#i really do and thats why im so mean to him

[plush-hugger]

im gonna use this as a trivia (??) kind of thing and just answer all of them at once because why not

do you like resting your head in a boys lap, or on his shoulder?: SHOULDER i love hugs

Sweaters or hoodies?: arent those the same thing....

Netflix or clubbing on a Friday night?: a secret third option : going to the mall and buying each other stuff

Denim or leather jackets?: BOTH but i really like leather its prettier

What’s your favorite thing about boys?: eues.... eyes are so prety....aaaaa

How do you like your tea?: absolutely fucking DROWNED in creamer/milk and then like 10000 pounds of sugar

How do you like your coffee?: same as tea also i cannot for the life of me drink hot coffee its only acceptable if im cold otherwise its iced coffee all the time

Favorite fall color?: orange ^_^

Can you drive?: not yet

Do you have a crush?: my BOYFRIEND

What’s your favorite sport?: uhhhhh.h does eating count

Are you a pastel, neon, or neutral color mlm?: none of those i like muted colors and dark neutrals

Do you wear makeup?: sometimes? i dont know much abt makeup honestly all i do is mascara and a little bit of eyeshadow but i like it when my boyfriend does my makeup because he makes me look pretty :)

Do you like boys taller or shorter than you?: originally i preferred a guy as tall as me (im like really fucking short so i didnt really like taller people because like i dont like feeling small) but my boyfriend is like 9 inches taller than me and honestly i dont care because he doesnt make fun of me for my height ^_^

Do you prefer hand kisses, or nose kisses?: BOTH AND ALSO FOREHEAD KISSES THEURE SO FREAKING CUTE

What’s your favorite cologne smell?: idk.... that one blue fancy cologne i used to wear and my boyfriend snatched it from me and keeps the bottle so he can buy another bottle for me because he used the rest of it..... i have no idea what the name of it is but it smells really nice

Ideal date?: i could go on i dont care what it is as long as its with him but ideally we'd go hang out in the field by his apartment with some snacks and then go back home and watch movies and then make bracelets together and whatnot

What’s more romantic: cabin getaway, or tropical vacation?: uhhh no to both of those i dont like any sort of getaways i dont like unfamiliar places

What’s your favorite mlm movie?: i mean. its not a movie and its not explicitly stated that theyre gay but. nbc hannibal.......

Do you believe in love at first sight?: YES ABSOLUTELY

Have you ever been in love?: YES AND I STILL AM AND I WILL BE FOREVER

Do you like sitting in a boys lap, or do you prefer when a boy sits in yours?: neither because for one i feel like im crushing him if i sit in his lap and also at the same time im bony as hell so i dont wanna be uncomfortable if he sits in my lap so we just cuddle laying down

Metal or cloth bracelets?: uhhh..,. cloth but i make mine out of beads :3

What’s one of your favorite memories of being in love?: EVERYTHING HELLO but when we first met it was so cute :(

Do you tilt your head to the left or right when you kiss?: i dont pay attention enough to know

Would you like to take his last name when you marry?: FUCK no my last name will NOT be dawkins thats embarrassing :sob: we both mutually agreed that he'd take my last name he was like "yeah i dont blame you its ugly as hell"

Do you want kids?: cat children........and if he comes around to the idea maybe we could adopt an actual kid someday

Do you interlock fingers when you hold hands?: yes ABSOLUTELY

What’s a compliment you’d love to receive from a boy?: he always tells me random shit that absolutely kills me like he said my nose was the perfect shape one time like hello??? sir that is so random but also thank you?????? and he compliments my eyes a lot and bhsghfd.gs

What’s better, waking up to him in the morning, or falling asleep next to him at night?: falling asleep w him because i know his lazy ass will not wake up until like 1 pm if its morning

Any turn offs?: i am NOT answering that

What makes you blush?: i do not know how to answer this like. hello normal human things?

Coffee shop or dog park date?: field...

Big spoon or little spoon?: I WANNA BE BIG SPOON SO BAD BUT IM ALWAYS LITTLE SPOON BECAUSE IM SHORTER AUGH

What first catches your eye?: his eyes bbecause hes so prety

Would you enjoy it if he bought you flowers?: not a whole boquet because what the fuck would i do with that but if it was one flower id be like aw :( thank you :(:(

Do you think matching couple outfits are cute or cheesy?: honestly i fw those one time we matched pjs and it was some orange shirt and garfield pants i got him for christmas 4 him and then i wore some blue or white shirt and then blue star pants that he let me keep :3 we were matching pete the cat and garfield

Have you ever asked a boy out?: i mean technically he asked me out but i guess yeah

Which is cuter, him being confident, or shy?: CONFIDENT I LOVE WHEN HES CONFIDENT IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM COMFORTABLE

What’s one of your fave love songs?: a LOT but like out of our 50000 songs i might be a little biased but i like the one i wrote for him :3

mlm asks!

I never see these so I decided to make one lol~

Do you like resting your head in a boys lap, or on his shoulder?

Sweaters or hoodies?

Netflix or clubbing on a Friday night?

Denim or leather jackets?

What’s your favorite thing about boys?

How do you like your tea?

How do you like your coffee?

Favorite fall color?

Can you drive?

Do you have a crush?

What’s your favorite sport?

Are you a pastel, neon, or neutral color mlm?

Do you wear makeup?

Do you like boys taller or shorter than you?

Do you prefer hand kisses, or nose kisses?

What’s your favorite cologne smell?

Ideal date?

What’s more romantic: cabin getaway, or tropical vacation?

What’s your favorite mlm movie?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Have you ever been in love?

Do you like sitting in a boys lap, or do you prefer when a boy sits in yours?

Metal or cloth bracelets?

What’s one of your favorite memories of being in love?

Do you tilt your head to the left or right when you kiss?

Would you like to take his last name when you marry?

Do you want kids?

Do you interlock fingers when you hold hands?

What’s a compliment you’d love to receive from a boy?

What’s better, waking up to him in the morning, or falling asleep next to him at night?

Any turn offs?

What makes you blush?

Coffee shop or dog park date?

Big spoon or little spoon?

What first catches your eye?

Would you enjoy it if he bought you flowers?

Do you think matching couple outfits are cute or cheesy?

Have you ever asked a boy out?

Which is cuter, him being confident, or shy?

What’s one of your fave love songs?

[motherboardmania]

chronic sniffler.

soap and tissues thoughts under the cut

the thing abt soap n tissues is that theyve got like. Really opposite versions of the same problem. tissues' condition causes him to have problems with cleanliness, and soap's OCD (not canonically stated but. its pretty coded.) causes her to be obsessed with compulsively cleaning to the point of... putting hand sanitizer in pizza. Which is pretty bad.

shes clearly really afraid about potential contaminants which, yeah. OCD is based in fear and uncertainty. its not gonna be easy for her to manage it, even if she dumps all her cleaning supplies off a cliff. things Do need to be cleaned, and i feel like her avoiding cleaning supplies could easily result in a worse avoidance-based compulsion. (like, "oh theres sponges here. Sponges mean things need to be cleaned. things in here might be unclean, so i need to throw out the sponges." which isnt logical but OCD doesnt adhere to logic anyway.)

i think her tossing her cleaning supplies off the cliff was already a significant attempt to stop feeding into her contamination fear through compulsive cleaning! which is great. but i think it would be a great additional step for her to talk to tissues more often, especially because he was unfairly caught in the crossfire.

i think itd be cool for them to make amends. tissues could provide a healthy outlet for soap's urge to clean, and point out when she's being obsessive. n soap could help tissues out with cleanin up when hes havin trouble, and keep him company during flares bc sneezing, nausea, vertigo, + chronic pain is definitely something thats easier to cope with when youre not also lonely about it. At least for me. (coughs awkwardly.) point is i think them being friends would be good for both of them long term.

in FFF tissues noticably softens a little after bein referred to as a friend by fan, and like. emotional comfort definitely helps make the physical a little less bad. i like to think thats why he was able to fall asleep in the chair. also makes me think that maybe people dont consider him a friend nearly as much as hed like, and well that probably makes the chronic illness more frustrating.

idk. being disabled (whether that be mentally or physically) is rough. I want these two disabled girls to be nice to each other n help out where they can. i think they could make each others lives a little easier that way.

this is only like. 1/3 projection. im not going to lie n say im not projecting a little, but these two just happen to have similar problems i do. and i like them a lot for where i can relate, even if we def dont have the same personalities. its nice bein able to see myself in both of em. Also theyre underrated.

[letmerideitchris]

𐬺𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𐬺

Summary: Chris matt and nick get a new videographer, she is funny, smart and pretty, basically everything Chris could ever want in a girl. Chris finds it impossible to not fall for her…

Warnings: smut, blowjob, getting caught, cursing

Wc: 1014

“guys i dont want a new videographer, memo was the best and i dont think anyone could do what he did” chris says as he sits up from the couch

Nick rolls his eyes at chris’ comment. “chris you're gonna have to get over it because our new one is here in 15 minutes whether you like it or not.”

“maybe you will like him!” matt says trying to brighten the mood, but chris just scoffs and looks away

“matt what, you know its a girl right?” nick says looking at matt with a shocked expression

“really? Well thats good for a change of scenery i guess!” matt replies as he shrugs his shoulders

“this is dumb, i think i would rather stop filming content then get a new videographer”

“okay that is so dramatic get over yourself she’s here in probably 10 minutes now so put on a smile and dont be a bitch” nick snaps back

10 minutes later you arrive at their front door and hesitantly ring their door bell.

ding dong

“chris, how about you go and get the door because you're being such a whiny little baby” nick

“nick i swear to…okay ill do it.” chris sighs loudly as he walks downstairs towards their front door

Chris opens the door slowly to see the most gorgeous girl he has ever seen, the only thing hes thinking is all the things they can do together, but hes quickly taken out of his trance when y/n speaks up.

“hi im y/n! You must be… nick?” you

“h-hi yeah um nick.. I MEAN chris, yes, chris” “nice to meet you, y/n”

You chuckle “well lovley to meet you chris, would you like to take me upstairs to meet the other boys?”

“uhh YES of course i think they would love that” chris speaks up as he takes you upstairs to meet his brothers.

Chris is too stunned to speak properly, nick and matt meet you and they think you are great.

“sorry guys but it was kind of a long drive, would it be okay if i got some water please?”

“yeah no problem ill sort you out and give you a little tour of the place” matt replies walking in the direction of their fridge

“see chris, she doesnt seem bad at all, if anything she seems-”

“like my dream girl, yeah, i know, i dont know what to do” chris blurts out, feeling like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders from the confession.

“um so not what i was going to say but yeah okay! Your gonna have to hold all that in because i don't want you to fuck anything up and make it awkward” “oh god chris why are you sweating, you're gross go change” he says backing away from chris disgustedly

“i dont think that can happen nick but yeah ill get changed..” chris replies, aware of his sweaty clothes

Chris is opening his door with his top only half on

“shit! Oh hi sorry you gave me a shock.. How did you-” chris says as he slightly jumps back from his door frame

“matt said this was your room, i was just coming up to check it out, but that can wait for another time” y/n says apologetically “sorry I came up, that was dumb..”

“no it wasnt..” chris says reassuringly, slightly cutting her off

Your both standing there staring at eachother not knowing what to do, chris takes a slow step forward, you do the same, you continue looking at eachother until you hesitate.

“no, it was dumb, sorry, i will see you downstairs chris” y/n says quietly as she quickly walks away from chris

chris is left standing there wondering if he did anything wrong, guilt clouds his mind but he decides to make his way back upstairs all dressed.

“oh wow how nice of you to finally join us chris!” nick says whilst sarcastically clapping his hands

You are standing near the couch looking at him standing from the top of the stairs

“guys i need to go to the store to get some stomach medicine I'll be back” matt says grabbing his car keys

“matt are you kidding? Can your sore little stomach just wait?”

“no nick, it can't actually wait, that's why i am leaving now”

“god you are annoying, but i know you dont like driving alone so i will come…”

“arent you just a cutie!!” matt says jokingly and walks towards the door

“shut the fuck up or i am not coming, dont make it a big deal lets go”

Chris clears his throat “uhh so will me and y/n just like stay here” he speaks up

You both glance at eachother

“oh um yeah about that-” nick says quietly, only so matt can hear

“yes? What’s wrong with that? Whatever i am leaving now” matt

Nick stares at chris giving him a death stare as he leaves

The door shuts

Youre both sitting there awkwardly waiting for one of you to speak up

Chris breaks the silence “uh y/n… i am kinda sorry about before, i didnt mean to make things awkward”

“no, dont be sorry, i just didnt want your brothers to come up and see that.. But now they are gone.. So"

Chris swallows nervously as he looks at you with lust in his eyes

10 minutes later

All that can be heard from the living room is groaning and whimpering “mmph chris who knew in the first 30 minutes of knowing you i would be swallowing your dick” you say finally taking a breath

“youre good, a bit too good” chris says moaning “how many other guys have you done this to”

“well lets just say-”

Before you could answer you both here keys screwing into the front door, and faint talking from familiar voices

It opens

You are both staring at each other stuck on what to do as they hear footsteps coming up the stairs

“OKAY WHAT THE FUCK IT HAS BEEN 10 MINUTES CHRIS” nick says covering his eyes dramatically

divider credits @bernardsbendystraws

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Broken Bloodlines Chapter 6

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Hello everyone! Have a part 6!!!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44627188

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Right now the thing was put somewhere near the bridge with some of Maringands Blue and gray clad soldiers stationed around it.

Winton was gesticulating so wildly that it was plainly visible from even behind the tent.

Quite frankly he looked ridiculous and for a second I was sure I could have spied his monobrow from where I was.

Then he waved at the soldiers around the tarp while shouting something inaudible to me.

The soldiers he screamed at pulled at the tarp which dropped to the ground revealing-

Oh-

Oh no

Oh no no no

THAT could not be, no way, no!

The tarp had revealed another Ardua underneath it, albeit a lot smaller than me.

This one didn't look as green as me though, in fact it had more of a yellowish green hue with browns and a dark sand colored underside.

Aside from that he looked gaunt with only a half formed mane that had the color of brownish clay and he looked, for a lack of a better word, Wilted with his ribs sort of visible and a thin face.

He did wear an Ardua bracelet though and I questioned where they had gotten it or why this one was on Maringand’s side.

But from what I knew of Winton it was probably blackmail.

I couldn't say exactly how much smaller than me this one was but I was pretty sure it was only about half my size.

But i truly pitied the guy, Winton was a jerk and probably kept him locked away in the tower i had been trapped in before until he needed him.

Considering the tower was pretty dim and only had one window way too high up it was no surprise that this one looked so unhealthy.

Still that shouldn't distract me from the fact that this was an enemy, but if I got the chance I'd just turn the bracelet off his and then nab it so he wouldn't be able to shift anymore.

That way would probably minimize bloodshed, at least I hoped so.

I couldn't see Rikaad's face from here but I doubted he was happy about this development, hell I wasn't.

Both parties retreated back to their respective territories and all of the soldiers lined up, ready for the signal to fight.

At the sound of a horn both armies charged and a fight broke out.

With growing horror I realized that I had no idea what to do.

I looked around for a clue but the only thing I saw was Fable taking cover in a ditch and shooting arrows at the enemies that got too close for his liking.

What was I supposed to do? I was the only one here that received no training at all and I didn't even know what the general plan was!

FUCK FUCK FUCK wrong time and place for a panic attack!

“Donovan?”

I jumped at the sound and turned around to see Oakley standing there having just landed beside me.

“Oakley? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you throw explosives?”

He shook his head.

“I can do that in a few minutes, i'm here to check on you”

“On me? Why?”

“Well one; you are breathing heavily and two; There is another Ardua which can be quite jarring and I wanted to see if you were okay, especially with this one on the enemy side.

Look if you think you can't do this you can leave and i'll tell Rikaad, okay? 

I know you are not violent, you are kind at heart and a battle like this is no place for you”

That was the nicest Oakley had ever been, his voice had lost that teasing and amused edge it usually held and the entire birdlike demeanor had dropped.

As right as he was, I couldn't quit now, I'd be marked a coward for the rest of my life, not to mention that Fable was only here because I was here and I couldn't abandon him.

“I- thank you Oakley but i can't leave,  Fable is also here and that is only because of me! 

And aside from you I'm the only one that can fight that other Ardua, whether I want to or not I can't quit now!”

The smile reappeared on his face.

“I knew you wouldn't leave, now come on we have a battle to win!”

At the last sentence the cawing property of his voice came back and he swung himself into the air once more.

As weird as this had been, I felt better now, so it was time to face the other Ardua.

I sprang out from behind the tent with a roar just to scare the enemy soldiers, some of which actually dropped their weapons in shock.

For the moment i decided fuck looking like a good guy and bared my teeth in a horrible snarl.

So, where was that other Ardua?

I got distracted by a dull thunk sound and the feeling of pain in my shoulder.

Looking as to what was the cause I saw an arrow stuck in my flesh.

Oh right, the enemies had Bows too, fuck.

Well the arrows were barely toothpicks to me so it was annoying at best but they wouldn't be able to kill me.

Weird to think that an arrow able to kill a full grown man was barely a toothpick to me now.

While walking over the battlefield in search of the other Ardua a lot more arrows were shot at me but I didn't let that bother me even if the blood clumped my fur a little.

At some point something bigger than an arrow whizzed past me and as I looked I saw some of the Maringand soldiers literally throwing their blades at me as well as a variety of spears.

Some of them hit and caused cuts but as everything else these were rather superficial.

I roared at them and they immediately ran off.

Now off to find the other Ardua, where was he? Something the size of an Ardua couldn't just disappear, unless he shifted and was hiding and I had no idea what that one's human form looked like.

Oh no wait nevermind that, there he was! Cornered by approximately fifteen Kamerasca soldiers that had thrown spears at him.

He was also gearing up to pounce on them.

Oh no he wont!

I ran full sprint over the grassy field and headbutted the other Ardua away from the small humans.

He was smaller than I had originally anticipated so he flew straight into a boulder with his head first with more force than I had wanted.

It made a sick sounding and dull 

*THUMP* 

and the Ardua didn't get up again.

Oh no, was he dead? Please don't be dead, please don't be dead!

I went over to where the other had landed and could see that he was still breathing.

Ah just knocked out then, well that worked too.

It also worried me greatly how thin he was but I couldn't do anything about it.

Also on top of all that he was tiny, well tiny compared to me.

Standing he would barely reach the elbow of my Ardua form but he was still bigger than a horse.

I'd better drag him away from here now and then worry about the bracelet once I was sure I wouldn't get shot or stabbed in the meanwhile.

This did leave the question on how to transport the guy though.

Eh if cats did it i could too, so i bent down and grabbed the smaller Ardua with my teeth, being careful not to injure him further.

On top of being small compared to me he was also pretty damn light too.

I glared at some Maringand Soldiers and then set off to find a spot where I could take this one's Bracelet.

I didn't like how limp the smaller one just hung there and I especially didn't like how I could feel his individual ribs but I couldn't do anything about that.

I ran over the battlefield to the back of our side where it was extremely unlikely to come face to face with an enemy and then a bit further towards the slope that led to the castle.

Confusingly enough there was a limping figure coming down the hill dragging an unusually big sword behind them.

Nea! Wait she had been instructed to stay behind due to her foot what the hell was she doing?

Well it was Nea so it wasn't really surprising that she ignored orders if there was the prospect of kicking ass.

Also, I was actually lucky now that I thought about it.

With Nea there I had someone who could watch the unconscious Ardua after I took the bracelet and if Nea was watching what she probably considered a prisoner of war then she wouldn't walk into the battle!

Two birds with one stone! 

Though I wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to achieve with her oversized sword.

It was barely a minute until I reached her in the latter third of the slope and stoppen in front of her before laying the smaller Ardua gently on the ground in front of her.

“Nea! Thank god you are here! I need your help!”

She looked up at me with a fierce expression and leaned on the sword that was longer than she was tall, 

how she managed to swing that around was a mystery to me.

“Ya can count on me! So how can I help ya?”

She was already eyeing the smaller Ardua with a mixture of unabashed curiosity and what I could only describe as the want to hit something.

Well the last part wasn't new, but what i was about to tell her had to stay secret under any circumstance.

“Okay what i'm about to tell you HAS to stay a secret! Swear it!”

She blinked in surprise but could clearly tell how earnest I was.

“Alright, I'll swear it on my gramps' old Helmet! Now what is it big guy?”

That was probably the best swear to secrecy anyone could get from her considering how much her gramps dented old helmet meant to her.

“Okay these bracelets are the reason I can shift like this, but you have to have Fae blood or else it'll just kill you.

I'm going to make this one shift and then I want you to take the bracelet off and keep an eye on him, and do not give the bracelet to anyone but me or Oakley, and DON'T wear it!”

Her eyes went wide for a moment before it turned grim again and she nodded while saluting me.

“As ya say big guy!”

At her confirmation i bent down to the other Ardua and gently pulled the leg with the bracelet out from underneath him, idly noting he was wearing it on his left arm instead of the right one, and twisted the gem that put him back to a more human form.

He shrank more than I had originally anticipated and for a moment thought the guy just had dwarfism which would also explain why the Ardua form was so small.

But as Nea turned him over a little I saw that wasn't the case, at all.

This wasn't an adult, not at all, the boy looked to be somewhere between twelve and fourteen and seemed oddly familiar.

Then it hit me, I HAD seen this guy before! Back when I was led out of the Maringand tower he'd watched from one of the rooftops!

But what was he doing here now? And why?

I also got a flash of extreme hatred that was aimed toward Winton.

Sending a child to war? Really? That's how low he wanted to go?

Now it also made sense why this guy's Ardua form was so small! 

The little one was barely a cub!

OH he'd pay for that! 

Winton had fucked almost everyone i knew over and then some!

The fur on my neck raised and i bared my teeth angrily at the thought of being able to punt Winton into the fucking ocean.

“I'll have this covered! You go and kick ass!”

Nea called up to me and she didn't have to tell me twice!

Now fueled by rage I ran back into the battle where the Maringand army had now started to use their trebuchets.

Eh i could handle a rock thrown at me, after all couldn't be too different from the beatings i got as a bastard streetrat.

Somewhere to my left I could see Oakley fly by and then use his tail to fling those Granatas at a group of soldiers.

I noted he was careful not to do it near any of our own soldiers.

He threw some more and I looked away from that,  I wasn't keen on seeing people being torn to shreds in an explosion.

I ran full force into one of the enemy's catapults and toppled it over.

Since it was possible to put it upright again I decided to just tear it apart.

After all, from the time in the cave I knew I could bite through solid wood.

The wood crunched and splintered under my teeth and I could see some of the soldiers fleeing in a panic.

Fine by me, after all with what's happening right now they might be better off that way.

I roared as loud as I could at another group of soldiers that had attempted to sneak up to me with spears and half of that group retreated as well or held their hands over their ears.

At this point I was getting the hang of this, or it was more likely just adrenaline taking effect.

Whatever the cause, I'd continue till we won!

“DONOVAN WATCH OUT!”

I looked to where Oakley was shouting from and turned to my left only to be hit with a searing pain in my shoulder.

A burning net! And it was stuck to my fur!

Fuck Fuck Fuck!

I had to get that off! I tried to yank it off with my teeth but that only burned my tongue and gums.

Before I could come up with something else Oakley had landed on my back and was cutting the thing into tiny little pieces with his claw gauntlet so that they fell to the ground.

Luckily the only thing that happened was that most of my fur was singed and some bald spots.

“Thanks Oakley!”

He saluted as well as he could with his wings.

“No problem! They have a crossbow like contraption the size of a catapult back there, it's throwing the burning nets! You need to destroy it!”

Oh so that's what it was, and I agreed with Oakley,  a weapon like that needed to be destroyed!

Oakley himself flapped back in the air which was now easier for him seeing as he had exhausted his supply of Granatas.

He flew ahead to where the Net thrower was and I followed him while running over whatever was in the way as long as it was the enemies.

Oakley dodged a second burning net mid air and swooped lower to the ground only to be hit with another burning net that ensnared the entirety of him like an insect trapped in a spider's web.

“OAKLEY!” 

His wings had wrapped around himself and his legs were tangled with his tail, he couldn't free himself like that!

He fell out of the air and landed on the trampled grass with a pained screech.

A screech that only upped in intensity and sounded less and less human the longer it went on.

Some of the surrounding soldiers even stopped what they were doing while I ran to where the winged man had landed.

He was writhing in the burning net and screeching inhumanly and worst of all, was Burning like dry wood.

His skin blistered and then turned black and there was the cracking sound of firewood while he curled up like a drying leaf.

“NO!”

But it was too late, Oakley burned more and more in mere seconds before he fell apart into clumps of ash and the only thing that was left of him were the claw gauntlets.

I stared at it full stop for a good minute,  There was no way this pile of charcoal was Oakley.

So his element had been earthen like me.

I felt strangely empty at first but that soon turned to Rage.

Oakley had been the one to help me with the bracelet!  Oakley had offered me a place to stay even if i ended up not needing it, Oakley had made sure i was alright before the battle, Oakley had always made sure I was okay even if I now realized it way too late.

And he gifted me the bracelet even though he had no reason to.

I turned around with absolute hatred in my eyes, that fucking Net thrower HAD to be destroyed, no not just destroyed, 

Eliminated so it was unrecognizable!

“ROOOAAARRR!!!!!”

At the loud sound every Soldier and Guard near me fled as fast as they could whether it was friend or foe but I found I didn't care much.

I turned in the direction of the Net thrower and charged forward in an irregular zig-zag pattern.

That way they wouldn't be able to hit me.

Eyes narrowed, I barreled as hard as I could into the hellish contraption and started tearing it apart with all I had.

Teeth, claws or brute force every piece of the thing that had killed Oakley was rendered to pieces in my rage and I even ended up breaking some solid metal thing in two which sent a good part of soldiers deserting.

Good.

I stood upon the wreckage and let out an ear splitting loud Roar once again

“RRAAAAHHHHRR”

I stared challengingly at every gray clad soldier I saw who all turned tail when they noticed me looking at them.

Looking from the vantage point of the destroyed net thrower I tried to spy anything familiar, be it a friend I could help or winton himself who I definitely was going to kick off his High horse, both literally and figuratively.

Huh, we had gotten really close to the river while fighting, oh no wait I had actually crossed it at some point during my rage.

When did that happen? 

Well nevermind that i needed to help Kamerasca.

There were still plenty of enemy catapults and the like so I'd better start taking those out.

Since I was on this side of the river now there were plenty to topple over and at this point most people lept out of the way instead of trying to shoot or stab me.

Aiming for the nearest catapult I sprinted towards it and rammed it shoulder first.

I'd feel all of that the next day for sure.

I tore this one into pieces as well and then kicked one of the spare boulders into a weapons cart.

I really had never realized how strong the Ardua form really was and to be honest I was pretty sure for any onlooker it was absolutely terrifying.

Well Maringand also was currently trying to take over Kamerasca but there was no way I'd let them!

Kamerasca was not only my home but it finally felt like one too! and I was not going to let anyone take that from me!

I growled at a group of gray clad soldiers with halberds that had mustered the courage to get closer to me and they immediately ran off.

I heard someone shout my name nearby and I turned to look.

“Donovan! There you are you- whoa you look terrifying what the fuck?!”

It was Norrin, and some of the other core Guards but there were less than I remembered, I didn't dwell on that.

“What is it? Are there more net throwers?”

I might have sounded more grimm than I intended to but to Norrin's credit he didn't flinch.

“Donovan do you see Rikaad anywhere? We got separated and I lost sight of him, please tell me you know where he is''

Rikaad was alone out there? Oh hell no, as capable as he was I'd rather he had the Guard with him.

Especially after Oakley died, I did not want to lose anyone else today.

My head shot up as much as it could and I scanned the area to try and spot Rikaad anywhere.

At first I didn't see him and only some skirmishes between soldiers but then I did manage to spot him.

He was quite a bit away and currently fending off three other soldiers.

The three soldiers weren't doing so well against him though and soon enough he had stabbed one in the knee and another where the upper arm plate met the chestplate, 

both went down and the third one futilely tried to hold his ground.

The last of the soldiers also went down after Rikaad lopped his hand off.

Eugh, that Image would follow me into my dreams for sure.

“He's over there!”

I pointed in the direction Rikaad was in and then I noticed a group of at least thirty Maringand soldiers were going in the direction of Rikaad.

Whether they knew he was there or not didn't matter to me. 

I darted past Norrin, who had set himself into motion as well,  towards Rikaad’s position.

I reached him in barely a minute and saw he was still pretty okay.

He only had one scratch on his face which was barely bleeding

And while there was blood on his armor it was clear it wasn't his own,  as dark as the implications of that were.

“Rikaad! Thank fuck you're okay! Let's go there are thirty soldiers coming right in this direction we should go and regroup!”

He didn't look exactly surprised at seeing me, but that was largely due to me having ditched being quiet, and then nodded.

“Good idea! Have you seen the Guards?”

I pointed the way I came from and Rikaad immediately went to jog in that direction.

Oh so that was why he still had so much energy, 

he was jogging instead of full on sprinting.

He really was something else.

We met up with Norrin pretty quickly considering he was walking towards us.

The rest of the Guard was also there and we were eight people total.

Rikaad immediately took the reins on what to do.

“Okay this is chaos, but good job taking out the catapults Donovan-”

I couldn't help but smile at the praise.

“- now we just have to find Winton, he's got to be somewhere even if i wouldn't put it past him to ditch the battle entirely.

Donovan, do you know where Oakley is? 

We could use someone with wings”

My face immediately fell, he didn't know, well why would he?

They had been on basically opposite sides of the battlefield.

“Donovan?”

It must have been pretty obvious that something had happened in my expression.

“I- Rikaad Oakley is Dead- he- he burned like dry leaves after he got hit by one of those fire nets”

For just a second there was a crack in his tough facade.

“...so that's what that screeching sound was…”

I nodded sadly, I still couldn't really believe it, it happened so fast too!

Way too fast, a normal being of flesh and blood didn't burn like that.

Then again Oakley had never been normal.

Rikaad spoke up again.

“We still have to find Winton, he has to be somewhere after all!

Maybe if we find Arthur he’ll have an idea”

Oh right, Arthur was also somewhere but I hadn't seen him since all of this chaos started.

I hoped he was okay.

“Well i have no idea where he is, i haven't seen him since this started, hell i haven't even seen Fable!”

Fable! Oh god, he was only here because of me and I didn't even know where he was!

Why did I have to be such an idiot?

Well nothing to do about that right now.

Rikaad turned to me.

“Well, can you see him anywhere? You are the tallest here”

I strained my neck and tried to spy over the carnage if I could catch a glimpse of the Blonde idiot.

I didn't see him but at this point there was a ton of stuff scattered over the field and it was possible he was behind something.

Then I realized that just because the Ardua form was four legged didn't mean I couldn't just stand up on two legs.

Sometimes i really was dumb.

So I stood up on my hind legs to look over the battlefield which probably looked horrifying for some of the soldiers running around.

Eh, not my problem, right now I had to find Arthur.

In my head I was Quietly chanting please be okay, please be okay while I was looking around for fear I would only see a corpse.

I had already lost Oakley, I didn't know if I could handle losing another friend.

At first I couldn't see him but eventually I did,  He was beating some soldiers' faces concave with his fists.

He had an animalistic look on his face and was really going at it.

Yeah I doubted he was okay right now.

And to top it all off he had cornered what looked to be some of Wintons Guard between two boulders,  and both of them looked absolutely spooked.

Oh right they were there when he ‘died’ and probably assumed he was a vengeful spirit.

To be fair he currently looked like one as he was partially covered in pale sand from the river and him beating that one Guard like a raging animal.

Somebody ought to stop him though.

“I see him, he’s Rabid or something and beating Winton’s Guards like a madman”

“Really? What way?”

Rikaad called up and I pointed to where Arthur was.

“He's over there by some- FABLE!”

Somewhere behind Arthur and slightly to the left right next to the river was Fable, he was limping and fending off four soldiers with his Rapier.

It was clear he'd been doing it for a while as he had to back up more and more getting ever closer to the river which would mercilessly drag him away and under.

I jumped forward and started running away only hearing Rikaad call out to me once before I was too far away to completely hear what he said.

“DONOVAN DON'T!-”

I didn't understand the rest of it nor did I care, I NEEDED to get to Fable!

I couldn't bear to Lose Fable too!

I just bolted to where I had seen Fable, not caring what was in the way.

I body checked another enemy catapult on the way though and it toppled over with a satisfying crash.

I swerved to the left to run along the raging river and avoid any more stuff in my way aside from the Rocks sticking out of the sand and mud.

Fable was still a good ways away though and near cornered by the enemy soldiers even though he'd managed to behead one in the short amount of time I hadn't had him in my sights.

Parrying another onslaught from the soldiers he was forced even further back to where the ground became unstable.

Then the Soldier next to the one with the sword pulled a crossbow and shot it into Fable’s foot,  Piercing it right through the top of it and robbing him of the rest of his balance.

The ground gave out underneath him and he fell into the Violent waters of the stream.

“NO!”

He went under for just a second and I lost sight of him for a horrifying and near heartstopping moment.

Then he resurfaced a good ways downstream,  clinging to one of the jagged rocks that split the water.

Oh thank god!

I didn't stop running though as Fable was still in the midst of a raging mass of water and from what it looked like he had trouble holding onto the wet and slick stone.

“FABLE! HOLD ON I'LL GET YOU!”

He looked at me for a split second and then continued to try and get on the stone itself.

I didn't really have a plan on how exactly to get to him as the river was actually too wide to jump the distance in this spot.

Well since I had to get in the water anyway…

I jumped in at roughly the same spot Fable had fallen in and swam to the left as best as I could while the current pushed me downstream faster than I had anticipated.

I ended up ramming the boulder Fable clung to and almost shook him off but managed to snag part of his tunic with my teeth.

Luckily it was a very sturdy fabric so it didn't tear but holding onto Fable with only my teeth clamping shut on part of his sleeve was far from safe.

Despite the water pressing me painfully against the stone I managed to heave myself up a little and drag Fable to a position where he could stand on the rock itself even if there was little space.

With his other arm he grabbed a handful of fur on my face to stabilize himself as the stone was still extremely slippery.

At least he wouldn't fall immediately back into the river now.

But what to do next?

We were essentially stuck here and glancing to both sides of the  riverbank I could see that almost all of the soldiers had retreated further upstream.

So there was no one to help us, not that they could in a short amount of time anyway with how wild the water was.

So we had to help ourselves, But Fable was exhausted and had a crossbow bolt in his foot, 

so there was no way he could do anything to help.

I looked further downstream to see if there was anything useful but the only thing I could see was the river ending abruptly with a bit of steam coming up.

Oh right, there was a waterfall,  and if I remembered correctly it was about fify feet tall.

But there also was nothing dangerous underneath it,  just the basin like indent in the land where the water came down.

Still the fall and current could kill a man,  so good thing I was an Ardua right now!

Ardua were sturdy fucks after all, even Oakley had said i was more durable like this so i’d, hopefully, survive.

Though Fable wasn't an Ardua, hell he didn't even have a Bracelet and simply holding onto him wouldn't work,  the water would rip him from me before I could blink.

No, holding him was not going to be feasible, not to mention that I needed all of my limbs to try and steer where I was going.

Well, only one thing I could really do.

Looking around again to make sure nobody was looking at us I turned back to fable who was still unsteadily holding on to me and bleeding from multiple sources.

Opening my maw I took his upper half inside as that was all I could reach while the water pressed me against the rock.

Fable froze in what I assumed was surprise and I managed to get a little more of him inside my mouth,  always being careful not to injure him further with my teeth.

I would have liked to talk to Fable first but considering that all of that Ardua stuff came from his side of the family he'd know he would be safe.

Tipping my head back I managed to bring all of Fable inside who still didn't protest about the rather undignified treatment.

Now that finally all of the tall elf was in my mouth I tipped my head back again and swallowed.

As it turned out the river water Fable was soaked in made this entire thing a whole lot easier.

Normally the dry clothing would drag uncomfortably but at least that wasn't a problem now,  I just hoped I didn't put too much pressure on any of Fable’s wounds.

I swallowed again to keep things moving and then again a few seconds later after which Fable slipped into my pouch.

As soon as I was sure that Fable was secure where he was,  I leaned to one side of the stone and slid back into the water.

The River immediately pulled me downstream ever closer to the waterfall.

I managed to spare a paw to press in at my probably confused occupant.

“Don't worry, i've got you now”

I got dunked repeatedly under water by the current and in some spots had to fight to stay afloat.

But in the end I always managed to breach the surface again no matter how many times the angry river tried to pull me under.

I sincerely hoped the ride wasn't too rough for Fable.

Fable himself was just calmly lying at the bottom of the pouch, well,  what currently was the bottom at least, and barely moving.

Has he passed out? 

I hoped not as that would mean he needed medical care even sooner.

I got pulled under again and when I resurfaced the waterfall was right in front of me, Roaring like a dragon.

Oh that would definitely hurt no matter how I landed on the water.

It was only a second after that thought crossed my mind that I was pushed over the edge along with uncountable tons of water.

Free falling down towards the ocean,  I was suspended in the air for just a moment.

Was this what flying was like? No wonder Oakley had done it so much, and to flex on us as well, it was Oakley after all.

Then I hit the water, the initial impact almost pushing all of the air out of my lungs before I somehow ended up underwater again.

Swimming back up I spat the saltwater that had gotten into my mouth out and turned towards the shore next to the waterfall but still far enough that no current would drag me away again.

Going ashore again, I really wanted to rest but I couldn't.

Fable was still in my pouch and weirdly calm about it aside from some trembling which I attributed to the rough ride from falling down the waterfall.

Also there was still a Battle just up the cliff and Rikaad probably needed help unless he already found Arthur.

Still at this point i was exhausted as well and breathing heavily, going back like this probably wasn't a smart idea, i needed at least a little rest.

I'd give myself seven minutes before I would start to climb the cliff back up again, this time on the Kamerasca side as I wasn't keen on getting shot while climbing.

Landing on solid ground would hurt a lot more than landing in water.

I spent those seven minutes in near silence and trying to calm my breathing and heartbeat.

Fable was also silent but that wasn't too unusual for him, besides it was possible that his mind was still reeling from falling down the waterfall.

Mine was for sure but i couldn't waste anymore time,  They needed me up there and not at the bottom of a cliff.

I did spare a moment to reassure Fable though as he'd been shifting his hand over the walls of my pouch for a bit now, probably restless.

“Don't worry, i'll get us out of here and back up, and after this is over i'll get you to a medic”

After that I tackled the dilemma of actually getting up there again, 

which meant climbing the cliff.

Oh fuck that wasn't going to be easy.

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[bunnieswithknives]

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[ilynpilled]

jaime turning women down constantly more bc he is very monogamous and in love with someone else right now for the first time and is also kinda scared of actually having sex with someone other than cersei is sm better to me than “i respect the kg vows of chastity so intensely rn actually because i changed into a good and serious person” or whatever lol

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EDYN TIDESTRIDER, CHALLENGER OF THE UNDERSEA, RIVAL OF THE DEEP. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR BROTHER WAS CHOSEN TO BE A WEAPON OF THE GODS? HOW WILL YOU UNDO WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO HIM?

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

Okay challenge mode. You are a therapist and Eridan Ampora from Homestuck has just walked right out of his intro page into your office. How do you fix him?

put him and karkat in a room with a pile of stuff and tell them they can't leave until they've jumped into it and talked about their feelings

[storywestistrash]

watched mouthwashing finally. the fact that i saw people be more aggressive towards curly than jimmy is kinda strange. kinda real weird

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

.

over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

.

you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

.

you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

.

you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

.

this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

.

you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[imavikingo]

I said this in tags on another post, but it’s relevant and deserves its own post (I should be reading my usual pre- sleeping fic selection, BUT! I had this revelation -being sleepy is useful once again! -)

They NEEDED Steve to disappear, to be gone. To never care about Bucky anymore. That way they could treat Bucky as they see fit, and that means treating him like shit.

Steve would NEVER accept or allow Bucky to make amends, he would NEVER let the government take care of Bucky or be part of his “rehabilitation” in any way shape or form. That’s why he became Nomad, that’s why Bucky stayed in Wakanda. He would had fight with teeth and nails for Bucky.

“He died already more than once! He was a victim! A prisoner of war. He saved the fucking universe. What the fuck do you mean with amends!”

He became a wanted criminal for that same reason, to not let them have Bucky (nor other people in a fucking watchlist)

They needed Steves relationship with Bucky to become bitter, to be nothing more than a memory.

Steve being in retirement wouldn’t have cut it and…

Bucky was always going to follow Steve, no matter what.

So they needed him to stay alone (or with a companion that didn’t really care as much as Steve, enter Sam)

This way they killed two birds with one stone in Endgame: Reinforcing Steves “love” for Peggy, because “he’s NOT gay, you guys!”, and the partial isolation of Bucky.

[seawing-vibes]

Some sillay doodles!! Qinterwatcher + trans jade-winglet doodles <3 I tend to do these silly (very off model & probably real out of character) jade winglet doodles as warm ups & cool downs after bigger drawings !! They’re fun to do

[tsukasalover]

I can think of a lot of reasons why I like and have gotten attached to tsukasa more than any other fictional character and i think if i had to keep it simple (or else id be rambling for hours) id say

1. He’s so interesting. I usually pick up the extremely mischaracterized blonde characters anyways but he gets my brain working real hard. its almost 2am and i cant think straight but theres something about his duality that keeps me glued to him and the amount of Layers he has and how removing even one layer or completely ignoring how both his huge ego and kindness + selflessness coexist can really mess up your perception of him. There was something quite short i wrote about how both sides make him. Well. Him. back when his colofes dropped since i was so annoyed at the people Not getting it (while most never even read the STORIES 😁) anf ive been screaming this for a year now Please. Also the way his dream and being a good big brother go hand in hand have captured me. I really like fictional siblings and they fill something personal i miss and Looove looking at the roots of characters. Discovering where this and that and connecting events to what started their behaviors or helped their personality bloom. So seeing saki and toya play such an important role in his life keeps me HOOOKEDDD. I took the bait like tiny fish. Dont regret it. Never will. I like my fictional characters like layered cake. Thats basically how i see them. I had a yummy chocolate cake with so mant layers the other day 🤤 but anyways. I also really like when characters have to learn and grow as people after making really bad mistakes or being straight up assholes so it really took a while even after mainstory but once i got to see more of him with saki and read dazzling i was like. This is the guyyy. Youre mine now lets go. I dont like perfect characters but.. you see.. when characters who have (sometimes way too much) confidence and are dramatic yet are shown to truly be good people who enjoy making others happy… alright.. now im listening… Sign me up…

But really he has almost everything I’ve ever looked for in a character. Starting with the fact that he’s a theatre kid. And blonde. Of course emu nene and rui + more fictional characters have made their way into my heart and ive gotten attached to them on very Very personal levels but when it comes to this Idiot who wants to be a star and reminds me of a dog its something that i dont even know how to explain sometimes. Why is he here? What are you doing inside of my head. Ill never have one solid answer because he takes up too much space in my mind and i become incoherent too often when talking about him.

2. Ignoring my first answer, He is ugly. My favorite punching bag. Cartoon character. Begins floating when he smells pie. I dont know anymore

3. he just like me fr (Which is terrible i dont like that)

[sonknuxadow]

sorry im convinced that a decent chunk of scourge fans either havent read the comics at all or just made up a guy in their head to give scourge's design to because why do so many people keep trying to make him into a traumatized sadboy. "scourge isnt evil hes actually just deeply traumatized and lashing out because hes sad" no hes not hes literally just an asshole ????? what

[moeblob]

I'm on an OC kick and also super indecisive so I spun a wheel (thank you for choosing for me, RNG).

Ricardo is a body guard and is bffs with Marlo. Ricardo's current job is watching after a celebrity's daughter who the public doesn't know even exists. She's just a teenage girl vibing with her mom and getting texts and calls from her dad (who loves her a whole lot and keeps her out of the spotlight very purposefully) and has this bodyguard and his weird friend. Marlo is just vibing with his best friend.

(Also Marlo would absolutely laugh if he heard Ricardo say "someone called me eye candy and it wasn't you and now I think you should call me that")

[shitty-goose-quack]

the way she smiled when she picked up the phone really inspired me lol