#i'm sorry op i got carried away

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#bro’s entire worldview got rearranged #like he’s objectively good w academics? the existence of shinigami and the ethics of killing and the ways to value life suddenly #it turns everything he knows and everything he’s good at on it’s head #suddenly the physical world and science dont work the way theyre supposed to #philosophy and theology are rendered useless in the face of gods who dont care #and he NEEDS to know there’s something still within his control. theres still an objective good and bad and that it DOES matter #bc otherwise? he has to completely rearrange himself anyway and that is Too Much for naive teen boy

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YES. Light had grown up being told by everyone how 'we can count on Light!' like he was really really not accustomed to minor failures let alone a gigantic failure of accidentally killing two people.

He had the choice to either:

a) accept that he fucked up and live with the fact that the former virtuous best student of Japan was a murderer (even if it was by accident: he didn't think that the Death Note worked before he tried it on)

b) deny that it was all a mistake coz Light Yagami never makes mistakes (not on such an enormous scale that is), rationalize his actions to the point such that his killings served a purpose actually- his actions were not accidental or evil or contradictory to his morals- but in fact necessary to rid the world of evil (he HAS to convince himself that it was deliberate to rid the possibility of him making a mistake)

You can guess which option Light (our boy who wants to be righteous at all costs and who CANNOT bear to be labeled a murderer) opted to choose.

And even then he was so guilt-ridden that he thought he was gonna die for his wrongdoing so he decided to make the most of the time he was alive before a Shinigami arrived to claim his life. He wished to make sure his life of mere 17 years had a purpose. Before his punishment, he wanted to ensure that his actions (killings) mattered.

So, of course, he proceeded to kill many many other criminals until Ryuk arrived. He was (according to him) going to be killed for God's sake. You could argue that Light wanted to be punished- to die like a martyr for his cause.

However, as we all know, that doesn't happen. Ryuk not only tells him that he won't be killed, he also tells him that all people, regardless of the morality of their actions, after death go to Mu (neither Heaven nor Hell). There is no divine being out there to judge anyone's morality here; there's only apathetic Shinigami who simply kill humans to lengthen their own life spans. In other words, there is no divine order.

And Light refused that. If there wasn't order, he'd make order. Otherwise he'd have to confront the fact that all his actions (his more than hundred kills in a matter of days) were meaningless as Ryuk is not there to tell him if he's good or bad.

So, he has to carve out meaning in a world if only for his own sanity.

You know what, yeah. There’s all this talk about calling into question Light Yagami’s mental health to understand why he’d end up the way he is in canon.

But I can’t help but feel like that kind of discussion takes for granted how emotionally and psychology heavy and mind bending not only unintentionally killing two people is, but having reality as you know it entirely shifted by the knowledge that it’s fully possible to smite somebody down just by writing their name down in a magical book.

The existential implications of this when you’ve lived your whole life not even believing in the supernatural otherwise is a lot. I think I’d go absolutely mad instantly, too.

Everybody else in the series has the benefit of growing desensitized to this phenomenon over a period of time from a distance whereas Light is the first to find out and has to deal with it head on right in front of his face. Yeah, I’d be not okay in the head.

[wolves-in-the-world]

tags on krakenartificer's post about a leverage au where nate enters the priesthood but ends up running cons for people who come to him for help anyway:

#now i need a crossover episode of catholic priest nate who's still running leverage style shenanigans #with father brown [via @trivalentlinks]

thank you for making me stare at the wall in fascination and horror about this crossover

they'd be occasional allies occasional confidantes they'd go behind each other's backs once or twice and only kinda regret it. This nate hasn't gone through the same loss as in canon, but that wouldn't make him a whole lot softer, so he'd be fundamentally irritated with father brown - his tested and unshakeable belief and his optimism about the human condition - and father brown would be generally concerned about everyone on nate's end, and nate not the least of it. They'd play chess together and be fairly well-matched. They'd visit each other's confessionals to check in.

we'd get some interesting acknowledgement of father brown's "I'm nice and simple and harmless" grift (which I could also call power negativity) which is only kind of a grift because he really is that nice and harmless beneath, except that he uses it to get information from people.

flambeau would be utterly thrilled and (playfully?) insulted not to be father brown's only criminal associate.

the leverage crew would be correctly suspicious of flambeau, I think, but sophie would greet him by name - possibly with a kiss to the cheek, possibly eyeing him like he's a viper in their midst - and reference some very improbable occasion when they were after the same prize. He mentions she was using a different name then; he doesn't say what it was. Bonus points if he also had his eye on the dagger in the Rashomon Job but had the flu / was unexpectedly in prison / had to attend a grandmother's funeral at the time.

I have this certainty in my mind that the leverage crew would be largely dismissive of sid's abilities and he'd kind of snort and roll his eyes about it - he's at worst a common criminal and very lower class, so he's used to being understimated - and surprise them with his connections or lock-picking or holding his own in a brawl or fixing an elderly car in the quickest dirtiest way imaginable. (Parker would decide she likes him then; the others would be reassured after seeing how gentle he is when talking with her.) He'd also nope out of leverage's business at a sensible time, because father brown's rubbed off on him and he doesn't actually want that kind of danger - unless the con's personal.

(I'm not sure whether to set this in leverage time or drag it back to father brown's 1950s so I'm settling for mashing the two together and pretending it's not an issue. See also: geography.)

… father brown would have I think one harrowing conversation with eliot where they mention their time in the military, the marks that killing people and losing people leaves on a person - father brown already does this in canon, tells someone it's unfair that they're mired in trauma and alcoholism when he found his faith through trauma instead, it floored me - and after brushing on repentance and god here, he wouldn't bring it up with eliot again. (I think father brown varies on this in canon, frankly, but he often respects that kind of boundary, and I think he'd recognise a wound so sore it should be left to heal however it can.)

(yes I'm playing with fictional priests like barbie dolls but no I'm not comfortable with the conversion aspects, so apologies and bear with me while I skate on past that.)

(he'd describe eliot as a good person, once, or as someone working very hard at it. Eliot would be on edge about that for the entire con, finding a little too much uneasy satisfaction in getting to knock people out and play the bad guy - play at the simpler stuff he used to do. Sophie might catch father brown for a word about it; father brown wouldn't be that clumsy again.)

I think father brown and nate would both talk bunty out of getting involved in a joint kembleford-leverage operation except in the most innocent way possible. The problem is she actually would make a good getaway driver, and she's thrilled with the idea, but she's already had some run-ins with the press and the law and can't risk another; luckily she's better used as a distraction elsewhere.

and I'm sorry to do this, but I think lady felicia's husband would be a mark or potential mark at one point. It would be fraught.

(the main reason I haven't recommended father brown's heist episode (s7e10), aside from not having a background on the politics in it, is that it shows lady felicia as a victim and pulls the heist on her behalf. The show largely convinced me to ignore the messy reality of her and her husband's inherited wealth, but that episode made me kinda uncomfortable - which is a shame, because seeing these characters pull a heist was fucking great.)

mrs mccarthy would be used against her will or knowledge as a distraction while someone's pockets are picked. She isn't told until afterwards, and then only half by accident. She is, of course, horrified. Father brown was absolutely the one to suggest it in planning, but flambeau slips in mid-apology to smoothly take the blame.

I could in fact go on and this is in fact a problem.

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editing to continue:

I'm actually thinking that father brown might approach eliot from an ex-military angle and not a Religious Authority angle at all - eliot was raised protestant, after all, and it's an entirely different vibe. And I have to think eliot's guarded around father brown for the very fact that he's a priest and seems to mean it in a way that nate, I feel, wouldn't. So they may avoid the topic entirely, or as close to it as they can when brushing on, well, eliot's entire moral injury situation. Which is good news for me.

bunty would admire parker for being different and capable and getting up to exciting things, though would probably fail at any attempts at friendship until she thinks to ask what parker likes doing and ends up learning to pick pockets that evening. The second those two are around buildings tall enough to rappel down she's in danger. (The second parker can slip away at night she's giving the church a go; father brown gives her a look the night before and quietly warns her about the dodgy roof.)

mrs mccarthy decides fairly quickly that hardison is a very nice young man (his nana instincts are online and functional) even if he spends far too much time on the wretched computer. She's determined to feed him and half the time he's determined to find ways to politely refuse, though the strawberry scones are actually pretty good.

she's appalled by eliot's job, and fiercely territorial of her kitchen when he offers help, even just cleaning up, but once she's seen him get in the way of trouble she's absolutely catching his arm and half hiding behind him in any crisis real or perceived. (She still doesn't approve of him.)

lady felicia sees hardison and eliot as two very different kinds of novelties and does some talking to hardison about tech (mostly listening and marveling) and some quietly ogling both of them, and especially eliot once she's seen him fighting. (Eliot unfortunately turned on his charm when he realised she sort of expected it. She doesn't get to chat with charming southern gents all that often - it's very shallow, and she's not serious about it.)

thank goodness bunty's too young for eliot so I don't have to go there. He has to tuck her out of sight in a barn at some point when trouble's headed their way; when the mess is almost cleaned up and she's grabbed a rifle from somewhere to tell the the remaining goon to clear off, with every appearance of competence, eliot takes it from her and disarms it with a smear of blood under his nose and a slightly betrayed expression.

hardison and sid get along, aside from a little initial insecurity on the parker front, and get to bitch a bit about flambeau, who hardison mistrusts from the start.

flambeau... he admires parker, from a distance - professionally and not very effusively - but after he watches her work for a while he seems to realise who she was trained by, and tells her as much. He says he was too, for a very short time, and it's unclear if he'd gain anything from making it up. Says that he and archie had a difference of opinion - and has a way of saying it that implies there might have been fire involved.

[fragglerockopinions]

Hello I'd love to ask about your kristoph !!! Tell me about her !!

HELLO!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING, I LOVE TO SHARE MY SILLY AUS AND HEADCANONS!!

(SPOILERS FOR ACE ATTORNEY 4 AND 5)

So I adore Kristoph Gavin and I got tired of pretending to hate him because the rest of the fandom thinks he's lame and sucks.

To be fair, the way I write Kristoph in personal stories and art is a lot different than how he is in canon, because my interpretation is a lot cooler and tries to answer some of the questions that canon neglects.

So!! My version of Kristoph Gavin:

Is possessed by a demon. It explains the fucked up scar on his hand and his sudden desire to commit murder out of simple jealousy. It's like a Venom type relationship where the demon can manifest itself outside (but still attached to) his body and talks to him and he responds verbally. • Is the Phantom. This part only works if there is a demon. When I played Dual Destinies and the villain was revealed to have a wounded hand, I got SO excited!! I was like ? Kristoph? Gavin backstory?? Klavier's cameo is going to turn into him being a full witness??? But alas.... - So in my personal silly version of the story, Kristoph, having escaped from prison using the demon's ability to alter his face and mimic voices (and still feeding this demon through murder), is once again upset that someone is trying to find him out. He beats Detective Bobby Fulbright's face in and steals his clothes, dumping his lifeless body outside of the Gyaxa science center. Bobby survives in this, but it takes many months of physical therapy once they're able to identify his mangled face, and many years of surgery to restore his face to even remotely resembling what it once looked like. Simon is there to support Bobby just as much as Bobby desired to support him. Anyway, after upholding the front of the Coolest Defense Attorney in the West for years, Kristoph's stoic mask was destroyed by Phoenix Wright (his ex-fiance), Apollo Justice (his former apprentice), and Klavier Gavin (his hated younger brother, who he could no longer manipulate once the truth was revealed), leaving him a shell of his former self. After escaping from prison and hiding his identity by wearing the faces of others, including Phoenix Wright's, Kristoph Gavin as we knew him was completely gone. The Phantom's breakdown showcased his loss of identity, having been lying for so long that he could no longer remember which face was his own. Kristoph is murdered in the demolished courtroom under the open sky.

UNTIL HE IS RESURRECTED WITH DEMON MAGIC AND RETURNS TO JAPANIFORNIA!!! WITH AMNESIA!!!!????

Also, about Kristoph being she/her, I only headcanon that in the universe where she is normal and not possessed. Both Kristoph and Klavier are she/he/theys and it kind of pisses them off to be so similar lol

My random Kristoph headcanons:

He lives in a quaint old house filled with antiques that probably belonged to their dead great aunt or something. All the furniture is floral print and covered with crinkly plastic. He makes guests take their shoes off at the door.

Speaking of family, his father died when he was very young, and his mother is aggressively Christian. Kristoph was the pride of the family until Klavier was born and subsequently grew into a gifted and multitalented student, prosecutor, and musician. Of course this fueled Kristoph's jealousy of his brother.

His dog, Vongole, is a borzoi! Klavier got custody of her, but he set her up as Kristoph's emotional support animal in prison. For those who don't know, that's a thing in Ace Attorney! Established in AAI, prisoners get esa, like Dogan with his dog and Blackquill with his falcon.

He named his dog Vongole because he loves seafood. It's all he cooks in his house. He can cook, of course, he's a bachelor!

He smokes cigarettes, and probably weed when Klavier visits. He burns a lot of incense to hide the smell.

He is into BDSM. I'm sorry i know that's random but I just think it's extremely funny for the proper serious suit lawyer man to like roping and whipping people. It's a control thing, which is a huge aspect of his character. I will elaborate in a post about this specifically if anyone wants AGNVFJB

He played the clarinet in high school. It is an instrument just as elegant and despised as he is!

His favorite color is pink. The ribbon around his neck is pink and Vongole has a collar to match!

He is queer and omnisexual! (The flag matches his color scheme lol)

He befriended and started dating Phoenix before he found reason to hate him, which is arguably worse than him pulling that shit on a stranger. Phoenix was lonely after Miles went abroad again, and the two got coffee, and it blossomed from there. Kristoph was aware that Phoenix was suspicious of him after a while, but they both held the belief of keeping your enemies close. Phoenix would joke about his food being poisoned every day, and Kristoph would humor him with a faux fake-innocent smile.

He has never uttered the word "love" in regards to anyone but Vongole. Not his mother, not his brother, not his boyfriends.

While they were working together, he and Apollo worked out together. I think this is so fucking hilarious.

This is crazy I know but in the aus where he has amnesia and/or doesn't kill anybody, he trains to become a prosecutor with Klavier. He feels that in order to make up for his disdain in the past and the utter shitshow that was Klavier's courtroom debut, he wants to practice law together so that Kristoph's debut can be with his brother. Also he's dating Shi-Long Lang I KNOW hear me out!!! Miles left Lang for Phoenix, and Phoenix left Kristoph for Miles, so Lang and Kristoph can meet in the middle :) Kristoph needs a strong man with a gun to make sure he doesn't sneak off to poison anyone else. Also I just think Kristoph is subconsciously attracted to weirdos because it's very funny and the pattern started with Phoenix.

He made exactly zero friends in prison. Normally I like to think Prison Gang like Blackquill, Keyes, and Godot are all pals, but he was not at all part of any cliques and sat in his cushy chair in solitary confinement for years, just muttering "Wright" over and over.

His voice sounds like J Michael Tatum's typical fancy gentleman voice!

HE is the one to change his hair after everything. He can't bear the thought of looking like Klavier, who has earned the right to exist exactly how he pleases. His hair is a point of shame now, after it exploded in court. He now styles it as he does in my icon, based on his concept art!!! (DRAWN BY CYANCEES <3333)

[rayveneyed]

continuation of this au

cw: mentions of cheating/infidelity/disloyalty; vague allusions to sex

“so, like, what’s his deal?”

two months into your relationship with sukuna ryomen, you’re personal-assistant-turned-friend carries a bouquet of a hundred red roses into your dressing room. they’re so large that they eclipse her entire top half, and she pants as she sets them down on the table, cursing to herself.

it’s the first night of your mini-tour, your first performance in a good few months, and you don’t bother pretending that the sight of the flowers doesn’t soothe your nerves immediately. there’s a little note attached to the pale-blue cellophane that hugs the flowers; in his chicken-scratch, a love letter. i already know you’ll knock it out of the park. blow their minds, baby.

you read it over and over again, mind flitting between the set list for the night and where you’d been just days earlier — in his home, in his bed, in his arms. he’d sent you off well and truly satisfied, called you almost every day since, and hadn’t missed a single good morning text. and now, this. you fight a swoon.

hair laid — 1940s pin curls — and makeup done (a deep, oxblood red lip, really selling the whole vintage aesthetic), you lift your head to peer at her in the mirror. karmen really would kill you if you got foundation on your neckline — the first dress of the concert is white, glimmering with rhinestones and embroidery, a more virginal jessica rabbit moment. you force yourself to hold your chin up and away from it. “hm?”

“you know.” unscrewing the lid of her water bottle, nina waves it in a vague shape in front of her. “sukuna. ryomen, that is.”

“is there any other?” you joke. she sends you perhaps the most unimpressed look she’s ever bequeathed you with.

“i just never thought he’d be your type,” she continues, casual. “like, real oil and water vibes. i don’t know. but the roses are a nice touch.”

you hum. you’ve known her long enough to not take offence to most of what nina says -- she's wonderfully blunt, and you value that greatly. instead, you pick up your phone and open the camera app, zooming in and out to snap a couple of pictures of your flowers. exposure up, down, up, down -- should you take one at an angle? “oil and water?”

“yeah, i guess." there's a moment of silence, and then: "like — you’re always talking about how you wanna settle down and get married and, like, be loyal to someone, y'know? and he’s just — look, i’m not saying that he’s not loyal to you, i’m just—”

she makes a noise of frustration, and you snort. "he's just, like, a little bit of a whore, right? sorry, i don't mean to be mean -- but has he had a serious relationship in the past 10 years? and all of a sudden he’s talking about you to anyone who will listen — allegedly. allegedly.” she pauses. “how are you taking this so lightly? i'm literally bagging on your man."

finally, you set your phone down, and actually take a second to heed her words.

in truth, you had been extremely cautious when sukuna first showed an interest in you -- sat beside each other at a fashion show, never having met before. you'd be stupid to call it mere coincidence -- nothing in this industry ever really is, and the organisers had definitely gotten the photo op moment they'd hoped for. you're almost 100% sure they hadn't expected for him to stare at you like an idiot, or for you to shoot him your most demure smile, or for the actor to pull out his most casanova-esque moves.

you're not stupid, and what nina says isn't wrong. you're not into hooking up, or one night stands, or being another notch on someone's bedpost -- you weren't before you got famous, and you sure as hell aren't now, when there are cameras around every corner and gossips at every table. and sukuna isn't exactly known for his long-standing relationships or his monogamy -- it's almost like a rite of passage, you think, for a girl to have a shadowy nightclub picture taken with sukuna. if not a shadowy nightclub picture, then a steamy pool shot, or a sensual beach picture, with his hands up her t-shirt and her's down his pants.

despite his general bad-boy appearances in the media, you'd heard that he was quite… kind, if that’s the word. brash, but kind. a little hardheaded, but hard-working, and not too difficult to work with. you've met music video directors that had sung his praises and trusted producers that had called him a good friend. maybe that's why you'd spoken to him when you caught him staring, instead of sending him a smile and continuing on.

"is this your first time at a mugler show?" because it had been yours, and you didn't know what else to say. you wouldn't call yourself shy, but you're certainly not the most adept at small talk -- and you're not ugly, but sukuna is intimidatingly pretty for a man. and the tattoos, and the hair, and those smouldering eyes and long lashes...

"not my first,” he'd replied, seemingly unbothered that he had been caught staring. "y’know, i don't think we've met before."

"no, i don't think we have.”

and yet, there’d been no need for introductions. you were both aware that the other knew who you were.

"you, uh — you doin' somethin' after this?" the question had come out of nowhere -- at least, to you it did. what you didn't know is that he'd been repeating the question to himself from the moment he'd sat down beside you. and while his face didn't betray anything -- his jaw set and his eyes in their usual half-lidded state -- if you'd reached out and placed a palm over his chest, his heartbeat would have rabbitted against your hand.

you had allowed yourself a smile, and tilted your head. of course, his reputation proceeded him — but you were nothing if not a risk taker. maybe that’s why, instead of outright denying his invitation, you said: “i don’t do casual, darling. sorry.”

his eyes had been almost piercing. that wasn’t a no. “who said anything about casual?”

you’d quirked an eyebrow. “really? you want to go steady with me?”

“why not?”

“you don’t even know me.”

“i want to.”

and fuck. it wasn’t the smartest decision in hindsight, leaving the show so openly with him — but you did, arm in arm, and he hadn’t yet broken your trust. perhaps stupid of you, you didn’t believe he would.

“y’know,” you say, snapping out of your memories. you’re back in your dressing room, clutching his card in hand, staring at your reflection. “i don’t know what it is. i don’t know why he suddenly changed his tune. i don’t know why it was with me. and — well, i know he won’t, but if one day he leaves me for some waify scandi model, i’ll know he didn’t really change at all.”

nina nods, slow, like she finally understands. “you’re going in headfirst.”

“yeah, i guess.”

“that shit’s scary.”

“yeah.” you lift the card to your face again, thumb smoothing over where he’d scrawled your name, the little heart where he signed his love. your cheeks feel hot. you know there’s a facetime call waiting for you when you’re back at the hotel, tucked into bed and sleepy. “it’s really not so bad, at the end of the day.”

[brinstar-real-estate]

also: there's been talk of the trending popularity of puppygirls dying down and giving way to bunnygirls or catgirls again or something. and idk maybe that will happen. maybe the mass subconscious will become infatuated with bug girls. but i don't think the appeal of puppygirls can be easily replaced bc the idea of a dog in pop culture is wayyyy too versatile and interesting. the association with unconditional loyalty is just so fucking juicy, and how the object of their devotion responds to their love adds a whole other layer onto it. you have lapdogs who are loved and cherished and get gently laughed at for being silly, worker dogs who have to get shot in the head by their masters after they get bit by a rabid coyote while defending their flock. you can have dogged persistence or be in puppy love, and calling someone a dog has always been a dehumanizing insult. if you're pathetic and spineless and stupid you're a dog. they inspire love and affection and give comfort, they inspire fear and cause pain, they'll rip you to shreds with teeth and claws or curl up next to you when you're sick in bed; i truly cannot think of another animal that has such a wealth of connotations and contradictions within itself, tied to this idea of mindless devotion and loyalty. so i think puppygirls and other dog people will always be relevant

the reason the catgirl trend gave way to the puppygirl trend so quick is because people realized you can't order around, leash, or praise a cat. as per deluzeian philosophy, people crave a progression twoards creating roles in society which accomadate their need for being psychosexually dominated

[thezombieprostitute]

Would werewolf Steve take me apple picking and help me bake apple pie and let me boop his nose with flour? I’m in a very fall mood today.

I haven't thought about Werewolf Steve in such a long time!

Warnings: Mild/implied smut.

The Northern Forests are absolutely gorgeous this time of year. All the different leaf colors make the forest look breathtaking. The only thing more beautiful, to Steve, was you.

It's been over a year since you woke up to a muscly, hairy man rowing you down the river to get medical assistance. In that time you and Steve grew closer than he imagined he could ever let himself get. You were more curious than afraid of his wolf side. You showed him unending trust that he longed to live up to. You even got him willing to go out and interact with people more and more.

While the two of you were living in the middle of nowhere, you focused on your nature photography and conservation efforts, and Steve found himself getting back into painting and drawing. It was a side of himself he had shut down in favor of keeping himself, his wolf, under control. After his first transformation around you, where you hadn't run in fear, and he hadn't attacked you, Steve soon learned his wolf needed freedom, not a prison. His artistic side, his protective nature, his need to look after others, those were the things that would keep his wolf side from destroying everything around him.

So when the autumn hits, Steve is more than happy to take you to some of the nearby farms and orchards. He's gone from being a recluse to feeling excited to go out and do things with you. He makes sure you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting, almost appearing to have inhuman strength until you chide him. He can be a little careless about keeping his werewolf nature a secret when it comes to showing off for you.

Other than that, things go well until you have an almost literal run-in with one of the young men working at the orchard.

"Ope, sorry about that, Ma'am," the young man quickly apologizes.

"It's fine," you assure. "I should've looked where I was going."

Steve is standing behind you, your back to his chest. You swear you can feel his growl. The young man makes the briefest eye contact with him before ducking his head and carefully backing away, still apologizing. You try to turn around to look at him but Steve wraps his arms tightly around you and runs his nose along your neck.

"Steve, you can't do that," you scold him. "It was an accident."

"He touched you," Steve quietly growled. "Almost hurt you."

"Steve? Are you...are you okay?"

He nips your neck, making your breath hitch. "Need to get you home."

"We gotta pay for these apples, first," you tell him. He grumbles but acquiesces.

At home, Steve doesn't even let you grab the apples out of the truck, mumbling promises of getting them later. He's thrown you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house. You laugh and call him a caveman, causing him to smack your ass. He gets you on the couch before ripping your clothes off of you and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Several hours later Steve keeps his promise of getting the apples for you. You're sitting at the table because your legs aren't working at the moment. He actually looks guilty as he places the baskets of apples on the table for you.

"I'm sorry about that," he says. "I don't know what came over me. I just...I know it was an accident but seeing that guy touch you, I...I guess I got a little..."

"Territorial?" You finish for him.

"Yeah, that," he nods. "I had this uncontrollable urge, a need, to cover you in my scent. Mark you as mine."

"Well you certainly succeeded," you chuckle. "Now get to helping me peel and slice some of these apples for pies."

Steve smiles. Domestic bliss was something he was certain he'd never be allowed after becoming a werewolf. But you've upturned his world in the best possible ways. You turned this place from a house to a home, making it a refuge, not a Fortress of Solitude. As you carry on with the baking, filling the kitchen with the delightful aromas of apples and cinnamon, Steve still can't keep his hands off of you. His excuse is that you were so weak kneed before he's gotta keep his arms wrapped around you so you don't fall. He doesn't even bat an eye when you boop his nose with a flour covered finger. He just wipes off the flour by nuzzling your neck, making you laugh.

As the night approaches, Steve's wolf becomes more awake. Steve can tell it's trying to get his attention about something but he can't figure it out. That night he's more restless than usual, but it's nowhere near the full moon. Not wanting to worry you, he tells you he's going to go do a territory check to burn off some energy. Though he's gotten better about transforming in front of you, he still waits until he's sure you're asleep before doing so.

In wolf form, Steve takes a deep breath, gathering information. There is something different. Something that wasn't there before. He wants to investigate it but his wolf form is in charge and is insistent on doing the territory check. It seems extra focused on security. He spends much of the night making his rounds before finally investigating the source of the new scent. As he gets closer to home, the scent shows up again. It grows stronger as he gets inside the house. Maybe it's the apples? The baking? Steve thinks. He swears he feels his wolf roll its eyes at him.

They get to the bedroom where you're sleeping and that's when it hits him. She's pregnant! Steve's wolf lightly growls in confirmation. The two are aligned in this moment in their desire to keep you, and their pup, safe. But how is Steve going to tell you?

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[mono-dot-jpeg]

tiny exception [pt. 2] - stellaron hunter crew

summary; there's one little exception to the rules of the stellaron hunters...

genre/extra tags; one shot, fluff, a lot of fluff, comedy, children are menaces but it's okay, blade will be punting a kid (/j), rich aunt kafka, silver wolf doesn't know how to handle kids

[platonic] [5-7 year old reader] [gender neutral reader]

[buy me a kofi to support!]

word count; 615

a/n; finally i have finished the part two of this iconic work bc someone requested it. hope you enjoy!

[rule 1; don't bother blade]

this rule really should be obvious. it really should, but kids don't listen to obvious rules.

"why are you so grumpy?"

"because of you."

"that's mean. you're really mean." you sit right on his lap because you felt stubborn today. "and you're stupid." silver wolf stifles a laugh at the sight before her. you and blade glare at each other as you poke at his face like a cat. "and ugly."

"i think you're talking about yourself." anyone who didn't know blade would think, man, he doesn't like this kid. but from the way he holds you gently and the tiny glint of playfulness in his eyes as he talks to you.

"you're so rude! i'm gonna tell kafka!"

you push yourself against him in a weak attempt to tackle him. he only carries you, hands under your armpits as you struggle in his hold.

"you're a little snitch, you know that?" he holds you like a baby this time as you're still kicking your legs and trying to squirm out of his grip to get a chance to get to kafka.

"because you're a big meanie! a big butthead!"

"yeah, yeah."

[rule 2; don't go in kafka's room]

there wasn't really anything incriminating in there. she just didn't like people invading her space and it was normal. but there's always those little exceptions.

"auntie!" you knock on her door, almost a little too loudly. she does open the door, not really fazed since she knows your loud knocks from anywhere.

"what is it, dear?" she's tiredly picking you up, it's clear that she's had a long day but by aeons, she wasn't gonna let that stop her from caring for you.

"can i sleep with you tonight.." you're a little bit embarrassed. you usually stay with silver wolf as her late night working sessions usually help you fall asleep but you haven't seen kafka in the past few days.

"of course you can. i would never say no." her hand pats against your back, comforting you and starting to lull you into a sleep. she lets you rest your head on her shoulder, humming, "i'll be doing a little bit before we lay down. just sleep, baby."

"i like your room, auntie.. i like being with you." you mumbled tiredly. you rest against her as she sits down at her desk, still holding you.

"i like being with you too."

[rule 3; let silverwolf focus when she's playing her games]

something about children and always wondering what games you got on your phone always has silverwolf reeling away from you when she goes to play her games. it took her longest to get used to your bright presence. honestly, children were not really any of their forte. you were an unexpected (yet expected) part of the crew even if you didn't do much (yet).

she usually kept herself away but today was different. she offered to play with you. as it was almost out of character of her, you immediately accepted. and you played a two player co-op game. she was more focused than you were but you didn't mind.

you weren't doing well in the game as your character died multiple times during this boss battle (that was set to medium for you but co-op gave it more health and different battle patterns). you watched as silverwolf tried her best to pull through.

"you can do it!" you had said in the heat of the moment, but her finger slipped and you both lost. "i'm sorry!"

she's a little bit frustrated being so close to the end but she lets out a tired sigh. "it's okay."

[katsukikoi]

your so pretty

character; yuji itadori x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader

part 1 part 2

warnings; swearing

theme; Sukuna's past, yuji's crush. ( strong f!reader )

Itadori was new to the jujutsu world, he weaves around missions and finishes them quickly. Although, he can only do so much as a student.

So, since his “death” he has to stick with Gojo sensei.

He never minded, he actually rathers. He would happily do all of the tasks and missions the albino man gave him, with a smile.

“yes gojo sensei!” he would say, one hand with his thumb up, and the other on his hip. Unknowingly sassy.

He never could remember the pact he made with sukuna. Which made the poor boy drag his head in the mud.

Sukuna would often respond nonchalantly, always brushing him off and cursing him for being stupid. This would make the poor boy pout and huff, annoyed if anything. But, nonetheless he perseveres.

Gojo said he had a surprise for him, making the boy get excited hoping it was time to go back and re-reveal himself to the world.

"i have someone you need to meet!" gojo spoke, with a large smug smile.

"huh? i thought i wasn't allowed to see anyone.." he spoke, with a confused, but cute pout. He blinked like an innocent puppy.

"This one, wont make a peep." he winked, making the salmon haired boy even more confused.

"yuji-kun, meet your new best friend, y/n!!" he yelled out, opeing his arms out as he waited for her to appear.

"so, there is nothing there?" sukuna laughed, his eye opened under yuji's as he tried to slap him away.

"sorry i'm late, sensei. I got caught up." the girl spoke, walkimg into the door. Her jujutsu energy pouring out of control even sukuna could feel it deep in his soul. God, it felt so familiar to him. It felt like he yearned for it even after he was sealed.

There stood, a girl. Similar looking to gojo, a very small section of sleek white like hair on the front, the rest chocolate brown with golden strands in different places. Her eyes shined gold, the purest of the metal. Her eye lashes, long and thick, her lips, healthy and soft looking. Making sukuna gulp. He knew this woman, but where from exacting?

Yuji was a different story, the boy greeted her with a smile, telling her he like women like Jennifer Lawrence.

"nice to meet you, itadori-kun. Personally, i like men like senami shinazugawa." she bowed, much like he did. Her smile catching a sly fox look.

"woah! from the anime?" he spoke, excitedly.

"yes! you know it?" she excitedly giggled, looking up to the taller boy he nodded quickly.

"hmh! what episo-" before he could continue, gojo satoru laughed. Interupting them. " yuji, y/n. You two, are coming with me." he spoke, grabbing them both yuji by the hood of his jacket, while y/n bridle style. Making sure to cover her skirt from praying eyes.

“what? gojo satoru, are you using them for a human shield?” the cruse boredly spoke.

“hi! i hope you don’t mind :) i have students.” gojo smiled, brightly at the mt fuji curse.

“wah! he looks like mt fuji.” yuji spoke, grabbing y/n’s calf, in awe.

“hey brat, dont touch.” sukuna grumbled, his voice unheard as yuji ignored it. Still holding on to the poor girls leg as she glared at the curse.

“jogo? still looking homeless.” y/n spoke, a wild smirk on her face as she got out of gojos grasp to stand in the middle of the two men.

y/n clapped her hands, ready for a fight as a golden tattoo glowed, ready to be summed.

“neh, y/n. Hold back.” gojo smirk, petting the smaller girls head.

“eh!?” she spoke, huffing as she watched the scene play out.

As the girl zoned out, she didnt notice that the two of them, yuji and herself were currently falling to a spikey dead wood pile. “thats not good huh?” she spoke out a loud. she grabbed yuji as she moved her hand in front of her. “tsunami.” she whispered, summoning a great wave of water, destroying the pile of wood as she landed on top of the water. Carrying yuji bridal style.

“put the brat down. This is embrassing.” sukuna mumbled, sitting on his bones he watched interestedly.

Watching the girls every step, calculating her moves. He was tempted to keep all of his eyes open, just to make sure, but he decided against it. Thinking it was a waste of time.

———

“itadori, your curse-“ *smack* “energy is too high.” the girl spoke, reading a book next to him as she watched him get smacked for the 18th time.

y/n sighed, putting a book mark in her page as she stood up. She went behind the couch and patted the boys hair, making him blush and look up.

“ill get some food, kay?” she asked, making the boy smile, blush coating his cheeks as he nodded. “m’kay.” he squeaked out.

—-

“go yuji! you can do it!” she spoke, watching at the boy downed a weaker shinigami. Jumping for joy as she proudly taught him black flash.

its been 2 months since they got partnered up, not once has the king of curses made a peep.

until, “brat no.2 fight me.” sukuna’s mouth smirk, his eye glaring with blood lust.

“no, i wont let you.” itadori spoke, covering him. “sorry y/n-senpai.” he spoke shyly.

“sure sukuna. How many fingers you at? 4?” she asked, cracking her back and neck.

“extention.” sukuna spoke, smirking as he did so.

The tattoos filling yujis face as sukuna changed his look. y/n blushed abit as she looked away for a second before turning back to him.

She watched him come at her with full force like he did gojo. “i wonder.” she spoke, her long nail ripping her sleeve, “whale, of the jade chamber.” she spoke, a green whale the size of a large jelly fish swum around sukuna. Making him laugh, “really!? i overestimated you!” he laughed,

Y/n came at him with roaring speed, as fast as a full grown cheetah. Eyes shining gold, she let her knee fully hit his face. The whale growing more green as it amplified the hit breaking the mans jaw.

He groaned as he gripped his jaw, “you bitch.” he smirked, “i like it! more, give me more power!” he yelled, exitedly.

The girl tilted her head, as she watched the man pause sighing, and rolling his eyes. He let yuji return as he barked out in pain. “ouch!” he spoke, y/n rushed towards him, using her reverse technique to heal him.

“what happened?” he asked, thanking her.

“i.. sukuna happend.” she spoke.

—

“and i think thats the best episode we watched. Tengen is so flashy!” itadori gushed as he leaned on her chest has he cuddled her, so sweetly and kindly. so repectfully, and so innocent.

“hn! senami is better.” she spoke, playing with his hair letting her nails comb through.

They became close, this made her scared. Making her heart drop, what the hell did she do?

she stopped watching the series as she watched yuji, just looking at him made her heart flutter. “shit.” she mumbled, no one but sukuna heard. Not that she knew anyways.

The two teens stayed in that position until, itadori fell asleep. This caused the girl to yawn.

“you care for this vessel.” sukuna spoke, making the girl snap her head towards him. No longer was it yuji, but sukuna. Laying right where yuji was, unmoving.

“ha? i-“ she tried to lie, and look away, but she felt sukuna shift, making her move herself back, preparing herself for a future fight.

Sukuna looked at her, with praying eyes, a hunter; hungry for her blood. “tell me, bunny. why do you?” he grinned, stradding the girl, as she tried to calm her heart rate. She cant fight that well at night.

“so, what. why would you care?” she asked, as she watched him trail his fringers around her hip and collar bones.

She gulped as he became hyper fixated on this tattoos hands, a type of black dye coated his nails. She shivered, she continued to watch as they made contact. Sukuna moving her con with his finger, forcing her to meet his red crimson eyes.

“he doesnt deserve you.” he grunted out.

“what?” she asked.

—-

i hope you enjoyed, it was kinda shit ngl. But lmk if you like it!

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

Only, reblog, comment and follow. Sent requests too!

much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

[ginnyluna]

After reading TLH for the first time, i remember i was really hoping for a Jason Bourne type story arc for Jason, where he only gets his memories in fragmented and blurry flashbacks, and all they show him is violence and fights and more violence, and he absolutely hates it. He hates the person he was before, he was barely human, he was only a weapon -- and even though having all your memories stolen from you sucks, he ends up being grateful for it, because now he gets to be someone new, who knows what love and friendship feels like and doesn't have to use violence all the time.

I honestly wish we got to see Jason with his memories back or even a flashback where we get to see how he acted before he lost them

[poomphuripan]

Hello Claire,

First of all, thank you so much for everything you have been sharing these last few weeks about My Stand-In and Poom (and Up). It's such a treat ❤️

Was My Stand-In Poom's first project out of CH8 or was it Bake Me Please? I hope his popularity will rise and allow him to be cast in different kinds of show and role. Because it must be frustrating to always play the same type of character... And do you know in which agency does he belong please?

Have a nice day ❤️

hiiii (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

well thank you for following and always supporting my gifs i see you (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

So Bake Me Please is actually Channel 8 (CH8)'s first ever BL series where they got their rising male actors (Ohm, Guide, Poom, Atom, Prame, Tawan) to star in, so BMP is actually a CH8 series.

I believe Poom's first ever non CH8 work is Saneha Stories Season 4: Saiyai Saneha (2022) which is a two-episode mini series based on the real life story of a gay man. This was aired on AIS Play and produced by TV Thunder.

Poom also has another comedy series Jenny A.M./P.M. (2022) on AIS Play but this was in collaboration with CH8 which is why there were some CH8 actors (Poom, Nonny, Prame) in the series. Poom plays the straight best friend of the male protagonist (played by Singto Prachaya).

So technically My Stand-In is Poom's 2nd or 3rd work outside of CH8 (depending on how you view the two projects above) but it is Poom's first lead role in a major production and Poom often refers to My Stand-In as his first ever lead role in interviews so that's Poom's position on it 😅

For some background on Poom's agency. He is managed by RSDG - a production/talent management subsidiary company of RS Group, a Thai entertainment and media company that owns CH8. So basically Poom is a Channel 8 actor but it seems that CH8 is a bit more laxed about their actors partaking in series outside of their network (but that also comes with a cost).

I've heard rumors that CH8 gave Poom an ultimatum between becoming 2ML in another CH8 lakorn or choosing to star in My Stand-In (a non CH8 work) and not having any CH8 lakorn projects left for the rest of the year. I have no idea the accuracy of this rumor but I guess all we gotta do is look at Poom's schedule for the rest of this year and see if he's got anything else other than MSI fanmeetings here and there ಥ_ಥ

But I have a lot of fun watching Poom playing his evil lakorn villain roles at CH8 as well and I think those scenes helped greatly in honing his acting skills throughout his acting career so far (you can watch Poom being very stiff in his early works and the gradual improvement progress over the course of his lakorn works). If you pick a random CH8 lakorn with Poom, his character is sure to be killing or dying or crying or getting mad or fucking someone (sometimes all of the above).

Whatever the future holds for Poom, I'm very happy that he chose My Stand-In because I can't imagine a world where we do not get Poom Phuripan as Joe. Poom expresses a lot of happiness from finally getting positive reactions about his acting performances for the first time, which is a thing that I think lakorn actors will hardly get (especially if you play supporting roles at an obscure TV channel with low to average viewership). I also feel like Poom is pretty happy to finally get to play a character that's so close to his personality in real life (bonus the fact that his character isn't dying or going to jail).

I too hope that My Stand-In will be the breakthrough project Poom needed to get the attention and the opportunities he deserved after being much underrated and typecasted at CH8, manifesting many interesting scripts and acting opportunities come his way 🥹

sorry op i hope i answered some of your inquiries. i totally get carried away whenever i'm rambling. tldr: poom is managed by rsdg group so officially speaking, he's an actor for channel 8 but sometimes they let him out to star in non-ch8 works.

[rivkadreamer]

Push and Pull.

a/n: I actually have no idea what is this, I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a short drabble since I've been wanting to post something to Tumblr for quite some time and then...I got carried away, ahaha. Also I'm posting this through my phone, so if the formating is weird...ops.

Warnings: None, this is not proof read.

Genre: Hurt/comfort (?), light angst, fluffy at the end.

Summary: Scaramouche isn't the best with words, but for you, he's willing to tone down a little.

Alternatively: where his darling is fed up with his bad attitude and give him a scare to make him man up lmao.

Words count: 1.18k

Imagine Scaramouche with a significant other who does exactly just what he asks for.

He tells you to leave? Sure, right off the door.

He tells you to not talk to him anymore? Okay, you stay silent like a mute person until he cracks and asks you a question.

He tells your presence is annoying? Watch him crawl back after weeks you went aloof, ignoring his presence in your life. Begrudgingly, he will start to tell you that he had some matters to attend in the specific area he found you, acting like it was a big coincidence you two end up meeting.

It's not as if you don't know that most of the stuff he tells you, he doesn't mean it, not really. You do know it, but that's the thing.

You are a human being, someone who has it's own thoughts, opinions and feelings. And since the beginning of this relationship, Scaramouche made a point quite a few times to ignore it, not trying to apologize or understand that even if you know he doesn't mean it, his actions still might hurt.

How did you two even got in a relationship, in the first place? You, yourself don't know. Sometimes it feels like he sees you more as a subordinate than a lover.

That's when you started taking the approach to stop reading between the fine lines of his words, trying to save some face and dignity he stole from you by crossing and neglecting the boundaries of your good will again and again, discarding your words when you tried to talk to him about it.

Honestly, he's similar to kid throwing a tantrum sometimes. Except he just narrow his eyes at you or gives you a hard glare when you fail to meet his needs. Scoffing when you not bother to try to understand the hidden meaning behind his harsh words, everytime he throws them rudely at your face.

The day he finally got your message through that stubborn head of his, was the day he blew up at your face and took his rage out on you after a particular stress inducing week.

Screaming at you how useless you are, how he didn't need you by his side and how you were a nuisance for foolish thinking he needed some kind of comfort. He told you such humans silly rituals and interactions where bellow him, to just stop nagging him and finding something better to do if this was what you interrupted his work for.

You tried to reason with him, saying that being here for him was just what you were for, what lovers do, they support each other. You just wanted to help him.

Then, he told you that you could help him by getting out of his life, since all you did was get in his way, distracting him from his goals by forcing your unwanted affection down his throat. His words cut deep and managed to finally shut you up, much for his relief.

You noticed that and frowned. You knew he didn't mean it, you knew that. But there's a limit to everything and you have reached yours. Getting the memo that he wants to be alone, you quietly left his office and made your way to his Fatui headquarters, determined to once more do just what he asked of you.

Scaramouche's blood run cold when he saw the empty room, devoid of any of your belongings or clothes. Many scenarios took a turn to settle upon his head, making his thoughts scatter all over the place as the initial shock wear down. The likely scenarios of you being kidnapped or leaving and abandoning him as many others did in the past, always betraying on the bitter end of everything, left him reeling and fuming on the very same spot he lost you.

He frantically searched for you all over the place, sending his Fatui underlings to look through every leaf and hole around the area, not leaving a single rock unturned.

When he finally found you, he was seething with fury, eyes practically bulging out of his face as he angrily demanded to know with a dark voice just what were you thinking and how dare you abandon him just like her did.

Scaramouche righteous anger quickly died down, however, when you threw at his face the same words he spoke earlier on his spur of the moment outburst, reciting letter for letter the painful words he spat like venom at you, wounding your heart in the process. That's when he noticed the hurt flashing through your eyes, a hurt dangerously alike to his.

His face fell.

He was quiet for a moment. Digesting your words wasn't easy. Scaramouche was never good with feelings and he always runs away from whatever situations that require him to face with the complex bundle of emotions that swirls just inside him. They're the moments he's forced to face the fact that he feels just as much as any human he so readily declares bellow him, feels.

And he hates himself for it. It reminds him too much of the time he was but a wandering vagrant of Tatarasuna, eyes sparkling full of wonder and curiosity. In all his glorified naivety, hopeful and yearning for the love of a family he could never attain.

But he hates your absence even more. It exudes such a gruesome, hollow emotion, it brings a hateful sting behind his eyes. Bringing himself to sit down by your side, and for the first time in all of the duration of your relationship, admitting that he was the one in the wrong. He apologizes and begs for you not to go, to not leave him alone.

He truly doesn't know if he can outgrow the pain of being without you, and surprises himself with how earnest he is being, realizing in the process he's much more attached to you than he initially thought.

His own metaphorical heart quivers with the notion, drumming forcefully and shaking the electric cords of his handmade body to it's core. It scares him, the vulnerability of it all, right now feels the same as being completely naked before your eyes. But the fact that you were about to slip away from his reach was terrifying, so he presses on...

After this incident, his behavior do not do an whole 180° turn, but he mellows out quite a bit.

He listens now. He stops with the unnecessary rude comments and have actual talks between the two of you, paying attention to your body reactions to assure himself he hasn't spout anything harmful.

The most noticable change is how he looks more for you and, how he doesn't push you away anymore, when you come to see him. He doesn't outrightly say he enjoys your presence, but he doesn't put a tough facade just to drive you away and prove his point about being "superior", either. He's still serious, but gentler. A soft expression on his face that is reserved for you and these quiet moments with you, and you only.

Talking and communication are still a sore spot for him, being truthful and honest about his emotions not coming as naturally to him as it comes to you.

But he's trying, and for the time being, that's enough for you.

"Where are you going? No, you can stay. You aren't distracting me, how arrogant of you to think so. Contrary to the bumbling fools I hesitate to call co-workers, your presence is much more calming. I feel reassured when you are by my side, so stay."

There's a quiet murmur at the end.

"Please, darling." ~♡

End note: My first fic ever posted on Tumblr 🎉 (PS: I have no idea how Tumblr works LMAO)

[@rivkadreamer on Tumblr, please do not steal my works.]

[vodika-vibes]

I have a request vod'ika

What about a f!reader and clone of your choice get into an argument about her going on a black-ops mission. He doesn't want her to go because he loves her but she doesn't know. So she leaves believing he doesn't want her to go because he thinks she's incompetent. When she comes back, she's injured and feels he was right. So she avoids him but he's trying to win her over...

Or something like that.

Not You

Summary: When you’re pulled in for a mission due to your skillset as a slicer, you’re thrilled. Howzer, however, is much less so.

Pairing: Captain Howzer x F!Reader

Word Count: 1288

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long, I've been bouncing between clones for days. First this was going to be Rex, then Dogma, then Tup, then Cody. And I'm still not sure about my characterization of Howzer.

Howzer is in a bad mood.

You’re able to ping his mood from half a hanger away, based solely on the way that he’s carrying himself. And you have a pretty good idea as to why he’s in a bad mood.

And true to your suspicions, he makes a line directly for you.

You turn your gaze back to your equipment, internally cringing when he stops only a couple of feet away from you. You can feel his gaze on you, and while, normally, you would be thrilled that the guy you’re crushing on is staring at you, right now you just feel dread.

“So, I hear you’re going on a mission.” For once, there’s no humor in his voice. In fact, he sounds angry.

You look up at him, your gaze skittering away from him in your anxiety. “I…yeah. They needed a talented slicer, and I got tagged in. It seems like someone finally remembered that I was a slicer before being conscripted into the Imperial Army.” You shrug with a lopsided smile. 

A muscle works in Howzer’s jaw, “You can’t go.”

“...I beg your pardon?”

“It’s not safe. Especially with them.” Howzer says, with a pointed look towards the soldiers that pulled you in on the mission. 

You laugh softly, “Come on, Howzer. Don’t be like that. They need me for this mission, so they’re going to protect me.” Your gaze slides over his face. Across the furrow in his brow, and the way his lips are turned down, and your shoulders slump, “You think I’m incapable.”

“...no. Of course not.”

Your shoulders slump a little more, “Right. Of course.”

His name falls from your lips, and then he hesitates, “Come on, Sunshine.” He tries to offer a smile, though it looks more like a grimace, “Don’t be like that, you know that I have absolute faith in you.”

“Now, Howzer, you don’t. Or else you wouldn’t be so bothered with me going on a mission.” You straighten and hoist your bag over your shoulder, “I have to go, Howie.”

His lips turn down even more, “Yeah, guess so.” He folds his arms over his broad chest, “I’ll…see you when you get back, Sunshine.”

You turn away from him without responding, hurt that he has so little faith in your abilities. You’ll just have to prove him wrong, that’s all.

Easy. After all, this mission isn’t even supposed to be a combat mission. It’s an intel gathering mission. 

Even you can’t mess this up. 

You fall into line with the men who are supposed to keep you safe, and you push your hurt over Howzer’s assumptions about you to the back of your mind.

You can deal with the hurt later.

“Captain,” Howzer looks up as one of his brothers hurries into the room, “The Commander’s squad is back.”

The Commander’s mission. His Sunshine’s mission. 

His lips turn down at the memory of the way that his pretty Sunshine’s eyes dimmed when she believed that he believed that she was incapable. He hadn’t meant to hurt her…he just wanted, needed, her to stay safe.

The thought of her getting hurt stars in every single one of his nightmares. But he never meant for his love to make her feel bad about herself. That was the last thing he wanted.

“It’s about time,” He says blandly, “Where’s the Commander?”

His brother hesitates, “Sir, the mission went wrong. The mission details were all wrong. The squad was ambushed.”

Howzer goes cold, and his hand curls into a fist, hidden under the table. “What happened?”

“The Commander is dead, as is most of the squad.” His brother replies, “There was only one survivor.”

“Ah…what about-?” He’s not able to finish the sentence, the very idea of his Sunshine dying too horrifying to put into words.

“Alive.” His brother’s gaze is sympathetic, “She’s the only survivor. But…she’s hurt. She was shot.”

Howzer was on his feet in a matter of seconds, “Where-?”

“She’s in the infirmary.” He holds out his hands to stop Howzer from leaving the room, “She’s going to be fine, vod. You don’t have to worry.”

“I want to see her.” Howzer says as he pushes past his brother. He hurries down the hall to the infirmary. He pushes the door open, his gaze dark as he flicks around the room, looking for his Sunshine.

And there she is, curled up on her side, her gaze locked on her datapad. She has stark bruises on her face, and her hair has been cropped short, much shorter than it was before she left the base.

She’s beautiful.

He loves her so much.

“Knock, knock.” Her pretty eyes lift from the datapad and lock on his face, and then drop back to the database, “How are you feeling, Sunshine?”

She shrugs a single shoulder, “I’m alive…which is more than can be said for my squad.” Her lips twist, “Guess you were right. I am incapable.”

Howzer’s heart breaks, “Oh, Sunshine,” His voice is soft, as he pulls a chair out and sits next to her, “I don’t think you’re incapable. I’ve never thought that.”

“...sure, right.”

“Will you look at me, please?” He asks as he gently pushes her hair out of her face.

She doesn’t move for a moment, and then her gaze lifts to meet his.

“There you are,” He murmurs, “How are you feeling? I was told that you were shot.”

“...I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore, at least.”

“That’s good.” Howzer’s hand rests on your cheek, “I was worried about you.”

“Because you knew I couldn’t do it.” She says glumly.

“Because I didn’t trust the men who were on the Squad with you.” Howzer corrects, as he strokes her cheek with his thumb, “Because I was sure that, if it came down to it, they would abandon you.”

She blinks at him, “I don’t think they would-”

“They would. They absolutely would.” Howzer corrects, “And the idea of losing you…” He trails off, and shakes his head, “I can’t even consider it, Sunshine. Losing you would destroy me.”

“...you’d be okay, Howzer.”

“No. No, I really wouldn’t.” He lightly caresses her cheek, “You mean everything to me, you know that?”

“I…what?”

“And here I thought I was being obvious.” He jokes with a slightly self-deprecating smile, “You really don’t know how much you mean to me?”

She averts her eyes shyly. “I thought you were just being nice to me.”

“No. No, Sunshine. I love you. More than anything. And I want…need…you to stay safe.”

Slowly she reaches up and presses her hand against his, and she curls her fingers around his hand, “I didn’t know.”

“That’s okay.” Howzer leans in and lightly kisses her forehead, “I know this is a bad time,” He murmurs, “But how do you feel about going on a date with me? Once you’re released from the infirmary, of course.”

She glances up at him, “A date?”

“We can go to the club,” Howzer offers, “I’m a fair dancer.”

A small smile lifts her lips, “I have two left feet.” She warns.

“That’s alright, I’m a good enough dancer for the both of us.” Howzer replies.

She laughs, and favors him with the smallest smile, “Alright. I’d like that. So long as you don’t mind me stepping on your feet.”

“My feet are yours to step on.” Howzer says with a warm smile, before he gently pushes his hand through her hair, “Alright, I’ll let you get some rest, sunshine. Comm me if you need anything.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Howzer presses one last kiss to her forehead and then carefully extracts himself from her, a broad grin on his face. He really is the luckiest asshole on the planet.

[seawitchkaraoke]

You're not gonna "feel like an adult" anytime soon. Maybe you never will

There's always gonna be moments at 3am with the dishes piling up and the laundry undone that you just want someone to come and help and fix it all for you

There's always gonna be moments of thinking "oh I should really have my life together by now"

But one day at 27 you're gonna hold your 19 year old friend in your arms who's living on their own for the first time and is so so overwhelmed, so you help them write that email to their professor or book that doctor's appointment or go over their CV with them

One day, at 27 your 22 year old friend will tell you the whole team missed you when you were on holiday for the first training of the season bc there's a lot of new ppl joining and they were worried that you wouldn't be there to solve any conflict that might come up

One day, at 27 you'll wake up and realize you're the adultier adult. You're the one people look to for help. And you're able to handle it

One day, at 27, you'll sit there with your dishes piling up and the laundry undone at 3am and wonder why you haven't figured this out yet.

And then you'll go to sleep and do the dishes in the morning. And then text your 35 year old friend to ask to meet up for coffee bc they always have such good advice

hi I'm not the last anon but I'm around the same age, I don't really consider myself an adult I just feel like a big kid tbh is that normal?

I mean you stopped legally being a child like five minutes ago so yeah that’s normal. You’ll figure it out. Everybody does eventually.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Ok, so I'm just gonna get this out now . If I wait till I draw it out, it's gonna take a while, and I can't keep my mouth shut. I saw someone mention that spice and sugar would have a daughter as a first born, and I internally cried because I can never have an original idea. In my head, I pictured her with brown fur and colored eyes that remseble sugar's (or maybe spice's, im not too sure on the eye color) with four ears. Having a strong and exentric personality as a child and early teen eventually grows to be a mature woman(she still has a bit of a temper). That was a bit of a problem, seeing as since she was a child, she had KILLER strength. Just imagine a really happy and gentle looking lady walking by, then somebody says something stupid to her and they end up like this:

And I'm guessing she eventually gets twin brothers(seeing as every variation of shadowpeach get twins). If they do get twins, I imagine them looking more like spice. And do you have an idea as to how they would be made? Like, do sugar and spice go the clay route or natural route? Or would they be bisected entities?

What do the 2000s starwalts think of all this?

Sorry for all the questions I got carried away and started rambling :,)

Ref.

Downside of sharing the same Jttw braincell; chance of similar ideas sparking in different brains XD

Spice basically looks like a palette swap of Sugar/Ganzhe due to them being connected species, but with six ears. They spend a long time pretending to just be Sugar's shadow/clone so that they have an excuse to stay with the closest friend they've had in centuries.

The two agree to mutually create and raise kids together after the Journey is over, leading to the creation of their first child Xiao/Cai Hong "Rainbow". Name for the rainbow quartz they rolled into a clay egg to start the process.

The tiniest little monkey with most OP strength hatches once they get home to FFM.

Ultimately the whole kingdom is overjoyed, if not a little sore (baby thrashed a bit when one of the Stalwarts held her and broke their nose). XD

I lvoe the idea of her having little twin brothers. They think their Jiejie is the strongest, most powerful big sister in the world!

The boys are a complete accident. When Sugar and Spice are asked what sort of accident occurred to create them - they got embarrassed and refused to elaborate. (hint: it involved a certain river and an attempt at the "natural" route)

[petitelepus]

Summary: You're on your way to your third Gym when you run into Gyutaro who wants your Gym Badges. You accept the challenge and you two have a Pokémon Battle!

Warnings: None

A/N:  Reader, Gender!Neutral Reader, Gyutaro Shabana, Ume Shabana, Pokémon

Extra: I actually used a Random Pokémon generator to pick Reader's Pokémon and it happened to be Gligar!

You were so excited as you looked at the map in your Rotom Phone. You were close to the next city and your next Gym Battle! You were a rather new Pokémon Trainer, having only won 2 Gym Badges so far, but you had studied and practiced like crazy and you were more than eager to earn your third Badge!

You could almost imagine how the next Gym Battle would go and what strategy you should choose to use, but you stopped when you heard someone cry out loud, "Skiddo!"

You blinked, curious as you followed the source of the voice to a small meadow where it looked like a Pokémon battle was being held. This young boy had sent out their Skiddo and by the looks of it, they had gotten their asses handed back to them.

"Tch, such a weakling," The guy they had battled against spat on the ground but then he offered his hand to the young boy… Or so you thought, but instead the guy snapped, "Hand over your money as we agreed!"

"T- this is all I have…" The boy cried as he returned his fainted Pokémon to its ball and then he handed out what little money he had. The guy glared at him as he took the money and slipped it into his pocket, "Now run back to your mommy!"

The boy rushed to get away as fast as he could. You hummed as you wondered what you just witnessed and that was when the guy noticed you and shouted, "What are you looking at!?"

"S- sorry!" You called but the guy snapped, "Get over here!"

"I- Uh-!"

"Hurry up!"

"Eep!" You yelped as you ran through the meadow and to the young man and your eyes widened as you saw him. He looked different from all the humans you had ever seen, as he had dark markings all over his skin and sharp teeth, but he also had very pretty blue eyes.

You must have been staring because his look darkened from glare to something much more, "You got a problem with me!?"

"N- No, but that boy, uh…"

"What about him? Are you his friend or something?"

"N- No," You shook your head, "Did you take his money?"

"That's what we agreed. He lost so he lost his privilege for the money."

"Ah, I see…" You nodded and while it wasn't uncommon to pay for the winner of the match some money, this guy seemed to have taken everything the young Trainer had.

"How much?" The guy suddenly asked and you blinked, confused, "What?"

"How much money you got?"

"Oh, uh…" You frowned as you didn't carry cash with you like that, "I don't have any cash with me."

"Then what do you have there?" He asked and you followed his gaze to your bag where your Pokémon companions were, your wallet, and your Gym Badges.

"My Pokémon, Gym Badges-!"

"Alright, those will do," The guy said and you were confused, "Wha-?"

"Give me your Badges!" He snapped and you yelped, but you had to stand your ground. You earned those badges and you didn't want to give them up to some bully!

"N- No!" You frowned and the guy scowled, "No?"

"No!" You shook your head, "They are mine! I won them fair and square!"

"Then let's battle for them," The guy grinned, showing off his sharp teeth, "1 on 1, and when I win, you will hand over your Gym Badges!"

"Why should I accept that offer?"

"Because if you don't, I will beat you and take them by force!"

"That's-!" You were speechless by this guy, but you couldn't back down now.

"Okay, then," You nodded, "Let's battle then."

"Great," The guy cackled as you took your place away from him.

"My name is Gyutaro Shabana and I'm going to take you to Hell!" He laughed as he reached for a Pokéball and you frowned as you grabbed your ball and threw it into the air, releasing your partner Pokémon.

Your pink companion, Gligar came out of its Pokéball, crying out as it happily balanced on its tail. Gyutaro's ball snapped open and you soon learned that you were against a Toxicroak.

"Alright, let's get started!" Gyutaro grinned, "Toxicroak, take that weakling out with Poison Jab!"

The blue frog Pokémon shouted out loud as it bolted at your Gligar, its large red claw glowing as it pulled it back and jabbed forward-!

"Dodge it!" You snapped and Gligar quickly used its strong tail to bounce over the quickly approaching Toxicroak-!

"Low kick!" Gyutaro ordered and the Poisonous Pokémon stopped and swiped its leg, hitting your landing Gligar's tail and tripping it on the ground.

"Gligar!" You cried out and your opponent snapped, "Poison Jab again!"

"Use your claws to stop it!" You instructed and just as the Toxicroak was about to jab its sharp poisonous claw at your Pokémon, Gligar quickly snapped its claws around the purple glowing claw, stopping it just inches away from its face.

"Poison Tail!" You ordered and Gligar grinned as its pointy tail started to glow purple. Toxicroak's yellow eyes widened and it tried to pull its claw away, but your Pokémon's hold was strong as iron, and it jabbed its tail straight into the Poison-type's belly.

"Tch, get away from there!" Gyutaro ordered and finally, his Pokémon managed to pull itself free and bounced away from yours.

"Gligar, use X-Scissor!" You shouted and the pink Pokémon cried out as its claws started to glow green and-!

"Sucker Punch!" Your opponent shouted and your eyes widened as you watched Toxicroak move with unbelievable speed, its claw glowing dark now as it jabbed it into your Gligar's belly, sending the poor Pokémon flying.

"Balance Gligar, balance!" You cried out and the pink Pokémon spread its wings to stop itself from flying away and landed on its tail again.

"Are you alright?" You asked and your companion cried out happily as it bounced on its tail, eager to continue the battle.

You smiled, feeling positive because you had a secret weapon against the Toxicroak that you knew was not only Poison-type but Fighting-type also!

"Prepare yourself!" You shouted as you grinned, "Go Gligar, and do Acrobatics!"

"Tch, fight it off with Close Combat!" Gyutaro snapped and the two of your Pokémons cried out as they bolted, and what happened next was so intense and happened so quickly you could barely follow them.

Toxicroak and Gligar took on each other, Toxicroak throwing punches, kicks, and slashes at Gligar that offered a real battle to the Poison-type Pokémon, moving just as quickly and nimbly as Toxicroak did while trying to hit it with its own claws and pointy tail.

"Amazing…!" You gasped as a smile broke out on your face. You couldn't recall the last time you were so excited! Even your earlier 2 Gym Battles weren't as exciting as battling against Gyutaro was!

"Go Gligar go! You can do it!" You cheered your Pokémon on and the said Pokémon cried out, not wanting to disappoint you, its beloved Trainer.

"Don't lose Toxicroak!" Gyutaro snapped and the Pokémon in question shouted as it hated the idea of losing.

"Poison Jab!" He shouted and you countered, "Poison Tail!"

Your Pokémons cried out as they jumped apart and then forwards and Toxicroak's poisonous claw collided with Gligar's equally poisonous tail!

"X-Sciss-!"

"Sucker-!"

"Brother!" Came a loud shrill scream and you and Gyutaro both flinched and your Pokémons stilled in confusion as their Trainers lost their focus on the ongoing battle. All four of you, Gyutaro, and your Pokémons turned to look at who had screamed and you all saw a young girl running at you.

"Brother!"

"Ume-!?" Gyutaro gasped and you blinked, confused because they looked nothing alike. This young girl had snow-white hair and was beautiful- Oh wait, they both had pretty blue eyes!

"Brother, you were supposed to pick me up!"

"Shit, sorry Ume…" Gyutaro frowned, "I got caught up in Pokémon battle…"

"That is no excuse!" Ume snapped and you had a feeling that your battle was over and your Gym Badges were safe. While Ume kept yelling and scolding her older brother, you walked next to your Gligar and bent down to pet the amazing Pokémon.

"You were awesome Gligar," You smiled proudly, "Really awesome!"

Gligar cried out happily and you grinned as you took out its Pokéball and returned it inside the ball. You got up and noticed that Gyutaro's Toxicroak had joined its Trainer's side.

"Um, sorry but…" You carefully approached the two siblings and the beautiful girl turned her glare on you, "What?"

"Your brother and I-!"

"It doesn't matter!" Ume snapped, "Brother, I'm hungry! I waited for you so long I got really hungry!"

"It's okay…" Gyutaro nodded as he dug out the earlier money he had won from the boy and handed it to his sister, "This should be more than enough for our dinner."

"Yay! Let's go eat right now!" Ume cheered and suddenly you realized that there was an actual reason why he took everything that boy had to feed his sister.

"Excuse me…" You smiled a little, "M- May I join you guys?"

The siblings' blue eyes widened and Gyutaro scowled, "Why?"

"Well…"

"We aren't paying for your food!" Ume said and you shook your head, "It's okay, I can pay myself."

"Not good enough!" The girl squinted her eyes at you, "You have to buy us dessert if you want to join us!"

"Okay okay," You nodded, "I'll buy you ice cream-!"

"No!" Ume snapped, "I want pretty Frosted Poké Puffs!"

That is when you realize something. This girl was spoiled rotten… Yet you still nodded, "Alright, I'll buy you as many Poké Puffs as you can eat."

"Jay!" The girl nodded as she turned around and started to head towards the city, "Come on! I'm hungry!"

"Coming…" You and Gyutaro called as he returned his Toxicroak to its ball and the two of you started to follow Ume's lead.

"Tch… Sorry that I tried to take your Badges from you…" Gyutaro broke the silence.

"Well… I forgive you," You smiled, "This Pokémon battle was so much fun and more than enough for me!"

"I need to get stronger…" Gyutaro grumbled, "My sister… Her dream is to become the best Pokémon Performer there is…"

"Oh?" You had seen some performances on TV, but you had never even imagined taking part in them.

"It's an expensive dream, but I'm willing to do everything to make her dream come true!" The young man nodded, "She can't become the Queen if she is related to someone as ugly as me…!"

"Oh…" You frowned. That was very sad…

"So I need to become the strongest Trainer there is so people won't judge us because of my looks! Then, I can kick anyone's ass that dares to defy us!"

"That is…" You smiled, "Pretty noble."

You had made up your mind. You had to ask.

"Hey, are you living here or are you perhaps traveling?"

"We don't have a home," Gyutaro grunted, "So yeah, we travel where we can and I get us money for food and such with Pokémon Battles."

"Then… Can I join you guys?" You asked and the young man looked at you like you had just grown another head, "What!?"

"I want to battle you again and I don't like the idea of waiting until we happen to meet again!" You smiled excitedly, "I can help you become stronger and for your sister to achieve her dream!"

"What…?" Gyutaro frowned, "And what do you want?"

"I want more exciting battles and such!" You grinned as you offered your hand to him, "Do we have a deal? We can talk more about it over dinner?"

Oh shoot, that almost sounded like a date!

…But Gyutaro grunted as he stubbornly looked away from you, not able to keep eye contact with someone with such sparkly eyes like yours.

"Fine…" He relented, "But you're seriously buying those Poké Puffs!"

"Deal!"

[pininghermit]

This is a long ask but I got inspired 🌟

(This takes place after symphony of the night, where Alucard met reader fighting in the castle and he chooses to not go back to his eternal rest because s/o's sass stole his heart)

Alucard who treats his butch female darling like a princess, like tying her shoes,kissing the back of her hand, tending to her every need and fetching her coat and what not without ever needing to be asked.

Alucard who finds himself wanting to spend all his time with his s/o, wanting to brush there teeth together, cook together...

Alucard who's fiercely protective, even though his s/o can defend themselves just fine but he can't risk losing her, whether it be in death or someone stealing her away.

Whenever s/o is in a room, People needn't look to hard to find Alucard, her personal guard dog.

People don't understand how s/o can have someone who was so cold and aloof wrapped around her finger, truth be told, she doesn't either. What with how when they first met she had told him off for his attitude,(someone likes a gal who takes no sh*t and could kick his ass (0w0))

Sorry for such a delayed response! I suck I know :( but I hope you enjoy it (if you still linger here)

Ohohoho Alucard being whipped for his OP wife *sips tea in pleasure*

He knows you can kick ass. You could be an MMA fighter but you are his precious soft person and how dare anyone even look weird at you.

Annon you are so right with description that I cannot stop thinking about this. Just the gentleness of his every action *i'm soft*.

He will pull a Hua Cheng and not let you step on bloodied/dirty ground. Princess carry you from the mess that very much originated from your actions.

Perfectly peeled apples, crust less sandwiches to challenging people to duel for your honor, this boi is whipped.

In a life where you have been a strong daughter, a brave sister, an enduring captain of guard, only Alucard sees you devoid of the narratives that people have attached to you.

And in the world that sings songs of your valor, you can't help but be swayed by the Dhampir who sees you his beloved. Just you.

Maybe if it were your family, your mentor, or anyone else you would have steeled your heart and avoided the warmth of comfort but with Adrian...you don't. You allow yourself to mellow under his care. To be spoiled with his actions.

"Here all set," you watch Adrian kneel infront of you. The warmth of knitted wool surrounds your kneecap. "Now you won't feel chill even during the hardiest of patrols," your beloved smiles as his hands readjust your pants.

The chill of forest had never bothered you. Crouching for hours as you tracked targets had been a regular task that you did not think twice before taking on. To everyone including you, it was an integral part of your duty.

But Adrian...he knew you better than yourself. The slight stiffness of your knee had been a fleeting annoyance you got rid off with regular warmups.

Yet, it did not escape his notice. Only when you prepared to leave for another patrol did your beloved lead you to a well loved chaise and gently pulled up your trouser.

"Wha-" you wanted to ask him. Bit could not complete your sentence before he took a knitted warmer and wrapped it around your scarred knee.

The warmth of Adrian's touch enveloped your knee. "I scented it with cloves so it would reduce inflammation in case cold triggers pain." Holding his hands in yours, you lean in resting your forehead on his.

Maybe you did not need looking after. You certainly can do without it but you want it when it comes from Adrian. You treasure it. All your beloved's pampering makes you more than a captain or a legend. "Thank you," you whisper it feels blasphemous to be any louder in the moment.

Your hands cup his face and you memorize him with the sincerity of pious morning prayers. Every moment spent without him would pass on the merit of your memories.

Your lips meet his in a kiss. Gratitude, love, and yearning you pour it all in that one parting kiss.