#i wish i could reply to them and i probably should tbh but i just. have no idea what to say

[chemdisaster]

i would like everyone who leaves kind comments on my fics to know that i sometimes think of them and feel so warm inside and am reminded of why writing is worth it

[welcometogrouchland]

I broadly think the majority of content you find in "X critical" tags tends to be a bit. Uh. Garbage in terms of legit media criticism, but I cannot overstate their importance in terms of being easily filterable for people who actually like X, and idk if it's the recent migrations from other social media platforms or (more likely) if I'm just having an off week and reading into things too much but like. Can we keep it going/bring it back??? If I have to see one more post about how ppl hate a certain thing in that certain things tag (where fans congregate to find content of the thing), with no filterable critical tag. I might actually kill ppl

[ahtae]

Sincerely, yours. (y.j)

warnings: stalker au, aggressive male, mention of slight bdsm, not much going on in this chapter tbh

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A week ago, before your vacation to your parent's house, you left your apartment, with a fresh mind and a new lightness in your walk.

Someone had left a small letter in your door. It was square and sealed with a red heart stamp. At first, the letter confused you. Maybe they sent it to the wrong apartment number (it happens), or maybe it was a prank of some sort. The letter wasn't particularly addressed to anyone, as it was blank on the front, so you didn't feel particularly wrong to open it.

As you read the letter, you suddenly realized it was for you.

It read:

"Dear beauty,

Forgive me, I do not know what else to call you. You were in the coffee shop today, and I wanted to speak to you, to ask your name and tell you how just seeing you relived some of the stress from my life. I'm afraid I'm a bit too shy, and just continued my walk to my apartment instead, when I saw you again, in the elevator. So I'm leaving this letter in your door, as a promise to myself and you that I'll soon confess.

Sincerely, Yours."

You admitted to yourself then that yes, it was a bit stalker-esque, but the intentions were there, besides, you were leaving for your parents in a couple days, how bad could it get?

The three days leading up to your vacation only consisted of a singular letter. It was somewhat of an apology for how the first one sounded, as well as describing his physical appearance, since, to him, would level the playing ground a tad. He described himself as a "around six-foot Korean man, 25, with a dancer's build." You nodded at that. On paper, the man sounded delectable. But something about these letters left you a tad...unsettled. Like maybe you should take this into your own hands.

And so you wrote a reply.

"Dear Mine,

I am flattered by your letters. But I feel as though it may be better if you were to leave your apartment number as well. That way we're on equal playing field and it doesn't feel like the start to a bad stalking romance.

Sincerely, beauty."

You left the letter in your door, the same spot where he had left his, and rolled your suitcase out the door.

That was around a week ago.

Now, you are seated on your living room couch, brown leather sticking to your skin, staring at seven letters spread out on your glass coffeetable.

"Dear beauty,

What's the point of confessing if I don't get a little fun out of it —"

"Dear beauty,

I didn't see you today, miss your beautiful face. Are you hiding from me in there? Surely not—"

"Dear beauty,

Surely you aren't hiding from me, do you want me to come in there? Hm? Is that what you wish? For me to hunt you like our own little cat and mouse game?—"

"Dear beauty,

Don't make me open this door. Don't make me come get you myself.—"

"Dear beauty,

You'll never find anyone like me you ungrateful bitch. Fucking ANSWER ME—"

"Dear beauty,

Please. I was irrational and careless with my previous letters. Maybe we can talk this out? Let me see you again, please."

"Dear beauty,

Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.—"

In a pacing panic, you call the police. When they arrive you show them the letters, you tell them about your stalker. How creepy these letters are and surely they're enough for something to happen. Right? Wrong. The police tell you there's nothing they can really do without it truly being spelled out for them. Besides, they say, he doesn't seem all that bad.

You install another lock on your apartment door. As well as invest in a knob-stopper — anything to prevent something truly bad from happening.

As you walk down the hallway, digging your keys from your purse, you see a man, dressed in a white and black sweater, ripped black jeans, and a backpack hanging off his shoulders. You think nothing of it, probably just a college kid coming back from class or something.

But when you look up, keys in hand, you see him at your apartment door, opening his backpack and placing down a vase of red roses.

You entire body shutters, and you stop in your tracks.

You catch a slight smile pulling at his mouth as he backs away from the door. He looks up, and upon seeing you his entire face goes white — then bright red.

"You're usually out until 9..." he quirks his head. "Why are you back so early?" he asks, words rolling off his tongue.

When killers and stalkers are shown on TV, they're usually...to put it bluntly, ugly. But...he was...everything he said. Tall, lanky, and lean. He did however, leave out his shiny black hair and plush, plump lips. He was beautiful. Your stalker was beautiful. Magazine cover worthy.

"I— you...why—"

He chuckles, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I thought you were bolder in person?" He teases, dark brown eyes squinting. He takes a step forward. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Why me?" you blurt.

"What, Mousey?" he asks.

"There's a bunch of other women in this building," you say, "why did you choose me?"

He takes a step forward, leaving just a few feet between the two of you. "I didn't choose you, Mousey,” he stuff his hands in his pockets and sways. “You chose me. Something in you calls to me whether you know it or not," he explains, a smirk dancing on his lips.

He leans down, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you know how much you—"

"Go away.”

He blinks at you, "What?"

"Go away!" you shout, getting in his face. "I DON'T WANT YOU. YOU'RE CRAZ—"

He closes the gap between you two with the softest kiss to your lips. His lips were like clouds, leaving you weightless as he presses further and further into you.

You slap him.

Hand stinging, you look at the red print on his face, and feel your body turn cold. He looks down at you with the toothiest grin, a mix of anger and…intrigue?

You push past him, quickly unlocking your door and running into your apartment.

He slams into your door, just short of catching it before you locked it. His fists slam into the door, growing louder and louder until the beating stops.

You wait against your door, waiting for him to do something. Knock on your door, push it open, and invite himself in. He'd seem like the type, to just take what he wants. Your throat bobs at the idea, you underneath him, barely able to breathe as he pins you against the—

"Yeonjun," he whispers. “My name is Yeonjun.”

You go about the rest of your day trying to forget about what happened earlier. Doing mindless chores and watching television to distract yourself. None of it works. None of it gets your mind off the plushness of his lips.

Some part of you likes this. How obsessive he is, clinging on your every word and action like he cannot live without you.

Then you remember, the flowers he left at your door. You jump up, walking to your door and cupping the handle before stopping yourself. What if it has a camera in it? What if it has something in it? A drug of some sort and he's trying to—

Oh fuck it, you decide, opening your door and picking up the vase. There's a note amongst the flowers, because of course there is.

"Dear beauty,

welcome back, my love"

You slam the card on the counter, attempting to mask a shiver. You bite your lip, it's hard to be mad at someone so sweet. Even if it is a little psychotic.

God, why were you attracted to this?

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eh eh??? do a e like??

[pomefioredove]

🙂‍↕️not really coherent reply sorry

vil is one of the only characters in game that treats yuu with respect, and as an equal.

EXACTLYLY. honestly it never ever sits right with me whenever yuu BREAKS THEIR BACK trying to help others (especially because barely anyone is doing barely anything to help them. LET THIS BITCH GO HOME!!!!) for them to just? barely acknowledge it? casually brush it off? the scene in book 3 where the tweels r like wanna help out? you can switch with these guys and ace is like YES double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them /ref all of the students complaining about losing their signature spells when yuu has NO magic at all to protect themselves with.. let’s be serious please. maybe im being a little dramatic! but thats literally my favorite character you are talking about get their name out of your mouth.

vil is literally the only other character who plays a similar role in the story.

... cause chars like trey and lilia are almost there, but distinctly different in their roles, while vil is THE mother.

THIS!! !! !!! !!!!! lillia is more of the father trope and trey is more of a big brother i’d say. they aren’t nurturing in the same way vil is. maybe it’s the ‘nagging’ slash instructing aspect of how vil interacts with people. i don’t even know how to put it into words but ur right vil is so mom. like. i dont know.. it’s probably his relationship with epel (and even the other first years?) that makes me associate him with being motherly but he’s just so. nurturing. so many moms in the media that i’ve (recently) consumed were teaching their daughters to be quiet and respectful as to not get punished/essentially outcasted socially. of course that’s not really what vil is doing with epel but. ugh. read my mind!!! ull understand then trust. the ONLY other character that sorta makes me feel the same way is jamil. illove him so dearly but i know. little to nothing major about his character aside from his relationship with kalim. yuu and grim. vil and epel. jamil and kalim. they should start a we dont get paid (enough) for this bullshit club

honestly i dont even want to project myself onto yuu i wanna be a helpful roomate or somthinf. wtf 😭 my hungry aggressive ass could NOT be yuu /ref..

rhats all i can put into words rigth now . evene though i got sidetracked a lot.. !! bht th part abojt yuu being motherly ! ialso wanted to reply to. wowww thats a lot of typos sorry my eyesight is a tad blurry 😭

AHHGGGGG ANON

"double all of my current suffering and pass it onto them" LMAOOOO 😭😭😭

I am such a yuu defender idc. LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!! it's why rollo is still such a fave of mine, he's like one of the only sane people. looks at yuu and is like jesus christ are you fucking okay.

and yes literally vil is just. I think the big difference is that he actually kinda likes being in charge? more so than yuu. he's a natural leader while they were literally manipulated and blackmailed into their position (I WILL SAY THAT I do think vil feels pressured to be a leader because of how he was outcasted/made out to seem mean and scary by his peers so he just kinda Filled That Role... but also I definitely do not see him as someone who'd enjoy following rather than leading. his own character VERY MUCH parallels yuu's in so many ways)

jamil is definitely different tho. he was also forced into his position as a caretaker but he doesn't have a parental vibe to him. tbh I couldn't tell u what it is but he's got his own thing going on (and he DOES parallel yuu in a way, I wish he was closer to them because there's potential but he's really Not)

BUT YEAH I get you. I feel like this is a weird thing to say but yuu feels like their own character to me 😭 like I have my own yuusona but yuu themselves is a little guy to me

[ryuichirou]

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Some replies about us, about latest drawings, about twst in general and about other stuff.

I also added some new high resolution pngs of recent drawings on our Ko-Fi shop in case you want them… 👀

Anonymous asked:

I went to go check on your second account today (I was on a trip recently and wasn't checking twitter). But I couldn't find it? Was it nuked?

Yeah, but it’s back now! Fortunately…

Anonymous asked:

long time lurker, first time asker here bc OMG 14 YEARS?? CONGRATS!!! MAY YOU TWO HAVE MANY MORE 🥳

Awwhhh thank you so much, Anon!! <3 This is very sweet!

Anonymous asked:

14 years?! Tbh it feels so weird knowing people on the site are in relationships and such. It always feels like everyone here is just depressed single 20-somethings screaming about fandoms at each other all the time HAHAHA

I wish the both of you nothing but the absolute best!!! Seeing the both of you keep unabashedly being you even in the face of hate and shitty antis and whatnot just helps me so much with my own courage. I used to be a huge people pleaser, and it’s been so refreshing to instead ignore all the nasty people out there and just be my own problematic shipping self! I’m sure it’s the same for many others as well!

Of course, I can’t go on without mentioning your absolutely delicious art! They’re so gorgeous I’m always super excited whenever you upload! You really knocked it out of the park with the recent Sebek/Jamil piece. I’m frothing at the mouth seeing Jamil’s dark expression!!!

Also please give Mila lots of pats for me. She’s super cute and I love her face <3

I get it, Anon lol To be honest, I feel like if I weren’t lucky enough to meet Katsu, I would’ve been single as well. Maybe Katsu would too.

Thank you so much for your kind words!! I am super happy to hear that the way we deal with these issues help you out as well in a way. I say it a lot, but I can’t stress it enough: I really want people to be self-indulgent when it comes to fandoms and art… please, keep enjoying stuff that you like! <3

And thank you for enjoying my art, especially that Sebek/Jamil one! It’s funny because it was one of the sketches that I didn’t like too much initially, but Katsu did, so I worked on it a little bit, fixed some stuff, and ended up liking it as well. So it’s extra nice to hear that it ended up being a good drawing.

(Mila got both pets AND smooches with the words “this is from our tumblr Anon”.)

eh-nonnie-mouse asked:

About your new Halloween illustration: Sebek looks like he's trying so hard to look cool in front of his Malleus-sama where Jamil is exuding cool guy mafia vibes.

About the Actual Kitty Shroud Brothers: ASTAJSKSINDHH ♥️♥️♥️♥️ OMG SO CUDDLY CUTE AND PAWSSS *ahem* I love how you can clearly tell which is which and the personality between each one.

Jamil is just so effortless! He is way to cool… Poor Sebek gotta try harder lol He really wants to be the coolest and most handsome gent around.

And THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m so happy you liked the kitties!! I want to draw more kitties now… 🥹

Anonymous asked:

"(gym teacher/badly performing student)"

Gee, I wonder who

(related to a reply about Vargas being a top)

Hmmm, could it be a certain third year that was forced to do punishment exercises during the Vargas Camp? Who knows…

Anonymous asked:

Curious if you've ever thought of it. Have you ever considered a Human or Beastman! Grim?  Top or Bottom? Who would fit him the best out of the cast?

Good question, Anon!

Ironically, I find it kind of difficult to imagine Grim as a human or a beastman, and whenever I try, I imagine something similar to his animal form – a hungry little gremlin lol I should draw his humanised form at least once!!

He’d probably be a bottom. The type that acts big and cool but in actuality just wants to be coddled and cuddled. The type that does something stupid and reckless and then looks down all guilty and mumbles that he’s sorry. He’s also an “ore-sama” type of character, and for some reason we tend to see those as bottoms, so I guess that tracks lol

As for the ship, I don’t really know… maybe Ace? Or Yuu since he is the one that ends up taking care of this animal lol But also Stitch because why not.

Anonymous asked:

Have you ever watched spy x family? It might not sound interesting with how family friendly is but I have a feeling you could like the main male lead and his bratty dark haired brother-in-law

Unfortunately, Anon, it’s a bit too straight and family-focused for us; I doubt we’ll be able to push through the main characters’ dynamic and story :(

Still, thank you for your recommendation!

Anonymous asked:

Are you interested in romance games? If so you should check Touchstarved, good world-building set in an post apocalyptic medieval era, the love interests are eye catching and if creating a oc to ship with is not your cup of tea the guys dynamics between each other have a lot of shipping potential~ (two are exes/fuck-buds/situationship)

I think I heard about it, but never really dived deeper into it. We’re not suuuper interested in romance games, but it looks interesting! We’ll keep it in mind :)

Thank you for your recommendation!

[talkshitgetcrit]

oh barbed love, consume me (ch. 1)

Pairing: Aemond x F!OC (Malisse)

Warnings: uhm, sexual undertones, mild physical violence, a bit more emotional violence tbh

Summary: a steamy, hot reunion that ends less than ideal

Chapter 2

Malisse jumped off her horse and tossed the reigns to a stable boy.

He caught them, wide-eyed and shocked.

She wasn‘t sure wether it was because she always – always – insisted on taking care of her own horse after riding. Or, if he was shaken by the same thing that also made her feel panicked right now. Well, maybe not entirely the same thing.

Without sparring him another thought she jumped up the steps towards her father‘s keep, as she had done countless times before. It felt good. Easy. Her body still abided her, even though she felt unstable, as if something inbetween her muscles and bones had turned to liquid, kiltering her off-balance.

“Lady Malisse!“ Anytha, her mother‘s maid came towards her, the same fear written on her face she had also seen on the stable boy‘s, though for her it had colored her cheeks in uneven red blotches.

„The prince! I mean the younger one – Prince Aemond – here is here! And he is“ – „I know.“

Malisse was surprised by how easy she sounded. As if the nervousness wasn‘t choking the breath out of her.

Anytha swallowed and took a deep breath, and some of the worried wrinkles seemed to even out on her face.

Well, if Malisse’s rigid appeal worked to calm the servants, that was something, at least.

“It would have been hard to miss the dragon on the meadow outside. Now, where is he?”

”In the small supper room.”

Malisse grasped her dress, so she could lift it up, as she hastened up the stairs, Anytha in her wake.

”My mother?”

”She–“ Anytha’s voice faltered. “She couldn’t.”

“I see.”

Malisse simply replied. She had not expected anything else. They were at the top of the stairs now, and Malisse made sure that the doors to the supper room were closed shut.

They were, and she knew the heavy oak drowned out any noise. She would not be made to whisper and creep around in her own home.

“Make sure she stays in her room. Position guards at her door, if necessary. Haveher dine with Robbet in her chambers tonight – if he can keep is mouth shut, it should help her to calm down. Or even better, make Maester Aelwyn give her some milk of the poppy.”

Anytha bowed her head.

”As you wish, Lady Malisse.”

She hastened off and Malisse took a deep breath, standing in the dim hall.

Usually, she loved castle Stokeworth. It seemed so steadfast, like nothing could disturb the mighty slabs of the stone walls or the giant timber beams of the roof.

The creaking and whisphering of the old castle was as much part of her life as her family was – her serious, silent father and her anxious, slightly madened mother.

Now, she almost flinched when she heard a far-off noise echo down the hall.

For a quick moment she wondered what if he was wandering through these hall right now what if he was looking on from the shadows, listening–

She forbid herself to whip her head around and stare.

Don’t be silly. Don’t let fear rule you.

She raised her head, and pushed open the door.

Aemond was sitting at the fireplace, lean and perfectly poised, just as last time she had seen him.

How could this bastard climb off a dragon’s back and still have not a single knot in his hair?

She clenched her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching for her own hair, which was probably a mess after her unplanned galopp back to the castle.

He turned around, not even bothering to get up as she marched closer.

“Lady Stokeworth. What a pleasurable surprise”, he declared.

She made her way past the long dining table, wordlessly, raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Aemond was quiet for a moment, clenching his jaw as he turned back to her.

“What – are you doing here?” she snapped.

Slowly, Aemond got up.

With a hint of satisfaction she noted that after all, his perfect hair could get messed up, apparently.

Then, she realized how he towered over her in his dark leathers.

Heavens, had he grown even taller since she had last seen him at court a couple months ago?

She took a step back, or tried to, before his hand closed around her wrist in a tight, merciless grip – but not as merciless as his lilac eye that was glaring down at her.

“Lady Stokeworth. Would you like to give this another try? You are speaking to a prince of the realm, after all.”

She let out a huff.

”No. I am speaking to the guy who buttered me up and took my maidenhood when I was drunk!”

As she spoke she tried to break free of his grip, and it was as if her words had made him flinch, face turning solemn when he suddenly let go.

”You appeared at my door. You asked me”-

“I was drunk”, she repeated. “I was desperate.”

”Oh yes, you were truly desperate“, he shot back.

“What about that time in the Godswood? I thought you were gonna leave welts on that tree with how hard you gripped it.”

He sounded utterly satisfied with himself.

“Or that time in the library. It was your idea, despite you having such a hard time keeping quiet when I” – “Enough!”

He smirked, the corners of his thin, perfectly shaped lips curling up.

She stared at them for a moment.

Goddamnit, a few words off his filthy tongue and she was – she tore her graze from his lips and marched past him, dropping into the chair he had sat in before.

”Again – what are you doing here?”

He turned slowly, taking his sweet time to look around the room before he answered.

”I bring a letter for your father.”

She sat up straighter.

“My father isn’t here, and he won’t be back before nightfall. Give it to me.”

He hummed, tilting his head, thinking.

”No, I don’t think I will”, he replied slowly.

“Aemond” – “Prince Aemond. You know I only allow to you to drop the title when we’re in the sheets, and when you are” – she had jumped up and clasped her hand over his mouth.

He stopped talking, and she could feel his lips curl into that gods-be-damned smirk against her palm.

His face felt hot against her hand, and the heat, the closeness, the smell of him, it all seemed to go straight to her head, and to the pit of her stomach.

She dropped her hand, and his grin grew even wider, while his hands landed at the sides of her waist. His fingers slightly grazed her back, right there where even the lightest touch always sent icy, delicious shivers down her back.

He pulled her closer, so close she felt his breath on her face, so close she could feel the outline of his manhood against his leather pants, even through her dress.

She silently cursed. Even despite her hatred for him, despite her wounded pride she still wanted him.

He took his sweet time as one hand wandered up to her hair, to pull the band away that had kept it back from her face, while his other hand grazed past her breasts, and slowly wandered up over her bare skin, up over the neckline of her dress and up to her throat.

She let him tilt back her head, and the hunger the liquid desire in his gaze made her feel insane, because that was what she was feeling.

Fuck, she thought she had gotten over this. He, on the other hand… She tried to remind herself that to him, she was just one of many.

His desire for her would cease, and turn to arrogance and coldness once he got from her what he wanted.

“So…” she whispered, leaning into his hand around her neck, “what are the contents of that letter?”

It took a moment, then he blinked and his demeanor immediately changed.

”So you haven’t changed. It’s all just a means to an end with you, huh? Always:”

He sounded almost bitter.

Now what in the seven hells was that supposed to mean?

She opened her mouth to ask, but he was quicker.

“Really, you would make for an excellent courtesan. Just a pity your poor father has been cursed with such a whore for a daughter.”

The callously spoken, demeaning words almost punched the breath out of her.

For a moment she contemplated if she should slap him again.

Oh it would certainly feel divine. She wanted to pay him back, wanted to hurt him, like he was hurting her.

But no.

She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing how much he could still hurt her.

She straightened her back.

“Call me a whore all you want. I know you would not say no if I asked you to come to bed with me right now. You’re just a hypocrite, sleeping your way through every brothel in KIng’s Landing, with every woman that will have you. I do assume they upcharge you, considering…” she vaguely gestured towards her face, on the side where on his face there was the eyepatch.

It felt cruel to speak these words. It felt destructive and powerful. It hurt herself, because she knew how much it would hurt him. Like fire, that cleaned off all the mess as it destroyed. If he wanted to make her suffer, she would take him right with her.

“I mean, the thing with your eye… it only runs skin deep. But it’s a warning sign. That you’re an abomination.”

She looked at him, and his face was stony. A bit paler, perhaps, but that might as well could have been the light.

“Thank you, Prince Aemond for making this so easy for me. You’ll never again get to touch me. Never.”

She turned around, walking past the fireplace, to the door that led to her family’s quarters.

“So I do hope the memories will keep you warm tonight. But, just in case, shall I have the servants light a fire in one of the guest rooms?”

He was quiet, long enough that she almost began to regret her words, as her anger slowly fizzled out and died down.

“No.” His voice sounded raspy and uneven.

“Well in that case – I assume this is it, then. I wish you a good night. And a good life, prince … or perhaps not.”

She made it halfway down the hallway, she made it until the heavy door shut behind her, then she let her tears run free, stumbling over to lean against the wall, as her legs gave in beneath her.

She had hoped – it had been silly, but only now she realized she had still loved him, had still believed that perhaps, he loved her, or at least appreciated her, too.

She knew the thick oak doors muffled every noise.

And so it was only the familiar creaking of the castle around her that witnessed her sobs and the agony of a freshly broken heart.

In that regard, the castle was witnessing more than just one broken heart.

Stupid, Aemond thought to himself. How did you think anyone could ever love you? Even more so, someone like her?

He had pulled the two letters from his pockets.

He didn’t have to look all that closely, to know which one was which. He had asked the maester to seal one with the king’s sigil, and the other with his own, after all.

The one with the order’s for her father to come to the King’s Landing, he left at the head of the table.

The other one, he threw into the flames of the fireplace, without hesitation.

You fool, he thought to himself again. He had spent nights agonizing over this letter. And even more time fantasizing, planning, imagining what he would say to accompany this letter.

After all, it did not happen everyday that you asked the father of the woman you loved for her hand in marriage.

Aemond watched on long enough to make sure the letter would be consumed by the flames.

Then he turned and left the hall, hastened down the stairs and stepped outside. Heavy dark clouds hang overhead, like a dark omen.

Nothing much worse in the future than what just happened now, Aemond grimly thought as he hastened out the door and towards Vaghar.

She could feel his anger and his pain, and she restless, had torn through some fences and trampled a stable, and she had torched some trees across the meadow.

He didn’t stop to examine the damages. He didn’t care. He climbed on Vaghar’s back, and they raised up towards the stormy sky as rain began to fall.

A/N: like any author, my will to write is directly coupled to my ego, so, feed your local author some crumbs of validation in the form of likes/reblogs/comments/whatevers, if you would like to see more of these two (please i have these unhinged people stuck in my head now and they want to get out and terrorize all of you, too<3)

[gorogues]

andrewmoocow replied to your text post: I just want to give her a hug.

Same, TBH!

demonbirdsforever said: Thank you!

No problem :)

Spoilers for Wonder Woman #12 beyond this point!

timethehobo replied to your text post: I’m of the same mind as you on this issue. Thanks for reviewing it as well.

Glad to hear it, and no problem! People needed a heads up on this.

demonbirdsforever replied to your text post: I heard from Wes (Critical Thinking) that Wonder Woman was going to get the… “Batman Treatment”. I guess this is the start of that.🧐

I hadn't heard that, but it's not surprising given that Tom King wrote Batman for several years. It's clear that to some extent he's differentiating between Diana and Batman/Batfam, but here she's not as different from them as she'd probably like to believe. That could be interesting if she realizes it in an issue or two and it leads to some soul-searching, but I'm not feeling a ton of faith in that.

demonbirdsforever replied to your text post: Side thought. The Interrogation was poor. I’ve seen tv investigators do it better without laying a finger on the perp. How embarrassing.

It was. In fairness, Damian's a kid, but Diana really should have had better control of the situation and of herself.

orion-nottson replied to your text post: DC writers try not to write a frankly bizarre amount of unnecessary violence challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

And it's in that weird awkward zone in which Digger gets the shit kicked out of him but is somehow not bloody and bruised. Not that I'm jonesing to see him hurt, but realistic consequences for the violence might better drive home how brutal this was.

lfthinker replied to your text post: What I don’t understand is why Digger’s so reluctant to betray Waller. I thought a big part of his character was that he wouldn’t think twice about selling out the Suicide Squad. Why wouldn’t he jump at the chance to screw over Waller if he knows he could get away with it?

It is weird, yeah. I guess it's possible he's allowed to be free in exchange for his silence (and maybe assistance), but I can't imagine that even Digger enjoys seeing his friends (or colleagues, if we're being pessimistic about his feelings for other people) depowered, imprisoned, and enslaved. I guess it's also possible he agrees with Waller's goals, but that seems less likely because she also wants to take down low-powered everyday villains like him.

eusouomar replied to your text post: Wow I really hate all of this. The issue, I mean, not your review. Your review is spot on.

Thank you, I'm glad :) But yeah, I feel the same about the issue.

longitudinalwaveme replied to your text post: Our heroes, whom we are presumably supposed to like and root for, engaging in acts of at least borderline torture for an entire issue: definitely not why I read comics. This is like when they had Zatanna and Barry be involved with brainwashing people in Identity Crisis and its aftermath. Or how they had Ray Palmer torturing Killer Moth in that terrible Justice League: Cry for Justice miniseries. Ugh. Who wants to read about superheroes behaving like supervillains?

Both Marvel and DC (but especially DC) go through their edgy phases, and it's honestly tiresome. But it's interesting, I did a quick google of some fan reviews of the issue at other sites and none of them expressed dismay over the torture or even had a problem with the way Digger was treated. It obviously wasn't an exhaustive search and maybe there are others who are upset, but maybe it's just us Digger/villain fans who are bothered :\

longitudinalwaveme replied to your text post: And while I'm glad DC hasn't totally forgotten about Owen, but I dislike the snobby jerk entrepreneur version so much that I almost wish they had.

It's honestly surprising that they didn't, as it was just one story more than five years ago. I would have figured that someone at DC would google Owen and get the more famous version.

ammomancer replied to your text post: wait wym douchey entrepreneur, i didnt realize owen had even showed up post new 52 before this

He appeared in one previous story, which you can see here. He was very different from his pre-Flashpoint self, basically a new character with the same name.

pixie-mask replied to your text post: Our…heroes? Not just as a Boomerang fan but this isn’t enjoyable to see. Last I remember they weren’t anti-heroes. But this is my opinion on a quick look. Will …enjoy reading later.

It's especially disappointing from Wonder Woman, and even a bit surprising that it's in her own book (and not, say, some event comic like a Crisis title).

[hairstevington]

flowers and ink (final part)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are happy. Chrissy and Robin are happy. Jonathan meets Argyle. Everyone is happy!

Part one, part two, part three, part four part five part six part seven part eight link to Ao3

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: So sweet you'll get a cavity tbh, Jargyle (because why not), they are idiots one last time, also more Gareth!

Author's Note: Awww, it was emotional to close this one out! Thank you to all who have read and followed along. I can't believe this was only going to be 2 parts at first. I am a FOOL with Steddie brainrot. Until next time!!

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Eddie said he’d gotten him a gift, but it sure as shit wasn’t this. 

“Oh, my god,” Steve said, holding it up to see it in all its glory. A t-shirt with words printed over a rainbow across the chest: Steve & Robin - Not dating, just gay and codependent. 

“Obviously, I have one for Robin too,” Eddie said, tossing Steve a second shirt. 

“Oh, my God!” Steve repeated, laughing this time. It was perfect and so incredibly weird. He couldn’t wait to model them with his best friend and take the most ridiculous not-couple pictures of all time. “This is - I mean, Jesus! I love it, but would you let me be the impressive one for once?”

Eddie looked Steve up and down, then smirked. 

“With those abs? Don’t worry, you’re still the impressive one here.” Steve blushed, then sat up in bed so he could put the shirt on, but Eddie stopped him. “Woaaaah there, what are you doing? You can’t cover up, I’m enjoying the view.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“You’re not going to let me use the gift you got me?”

“Not yet,” Eddie replied. “I’m actually kind of regretting the whole thing now. You should probably never wear a shirt ever again. Can I have it back actually?” Steve chuckled, then smacked Eddie playfully on the arm.

“No way.”

“Steve, you wound me," Eddie joked. "But fine, as you wish."

Eddie and Steve had been official for 2 months at this point, and everything was kind of perfect. They each continued to work their respective jobs, and with their added happiness came enhanced customer service. 

Bob was happy - both for Eddie’s shift in demeanor as well as for the business. They were doing great! Plus, he got bonus points as a step-dad for introducing Will to Eddie and the shop. Will came to visit a few more times, and this time he got to talk to Steve, too. It was clear that seeing a happy gay couple was important for Will. He hadn’t seen much of that in his small town, so seeing Eddie and Steve be so grossly into each other was refreshing. 

And gross.

But mostly refreshing!

One day, Will’s older brother dropped Will off at the shop, introducing yet another cool person into the friend group - Jonathan. By then, Eddie had succeeded in making Argyle his friend, and the two of them spent many nights smoking and watching those stupid stoner comedies together in Argyle’s weird, confusingly giant house that he somehow lived in. 

Seriously, how did the guy have a house like that already? How did he have the money to travel so much with Chrissy? Her show was good and all, but it couldn’t possibly be getting her that much income. 

In any case, Argyle and Eddie were buds, so Argyle also happened to be around when Jonathan walked into Ink About It. 

The bromance between Jonathan and Argyle was pretty much immediate. Eddie would have felt mildly jealous about it if he hadn’t noticed some very familiar (aka queer) vibes between the two. Perhaps Will wasn’t the only Byers grappling with their identity, that's all Eddie was saying - but it was just speculation. Eddie kept his mouth shut (except to Steve, obviously, who fully agreed). In due time, as with anything else. 

So then they all hung out - Chrissy, Jonathan, Argyle, Steve, Eddie, and Robin. They’d formed quite the friend group - all of them getting along with each other beautifully. Argyle even hosted a road trip with the squad in his giant pizza van (???) so that they could all surprise Gareth at a Corroded Coffin show.

That night was epic, and it finally cemented Robin and Chrissy as girlfriends.

After their date, they’d both been super into each other - undeniably so. Yet, because Chrissy was so often moving around, they’d decided it was best to just stay friends. 

Yeah. Eddie and Steve knew that wouldn’t last very long. 

It still lasted longer than it should have, and the pining was rampant. Every time they all hung out, the two women wouldn’t stop staring at each other, cracking jokes, and giving everyone else in the room ample opportunities to share knowing glances…

And then they went on the road trip, and they got super drunk, and Robin tended to speak a lot more freely when she was intoxicated. 

She professed her love to Chrissy on the dance floor. 

It was a bold move, but it paid off. Chrissy and Argyle extended their stay in Hawkins, and Robin and Chrissy became an official couple. 

Coincidentally, that night was also pretty huge for Eddie and Steve. Firstly, because Chrissy and Robin had dropped the “I love you’s” before they had, which felt kind of ridiculous, considering Eddie and Steve obviously loved each other. 

“The fucking lesbians stole my thunder!” Eddie yelled from the bar, watching Robin and Chrissy hug each other on the dance floor.

“What are you talking about?” Steve asked, amused at his boyfriend’s antics.

“Ladies and Gentleman!”

Gareth’s voice boomed from the stage. The band had taken a quick break, but were back on. Eddie grinned, then grabbed Steve’s hand.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get closer.” They wandered through the crowd (past Chrissy and Robin) as Gareth continued. 

“We’ve got a surprise for you all. You see, my boy Eddie Munson requested we play a special song tonight. So, this one’s for you, Flower Boy. Lord knows we wouldn’t play this for anyone else.”

Before Steve could even process what was happening, the band began to play. It wasn’t metal, it was -

“I Melt With You,” Steve said once he recognized it. “I love this song.”

“Iiiiii know!” Eddie responded, laughing. He pulled Steve into him so they could swing along to the music. “This was my whole master plan. Was gonna have them play this and tell you I loved you and it was going to be this whole beautiful moment but then Robin-”

“Eddie,” Steve interrupted, laughing. Eddie’s jaw dropped, and then he facepalmed. 

“Oh my god I totally just said it without meaning to,” he said. “I’ve been holding out for WEEKS and -”

“You’ve loved me for weeks?” Steve asked, touched. 

“Well, yeah,” Eddie replied. “Duh.” His eyes bugged out on that last word, his voice taking on a goofy, boyish cadence. Steve smiled.

“You’re so ridiculous,” he said, shaking his head. “And I love you too.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, grinning.

“Duh,” Steve replied, attempting to mimic Eddie’s response from before. “Robin didn’t ruin your big plan, by the way. That was all you.” Eddie chuckled.

“You still love me though,” he said. Steve nodded, and then they were kissing. 

I’ll stop the world and melt with you.

Yeah. That song pretty much said it all.

Everything felt just right🌹

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[gay-for-zoya]

helloo Bee :D

Since I absolutely suck at checking my tumblr and replying to you, I would love to speak with you on a very important matter !!

*cough cough

First of all I have some questions!!

What is one thing you wish was more accepted in society?(:

Do you have a favourite pair of socks ? (Like is it just me =| they are just more comfy ?)

what is your favourite album of all time ?

Do you think ww3 will happen soon? (deep dark topic springs from the soil) I think its important to think about, with the elections and stuff? Idk

What is your favourite time of day? :3

Ok those where so random but they were fun!! You don't have to answer them if you don't want to <33

So anyways I was thinking about art the other day , like who ever decided to make human self expression into something surrounded by sooo much prejudice, also like how is it so beautiful to put our ideas fears joys and pains into something physical?? Omg I love it SM :3 idk if that makes sense?(:

Anyways thanks for your time ((: ily !! Have a wonderful evening and eat some cheese (or don't (: )

byyeee

Hello!!! Tysm for the ask ily to!!

One thing I wish was more accepted is definitely any form of alternative fashion. Like I want to dress like a fantasy character without being scared I'm gonna get shouted at by random people. I wish as a society we could just let people express themselves!!

Tbh I usually wear tights so no, but I really want to get a cozy pair or socks when autumn starts

I'm honestly not sure. I feel like there's definitely a possibility unfortunately. It feels like humans have a habit of repeating old mistakes (one of the reasons I think history should be taken a lot more seriously as a subject) so if not now I imagine one day it probably would happen even if it's not in our lifetime. The elections are giving me so much anxiety omd 😭

Not that I'm usually awake for it but I love sunrise. It's so quiet and pretty!!

Your so real about art!!! I feel like it's so underappreciated like people are constantly consuming art but artists tend to have such a hard time within the industrie I hate it. But art is just amazing the fact that through human history we have always expressed ourselves creatively and the fact that our art will be our mark on this world. It will be what we're remembered for. If humans ever go extinct art will be the biggest look into our cultures because art can never die.

This was so fun omg!! And you right I absolutely should eat some cheese have a great evening :))

[lostusagis]

It's not munday, BUT! I wanted to show my appreciation for you anyways ♡ Reading things you post on both your blogs, like talking about headcanons or literally anything about the characters in general, are always fun and interesting. I'm always learning something about them through your posts and our interactions and I just come to love them more and more. I never thought I'd be so invested in Gintama, but here I am! And it's all because of you. Also you're incredibly funny like bro you have me smiling and laughing at the shenanigans that happen hahaha! Your blogs are always so fun to visit overall tbh and it's such a joy to see you on the dash. Everyone should follow you cuz your stuff is amazing and I love how you portray your muses. Such different personalities and yet you execute them so well and I think that's so cool. YOU'RE so cool! 😊 Man I could go on and on, but I'll stop it here. Although, TRUST that I'll be giving you more of these asks in the future ♡ I wish you a wonderful day, Dee! You deserve good things!

( aaaaa thank you i really appreciate this since i was feeling really annoying today and having stupid thoughts hahahhaha. I'm really happy my content managed to make you invested in gintama :)) that makes me suuuuuper happy. these characters mean a lot to me and have genuinely become a huge comfort. It's nice to know someone reads the stuff I post, since I often feel ignored and whatnot when I post things about the siblings sometimes and end up getting in my head regarding that. But aaaaah like, you always showed interest and it makes me enjoy being mutuals with you soooo much. Like if I ever lost all my followers and you were the only one left I'd be happy, because of how invested you are into what we write together. You have noooo idea how much I appreciate you, we haven't known each other long but you're probably one of the best people I've ever encountered in the RPC, you make me wanna log on everyday and I even have notifications on for your blog. Every time you send me something like this it gets me choked up kdfgdkfgfkg. Thanks a lot Carmen, you really are the best. I look forward to doing more stuff with you and dw I'll wait forever for any reply from you, the wait is always worth it. Hope you have a good day, you deserve it. ♡♡♡ )

[madmadmilk]

lol why else do i log into this account besides to complain? (idk if that sentence even makes sense lol)

but wedding planning rant below >>>>> ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

basic facts about us/the wedding: my bf and i have been together for 10 years, ya we've been talking about weddings but can't justify the $$$. then in feb we said fuck it, we'll never be able to afford a house lets just get married. sooo we've been cram planning through the year while doing comic/anime onventions for our wedding in august this year, yipppeee!!! we both have huge families, and tbh we don't have much drama between us but (of course) there's a lot of tension between family members everywhere. but main consensus is that we're both well liked and loved, so everyone is happy. (yay!) wedding planning has been stressful and fun, but also kind of made me conscious of things i literally don't care about.

the problem:

soooooooooo i don't want a big wedding party (but my mom wants me to give every single family member a role in the wedding -- no.). so i have a party of my sister, two close cousins, and a very good friend. yay? right!! should be, YAY, right???????

hm, so last week, i noticed that one of my cousins, we'll call her cousin A, hasn't really been replying or seen in a month? so that was like weird, and i've noticed some weird stuff but like... idk the world doesn't revolve around me (or my wedding) so I just assumed that life was being life, and gave space.

well.

suddenly cousin A's mom blocks and unfriends most of my family across social media. (cousin A's dad is my mom's sister etc they have a lot of sisters) then everyone goes ???

even i'm like ??? cos i'm still on their friend list.

THEN, cousin A tells me she has to tell me something...

she says that her parents are struggling, and that she hasn't spoken to her dad in a month (my maternal uncle? idk if i phrased that right). and of course, life is life-- i have no judgment, only sympathy for everyone. BUT that means that she and her mom cut off everyone in my family..... because they don't want her dad to spread rumors etc, and don't know who has been told what...

cousin A and her mom wish to disappear from our lives.

???????????

like i said before, life is life, i can't understand their situation-- i dont' know all the sides, but i have immense sympathy for the situation. obviously i dont' want people to fight, i want people to be happy and able to live their lives to the fullest.

so---- though this is not the most important part>> she says that she and her mom and family will not attend my wedding. she's unsure of being there because she doesn't want to face questions and scrunity.

i understand.

i'm just horribly sad over it.

of course i didn't write all the details, but i'm just so sad over this. cousin a is like a sister to me, and i have a horribly hard time getting close to people. i'm so introverted and terrible at keeping up, and i haven't always been the most present for her but.. it just makes me really sad to watch her pull away.

a selfish part of me wishes she could just be there for me, but i understand she needs to go her own way and figure things out at her own pace.

just makes me sad.

and worse, i can't tell anyone about this because no one (on my side of the family) know why they've been distant. no one knows that she's said some bad things about them. no one knows the vague-posting they've been doing freakin facebook. it feels pretty irreparable to me, but no one has seen it all yet. then-- cousin A's family is going on a big trip together, just her, her parents , and her BF and she said who knows maybe they'll make up. maybe things will return.

i don't know what to say to that.

i'm grateful that she called me to give me an explanation instead of leaving me hanging, but it hurt my feelings to be told matter-of-factly. of course, this is something that her family has to work out but yeah.

i probably sound so selfish, but i can't even talk to my mom about this. there's too much of this that is not my story to tell or talk about. too many unkind words said, over something that might... return to "normal." kind of just feel miserable about it.

i wish there was an easy solution, i wish there was a way for ME to just.. be understanding and chill out but it's just sad. i'm not good at keeping secrets, or sitting still. but i'm trying to just focus on myself.

we'll see what happens.

people are going to ask me questions soon, idk what to tell them.

if things turn out to be "okay," then "great." i'll just have some lingering bitterness.

yippee!

TL;DR: one of my bridal party (a cousin), is in the middle of excommunicating my family (over internal family matters)-- thus dropping out. of course it is sad and distressing, i'm trying to be understanding. i'm sad i'm losing a sister, and that she isn't choosing me.

^lol that makes me sound terrible tbh haha. like i said, lots of stuff can't be said but yeah... just sad. i'm literally not going to fill her spot, because doing so would make me feel worse. i'm too sentimental.

[slutnali]

From my understanding the people on twitter were more upset with her response to biblegirl, who tweeted something along the lines of “the sooner we accept that most adults do cocaine the better” (not the exact wording, she deleted it now cause the response was overwhelmingly negative, but the sentiment was normalizing cocaine use bc it’s prevelant) and Denali responded “tea”. To me that’s a lot more 🤔what do u mean by that🤔 than anything she said on the podcast.

This is long so I'm adding a read more out of curtesy and also because we are talking about drugs [not very descriptive but still]

I remember seeing that earlier while I was out but don't remember it word for word, wish I did tho

But from what I remember, I thought there was some truth to it. Many people do it, it's not just rampant in the lgbt+ community but everywhere else. Does it make it okay? Absolutely not but from what I took from it is that there's just so much shaming for it and I think harm reduction should be discussed. That's not to say that you should glorify it and I don't think they are, however its such a delicate & complicated topic that people are quick to jump at each others throats defending their stance, etc.. With Nali replying 'teaaa' I think also it has to do with the fandom's reaction to it as well.. like, it always gets weird?

I remember when s13 had been announced and people did their digging and found out about her mugshot etc.. the fandoms reaction gave me an ick because people were very much 'omg how scandalous teeheee 🤭" gossiping and theorizing it... and then again when she'd made a joke about her mugshot on the GITMS segment and then people were actually thirsting over it on twt.. like it was weird imo.. and yeah, she was open about it and to some extent you could argue "she made it our business" but I think this'll probably be the last time she does share about it and I don't think she owes us any more stuff about it if she doesn't want to. That's just me though.

Could the tweet have been worded better? Yeah, but again, the tweet from Biblegirl was deleted and I can't really go in depth. But tbh I don't want to go further into depth or back and forth after this ask and another i have, because this blog is mainly for reading [and occasionally writing] drag race fic and thirsting over my faves.

There def is a discussion to be had when it comes to people who have used it and people entirely against it, and there's many points to be shared on both sides. I've seen some of it while I was scrolling twt a while ago bc I follow a bunch of dr girls [obvs] and local queens.

As for Denali, if you no longer want to support her that's fine and your right. If you need/want to separate yourself from that, do it and if you're a follower or mutual of mine that wants to unfollow me there's no hard feelings. If you do wanna keep following me you can black list 'denali foxx' and 'denali' so you wont see posts with her tag. I cant speak for everyone else who may not tag but I can for my blog because I always use them and tag accordingly.

Drug use and talk happens and it's not a cancelable offense, in my opinion at least. There are many many queens who openly talk about substance use but I rarely even see anyone bring it up: Willow and a bunch of s14 girls doing shrooms, Camden talking about how blackout she was while touring last year and not knowing how she got safe to her hotel room, Sasha C mimes sniffing coke or smoking on stage, all the open stoners, etc.. when it comes to this and other topics people are very pick and choose when it comes to their faves so idk..

but again, this is all my opinion and ramble and its okay if we have a difference.

[the-travelling-witch]

guess who's alive? exactly, me!! :D *slumps down and never gets up* (sorry in advance this will be quite the long ask >_<)

i get the feeling of fried brain, my session just finished ;-; #neveragain (wish i could say it for real tho) it's not a problem if you can't add much ahah, really, so don't worry :3

i feel you, my rbf isn't of any help but luckily those who receive my love know it and about the rest i don't care °v° and as i said (i think) as long as you're genuine i don't think that's a problem, honestly is what matters ^u^

yeah i noticed the game and noticed only now i forgot to ask you a question but now head is empty so whatever 🫠 if you say so then brb gonna go buy pencils for xiao and you so you can fill each other's skin with drawings and writings eheh~

me too honestly, i just need to relax, eat good food and sleep for hours trapping the indigo menace in a cuddling hug >:3 for movies i'm down bad for pixar but indie and artsy sounds good too 👀 and slow dancing at night is just something sooo cute and sosksiskdjsjskwj i'm down bad pt2

we can agree that villainous fictional men >>>>>>>>> goody two-shoes hero, but morally grey characters deserve a mention of honor, a whole hall just for them @^@

NOW, ONTO THE NEW MODERN SERIES FIC FUCK I'M SO EIDJWKSNDKWJWOSJSIHS

childe you cocky little menace with that shit-eating grin 🤺 i love this type of grin it sends me on cloud nine but also actives my fighting spirit lmao

i loved every word and the implicit mention of scara's partner and childe's being colleagues, what a chaos putting those two in the same room because of their lovers (saw the other asks, died of laughter)

it had me going 👀 when reader went "one coffee for the mystery man" LIKE MAN THE AUDACITY i would have prayed the universe to swallow me especially after ginger's reply folsdoodsj so good really

also, a curiosity: since you mentioned yanqing (my son <3) does this mean that gi and hsr men will interact more often, being in the same universe? tbh knowing some characters either they will get along well or a big fight would start the moment they see each other pfft-

anyway, i think that i covered everything so that's all! as always, take care, drink water and coffee, eat healthy and sleep well at night, you can do this! and good luck with uni :3

bye bye~

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hii great to see you back and good job on surviving!! i’ll put the answer under a cut for brevity’s sake haha

well i hope i sound and look genuine bc sometimes i feel like i don’t and if i try to sound more excited, people would probably think i’m faking it; but yeah my friends probably know by now how i act so i think i should be good :>

don’t force yourself to participate if you can’t come up with something, i promise i still have enough material to go through (me, typing a novel for a moot’s entry /aff); whenever i doodle on my arm i normally just use ball point pens or eyeliners but i also saw people using like actual colours for painting/body paint and i really want to try that; having someone drag a brush and paint over your back must be such a funny feeling <3

i’m not watching a lot of films right now, so i can’t say what my favourite genre is but i do love a good animation (i still need to see the new spiderman aaahhh); speaking of going to the cinema: there’s sth so special about going there during daytime and coming back out when it’s dark outside; imagine walking home after the film with your fave, he gives you his jacket against the chill of the evening and you laugh and joke as you discuss the film you just saw until he gently grabs your hand and starts twirling you around under the light of a street lamp… *sigh* what a dream (frantically scribbles into my notes for the modern au hshsh)

i just think villains and morally grey characters just are much more fun to explore; would i want hazbin hotel’s alastor to be real or would i like him if i met him? no because he is/was a serial killer, but in fiction? fascinating, intriguing, fun to explore; fiction just gives us the means to explore these morally not so cool actions and mindsets without most of the consequences, and i love that (also it really is sexy if a bad guy drops everything for their love; who wouldn’t want to be their partner’s priority; also also, villains with their own set of moral code, like ‘sure i’ll burn down a city but hit a woman? i would never’)

childe activates my fighting spirit in general, like come over here and let’s bicker, you gorgeous idiot, and maybe i’ll kiss you afterwards <3 and also yes that grin… it might be here bc of the writer’s bias…

i just had to make them colleagues!! please just imagine them gossiping about their bfs after work or during the double date the readers are just talking the night away whereas childe and scara just have this icy atmosphere around them, but the second their partners look over they melt bc they’re just so in love dorks, all of them

and omg yes, thank you for mentioning it, i’ve been dying for someone to point it out: it’s official, it’s a genshin/honkai shared au!! it’ll be mostly genshin with some hsr characters but yes!! they’re sharing the same universe, they will be interacting (now we wait for someone to mention the company vizion is signed under… i wonder who works there… /silly)

thank you, make sure to take care of yourself as well!! <3

[mooglestiltzkin]

can’t stop thinking of the viz’s app translation choice to a) call nagisa naoki and b) call nagisa trans instead of a cross dresser

(checked out ch 349 on mangadex and yeah neither of these changes are there in that translation. nagisa isn’t named but it’s clear who they’re referencing, and is referred as a cross dresser)

like in some ways, both decisions i can see the logic of, after some thought. but that still feels somewhat confusing to suss out.

the first one: getting nagisa’s name wrong. these kids knew nagisa for one night, they don’t know him that well—the most they can do is remember the first syllable, and guess the rest, even if it’s incorrect. fair enough.

the second one: i’m… pretty sure this was for modernising it, even tho!! trans isn’t the same as cross dressing!!! like there’s a spectrum, and complexity to it, but… idk… there can be overlap, when trying to figure themselves out, yk?

like i came away from ch 342 being like. oh, nagisa is a cross dresser. why? bc ryunnosuke asks “are you queer?” and nagisa replies “no i’m a boy”, to which ataru and mendo quietly realise that’s why they’re not attracted to nagisa. then the next time the characters talk about nagisa, it’s been a few chapters and call him trans, and that threw me off.

but thinking about it… maybe the viz translators went with trans instead of cross dresser bc again, the UY cast don’t know nagisa well at all, and possibly being trans is more… hm. modern? than saying that someone is cross dressing? and maybe they forgot that part?

but also. you meet a pretty person. who doesn’t correct the assumption that he’s the daughter except once. doesn’t disagree with the dad. ryunosuke is angry at being mistaken male, nagisa in contrast doesn’t mind at all. i can see why characters could have gone “oh must be trans”, rather than “oh they’re a cross dresser” to try and fit a more modern perspective, but also they don’t remember nagisa that well, and didn’t get to know him much either, and some time has passed! so you forget some details!

(and also there’s a lot of gender fuckery in UY, this really isn’t the strangest example here)

but then you have the follow up of a classmate asking if nagisa is a boy. and i kinda wish there had been additional changes of nagisa going “oh no, i’m not trans, but i do like cross dressing”. but then he’s been raised like a daughter anyway and idk if that distinction matters to him. but coming from anyone else identifying him as trans/cis, and idk, probably gets a lil dicey, depending on how it’s handled.

the thing is. ryunosuke, despite being raised male, was born female and sees herself and identifies as female. it’s… unclear how much nagisa cares tbh. my inclination is that yeah he’s prolly cis, and is just used to wearing women’s clothing and doesn’t mind it getting mistaken as such. (tho he did let ryunosuke know, but otherwise went along with his father.) the intent is probably cis cross dresser, considering ataru wasn’t attracted to nagisa, but instantly jumped a dolphin changing from male to female right in front of him, tbh.

idk, either way i think the real issue was translating ryunosuke into saying “i’m not kissing a trans ghost!” what’s the problem ryunosuke, that nagisa is trans or a ghost? or both at once, idk.

needless to say, the mangadex version doesn’t have that translation!

anyway, i think it is fine that the class mates are unsure about the specifics with nagisa and get things wrong and ask him bluntly. why should i expect them to know how to approach the subject delicately, when it’s probably stranger than ryunosuke’s situation. but at least ryunosuke’s is pretty insistent on clarifying matters whereas nagisa seems fine on not correcting people tbh.

like i don’t think it’s a horrible choice to have made but i wish that it came across a little less confusingly?

i think i can sort of get my head around it, but at the same time, i think given the choice i probably wouldn’t have had the UY cast go call nagisa trans, just bc he’s less vocal about how they are perceived compared to ryunosuke, and just stuck with calling him a cross dresser ghost tbh.

[bbael]

hello !!! hi again !!! I love you !!!! I almost cry looking at those parakeets u sent in another universe i am flying to you right now to help prune your little feathers and bring you the finest millet and berries love u <333

i feel like have been gone from here so long and I probably genuinely have,, I promise I’ve thought of you every day tho and am always reminded of you :’(

& I’m good thank u !!! life has seemed so busy lately, I’ve been dying to message u but I’ve always been on the verge of falling asleep by the point I have a free minute T~T biggest news is that I’ve started a new job tho !! I ADORE it,, everyone there is so so lovely and they give me free coffees and baked goods (lately pumpkin & stilton scones & chilli-chocolate mince pies, yuuuum)

We’ve also had Guy Fawkes recently which is my absolute favourite time of the year. I’ve gone to pretty much every display across like,, three different counties bc i enjoy it so much :’) many warm crackly bonfires, fireworks, mulled cider, and toffee apples :3 although nobody seems to do the whole effigy burning thing anymore which is a shame bc i always though that was pretty metal 💀

anywho !! i hope you had a beautifully haunting spooky season, a sweet Rosh Hashanah last month, and are keeping nice and cool (?) whilst i try to stay cosy :3 hope you have been well and ur house move went amazing and all is good, do let me know ur own updates as i always love hearing about what ur up to 🥺🖤

love u endlessly and I’m always wishing you the very best of all things from the bottom of my heart 🖤🖤🖤🦇

Hiii his claud yessss finally I get to reply to your lovely ask but yeah I miss you terribly so I thought I'd dust this a bit and reach back ahah. I've read it a few times since you sent it & always trying to reply but I never have something as interesting to tell you so it's been a minute!! Nevertheless it makes me so immensely happy you've been having such a good time, and really am hoping you currently are as well.

Two things ☝️ tbh if I were your coworker id also feel inclined to shower you in pastries and cookies constantly and not only bc I love you but bc its just the natural reaction to have to an angel such as yourself hehe. Glad to hear u have been met with grace from others,, which you deserve a lot!! (Also your current(?) workplace sounds yummy ;_;)

And then, I didn't know what or who Guy Fawkes was until your ask and for a hot minute I thought it was some kind of celebrity, but then things didn't add up sjdjfk I had to look it up.... Anyhow, looks like so much fun?? And such a cozy holiday for what it is.. The cider must be especially nice and I agree with you that they should bring back burning things bc it always adds a little something to events doesn't it......

I wonder what are you up to now though!! Feel free to hmu with updates 🥹 <- guy that is begging.

I don't remember if I ever told you about how my move went in the end and all the little things about it but basically it's great and I got a job real quick (with kiddies and annoying people and that I don't really enjoy but it's money..) and I've been adapting nicely even though I miss my province like crazy. I want to go back sooooo badly it's making me feel stupid for moving in the first place. At least I got January completely off hehee..... Probably am going back to bs as for some days in the next couple weeks waa but don't wanna jinx it!!

It's nice though, now it's summer and it's desert-ish and jungle-ish here so it's hot as hell, but during the last few days of winter/early spring I did see snow and frost which is pretty sick as I'd only seen that...once before?

Also thank you so much for the Rosh Hashanah and birthday wishes omg (Im saving your birthday ask btw), tbh I don't remember what I did for either of them......

I'm hoping you're having a rly nice holiday season yourself now and keeping cozy!! I know you enjoy it and wish I was around so we could have some mixed holidays together as both Hanukkah and Xmas fall kind of on the same date haha <33 id give you sufganiyot and you'd share whatever you guys have for Christmas over there? Gingermen bread? Panettone? Ajdjfjr hopefully.

Whatever. Thank you so much for reaching out back and. love you more than I could ever come to express in a silly little reply so that's it. im holding u so tightly psychically, If u feel strangled it's me hugging you 🥰🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

This is us, again

[s0ft-d3cay]

Blood Stained Embrace(pt.1/2)

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | This will be a two parter because I wrote so much for this one shot. Might do a prequel of what the reader did idk yet. Y/N is used and this is not beta read...

WARNINGS: Mention of past violent actions, mentions of blood(not too graphic, like blood splatter, smudging it, and cleaning it), anxious situation of guilt and actions on side character(reader overthinking and taking responsibility over his actions), side character is unconscious, yes that side character is William Afton, angst between the reader and Mike, low-key depressing tbh, mentions of abandonment, reader is a technician for the animatronics, I promise the next part ends happily and even flirty.

(Here's part 2!)

WC: 1,666

The wrench made a soft thud as it meets the carpeted ground. Y/N is frozen in place, breathing heavily from his earlier actions. The body before him on the floor, bleeding was none other than William Afton. The killer wasn’t dead, Y/N wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. The man gazing down as his normal blank and distant expression settles.

The soft footsteps from below the main stage brought guilt to his heart, the heavy weight spreads through his veins. Y/N inhales a breath, releasing it shakily. "You weren’t supposed to see this…Mike." He replies in a low despair filled tone, his usual flirtatious and smooth self gone in the moment. Y/N turns around to face the other man from the arcade. Face, neck, and work shirt splattered with specs of blood.

"I…I.." Mike mumbles, surprised at the sight of the technician. Seeing the darkened splatters disturbed the night guard even more. His eyes filling with dejection and worry, stuck between his shock and urge to help Y/N. With the added unconscious body of William, he couldn’t move. The technician had warned him-had told him to not look towards the arcade. "What did you do?" He questions with a soft and concerned tone.

"He’s unconscious, probably has a concussion. I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re worried about." Y/N clarified, using his arm to rub off some blood on his face. Smudging the vibrant color of red over his face, leaving dull tendrils across his cheeks and forehead. Mike’s heart dropped once Y/N spoke, he wasn’t worried about William anymore. He’d just witnessed the technician hit the man three times with the wrench. Sure Y/N had mentioned he’d been in situations like this one from his past jobs, but that didn’t stop his agitated heart from longing towards the other man. "Y/N…are you okay?" The night guard asked with a strained voice. 

Y/N felt the the panic and heavy-hearted distress in Mike’s voice, his expression softens at his question. Eyes rimming with sparkling gloss as he smiles, nodding his head. An overwhelming weight of blame beginning to form with in his gut. "Yeah, I will be…don’t worry about me." Y/N stated, glancing back at the unconscious man, sighing out heavily as a plan begins to form within his mind. The technician knew his words wouldn’t soothe the night guard, but it was the least he could do.

Concern only continues to fill Mike, Y/N’s response was...confusing to him. Watching as the man smiles with borderline tearful eyes, heart painfully sharpening in sympathy. Mike takes a few steps closer to Y/N as the other man kneeling before the unconscious William. What was the technician planning? Was it for William, for himself or… Mike still didn’t know what to do, but that gnawing fear pushed him to walk towards Y/N. "I should be fairly quick, I’ll take him to the hospital, drop him off and…" Y/N pauses mid sentence, collecting his breathy terrified words. Painful words he never wished to say, just the thought of them alone made his heart squeeze.

But he had too, he had to leave, right? He did something wrong and the night guard…he clearly was scared. So Y/N did the only thing he vowed to never do again. He leans down, picking up to carry the well dressed older man, his back still to Mike. "Finish your sentence, Y/N..." The night guard said in a sharp tone.

"I’m sorry." Y/N utters out softly, turning around with a limp William in his arms. His gaze now completely full of tears, face drooped in empathic guilt. He never wanted to hurt Mike this way. "You…will never see me again after this, okay? I’ll leave for good so you can live your life not having to deal with this…with me." Y/N adds after a moment of thick silence, voice wavering and cracking with his words. His emotions trying to free themselves through his verbiage. 

Mike shakes his head desperately, now a few feet away from Y/N. The technician was still on the higher ground of the arcade, seemingly frozen in place. "No.." He whispers, breathing becoming uneven. Heart racing almost pounding out of his chest in primal fear, Y/N was the first people who’d been a friend to Mike. Who’d been patient with him and who’d actually cared for him. He couldn’t lose Y/N…the one person he’d grown to be comfortable around to-"No, Y/N I don’t want you to leave!" He vocalized quickly, the heartbreak and remorse bubbling up within him.

Y/N shook his head, heart shattering piece by piece. That gut wrenching pain getting the better of him as he begins a walk of shame past Mike. Each step increasing his self-blame and ridicule, he couldn’t…he couldn’t live with the knowledge that he’d scared the night guard, that look of terror on Mikes face made the technician curl into himself. "Please just…just let me go," He muttered brokenly.

The night guard, now frustrated with Y/N’s lack of care for himself. His own mind blaming himself for the technicians actions. "Y/N…" He breaths out shakily, hating-no loathing how his close friend spoke. "Please don’t…If it was anyone else, I would run away for my life, but…I can't…" Mike whispers out, following the emotionally stunted man closely, only a few steps behind. Those harsh emotional words etched into Y/N’s heart like a needle and thread, bouncing off the walls of the pizzeria. 

Crossing through the dinning room, the technician gets a few feet to the entrance, stopping in his tracks. The glow of the sun’s rays beginning to peak over the horizon, cascading over Y/N’s and William’s frame. Giving the two an eternal glow around them. The warm contrast over the heart aching scene didn’t stop Mike’s heart from skipping. His eyes dulling as his resolve pulls between persuading the technician to stay or do nothing. A horrifying silence filled the atmosphere, void of hope and melancholy. Y/N looked over the indigo skies as his morality fought against his instincts. The technician so badly wanted to turn back to Mike and apologize for his words, to make everything better. But this was his own mess and he seems to have stained the most important person in his life on accident. 

"I need you to unlock the front doors. I…I can’t with him in my arms." Y/N had made up his mind, he was planning on fixing this. The technician couldn’t lose another important person again. He breathes out heavily, face turning back to Mike with a hollow gaze. A slight twinkle of warm still reflecting back to Mike. "And…I’ll come back." Y/N adds.

Mike’s blood runs cold, Y/N’s last statement of returning didn’t seem too confident. He knew Y/N was a bit of a liar at times, but he didn’t want this to be one of them. "O-okay, just don’t take too long." Mike says in a lighter tone, sounding almost desperate yet composing to a softer voice. "I’ll be quick and Mike?" The technician replied apologetically and genuinely, wanting to explain his actions. His anger and focus on William clouded his mind, completely pushing him to shut down and that wasn’t fair to Mike. Y/N knew that…watching as the man unlocked the entrance, his veins still hot blooded from his exasperated actions towards the man in his arms.

Mike’s tired eyes flickered to Y/N, heart pining at the use his name again. The tone in his voice made him seem far more apologetic than earlier, and Mike's fears about the technician never talking to him again grew with every passing second. He unlocked the doors quickly, opening them immediately after. He took a deep breath, watching as Y/N walked out the door with William.

At the night guards lack of response, Y/N breathed out shakily. Nodding his head as he walked through the doors. He eventually puts the unconscious man in the back seat of his car, moving up to the driver seat. The car door open, Y/N looks back towards Mike. "I’m sorry, I never wanted to show you this side of me." He expresses wholeheartedly before climbing into his car.

"I don't care...It's fine, really." Mike waves off, his voice sounding a bit desperate and worried. Hoping Y/N would stay and not drive off, just a little longer. He took a few small steps forward, moving towards Y/N's car. The technician shook his head, rolling his window down he responds. "It’s not..." He says simply turning his car on, eyes shifting away from Mike. "I should be back within five minutes," The man reassured, sympathetically.

"That's not the point, you can't just leave after this," Mike replies back, his voice sounding slightly stern. He didn't want to get angry at Y/N, especially not after what happened. He wanted to talk about this with the unsteady man and fix everything. "Just...wait, please."

"Can we please do this when I don’t have someone bleeding out on my backseat." Y/N declared in a rushed annoyed voice, he didn’t want to have this conversation. He knew with a clouded mind, nothing would be fixed or talk about genuinely. "Look, I need five minutes to cool off and I’ll be back. I do want to fix this and apologize about what I said earlier." He reassured over, wanting Mike to understand.

Mike took steps back, "Fine..." He mumbles, voice still sounding a bit stern. He hoped everything could be fixed between the two of them again, he didn't like being on bad terms with Y/N. Watching as the man drove away, whispering to himself. 

"Just hurry up…"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.