#i love ditto blocks!!!!!!!!!

[empoleon]

dex complete (again) :D

i had so much fun playing thru the indigo disk!! looking forward to the epilogue event too ^_^

[ladyofthelake]

Arthur and Mithian tho they were perfect jfsfjsfdjsa

like can't I live in a world where Gwen/Lancelot were endgame and Arthur/Mithian happened as the romantic subplot

[freedfromthegalactichivemind]

Reasons why Spop is one of the worst fandoms:   The 50,000th person complains about the writing, the last-season characterization and oh, noes, ships becoming canon or near-canon that they do not agree with!!!   Someone comes along to defend some of the writing, express a general chill-ness with the ships, but also a chill-ness with people not being into the ships / happiness with alternate ships, to give their own view on what they saw without condemning the OP, just “hey, I see a little difference here.” - along with one’s own complaints about the series writing, but, you know, just friendly giving of opinion as a fellow fan.   Blocked.  I was apparently immediately blocked.  No discussion, no rebuttal.  I wasn’t attacking anyone, I was just opining.   Then again, this is the fandom of “If you like or defend character X whom I don’t like in any way, you’re a bad person who does bad things and I hate you,” fandom.  Meanwhile, I’ve poked into discussions on the Trigun tag and have seen “Analysis of the complex relationship between the protagonist and antagonist as well their relationship with their adoptive mother” and someone comes along to give their own opinion, a little dissenting, respectful, but just how they see it, and the response is “Oh, I never saw that! This makes so much sense!  I still disagree on this point, but thank you!”     *Points to something I said earlier on this blog about better overall fandoms and how I’m glad I’m gravitating more toward them and out of this one.* 

[dittolicous]

Hello, different anon; I come from the perspective of always seeing the kinky and fetish fic as the canary in the coal mine. I’ve seen the rise and fall of many online platforms, and usually onces the canary dies, it becomes open season on whoever else doesn’t reach the agreed stranded. Which usually results is sweeping bans that hurt allot of folks who aren’t even involved.

I completely understand folks not wanting to engage and interact with that kind of fic or that side of fandom, which is why having tags/filters/blacklist to help manage one’s internet experience is so important.

Content warnings are clearly stated at the start is the most important thing.

Yeah, I can definitely see that perspective too. It's kinda similar to the whole dividing the LGBTQA+ idea, in a way, where a they try to divide us and use in-fighting to weaken us. And then the leopards eat our faces too.

Course thats a huge over-simplication (and again works on good faith that no ones trying to groom or genuinely support IRL taboos). And in defense, proper tagging can be a real issue, with like Tumblr/Twitter being HORRID about showing you things you don't wanna see, and certain topics can intersect in very troubling ways (ex. how do you avoid creating fan content for sibling characters without incest fans projecting on to it, and handling feeling gross that someone saw incest in a thing you made? what if you based it off your own sibling interaction, how would that make you feel? this can leave one not wanting to create for that anymore from squick. but if you make a point of them not interacting with it/creating a dni, you may get mocked or hated on as well, with people doing so anyhow, making a *point* to do so, or what if you interact with incest piece without knowing, and if you find out... how do you feel? art is subjective but you made personal art and the interpretation directly contradicts your point. how do you interact going forward? of course, this can happen anyways for many topics, with varying levels of general ok-ness). There's Dead Dove and sometimes theres just improperly tagged squick/triggers flooding a tag because it's almost considered the 'norm' (I see so much untagged incest in the Batfam tag and I've raged on that in the past). AO3 is getting better, but filtering out things you don't wanna see can still be tricky (I have never found a way to fully filter out highschool aus - its not a squick, I just find them boring XD but things can get tagged so differently! I have the same struggle with ABO, it seems to sneak by all the time).

(I don't use many other sites so I'm not sure how tagging systems work on like... pintrist or tiktok. Is DeviantArt still a thing? And YouTube tagging is useless, you search something and the third video down and on are all like completely irrelevant)

Hence why it's a complicated thing for me. Cuz I can see points from both sides and I don't want my general disgust with certain issues to lead me to make a rash or uniformed decision.

(this is a problem I have in everyday life, sometimes, where I become indecisive because I keep trying to see other points of view, and end up losing MY pov... I spent so much of my childhood be a little brat, I may of overcorrected)

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

looks that kill.

summary: you're a groupie, who has a night of fun with two members of corroded coffin - eddie munson and steve harrington.

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!steve harrington x groupie!fem reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: threesome, oral sex (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, watching in a ceiling mirror, spanking, hair pulling, degradation (slight), ass play (brief), taking photos, mentions of 🍃

a/n: I posted this to my ao3 back in May! reader & characters are 18+.

minors, please do not interact or follow. i will block you.

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“That’s it, baby. Pull my hair again, just like that.”

You looked down at Eddie Munson, the man of every one of your dreams. He was accompanied tonight by his bandmate, Steve Harrington, and you almost had to pinch yourself to assure it was real. You had been following Corroded Coffin around for a year, going to many shows and hanging around backstage, but luck hadn’t been with you then. Other groupies had gotten to them first, and you had to settle on roadies or opening acts. Tonight, however, had been your fortunate night, and you had found yourself in their sights. Conversation turned to kinks, to sex, and a threesome had been proposed by Eddie. You & Steve were immediately on board, and before you knew it, you were being led to Eddie’s hotel room. You were now in his bed, everyone’s clothes scattered around the room, and the smell of pot and cigarettes was blanketing the air. He had a mirrored ceiling above his bed, and you watched everything in it from time to time. You preferred seeing them directly, and what a sight that had been.

“She’s so wet,” Steve said, his bass-calloused fingers caressing your thigh while Eddie’s own fucked you ruthlessly. The sounds of his fingers, and of him licking your clit, were driving you wild with pleasure. “I’ve never seen a prettier, wetter pussy. Have you?”

“Never,” Eddie breathed, groaning as he placed his mouth over your clit and flicked his tongue. “Shit, I’ve never seen a hotter slut, period.”

“Neither have I,” Steve said, pulling Eddie in for a sloppy kiss as you watched them. Eddie’s fingers moved more swiftly, curling around your sweet spot as you gasped sharply. Your grip tightened in their hair, and Steve drew back from the kiss with a smirk. He and Eddie exchanged a glance, with Steve slapping your thigh. You mewled, and Steve smirked again. “Aw, listen to that. She loves it.”

“Of course she does,” Eddie said, lapping at your clit a bit harder. “She’s a depraved little whore. I don’t think she has a single turn off.”

“I don’t,” you said, bucking against their touch. “I want you both of you to fuck me. I want one of you in my ass and the other in my pussy.”

“How about one of us in your throat and the other in your pussy for now?” Eddie suggested. “I really want to see those pretty lips wrapped around a dick.”

“Can I suck Steve off?” you asked. “I really want you to fuck me, Eddie.”

“Then let’s do it,” Eddie said, standing as you groaned impatiently. “None of that, baby. I want you to cum around my dick, not on my face yet.”

“You’re a dream come true,” you said, Eddie coaxing your head to the end of the bed as Steve stood there. “Both of you.”

“Ditto,” Eddie answered, climbing on top of you as he held your mouth open by his thumb. “Keep that mouth open, baby. I also want you to watch, as best as you can, in the mirror. I want to see us both fucking ruining you.”

You tried to speak, so Eddie moved his finger to allow it. “Do you promise? I want this to be memorable.”

Steve slapped your cheek with his cock, causing Eddie to giggle as he held your mouth open again. “Believe me, it fucking will be.”

Steve took that as his cue. He kept your jaw hinged open as he entered your mouth, his own moans joining Eddie’s as he entered you as well. He began pounding your cunt, your filthy moans muffled by Steve’s cock down your throat. He pushed deeper and you choked, causing Eddie to chuckle and wrap his ringed hand around your throat. Eddie could feel the bulge of Steve’s cock, and he squeezed to get a reaction. Both you and Steve mewled, his lashes fluttering as Steve grabbed a fistful of your hair to push impossibly deeper.

“Christ, what a sight this is,” Eddie said, grabbing your jaw next. “Look up, sweetheart. Look in the mirror to see what’s being done to you. Look at yourself taking both of us, like a good fucking girl.”

You did, and instantly saw that he was right. The sight of being fucked like that, from that particular angle, was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. You began touching yourself, and you fully expected one or both of them to slap your hand away. They didn’t; they continued what they were doing, Eddie’s hair in your face as he eclipsed the mirror. He kissed your neck, what he could of your breasts, your jaw, your shoulders. Steve was still holding your hair, shoving in and out at Eddie’s pace. You knew you’d be sore, and not just from their rhythm and speed. Both men were huge, Steve surprisingly moreso, and you knew there was no getting out of this without being unable to walk or talk for a few days. But you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“She’s so tight, Steve,” Eddie said, throwing your legs over his waist for a deeper angle. “How’s her mouth?”

“Incredible,” Steve panted. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, dude.”

“Shoot your load in her mouth,” Eddie demanded. “If that’s okay with you two.”

You nodded as best as you could, as did Steve. He twitched once in your mouth, then twice, and you knew it was almost over for him. You hollowed your cheeks, reaching up to jerk him off every time his cock came out. Your other hand clung to Eddie, clawing his back each time he slammed into your sweet spot. He watched both of you, occasionally licking Steve’s shaft when it reappeared. That was it for Steve, and he filled your mouth with cum and the air with moans of your name. You mewled hotly as his taste flooded your tongue, Eddie moving his head so that you could see in the mirror again. The sight, plus Steve’s taste, triggered your own orgasm, and you rubbed your clit even harder at the sight of it. Both men watched ravenously, Steve pulling out so that they could hear your moans properly. You didn’t disappoint them, and they gave you a moment before Eddie pulled out and yanked you up.

“Did you swallow his cum?” Eddie asked.

“Not all of it,” you said.

“Open up,” Eddie instructed. “I want to see what’s left.”

You did so, and Steve & Eddie groaned as they saw. “Damn, I wish we had a camera,” Steve said.

“We do, remember?” Eddie said, grinning as he got up to retrieve a Polaroid camera. “It’s for shows, but I think we can make some exceptions for her.”

Eddie snapped a photo of your cum-coated tongue, then another of your breasts & pussy upon your consent. “Shit, that’s gonna be good material to beat off to.”

“I agree,” Steve replied. “It’s gonna be so much better than any magazine.”

“You’re telling me,” Eddie said. “So will the one where she rides my dick.”

“You’re a lucky bastard,” Steve said, watching as Eddie pulled you onto his lap. He laid back on the bed, smiling as you straddled him. “She’s so damn hot.”

“She’s the hottest groupie we’ve ever fucked,” Eddie said, eyeing you lustfully as you rubbed your pussy against his cock. “Don’t tease me, y/n. That’s a dangerous game you’re playing there.”

“I wish we could keep her,” Steve said, his hands slowly running up your sides. “I’d love to fuck her every night after a show.”

“Maybe we could,” Eddie considered, biting his lip as you sunk onto his cock. “Fuck, I still can’t get over how goddamn good she feels.”

“I wanna feel her, too,” Steve said, kissing your neck from behind as he cupped your breasts. “So badly.”

“You can later,” Eddie replied, watching as you began bouncing on his cock. He looked up at the ceiling mirror, groaning as he did so. “Both of you, look up.”

You and Steve did so simultaneously, seeing everything from a new angle. You weren’t watching for long, however, as Eddie gave a sharp thrust from below. You met his eyes in the mirror first, then again when you looked down at him. He was angelic, with his curly dark hair spread over his pillow, his cheeks flushed, his full lips parted. Steve was kissing your neck and shoulders, while you worked on setting a steady rhythm with your hips. You braced yourself on Eddie’s chest, nails digging in as his cock fucked against your sweet spot.

“Move your hands away from her tits, Steve,” Eddie demanded. “Wanna see them properly.”

Steve did so, reaching down with one hand to play with your clit. He sucked a dark hickey on your neck, right where your shoulder connected. Eddie gazed into the mirror every time you sped up, then would eye you from head toe, before meeting your eyes. Each time you clenched around him, his eyes would roll back and his grip on you would tighten. He watched your breasts as Steve continued touching you, his fingers occasionally tweaking your nipples before Eddie swatted his hand away to do it himself. He moaned when he groped your tits, your nipples hardening further under his touch as you bounced even harder.

“Such a sexy whore,” Eddie remarked, slapping your hip as Steve rubbed your clit quickly. “Are you going to cum again? With me this time?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, scratching down his chest as hard as possible while he twitched inside of you. “Please…I can’t wait for you to cum inside of me.”

“I will,” he said, squeezing your breasts as he watched you. “Do it with me, baby.”

Steve held your throat in one hand, squeezing slightly as his other hand still worked your clit. He choked you a little harder, and that, along with riding Eddie, did you in. As soon as you came, Eddie did as well, filling you up with a groan of your name. Steve was getting hard again; you could feel him against your ass. You rocked backward, delighting in the mewl that slipped into your ear. His breathing also quickened, and you chuckled as you tried to get off Eddie’s cock to kiss Steve. Eddie had other plans, however, and he held you in place upon consent, before turning you onto your back while still inside of you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but he was still rock hard, and the new angle caused you to cry out in ecstasy as he began thrusting. Steve lay next to you, one hand wrapping around his semi-hard cock as he watched.

“I’m not finished with you, baby,” Eddie said, grinning. “In fact, we’re only getting started.”

“Shit,” Steve groaned, stroking his cock. “Do you want some pictures of this?”

“You bet I do,” Eddie said. “Be a good boy and take some, will you?”

“Please do it,” you begged. “And Eddie, please don’t stop fucking me.”

Steve grabbed the camera, and began snapping away. He lay down again after a few minutes, watching it in the ceiling as he jerked off. Eddie was sucking your tits, his fingers rubbing your overstimulated clit as you whined and squirmed. Eddie was sweating, his hair damp with it, the smells of that and sex nearly overpowering that of weed & cigarettes. He pulled out, throwing you onto your stomach and giving your ass a hard slap. He pulled your head up as Steve took another photo, before he set it aside to move closer to you.

“Can I please fuck her now?” Steve asked. “I’ve waited so long already, dude; I don’t think I can any more.”

“Alright,” Eddie said. “As long as y/n is okay with it.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please. I wanna feel his big dick inside of me.”

They switched positions, while Eddie went to retrieve something. Steve began fucking you hard, while Eddie dug around for what he was looking for. He came back with condoms and a bottle of lube after a short time, chuckling when he saw your confusion. He squirted some lube onto his fingers before coaxing Steve off of you, giving him a light swat at his impatience. Eddie pressed his slick fingers to your hole before circling them, pressing one inside of you with a mewl. You moaned as well, clawing at the sheets as Eddie pushed in to the final knuckle. Steve reached for the camera again, but Eddie stopped him.

“Go put that on a tripod,” he instructed. “While you’re at it, get the camcorder and a blank tape, too.”

You moaned at that. “We’re going to make a sex tape?”

“If that’s what you want,” Eddie said as Steve grabbed the items.

“Fuck yes,” you said. “I wanna see both of you fucking me like that.”

“You’ll get that, and more,” Eddie said, adding a second finger as Steve sat everything up. “The night is young, remember?”

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[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt.4

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit smiley-ass barista.

contents: slow burn, no use of y/n, fluffmania, implied age gap, suggestive, forced proximity

author's note: Hi lovies, :( this part is coming to you very late >.< ! The semester is ending soon and I'm an academic weapon so I've been writing papers and studying, here's the fourth chapter for y'all :) ! I suggest you read this chapter while listening to "Strangers In The Night" by Frank Sinatra on repeat it sets the perfect tone for this chapter, enjoy...

word count: 1.6k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

You both looked down at your phones in disbelief. Your thoughts raced like a thousand wild stallions, galloping through your mind at breakneck speed What do we do? Will he have to stay over? How will he react when I tell him I have one bed? He couldn't fit on the couch to save his life. You thought to yourself trying to figure out what could be done.

"So a whole day here?" Miguel asked as the shock slowly dissipated from his face.

"Yeah, well I better lock up and turn the heaters on," you said as you got up the locked the doors.

"So uh, I live upstairs," you said awkwardly.

"Okay, I live several blocks down," He joked eliciting a chuckle from you as laughter danced lightly upon Miguel's chest.

"You know what I mean, I'm inviting you into my apartment," you said pointing at the stairs as a flush crept onto your cheeks.

"I'm just pulling your leg chula," he chuckled. You both walked up the stairs to your apartment. A melange of peppermint, gingerbread, and vanilla, like Santa's North Pole workshop in an aromatic form.

The fireplace crackled merrily, festive blankets were strewn across the couch, and a tray of gingerbread cookies patiently awaited their turn in the oven. Your apartment was the epitome of Holiday cheer and warmth. The exact opposite of Miguel's place. Which was currently dark cold and empty. Not a trace of color other than the black and dark blue that his interior designer had insisted on. But was the point of a home that didn't feel like anyone was living in it? Your house was all color. Your house had memories scattered over the wall just like in the shop. Your house had lights all around, messy blankets and pillows, dishes in the sink, and baked goods sprinkled all over the dining table.

"So sorry it's a little messy," you murmured timidly.

"That's fine, it's nice," he mumbled.

You both looked at each other awkwardly before turning away. "So, I only have one bed, and there's no way you're fitting on the couch so, I could take the couch," you thought aloud.

"Well I'm not going to make you sleep on your couch," he said.

"I'm fine with sharing the bed, as long as you don't make it weird," you said.

"Well you just made it weird by thinking that I was gonna make it weird," he quipped.

"Well, well, ditto," you rebutted.

"Ditto? Double ditto," he chuckled.

"Double double ditto times a million trillion gazillion," you giggled.

You both burst into a fit of laughter. You both agreed to take turns in the shower. You lent him your brother's old clothes that he had left the last time he visited. That was how Miguel ended up sitting on your couch with a generic pair of black and red plaid pj pants. With the ugliest ugly sweater on. You plopped down next to him, straight out of the shower.

Your hair smelled like fresh candy canes. He could smell it every time it would whip around when you cracked your neck. Your skin smelled faintly like sweet gingerbread and vallina. You had an interesting selection of Christmas-themed self-care. What's the use of 'sugar cookie' lip balm? I kind of want to taste it..., ew Miguel, he thought to himself.

"So since you have to spend all night and a whole day with me, you have to understand why I love Christmas so much. We're going to watch only the best holiday movie series ever, 'A Christmas Prince,'" you said excitedly as you got up and got some holiday treats and put them on the coffee table.

"This better not be some sappy romance," he groaned.

"Oh hunny, it's all the sap, all drama, and all stupidity and miscommunication. But that's what makes them so good," you explained.

Although Miguel was sure he would hate the movie, he was more invested in it than you were. Every time you would try to talk he would shush you, "I need to see what happens next," he would whisper as he strangled you squish mellow from anticipation.

You started messing with him by talking during the movie which got him so frustrated he threw a pillow at your face playfully. But you had taken this as a declaration of battle and started a pillow fight. It was full-on warfare and giggles all around. You could tell Miguel was holding back all of his strength because he could probably actually hurt you.

You pounced on Miguel, knocking him backward onto the couch. Pillows flew in the air around you as you both tumbled, your laughter turning into shared, breathless excitement.

You found yourself on top of him, faces inches apart, heartbeats racing. Your warm breaths hit each other's face, and you both lay there, staring into each other's eyes.

Miguel's playful smile slowly softened into something deeper, something more intimate. His eyes locked with yours, and for a moment, the world outside the room ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, lost in that brief moment of connection.

Your breath caught as the intensity of the moment enveloped you. You felt a magnetic pull towards Miguel, an unspoken attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, and as your eyes locked, they shared a moment of understanding, a silent promise of what could be.

But just as quickly as it had come, the moment was broken by the sound of the timer on the oven going off, signifying to the two of you that the gingerbread was ready. The laughter returned, but now it held an extra layer of tension, a newfound awareness of the connection you had just shared.

You both get up, brush yourselves off, and head to the kitchen to take the baked goods out. "Why bake more when you have a million variants of baked goods everywhere?" Miguel inquired as he helped you put the slabs of gingerbread into your fridge to cool.

"I have to test and create the entire seasonal menu before I serve it," you explain.

"That sounds tiring..." he starts.

"No! It's actually really fun! Here try this red velvet cake," she said excitedly. Miguel was waiting for another opportunity to have your baking without having to outright ask you for some, and you knew that.

He took a bite and to no one's surprise, he loved it. But he wouldn't tell you that and tried not to let it show either. The rest of the night went on without a hitch until you were both exhausted. You took a look at the clock, [2:23 am]. Your eyelids felt heavier, and you could see Miguel start to blink for a little too long while trying to watch the third Christmas Prince movie. You used all the energy left in your body to get up. "C'mon big guy, we should get to bed," you said tapping his shoulder. All you got from him was a small smirk and picked up a pillow and whipped it at his face.

"You nasty!" you started before stopping and stomping into your room. Miguel followed you into your room chuckling lowly.

The moon cast a soft glow through the bedroom window, painting the room in muted silver hues as you and Miguel settled into bed. There was an unspoken tension between you two, a tangible distance that lingered in the cool air. The bed, once a refuge for dreams, now seemed an expanse to navigate cautiously. As the night unfolded, lost in the realm of dreams, you began to shiver subtly. Miguel noticed your discomfort, remembering you telling him that you were always cold.

With hesitancy, he inched closer, the space between you shrinking with each careful movement. The distance that had felt overwhelming moments ago now seemed trivial, as if the gravitational pull of shared warmth was irresistible. Miguel's arms encircled your body, a gentle cradle against the night's chill. His body heat became a lifeline, a silent promise to ward off the cold. Nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck, he couldn't help but marvel at the vulnerability of sleep and the unspoken connection that drew them closer.

You, amid a dream, sighed with the blissful surrender of someone finding solace. As Miguel held you close, your shivers ceased, replaced by a quiet tranquility. The once-distinct boundary between them dissolved into the shared warmth of the moment. In the hushed stillness, you emitted a soft, contented snore, a sound that resonated with an endearing charm. Miguel couldn't help but smile, finding the delicate symphony of her sleep both heartwarming and irresistibly cute.

Cuddling in bed wasn’t a part of the plan but you weren’t complaining. Your sweet scent invaded Miguel's senses. You smelled just as good as the cookies you had baked. Your skin was as soft as the velvety stockings you had hanging over your fireplace. He could stay like this forever. He never made wishes but he hoped and prayed that Medusa would come to him and turn him to stone so that he would never be able to let you go. He let fatigue carry him to dreamland, your snores acting as a fleeting melody in the silent serenade of the night.

Next... Pt.5

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[plubbo]

The Bad Batch Flower Field Scenarios!!

it's my bday week and i felt like writing smth cute soo

You and the Batch take a trip to a peaceful planet with vast, blooming fields! All scenarios are romantic except Omega’s!

pairings: the batch x fem!reader (i mean it could be gender neutral if u squint?)

warnings: none, just fluff :)

Hunter

You walked far out into the tall grasses, sticking your hand out slightly to the side to feel them brush against your fingers as the wind pushed them to and fro. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the sounds of the quiet rustling of vegetation and the calming chirps of birds.

A clearing of the throat came from behind you. It broke your moment of enjoyment, but when you turned around to see who it was, you didn’t mind at all.

Hunter stood tall with his hands behind his back. He wore a sort of stunned look on his face as he stared at you, and his hair had been slightly tousled from the wind, but you couldn’t have imagined him looking any better.

“Hello, dear,” you said softly, your voice almost a whisper.

He gulped, you could see his throat bob up and down slightly.

“...I picked these out for you,” he murmured before moving his hands from behind his back to show a bundle of delicate, yellow wildflowers. “These ones smelled the best, so–”

You interrupted him by placing your hands gently on either side of his face. You pulled him in for a tender kiss, and smiled so widely your cheeks started to ache. His gesture left you speechless, and you found that this was the only way to express how you felt in the moment.

“You’re welcome,” he managed to say, smiling back at you.

You took the bundle of flowers into your hands and brought them close to smell them. He was right, these flowers’ pleasant fragrance filled your sinuses, and you let out a happy sigh.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“Ditto,” he chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist to give you a peck to the forehead.

(please someone tell me u got the reference😭)

Crosshair

Crosshair stood on the steps of the Marauder with a toothpick in between his lips as he watched you dance and twirl through the grass and flowers. He couldn’t help but let out a little huff of amusement; your giggles were contagious.

You, on the other hand, didn’t even notice he stood there watching you. You were too busy spinning around and laughing at nothing. The opportunity to frolic in a beautiful and vast field such as this didn’t come around too often. You had to take advantage of it.

You finally stopped and simply collapsed onto the grass. You stared up at the fluffy clouds in the sky, grateful that they blocked the sun from blinding you.

Crosshair, after seeing you fall down, became worried that you might have passed out for some reason. He approached you and let out a quiet sigh when he saw that you were, in fact, not passed out.

“Oh! Crosshair! Lay down with me!” You pat the ground next to you, gesturing that you wanted him to be there with you.

His eyes shifted to his surroundings, then to you. He sat down beside you and he seemed sort of.. uneasy.

“Something wrong, hon?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. But that’s exactly what’s wrong,” he muttered.

You turned to lay on your side and propped your head up on your palm.

“Something has to go wrong,” he continued, almost sinisterly. “I can feel it. It’s too peaceful here. Something will go terribly wro–”

“Shh! Something bad will happen if you keep thinking about it,” you interrupted him. You could kind of see where he was coming from, but it saddened you a little to know that he felt like that.

You took his hand in yours, giving it a little squeeze. You placed your other hand on his chest, very gently pushing him down to lay against the grass. “Just relax.. Breathe… Enjoy this moment while you can,” you said calmly, hoping that you could ease his worries. “We’re gonna be okay.”

He smiled weakly up at you and nodded his head. He closed his eyes and you could see his tense muscles relax gradually.

You wrapped your arm around him and rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes as well. You both stayed like that for a long while, bathing in the warmth of each other and the feeling of safety. 

Tech

You wandered out of the ship with your fingers intertwined with Tech’s. You looked over to him and, much to your surprise, his face hadn’t been buried in his datapad. Still, you noticed it hung from his utility belt.

During your trek, he would occasionally point out a bug he saw and explain the many aspects of it to you. You always found his little ramblings to be quite endearing, even if the topics he spoke of didn’t always engage you fully.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. Your steps came to a stop as well and you turned to look at him curiously.

“Look,” he murmured, pointing the index finger of his free hand at a flower with a dainty, yet magnificent butterfly. Its wings were a vibrant black and yellow, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet “Ooh” despite having a small distaste for bugs and insects.

“That is papilio zelicaon, or more commonly known as an anise swallowtail,” he explained. “Take a look at the blue spots on the bottom of its wings.”

You leaned forward slightly and squinted your eyes, nodding your head when you saw the characteristic he pointed out. Its wings seemed to almost shimmer as they fluttered slowly. “This butterfly is beautiful,” you breathed in awe. 

“It is incomparable to you,” he said smoothly as the two of you watched the swallowtail take off to the skies. You tried to bite back your smile, but it still showed.

Your walk with Tech resumed, and you looked around the field curiously until a plant caught your eye. You were unsure as to what it was, but it was eye-catching nonetheless. You let go of Tech’s hand and knelt down to get a closer look at the flower. The feeling of your hand leaving him caught him a little off guard.

“Tech, what’s this?” You looked up at him, with a little spark of curiosity in your eyes. It was clear to him now that you were more interested in flora than bugs.

“That is coreopsis tinctoria, better known as plains coreopsis.” He knelt down beside you to look at it as well. “The coreopsis tinctoria is widely abundant, especially in plains and fields. The vibrant colors of the petals were once used for dyes, and since they are edible, they were also used to be infused with water.”

“My genius,” you sighed sweetly. You gave him a playful peck to the forehead.

He turned his gaze to the ground and adjusted his goggles’ position awkwardly. You could tell he was a little flustered, and it made you laugh lightly. 

You picked one of the flowers before standing up, and he followed suit. You took hold of his hand like you did before and held out the flower you picked with a grin on your face.

“Here you go.”

“Oh. Thank you,” he replied succinctly, taking the flower into his free hand. You both continued your stroll through the field until the sky turned to a speckled navy blue, and you noticed that he kept the flower in his hand the entire time.

Echo

You dashed out of the ship almost as soon as it landed, running off far into the field. You dropped to your knees after finding a patch of pretty flowers and you began to pick them like there was no tomorrow. You weaved the stems of the various flowers until you created a ring of vibrant colors from red to white.

“What do you have there?” a familiar voice asked from behind you.

You turned your head around and grinned when you saw that it was Echo.

“It’s a flower crown,” you replied excitedly. “It was actually meant for you, so,” you stood up and dusted yourself off before placing the flower crown around his head, “here you go!” You stepped back and looked him up and down before nodding your head. “Yup, looks amazing,” you chuckled.

He reached up to feel the crown and adjusted it slightly. He smiled at you and nodded his head gratefully. “Thanks, cyare.”

You stepped close to him and gave him a tender kiss to the cheek.

“Can I watch you make another one?”

The question surprised you a little; you didn’t expect him to ask you a question like that. “Oh, sure! I need your help choosing flowers to use, though.”

He nodded eagerly and linked his right arm with your left as you both searched the field for flowers you liked.

Finally, you finished picking flowers. You found a place on the ground to sit and started to put them all together into one ring just like you had done with the crown atop Echo’s head.

“You basically have to take the stems of the flowers and weave them together.. Like you’re braiding someone’s hair, but with flower stems,” you tried to explain to him. He sat with his full attention turned to you. He wasn’t even really paying attention to the flower crown, just you and the way the wind moved your hair to cover your face slightly. 

“Then, you have to add another flower–” He reached out and gently tucked your hair behind your ears. “Oh, haha, thanks,” you laughed. You could feel your skin grow warmer, so you looked back down at the flower crown to hide it.

The flower crown was finished a few minutes later, and you set it on your own head. “Now we’re matching!” You smiled so brightly it seemed to outshine the sun.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly before cupping your cheek with his hand and pulling you in to give you a soft kiss.

Wrecker

When the ship touched down on the flowery planet, you and Wrecker walked out of the ship excitedly. You both carried out items to use for your picnic.

“It’s so nice out here..” You let out an awe-filled sigh as you looked out at the colorful flowers that bloomed in pretty little patches throughout the entirety of the field. The weather felt just perfect, and the fact that Wrecker was with you made everything even better.

“You can say that again,” he laughed, taking your hand in his as you scouted out for a nice flat area to set up your picnic.

Once you found a suitable area, you spread out a large cloth on the ground and sat down, patting the space next to you to get Wrecker to sit beside you. He did so and placed the box of snacks in the small space between the two of you. He opened it and handed you a sandwich before grabbing one for himself.

You had made the sandwiches for this picnic, but there was nothing special about them. If anything, they were subpar. You made them out of discounted bread, thin, almost soggy pieces of lettuce, and some cheap meats that you got from a shady stall on Ord Mantell. Despite this, you still found Wrecker chowing down on them and enjoying them.

You took a bite out of yours and frowned as you chewed slowly. You struggled to swallow your bite and looked up at Wrecker worriedly.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make anything nicer than this,” you mumbled, a little upset with what you made. You almost couldn’t believe that he could eat these sandwiches with such ease.

“You kiddin’? These are the best sandwiches I’ve ever had!”

You gave him a look of suspicion and now you felt even worse. He was just saying that to make you feel better.

It’s almost like he read your mind, as he started to console you. “It's the thought that really counts! Makes everything a whole lot better knowing that you made these for me,” he said sincerely, hoping that his words helped. “I mean, you could’ve skipped out on sandwiches,” he continued, “but you didn’t! You put in the extra effort to make these! That’s what makes it taste good, not the stuff inside it!” 

He grinned at you and your heart melted. You wondered how you got so lucky to have a guy like Wrecker in your corner.

“Thanks, love,” you murmured. You leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment as your body relaxed against his. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer so he could kiss the top of your head.

“I’ll eat yours if you don’t finish it.” He nodded his head towards the sandwich you took a bite out of earlier.

“Please,” you laughed as you handed it to him.

Omega

You ran through the boundless field, panting and laughing as you kept your eye on Omega as she ran in front of you. You never thought it’d be so difficult to play tag.

You reached your arm out and urged your legs to move a little faster until your fingertip finally poked the back of Omega.

“Tag!” you shouted out, turning and sprinting in the opposite direction as fast as you could.

You could hear Omega’s fast footsteps gaining on you, and you were already tired from trying to tag her, so it would be fairly easy for her to tag you back. You ran in zig-zags, hoping to throw her off a little, but she kept up.

Eventually, Omega got impatient with all the running, so she leapt forward and landed on you. She tackled you down to the floor and could barely call out “Tag” in between laughs.

“Hey! I thought we ruled out tackling each other,” you chuckled as you both sat upright, using this much needed moment to catch your breath. “Jeez, I didn’t know you could run like that.. You’re killing me!”

“I’m not even tired,” she replied proudly, straightening her posture.

“Pssht– Yeah, right!” You rolled your eyes and laughed a little.

“So, what are we gonna play next? More tag?” she asked energetically. You truly did not know how someone could have such an immense store of energy.

You shook your head tiredly. “No, no.. No more tag..” You couldn’t help but be honest with her. Playing tag with Omega was like chasing a wild kaadu. “Hmm… Well, if you’re still in the mood to run, why don’t we get the others to play duck-duck-goose? It’s a bit easier than tag.”

“Duck-duck-goose? What’s that?”

“I’ll tell you later. Race you to the ship!” You stood and hurried to go back to the ship.

“Hey! You got a head start!” she yelled as she scrambled to her feet to run after you.

After gathering the rest of the team, you told them how to play the game and the rules. After making sure everyone understood, Omega started off.

“Duck.. duck.. goose!” She tapped Hunter’s shoulder, and he quickly stood to run after Omega. He was obviously shortening his steps to make the game more challenging for himself, but he ended up tagging Omega before she got back to Hunter’s place on the ground anyway.

The game continued on until everyone had run at least three times. They all seemed to be slightly winded, but having fun nonetheless.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Reading about 'tallhouses' and renting in the Realms, and casting a critical eye over the depiction of the city in the game again, with a focus on the amount of houses everywhere: If you live in Baldur's Gate (bar the fancier buildings in Bloomridge and the houses and estates in the Upper City - i.e. outside of being wealthy upper class, or upper-middle class and there's a house available) you do not live in a house and you are almost certainly not a homeowner: you are renting a room in a block of flats/apartment building which, statistically, is owned by a temple or shrine (the temples of Tymora, Gond, and Umberlee are going to dominate) or nobility. Or maybe a building owned by somebody who owes rent to the church/noble who owns the land its stood on. I think there's also been mention of halfling families often becoming landlords in human cities, but I'd have to dig that out again.

I'll leave off the research binge for my thoughts on daily life in the Gate for roleplaying/backstory purposes 'til the current project is done, but I still want to ramble:

The buildings are narrow, and extensions go upwards, and the streets are often overarched with supports so that we can build over that too. I'm pretty sure the structures are classified as tallhouses.

Welcome to the overcrowded city where space is at such a premium we can't have animals bigger than a cat (no room on the streets), street vending is illegal (there is no room on the streets), you can't really gather or cause a fuss outside of the home or pubs (ditto) all graveyards have to be outside the walls, and the only open space of note is the Wide.

Wyll's father is high ranking enough to have a house, unless Ulder really wanted to stick to his roots as the son of a blacksmith. Astarion was an upper city boy before that part of the city officially existed, but his family probably had a house. Lae'zel doesn't live here. Gale doesn't live here either, but he's got his own mage tower so he's not renting. Dunno about his childhood, Waterdeep is also a very populated city where people rent. Durge and likely Shadowheart would've grown up in rented rooms/suites (and Durge was canonically poor growing up, so likely not a very high quality or spacious one). As adults: Durge and Orin were temple priests and Bhaalists, so they'd be living in the temple/compound with the other faithful. Technically, the Sharrans don't have a temple, but she at least spent a lot of time down there and might've lived there; I don't remember seeing a dorm, only Viconia's room, but maybe I forgot something. Though all of these characters may have had public lives to draw attention away from their cult activity. Bhaalist 'daytime identities' and the Sharran love of secrecy, so they might've been renting a room in the city. Maybe a fancier more spacious one in Bloomridge. (Or owned a house, depending on how much one makes and wants to spend. Torilian priests are encouraged to get rich and own property.) Noble or well-off Tavs might've had a house, but other than that: you're renting, and possibly in the Outer City which exists specifically because the city proper had a housing crisis fitting the exploding population in.

Karlach grew up in the Outer City, specifically Tumbledown around the old Szarr cemetary, going off of her surname 'Cliffgate', referring to the geographic location. Considering the poverty of the outer city though, it's probably a case of still being packed into rented rooms and not very good quality ones. Which is, for the established character parallel purposes, probably the same or similar conditions Gortash grew up in.

[theflaggerrrr]

a flag for people who ship suselle deltarune or ship themselves with noelle deltarune, and are pansexual themselves if that snot too complicted? this should fit in the whitelist since it says ships- if not tho this ask can be deleted

" Pansexual Suselle Shipper (Top), Pansexual Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper (Middle) & Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper (Bottom) "

Pansexual Suselle Shipper: A term for Suselle (Susie x Noelle) shippers who are pansexual.

Pansexual Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper: A term for self/yumeshippers who ship themselves with or whose yume is Noelle.

Noelle Selfshipper/Yumeshipper: Ditto, but without the pansexual part.

Note: For the love of me I couldn't find a better PNG of Susie. Give her some justice!!!! She's a JPEG!!!!

[ID: A transparent image that says "Willy holds no DNI, but is not afraid to block." with a picture of the account's mascot (mentioned in the introduction) upside down.]

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP I'm so exhausted and heart broken over this NewJeans mess. Funny thing is I got into the group after seeing you talk about them late last year, I fell in love with Ditto and started watching them closely. I saw how MHJ would treat them and smile at them in candid shots like the Lolla show, and felt at ease that they would continue to succeed with her managing them.

But since this issue started when I try to express why I'm uneasy with HYBE controlling NewJeans, I'm downvoted to negatives on reddit and qrted to hell on Twitter. Army friends have unfollowed me even though I've said I'm against the hate on BTS. I don't even stan NewJeans the way I do BTS, but because I'm critical of Hybe and siding with Ador, I'm called all sorts of names and yesterday Armys tried to suspend my account. Even BigHit's former choreographer has come out in support of Ador, other idols have publicly come out in support of NewJeans and N Capital came out to refuse Hybe's claims that MHJ met them to take Ador out. I feel things are not as Black and White as Armys are saying about this issue, and that NewJeans is under risk if MHJ leaves.

Everybody is calling me crazy and on one hand it's whatever. I know how kpop stans are in general so I'm not surprised, but I'm truly starting to worry. I started writing this ask 3 times before settling on what I've written now, because I kept getting choked up. I know its just kpop and I shouldn't be this attached, but I'm so scared BPP. Those girls are not even 2 years old as a group and their future is already looking so bleak when at the start of this year, their future was so bright. I remember you said they might technically even get a Grammy nomination this year. I feel sad and angry but I'm unable to express myself freely in all the fandom spaces I usually spend time in.

What should I do? How can I handle this? If it were you, what would you do? Sorry if this ask is super whiny but you always have good advice and I need some right now.

***

Listen, you already know what you should do. You just seem to lack the will to do it, at least that's what it seems like.

ARMY is the largest fandom in k-pop and they've deemed NewJeans as persona non grata. Most other HYBE fandoms also aren't looking too keenly on NewJeans and with how obsessive k-pop stans are in everything they do, this will be a long-term problem for NewJeans and their fandom. If Bunnies were a bigger fandom it wouldn't be too much of a problem, but they aren't, so the lifetime of the group is already halved.

If you only got into NewJeans six months ago and you're already this attached, you need a cold turkey break. Things are looking grim given the girls have expressed support for MHJ, and it's very unlikely HYBE will lose this case. Those girls are more or less done, so I'd say you should cut your losses and start detaching from them now to spare yourself more heartbreak later. Also, block the 'ARMY friends' who are downvoting, quote tweeting, and otherwise harassing you. You're in fandom to enjoy a community about the things you love, not to get stuck in never-ending arguments with people who have little else going on in their real lives.

The primary danger of k-pop, is getting sucked in. A lot of people here are fully, irredeemably sucked in. On both sides of this matter, ARMYs, Bunnies and kpoppies alike, the majority of this crowd is people who think they are normal but have lost any real semblance of perspective on what this industry is and of their place in it. You need to cut loose because you seem to already be in a somewhat fragile state, and what this space does is pervert that hurt you feel into a tribal sort of resentment.

I can't really say what I would do if I were you, because I don't feel attached to NewJeans the way you do. It's a shame the girls have become collateral damage, but given how quickly they became massively successful in this industry, this is unfortunately a more expected outcome for them, than not. It's sad, but that's the nature of things here. I like BTS, but like I've said many times before, I don't see myself as having any significant influence over their careers and choices. Whatever they choose to do with HYBE or whatever is their business, I simply keep supporting them for as long as I like them and the music they make.

This mess with HYBE is peculiar (and different from the 50-50 case) because NewJeans and ADOR are saying they don't want to leave HYBE (yet), while HYBE is punishing them as though they are asking the courts to let them leave HYBE. It's created a situation such that even if NewJeans stays or leaves, they are in a sense doomed, to be blunt. And you need to make your peace with that.

Some ideas to help:

A cold turkey break is very needed. The way you're talking about this group doesn't seem healthy. It wouldn't seem healthy if you were talking about BTS either. It might be a good idea to block anything related to k-pop for the next two weeks. Things will only get messier because the stakes are high, and HYBE has shown they have no problem going low. For your sanity, I really think you should stay away cold turkey and tightly curate your online spaces when you return.

Consider stepping away from Twitter and Reddit. I'm less familiar with Reddit but for Twitter, you have the option of making your account private, blocking the ARMYs harassing you, finding more sensible Bunnies to commiserate with, using lists to keep up with topics and accounts, etc.

Consider spending more time on Phoning. After taking some time to cool off, use NewJeans' app to connect more directly with the girls to show them love and support.

Try to focus on the music. NewJeans will have comebacks on May 24th and June 21st. The best way to support those girls now, is to focus on their music and support that. Personally, I've already ordered full sets of their albums since this might be the last ones we see with Min Heejin's creative direction. (Also, they might become collectable lol). Of course I hope that's not the case, but supporting their music is the most direct way to support the girls right now, in my opinion.

I'm sorry you're in this state, I'm even more sorry that the girls are in this state, but you need to detach and remember they have their own lives, are making their own choices, and that has nothing to do with you.

Good luck.

[siderealsandman]

just finished reading mending warped designs and im so sorry bc you probably heart this a lot so i mean it in the most respectful way possible but... are you abandoning that fic? 😭 or are you just on an undefinite hiatus?

i NEVER read fics that are unfinished, but after finishing T&C, i simply HAD to venture into that alley. and im not disappointed. as much as i hate angst, your writing and world builiding is simply miraculous, for lack of a better word. the work you've done is a masterpiece, and i mean it. might be the best work of fiction ive ever read. it would be a real shame to abandon it, but i understand if you have things that are more important :) your health and happiness should be your utmost priority ❤️

that being said, i really do hope you choose to continue writing it. masterpieces don't just appear, they take a lot of work and dedication and im so, SO glad you took the time to put in the effort to create something so beautiful.

best of wishes xx

Thank you so much! I appreciate all the love and feedback I've gotten on my ML fics over the years.

With Miraculous I feel like I kinda grew out of the setting/fandom (doesn't help that most of my friends I met in it moved on) but overall T&C came from a place of frustration with canon I no longer feel. That and MWD had me with the worst case of writer's block that I resolved by writing something else (two something else's).

I have the last scene of MWD written but need to put together the connective tissue which I find it hard to get in a headspace to write. When I have time to write, I typically want to tend to The Games of Divinity or Devil Summoner: Akechi Goro. I do plan on finishing it...but can't promise when.

If you're interested, however, I do have the final scene below

Context: Marinette and Adrien are at a party with the rest of the heroes when Dr. Oliver attacks again, leading the pair of them to leave and take down their enemy while Team Paris rests.

Despite the crowds of people fleeing for their safety, Marinette was in a better mood than she had been in for a long time. 

"Now this feels familiar," Adrien mused, tugging Marinette out of the way of a pack of panicked tourists. "Everybody in their right minds is running away from danger, and here we are running towards it." 

"Must be something wrong with us," Marinette chuckled. 

"Of course there is," Adrien said, tugging her into an empty cafe. "If we were normal, we wouldn't have volunteered." 

Two flashes of light later and Ladybug led her partner out the other entrance and onto the rapidly emptying street. "I wonder what the venn diagram of lunatics and superheros looks like." 

"It's basically a circle," Chat Noir said as some of the people fleeing for their lives slowed down to take a picture.

"Go get em Ladybug!" One person yelled as they ran to safety. 

"Kick his ass Ladybug!" 

"Good to see you're back Ladybug!" 

"Oh my god Ladybug!" 

"Ladybug, can I have your number-" 

"Hey, you know what's cooler than Ladybug? Not being destroyed by dinosaurs; get to safety before someone T-Wrecks you," Chat Noir said, shooing a small crowd of pedestrians towards a bunker. "Go on, get! Jeez, you need to have a word with your fan club about personal safety." 

"Don't tell me you're jealous of all the attention I'm getting," Ladybug chuckled. 

"I've spent the last four years deliberately trying to avoid attention," Chat Noir sniffed. "Besides, Paris is kinda slow to forget; I'm sure most of these people still think I was up to something fishy with Hawky." 

"I get the crowds of screaming fans, you get all the superhero clout," Ladybug said, awkwardly waving at a crowd of passing tourists all delaying their escape to snap pictures of the newly returned heroes. "Somehow I think you got the better deal." 

"Now who's jealous?" Chat Noir asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "They'll come around…I'll make sure of it." 

Ladybug nodded, noticing the furtive glances sent Chat Noir's direction. "Yeah…ditto." 

Ladybug stopped in the middle of the street, watching Chat Noir's back as he stepped past her. "Hey…are you sure about this?" 

"What, running solo against a guy with some lab-grown dinosaurs?" Chat Noir chuckled. "What's there to worry about?" 

"No, I meant…" Ladybug trailed off with a shake of her head. "Forget it." 

"I know what you meant," Chat Noir said, glancing over his shoulder. Somehow, the spectral eye that looked her over didn't seem as threatening as it used to be. There were glimmers of Adrien, her Adrien, under the overwhelming mantle of Chat Noir. Enough for Ladybug to latch on to as he smiled. 

"I'm here because I want to be," Chat Noir said, turning around and leaning on his staff. "Because I want to try…I don't need to be sure about anything else." 

That doesn't scare you? Ladybug thought. 

Who says it doesn't? Chat Noir thought back with a wink. "You should spend a little less brain power worrying about me, Ladybug; we're gonna need those smarts to send these creeps back to the Jurassic period." 

"I thought I'd let you take the lead on this one," Ladybug said, falling back into step beside Chat Noir. "Give you a chance to flex your own brainpower." 

"And I thought I told you I have one strategy," Chat Noir said. "Everything else is just tactics. Besides, what is the correct strategy to deal with a man who has living fossils at his beck and-" 

A pterodactyl shaped drone swooped low overhead, launching an electromagnetic rocket at the door of a nearby bank and blowing it clean off its hinges. 

"Wait…those are the dinosaurs we're supposed to be fighting?!" Chat Noir huffed, glaring at the drone as it zipped away. 

"Yyyyyeah?" Ladybug said. "What's wrong?" 

"They're…they're robots!" Chat Noir said. "Just…just some stupid robots!"

 "What did you think he had actual dinosaurs for us to-" Ladybug stopped short as she saw the almost heartbroken look on Chat Noir's face. "Oh…oh my god, you actually thought we were fighting real dinosaurs?!" 

"I've seen weirder stuff than that!" Chat Noir said, huffing as Ladybug doubled over, clutching her stomach as uncontrollable peals of laughter echoed off the mostly empty street. "I was told this was a professor who uses dinosaurs to rob banks but apparently he's just a nerd with a Transformers fetish!" 

"Oh…Oh, I'm sorry, is this beneath you?" Ladybug laughed. "What, you fight dragons for a couple of years and suddenly you're too good for robot dinosaurs?" 

"I'm the apex predator; not some…some…ugh, I'm so disappointed I can't even metaphor correctly!" Chat Noir growled. 

"His Majesty only deigns to sully his little kitty paws with real monsters, thank you very much," Ladybug wheezed. "Theeeeee Apex Predator needs worthwhile prey; none of this toy-aisle garbage."

"Shut up," Chat Noir laughed, completely oblivious to the dinobot stomping down the street behind him until the hot gust of steam from its nostrils washed over the back of his head. Something about the way Ladybug laughed had a funny habit of making him forget the kind of danger he was in, even after so much time apart. 

"No, don't even bother!" Chat Noir said, ignoring the robotic snarl that came from the dinobot. "It's ruined! This whole day is totally ruined! I thought we were going up against someone worth our time but all we got is a model kit builder and his army of toys!"

"Hey!" A booming voice shouted as a large pterodactyl drone descended, powered by hovering jets that only seemed to piss Chat Noir off more. The top opened and out stepped an equally angry looking professor in a black lab coat and goggles. 

"And I'm guessing that's our target," Ladybug said, flicking the gigantic T-Rex in the nose as it leaned in closer to her and leaving a divot in the machine's steel frame. 

"Who dares question the paleontological engineering genius of-" Dr. Oliver stopped as he spotted Chat Noir. "...Chat Noir?" 

"No, I'm a very disappointed kitty who wanted to chase lizards today," Chat Noir said. 

"And…" Dr. Oliver pointed at Ladybug. "Wait, when did you get back?" 

"Three days ago; haven't you heard?" Ladybug said, bumping her shoulder into Chat Noir's. 

"I was in jail on bank robbing charges," Dr. Oliver said. "They only played football and reruns of terrible BBC baking shows." 

"Well, here's the only news story you need," Ladybug said. "Ladybug and Chat Noir are back in Paris." 

"And more than ready to stick our Little-foots up your tin can tailpipe, you tacky old veloci-loser!" Chat Noir spat, cracking his knuckles. "Get my hopes up, will you…" 

"You got your hopes up," Ladybug pointed. 

"And I'm taking it out on him!" Chat Noir said, brandishing his baton in the perturbed professor's face. "Come out of the Zord with your hands in the air and I'll see if we can get you some Land Before Time DVD's to entertain you in prison." 

"But…how?!" Dr. Oliver stammered. "How are you…I-I thought you two were finished!" 

"We were, but…" Ladybug spared a smile for her partner. "Life…finds a way." 

The hiss of dozens of whirring servos drew her attention to the small pack of robotic velociraptors that closed in around them. At the far end of the street, a large mechanical triceratops angled three cannons in their direction while a small pack of pterodactyl drones whirred overhead. 

"So…little guys are worth one point?" 

"Big suckers are at least five," Ladybug agreed. 

"And the big guy has to be a dime," Chat Noir said, teeth flashing as he snapped his staff out to full length. "No cheating now." 

"I trust you'll keep me honest," Ladybug said, springing into the air alongside her partner. They hung for a moment in mid air, suspended above the encroaching crowd of mechanical monsters, before diving like twin falling stars into the melee, back to back as it always should have been. 

[frikatilhi]

you're honestly awesome and a delight to have around, both your writing and just your sheer presence 😌 you make excellent points and observations, you're funny, and it's so fun to talk to you each time 💞 AND i get to see freddie mercury every time i open your blog (which is: often)

askfha ok this might have been a mistake because I can't take compliments but thank you, ditto, I love you, blocked etc

ask game

Here, have pictures of Freddie Mercury:

Bonus:

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[wishuroses]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ now playing 𓇼 part of your world ⋆ halle bailey

*⠀karina !⠀🐚⠀any prns.⠀nineteen.⠀black.⠀beginner writer who writes for fun.⠀a bit ia currently.⠀enjoy your stay⠀⠀!!!

ⓘ below the cut is a list of my works, updated as of 05/05/2023.

disclaimer: all characters listed are aged up accordingly, unless explicitly stated otherwise. updates are slow and requests are closed ! also going through some really intense writers block. :(

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everyone.

✶ texts with the groupchat┆pt.2┆smau.

✶ avatar boys as romantic tropes┆hcs.

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neteyam.

✶ neteyam as your boyfriend┆hcs.

✶ crybaby┆❝ but you’re my crybaby. ❞┆when neteyam catches you crying because of something your mother said, he comforts you as best as he possibly can.

✶ starry-eyed┆❝ i love you. ❞┆neteyam sneaks off way after eclipse just to come and see you. lovesick neteyam ensues.

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aonung.

✶ such a sure thing┆❝ skxawng. ❞┆you and aonung get into an altercation when you catch him bothering your siblings, he later comes to you and apologizes, begging for your forgiveness; while catching major feelings in the process.

✶ oh say it ditto┆❝ bite me again next time. ❞┆as lo’ak’s twin, you get in just as much trouble as he does, and aonung takes a liking to that.

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lo’ak.

✶ texts with your boyfriend lo’ak┆smau.

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spider.

✶ make a wish┆❝ my wish is you. ❞┆you tell spider to make a wish, but his wish is already sitting right next to him.

✶ experiment┆❝ could i try something? ❞┆norm suggests that spider start experimenting with certain things whenever he’s bored. spider’s hypothesis, however, is something you would’ve never been able to guess.

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rotxo.

✶ crickets . . .

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tsireya.

✶ silence . . .

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kiri.

✶ tumbleweeds . . .

© wishuroses 2023. ☼ plagiarizing, translating, and reposting my works, especially onto other sites, is strictly prohibited.

[fatale-distraction]

PROMPTS!

I am coming up on the end of a major fanfiction project that I have been working on since June. With the first draft (nearly) complete and ready for editing (ha), I feel like I need a little writing palate cleanser, so I'm putting out a call for Dragon Age prompts!

Pairings:

Solavellan

SolasxLavellanxKrem

KremxLavellan

FenrisxLavellan

FenrisxMerrill

SolasxAbelas

SolasxFelassan

Cullavellan

SeraxCassandra

SkinnerxDalish

EmmrichxRook????? Haven't tried this one yet, but I'm definitely gonna fuck that old man, so I may as well practice

General Characters:

Solas

Fenris

Emmrich

Sera

Merrill

Abelas

Felassan

Lavellan

Krem

The Chargers

AUs:

Standard universe

Y2K AU

Modern AU

Regency AU

I have turned Anon Asks temporarily back on for this!

Rules:

Sending a request is not a guarantee I will fill the request. I will absolutely do my best because I love y'all, but I also reserve the right to deny or ignore requests or fall into catastrophic devastation mode because I just can't make a prompt work right now.

Respect the characters, respect me as a writer and a person, and respect the original writers of the characters.

Don't tag my shit with character hate. That is 100000000% an insta-block. Make your own post if you don't like something.

Specifying a universe is not required, however if you don't specify a preference I will go with my heart.

Yes Smut! Yes Dread Cock! No MCD or adult/explicit situations involving minors!

PROMPTS: Feel free to send your own idea or just a general pairing, or use one of these nifty prompts! Please include the WHOLE QUOTE, not just the number!

Dragon Age Prompts

Dragon Age Dialogue Prompts

Hozier Lyrics (please feel free to send Hozier lyrics not found here, too)

Florence + the Machine Lyrics (ditto above)

Lord Huron Lyrics (ditto above)

AURORA lyrics (I can't find a prompt list for these so I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN??????)

Divider used in this post is from @saradika-graphics, please credit them if used!

[utilitycaster]

you getting push back on that post is crazy to me isn't it enough to watch and get invested in something for what it is currently rather than what it will be? I have so many unfinished projects in my own life it'd be crazy to demand polished completion from everything I watch/read. my unfinished sketches and embroidery and abandoned dnd campaigns still brought joy and growth without having a polished thing to present at the end

So what's funny to me is like. I have referenced this before here and elsewhere but like, as a child, I was SO bad at ambiguous and sad endings and my mother was like, not unkind about this, but neither did she coddle it, and I think that laid a groundwork that was really necessary.

My tags, which got lost bc I did NOT expect that post to break containment, do actually touch on how Netflix and other streaming services canceling things to avoid paying people a fair wage fucking suck but yeah here's a list of creative endeavors I participated in or watched/listened to/read that do not as of this posting have endings and I still liked, and many of them aren't even directly attributable to capitalism because this is just a fact of life and art.

As mentioned, both A Song of Ice and Fire and the Kingkiller Chronicles.

Multiple D&D campaigns for sure (I actually don't make D&D characters without a game in mind and find it weird that people do and so I'm like why am I the one arguing for the beauty of the incomplete).

Multiple fics, both mine and others.

King Falls AM, a podcast I binged in like 2018-2019 and despite being a mystery never actually completed bc the creators couldn't agree.

I think Battlestar Galactica 2003 is one of the most brilliant shows of its era and also the finale, which happened when the creators intended it to, is really dumb, and that doesn't undo the fact that I loved everything else.

How I Met Your Mother ends really poorly in a way that arguably undercuts the whole series, but like, I still liked that too.

Ditto for Chuck, which also struggles in that it was on the chopping block most seasons so they kept ending in ways that probably weren't true to whatever the original vision may have been.

I saw Firefly on DVD after it had already been canceled, I think Serenity is good but I don't love all the choices, and Joss Whedon has since been revealed to be a dick but like, I enjoyed myself greatly while watching it.

As mentioned, Heroes. I didn't watch much TV until my teens anyway because we didn't have cable and our reception sucked and we were very much a book household, and this was one of the first series I recall watching from season 1 and it's also the first TV series where I was like yeah I don't care anymore, and it went on for 4 seasons and I think I gave up either late S2 or early S3.

I didn't watch Supernatural, Game of Thrones, nor Grey's Anatomy but all of those are famous for outstaying their welcome, sometimes it's better to burn out than fade away, etc.

I had already long outgrown Harry Potter and started to see its limitations by the time Rowling's transphobia became public but like, now it's not something I would ever recommend to my friends' kids or anything, and that doesn't undo the fact that I did greatly enjoy it as a child and teenager; it was indirectly the reason why I was introduced to the superior fantasy of Diana Wynne Jones, which I do still reread from time to time. (I think the "well I never liked it" mentality about works from artists who end up being terrible people is tied into the "I can't get invested in anything that might end in an unsatisfying manner." Tumblr University's media studies grads are not the brightest stars in the firmament, that's for sure.)

Like, cancellation (let alone cancellation specifically because of the unique shittiness of streaming services) is just one of the many reason things might end in a way you dislike or become difficult for you to enjoy at a later date, and that's just talking about television. Are you really going to deny yourself the joy of anticipation and watching a story unfold in real-time because the thought of something not satisfying you at every single turn is so unfathomable?

(oh, and because this is, as we know, a CR blog much of the time, I should add that this mentality is really pervasive which is wild because your average 3-season canceled Netflix show is probably the equivalent of maybe 9-10 CR episodes; thinking about how many people who now claim C2 is terrible watched 141 episodes and also the person who is iconic to me who unironically asked me what the point was in getting invested in characters who will die re: Chetney)

[carrotsworld]

ditto - svt mingyu

pairings: alternate timeline mingyu x reader

inspired by the movie ditto!

“a dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lays down,” she started, browsing through the array of books they had at the grand library. “but i wish you to know you inspired it.” he finished.

i sighed in frustration, deleting the entire paragraph before slamming my laptop shut. inspiration was, well, hell these days. i had been dealing with a writer’s block for two whole days, just staring at the blank screen in front of me, unable to write a single sentence worthy enough for the chapter. writing has always been a hobby, a way to create a reality you desire or, in a way, a means to escape. but things get tough when you are slapped with hundreds of datelines for your webnovel with zero inspiration. deciding that a walk will do more good than harm, i grabbed my coat before shutting my apartment door and headed to the elevator. just as the doors were about close, a voice shouted, “hey, wait!” before putting their hand in between the elevator doors to prevent them from shutting. i quickly pressed the open button to hold the doors open, and i heard him mutter a soft “thank you” before he stepped into the elevator and the atmosphere went silent. i fiddled with my hands while waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby, the short trip somehow feeling twice as long as it should be. as soon as the elevator doors opened, the boy immediately dashed out, accidentally dropping his phone, giving me no chance to return it as he totally disappeared out of sight. i bent down to pick up the phone, only to find out that it was an old yellow flip phone. huh, weird. hardly anyone used flip phones nowadays. i opened the flip phone, only to find that it didn’t have a password, and scrolled through the phone’s contacts, clicking on the most recent contact, only to have the line ringing for a few minutes before cutting off. i sighed, deciding to put off searching for the phone’s owner until later and getting back to my initial schedule. i stepped out into the chilly night, slipping the yellow flip phone into my coat pocket and started making my way to the nearest coffee shop.

“one hot matcha latte to-go, please.” i placed my order with the cashier before paying and sat down at the window seat while waiting for my drink. the bells of the cafe rang softly, signalling the presence of another customer. the newcomer was dressed in all-black, the contrast only being his brown overcoat. he ordered what seem to be an americano, giving the cashier a small smile as if to say, “fighting! for the rest of your shift.” one of the waiters decided to serve the drink to my table due to me and the man in black being the only customers in the cafe. i muttered a soft, “thank you”, deciding to sit for awhile before pulling out the yellow flip phone to find more information about its owner. mingyu, mingyu, mingyu. that was the last 10 of his recent calls, with the phone book having only that one contact that wouldn’t pick up. there were no photos at all to give a tiny clue to who it belonged to. the phone was in a way, totally empty except for the contact log. the phone suddenly flashed a warning! low battery! sign, making me bang my head against the table in frustration, the sound resonating through the room. the customer and the cashier looked at me worriedly, as if i had just grew a lump on my head. i smiled at them sheepishly, bowing at them before getting up and exiting the cafe.

the man’s eyes subtly widened when he heard the familiar sound of the opening of an old flip phone, one that his dongsaeng has. he had found it odd as the phone was already out of production, and it was not easy to find. but he found it weirder as who uses a flip phone nowadays? unless you were his annoying but adorable dongsaeng who always loved to bicker with him. he turned around, seeing that your eyebrows were scrunched in frustration while scrolling through your phone, and he wondered what could be running through that mind of yours. he shrugged, noting that everyone had their own problems, even himself. he took one last glance at the girl sitting by the window before walking out the doors of the café.

“do you have a charger for this phone model?” i asked the staff at the counter, passing him the old flip phone at hand. he inspected the phone before going into the store room and emerging with a small box. “this should be it.” he said, sliding the box over the counter. “i haven’t seen this phone since the 90’s.” “how much is it?” i asked, fumbling through my bag for my wallet. “don’t worry, it’s on the house. we’ve got no use for it anymore anyways.” he said. “thank you.” i said, bowing slightly before making my way back to my apartment building.

i shrugged off my sweater, plugging the phone into its charger before deciding to go for a warm shower. the short walk had helped cleared out my writer’s block, but the lingering feeling of the weird encounter was still fresh in my mind. i made myself a packet of cup noodles, ready to pull an all nighter for the remaining 7,000 word count. i absentmindedly looked at the time on my phone, sighing when i saw that i only had three hours left before the deadline. i found myself a comfortable position on the kitchen island, and within the next fifteen words, the sound of the old flip phone ringing filled the once quiet atmosphere.

“dino-ya! i thought i told you not to call me during practice!” the man on the other line exclaimed, making me wince at the sudden sound. “uhh hello? i think your friend dino dropped his phone?” i questioned more than stated. “oh… hello. i apologise for my sudden outburst. aish, that maknae is always so clumsy.” he said, sounding apologetic. “it’s alright.” i assured. “do you know who i can return the phone to? an address or something? i’m sorry to bother you. it’s just that you’re the only contact in his phone.” “would it be convenient for you to meet at hangang park this saturday?” he asked. i checked my schedule, noting that it was empty for the day. “yup, i’m free this sat. i will meet you at the picnic area in front of han river at 1 in the afternoon?” i asked. he hummed in confirmation. “great. see you then, mingyu.” i said, ready to press the end button. “wait- i didn’t get your name!” he called out. “it’s y/n.” i stated. “it’s a nice name. see you this saturday, y/n!”

saturday came by in a breeze. soon, it was already fifty minutes past twelve and i had arrived at our agreed spot. the weather was windy to say the least, with dark clouds looming over the city of seoul, i prayed that mingyu would arrive before it started pouring. the yellow phone was clutched tightly in my hands, ready to be parted ways soon. i checked my watch. 1:17pm. i looked around, trying to spot a man in a brown jacket, around 6ft tall, to no avail. i shrugged it off, thinking that he might be caught in some sort of traffic on the way. 1:25pm. i asked some people who kinda fitted the description midway, but none of them was the one i was looking for. 1:45pm. it started pouring. mingyu was nowhere in sight. i quickly seek shelter at a nearby ice cream shop as it was raining cats and dogs. i tried contacting him, only to find out that there wasn’t any service available on the yellow phone. it was as if the gods were telling me to give up and go home. i too tried calling his number using my personal phone, only to be met with the automated voice telling me that the number was no longer in service. 2:05pm. i decided to head home.

the phone line finally connected on the second ring. “where were you?” i asked, exasperated that i got caught in the rain. “where were you?” he asked accusingly. “what do you mean where was i? i was there since twelve fifty and i was waiting there until it started pouring!” i exclaimed, feeling absurd that he was accusing me instead. “it rained?” he asked, confusion laced in his voice before turning back to that accusatory tone of his. “are you pulling my leg now? are you a sasaeng?” “what? sasaeng? i don’t even know who you are!” i scoffed, annoyed at his antics. “i was there since three quarters past twelve and you weren’t there! also, it was super hot the entire time. it didn’t rain a single drop at all! plus, there were so many people attending the food festival!” he exclaimed. my anger slowly subsided, my brain processing his words once again. “food festival?” i asked puzzled. there wasn’t any food festival recently, the last one being in 2021 which i attended with my friends. “yeah! the 2021 global food festival! you didn’t know about it?” he asked, voice softening. i did know about it, the only problem is that it happened two years ago.

mingyu surprisingly took it better than i expected, except for asking for some proofs that i’m not a sasaeng. he told me he was the kim mingyu from seventeen, thus he was double confirming or as he called it, protocol. “if you’re from the future, name me seventeen’s next comeback album.” he said. “attaca.” i answered. “rock with you is the title track. though i gotta say crush is one of my favourites.” “woah.. cool.” he said sounding convinced. “it’s weird how you know our next comeback when it’s like top secret in pledis.” he paused, contemplating. “tell me something else from the future!” it was cute how mingyu sounded like an excited puppy getting a treat. “booseoksoon will finally get a comeback in early 2023!” i exclaimed, brimming with excitement. “seriously?” he asked astonished. “it took them five years for one comeback?” “yup. it was super worth it though.” i answered. the sound of the phone ringing could be heard through the line. he sighed. “i wish we could continue this conversation longer but my manager is calling me right now and would kill me if i didn’t pick up his phone call again. talk to you tomorrow?” “sure, talk to you tomorrow.” i answered before he ended the call.

“hyung is literally so weird nowadays.” dino said to jeonghan who was snacking on some korean fried chicken mingyu ordered. “who? mingyu?” jeonghan asked. dino nodded. dino found it weird that mingyu, who never said no to food, had left the fried chicken that he ordered outside (which they were eating right now), as if the thought slipped his mind. mingyu had recently always been on this old flip phone that he found in an antique store a few weeks ago, seemingly talking to someone. he had been distant the past week, making excuses as to why he stayed up late when he didn’t need to, though his hyung was extremely bad at lying. jeonghan, who too found mingyu strange lately, decided to shrug it off as it seemed mingyu was happier and less anxious about the comeback than before. jeonghan did notice though, how mingyu sometimes would mutter under his breath, and whatever he said came true.

“apparently there’s a seventeen event for the entire week next month.” i told mingyu through the phone while cooking some kimchi stew. “are you planning to go?” he asked. “i might..it sounds pretty interesting. but most probably when it isn’t so crowded.” i answered. “how’s your comeback preparations going?” i asked. “it’s going great. we just finished learning the choreo for rock with you, and we’re going on some variety shows the next week. so i would say our schedules are pretty packed.” he replied, the sound of the other seventeen members talking could be heard in the background. “i apologise if the background is too noisy. they’re currently in the midst of discussing or arguing over what to eat.” he apologised. “it’s alright. come to think about it, there’s this really good steamboat restaurant near the hybe building called 불고기 불냄비. you should be able to search it up on google if you guys are up for some steamboat.” i told him. the line went silent for a short while, before he unmuted his mic, “thanks y/n! they surprisingly agreed on steamboat. i’ll get going now. enjoy your dinner!”

it rained. heavily. i was on my way home after running some errands. with the absence of an umbrella, i held my bag close to my chest, debating whether or not to run across the street to the bus stop. deciding to just sprint the short 10 meters, i quickly held my bag over my head, trying to shield myself with the little protection my bag could give me. i muttered quick apologies as i accidentally bumped into few people on the way. after stepping afoot into the bus, i plopped down on the nearest seat before letting out a sigh of relief.

“how would we even know if we met each other?” i asked y/n, smacking dino’s hand that was trying to sneak away some cookie dough. she pondered for awhile before saying, “i was thinking of getting a keychain or something matching.” “is there anything particular that you like?” i asked, putting the tray of unbaked cookies into the oven. “definitely cats.” she replied. “there’s actually this cat keychain that i take everywhere with me. the funny thing is that it’s name is snowy when it’s entirely black. what about you? do you have anything you cherish?” she questioned. “my seventeen ring.” i answered. “i never once took it off. it was a promise made with the the members, to be as one, a family.”

“i’m sorry for disturbing, but have you seen an old yellow flip phone?….it’s not there? ….okay, thank you for your help.” i put down the phone after calling the convenience store i was at hours ago. i ruffled through my bag once again, trying to find the yellow flip phone to no avail. when the rain finally stopped, i scoured the places i had been to, checking the lost and found section in the bus station and retracing my steps for the day. my efforts were proved fruitless when i came back to my apartment empty handed and restless.

it’s funny, isn’t it? fate. from one day picking up a random vintage phone, suddenly connecting with someone from the past (a famous one at that) and losing it all at once. and yet, here i am, walking down seventeen street on the last day of the event, the beautiful blown-up carat bong shining in all its glory, the full moon signalling the oncoming presence of summer. the street had been lighted up with their official rose quartz and serenity colours, making it all the more breathtaking than it already was. seventeen’s discography was amazing, from their debut song, adore u, to their newest release from their sub-unit booseoksoon. i was admiring the words carats wrote for them on their message wall, glad that their fans had always supported them every step of the way.

i walked to the exit, deciding to make my way back as it was already way past twelve. “excuse me, miss! i think you dropped something!” i stopped and turned to face a man dressed entirely in black, in his hand holding a cat keychain, his voice sounding oddly familiar. his eyes scanned the small tag on the keychain, eyes subtly widening before saying, “i think it’s finally fitting to say, nice to meet you, y/n.”