's going very well for you! Yeah Im a 99liner lol! You're not alone, Seokjin's in your team lol!

-> Cancer placement is big to me as it's literally his DSC and the Sun in the BPC! So the spouse will def have cancer placement in her big 6! Otherwise it can't be her lol! And it has to be something that Is very significant in her chart, something you can see on her easily. Like "you give me cancer vibes" stuff like that lol

-> She def has placements in her own chart about success and fame, she literally is destined for that

-> Leo placements are crazy lmao, that's why I always sensed some Leo vibes from JK, now I know why lmao

-> Yep, Leo sun, or sun being in the 10H I agree, it's one of the first factor when it comes to fame or success without using asteroids. North node in Leo can be a thing too, it's also part of it.

-> For the virgo, def on her big six, idk about ascendant because she gives me the vibe of being so beautiful, and I'm not saying virgo asc aren't pretty but asc Virgos have that cold and stoic beauty. They look pretty distant. To me she maybe has that mysterious beauty like scorpio rising, or charming beauty like libra rising. Could also be cancer or pisces rising! Virgo rising can be a thing but it wouldn't be my first guess. but don't mark my words on it, I wasn't very successful at guessing people's asc lmao

-> For the Venus, it would either be an air one (libra, gemini, Aquarius) or it would be something that aspect his sun (either conjunct so virgo Venus, or another one that aspects his sun). Or also libra Venus for the conjunction or another that aspect. JK will def have that sense that she is the one for him, so anything aspecting his Venus or sun will work out. (a good aspect too so conjunct, sextile or trine)

-> For the age gap, I don"t wanna assume things but it doesn't seem like jk will marry that late and I saw some readers say they'll have 10 years of difference of something but in I absolutely don't see it?? On his chart, I saw placements that indicates 1-2 to 5 years of difference max? She is not that young compared to him. She LOOKS very young, but she isn't, this is what I see! The cancer placements are always very tricky lmao! And if people keep saying they'll be together in 2027 (JK's Saturn return, he will be 29) so 19 if ten years of difference???? idk that seems odd to me, I don't sense it. I feel like she'll be working and be in her successful time at the time!

Thank you for your analysis! And sorry for taking so long to reply, it takes me time to concentrate and give proper answers :)

- uyu

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that way «Eddie Roundtree x f!Y/N»

Request/Summary: Anon asked, "Could you do an Eddie Roundtree oneshot based on the song "That Way" by Tate McRae ft Jeremy Zucker with a childhood friend of the band who also lives in California?" AN: Heyy! This is my first time writing a full oneshot/imagine since like 2019 when I was a literal child and in my MHA phase, so it's not the best thing ever... but it'll have to suffice 😙 Anyways, this imagine is MY interpretation of the song. I don't want people telling me to change how I've written my story (the only exception is constructive criticism on grammar, little fiddly bits in the story and ways to expand the plot a bit ❤️) Also Anon, I hope this is okay! I kept the song elements and childhood bsf part so... 😅 ---------------------------------- Word Count: 1.4k ------------------------------------- Warnings: Angst, Mentions of drug use and alcohol use, a bit fluffy, breakdown/kinda a depressive episode, short...hehe. --------------------------------

SFW

You and Eddie Roundtree have been friends forever. So, when he asked you to move with his band 4 months ago, you jumped at the chance. You were unaware, however, of the amount of partying that this would involve. You had always been a ballsy person but even some of the stuff that Graham was doing was a bit out of your comfort zone. 

When you were little, Eddie lived next door, sneaking through bedroom windows to comfort each other during storms and playing your piano, coming up with little songs. You were each other’s first kiss and Eddie took you to prom. Everyone said you two would get married one day. You said ‘no’. He said ‘maybe’. You still do stuff like that together but he’s off with groupies half the time. You hate to think it but, you feel like you are something more than just best friends…

Jealousy has overtaken your creativity lately. Every song you write is about him and you can’t fathom the fact that you might like him more than the unbreakable bond you’ve made over the years. Shit, you might even love him.

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“Hey Y/N! Come join us!”

You look over and see Warren and some other guys smoking something from a bong and you agreed. Anything to get your mind off Eddie dragging that girl to his room.

During the day, he’s the sweetest most loving person you’ll ever meet, but at night… You hate to think what else he does than hook up. It’s like he’s making you run in circles, constantly, you hate it. In fact, it’s almost draining. So, drowning out your sorrows in drugs and alcohol seems like the perfect solution.

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3 hours later and you’re pissed and high wearing a halter neck bralette and flared jeans, wishing that you didn’t exist. That this stupid crush didn’t exist.

That Eddie and you never existed.

So, as you lay there on the couch, listening to the unwanted people still vacating the house, you start to cry. You want to leave but, getting up wasn’t the easiest thing when you’re bawling your eyes out, drunk and high and surrounded by people you don’t even know. But you proceed to someone’s room, that definitely isn’t yours. To your surprise, there aren’t any girls in here anymore. Or a boy. You lay on the double bed in the middle of the room and ponder, still crying. Just wondering whether moving here was the right choice after all.

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You awake, unaware that you fell asleep in the first place. It’s not cold like how it was when you came into the empty room. You turn around to find that Eddie was the reason you didn’t have frostbite. Peeling his arm from your torso, you sit up and regain consciousness before standing up and walking to your room.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You turn to find a sleepy Eddie Roundtree at the end of his bed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“To bed.” You reply, clearly annoyed. Yet, some people just can’t take the hint.

“But you were in bed.”

“My bed dumbass. Besides you probably just fucked some groupie-“ you stopped yourself, but it was too late. Eddie looked at you concerned; you could only tell by the small slither of moonlight coming from the window.

He stood up and approached you slowly taking note of the vulnerable state you put yourself in.

“What are you talking about?”

He cupped your cheeks and his palms felt warm, you felt at home.

“The girl... from earlier... didn’t you-“ He cut you off. Your faces so close together that your lips almost touched. You didn’t like that. You felt like he was taking advantage of you, but oh well, it’s Eddie motherfucking Roundtree we’re talking about here.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Y/N.” He did in fact know what you were talking about. Not only was it horrible but she wasn’t you. And that’s what hurt him the most.

But it hurt you more.

You sigh, pulling his hands away from your face.

“Too high to remember?”

He didn’t answer only looked down in shame.

“Of course.” You scold him as your eyes start to water. You can’t keep them back like you normally would, which means that your heart is officially broken.

You peel away from him and run through the house to the rooftop. You sit on the ledge and cry until you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Y’know, friends don’t look at friends that way.” It’s Karen.

You wipe away your tears and turn to face her, “huh…?”

“I heard everything... are you okay?” You nod, it’s not the most reassuring thing ever, but it works.

“Anyways, what were you saying? About the friend’s thing?”

Karen smiles sadly, “He looks at you the same way Camila looks at Billy, or how Graham looks at me. He loves you, Y/N. And I can tell you love him too.”

You look down, as if ashamed that you love him, that someone knows you love him.

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Eddie paces around his room. He knows he fucked up but there aren’t very many ways he can repair what he had broken. Trust. Comfort. Love. He overthought everything through so heavily that he became dizzy. Getting drunk again as if it might mend the hole in his heart for a little while. It didn’t. He was just drunk and delusional. Eddie put his hands to his head in frustration, making his headache, heartache and longing for your arms around his waist. Like you always would whenever you missed him. You wished you could do that too.

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“Friends don’t look at friends that way.” That was repeating in your head non-stop over the next few days making your mind blurry and incognitive. Locking yourself in your room and staring at the void in your wall for hours on end wasn’t healthy. You knew this, you just didn’t give a shit. Even though everyone was worried you convinced yourself no one cared. That Eddie will never love you. That no one will ever love you. This obviously not true because 4 days after the ‘incident’, Eddie walks into your room. You were crying on the floor, next to a blanket and a box of tissues.

“Hey... We’re all really worried y’know.” He assures. You just lean on his shoulder as he sits down next to you and wraps his arm around your shoulder. It was nice there. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a small wave of happiness.

“I’m sorry.” You choke out. Still crying and overwhelmed.

“For what exactly? I was the one who fucked a bunch of girls and still thought that I deserved the most amazing one of all.” He chuckled. You smiled. Until you didn’t. Raising your head from his shoulder, turning to face him,  your face grew the grimacing emotion of anxiety.

“Do… Do you love me, Eddie?”

“Of course, Y/N. Who wouldn’t lo-“

“No. Do you love me, Eddie Roundtree. I need to know because this is what your games, or whatever the fuck you’re playing me at, has done to me.”  You grasp his hand, solemnly. His face contorts into something you haven’t seen from him before. He’s about to cry.

“Why the fuck would you ever think I didn’t love you as more than friends, Y/N? I have loved you the second I laid eyes on you. The minute you showed me how to play piano. The hour I spent making you a stupid sign to ask you to prom. I just figured you had other people in mind. That we were strictly platonic-“

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for the kiss you have both longed for since you laid eyes on each other. The passionate, painful, loving, gentle kiss you had needed since you knew you loved each other. With no words said, you have told Eddie a million things.

“Karen told me this thing, the night of the party…” Eddie said as the kiss broke. As if on que, you said in unison,

“Friends don’t look at friends that way…”

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[shytastemakerthing]

hello can i have an mha matchup please (romantic)? (if theyre still open)

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: demisexual/demiromantic

Star sign (if that helps-): Leo

Personality type: INFP

Ambivert

I use emoticons a lot as you'll see :>

Favorite colors: Purple and black especially since they work so well together

I'm a huge animal lover and I love cats and dogs. I have one cat and two dogs and they're my children :>

My cat is kinda cold but I love picking him up and cuddling him. I treat him like my child even though he gets silly sometimes :>

I love playing fetch with my dogs too and walking them around and just getting them excited and hyper because they're kinda silly when they get like that :)

Very much a night owl as I hate waking up in the mornings. When I wake up I actually just lay in bed for another 30 minutes before actually getting up. Sometimes it tends to annoy people

I love caffeine and am told that I might have a slight addiction to it. For that reason I commonly get coffee whenever I see a starbucks or some coffee shop. Even then I tend to get drinks quite a bit (not alcoholic as I don't drink) like smoothies or tea and such. Not a huge fan of energy drinks but I do like caffeine so eh.

Personality: I typically go with the flow of things and am laid back for the most part. Although with that being said I do have a rather chaotic side that does come out quite often. Taking any dares and challenges which can tend to get me in trouble at times. When I'm also chaotic I tend to make the most out of pocket jokes and say the most random things that tend to surprise people

I also hyperfixate on the most random things ever. I could see something for a minute and the next thing that you know I'm all over it for the next few days or weeks. They can even last years before i tend to want nothing to do with it. I also tend to be quite drained after a hyperfixation. I am am quite all over the place as a person getting distracted by anything and everything in the entire world if I find it even slightly interesting

I'm a creative person as I write quite a bit about random things and ideas that I come up with. I also do it to blow off steam or just think about things and put them into perspective. I usually do most of my 'philosophical' thinking when I am writing and it can get quite all over the place.

I do have very bad anger issues. If I'm having a bad day I snap at others quite quickly and tend to make rude jokes or comments to them and I regret it badly later on. Also I can kinda be angered easily by others and tend to hold grudges quite often especially if I don't think a situation was resolved properly. Even if the situation doesn't involve me and it involves my friends I'll get involved just to help them out and I tend to get quite defensive and once again say a bunch of horrible shit to the other person.

I've been told that I'm terrifying when I'm angry. I tend to throw things and break things along with shout at others. I also give the silent treatment quite often and don't listen to the other person at all even if I feel as if I'm wrong.

I'm also a sarcastic person. Especially with my friends. But if I feel like they're actually getting uncomfortable with it I'll stop and try and switch it up. My humor also differs depending on the people that I'm with quite often.

When first meeting someone I tend to be very quiet and polite really scared with what they think of me and I try to be as respectful as possible. But as time goes on I'll warm up quite quickly depending on the person and become louder and slightly more out of pocket.

Moral alignment: true neutral

Aesthetic: Dark academia-ish along with some glitch core because i just really like the look of both

Hobbies: I've been playing the violin for about 4 years now and I'm kinda good at it. It takes quite a bit out of me but I love it so much. I'm basically in love with the sound and the technique that comes with it. I also read a lot. I can finish a 400 page book in a day if I really try. But typically it takes me 2-3 day to finish a 400-500 page book. I read quite fast.

I also take a martial art and have been taking it for about 9 months now. I'm not very good and I've been taking a break for a while because of school but I do love doing it and actively participating in it.

As mentioned before I do write as a form of thinking and kind of venting and just considering everything and putting it into perspective. I find it quite relaxing even if I haven't really written anything in a bit. I draw also a few things. Mostly my hyperfixations and even though I'm not that good I am studying the anatomy quite a bit now and trying to start over in terms of knowledge and really learn everything.

Music is honestly my passion in some ways. I love listening to it and I do it all the time. When I work out, study, read, write, I always listen to it. I also average about 20,500 minutes on spotify every year as its one of my favorite things to do.

I commonly binge watch tv and chill too. I can binge watch a whole show in a day. Also if I really like something I'll watch it a shit ton of times and then just analyze the fuck out of it and post my findings online. I just find symbolism and the whole film stuff so interesting. I wanna be a director so if that has anything to do with it :>

ALSO- I'm in love with greek mythology. I find all of the stories so interesting and I find the way they put things such as death, hope, and rage so interesting to study and then see how they compare it to other things. I also study their gods quite often because it shows how they thought of certain things like how they praise Athena but despise Ares.

Back on the topic of tv I watch horror quite a bit and the series' like scream and such. I'm in love with slashers and mysteries because I like trying to find out the killer and putting everyone in a room seeing their motivations and such. I love the analyzation aspect of it which is why its one of my favorite genres. I also am into musicals if they have good music. I've watched Hamilton, the greatest showman, encanto, and a bunch more or which I cannot name right now.

Also I'm learning spanish as of right now and I like to think that I can understand quite a bit of it as of right now. :>

Pet peeves: People who actually can take a hint or can and just don't care or respect it at all. I find it really disrespectful and rude and in general and ignore them for the most part. I also find just stuck up people annoying as even though they act like they're better they're really not. I also don't like it when people chew in my ear and I tend to move away from them. It just triggers something in my brain that makes me want to get away from them

Love language: I love quality time with others and I love giving them gifts just to show that I care for them. I tend to get smaller things for them just so I can get them more stuff :>

As for physical touch I'm not a big fan of it. I'm fine with some hugging and cuddling but I can't handle holding hands for long periods of time, constant hugging and or touching. I like my personal space so there's that. I'm fine with shoulder touching and people grabbing me every now and then though. Just not constantly or for long periods of time.

Appearance: tan skin with dark brown eyes and hair. i wear glasses sometimes but dont usually because theyre not fit properly and i keep trying to get them fir but it never works so ive just given up-. honestly i mostly wear softer clothing such as sweatpants, leggings, or sweaters/sweatshirts. but sometimes i wear jeans and actually style myself although i usually just keep it casual.

Hello and thank you so much for your request as well as your patience while I work on getting all of these requests out at last! I hope that you enjoy your match-up! Have a wonderful day/night!

Request: MHA match-up

I match you with........

Shinso Hitoshi

Chances are the two of your first met when seeing a stray cat out on the streets one night and it honestly just kinda clicked from there

He isn't exactly the most social person or the most approachable, but you know Shinso, and his dedication to become a hero to prove others wring about his quirk

Speaking of his quirk, he was a little taken back the first time you mentioned that you rather liked it and had commented on how useful it could be in certain situations, especially with the vocal modifier

Yes, that is a blush on his face

Yes, he tried to hide it

No, it did not work

He is perfectly alright with you not being a fan of physical touch, he understands that it's not exactly everyone's cup of tea and is perfectly fine and content with just being in the same room as you. Simple quality time is perfect for him, especially when the both of you could be so busy with school, training, and internships

So any bit of time that you two have with one another is fully taken advantage of

Which is often used for watching some of the movies that the both of you happen to be into and share similar interests in

Granted, he has fallen asleep more than once but you understand, the poor boy is completely worn out half of the time with all that he is doing

Shinso would absolutely help you out with martial arts

Given the nature of his quirk and knowing there are chances that it may not work on an enemy as it only works if they respond to him, he has had to learn more offensive tactics hence his training with binding cloth. It's a win-win for the both of you

When it comes to your anger issues, Shinso knows first hand just what to do when it comes to help in that regard without making them worse for you and everyone else who may be involved

It is much appreciated on your end

Just know, that as long as you are with him, he will do everything in his power to help you, keep you safe, and to show you just how loved that you are

Thank you for your request!

[incognitobatty]

Hey man!

Hey, uhh...I'm not actually sick with a cold. The person posting the Sprunki Screenshots is a different protagonist to me, so I'm not actually sick with a cold.

But I did have bad stomach cramps and mood swings that drained my creative mood

So, I'm not sick, only the protagonist of the Sprunki AU

Sorry if i kinda lied, I didn't mean to

Ohhh, sorry. It's okay! Still, don't overwork yourself to make something! I really care about your safety🫂❤️💕

[hazmatazz]

so this is really really really random but i need it for my creative writing activity and idk but i think you would be good for this, feel free to ignore this tho! you can just pretend this ask doesn't exist lol ANYWAYS–

how do you think nancy would react if el hadn't been able to save mike in 01x06? what would she be like afterwards? will she move on quick or would the pain last ages?

sincerely,

a uni student whose classes just started and he's already dying

shit i am SOOO sorry for getting to this late. i hope you asked someone else before now and didn't wait for me. but if you did:

uhm. hmm. well ok, need to preface this first by saying that el or dustin or any of them would Not be at fault for mike's death

when barb died nancy blamed herself along with steve. i think she went so hard with that blame because she can't really blame the demogorgon

at first it was because nobody knew what the hell took barb and then it was because like... it's a creature. like sure you can blame a bear for killing your friend all you want and be PISSED at it but ... it's an animal

but if mike died there's a face to put the blame to: troy. despite being also a child, i would understand if nancy (and others) HATED that kid for the rest of forever

and then another difference between barb's death and mike's hypothetical death is that...yeah they're brother and sister and yeah they may have been closer when they were younger but not when mike could have died

i think that she would more so mourn "what could have been" and "what she should have done" more than mike. i don't want to make her sound cold but like...i don't have a close relationship to my brother at all, despite living in a house with him my whole life. if he had died i think i would mourn what we could have been more than him himself because i don't really.. know him that well

another thing that is different: nancy is surrounded by people who would also be affected by mike's death. like her mom and sister and hell maybe jonathan (i forgot if they were like Close by that episode)

so after all that, conclusion kinda:

i think nancy would be in denial for a while, until they pull mike's body from the lake. i think after that she would be PISSED at troy and low-key, just a bit at first, blame dustin, lucas, and el (which she shouldn't, but she's just so mad).

maybe she blames herself, for not being there for mike. then she thinks about how she could have been better and been closer with mike and, because she's the older siblings and who likely pulled away first, it's worst than if it was vice versa.

when will comes back, if he comes back in this universe, i think nancy would resent jonathan some. how come his brother gets to come back but her's actually died in the lake. but then she may feel guilty about thinking that

i think she would sit at the dinner table and see how sad her mom is and how worried holly seems (and maybe how extra drained ted could be? not sure about him) and it just makes her feel worst

and she's just so much more moody and mean but it's because her best friend and her brother died and it feels like everything was only taken from her because both of the people who died are from her circle

ANYWAYS. don't take my word for any of this i don't do analyses and there are sooo many other people who are probably more correct than me 👍👍 i'd recommend asking anyone else because i like adding possible non-canon pizzazz for angst ❤️❤️❤️

[urstruly-ghst]

Hi, I have an idea/request if you want to do it (this is going to be complicated because in this case the reader is also Yuu), so imagine after the second episode after Cheka leaves and stuff, Leona and MC are left alone and you know how MC is docile, quiet, sweet, and ngl kinda dumb, but they suddenly turned to him very seriously and asked “You know what you should’ve done to win?” and at this point he assumes they’re just going to say something like you should’ve worked for it or played fair, but no they tell him “You should’ve just laid low. If your only problem was Malleus as you claimed you would have no problem just taking him down with your final trick and nobody would even have suspected you and if you are as great as they say they are you would’ve been able to handle the others. Even if you had to eliminate a few people you could’ve used different methods and got creative, so nobody would notice a pattern. Knowing people were onto you or could be onto you and still trusting yourself so much that you didn’t care was utterly foolish” and left

note : oohhh lectured by mc ! this could be interpreted as platonic or not, i chose to be not specific.

leona kingscholar

Leona was never quite the type to be so annoyed by silence, he quite liked the ringing in his ears when the world just quiets down for a moment, but he didn't like the silence he is facing with you. He feels his ears twitch, his tail swishing lazily, as the stare you gave him was burning into his soul. It was as if you tried to imprint the image of you in his core being, but he was quite sure you already have.

You stared hard, the anger boiling in you like a volcano slowly burning through after years of silence. It rumbled your chest as you had felt so much emotions for this incident. You knew you shouldn't be rattled by the incident, but this was not just something you could pass by. For heaven's sake, he overblotted in this day! You never knew what happens next with this lion, but this time, you saw a pattern and that pattern could've been avoided if he knew. Leona stared until he growled, an indication of how he felt uneasy and annoyance towards the overwhelming silence.

"You could've avoided this, you know?", you broke the veil of peace or the veil of ignorance for him, you crossed your arms as you displayed a harsh look of disappointment. Leona was staring at you, perplexed by the sudden sentence, sudden in a sense of how it wasn't a sentence meant to chastise his actions and plans. It was a sentence of disappointment of... not being able to carry his plan in full motion? Leona was muddled in the head, fatigue and anger, and confusion mashed his head to render him speechless, he didn't know how to get a rebuttal for your statement; and that annoyed him.

He always has something to say, be it a tease, a comment, a critique, a complaint, there was always something. Leona wanted to part his lips and release what was left of his overblot's effect, but he felt drained, the clinic bed seemed to engulf him. And the only thing he can see in his vision, is your suffocating stare, a stare so annoyingly horrendous and... annoyingly soothing, the crease in your eyes as your lips are pursed into a thin line, it felt as if it was the only thing to ground him from the thoughts. Your words rung more clearly, as you sighed and parted your lips once more:

"You had so many chances to lay low, you had a legitimate chance to win! A little eliminations with a different pattern-- you had it! Almost had it!", you expressed, as you huff out a breath, obviously trying to restrain the yell that almost slipped past you, "The way you could let your plan work if you lay low, let the dragon be as is, your plan had a good chance, Leona!"

"And what did you do? You lashed out--!"

"If I did, herbivore, if my plan did succeed, what do you gain out of my success? Another chance to raise your morale?'

"An avoided incident like this, injured student, unsolicited therapy. Another avoidance of the whole overblot that Crowley still has no answer to!"

Leona shrunk, as you made a good point, and he pondered over your words, if he did lay low, would his plan carry out the way he planned it to be? Why did his emotions muddle with his plan? Just as he was about to inquire to you, you stood up and let out a big sigh. The way your body slumped showed signs of exhaustion, and he oddly felt guilt for that.

"I'll go now. Recover. And... just.. recover, okay?", with those words, you turned your heel and left him to ponder in the cold and lonely clinic room. His thoughts fought, all the while, showing your disappointed face and harsh words.

[elodium]

As the Poet says, So do I

Steve Rogers + Bucky Barnes + oc, kinda

Summary : An indulgent small work where mc is feeling very down, depressed and dealing with some non-returned love feelings. Stucky are comfort characters so they're there to fill the gap, comfort and love like she needs in a sad, quiet night.

Words: 1204.

Warnings: None.

Definetely is more of a creative outburst that I've had early in the morning about some stuff I'm going thru and writing with two characters that bring me comfort and good feelings, besides I like a lot actually helped a bit to calm down. Wanted to put it out there. No physical drescription tho, if it could comfort someone else. Sorry for any mispronunciation of both the petnames used in this or bad writing, sad brain late in the night doesn't work that good.

As the poet says, he is half of my soul. Here, she is, to me, half of my soul. The sliced part of my entire being that was separated somewhere through my journey here and left in the heavens to wait for her perfect moment. Until the rightful moment I've met her, that half of me was still further away.

Life gained a bit more color as she painted the walls and the floors around me, drew doors and windows for me to see more of the world out there and leave the days of a blind bubble of a world behind. I feel the love nurtured through the years in the drawings I draw, felt the pain that hurting each other can bring to one's soul and mind when I sob into warm and soft blankets that carries more scents than my own, startle myself in the small smile creaking through my umid sullen face at the memories swimming in the tears of the playfulness and jokes that brought a bit more giggles into the world.

She is half of my soul, as one poet would say had they met me in a distant life and could watch in my bare eyes the amount of feelings pooled there and contained from being handed to the very same small, warm hands I love. She is the half of me I can't love properly as I wish I could. The one kind that life took away from me one way or another, as peaceful and caring as it could have be hurting and thrashing me apart. In the end, neither I feel peaceful and soothed when my feet tremble in my steps towards the warmth that I'm desperate in need of, or feel torn apart to my very core since it's a path I'm long used to feel it under my fingers and had the displeasure to feel it before.

In worse scenarios, surely, but are committed to my memory, to remember me of the tears they caused.

They know that, of course they know that half of my soul is not for me to pour my love as plenty as I wished to. In the arms I fit in, one cold and steel and other warm and soft, I let my legs give up to carry me up and pass onwards a plea. I know there's not an ounce of expression in my emotionless face, all the anxiety and sadness fevers inside, pools and bubbles, only to spill hot through my eyes — feel them burn, exhausted after the hours passed, and I close them under the overwhelming tenderness in which two more arms circle me and the one that first cocooned me in his chest. Safely hidden from the molten steel in the blue of that unreachable stare; eyes a tone of blue with just a drop of gray.

"I'm glad you allowed yourself to my, to our care, be smart and let us hold you for just a minute longer, лисичка, my little fox." I drink in the whisper of a Russian that I don't understand, but can conjure and feel the presence of love and care in it.

Of course they know. That's why I let myself lean into the comfort on the Winter Soldier's sensitivity, fresh in ways that no human will ever be after being locked up from his own self for so long, denied of feelings, and so the softness that bares the metal of his hand may as well be softer than any skin of silk could dream to be as it combs my hair. Cold it's soothing, refreshing, and past half an hour the midnight through warm tears, warm microfiber blanket and warm skin from a bath that drowned half of my tears down the drain, it's the cold and gentle hold his arm has in me on his lap that pulls me down to a reality that doesn't gravitates near mine, but offer comforts nonetheless. And there's the warmth my skin absorbs in ways that feels like starving, the comforting warmth of calloused hands of the good man that guides my unsettled breath in each caress of my back; not the perfect soldier.

"I thought I was strong."

"You are." Both are sweet baritones of voices, tones too near to dreams that could lull me to sleep for dozens of hours if whispered near my ears like that in other universes. "You're just human, mo stór, my dearest, in love." It's the soft feeling of a sound, of warm lips of the one former Captain America that has me falling deeper and tighter under the Winter Soldier's fortress of a body, rattled with the desire to let a sob follow the sniffle.

Winter is cold on the outside, but inside its creations, such as homes made of ice, it can warm and rescue the most victims, better than mundane tents can. Cutting myself of defenses around one soldier made by the winter feels like being embraced by a warm fortress of ice, and rescued and loved with devotion by the one behind me. Whose face I don't look upwards to see but know the tones of the greens in the blue of his eyes that I once stared right back in dreams, and the golden aura that comes from him and seeps into my skin starved for that solace, fiery like ones of those of an angel old books would tell tales about, the gentle ones that would protect the uncared, saddened, ones left to wallow within themselves like me and Winter Soldier. The one good man that sits on his ankles and rumbles small melodies that no one remembers names but a poet would choose to transform their words into sounds. Into sounds that grips my heart of feelings of how I just know in my heavy bones that she's half of my soul whom I love deeply, but cannot share that profound love as it really is, cannot find in me the healed and pure form I dreamt I had acquired already.

So, they feed from it for me, save me from the huge weight of having too much sorrow for the myself I don't love yet, and the other oneself I won't be able to love, in their sluggish and soothing kisses across my bare shoulders. Take the amount of love in me for themselves, for they know how pure and how much of it it is and I have no other place to bear it but my own mind, my own mind that conjures them and gladly embrace me between them, inside myself. Just for a moment, just a night where I can't feel any sensation in my skin other than the cracked and dry tears on my face.

One can't deliver their hearts to others that don't exist. Doesn't mean I can't imagine a world where they hold tight to the heart pendant in my neck with interlaced hands, then proceed, with both hands each, to shower me in love and comfort that I, alone in the dark in a room that they don't live in skin and bones, can't find. 

Or have the prospect that I would have it someday.

[tsuki-sennin]

It's a week late, but here's Delicious Party PreCure, Episode 27~! And standing in that delicious limelight today is ya girl Ran-Ran~! Figured I'd do this this morning, to avoid spending like an hour talking about it again lol.

Spoilers, I guess...

-"Holy shit, the entire universe needs to know how badass this lollipop is!"

-What a gal.

-I agree Kome-Kome, Ranchi's very based.

-Oh shit, bubbles!

-...quite the cold open.

-Oh wow, Ran doing mad science.

-Rin, Run!

-...your parents are quite creative. Are they saving Ron and Ren for your next couple of siblings?

-Fox Spotted

-Good job Mem-Mem.

-Glucose based bubble water... is such a thing even possible?

-Wash your hands, lad!

-The first...

-Kome~! Kome~!

-Whoaccha~!

-Whoa hey, Pamu, watch those paws.

-Adorable :)

-Recibeppis

-Amai-kaichou and Koko-neechan are taking this very seriously, huh?

-Fuwafuwa~!

-Aw :(

-Wow, that's

-Quite extreme.

-Ran-Ran Hakase!

-"I am Kome-Kome's very gay and very based father! She's uh... somewhere around here!"

-Mmmmm... soft serve...

-Sounds wonderful right now.

-And just as summer's winding down...

-Ayyy, Supi-kun!

-Seccy too!

-...where's Papa Narshe?

-There he is!

-Bundoru Bundoru!

-She straight up dipped, Yuin!

-Poor lass doesn't wannHa stand out, huh? Guess I can feel that....

-Letting your growth color your perspective and your advice... that's the good shit right there.

-RANCHI WHA

-I can't believe the day has finally come. She turned into a furry.

-Damn though, Rin was right, those seem delightfully fluffy.

-HOLY SHIT SHE'S SO TALL

-KOME

-These glucose bubbles seem like a very fun novelty to play with hjkl

-Oh shit, powered up?

-Motherfucker Zyuohger'd our snacks!

-Spring Pot!

-Alright Toei, what kinda fight do you have for me this morning?

-Frog pot...

-Wow, caught the Sandwich and the Fruit.

-"Food and cheer are interlinked!"

-"Does not compute! I only eat motor oil and microchips!"

-Yum-Yum Drain~!

-Holy crap Supi-kun, what the hell did Narshe put you through?

-Oh shit, cliff hanger.

-Wow, good thing that resolves tonight-ish.

-...so uh... you can wait 12 hours or so, right? I promise I won't let it slip my mind this time!

-Holy shit, that's a big boy!

-Oh shit, Kome-Kome contribution! Hell yeah!

-We gettin' bling next episode too, huh? Nice.

-Anyways, see you tonight, I guess

[tsarisfanfiction]

Stabbed

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Scott, Virgil, Gordon

Proofreading?  What’s proofreading?  This was a ventfic I started a while ago, and as my muse decided today - my one free day to properly write this week! - was the best day to go curl up in a corner and refuse to interact with me because some unwelcome stress appeared, I prodded a little more at this and maybe there’s enough to post.  Maybe.  It’s not a darkfic, but it is kinda whumpy so sorry, Scott.

I have nothing specifically planned for this, so chances are this is just going to remain like this forever more.  Sorry about that.

Scott gasped, staggering one step, two steps forward as something drove into his back.  Something solid, digging in painfully.

In front of him, crumbling away beneath the toes of his boots, was the crevasse he’d just climbed out of, the woman clinging to his back for dear life – uninjured, but shaken and unable to climb out herself.

Whatever it was was still lodged in his back, sending distress signals to his brain, but before Scott could unscramble it enough for a translation, there was a hand on his shoulder.  Steady but firm, heel of the palm dropped down over his shoulder blade.

“Sorry, hun,” the woman purred – was it the same women?  She’d been shaken but this woman wasn’t shaken at all – sounding entirely unapologetic.  “I appreciate the help, but I can’t have you blabbing.”

The pressure on – in – his back lessened abruptly, and the hand on his shoulder pushed.

Scott stumbled, earth gave way, and then he was falling, falling down into the darkness.  Instinct had him reaching for his grapple, but his back screamed at the movement and against his wishes his hands went numb, grazing the equipment but failing to grasp it.

Something went crunch inside his chest as his fall came to an abrupt end.  A rib or few, no doubt, but Scott had broken ribs before; a nuisance but as long as they didn’t poke holes anywhere they shouldn’t they’d be fine.  He was more concerned about his back, and the fact that he hadn’t landed at the bottom, but rather an outcropping of rock that wasn’t big enough for all of him. Already, he could feel blood rushing to his head as it dangled off the end, and the tingly feeling in his fingers that meant the blood flow to his extremities was compromised by the way they, too, were hanging.

Squinting, he could see his legs dangling as well, leaving his torso and abdomen the only thing actually caught by the outcrop.  If he shifted, his centre of balance would tip him off either forwards or backwards, and it was a long way down.

This was a problem. This was a big problem, and his screaming back just emphasised that.  His baldric was trapped between his chest and the outcrop, meaning that he couldn’t reach the comm in that, and his wrist comm…

He tried to twitch his tingling fingers without moving the rest of his arms.  It was not a successful move.  A second attempt was no better, and on his third he felt himself start to slip.

That was a major hint that he should stop moving.  Breathing didn’t help, either, his no doubt broken ribs sending stabs of pain through his chest to compliment the burning back.  He still didn’t know for certain what had happened, but he was starting to get a reluctant inkling.

There were only so many things that hurt specifically like this and Scott was unfortunately no stranger to things stabbing into him, as much as he tried hard not to think about it. He redirected his concern to the fact that whatever it was, it didn’t feel like it was there any more.

Suddenly the weird and uncomfortable position he was dangling in felt like a best case scenario, even if he could do without all the blood also rushing to his head.  But if it was pooling downwards, and the open wound was on the highest point of his body, maybe he wouldn’t bleed out quite so quickly.

He just had to hope one of his brothers realised something was wrong soon – but not so soon they also got attacked.

***

John telling him Scott had gone silent and wasn’t responding to hails had rushed Virgil into the fastest post-rescue clean up he’d ever done.  They weren’t far apart in distance – Scott had made the hop from this rescue to the trapped climber when the call had come in – but if John was worried, then Virgil was definitely worried.

Scott not picking up calls was unusual, especially multiple.  John had given them all enough earfuls about ignoring him that unless they had a really good reason, they always tried to respond immediately – the second eldest was not a brother to cross, and even Scott was wary enough of the consequences to at least agree to open comms.  Then again, open comms worked both ways and meant Scott could check up on them, too.

The added warning that it looked like his suit had taken some damage and he was partway down the crevasse and not moving was really just the icing on the cake.  Gordon had been slightly baleful at the snap to hurry up, until Virgil told him John thought Scott was in trouble, and then the aquanaut had jumped to work at a terrifyingly fast and efficient pace.

There was no room for slothfulness when a brother was in trouble.  Record time saw Thunderbird Two loaded and ready to go, and she roared into the sky at his touch, nose pointed in the direction her sister had headed earlier.

Thunderbird One had made the journey in five minutes.  Thunderbird Two made it in a shade under fifteen, going as fast as she could to minimise how long it took.  It was still twenty minutes since John had made the call, and Scott still wasn’t answering.  Scans and telemetry still put him down the crevasse, and Virgil didn’t bother to land.

Normally he’d keep control of Thunderbird Two and send Gordon down on the cable, but not this time. Not for Scott and the nagging sensation that he was needed.  Gordon didn’t argue when control was passed to him, and Virgil wasted no time in getting down to the module and rigging himself into a harness to be lowered.

It was a fair way down, not because Scott was far into the crevasse but because Thunderbird Two had to stay high so she didn’t dislodge anything with her VTOL.  They had no idea how secure or otherwise their brother’s position was, and if he fell from whatever was keeping him there, it was a very long way to the bottom.  A fatal fall.

Virgil couldn’t take any chances.

The familiar flash of blue uniform was the first thing he noticed.  The muddy crimson spreading across it was the second.

He accelerated his descent.

“Scott?”  His voice was drowned out by the VTOL of his ‘bird above. If Scott heard him, there was no reaction.  “Scott!”

Still nothing, and that red stain taunted him for the agonising seconds it took to draw level with the slumped form and properly get a look at his brother’s condition.

Bad was one way of putting it.  “John, find us a local hospital,” was another.

There was a ragged hole in the back of Scott’s uniform, the epicentre of the blood.  It barely missed the baldric, the margin looking painfully deliberate, but most concerning was the lack of an obvious case. Scott knew better than to take out foreign objects until it was time to be treated, and even if he’d mistakenly thought treatment was about to happen, there was no way he had reached whatever it was to extract it so cleanly.

Virgil felt cold at the implications.  “Gordon, anyone else nearby?”

He didn’t wait for the answer as he secured himself to the rock face with a grapple and yanked an emergency first aid kit out of his own baldric.  Scott hadn’t moved, hadn’t so much as twitched, at his arrival, and with the quantity of blood he’d lost, if he wasn’t unconscious he might as well be.

“Negative, Virgil,” Gordon said, voice steady and threaded with something that sounded like the military had come to the fore.  “How bad is it?”

“Bad.”  Virgil didn’t have the mental capacity to spare on anything more than basic answers.  “I’m secure; put her on autopilot and get a blood transfusion set up in the medbay.”

“F.A.B.”  The line connecting him to his ‘bird wavered slightly at the change in piloting, but the grapple held him in place.  Confident that Thunderbird Two would be ready for them, he wadded gauze and pressed it firmly to the hole in Scott’s back.  There was no response, no indication that Scott was even subconsciously aware of their surroundings, and he strapped it down with medical tape.

A deployed med scanner told him that there were two broken ribs.  Neither had snagged anything vital, but one was too close to Scott’s right lung for Virgil’s comfort.  There was very little he could do about that hanging inside a crevasse, and the priority was to get him to medical treatment as fast as possible.

It was awkward, but Virgil was creative, and securing a harness over his limp ragdoll of a big brother to tie him firmly to the cable suspended from Thunderbird Two was not an option but a necessity.  The gauze was already starting to discolour as the blood kept leaking out of the wound, and Virgil kept a careful eye on it as he triple-checked the line was secure and eased Scott off of the outcrop he was slung over.

The fact that his face was red wasn’t a reassurance; instead, it told him that Scott had been hanging down for long enough for the blood still in his body to pool in places it shouldn’t.  There wasn’t much he could do about it without risking further blood flow out of his body, but as the harness took Scott’s weight and left him suspended next to him, Virgil reached out a hand and carefully tilted his head so it wasn’t hanging down.

Blue eyes stayed lightly closed, no sign of conscious or subconscious recognition at the touch, and Virgil’s fingers trembled.  With his other hand he gripped the belt of Scott’s baldric, before sending up a call for them to be reeled in.  Whether it was John, Gordon or EOS that did so he didn’t know.  Didn’t care, either, because as the red drained from Scott’s face as blood retreated from pooling in his head it left too-white skin in its wake, which was almost worse.

Gordon’s language was colourful as he met them in the module, instantly fetching the hoverstretcher so that Scott could be gently lowered onto it as Virgil freed him from the harness and whisking him to the medbay as he extracted himself from his own straps.

It didn’t take long, but it was long enough for Gordon to have slipped Scott’s glove and bracer off of one arm and sliced the uniform open from wrist to shoulder, exposing the bare skin ready for the transfusion.  No words were exchanged as Virgil took over, Gordon instead relocating to cut away the baldric and the uniform around the hole in his back, exposing the site in its entirely.

Beneath his feet, Thunderbird Two thrummed as Thunderbird Five directed her into movement.  Virgil didn’t look away from his unconscious big brother for a single moment.

“This was a knife.” Gordon broke the silence, his voice icy. Virgil finished hooking Scott up to the blood bag and let it start flowing before looking over.

The aquanaut had removed the hastily plastered gauze, now saturated red, and was wiping away the worst of the blood from around the wound.  It wasn’t free-flowing, but that didn’t reassure Virgil.  After at least twenty minutes, Scott didn’t have much blood left he could afford to lose.  With most of it currently pooled where he was lying on his front, there wasn’t much to continue leaking from his back.

Virgil didn’t question his diagnosis.  When it came to things like that, Gordon knew more than he did.  Instead, he reached for a clotting agent, determined to do everything in his power to lessen the amount of blood still trickling out, while Gordon applied a fresh gauze.

“Mind his ribs,” he warned as his younger brother pressed down firmly.  “Two are broken.”

“Lungs?”

“Intact.”  For now.  Virgil hoped they could keep them that way.

There was little else he could do; a stab wound that deep needed surgery, and Thunderbird Two wasn’t an operating theatre.  Virgil wasn’t a surgeon, either.  “How far out are we, John?”

“Ten minutes,” his brother replied instantly.  “I’ve passed on the results of the scan and they’re ready to take him straight in.”

“F.A.B.”

He didn’t want to let his brother out of his sight – not ever, and certainly not if he’d been stabbed – but Scott needed more treatment than he could give him.  That didn’t make it easier to hand him over, blood bag still attached and a second prepped as the first ran low – and watch unfamiliar people whisk him away.

“Kayo’s on her way,” John told him.  “Thunderbird One is locked down and secure.  EOS is reviewing the security footage now to see what happened.”

“Some sonofagun stabbed him in the back’s what happened,” Gordon snapped.  His fingers were curling and uncurling, never quite making a fist. They were also covered in blood. So were Virgil’s.

“To see who did it,” John clarified, not reacting to Gordon’s waspishness.  “Until we know what we’re dealing with, stay together. And be careful.”

Virgil nodded, his voice somewhere stuck inside his throat, or maybe taken with Scott into the operating theatre.  He should be trying to reassure Gordon, but Gordon had slipped into something less familiar, more sharp edges and dangerous, and Virgil trusted him to handle whatever was going on around them while he ran through everything in his head, double-checking that he’d done everything right, that he hadn’t missed anything in his initial treatment, that there was no mistake he'd made that might cost Scott’s life.

There was a hand on his arm. Amber eyes looked up at him, firm and steely.  “Let’s get washed up,” Gordon said, although it wasn’t a suggestion.  Dimly, Virgil knew it should be the other way around – he should be the one making the decisions – but Gordon oozed confidence and a knowledge that he’d be obeyed, and it felt safer just to follow.  “Then we’ll go inside and wait for news.”

Wait to know if Scott would live.  The words weren’t said, but Virgil heard them all the same.

He nodded numbly and let his younger brother guide him back inside his ‘bird.

[sugas-sweetheart]

Cuddling w/ Shinsō

(I literally just write comforting fluffy things to fill the void that I have lmao. Requests open, only sfw thank you! I already had this ready to post next week and wasn’t going to post this but as today, July 1st, is his birthday I thought why not? also kinda got distracted and it’s a mashup of falling asleep & cuddling)

Can y’all tell that I really want to cuddle with someone?

I just want to cuddle this man and call him Toshi.

as someone who doesn’t take naps, I definitely would if I had a shinsou to cuddle-

Cuddle, games/movies and nap dates. We all know he probably prefers staying indoors so

Cuddling >>>> outdoor activities

Conspiracy theories. I said what I said.

he doesn’t sleep much, so on those nights where you’re just cuddling together and talking until ungodly hours of the morning, conspiracy theories will come up in conversation.

He’s probably a flat earther, and all might is part of the illuminati now.

I don’t see him as a big or little spoon. I feel like he’d want to be as close to you as possible with either his head in your lap or on your chest/stomach.

Arms wrapped loosely around you, and would tighten as he gets sleepier bc clingy toshi™️ would be a very drained shinsou.

You would also put your head on his chest or lap when you’re cuddling into him.

Either way you would be in a position so that you can easily talk giving one another your full attention and give small kisses.

Run your hands through his hair. Think about how soft his hair would be-

“How is your hair so wild yet soft, I don’t understand”

Playing with his hair would calm him when cuddling, so please play with his hair

If you stop playing with his hair he will complain.

“I liked that, don’t stop” and he’d cuddle further into you and it would be so cute

“Sorry, Toshi, thought you were finally sleeping”

As mentioned before, he doesn’t get a lot of sleep, but some days he’ll drift off so easily cuddling you, especially after a rough training day.

Having him fall asleep on you when cuddling would be like when a cat chooses to sleep on their human. You do not move.

Someone will knock quietly and open your door to ask something simple like if you two would like to join the movie night they’re about to have.

You’d shush them because “he’s finally sleeping I won’t disturb him, but you lot have fun”

and you continue to look lovingly at him and untangle his hair softly. And as if he knows you’ve just rejected an offer to spend time with friends he’ll snuggle into you further.

He would 100% have cold hands and if he sees you falling asleep too early into the cuddle session he will put them on your face or back to wake you up.

He’s mean sometimes (its all out of a love, he promises), but you adore that sleep deprived, purple headed man anyway.

Would try and plan dates but if it’s been a long day for either or both of you, you just kinda go “screw it, let me cuddle you, Toshi.”

Tracing shapes into each other’s backs on sleepless nights to try and ease each other into sleep though so c u t e

“Toshi, you’ve been drawing cats for last ten minutes, please choose something else”

“But we both like cats”

“That’s besides the point, be creative”

Then he’ll draw little hearts and stuff, and eventually default to cats again but his touch is so soft.

Happy birthday Hitoshi, one of my favourite boys <3

[anothertimdrakestan]

Sharing Is Caring - Gar Logan x Reader Soulmate AU

Words: 2.3k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hiya I love your writing and it’s cute that you call us angels hehehe! May I request 18 with beast boy in teen titans where a new titan (fem! reader) joins and they finally touch during a battle or something and the sparks go off? based of the AU you did with familiar green!” (18. I think you might be my soulmate)

LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I’m so happy you like the AU and I love BB so this is perfect! Also yes - I do call y’all angels because you’re always making me so happy and fulfilled so thank you for the amazing request angel I hope you like it <3 Also I there’s lots of Teen Titans universes so I went with the Titans from right after Justice League vs. Teen Titans before D.A. goes and rips my heart up haha. Let me have me moment.

“Welcome to the Titans y/h/n!” Kori greeted you, reaching out a hand. You clasped it, feeling her energy radiate but you closed yourself off from pulling her powers. “TT she doesn’t look all that powerful” a short, domino mask clad, child teen starred at you. “Shush Damian let her get settled in then she can show off her talents” Nightwing chided Damian who crossed his arms staring at you. “I think a new team member is sick! Welcome y/h/n!” a green colored boy grinned ear to ear. “Uh hi, is there somewhere I can put my stuff?” you trusted Nightwing, Dick as he had recently told you. 

Martian Manhunter had found you on an away mission. Some form of test subject you were a confusing mash between human dna and white martian, unable to shift on your own, who ever’s experiment you were had weaponized martian dna turning you into a parasite. You realized this during your training, and learned to control the leeching, even discovering a way to share the powers of others without harming them. Eventually on your next birthday you pretended your powers had disappeared. Seeing as only you could now activate your powers your captor rendered you useless, a weapon with no more bullets. At that he gave you to alien traffickers, who had little use for a human girl. Then, working tirelessly on a planet of some random sector the green martian stormed you, sensing the white martian blood. Fast forward through a terrifying fight and explanation, you had been brought to earth and dropped in the hands of Nightwing. He promised you a team and finally, a family. 

“Yeah I’ll take you to your room” Dick smiled, placing a hand on the small of your back - that’s when you realized he was powerless. Human touch was comforting, you didn’t have to suppress the desire to share, or steal human’s abilities, it was refreshing. As the two of you walked through the tower Dick explained about each person on your team while he gave you a tour. You had learned that Raven was quiet but trustworthy, Blue Beetle was uber powerful but kind of a loose cannon - you wondered if you could test your powers on his, next was Robin who was the newest but was cold yet secretly cared, according to Dick at least, then there was Cyborg who came and went, and finally Beast Boy who was apparently the easiest to get along with, even though he was green. It was a lot to take in while also trying to memorize the floor plan of the seemingly never ending tower. Finally you arrived at your room and began setting it up. You didn’t have much as you were new to earth, but you had a few rocks from the planet you were working on and some new furniture and clothing Dick had bought you before you arrived. 

Putting the finishing touches on you room you heard a knock at the door. As you approached it slid open to reveal a cheery green boy. “Hi! Nightwing told me to give you your new suit! It’s totally cool look!” he pushed a suit into your hands with a smile as he continued talking. “It’s like my suit! Super stretchy and stuff because of your powers. What exactly are your powers cuz this suit kinda has it all? Fireproof, waterproof, light weight, maneuverable, but it doesn’t have any cool gadgets like Robin’s so that means you have to have powers!” he rambled on while you took in his appearance. He looked confident and kind, like was happy to be in his own skin regardless of the color, he had light freckles that peppered across his nose and he had the prettiest eyes, they were a delicate light brown with golden flecks, they were mesmerizing; and they were staring right at you.

“Uh hello? Earth to hero?” you flushed as Beast Boy had caught you staring. “Oh sorry thanks this is great! Uh do I have to wear it all the time or?” you still hadn’t quite picked up on the way life was around the tower. “No, not unless you want to! Also y/h/n is cool but some of us, me included have real names too! So as you already know Beast Boy, Garfield. Please to meet you!” He stuck out a hand but retracted it when he realized you had moved back into your room to put away your suit. “Oh okay! I’ve always wanted a real name!” you called from halfway inside your closet. Pausing to think of the perfect name that really represented who you wanted to be on earth you decided. “Y/n” you called out to Garfield who still stood in your doorway. “Cool name! Y/n - I like it! Well, I think you have to get settled in but catch you later for training y/n!” he bounded down the hall, lucky for you he was quick enough he didn’t catch the blush dancing across your face everytime he said “y/n”. 

Your room looked good as you headed towards the kitchen, excited to try whatever real humans ate. “Y/n! I hope you don’t mind but Gar filled us in on your name and it’s pretty cool!” Blue Beetle waved at you from the kitchen. Sitting down at the kitchen island you peered over to see what he was making. “Hungry? Gar and I are eating grilled cheese. I can make you one?” you nodded, fascinated with the way the bread browned on the pan. As he slid you your plate you saw a green dog running towards the kitchen. Terrified you stood up, ready to take on the creature, hoping Blue Beetle wouldn’t mind sharing a little juice. The dog noticed your alarm as it shifted into Garfield. “Woah y/n sorry, you probably don’t really know all about us yet! Dude thanks for the meal Jaime!” Gar slid into a chair a couple seats over and he began digging in. The grilled cheese was delicious, after giving your compliments to the chef the three of you began talking about your lives. You learned a ton about Jaime and Gar, really happy that they were so welcoming. “So what are your guys powers? Besides turning into a dog and all” you smirked at Gar who stuck his tongue out at you. A familiar voice interrupted you, “actually y/h/n I think it’s better of you come see for yourself! Up for a little training?” you turned to see Dick who stood next to Raven and Robin. 

“So to help y/n understand her new team mates lets do a little one on one!” the others looked bored while you couldn’t help but be excited. Jaime and Robin were chosen first. It blew your mind to watch blue colored metal envelop Jaime’s body. Damian was also shockingly talented, you assumed he was powerless like Dick because of the heritage and the fact that his suit had a tool belt as Gar had said. The two danced around the practice area, bantering about the weakness of the other and what not the entire time. Damian soon had Blue Beetle pinned down and even though you knew he could go further, Jaime pulled out of the fight. 

Next was Raven and Nightwing because apparently Dick demanded a “rematch” from last time. Raven’s powers were by far the most amazing. Your jaw dropped as black light seemed to lift any object at her will, including Dick. What you didn’t expect was that the powerless defeated their opponent again. It was so exciting. All that was left was you and Beast Boy. Before you could begin you realized you needed to explain your powers to the team. “Okay wait! I’m gonna need some help for my battle” the others look surprised but Dick nodded, encouraging you to explain. 

“Okay so basically I’m half human half martian. I know it sounds super scary but technically the experiment with my dna was a failure. I control my own powers even though I really have none. As you probably know martians are shape shifters right? They take the form of creatures along with other mind bending powers. What the scientists did with me was basically taking away the creativity and giving me more control. See, I started with the ability to steal the powers of other creatures, like a parasite. I hated the feeling of snatching the life force of other creatures so I essentially taught myself to share. Because of the martian blood I can set up a link between me and another hero where I mirror their power without draining it, like a sharing is caring kinda thing. I was hoping one of you would let me try it?” You finished sheepishly. Dick and Damian shrugged knowing they couldn’t help and Raven was the first to say no. “Y/n I’d be interested in the future but I don’t think I can trust you right now, the power I possess is difficult and confusing and I don’t want us to get hurt” you agreed, after hearing snippets from Gar and Jaime you completely agreed. “Well I’ll let you!” Starfire grinned and you couldn’t help but get excited to show off. 

Taking her hand you established a link, she blinked a couple of times, explaining how it felt like there was an invisible loop between the two of you, but she was completely fine. You could feel her powers radiating heat and energy. After just a few seconds you tested the powers out, throwing blasts of green energy from your hands. “Oh yes you can fly can’t you!” you grinned as you began levitating. The whole team was amazed. “Alright Gar let’s go. But fair warning if I can get a hand on you I might just use some of those shape shifting abilities” you winked. 

The two of you began, using Starfire’s abilities you went on offense, soaring after Beast Boy as he shifted between creatures. Throwing bolts of energy at him you managed to land a hit on him when he was a hawk, he tumbled to the ground but shifted into a cat, landing on all fours. This went on for a few minutes until you saw the opportunity to grab his shoulder and pull some of his energy. Soaring down you kicked him down, pinning him beneath you, reaching for his shoulder. When you touched him, sparks like you’d never felt before erupted. You bounded backwards, quite literally shocked. Beast Boy shifted. back to his normal form, rubbing his shoulder with confusion. 

“I- that’s never happened before. The electricity was - do you have those powers too?” You couldn’t understand what had happened until Damian walked up to you. “TT - Y/n you’re human are you not?” you nodded. Damian turned to stalk over to Garfield, “and so are you Garfield, even though you are quite green” the rest of the titans let out some form of an “oh my god” or “no way” or “only here” and you stood up, still confused. “I don’t get it. Is he a special human that shocks me? That has never happened before why does it make sense to you?!” you stared at the team as their heads all turned to Beast Boy. He got up, closing the distance between the two of you. “Well you probably didn’t learn this on your planet but here, humans have soulmates and when they touched - ” Gar moved his hand to your cheek and the same sparks danced on your skin, you leaned into the touch, the warmth was perfection, something felt right, you looked up at Gar who continued. “when soulmates touch they feel sparks, that’s how you know it’s them and well, I think you might be my soulmate.” he finished. You looked at the others for confirmation. After a couple nods you looked back at Gar.

“But I’m not all human. Shouldn’t I not have a soulmate? I read about it in magazines since I’ve been here but I wrote it off as a human only kinda deal?” Beast Boy shrugged, “hey I’m not all human either, I thought I’d be missing out as well. Fate works in funny ways I guess” you smiled, you had read that soulmates were perfect for each other in every way, coming to Earth seemed scary but knowing you had a forever friend made it seem a lot better.

“I think we can call it quits on practice” Dick started. “The new soulmates probably have a lot of catching up to do, seeing as they’ll kinda be together forever” Damian groaned, saying something about the disgusting idea of soulmates and how he thought he’d probably never have one, Raven quietly agreed. Jaime told the two of you he’d catch up later as he walked off with Dick and Kori. 

Now just the two of you, you reached up to Gar’s face, letting the unfamiliar feeling crackle and pop with electricity. “This is not how I expected my first day to go” you admitted, still trying to wrap your head around the days events. Gar looked at you, his eyes softening, “trust me y/n I did not think today would be like this either. But I did think you were totally cute even before I found out you’re already mine” you laughed, but couldn’t help the butterflies that were now dancing in your stomach. Craving more of the warmth you closed the distance between the two of you, not ready for anything more than a hug just yet, you wrapped your arms around his torso while his tightened around your waist. The books were right, the feeling of your soulmate’s touch was addicting, perfect in every way, you could definitely get used to the idea of feeling this all the time. Pulling away Gar clasped your hand in his and winked at you, “now that you’re my soulmate you can share my powers anytime mamas” you rolled your eyes, but were pretty excited to know what it felt like to take a real cat nap. “I think I might have to take you up on that Greenie” you grinned, resting your head on his shoulder as Gar led you up towards your rooms for some well deserved rest. Finding your soulmate was definitely a great start to your time with the Titans, you couldn’t help but wonder what would be next. 

[cherryblossom-chopper]

Hiiii (・ω・)ノ

If it’s ok I would like to request an matchup.

I’m a very creative person, I love making things like decorations or paintings. I love animals and my favorite animal is the octopus (they are very smart animals).

I am very energetic and love making friends and going out, I was told that I light up the room and I love going to parties or clubs (but if I’m with the right person I love staying home too). I am the type of person that puts other’s needs first and sometimes I get sad when I see that others aren’t as thoughtful as I am. I love giving gifts to my friends and I put a lot of taught in what I’m gonna gift them.

I’m an airhead tho and I loose my things all the time (I’ve lost my ID 2 times and my credit card 3 times). I’m kinda messy too.

Another thing it would be that I have a chronic illness and because of it I get very cold and get joint pain a lot, I get memory loss, some days I get very tired and sometimes I feel depressed (I overthink a lot). It doesn’t help that I forget to take my pills.

As for the partner’s gender I would like he and my zodiac sign is scorpio (I’m a girl btw).

Hope I did this right and thanks a lot <3

Now what I'm about to say makes me have a lot of weird feelings, but oh well, lol

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I ship you with God Usopp.

Two artists in love have me all mushy inside. You're each other's muses. What can I say? It makes me blush. Both of you being artists also helps both of you escape the dreaded artists' block. Little doodles of each other with stupid little hearts all over them can be found all over the Thousand Sunny.

You caught his attention right away. Usopp was drawn into you by your sunshiney attitude and outgoing nature. He wanted to be around you, even if it's outside of Usopp's comfort zone.

He often frets about you and asks you how you're feeling eighty times a day, especially on your bad days. All his worrying makes him a pretty good nursemaid. Need an extra blanket? Got it. Got too cold when you're out and about? Please take his jacket. Are you feeling sleepy or drained? No problem. He wants to catch up on The Real Housewives of Dresserosa anyway. He's got ibuprofen/Advil/pain relief pills that you can take if you need them. Usopp leaves little sticky notes all over for you. They range from "I love you" to "Don't forget about your taxes."

Usopp adores the way you care about others despite your feelings, but it also worries him. Your kindness softens his heart, but Usopp can't help but worry if you're in pain or feeling sick beneath the surface. He's just a very soft and affectionate guy.

Relationship Trope: Friends to Lovers

[codylabs]

My Top 10 Ships

I’m not a very romantic sort of guy, I’m not real forgiving to departures from canon, I get easily annoyed at inconsistencies, and I don’t watch much television and movies, so in order for me to ship something, it has to be a GOOD ship. I default toward rejecting ships, so to impress ME, it must be built on logic, and evidence, it’s gotta be something I can suspend my disbelief far enough to accept. And it’s gotta have story behind it, something deep, some hefty emotional weight; if it doesn’t tickle this man’s cold reptilian heart with strong beats and excellent writing, it goes straight to the trash. I absoLUTELY will not stand for any of these weird little cute, pretty, pandering, trashy crack ships that everybody seems to be clumsily throwing characters into. Most ships are trash ships. They are not good ships.

You think your ship is good? You like your ship?

You ship it?

No you don’t.

Get out of here.

You will listen to me. I will tell you. Look at me. I’m the Captain now.

Here are the 10 good ships.

10. The Rocinante, The Expanse

A resoundingly excellent ship. Unlike most ships you see out there, this thing was actually designed with realistic space combat in mind. It’s got 6 computer-controlled gatling turrets covering every angle, it accelerates in whatever direction it’s pointing, its bridge is right in the center to put as much armor as possible between enemies and crew, overall a much better-designed vehicle than most everything you see about.

That being said, I didn’t have much connection to this ship. Its crew weren’t really interesting, the aesthetic was kinda bleak, and I basically stopped watching after the phazon showed up. And the Rocinante itself has pretty poor redundancy. Enemy bullets can literally just pass through it (as is realistic for a ship this size) so how about multiple main engines huh? Absolutely tragic oversight. And its interior looks too much like an Apple product. How are you supposed to work on it? Where are the wires and pipes??? The handholds?????

9. Ares IV M.A.V., The Martian

Almost more of a symbol than a ship. A symbol of freedom, of escape. A beautiful symbol. This is what Mark Watney spends the whole movie trying to reach, with an entire world backing him up, and an entire world trying to stop him. It’s the goal of the movie, and it just looks so beautiful when he finally reaches it and sees it sitting there in the middle of the desert, ass down, nose up; a tall, proud symbol. This ship has a special significance for me because the author of the original book really did his research on the scientific requirements and details of a Mars Ascent Vehicle, and it was actually inspired by the E.R.V. in another book, ‘A Case For Mars’, which I read when I was younger. “Makes its own methane-oxygen fuel on-site by using nuclear power to break down CO2 in the atmosphere and combining it with stored hydrogen, don’t you know.” I say as I adjust my spectacles and puff my pipe.

The M.A.V. in the movie does have a few issues, such as hallway and rooms running straight up through where the fuel tanks ought to be (instead of a lift/ladder on the exterior) and a rugged, industrial aesthetic that looks too heavy and cumbersome for a ship of its type. (And you’re seriously telling me he couldn’t have used the capsule’s RCS to literally bypass the movie’s entire climax? WHY NOT? The book never mentioned him having to drain the monopropellant!!!) But I’ll let that slide. Great movie.

8. Biggest Boy, The Greatship

(I don’t know the ship name so I had to make up a name. You know what, I think it’s actually just called the Greatship.)

So it’s a starship the size of Jupiter, empty, unmanned, perfectly mysterious, that comes gliding into the galaxy a couple million years into humanity’s future. Where did it come from? Who made it and how? Good questions. It’s powered by matter-antimatter annihilation reactions from within planet-sized internal tanks, and its engines use hydrogen and fusion exhaust as reaction mass, and its hull is made of hyperfiber, a super-strong fictional material with a 4-dimensional lattice structure, able to weather impacts by spreading them out over various dimensions where the impact occurred in a different place.

I hope that after the first few entries, you didn’t get the impression that I am somehow against futuristic, far-out, impossible technologies. Quite the opposite! I love me some hyperdrive and anti-gravity and A.I. and stuff. However! Ships must be well-designed for the technology available, and must take no creative liberties except those explicitly allowed by the difference in the setting. The laws of physics don’t disappear when the magic crystals come out, the magic crystals are merely a different tool to combat them. Engineering will always exist, should start with the tools and work outward, form follows function. Star Wars ships, for instance, are trash because they don’t mount their repulsorlift arrays consistently, they’re not aerodynamic, and their engines aren’t aligned around their center of masses.

So I like the Great Ship. Although the story is pretty far-fetched, and a lot of crazy, out-there scifi events transpire deep in the ship’s depths, the book always strictly kept its own rules in mind, and never broke those rules, no matter how outlandishly crazy things got. Thanks for comprehending something so incomprehensible, Robert Reed. You inspired me miles in my own work.

7. The Ghost, The Sea Wolf

The story may be fiction, but the Ghost was as real as ghosts can be.

Jack London did his research. No, not research, he LIVED this. The Ghost is a seal-hunting schooner much like one that he served aboard during his rollercoaster of a life, and he captured every detail of its operation, of its requirements, of its mechanics, and of the incredible toll it took on the people that lived such a life. The boat is made to feel as oppressive and claustrophobic as a prison, as if it were an extension of the monster that commanded it, directly in contrast to the expansive beauty of the sea around them. My goodness, what a beautiful book. What a moving, interesting, challenging book, with such a story! This book is one of the climaxes of fiction, and one of the inspirations for Shifting Sands, if I remember correctly. I would recommend this book to anybody. Beautiful.

6. Ferbnessa, Phineas and Ferb

Okay, so I hope we can all agree that Vanessa is nothing but bad news. But that being said, Ferb knows exactly the relationship he wants, and by golly, he goes for it. Most male characters would stutter or get nervous or lose confidence around their crush, especially if that crush is about a hundred miles out of their league or if they already had another boyfriend, but Ferb? No. Not my man Ferb. He’s slighly too much of a legend to fall for such childish pitfalls. He doesn’t posture, he doesn’t creep or flirt or try to sabotage the other men in her life, he doesn’t even speak a word, he just maintains his blank expression, cranks his own already-inhuman levels of confidence and competence up through the roof to borderline olympian levels, and continues being himself. These rare moments of Ferbly passion are some of the few open windows we get into the grandiose machinations of his mysterious mind, and he uses it to bring out the best in Vanessa as well. And in the future episode, set years down the line, wouldn’t you know it, they’re a pair.

All joking aside though, this whole ship is basically comedy. It’s a super small part of the show, it’s only in like 5 episodes, it’s a running gag, it’s hilarious. It’s great. And it fits right into the tone and the feel of the show, because P&F’s entire world really is a comedy about going for it and living your dreams. So this is just the best thing ever. It’s been about a decade since then, and I still burst out laughing at how much of a pristine picture of ideal masculinity Ferb is. Become like Ferb, boys, and you will become men.

Legendary.

Eat your heart out, Dipper.

3. Shunk, Voltron

(I don’t know the ship name so I had to make up a name)

Huge props to the voltron team for making a female alien character (even a romantic interest) with NO BOOBS. Do you have ANY idea how sick and tired I am of artists throwing a big ol’ pair of balonkadongs onto lobsters and snakes when almost everything in the real world besides folks and cows have either 0 or 8+ of them? Everything’s gotta be traditionally sexy and recognizably-feminine and GREAT now you just canonized all the porn! Disgusteg

but now look at Shay. She’s a rock person. She’s got silicon-based biology, she probably weighs 500 lbs and bleeds sand. She’s got enormous hands and weird knees and no nose and lumps everywhere, AND YET STILL the show plays all the tropes 100% straight with her being a fair young maiden and a sweet princess. And it works because Hunk is just this great guy who’s exactly as sweet and caring, and he’s not the most attractive of the Paladins either, so he probably lives his life looking past appearances. He doesn’t care that she’s an alien rock, he cares about her as a person, and she obviously worships him right back. Even though Shay is shown in season 1 and then never again until season 7, Hunk still avoids alternative romantic entanglements, citing ‘a rock I know’, and it just adds to his persona as this infinitely loyal teddy bear. I tip my hat to this, the single ship I know that’s 0% sexy and 100% wholesome.

And Hunk is the best Paladin. He’s just the greatest. I revere him. I salute him as he walks past. This man among men. Look at this guy. I don’t even care about any of the other ships in Voltron (I mean, the Castle of Lions is okay, but it’s outriggers are kinda spindly) but Hunk and Shay deserve each other.

4. Wendip, Gravity Falls

So Dipper’s 12/13, and Wendy’s 15. That’s a pretty giant age difference. Maybe you fans have fooled yourselves into thinking it’s not, but it is. She knows it. He knows it. His sister knows it. Your mom knows it. So halfway through the show, when he finally got around to confessing his feelings to her, she told him no. Sure they’re still friends, sure they like each other, and sure they have a lot of chemistry and they still have a movie night every Friday, but at the end of the day, he’s a smelly little midget who has to go back to California at the end of the Summer, and she’s a older girl with approximately zero romantic feelings for him. So the notion that it could work out is pretty obvious to everyone, and especially to him, pretty much hopeless. And he really did handle it all pretty poorly and immaturely too, he objectified her and stalked her and simped up a storm and sabotaged her boyfriend, so perhaps he deserved what he got. Perhaps it’s better this way.

And yet.

And yet Wendy never really got a happy ending in the show. And Dipper never got a conclusive romance either. So after everything, it’s easy to think about it how he thinks about it, by wondering how things could have been, if everything were just so slightly different, if she’d said yes or if they united again. She wishes she could be younger, he wishes he could be older. She’s more dominant, he’s more recessive. She has a lot of serious issues in her life, and could really seriously use a driven, heroic, intelligent friend to help her out, give her purpose, and steer her right. And Lord knows he could use somebody with street smarts and actual muscles to have his back now and again. They complement each other perfectly. They make up for each others’ weaknesses. They’re everything they ever wanted from another, and if you do the math, their children would be actual literal supersoldiers.

Or at least that’s the way a lot of people see it. There’s been immeasurable mountains of fanfiction and fanart from people who are just so sad that in a show full of happy endings and dreams coming true and old regrets being resolved and children growing up, that one ending would never be happy, one dream would never come to pass, one regret would stick with you forever, one child would never grow up. Maybe if you extrapolate out the story they’d end up together? Or maybe they’d find other, better partners? Maybe romance isn’t all that important in the grand scheme of things, and this is the best ending there could have been? Perhaps, perhaps not. But in any case, there’s a lot of very rich storytelling potential for the untold journey before them, and for the paths that could have been.

Stop drawing fetish art of Wendy, you insufferable heathen actual donkeys.

3. Kataang, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Now HERE’S a serious relationship. Not just a romantic ship, (though it is that,) not just some cutesy, funny thing or some ship-war fodder, (though it is cute and funny and did spawn a ship-war,) not just a matter of certainty and destiny, (though it is certain and was destined,) this is a real, TANGIBLE relationship, that these characters built together over a solid year of on-screen adventuring and fighting. They’ve helped each other through trauma, they’ve been there for each other in their darkest moments, they learned martial-arts together, they’ve fought back-to back against grown men, they’ve worked front-to-front sawing through steel girders, they’ve saved each other’s lives, he once ACTUALLY DIED and she brought him BACK. They end up respecting each other, and valuing each other in the intimate way that only true friends do.

And they’re shown working through all their imperfections and mistakes too. Aang sometimes oversteps boundaries and says stupid stuff because he’s a kid, and Katara sometimes scolds him and controls him because she’s motherly and orderly, they get jealous of each other, but none of those things drive them apart, and they deal with them, and they conquer them, and they keep a very legitimate and multi-faceted friendship going, and that’s the key to it all. The fact that this friendship becomes romance is just proof that it was a friendship of quality.

I think people tend to overlook or forget this ship because the last few episodes of the show found them in a pretty dark place, needing to deal with matters of life and death and justice in very different ways, and unlike all their other issues, we don’t really get to see them reconciling these differences before the story ends, which kind of leaves a sour taste between them. And Katara goes on a couple missions with Zuko around the same time, so now half of all people want Zutara, when in actuality, Zutara is a trash ship, which is a true science fact.

2. Serenity, Firefly

Only reason this ship isn’t #1 is because it isn’t constructed using a proper aerospace philosophy; it’s made of bulky machinery and steel beams and chunky plates, it looks more like an ocean vessel from the inside, and is WAY too big for its 6-12 person crew and light cargo capacity. Plus it doesn’t have any room for fuel and its got no wheels on its landing legs and no downward-facing windows and its reactor is just too dang SMOL and its engines are attached too flimsily. This all wouldn’t be too much of an issue if they were going for a far-future aesthetic, but if you’re trying to do something grounded and semi-contemporary, you need to lose some weight girl, I’m sorry.

But by gosh does it make up for it in heart. The entire inside of this ship was mapped out and made on set, with so many homely little decorations and touches to make every room feel like the person who inhabits it, sterile professional blue for the doc’s medbay, warm happy red for Kaylee’s engine room, all-serious-business-but-also-plastic-dinos for Wash’s cockpit... It hit me hard when this baby it crashed in the movie, and it felt almost real when River pretended to mind-meld with it. This ship has more soul in one buffer panel than most shows have in the entire cast, enough to make it seem like its own character, even in a show crowded with charming characters. I love this ship intimately, even if I would have built it differently.

1. Colonial Vessel 46.18′\, Gravity Falls

(I don’t know the ship name so I had to make up a name)

You didn’t think I’d leave out this one, did you? After all the fanfiction I’ve written? This is basically my ship at this point. Anyway, enough about me; the vessel beneath Crash Site Omega really is the quintessential alien ship; its perfectly cliche flying-saucer design taps into all the audience’s pre-existing fanciful notions and imaginings and disbelief-suspension, meanwhile its presentation isn’t cliche or fanciful in the slightest. 

There’s not much to say about it from a technical standpoint, besides personal musings: it would need anti-gravity to stay airborne without thrusters, it would need a FTL drive to cross the distances it did, its drones would need to be made of some kind of semi-liquid to move like they do... But these sort of out-of-the-box, never-before-seen, world-expanding brain-knocks are exactly what makes this ship special. It’s an alien ship, built with technology unknown to people, forged from materials that people don’t possess, and inhabited by beings we will never meet. For all we know, this ship could be perfectly sound from an engineering standpoint, and no engineer in the audience could claim to prove it otherwise, because unlike something like the T.A.R.D.I.S., they never try and fail to explain it away with science buzzwords or canonize its details or show off some fancy glowy reactor. This ancient husk is left as a yawning pit in reason, and that’s beautiful.

Moreover, this ship is an amazingly powerful narrative tool, and a mind-blowing surprise to drop in as a setpiece during the show’s final episodes. This ship embodies everything that made the show’s mysteries special: the evidence presented so early and so consistently, the creativity in creature design, action, and worldbuilding, the yawning depths of unknowable lore, and most of all the burning, unquenched desire to know more... The imprint this ship made in the cliffs over the town has been hanging over the characters’ heads the entire series, and its hull was below their feet from day one, so when they finally revealed it, and explored it, it felt invigorating. Rewarding. This ship, and the glorious feelings and thoughts it represents, have inspired to no end, and haven’t ended yet.

Honorable mentions:

Westley and Buttercup, The Princess Bride

Ooooh man I tell you what, it was really hard trimming this down to 10 for the list, and this one just barely didn’t make the cut, and that mainly because I have a sweet spot for animation and for warrior women, and this sweetness ain’t animated, and this damsel is as distressed as they get. And they don’t have a whole lot of chemistry? I don’t know how to measure that, but I feel like there was a lot of friendship stated that was never shown? Is it sacrilege to say that about True Love? I guess I’ve never exactly had True Love, so what do I know?

The entire plot centers around his devotion to her, and her love for him, and the lengths they go to for one another. He studies fencing and wrestling and wits and tactics for years on a pirate ship as he tried to return to her, and she refused the advances and the offers of an actual prince for as long as she could, even though she thought him dead, and was ready to kill herself when she knew him to be alive and not to be hers. And just such excellent action and characters and humor and story in the entire book surrounding it. Possibly an even better movie, somehow. Happy happy happy happy. They don’t make movies like this no more, why is that? Sad.

Endurance, Interstellar

Actually a pretty realistic design, all considering. They nailed the aesthetic, and the cinematography, and the feel.

It does lose points though, firstly because the shuttlecraft require a booster stage to make it into orbit when leaving Earth, but for the rest of the movie, whenever they’re landing on planets with similar gravity and atmosphere, they can just fly away like it’s no big deal, which is a big inconsistency, both with real life, and more importantly with itself. And how did an under-equipped and struggling space program put this thing in orbit in the first place, anyway? And why don’t their ships land on their asses like proper rockets? And why not tell the crew members the full plan before leaving? See, it’s little things like that, little inconsistencies made for the sake of fitting with story beats and simplifying it for the audience’s sake, that sours this ship for me. I don’t mind creative liberties, but actual plot holes? This thing has a few plot holes, and plot holes are absolutely yucky. So although most of this ship is very yummy, the yucky parts make it all yucky.

Yucky.

Plus its heavy cargo shuttles are about the least-aerodynamic things imaginable, and that’s also yucky, and there’s porcelain tiles in the stasis bay, like what?

Couldashouldawoulda been yummy.

The Hermes, The Martian

This ship. This friggin’ ship.

A beautiful ship. A well-conceived ship. A mathematically sound and engineered ship. It had so many many good ideas behind it. So much math went into calculating its thrust and orbital dynamics for this movie, so much work went into making it fit a contemporary space aesthetic, the panels, the heat sinks, the tanks, so much PRESENTATION I could KISS IT HMWA, but taken as a whole, engineering-wise, the whole ship falls flat on its face, because it just doesn’t fit together. It doesn’t make sense. Look at all those countless modules along its length. What do they do? They don’t do anything! It’s a quarter mile long, and it’s built for only 6 people? It’s meant to carry a lander? Where does the lander dock? Why are the useful airlocks so far off the center of gravity? Why does it have a cockpit? Why is the forward airlock so looooong? Why is the entire ship so loooooong? Why is the ring spinning so slowly? It’s not hard math to figure out how fast it needs to spin! You’re telling me you did ORBITAL DYNAMICS but not the SINGLE physics 101 equation needed to figure out how fast the ring needs to spin??

Btw, let’s talk about that rotating section in the middle! Think about the rotating section! That rotating section means that the front and the back of the ship aren’t actually connected! There’s just a pair of ring-shaped slip-slidey bearings bridging the ship’s middle, slip-slidey bearings that electricity, computer signals, and water and air pipes can’t cross. Why did they design it that way?? In the book the entire ship spun, which makes so much more sense! Why does it have solar panels when it has a reactor canonically capable of 40 times their output? Why are the fuel tanks so small? Why is it always facing prograde even when canonically burning retrograde? Why? WHY? BLRRRRGGGGGRGGGRGGG

In Conclusion, Ships Are Neat