#i was tryin to do something more elaborate BUT

[preeningpisces]

Toji NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate/write something about any of these 🖤

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

✦ Controversial, but I don’t see Toji as a hard daddy dom sadist. Toji sleeps on women’s couches through seduction, which to me suggests that Toji knows how to make a woman comfortable enough to let him not only fuck her, but BUM on her couch. When he’s in secure-a-couch mode he’s very charming in a nonchalant cool guy kind of way; the type that makes you secretly want to impress them

✦ He’s observant, and usually has a good guess as to what someone likes off first impressions alone—most of the time, he’s spot on too. He can absolutely be the hard dom, but he can also be a smooth talking, slow paced partner as well

✦ That stuff doesn’t really make a difference to him, tbh. Believes “even bad sex is good sex” & doesn’t have strong preferences. At the end of the day, as long as he gets to cum & get his ego stroked bc he blew his partner away, he’s satisfied

✦ He has no qualm with you taking the lead - this mfer the type to lean back against the headboard with his arms folded behind his head, and a cocky smile like he’s ready for a show

✦ He’s prideful tho, so I don’t think he’d be ok with being extremely submissive - he’ll relent to a certain degree, but you’re not going to get much begging beyond a simple ‘please’ or two

✦ If he’s tryin to couchsurf you bet your ass he’s all about your pleasure LOL - in normal circumstances, he definitely prefers the focus to be equal

✦ TBH when he’s genuinely feeling a romantic connection he doesn’t immediately have sex. Since sex has been a tool he uses, he has no desire to rush things with you. The waiting makes it more special for him—he’d die before admitting that though. Go to therapy bitch

✦ Very very skilled, that much is obvious, and he loves to show it off. The king of “you’ve never come from head?” and then making you see stars, and come so hard it almost hurts

✦ Loves coming on your face—stick your tongue out, and give him a pretty smile. He might just get hard again

✦ One of those dudes that’s obsessed with the physics of things. Like smacking your ass just to see it jiggle, or grabbing it and jiggling it with his hands. He’ll squeeze your lower belly pooch and use it as leverage, rolling his eyes when you bat his hand away or get embarrassed

✦ NGL I see him loving older women. My heart just tells me. They usually have nicer couches for him to sleep on, maybe even a guest room (which makes him bust right off the bat), and are typically more of a challenge. He needs a sugar momma. Thinks it’s especially hot when an older woman calls him daddy

✦ He’s a fucking asshole, and has an infidelity kink; loves being the married woman’s side piece, and loves being present when the husband finds out even more

✦ He’s secretly messy as hell, I just know he loves gossip & pretends he doesn’t. Loves trashy reality tv but acts like it’s stupid. I see you Toji Fushiguro

✦ Changes positions often, honestly he just likes to flex how strong he is. It don’t matter how big you are, you are getting full Nelson’d, fucked against the wall, thrown over his shoulder, etc. Especially likes doing this with heavier ppl because they don’t think he can, so he’s gotta prove them wrong

[ahgasegotarmy116]

He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Four

Summary: You paths cross again in an unexpected way and you're not sure what to make of it all. Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 1.5K~ Warnings: Implied yändere and mentions of signs of trauma because of it. (nothing too extreme) a/n: I wanted to put out another chapter but felt like it ended at a good point so I stopped it a bit short but the next chapter should be a bit longer to make up for it. Thanks for all the love and support on this story so far 🥰

"I'll be there in a second" I yell towards the front door, grabbing my purse so I can give the delivery guy a tip. Ruffling through it I look through all of the possible pockets in it to try and find the cash I had set aside for times like this but I can't for the life of me find it. 

"Perfect" I mutter to myself and roll my eyes, accepting defeat and walking over to open the door. "Hey Ian I'm so sorry I forgot to grab some cash I-" I start to ramble off before the person who I thought would be our regular delivery boy turns around. "You're not Ian" I say with a smile when I see who has happened to show up on my doorstep. 

"No I'm not, but you can call me that if you'd like" Jungkook says with a warm smile. "Hello Jungkook" I say, crossing my arms and leaning up against the door frame.

"What are you doing here?" I ask eyeing him head to toe for a second before looking back up at him. "Um, delivering groceries?" he chuckles holding up the bags with a crooked smile. "Where's Ian?" I laugh, all my worries from today suddenly fading into the background. "Sick, I picked up his shift" he explains and I nod my head in acknowledgement.

"So should I leave these out here or?" he asks trialing off and looking past me into my apartment. "He's not here if that's what you're wondering" I say, widening the door and stepping aside so he can get a full view of the place. 

"So can I come in? You know, so I can carry your groceries into the kitchen for you" he says, holding up the bags again. I stick my head out into the hallway, checking both sides of it and take a glance at the parking lot behind him before even bothering to say something. 

"Y/n" he says and I stand up straight again, my posture gone a bit stiff from the suggestion. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable I ca-" "No! No, um, it's fine you can come in" I say before stepping back and letting him through. 

"This is a really nice place you have here" he compliments, standing and waiting for me to lead the way. "Yeah, I like to keep things more on the simple side" I say in reference to the neutral color story I have going on in the living room. "It makes things a bit less distracting while I'm writing" I explain while he follows behind me. 

"Understandable" he responds, nodding as he walks into the kitchen. I stand there and stop for a second, starting to rethink my decision of letting him inside. "Y/n?" Jungkook says knocking me out of my train of thought. "Yes?" I answer, blinking a few times to bring myself back. 

"You're breathing really fast, are you okay?" he questions, putting the groceries down on the counter behind him. "No, yeah I'm fine" I say clearing my throat and turning around to grab a few glasses out of the cabinet. "Water?" I question and he nods his head wordlessly, leaning up against said counter while he studies me. 

"What?" I asked with an amused smile, trying to cover up the weirdness I had caused moments ago. "No, it's nothing" he says while I walk over and hand him the glass. "I may not know you that well but I do know when people are lying to me" I say, raising an eyebrow at him before taking a sip of my water. 

"I'm just trying to figure you out" he explains. "Care to elaborate?" I say and lean up against the counter opposite of him. "It's just that the way you've been reacting to me being here has gone from surprised, to pleased, to scared, to nervous, to downright terrified, and now you're clearly trying to mask all of that from me" he lists off. 

"That is," I pause, clearing my throat, "That is quite an elaboration". "I'm right though aren't I?" he says, taking a sip of his. "In a few words yes, I guess you're right" I admit, deciding to be truthful since deep down I know he's someone I can trust. "Is that because of him?" he says, nodding towards a picture frame of tae and I from a couple of summers ago; when things were still good between us. 

"Yes" I admit, "You know you don't have to be right? You shouldn't have to be with someone you're scared of" he says, clearly wanting to help me. "He's my husband Jungkook" I say, hoping he'll leave it alone. "Do you know how sad you look when you say that?" he questions, calling me out. "Why do you care so much? I mean I'm just a girl you met in a bar, why have you taken such an interest in me?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest. 

"I told you. I'm in the market for a new best friend" he says giving me a sad smile and pushes himself off the counter. "You're leaving?" I question, following him as he walks out of the kitchen. "Well yeah, I'm on the clock" he says while fixing the vest and hat he's wearing with the grocery store's name on it. 

"One more thing. You know you're a woman right? Not a girl" he says, making me tilt my head in confusion. "Meaning?" I question. "You said you were just some girl I met in a bar. You're a woman y/n. One that's more than capable of making her own decisions" he says walking towards the door.  

"T-tell Ian I hope he gets well soon" I stammer, caught off guard by his statement. "And I'm sorry I didn't have the money to tip you. Seems like I-" "Forgot to grab some cash" he says, finishing my sentence for me. "Yeah" I say, happy to know he had been paying attention from the start. "I'll let him know" he says while opening the front door while I follow behind him. 

"You know how you could make it up to me though?" he says with a lilt in his voice. "And what might that be?" I question, leaning up against the door frame just as I had done before. "Well you could start by answering my emails" he says, nodding towards my laptop on the desk behind me. 

"I'm sorry I-" "Apology accepted" he answers, cutting me off before I can even try to come up with an excuse. "Whats your email address?" I ask, making sure I'll know exactly what I'm looking for. "I'm sure you'll find me" he finishes, sending me a wink before turning to leave. 

I watch him as he goes, not even bothering to look back as he makes his way down the steps at the end of the hallway or even when he gets in his car. 

"Who's the handsome gentleman love?" Mrs. Mitchell says, making me jump. "He's um, he's a friend" I say, watching him drive out of the parking lot before turning my focus to her. "Looks like he might want to be a bit more than friends though" she says, fully admitting to watching our exchange.

"You don't think I would-" "No I don't love, don't worry. Even if you did I wouldn't blame you." she says looking down and grabbing one of my hands that I didn't even realize had been shaking and holding it in both of her hands. 

"I've never said anything to you because I was hoping that you would come to the conclusion sooner or later but you really should start thinking about yourself and your wellbeing instead of the loyalty you feel you must hold up when it comes to Taehyung. No one should have to live like this" she finishes and places a hand on my shoulder before heading back into her apartment, leaving me out in the hallway with my thoughts. 

I stand there for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before finally heading back inside and closing the door behind me.

Sitting down at my desk I open my laptop and pull up my email account and start scrolling until I find one email address that stands out. 

jkjkjk.97  with a subject line titled "Best friend application"  "How charming" I mutter to myself before clicking on it. 

Dear y/n,

I'm not even sure if you'll ever get a chance to read this but I hope you got home safe. 

I enjoyed talking to you and I hope that maybe we could do it again sometime? As just friends you know, I feel like both of us are in need of a good friend. I know I am.

Anyways, I hope I'll hear back from you soon but if not then I hope you take good care of yourself and know that I'll always be rooting for you. 

From your (best?) friend,

Jungkook

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[sturnioz]

a brief insight to the pinterest boards i got going on.

chris and bun

https://pin.it/6TyWNTtl7 (mhm yeah)

https://pin.it/7oUpH27mw (the clear discomfort of getting off me pls in his face like cmon)

https://pin.it/T1vrm9Wip (he’s on a bad comedown, she’s just sleepy)

https://pin.it/3dGJl6WHG (this is on his ig)

https://pin.it/bpfP1JNCM (bun took off in a full sprint after this after he swooped on her ass)

https://pin.it/3F8SEh3Uf (she’s tired and pouty, doesn’t wanna walk anymore, kitty takes this cause it looks like such a cute moment but really he’s telling her she has 2 seconds before he’s leaving her)

https://pin.it/6JtTjMS3L (rare moment and she is not moving a muscle)

https://pin.it/68AuR2gbI (self explanatory. theyre in a store and she forces him to take this for her photo dump)

https://pin.it/4AOjiY9lA (yeah.)

https://pin.it/1MuOkMdiE (he’s high and fidgeting, doesn’t even realise until he hears her take the picture then he’s shoving her away)

https://pin.it/3oQ5aopOT (also yeah)

https://pin.it/34dvbEPBe (do i need to elaborate)

https://pin.it/79yGWJo8d (she just wanted to show her pretty nails)

https://pin.it/5OQfQY3UB (they had a tshirt painting day at the frat, bun got really sad after this cause she had a really good idea and he ruined it)

https://pin.it/7A8CprfKh (bun took this but instead of studying he’s bagging shit up at her apartment and her cat looked really cute it def wasn’t cause of chris!)

bonus bun and nate! (kitty is the one reaching to stop him) - https://pin.it/1qq1nofXe

let me know which ones stood out, if u want more, if im crazy. i have these for bun and nate being goofballs. kitty and matt. bee and nate. bee and bun. nick and kitty. just a lot.

- 🫧

each link and my comments on them are under the cut !

╰› LINK 1. yk i've seen this photo sooo many times while trying to find pics that give off their vibe ... the fact that you've sent this makes me think its a sign.

╰› LINK 2. (this link didn't work for me </3)

╰› LINK 3. i lowkey can see this happening. like ... his comedown is so bad that he needs to just lay down in bed and do nothing, and of course bun is always exhausted from her busy week that she can't help but just sleep with him. somehow ends up shuffling a lil too close in her sleep..

╰› LINK 4. love this one SO much .. might have to use it in a ig post me thinks.

╰› LINK 5. ok the only way i could ever think of bun doing this in the first place is either cos a dare or she's just high on adrenaline for whatever reason. like maybe shes just had a really good day with the group and she can't help but be buzzy and excited !! laughing and giggling !!! jumping and bouncing around !! only to accidentally hit chris in the ass with her foot and darting away once he literally whipped around.

╰› LINK 6. kitty thinking its such a cutesy lil moment between them two not realising that chris is literally like "if y'don't get up, kid. i am leavin' you here, yeah? you understand? move."

╰› LINK 7. no like she'd be deadweight on him. im not kidding. legs and arms all limp while he's just grumbling like he didnt just throw her up there.

╰› LINK 8. this is in her moodboard i have !!!! i have yet to use it hehe

╰› LINK 9. yeah.

╰› LINK 10. hear me out. before he's shoving her away, as soon as he hears the camera shutter go off and notices what hes doing, he just squeeze her foot so hard that she just starts squealing and kicking her legs. saying something like "yeah.. s'what you get for tryin' to pull some shit, kid."

╰› LINK 11. this was taken five seconds before she was yanked down the bed by her ankles.

╰› LINK 12. (this link didn't work for me </3)

╰› LINK 13. mhmhmhm !!!

╰› LINK 14. she'd literally start crying i fear.

╰› LINK 15. this lowkey gives me more kitty and matt vibes actually !!

╰› LINK 16. YES !!!

[weirdmageddon]

ur davejade posting has me Remembering and goddddd. theyre so good. thank u

i want to make a davejade analysis masterpost but the funniest thing with these asks is that theyre the ones that really prompt me to put my thoughts together in some direction and i ALWAYS find a new implication or connection to talk about. like while i’m writing the connections will just make themselves known. if i made a masterpost i’d have to update it every time i think of something new which defeats the purpose of a masterpost because it’d never be finished. so i just like to spitball into separate posts and just shove them in my davejade tag. i was NOT expecting to get back into homestuck with davejade at the forefront but i can see things now i didnt then

im gonna go off again because it’s so obvious to me on this jumpy scrambled “reread” that dave has a fat fucking heart-on / affection erection for jade. hes tryin soo hard to be cool but hes like this with jade actually behind the screen and she knows it

words and deeds of a court jester dude who totally has a crush on his childhood internet friend and doesnt acknowledge it (btw this is woefully incomplete for the sake of brevity but i could elaborate in another post. i actually have a draft (edit: posted) with a shit ton of more analysis stuff in it on why he acts differently with her than other characters):

the next day (chronologically) when jade messages him:

hussie commentary: “Dave's one-pixel-smile there means that there are literally more than ten thousand drawings on the internet of Dave and Jade kissing. That pixel literally made that happen.”

i mean … it sure is easy to assume how he feels about jade based on the way he talks to her and when his sprite only ever smiles one other time in the entire fucking comic and the reality of that other one was arguable since it was during [S] Karkat: Mental breakdown and its likely karkat was hallucinating it based on the content and context of the flash

nah this one was real. and it was from the first conversation we saw between dave and jade in the comic and thus set the standard for their dynamic. and remember old school 2009 dave was kind of a menace so it says a lot

this girl was special enough to him to warrant that pixel

jade calling dave a “huge baby” for him getting nervous about a piss while she’s his server player. he makes such a big deal about it while shes like oh my god just go:

and the absurdity of the situation being one of his favorite memories

i know pesterquest isn’t “canon” canon but it passes my character essence check and still contributes something of substance to my argument. like i can say this is not at all out of place if these characters were plopped into these scenarios. remember this takes place on the same day as the above, 4/13/2009. theyre the same age as above and have the same relationship as they did above, just in a different scenario that wasn’t possible in canon wherein they didn’t play sburb

Jade wanders away from that window and toward another one, whose view is exclusively centered on the rolling blue. She presses a hand against the misty pane and sighs. JADE: you know, dave talks a lot about coming to visit me here. i mean, all of my friends do but dave especially JADE: in his usual davey way of course, which means making lots of jokes and not sounding very serious about it JADE: "yeah im itching to put on my safari hat and come traipsing down to doomdeath archipelago to get my ass murdered by infinidog the eldritch retriever," stuff like that JADE: i know he really means it though! he wants to see me, just like i want to see him JADE: but its just wishful thinking

anyway daves reaction to seeing his isolated online friend for the first time irl cry because she has guests. its even better with the character sprites

JADE: we can play with all my toys and jam out to some music and stay up all night chatting with each other and oh my god oh my god youre here youre all here this is really happening!!!!! Jade's next laugh verges on hysterical and she's got tears streaked down her cheeks. Dave looks a little perturbed. DAVE: wow holy shit uh DAVE: its cool jade no need to get so DAVE: like this DAVE: kind of fucks me up seeing you cry DAVE: not that im trying to make this all about me DAVE: i mean uh

and so after mspa reader’s intervention, who do we see with jade the next time we see her?

dave. and hes goofing with her squiddles while grinning

DAVE: okay so lets see what we got here Jade's room is bright and cheery, fresh flowers in the hanging pots, curtains pulled open wide to let in the afternoon sunlight. Jade sits on her bed while Dave paces in front of a line of squiddle toys, carefully assembled in neat ranks. DAVE: this blue one is clearly in charge look at his dominant posture DAVE: also hes the only motherfucker not tentacle deep in his homie DAVE: hes an untangled buddy that is some shit really cuts to the core of like DAVE: DAVE: emotions JADE: its actually because the magnets in him are messed up, and always have been!! DAVE: harley you are ruining the magic come on

basically what im putting together is that dave was REALLY fixin to spend some time with jade. extending into her sphere of interests that he doesnt express much with anyone else; you can tell he really wanted to engage with her in a less irony poisoned way. he’s softer with her than his other friends and god forbid the trolls, he is much less skeptical about things when talking to her (he even questions why he just seems to go along with her eccentric precognitive statements but he doesnt change his attitude about it), he showers her with his music and raps to the point where jade is expectant of getting poetry from him. rap IS poetry. please realize that dave is sending her his poetry, regardless of how goofy it may be. this is the level on which im viewing this at and once you realize this theres no going back. there comes a time in every homestuck’s life where they have to see how dave interacted jade and conclude that he had a cute little puppy crush on her unbeknownst to either of them. and it was adorable. and now, in the year 2023, it’s your time to realize this too. no going back.

and btw it all came back around…………………nimblest son of a bitch who had the gumption to glue a nasty pair of latex cat lips to his face

for a reason that wasnt a joke anymore

don’t think ive seen anyone talk about this parallel at the end to one of their first conversations in the comic. maybe somebody did back in the day but i never saw it

[yakool-foolio]

I was playing some of Recipe For Turnabout with my mom today, and she made a good point when talking about Kudo and his reason for being a regular at Très Bien.

"Why can't [Kudo] be dealing with loneliness and want someone to talk to instead of ogling young girls?"

I dislike the typical anime archetype of pervy comedic relief characters as much as anyone else and criticize it for how its handled, but I think it's just as important to discuss how pervertedness for the sake of being 'funny' could be changed into something more thoughtful. Most of the time, characters are written to be pervy for the audience to have something to laugh at (mostly at the expense of the perverted character), but its rarely considered and elaborated on why they are acting so debauched. People will always yearn for human connection, but that yearning doesn't have to be solely romantic or sexual. More often than not, people may simply want someone they can confide in and have friendly conversations with to pass the time and potentially have a nice companionship with. Or, on the other side of the coin, maybe someone desperately wants attention and will do heinous things to obtain their moment in the spotlight.

Pervy characters don't have to be pervy as a baseline. Giving them a reason for their actions or shifting their romantic or sexual feelings to a platonic or even familial yearning could lead to interesting explorations of what would simply be standard comedic relief characters. It's a step toward making them feel all the more human instead of living the role of the butt of a joke.

I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that we need more diverse personalities and psychologies of perverted characters rather than just leaving it at 'talk trash get brass sexual style' for comedy points and fanservice.

[bapydemonprincess]

A Comparison

"So... Wot's it like?" Mey quietly brought up.

Bardroy was sitting cross-legged looking over the newspaper and was not looking up.

"Wot's wot like?" He answered, monotone, unbothered.

"Y'know..... y'knoooow...."

....

Bardroy looked up, not at her but out into space, as his bushy old eyebrows practically flattened over his eyesockets.

He sighed.

"No, I don' know, Mey," He went on, "please, by all means, explain wot the 'ell yer tryin' t'ask."

"Ohhhh," He heard the young woman groan. The same type of frustrated noise she made when she'd make a big mess on accident.

"Y'know exactly wot I mean, you do! Don't try an' deny it now, Bard!"

"Well, there could be a dozen or so things you could be referrin' to, Mey, an' I'm up in arms, knowin' if I get it wrong you'll be even madder, so-"

"YOU AN' LAU, BARD!!!"

Mey had shot up from her seat, making the old wooden chair groan obnoxiously as it was pushed back, while she banged her fists down on the old wooden table out of pure unbridled frustration.

"...."

"...."

Mey, frozen in her table pounding pose, was turning red.

Bardroy slowly tilted his head. Slowly. Verrrry slowly. To look at her from the corner with one very knowing eye.

"Wot about us, Mey,"

His tone had changed to demanding, if subtley.

He wanted her to elaborate now on this.

...

Or else.

"O-Oh, I- I mean-.."

Mey Rin looked ready to shrink to the size of a mouse, straightening up at once and both hands curled in and pressed at her mouth.

"I-I.. I just... w-wondered, is all.. H-How you two... how.."

Bardroy sighed louder, and straightened up himself. Uncrossing his legs, he turned to throw the newspaper onto the table after he'd sloppily folded it back up.

"Mey, fer th'love of christ, do I even look like I can go into details 'bout that sorta thing?! C'MON now!"

And even his face was getting red. Maybe even more than hers!

"O-Ohh, I'm sorry, Bard, I really am!!" Mey cried, and looked down at her hands as she started twiddling her fingers as she carried on rambling.

"You guys have been together for goin' on two months now, you 'ave, so.. s-so I figure that was long enough that you'd be all nice and comfortable with talkin' about those things, you would... Like.. L-Like how me an' Sebastian are, you know?? I mean, I wouldn't go on about it with any old person I'd just met, no I wouldn't, but-"

"'OLD ON NOW, WOT THE 'ELL ARE YOU GOIN' ON ABOUT, NOW??"

Bardroy roared as he interrupted the maid's monologue about... her and Sebastian's own affair for some reason...??? He hadn't the faintest why she'd say such a thing.. even if to one of the servants!!

Mey Rin blinked as if waking from a daze.

Then promptly gave him a look.

"W-What d-do you mean what am I goin' on about, I- I'm talkin' about our courtin' an' the cuddlin' an'-an'... y'know, all the lovey stuff couples do!!!"

She looked so offended that he'd interrupt her explanation and not understand why she was curious about his own current standing with his lover!

Bard just blinked, frustration becoming bewilderment... and then turning into what must be even MORE embarrassment.

Oh christ this girl... THAT'S what she was askin'?? THAT??? N-NOT... WHAT I THOUGHT...

Bardroy once again turned away in his chair, hunched in all the way, and shoved his face into both his hands.

FEELING the BURNING of his RED FACE.

"...Bard...??" Mey asked. Just.. confused now.

"Bardroy, Mey, it's time to end your break n-"

Sebastian took a step into the kitchen, only to get a very peculiar view of Mey Rin standing up, slightly reaching over the table as if hesitantly wanting to touch Bard. And Bard.. was hunched in with his hands covering his face. Which looked all red for some reason...

Had the American been weeping or was he embarrassed??

"Did something... happen here?" The butler cautiously asked.

"U-Um, well.." Mey trailed off as if she wasn't sure...

And Bardroy sighed.

"Nope. Not a thing. Justa... lil' misunderstandin'..."

But the redder and sweatier his face became, the more Sebastian had a feeling it wasn't so little.

[earthbovndmisfit]

WAIT WHERE IS IT SAID IN CANON THAT JONATHAN LOVES CHOCOLATE

Imagine if this is how Jonathan and Speedwagon meet in the Merman!AU. Speedwagon going fishing, running out of bait, and on a whim sticks a left over candy bar on his hook.

Then something bites. He pulls, but it's heavy. It must be a big one! He pulls up as hard as he can, and out comes...a person?

He's angry and crying and grabbing his palm, which got pierced by the hook. He's pried off the bait and is chewing on the chocolate bar.

"What are you doing?" Speedwagon shouts at the blue-haired stranger in the water. "This is fish bait! Why did you grab my hook like that?"

"Please, don't hurt me!" The person in the water cries, and Speedwagon sees the genuine sadness and fear in his eyes.

"Ok, I'm sorry. Hey, I didn't mean to shout. Let me help you get it off." He smiles reassuringly. "I want to help you."

He grabs a pair of pliers and some band-aids from his bag. "Show me your hand," he asks the man, and he dutifully offers him his injured hand, spreading the fingers wide.

Speedwagon's eyes widen in shock. His fingers are WEBBED.

His gaze travels from the stranger's hand to his face, where he notices that his ears are similarly webbed, lined with an emerald blue, and at the side of his neck there are several narrow slits. Gills.

"What...what are you?" Speedwagon says, no less eager to help what clearly is still a person in need, yet...a strange one.

"I'm a merman," the stranger quietly replies. "My name is Jonathan."

It's in the manga! DP left this part out from the anime along with many other scenes in Phantom Blood for whatever reason (and I will forever be mad about it), but here it is!

i love how he's moping in his bed and in Full Depression Mode 100% Real No Fake but then chocolate instantly fixed everything lol

That idea of mer Jonathan being upset and In Pain with the hook piercing his hand and yet he's still chewing on the chocolate bar is so in character for him and I love it!!

But yeah, the webbed fingers and ears would be the first things that Speedwagon would notice, though his initial thoughts would probably be more along the lines of "is this guy tryin' to pull my leg?" and just coming to the more realistic idea that this is all part of a costume and some elaborate prank or something until he gets to see Jojo's mer tail and there's like no room for doubt at all.

And now that that has been settled, Speedwagon would take extra precautions, as not to hurt Jojo's webbing on his hand further. Considering he works in and around the water, the band-aids are most likely waterproof, so he would assure Jonathan that they won't fall off.

Meanwhile, Jonathan is watching closely at everything Speedwagon does and how he's being extra careful not to hurt him further, cleaning his wound and patching it up. He's so focused on that that the pain doesn't really register in his mind. Feels just like a soft stinging, but nothing more. His mind is also lost on the sweet taste of the chocolate he's been eating and that pretty much was the cause of all this in the first place.

"There you go." Speedwagon tells him, giving him a soft pat on the forearm and smiling at him. Even though he isn't really to blame for this, he still offers Jonathan an apology for what just happened to Jojo's hand.

"It's alright. It was my fault in the first place." Jonathan smiles back, sheepish and a tad embarrassed for his mistake. "It should be me apologizing to you for taking the bait that was clearly for the fish but... I just couldn't help it! It smelled so good!"

[dreamhot]

Hello! Happy June! It's Pride and I have another question (3/30)

Today's piece of history comes in the form of a film/documentary recommendation of "Paris Is Burning".

"Paris Is Burning" was released in 1990 and it provides a snapshot of New York City in the 1980's through the eyes of the city's African American and Latinx Harlem drag and ball scene. The title itself refers to an annual ball held by the artist Paris Dupree, who is featured in the film, and the film explores the elaborately structured ball competitions, where the contestants are judged on their dance talent, the beauty of their clothes and their ability to adhere to the categories.

The focus is on rival fashion "houses" (a term coined by legend Crystal LaBeija, and her successor of the Head of the House of LaBeija, Pepper LaBeija, is featured prominently in this film), showing us their competitions, the House "Mothers" and the experiences of being both queer and POC during the AIDs crisis.

It features legendary voguers, drag queens, and trans women of colour - the main figures and fights for queer rights, and people that we, and especially US Americans, owe a lot to.

I think this film is a great starting point for an introduction to the people who helped build both the ball scene and the drag scene to the absolutely phenomenal standard it is today. It's also just ICONIC.

As for my question, something that is talked about a lot in this film is the ability to/act of "throwing shade" and the skill of "reading", both of which are terms coined by the black queer community and refer to subtle and/or clever ways of insulting or conveying disgust with someone or thing. So, and this is only tangentially related, what was your favourite line from Larray and Issa's "Cancelled Remix"?

(yeah, yeah, not as related as usual, however, I wanted everyone to be able to answer at least one question because my other question is:)

Have you seen this film? And if so, what did you think of it? (if you haven't seen it and end up watching it from this ask, please tell me what you think!! xx)

Happy Pride 🌈 🎉

okay i am going to try to catch up on these today . or at least answer a few I'VE BEEN INATTENTIVE !!

i've not seen this movie but i'm pretty bad in terms of having missed a lot of the more seminal queer works u_u save for um. brokeback mountain. like i really wanna see 'but i'm a cheerleader' but i just gotta make myself Remember and do that sometime smh

as for your question ... it's not even a line from the actual proper song and it's not shady but the part in the video where larray is like WHO THE FUCK TRYIN TO NUT IN MY BUTT was on loop in my brain for like 48 hours so unfortunately (?) i feel like i have to pick that one

[prettytragcdies]

"I knew this was a mistake. I tried to tell you, but no. You're the big brother, and you always have to be right."

"What’re you talkin' about?" John Ross had barely stepped foot into the kitchen before the accusations were being hurled in his direction. To say he was confused as to where they were coming from and what had suddenly brought them on would be a definite understatement.

"Like you don't know," Scarlett scoffed, clearly not in the mood. "That little plan to have Mama committed -- that I still can't believe I let you talk me into, by the way -- it completely backfired right in our faces. She clearly doesn't trust either one of us, and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she actually hates us for how cold and cruel we were."

A somewhat involuntary roll of the eyes was John Ross' initial response to his younger sister's argument. She always did have a flair for the dramatics, ever since they were kids. Some things truly never changed.

"I didn't force you to do anything, Scar. If you didn't want to go along with the plan, you never should've agreed to it."

Maybe her brother had a point, but that didn't mean Scarlett was ready to admit to anything just yet. Oh no, she wouldn't back down and move on until she'd come out on top victorious in the whole thing, whether she was actually in the right or not.

"We should've found another way to handle it. That's all I'm saying. I mean, she was sober for over two decades before she fell off the wagon this time. That has to count for something, right? Maybe all she needed was a couple of drinks to get her through the initial shock of everything, and ---"

Now it was John Ross' turn to scoff. Did Scarlett honestly not remember what it was like when they were growing up? Had she for one reason or another purposely blocked out the times when J.R. had told them Sue Ellen was sick, when in actual reality she was simply too drunk to tuck them into bed at night?

"I'm not tryin' to make excuses for her." That much Scarlett wanted to make clear, almost as if she could read her brother's mind in that moment. "I just remember certain things differently than you do. That's all."

"Do share," he prompted, both wanting as well as needing a bit more elaboration.

"I'm just sayin' that by the time I was old enough to retain actual memories, she'd already quit drinking. She and Daddy were happy together, and we were a real family. Then when the Wicked Witch of Weststar swooped in and completely ruined everything, instead of goin' right back to the bottle, she just tried to ruin Daddy's life instead."

The explanation made enough sense, but John Ross still stood by his earlier decision.

"Just because you might not remember how bad things used to be, it doesn't mean she doesn't have a problem."

Once again, there was no valid argument for Scarlett to fire back with, and both siblings knew it.

"We did what we had to do at the time. What's done is done." As far as he was concerned, it truly was as simple as that.

The smallest hint of a soft sigh filled the space between them as Scarlett finally gave in, just not before having the last word.

"I hope you're right, Jerkface.”

i finally figured out what to do with some of the gifs i matched up of the ewing siblings, so i hope you like it, labyriinths. enjoy! :)

[sciencestyled]

Huck Finn's Comet-Chasin' Conundrum: The Prelude to a Space-Bound Spectacle

Let me tell you, Tom, how I got tangled up in the most peculiar predicament that had me scratchin' my head more than the time we thought to free Jim with that elaborate, unnecessary fuss. It all started one lazy afternoon down by the river, me just minding my own, when out of the blue, a shimmering object came crashin' down, stirring up water and fish alike. Now, I've seen shooting stars, but this here was a sight - a real piece of space, glittering and odd, with symbols that'd make a schoolmaster's head spin.

Being of curious sort, and not one to shy away from a riddle wrapped in a mystery, I pocketed the strange metal and thought nothing more of it until one evening by the fire, when that piece of sky-rock began to hum and vibrate, lightin' up like the Fourth of July. Jim said it was bad luck, but I, drawn by the glow and the hum, decided it was a sign for something bigger, something out yonder in the vast night sky.

Fast forward to me tryin' to make heads or tails of this enigma, which led me to a gathering of folk who call themselves "astronomers." They spun tales of distant worlds and treasures in the sky, much like the stories of old pirates, but with stars instead of seas. They talked of a mission to a place called Psyche, a world of metal, not unlike my mysterious river-find, promising wonders and secrets of the cosmos.

The more they spoke, the more it dawned on me: what if this piece of sky I found was a chunk of that very place? And what if, by some stroke of luck or fate, I was meant to uncover its stories? My imagination ran wilder than a hare in spring, picturing myself not on a raft down the Mississippi, but on a vessel soaring through the heavens, dodging comets and conversing with the stars.

So, armed with nothing but a piece of the cosmos, a sack of provisions, and a thirst for adventure that could rival any of our escapades, I set out to write. Yes, Tom, write. For if I couldn't hitch a ride to the stars myself, I'd do the next best thing: I'd pen a tale so vivid, so full of wonder and whimsy, that it'd inspire those earthbound souls to look up and dream of the infinite, just as I had by the river that fateful night.

This tale, "Rafting Through the Stars: Huckleberry Finn Tackles NASA’s Psyche Asteroid Mission," was more than just words on paper; it was my leap into the heavens, my way of joining that mission to the metal world. Through my story, I aimed to bridge the gap between the muddy banks of the Mississippi and the celestial rivers of space, to show that the spirit of exploration knows no bounds, be it on water or in the void.

And so, here we are, Tom. Me, scribbling away by candlelight, weaving a narrative of adventure and discovery that stretches from the familiar ripples of our beloved river to the unknown currents of the cosmos. Who'd have thought that a boy with a penchant for mischief and a runaway slave could find themselves pondering the mysteries of the universe? Yet, here I am, a testament to the boundless curiosity that drives us all, looking up at the night sky and dreaming of the wonders it holds.

Ain't life a curious thing, Tom?

[bastardfae]

“no doubt about that,” arnon’s reply came with a smirk as he trailed his gaze over the merman again, not finding any reason to disagree with his self-assessment. even if the castle’s concept of keeping slaves was fucking abhorrent in the halfling’s eyes, they certainly succeeded in picking the prettiest beings they could find. he listened intently as jacen continued, his brow lightly furrowing in concentration as he processed everything. he snickered, endlessly amused by the conclusion jacen managed to somehow come to. “yeah, it’s the whole wisely thing that i kinda struggle with. you got any advice on that front?” 

the thought of calling tiernan anything of the sort prompted a bark of laughter from the halfling instantly, his eyes bright with amusement as he tried to envision just how poorly something like that would go down. “you tryin’ to get me killed? he’d assume i was mocking him or some shit. being affectionate isn’t really a thing between us. i don’t think he really knows what it means. he’s a pretty simple creature at heart– i mean, if he had one. y’know what i mean.” shrugging off his incoherency, arnon listened with interest as jacen elaborated a little further when it came to the perplexing concept of a poetry reading. as far as exchanges between himself and other slaves went, this one had to be one of the most entertaining ones he’d had in a while. he really should’ve antagonised the merman sooner. the teasing prompted a sharp raise of the halfling’s brow but there was no offence hidden behind the gesture. if anything, arnon took it as a compliment. “now you’re talkin’. i’m sure i could come up with a story or two. so long as you promise not to repeat ‘em to a single soul. ‘s top secret information kinda stuff, naturally.” 

he didn’t bother to argue as he was pulled closer under the spray of the shower, finally resigning himself to the inevitable. in all fairness, he had been the one to interrupt jacen’s shower in the first place. the poor guy had every right to do so even if it was mildly inconvenient. he shrugged the makeshift cape off at the comment that followed, chuckling as it hit the floor with a wet thud and swiftly turned his attention back to the conversation at hand, his head cocking to one side as he contemplated the concept of usurping mateo’s role. “y’know… that actually sounds kinda tempting. you’d be my reference, right? you’ve gotta back me up, man. ‘s not like anyone else in here will.” well, maybe gibson would, but the more allies arnon could get, the better, even with hypothetical situations.

when the question of abilities arose, arnon huffed a bitter laugh and lifted a hand to tug at his collar in irritation having been jarringly reminded of its existence. “without this heap of shit? lemme think… there’s the whole strength an’ speed aspect. not as impressive as a full fae or anythin’, but still useful, y’know? an’ my senses are usually a whole lot fuckin’ better. can heal myself pretty easily– so long as it’s not, like, a missing limb or nothin’... oh! invisibility, too! that’s, like, the coolest outta all of ‘em. used to abuse that one a lot. still got the sight, though– y’know, being able to recognise other fae an’ stuff even if they’re all…” as his voice trailed off, arnon filled the silence with a series of elaborate hand gestures to try and execute his point. “...disguised. helps to spot ‘em when they’re using their invisibility too. not that there were a lot’a fae around where i grew up, but you get my point.” at last, the halfling stopped for breath and looked almost expectantly at jacen as if he’d been the one running his mouth without a decent break for the past few minutes. “what about you? what super cool merman stuff can you do without that noose around your neck?”

“No one can possibly be gloomy all the time.” Jacen turned to face him. “I am also hot sometimes.” The merman declared and shook his head. “Oh no, that’s for warriors. You are a diplomat. Your mouth is your weapon. Quite more dangerous than a sword if done wisely.” He nodded. “Try it. Experiment. Call him a baby girl. It might just work on him.” The other, to be fair was quite charming in his own odd way. The crowd in Undercroft was quite unfortunately.. boring. Most slaves were too sad to socialize and others wanted to be left alone. The last thing he wanted to do on a miserable place was to give in and be hopeless. “Nah, I’d rather it be you.” The boy explained. “It doesn’t have to be poems. You can read me stories or tell your own. I bet you have interesting experiences given you being.. you.” He smirked, teasing. “Hey in merman language spraying water in someone’s face is not a bad thing. But he laughed regardless. “Come on shower with me.” He dragged him closer anyway until they were both under the shower head. “You’re a wet Superman now.” He smiled. “You can take the librarian’s job. You can yell at people who are noisy and shit. I have a feeling you’d like that very much.” He closed his eyes and got comfortable. Having a company did feel nice. He wasn’t alone, it was good. “Without the collar, what cool things can you do?”

[dyketectivecomics]

It’s not much but I HAD to doodle robin!Steph, #1 most adorable Robin 😭😭😭💕💕💕📸📸📸

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you somuch @robobbin for being patient with me, they commissioned this a few days before I got violently ill. It was a blast to write, though, and I hope it wasn’t too much of a pain to wait!! 

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“SANS! HURRY THE FUCK UP, YOU’RE TAKING FOREVER! YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME LATE FOR TANGO CLASS!”

“shut up, boss, i’m comin! i was just gettin cufflinks!”

Sans opened the car door, getting heavily into the passenger seat and slamming it with a little more force than was necessary. Papyrus looked at him as he wound up the window he’d just yelled out of, a grimace of confusion on his sharp scarred face.

“CUFFLINKS? I DIDN’T KNOW YOU EVEN KNEW THOSE EXISTED.”

Sans sneered, fiddling with the little gold buttons on his sleeves. His white shirt was ironed and new, black pants pressed and shoes noticeably absent of scuff marks. His usual gold rings adorned his phalanges. “weren’t you just complainin’ about bein late? shut up and drive.”

Papyrus rolled his eyelights, but started the ignition nonetheless, pulling the car out of the driveway.

... Sans would never admit his brother was right. He forced himself to stop fiddling, very unused to wearing cufflinks- in any other circumstance, he considered those sorts of tiny details stupid. Polished cufflinks, perfectly shined shoes, tailored jackets and tie clips... that was too much fuss, and Papyrus’ deal. Sans usually just left the house in whatever unironed item from the bundle of clothes on the back of his chair smelled the least bad.

You liked it when he dressed nice, though. He could tell. 

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE GOING TO SEE HER, ISN’T IT?”

Sans felt indignation flare in his chest, and he instinctively bit his tongue, even as a few flickers of crimson started to emerge on his cheekbones.

“i need a new jacket.” He grunted, glaring out the window.

“OF COURSE YOU DO.” Pap shifted gears. “THOUGH YOU’VE NEVER WANTED A TAILORED JACKET BEFORE. AND YOU’VE SUDDENLY ALSO GAINED AN EYE FOR FASHION, IN THE MEANTIME?”

Sans snapped. “shouldn’t you be happy? you’ve been up my tailbone for years about dressin’ better. now i’m tryin, yer gettin’ pissy about it, just because i’m goin to yer secret favourite tailor.”

Boss’ lip curled. “NEXT THING YOU KNOW, YOU’LL SUDDENLY WANT TO START WORKING OUT AT OUR GYM TOO.”

Again, Sans bit his tongue, unwilling to admit his brother was correct. ... Yes, he had been thinking about that recently. He had never been serious about any exercise other than fighting- now, he’d considered picking up weights or something like that, just so he could go to that gym you and Pap (and Undyne apparently) frequented together and see you there. 

... He couldn’t remember how Pap had met you, because Pap refused to elaborate. But either way, you had ended up workout buddies with his younger brother- an impressive feat, Pap was notoriously choosy about who he associated with, and even more choosy about his exercise regime. With that degree of Papyrus’ approval, it only made sense that your mysterious power to meet his standards also bleed into your other activities. Your hobby of tailoring had accidentally landed you as Papyrus’ preferred method of getting his suits fixed.

Papyrus was always pestering Sans about dressing better. Fixing his suits, getting them trimmed, yada yada... eventually, his brother had needled him into taking one of his expensive shirts to you to get it repaired. 

... And that’s when Sans met you.

“DON’T HARASS HER.” Papyrus said, as the car pulled up. But Sans ignored him, stepping out of the vehicle and approaching your door. 

Suddenly, he had butterflies in his ribcage. His brow furrowed- why, after everything he’d done in his life, was talking to a woman one of the most intimidating things he could imagine? 

He knocked, gently.

... 

... The door opened. And there you were- immediately an excited grin broke out across his face. Dressed in comfy home-wear, glasses glinting in the light, hair framing your face... hands on the door frame, little bracelets on your tiny wrists. Instantly, an instinctive swell of flirtatious bravado hit him, his chest inflating and his shoulders moving back as he reset himself in an attempt to quell the fluttery nervousness.

“heya, doll.” He purred.

“Hi, Sans. I like your shirt.” You sounded warm and friendly, glad to see him, gesturing for him to come inside. He obliged, taking his hat off as he stepped through the threshold of your home. “Sorry I had to call you all the way out to mine for your jacket measurements. It’s the only place I’ve got everything.”

“no sweat. any chance to see ya is a chance i’ll take. i had to be in town today, anyway.”

Around you, flirtatious quips and comments fell out of his mouth with a clumsy excitement. His mind felt like it was buzzing, but at the same time, it was calmer than it had ever been. The sensation was bizarre and new but he loved it, he couldn’t get enough of being around you. It’d be a lie to say he cared about fashion before- but as soon as he knew it was a passion of yours, he suddenly found himself far more invested than he ever could’ve imagined.

You’d renovated one of the rooms in your home into a little sewing room. It was cute; desks set aside with sewing machines, one desk totally swamped with scraps of fabric, mannequins with near-complete items of clothing sitting on their cropped bodies. You drew a notebook and a roll of tape out of a drawer, and he watched your cute expressions as you flipped through it... he got the feeling there was an incredible degree of organised chaos in that room; you knew exactly where everything was.

“I promise it’ll be quick.” You said, apologetically, approaching him with a nice lift to your step.

“aw, don’t say that.” He mock pouted. “was hopin’ you’d take your time sizing me up.”

... You blinked- but then you snickered as you got the joke, face lighting up. His cheekbones warmed at the sound.

“if you wanna be quick, that’s fine. suit yourself.”

“You’re funny.” You teased. “But you’ve got to hold still while I measure you.”

He grinned like a schoolkid who made a joke his crush liked. “glad you think i’m funny, sweetheart. i’ll try not to needle you while yer busy.”

You were an upfront person. You said what you thought, with honesty that others may have found startling. But he adored that about you- in some respects, he needed it. Perhaps it was why Papyrus liked you so much, too. Someone like him, living the life he led... he’d spent so long around lies that he could pick up the stench a mile away. He was sick of painted words, sycophants and weasels that couldn’t be more obviously just saying whatever kept their necks safe- any sign of a lie, and his worn Soul quickly retreated.

He craved the kind of honesty you gave. It was kind honesty, unconscious, the type that came from a place of trust. It made him feel like he could relax, and he didn’t realise just how much he craved it until he met you.

Nothing had sickly sugar coating. Everything just tasted good.

You started behind him, placing the tape vertically along the length of his spine, then horizontally across his shoulders. Then you moved to his side, measuring from his shoulder to his elbow, and from his elbow to his wrist... you moved slowly and methodically, sometimes laying the tape over the same area twice to be certain, noting each number down in your book. 

He had to swallow a few jokes to let you concentrate.

“Here.” You eventually came around to his front. “Could you lift your arms, please? I need to take your chest measurement.”

“you could take anythin’ from me if you asked that nicely again, peach.”

...

You flushed. The only problem with being around you was his cheekbones would ache from so much smiling.

“... You’re impossible.”

“only for you.”

He held his arms up obediently, and you wrapped the tape measure around the thickest part of his chest... for a moment, you paused, seeming to notice how close the two of you were standing to one another. You glanced up at him from behind your glasses, face pinkening even more.

He gave you a wink. You quickly averted your eyes, quietly clearing your throat and looking back to the tape’s number. 

... He saw how you talked and acted around Papyrus. There was a marked difference between your interactions with his brother, and with him. You smiled more, with him... you stood closer. And you blushed more. 

He couldn’t deny it got his hopes up.

“There we go.” You said, retreating a step and fiddling with your bracelet. “That’s everything. Usually I’d take a waist measurement too, but you, uh...”

“don’t have one.” He chuckled.

You returned his smile. “Making jackets for skeletons is always interesting, that’s for sure. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”

“perfect. i won’t bug you any longer, i got a meetin’ in town i gotta attend.” He put his hat back on, ready to teleport out. “was real nice seein you again, doll.”

“... Nice seeing you too.” You mumbled. “Oh, uhm... before you go, Sans?”

“yeah?”

Your eyes narrowed. “You know your cufflinks are backwards, right?”

...

fuck.

[thebettybook]

Hi! I want to start by saying you're my favourite twisted wonderland writer, everytime I see you post something new I know I'll love it, and the way you write Leona, is amazing :) Now, I wanted to make a request for your writing event (it was so hard to chose, so many good options T-T), can I have numbers numbers 23 and 25 with the letter A, please? And if you can tag me in it once you post it. Thank you! 💞

Hi, @cosmidaydreaming! Thank you for your kind words :)💞

Updated request: Leona and gn!reader are NOT in an established romantic relationship

Important note: I’m NOT taking anymore requests for my “Fall’ing for Ya” writing event :)

Some slight Book 3 spoilers mentioned!

I mention my Ramshackle Ghost OCs in this fic :)

23. ❛ you remembered? ❜

25. ❛ I’m here for you. don’t forget that.❜

A. Baking pumpkin pie with Leona

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

🍂 Tantalizing scents of miso-glazed salmon, butternut squash pasta, and hazelnut soup lingered in the tiny Ramshackle kitchen as Ramsey, resident dorm chef and one of the Ramshackle ghosts, whisked the dishes away to the mini dining room.

🍂 It would’ve been just another normal dinner at Ramshackle, but this fall season made Ramsey long for the dinners he used to share with his loved ones during his life throughout the fall seasons, so he decided to create a feast for you, Grim, and the two other Ramshackle ghosts: Joe and Allen.

🍂 Ramsey (knowing that you had a crush on Leona), had also urged you to invite Leona over for dinner as well, disguising the intention as a “thank you” to Leona sharing his umbrella with you that one rainy day.

🍂 So here you and Leona were, side-by-side in the kitchen as the two of you made pumpkin pie for dessert.

🍂 You set down a freshly-baked pie tin of pumpkin pie crust and took off your oven mitts. Leona held the handle of an electric mixer with his right hand to mix the pumpkin purée in a bowl. His gaze was concentrated on the pumpkin purée mixture as the electric mixer filled the kitchen with its whirrrrs.

🍂 However, you noticed the iron grip Leona had on the mixer’s handle and the way his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

🍂 You deduced that whatever caused his frustration didn’t stem from pumpkin pie, since making pumpkin pie wasn’t that challenging, even for Leona (who never baked or cooked).

🍂 Leona, feeling your gaze on him, glanced at you from the side. “You look like you want to ask me something, herbivore.”

🍂 “Ah,” you shot Leona a sheepish smile. “You seem…annoyed? Did something bad happen today?”

🍂 Leona paused for a second, before saying, “…Crowley flew into Savanaclaw earlier today tellin’ me that I have until the end of the school year to decide where I’m gonna do my internship for senior year.”

🍂 “I see,” you replied, noting Leona’s neutral expression as you added a dash of cinnamon into the pumpkin purée mixture. “Have you applied to any internships?”

🍂 “Nope,” Leona replied simply, turning off the mixer with an abrupt whir. “Why bother?”

🍂 Your eyes met his jaded-green ones. “Care to elaborate on that?”

🍂 Leona turned away from the mixer bowl and crossed his arms as he leaned back against the mini island. “I can get an internship in any subject or field I want,” Leona stated. “On my own merit, whether that be playing for the big leagues in Magift or doing scholarly research for botany…but what’s the point in tryin’ so hard? I don’t actually need a career.”

🍂 You mirrored Leona’s stance as you leaned back against the island. Your shoulder and his bumped softly against each other, but neither one of you scooted away.

🍂 “Isn’t the point of an internship to find out what you’re passionate about or to get to know your passions better?” you glanced up at Leona, whose dark-brown eyebrows knitted more in frustration at the thoughts of his unknown, uncertain future.

🍂 “I already know what my passions are, but they won’t take me anywhere long term,” Leona huffed. “A Magift sports career won’t last forever, and I’m not interested in dedicating my life to scholarly work for botany.”

🍂 “So what other choices do you have?” you inquired. The two of you practically forgot about the pumpkin pie you were supposed to make by now.

🍂 “Well, as a prince of Afterglow Savannah, I have the option to work as a diplomat for my dear older brother after graduation,” Leona spat out the words “prince” and “dear older brother.” “That means I’d help with Afterglow Savannah’s foreign relations and improve ‘em…but still be in Farena’s shadow.”

🍂 You noticed the shadow that cast over Leona’s face as he thought about being stuck in Farena’s shadow once again in the future.

🍂 That’s why Leona decided to go to NRC in the first place: to escape Farena’s shadow and Leona’s nephew Cheka’s future shadow. But Leona also knew that he couldn’t stay at NRC forever and purposefully hold himself back every year anymore.

🍂 NRC offered Leona a safe haven away from the shadows that were his brother’s legacy and the attendants, servants, officials that would literally gossip and insult Leona from the shadows.

🍂 Here at NRC, Leona had a “kingdom” of his own in Savanaclaw. Leona wasn’t ready to give that up.

🍂 You contemplated what to say or do next. Leona wasn’t one to be easily comforted by words or physical affection like hugs. He preferred actions, which could tell him a lot about someone and their intentions. Thus, you resisted the urge to give Leona a hug and simply placed your hand on his.

🍂 Leona, though surprised by your action, didn’t pull his hand away from yours. Your hand was still warm from carrying the pie tin earlier, and Leona found the warmth of your hand comforting.

🍂 “…I don’t want to be in my brother’s shadow,” Leona admitted after a few seconds of silence. “Not then, not now, and certainly not in the future.”

🍂 “Do you want some advice?” you asked softly. Leona still didn’t pull his hand away from yours, and stared back at you with a look in his eyes that vulnerably encompassed hopelessness and despair.

🍂 “Sure, why not,” Leona sighed, not at you but from the heavy thoughts of the future and the past weighing on his mind.

🍂 “How about keeping an open mind to internship options?” you suggested. “I know and you know that you can excel in any field, but it wouldn’t hurt to try some options out. It could be fun, too.”

🍂 “Hmph,” Leona stared down at your hand on his. “We’ll see.”

🍂 “Y’know, I look forward to seeing what you do in the future,” you shot a teeny grin at Leona.

🍂 “Yeah? And why’s that?” Leona lifted his eyes up from your hand on his to look at you.

🍂 “Because I care about you,” you answered simply. “Anyways, whatever you decide to do in the future, whatever career you end up having, I’m here for you. Don’t forget that. And not just me, but also your Savanaclaw members and the Magift members look up to you and care about you as well.”

🍂 Growing up, no one ever expressed an interest in Leona’s future. His family, his attendants, his caretakers, and the officials were too busy caring about Farena’s future as King of Afterglow Savannah.

🍂 Thus it felt foreign to Leona that someone, and even more people at NRC, cared about Leona and his future. Maybe it was a sign that he should start caring for his own future, too.

🍂 “…You all sure have a lot of faith in me,” Leona mumbled.

🍂 Leona knew that he also held himself back on purpose because he felt and believed that there wasn’t a point to try at anything if all anyone would ever see was a “despaired second prince”—a label that was created for him and stuck with him ever since he was a child…a label created by people who never cared for him.

🍂 But what this smart lion failed to realize was that there were people around him now who respected him as a leader and as a person. There were people now that saw and believed that Leona’s achievements do matter, even if those achievements didn’t include ruling a country.

🍂 And while Leona may still find that hard to believe, maybe someday he will.

🍂 “Hey, you were the one who had faith in me when you helped me brainstorm a way to defeat Azul’s contract shenanigans,” you winked at Leona. “Though I know you only helped me because you wanted to get rid of whatever contract you had with Azul. I still wanna know what kind of contract you had with Azul, by the way.”

🍂 “You remembered? Geez, that was months ago,” Leona smirked despite himself, trying to change the subject from his past contract with Azul. “And for the record, I knew you were capable of figurin’ out a way to get rid of those contracts.”

🍂 “Please, you also just didn’t want me staying in your room anymore,” you rolled your eyes. “And for me and Grim to stop singing ‘It’s a Small World’ to you.”

🍂 “Ugh, not that annoying lullaby,” Leona groaned. “You have no idea how many time I’ve heard that song as a kid, no thanks to my caretakers.”

🍂 You elbowed Leona’s arm playfully. “If you keep holding yourself back to the point where I end up graduating before you, I’ll come over to your room every morning and sing ‘It’s a Small World’.”

🍂 To your surprise, Leona simply leaned in, captivating you with his smug and (you had to begrudgingly admit) handsome smirk. “Wouldn’t be so bad getting to see your face every morning.”

🍂 “Cheeky lion,” you didn’t miss a beat, staring into Leona’s eyes to show that you were serious.

🍂 Leona leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. His emerald eyes danced with embers of mischievous fire, challenging you to break away from his gaze. “Troublesome herbivore.”

🍂 Even if Leona did call you “troublesome,” the way his body relaxed near your presence and the way his knitted eyebrows softened were tells that he valued your friendship and words.

🍂 You and Leona continued to stare at each other, not knowing whether to lean in more or pull away. Before you could lean in and Leona could at the same time, Ramsey burst into the kitchen.

🍂 “Time for dinner, kiddos!” Ramsey floated about at the door.

🍂 You broke away from Leona’s gaze to raise an eyebrow at the ghost. “But we didn’t even finish making the pumpkin pie yet.”

🍂 “Eh, you two can finish that after dinner,” Ramsey waved his transparent hands to shoo you and Leona out of the kitchen. “The food’s about to get cold, so no time like the present.”

🍂 …No time like the present, huh? Leona thought as he walked with you and Ramsey to join the other ghosts and Grim at the dining table.

🍂 As Leona sat down on a chair next to you, and the ghosts began conversing about tons of things like the fall weather to Christmas plans, or asking how school was going for you, Grim, and Leona as they passed around the food, Leona realized that for now, he could enjoy the present moment.

🍂 Leona still had some time to think about his future internship and career and his overall future, but there was no time like the present.

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

Little note:

🍓 I made references to “It’s a Small World” and how in the Halloween Event Pt 2, Leona told Ace that his caretakers would sing that song for him as a kid, but he’d prefer “Be Prepared” instead.

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[djhallyboo]

He really wasn't getting it. And yet, with how the Peppino clones diligently set the scene and the mood, Hallyboo can't help but be a little impressed. He can't remember the last time his Shy Guys or Monty Mole helped him set up something this elaborate. Come to think of it, the criminal scoundrel's being quite charming as well. Could it be that--?

"YOU CAN'T SERIOUSLY BE ENTERTAINING THIS." Oh. Hi, Tig Bop. You're still here, flashing that strained smile of yours. "THIS IS DEFINITELY A TRAP."

Hallyboo shushes it. It may be a trap, yes, but he can play this game too. If he got Pizzahead in a good position to spill every sordid detail of his criminal activity, then he had a conviction sitting on a silver platter.

"YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, MR. PIZZAHEAD! I DO HAVE A LOT OF SKILLS UNDER THIS HAT O' MINE." Hallyboo sits in the chair across from Pizzahead. Sure, he can play his weird little game. Apologies to the rest of the dashboard in advance, regardless. Especially you, Kirm.

"SPENT A GOOD THREE YEARS AT LAW SCHOOL TO GET MY IP LAW DEGREE, SOME DISK JOCKEY DUTIES HERE AND THERE... AND, OF COURSE, MY HOSTIN' DUTIES! WHAT CAN I SAY? I'M A REAL JACK O' ALL TRADES! HAR HAR HAR!"

"BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME. I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT YOU. WHAT'S A SUCCESSFUL GUY LIKE YOU DOIN', TRYIN' TO UNDERMINE HIS COMPETITION WITH CHEAP TRICKS?"

The lights dimmed, seemingly on their own, as a small horde of Peppino clones were quick to rush in with a table and chairs, scrambling and tripping over and into each other as they placed a tablecloth and cutlery. One of them in particular, a clone wearing black clothes covered in dark red skulls, seemed to mutter something in Italian about waiting for his story arc.

"Of course, of course! Court case, lawyers, prison, all of that's nothin' new, I'm a CEO!" Settling into his chair as it was pushed forward with a comically loud scrape by one of the clones, he adjusted his bowtie.

"Ya sound like a real good professional, pal! Someone with a loooooootta skills... Howzabout ya tell me a little about yourself?"

Why yes, that is a rose with its stem between his teeth. Don't worry too much about the Peppino clone that's begun to play the piano in the corner of the room, either.

[mochisdoll]

Finally Alone

It’s a little late for New Year’s, but I think the Chinese New Year is coming up anyways, so

Feat. Atsumu

“What’s up Momma Miya?” You greet as you enter the Miya household.

“Hey, Sweetie. Samu and Tsumu will be down soon.” Mrs. Miya told you as you sat down next to her on the couch.

“It’s cool, I come here more for you than them anyways.” You grinned at her.

“When are you going to date one of my sons?”

You stared at her blankly. “Hmmm- mhmhahaha- uhh hahah… no.”

She stared at you with an unimpressed expression, you felt the need to explain yourself.

“It’s just, I can’t really see Osamu in that way…”

“And what about Atsumu?”

You hesitate. “He’s just infuriating. One minute we’re fine and having fun, next thing he’s purposely ticking me off like he thinks it’s cute. He just gets under my skin.” You huffed.

Mrs. Miya brings up a hand to hide her smile behind.

“What?”

“Nothing Sweetheart, I’m sorry that my son causes you so much trouble.”

“No, no. It’s not like that! I-“

Just as you were about to elaborate Osamu walked into the room.

“Hey Y/n, Tsumu, is comin. He’s taking forever tryin ta get his hair to not look like shit, like it normally does.”

Atsumu busted into the room not long after. “Rude! I don’t talk shit about you when-“

“Yes, you do. Now that you’re both here, let’s go!” You interrupted.

You and Astumu headed for the door but Osamu didn’t follow.

He sent a look to his mom before turning to you. “Sorry, can’t go this time. ‘M busy.”

“Busy, we do this every year? What is so important that you break tradition!” You gasp.

“Yeah, don’t be a buzzkill Samu.” Atsumu added on.

“Told ya, I’m busy. Have fun.” He waved the two of you off.

“Boo! Boring-Samu!” You jeered as you left the house.

“What an ass.” You and Atsumu began making your way to the shrine to make your wishes for the new year.

“We’ll have fun without him.” Atsumu assured you and you nodded.

“Mhm, we’re the two funnest anyways.”

“I’m worried about what my ma is plotting though. When she smiles like that with her hand over her mouth, it means she’s planning something.”

The two of you made it to the shrine that was pretty uncrowded, you made your wishes and purchased your lucky charms.

“Get Samu a bad charm.”

“I can’t, they’re all good. He can get the worst one. He can get “traffic safety”. Which one did you get for yourself?” You ask.

“”Sports” of course!” He said, showing off his omamori. “What about you?”

“Didn’t even know they had that. I got the “love” one.” You held it up.

“Love? Ya need help with that?”

“Don’t know, just grabbed the one I felt like getting.” You shrug.

“Look at this, Samu sent me this place that serves crepes only a 20 minute walk from here. Wanna go?”

“Hmm, I feel bad going to a new food place without him, but I also don’t want to go back home, so let’s go!”

The walk ended up feeling like a couple of minutes with the smoothly flowing banter between the two of you. The usual bickering wasn’t present in your conversation whatsoever. Everything felt easy.

“Ooh, all of this looks good!” You cheer looking at the menu.

“Should I get savory or sweet?” Atsumu asked.

“Savory and I order a sweet, and we share?” You suggest.

“Good idea.”

When the crepes were brought out, neither of you wasted anytime and dug in. Leaning across the table to eat off the others plate.

“You know, today’s been really good today.” You took a break from stuffing your face.

“‘S cause Samu isn’t here. Messes up the atmosphere.” Atsumu tells you with a mouth full of food.

You wanted to laugh at the thought of the more easy going twin not being present had an effect on you and Atsumu’s behavior.

“Maybe we should hang out without him more often then.” You suggested, not looking up from your nearly empty plate.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “Like… dating?”

“Uh, oh. Ahaha… I don’t know, maybe?” You could feel a hot blush creeping up your neck.

Atsumu sent you a sharp smirk. “Seems like that love charm is already coming in handy.”

You smile. “I guess so.”

———

“Ma, Y/n and I are going to the movies. We’ll be eating dinner out too so don’t wait for me for dinner.” Atsumu called to his mom.

“Ok, honey. Have fun!”

“Movies? Didn’t even ask me?” Osamu crossed his arms.

“You’re not invited Samu.”

“Ya miss one shrine visit…”

“Ya really want to third wheel?” Atsumu asked his brother.

Osamu raised an eyebrow but didn’t question anything. “Guess not.”

Atsumu pulled out his phone to call you. “‘M on my way ta pick you up. Be ready.”

“Ma, Y/n said “hey”! Samu, Y/n said “eat shit”!”

“Did not.” Osamu scoffed as he watched his twin walk out the door. He sort of regretted helping the two of you get together.