#i'm sorry to anybody whose hopes i got up

[godslush]

Freaky creature-face Jupiter ink with no pencil sketch, bonus rare traditional color (albeit quick)

One of my biggest retroactive regrets with my comic was adhering too close to the Gigamix style's 'mask' interpretation, and then putting a 'cute' face under it (even though it has significant and slightly depressing backstory/narrative implications that I may never get around to utilizing...)

[whererubbermeetstheroad]

What are some of your First Year headcanons for TWST?

Ohmygod, I am sooooo sorry this took so long. It was way harder than I thought it would be to corral all my ideas together, but FINALLY, here it is. I hope this is good enough lol.

Hooooooo boy. The amount of brainrot I’ve had for these little guys is unreal, even during the times when I wasn’t that into TWST. But honestly, I don’t really have a whole lot to say — not that much of a “headcanons” person, myself. And a lot of what I do have to say has already been said in my fics. But I’m going to do my best here…

Ace Trappola

Because of the whole Book One fiasco, there are a lot of… things, let’s say, that Ace has absolutely fought tooth-and-nail to keep from his seniors; injuries sustained from stupid stunts, fights, bad grades, etc. It’s sort of like he’s doing whatever he can to avoid getting collared, despite knowing, logically, he probably isn’t going to.

Basically, Ace is the definition of a kid whose parents were strict, so he learned to be sneaky.

He’s actually a really snappy dresser, and not half-bad at doing makeup. He probably would’ve been in Pomefiore if it weren’t for his lackadaisical views on hard work. Meanwhile, while he’s not a strict person by any means, his stubborn, relentless attitude about his own twisted morals is what got him into Heartslabyul.

Out of all the upperclassmen, Ace feels the closest to Floyd… surprisingly. Jamil used to be a close second, but after the winter break fiasco, he’s since been replaced by Cater.

With Floyd, Ace can mostly chalk up the underwater museum incident to Yuu’s own meddling. With Jamil, it’s a little… less certain.

Before coming to Night Raven College, Ace’s nervous habit was to scratch the back of his head. After coming to Night Raven College, it was to rub the back of his neck.

Not really related to Ace, but I always headcanoned that his older brother was twisted from the Ringmaster from “Dumbo (1941)”.

Deuce Spade

Surprisingly, there are a lot of things Deuce also tries to hide from his upperclassmen. He hates himself everytime he does it, but it’s better than bothering them every time he loses his temper and they have to sign him out of the infirmary.

Deuce has scars on his knuckles from his delinquent days. 

Deuce’s main job at an Unbirthday Party is to move the tables and chairs.

The Dark Mirror briefly considered Deuce for Savanaclaw due to his strength and his instinct to hit a problem until it got out of his way, but his self-imposed pressure to be an honor student landed him in Hearstlabyul instead.

Out of all the upperclassmen, Deuce feels the closest to Silver.

Having a mommy/daddy complex will do that to you.

He likes to put oyster sauce on his tarts now — not because he particularly likes the taste, but because it makes him feel warm inside. (Tell Ace, and you’re dead.)

Deuce is actually really good at croquet for some inexplicable reason.

Jack Howl

Whenever Jack needs to leave Savanaclaw outside of school hours, he just leaves without telling anybody.

At the beginning of the year, he used to actually scrawl a shitty note saying "I'm leaving" everytime he needed to leave, but rarely did people ever actually find it by the time he got back.

After everything that happened in Book 2 and Book 3, it's obvious to him that Ruggie and Leona really don't care enough, so he stopped leaving notes.

For the briefest of moments, Jack was considered for Heartslabyul by the Dark Mirror for his inflexible moral code. However, his steadfastness in the face of overwhelming odds landed him in Savanaclaw.

They grow nighthowlers in the Botanical Garden. They look exactly like blueberries. Not related to Jack (yet), but I thought it was important to mention.

Besides Vil, Jack feels the closest to Riddle in terms of upperclassmen.

He really does like Ruggie and Leona, but that’s… a lot to unpack, at best.

He and Epel regularly get into fights over whether pears or apples are better, even in situations where neither pears or apples are involved.

Professor Crewel, especially, is very exasperated with them.

For absolutely no real reason whatsoever, Jack has the entirety of the “Shaftlands’ Etiquette Manual for Youngsters (Ages 14—18)” memorized. 

Not related to Jack, but I always headcanoned his young sister as being twisted off of Bolt from “Bolt (2008)” and his younger brother as being based off the Sheriff of Nottingham from “Robin Hood (1973)”.

Epel Felmier

Epel is a transgender male. Just wanted to get that out of the way.

Epel does actually like macarons — strawberry-flavored ones are his favorite.

Epel does still get into a lot of fights around school, but he’s gotten better at hiding the evidence. Employing a trick he learned from Vil, he hides the bulk of his injuries using his clothes and makeup.

More often than he’d like to admit, Epel accidentally refers to Vil and Rook as his “parents” in his essays. Luckily, Professor Trein still gives him full credit, and he doesn’t comment.

He does the same thing when he’s talking about them to the other freshmen. They don’t stop him because a) it’s sweet, and b) it’s funny.

Once, Epel vented to Riddle about Vil, and accidentally referred to him as his “Ma” the whole time. By the end of it, Riddle looked very, very, very concerned.

Out of all the upperclassmen, Epel feels the closest to Leona.

Epel had no chances of ending up in Savanaclaw, but with the Dark Mirror sensing great magical power emanating from him, he very nearly ended up in Diasomnia. However, because he hadn’t developed his ultra-mega-powerful Signature Spell yet, it ended up diverting him into Pomefiore. Sorry, bud.

Am I only saying this because Epel is actually twisted off of a magic object, unlike the other characters? Yes, yes I am.

Ortho Shroud

He’s twisted from Hercules, don’t freaking @ me.

Ortho has a few issues with looking into mirrors, especially since he looks so much like OG!Ortho. 

Ortho has a few attachment issues, as a result of being an extrovert trapped in an introvert’s bubble for most of his life. 

The first-years completely and absolutely baby him, no questions asked.

It’s so bad that even if Ortho is completely at fault for something, they’ll take his side anyway.

Honestly, as much as I love this little guy, I really don’t have much to say about him…

Sebek Zigvolt

Suffers from severe attachment issues, for about the same reason as Ortho — being “too much” emotionally, and surrounded by people who put in the emotional bare minimum.

Silver is kind of an exception, but he’s so stone-faced, it also kind of doesn’t make a difference.

Has definitely called Trey “Father” more often than he’d like to admit. Trey thinks it’s funny, meanwhile Sebek is just straight-up mortified everytime.

Out of all the freshmen, Sebek actually feels the least close to the upperclassmen. But if I had to say which one he feels the closest to, even if it wouldn’t be saying much at all, it would have to be Silver.

While Sebek’s favorite food is salmon carpaccio, his (closeted) second-favorite is his dad’s homemade yogurt.

Am I projecting? Yes. I love my dad, sue me.

Sebek was actually way more comfortable with his human side than he was with his fae side when he was a kid, but because Briar Valley, that didn’t last too long.

Back in Briar Valley, Silver could usually go out by himself and not be bothered—mostly because he was General Vanrouge’s son and Malleus’s sort-of brother. Sebek, unfortunately, did not have that luxury.

The Dark Mirror considered Sebek for Ignihyde because of his never-ending diligence when it came to protecting Malleus and the other people he cared about. However, once it became extremely obvious that Sebek didn’t know how to turn down the volume on his own phone, it put him in Diasomnia.

Honestly, though, I think Sebek and Ortho would’ve both been better off if he HAD been sorted into Ignihyde.

Not related to Sebek, but I headcanon his older brother as being based on Tick-Tock the Crocodile from “Peter Pan (1953)” and his older sister as being twisted from Louis from “The Princess and the Frog (2009)”.

Yes, I know Louis is technically an ALLIGATOR, but shhhh. Lemme have this.

If it makes you feel better, though, I also headcanon their father as being from Port o’Bliss (the same place Sam is from), so through the power of genetics, it kind of works out.

Okay, I think that’s everything. I considered adding Yuu in here, but then again, anything we know about Yuu is mostly headcanons, so I don’t think it counts lol.

Thank you SO MUCH for your patience, and I hope my headcanons didn’t bore you, I know they’re kind of mundane lol.

[louisetaylor]

Hadestown fanfic idea that lives in my brain

Eurydice somehow finds out that Mr. Hermes has been singing the song, retelling their story, for a very long time.

"How long? How long? How long?!"

"Don't ask where, brother, don't ask when." And every time, it ends up being a tragedy.

"Every time you sing the song, you rely on Orpheus to save us all?" she asks Mr. Hermes. "You play the game by Hades' rules and wait for us to fail again?"

"It's a test," he tells her. "It's a trial."

"And I fail the test by doubting that we could survive the winter alone? I fail by selling my life to Hades to survive? Orpheus fails by doubting that I'd follow him out of hell? We all fail by not having enough hope?"

"Yes," says Mr. Hermes. "The dog you've really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head. It's him whose howling drives men mad and a mind to its undoing. I sing those lines to warn him every time."

"So we're damned by being afraid of starving? Afraid of being alone? Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Hades, but we can't all be gods. You don't understand what it's like to be human. To need another chance."

"I fail every time I sing the song," Hermes says quietly. "Every time."

"Give me another chance," she tells him. "Let me tell the story this time. Just once. Wait for me."

"I will."

You see, unlike Orpheus, Eurydice could stand to be alone. She was no stranger to the cold, no stranger to the dark. Orpheus once made her see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.

She still has plenty of spite.

After Hermes' song ends, the workers gather in Persephone's speakeasy deep in the concrete heart of Hadestown and pour one out for Orpheus, wherever he is now. Eurydice finds her broken voice and says, in a voice cracked from crying, "Anybody got a match?"

Flick. The flame scrapes roughly into life in her hand, lighting her face from below and flickering in her eyes. Her face is young but set into the hard lines of someone old before their time. Her black eyes catch the flame like coals. The others are drawn to her. Orpheus could make you see how the world could be, but Eurydice knows how it is. And she's not going to put up with it anymore.

She hates being nameless on the assembly line, but...she likes Hadestown. She likes the bright lights, the heat, the smell of smoke. She'd like to keep it. They all have to go back to work on the wall tomorrow, but there's a hammer in her hand...

...and there's a crack in the wall.

[moonliched]

Hi neighbour!

The aftermath of pride, as promised! It's a long story, so be warned!

I wasn't able to go to any of the earlier celebrations because I got sick :(, but I was well enough to go to the actual parade, and I was also able to make an outfit for it (artistic recreation linked at the end). Day of, I ended up going with my mam and sibling, and it was a little bit of a rush in the morning because:

1. My mam only decided to go last second (and also to drag sibling in),

2. It was raining,

3. And we had to get a bus.

Luckily, after missing the first bus, we were able to get the next one, and we got in about 10 minutes after the parade started.

It. Was. Amazing! There was so much colour and vibrancy and life from everyone, in spite of the (lashing, mind you) rain. People were so friendly as well! There were groups from mental health services, there were groups protesting the treatment of trans people in healthcare, there were support groups, youth groups, clubs, scouts, performers, people showing their support for Palestine and Ukraine, a mobile library, and so much I ended up missing!

At the end of the parade was "Pride Village" (which my mam found a hilarious name), where a bunch of the services marching had stalls, there was a shop, a quiet area for the nd folk who needed some peace and quiet (though I'm pretty sure it was just called that and they let next to anybody who needed it in), an area for all the Pride sponsors to show off (also the only sheltered spots, which made them very popular), a couple of food stalls (options, if I'm remembering correctly were standard fries/burgers/hotdogs, coffee/tea, some kind of Korean fry, a random assortment of food from Just Eat, rice bowls (I had these, they were sooo good), and a few other things that are escaping me right now), and the stage with a DJ and Sign Language Interpreter.

The first show was done by a drag queen whose name I could not find anywhere, and she sang several songs until she was interrupted by Palestine protesters who, in fairness to them, made some very valid points about the companies funding Pride this year. But their speech felt a little disrespectful to all the people who came to pride protesting for Palestine, as if it was written with the assumption that there wouldn't be so many people showing solidarity.

They were allowed to make their point, though, and the next person on was able to handle the topic and shift in tone with so much grace and respect. I was really impressed by it!

After that, a choir came on to sing. We were able to stick around to listen to one song (it was ABBA, so we had to) but it was still raining and we had a confusing journey home with how all the buses (which suck here regardless) had been diverted for the parade and the Taylor Swift concert traffic, so we ended up getting food and heading.

Even as we were leaving, we were still seeing people dressed up brightly and enjoying themselves and it was just so heart-warming.

In terms of outfits, I was able to get my makeup done the way I wanted to and it lasted the entire day as well, even with the rain! My mam let me do hers since I was still on the high, and that turned out well too (even by her standards). I had my nails painted to match, and here's the link to my outfit!

https://64.media.tumblr.com/3b7f409fb9e5a22a0d5c237c41b94deb/133189c8f19d253d-e8/s540x810/a258fb61fe242f5e96108037d9b047fd5aef1394.jpg

Hope this is enough for you to live vicariously through me!

THE (legally obtained) RAINBOW SHOELACES, yayyy! the outfit looks very cool :D i'm sorry to hear you weren't well, it's a shame to miss anything bc of it :( i hope you're back to 100%!

the Pride Village n food sounds awesome! looks like there was a real variety of stuff to enjoy even in the rain☺️ you got a real gift, i feel like i was there!

pride makeup is the best makeup, and i bet your nails look amazing! it's rly nice your mam and sibling joined in with the celebration. and me too now in spirit! aaaaaaa it sounds like such a kaleidoscope of good memories, i'm so glad you enjoyed your time at pride!!!

btw i rly like your outfit pic, i keep going back to look at it xD thanks for sending, it's improved my day💐🌈

[haleigh-sloth]

* sighs *

I think we all already know the answer but Ik u love talking about him anyway so here you go!

Shigaraki for the ask game?

😊 thank you for indulging me anyway

It’s much appreciated 😂

Tomura:

How I feel: Totally normal feelings. Really, his story is less personal to the reader and more fantastical. But the way he's written to react to everything that happens to him is so believable, as believable as it can be given the circumstances. Removing the magical aspect of it, he's a convincing representation of someone who tries to come out on top of their issues, but in the end they're someone whose trauma just strangles them from the inside and they can't do a damn thing about it. That's Tomura, and he's one of the greatest characters ever, actually. Sucks that the series focuses so much on the kids and his character gets so....overlooked.

Romantic ship: None. I'm sorry.

Non-romantic OTP: Izuku, bffs pls, I beg

Unpopular opinion: I have many. Tomura "leaving room for his comrade's wishes" does not align with his actions and dream of destroying it all. Those things are mutually exclusive and he does not face this because he's too lost in his anger and misery to. Tomura does not prioritize anybody's wellbeing over his own choices--as nice of an idea as that is, it's fanon. Tomura is not an independent leader and never got any liberation of any kind. He lived under the illusion that he did just as he was supposed to. Current in-manga Tomura is really pitiful, and it kinda highlights the patheticness of his entire situation (asking a random teenager you barely know to come save you, buddy, we gotta talk). No complaints though. I love it all. He's a cool badass and kind of a loser, all at the same time. He makes it work. He looks good doing it.

What I wish could/would happen: I have 0 complaints on current canon. What I wish/hope to see happen aside from the obvious save, realization, all the necessary epiphanies etc., is him crying. He hasn't cried (since he was a kid) and by god, he needs to. I also want Izuku to hug him so bad because lord knows he needs a hug to cry into.

Izuku:

How I feel: I like his character because writing hiccups aside, he is the person who wants to save everyone, even if it takes him some hard lessons to learn what "everyone" truly means. I find some things frustrating in his arc, but I like him because he IS the character he is meant to be--heroic, selfless, kind, eager to be there for people who need him. I love him for that.

Romantic ship: IzuOcha :)

Non-romantic OTP: Tomura :) (I just think they should hug and maybe Tomura should kick his ass at some video games)

Unpopular opinion: I only know what's a popular opinion in this little corner of the fandom but. I think simply liking him is an unpopular opinion in the villain standom.

What I wish could/would happen: More self-reflection. You would honestly forget that he used to be quirkless with how little he thinks about it and how little it's written to impact him (or lack thereof). And that in itself even isn't bad, but it needs follow up like "Why do you ignore this part of your past". Y'know. It's a writing issue with his arc, but I do think there is clear set up for it to all come out in the open later toward the end.

[rindousbbg]

heyooo! i would love a personality matchup or haikyuu (and/or) jujutsu kaisen!! 🦂

My MBTI is INTJ. Here are some of my favourite things: green grapes, warm beds, heavy metal music, parties and dragons. I dislike red grapes, slow walkers, people whose opinions are easily swayed/influenced and papercuts.

I can be rather quiet at times but once I get excited I'm super loud and outgoing. I love learning and trying new things, skills and hobbies. I would describe myself as an extremely curious individual who is always seeking an adrenaline rush! I'm naturally flirtatious, hard working and smiley.

I've never really had a type before but if I had to pick I'd say someone who could be described as 'submissive' at times. As well as someone who can be logical and rational when needed but still playful and adventurous otherwise. I adore brutally honest people, who aren't overly sensitive and are open minded. I most certainly would not like someone with opposing political beliefs, someone who is arrogant or someone who would "baby" me.

Physical touch> Words of affirmation> Quality Time>

Extra bits::

I'm 5'9, long legs, green eyed with sharp features. I'm learning to play electric guitar as well as learning two languages (Spanish and Korean). I did ballet for a massive chunk of my life and was forced to quit for mental health. My biggest compliment I get told is that I 'smell heavenly' ( I wear mainly vanilla/caramel scents). Annnndddd I'm the type of girl who would buy her boyfriend flowers.

You got...

TOGE INUMAKI

• You like heavy metal music? Watch him blast it day and night for you to jam on it. 

• He would buy you green grapes when you wanted to eat them. and make beds for you whenever you feel tired. It's a profound appreciation language for him to take care of you. 

• He would call up his gang (Maki, Panda, Megumi, Yuji, and Nobrara) to come up to his house for important tasks. (He won't tell them, he's hosting a party.)

• He loves your outgoing spirit. He's always ready to learn things from you to make the atmosphere better.

• He's himself a curious person, so whenever you see some surreptitious shit outside, y'all will team up and unearth information regarding it. 

• He flirts back when you flirt with him. He's the type of person who would literally say some lewd things in the chat, making you shudder. 

• You just need to lure him into you and see him on his knees, all submissive like a butler. 

• He can be logical in many situations, but he's adventurous in mundane times. 

• i don't cerebrate he's sensitive; moreover, he is someone who would relish to express if something isn't right or he doesn't relish it. 

• He could be honest all the time. He's the type of person who doesn't sugarcoat words at all and just says whatever comes to his mind, but of course he won't go overboard with it. 

• He won't baby anybody. He would definitely think it's cringeworthy. 

• Sometimes he gets insecure about himself, since he can't speak. Your love langauge, being words of affirmation, would avail him a lot. He's someone who practices and goes to mission all the time (?) but don't worry, he would try to make up time for you no matter what. 

• He's not that tall, so when you tower over him, he will definitely get blushy. 

• would demand that you edify him language and guitar. 

• I'm surmising he's not into physical touch all the time. But when you wear your usual cologne, watch him never leave your side.

hope you like it... sorry for the delay!

[dollyyyhouse]

YAYAYAYA I FINALLY FINISHED THE SECOND PART OF THIS ^^ This is the second part of the previous Belphegor lesson 16 AU. I'm happy I'm finally posting again, I feel like I've been gone for so long... it's weird not posting how often I want to 😭 On another note it's my birthday in like an hour and I'm nervous 🫠

Spoilers for lesson 16 of Obey Me!!!!!

The freezing water engulfed your body, almost as if it were a vicious monster. Even after you thought of it as a monster about to destroy you, that monster still would've been nicer to you than the Avatars of Hell. At this point it felt like anybody in the entire universe was kinder than them, living with them was like a punishment for a crime you didn't commit. Perhaps it was one, you didn't come to Devildom on your own terms and hardly ever spoke to some of the brothers. "Why am I the one suffering? I didn't do anything wrong.", those were the words you kept repeating in your cluttered head.

The dark daytime felt even darker and the windy nights were even windier. You felt like a walking corpse; slow, tired, and sickly. You lost the motivation to eat, clean yourself and even sleep. It didn't matter if you were awake or not, the images of your own blood and corpse plagued your subconscious.

You closed your eyes and let out the remaining air in your lungs, allowing yourself to sink even deeper. That was when a strong hand pulled you out of the water, "MC, are you enjoying the pool so far?" Wiping off the water on your face, you opened your eyes to see Diavolo holding your hand, supporting you from sinking any deeper. "Oh, yeah it's nice.." Lord Diavolo invited you over to spend some time with him and Barbatos, so you asked if you could go into the pool and he gladly agreed. You didn't truly know why you wanted to get into the pool, you weren't sure if it was because you had the hopes of dying or because you just wanted someone, something, to embrace you.

"Is everything alright? It looks like you have a lot on your mind." The Lord gave you a small smile, one that didn't feel genuine. "I'm fine, I guess I do have a lot on my mind." You knew the purpose of you being in Devildom, to rekindle the broken ties with the other realms, a job you didn't want. "Are you sure, MC? You've seemed a bit down lately." Couldn't help but slightly glare at the demon, he wasn't dumb, he knew why you seemed different than usual. You couldn't tell why he was acting dumb, you hated it. You'd rather him just talk to you about Belphegor, the rest of the brothers and your ties with the demon realm instead of making you suffer like this.

You thought that maybe after you confronted Belphegor at the dinner table you'd feel just a little better, but instead you felt even angrier. You were sad, exhausted and most of all angry, angry because nothing was changing and the demons around you still weren't owning up for everything they had said and done. "I didn't ask for this! I didn't want to be brought to Devildom, I don't wanna bare this pain and pressure of constantly trying to make everything better!", you snapped at him. "MC, I'm sor—", "No! I don't want your fucking apology, I'm tired of hearing 'sorry, sorry, sorry' over and over again!" You grasped his hand that was holding yours, slightly leaning him closer to the pool. "You know what you've done, why am I suffering for things I've never done?! Why am I being treated like a chew toy?!" Tears began streaming down your face, not mistaken for pool water.

"I should've known how everything would've ended up, you're worse than demons! You made me go through timelines, made me almost get ripped to shreds and got me killed! All of this for what? To fucking help people who've hurt me! I'm not the one whose going to be able to reunite the realms, so leave me out of this shit!" With your other hand you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the water alongside you. In the corner of your eye you could see Barbatos quickly appear at the edge of the pool, wanting to protect the Lord but seemingly waiting for a signal.

You straddled his waist and formed your fists into balls, "Why?! Why?! Why am I suffering like this? I can't escape it! All I can think about is the mental and physical pain, how Belphegor choked me and forced me to choke to death on my own blood! I still remember how I saw my body, blue and bloody! It hurt, it hurt so bad! I can't just say the mental pain is the only thing that hurts, the physical pain does too!!", you screamed at him. Like a feather, the two of you floated on top of the water, dipping under every now and then. You began pounding your fist on his chest, this was the first time you became even slightly violent. "MC, I promise you I will change this." Diavolo looked at you sternly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, an expression you weren't used to seeing in a long time. Your pounding slowly died down and your sobbing became louder, "D-iavolo.. I want to believe that, but I-I don't think I can anymore.." You hung your head, what happened to you? You used to be so easily excited, used to love spending time with friends but now everything and everyone felt gloomy and tiring.

"I should've thought more about how you felt, I'm sure this is unbelievably hard on you. You have no powers like Solomon, you're not an angel or demon and you were thrown into a realm you knew nothing about. I hurt you, even though my intentions were good what I did was selfish." With his hands, he held both of yours in his, "You're so strong MC, and I'm not gonna push you to your limit anymore."

Those words felt bittersweet, comforting yet cruel. You'll never forget how Belphegor brutally murdered you, you still remember the metallic taste of your blood and how you slowly and painfully lost all your senses the closer you neared death. If felt horrible, horrible to be away from home, stuck with demons, your murderer, and was secretly being manipulated by everyone around you. It felt as if your true self was really dead, and now you were just a shell of who you once were.

[here2bbtstrash]

I’m obsessed with Gracie Abrams’s whole discography and I hope you can write something SUPERRRR angsty (crying, screaming…) inspired by these songs. Literally I can’t choose because I love all of her songs but maybe Feels Like, 21, Rockland or Unlearn would be great! Thank you for opening request ❤️ I love your writing very much 💖

mwah mwah mwah I LOVE YOU !!!! OKAY. i feel this needs an explanation because 🥴 i've been looking for creative inspiration and i was talking to the queen of my heart @gimmethatagustd who said that they would sometimes set like writing "challenges" for assignments in school, and i loved that idea. AND THEN i was sat back listening through these songs and when 21 came on i immediately started hearing a conversation in my head, just the dialogue, and then i was like 🤔🤔 what if i only wrote the dialogue ??? and so. that's what we did 😬 i hope you still like it, i know this is weird but it was a fun exercise for me and tbh i really like how it turned out ??? /disclaimer

still accepting song ideas to write drabbles based on! specify the member you want OR let me choose~

pairing: jungkook x ??? (the "other person" can really be anybody.... reader..... another member.... crack ship of your choice..... go crazy lol) wordcount: 555 ~ angel number contains: a phone call between exes and just a whoooole buncha angst, jk's ex speaks first if it helps you keep it straight, also i'm curious to know whose side you're on 🤔🤔🤔

“Did you have fun on your birthday? Hyungs take you out?”

“Mm-hmm. Drank a lot. Regretted trying to keep up with Yoongi.”

“I wish I could’ve been there.”

“I do too.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I feel really shitty about it.”

“It’s okay. I thought maybe you were telling me to move on. It’s probably a good thing, really.”

“Jungkookie.”

“Please don’t call me that. It’s not fair.”

“Why?”

“Because it fucking hurts. Because you broke up with me.”

“I didn’t think it would be like this, J—JK. I didn’t think you’d just… cut me out of your life completely.”

“If I cut you out completely I wouldn’t have picked up the phone.”

“You know what I mean. There’s stuff I still want to do. With you. Like go out and get drunk and do karaoke in your kitchen. Celebrate your birthday. I hate missing the important things. And the little ones, too. …And I hate hearing you cry.”

“Tough shit. You made the call.”

“But I didn’t want to lose my best friend, too. There’s stuff that— I don’t know, that I didn’t think about. That I miss. I miss you. This is so hard.”

“I’m sorry the fact that you broke my heart is inconvenient for you.”

“Why are you being so fucking mean?”

“Because you don’t get to do this. Not now, and not every time you keep fucking calling me, when three months ago you sat me down and said you didn’t love me anymore.”

“Jungkook, I—”

“After I spent four years with you, and we built a whole life together. Got your fucking eye tattooed on my arm like an idiot. And then you just woke up one day and decided to throw it all away like it never meant anything. Well that’s on you. You don’t get to keep changing your mind.”

“I’m not changing my mind, there’s just some things—”

“Well you don’t get some things! I’m not your fucking science experiment to pick apart and only keep the shit you like! It’s all of me or none of me, and you picked none!”

“Not trying to pick you apart, not trying to hurt you.”

“You already did.”

“Jungkook, stop! …Now we’re both fucking crying, is that what you wanted? Are you happy?”

“Are you?”

“No, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. You don’t get to be the only one that’s hurt here. I’m fucking miserable without you.”

“And you think I’m not? You think I don’t miss you too?”

“That’s what I’m saying, I don’t see why it has to be like this. It feels like extra pain for no reason. Just cause we’re supposed to.”

“Hyungs said I need space.”

“Well, I hate space. It’s dumb.”

“...Yeah.”

“I want my best friend Jungkookie back. I pick up my phone wanting to text you about stuff like twenty times a day, and I hate feeling like I can’t. Like I’m not supposed to.”

“I know. I miss my best friend, too.”

“I’m so sad by myself.”

“But you weren’t happy with me either.”

“…I was in some ways. But not every way, no.”

“Do you want to get back together?”

“I wish that the answer was yes. It would make things a lot easier.”

“But it’s not a yes.”

“No.”

“Then what do we do?”

[mysteriesofmarcy]

Or anybody on the train for that matter?

Jesse: Look mom and dad I know it's been months since you've seen me but I got stuck on this weird magical train and I met this chrome girl who was kinda mean at first but we hit it off and became Travel Friends(tm) but then she got trapped on the train so I had to go back and save her and now she's out in the real world even though she's never been off the train before so can we keep her?

Grace: OK mom and dad I know it's been YEARS since you saw me and you probably thought I died or something but I got stuck on this magical mysterious train where everybody had a glowing number and I thought the goal was to make the number go up by destroying the train so I formed a gang of kids called The Apex with another kid named Simon that destroyed cars and watched our numbers go up because we thought it was a status symbol deep breath but then I met this little girl named Hazel whose number didn't glow and I thought maybe The Apex could help her but I didn't know that her number was fake and designed to help me and Simon lower our numbers to zero so we could get off the train and I also didn't know that Simon would kill Hazel's adoptive mother because she was a null which is a resident of the train and The Apex believes that nulls are all evil so then Hazel left to go with the old conductor of the train and me and Simon were left on our own so we worked our way back to The Apex but when we got there Simon went insane and tried to kill me another deep breath and eventually I led all the kids from what used to be The Apex to get their numbers down to zero which caused my own number to go down to zero and so I'm back and so please take me back and cancel my funeral.

Ryan: Hey fans, sorry I went missing for months, but...

Min: Boss, I know you're mad at me for not coming or calling in for the past few months, but...

Ryan and Min: ...we got stuck on this unbelievable train in another dimension where we had to fight through all these cars filled with different challenges designed to help our personal growth and we had a number signifying how much growth we both still needed and it turned out the only thing the train wanted us to do was rely on each other so here we are and we hope you didn't miss us too much!

I finished watching the first season of Infinity Train and like. How on Earth did Tulip explain to her parents where she'd been?

'Hi mom, hi dad, sorry I've been missing for months, I tried to run away to Oshkosh all by myself but then this train appeared out of absolutely nowhere and the door said it was going to Oshkosh so I got in but it turns out it was a magical train with all these different cars filled with random stuff meant to help me work through all my trauma but the fake conductor was trying to stop me from working through my trauma because her husband died and she wanted to make a car that had him in it and my friend I met on the train was the real conductor and he would have stopped her so she couldn't let us reach the front of the train but luckily we got there and we stopped her and just before that the number on my hand that represented the level of my trauma had gone all the way down to zero and so I was finally allowed off the train and it let me off right at our front door so now I'm back and please don't ground me'

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Toki: A theif. Skwisgaar: Thief. Toki: Theif? Skwisgaar: I before E, except after C. Toki: Thceif. Skwisgaar: No.

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Murderface: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Nathan, not looking up from his book: Spear. Murderface: BLOCKED.

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Skwisgaar: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Toki's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

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Toki: Okay, help me please! Skwisgaar: Got two words for you. Toki: I bet they won't be helpful. Skwisgaar: Your problem. Toki: I was right

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Skwisgaar: So uhhh... my question is: my friend keeps on going into the pantry and grabbing handfuls of fettuccine... uncooked... Pickles: I would hope they're not grabbing handfuls of cooked fettuccine! Murderface: In your pantry! Skwisgaar: Yeah... and eating them raw, and they keep calling them 'chips'. ... How do I make them stop? Pickles: Is your friend here? Skwisgaar, motioning to Toki: Yeah. Pickles, to Toki: You're a monster! Words MEAN things! >:( Nathan: Does anybody remember- I haven't been to Olive Garden in many moons- but they DO have a like- fettuccine bottle that you can just- grab em out of and chew- Nathan: HOLD ON. WAS THIS A PRANK YOU GUYS PULLED ON ME WHEN WE WENT TO OLIVE GARDEN AS KIDS?! Nathan: NO, STOP. EVERYBODY SHUT UP. DO THEY GIVE YOU RAW FETTUCCINE TO CHEW ON IN THE LOBBY OF THE OLIVE GARDEN Everyone else: No. Nathan, to Pickles and Murderface: YOU FUCKIN BASTARDS Pickles: YAAAAAAAAY! Murderface: THE PRESTIGE!

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Skwisgaar: You're a loose cannon, Toki. Toki: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Nathan: I think you play by your own rules. Pickles: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Skwisgaar: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Toki: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Murderface is a loose cannon. Murderface: *smashes a chair*

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Skwisgaar: Good responses for being stabbed with a knife? Toki: Rude. Nathan: That’s fair. Pickles: Not again. Murderface: Are you going to want this back?

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Skwisgaar: Bridge the generation gap by combining old and new slang into one! Toki: Tubular AF! Pickles: Mood to the max! Nathan, annoyed: Groovy, I hate it. Murderface, just as annoyed: If she breathes, she’s a square.

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Skwisgaar: Everyone, synchronize your watches. Toki: I don’t know how to do that. Nathan: I don’t wear a watch. Pickles: Time is a construct.

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Skwisgaar: Dammit, Toki! Toki: What?! It wasn’t me! Skwisgaar: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Nathan! Nathan: Not me either. Skwisgaar: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Murderface: *whistles*

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Skwisgaar, about Toki: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group. Nathan: Are we stealing them? Pickles: New or used? Skwisgaar: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Nathan: Why are Skwisgaar and Toki sitting with their backs to each other? Pickles: They had a fight. Nathan: Then why are they holding hands? Pickles: They get sad when they fight.

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Skwisgaar: *Gently taps table* Toki: *Taps back* Nathan: What are they doing? Pickles: Morse code. Skwisgaar: *Aggressively taps table* Toki: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Skwisgaar: Toki, I'm sad. Toki: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay. Nathan: Pickles, I'm sad. Pickles, nodding: mood.

[sevendeadlymorons]

Can you do something with an MC whose abuser is trying to get back into their life? I just need some fluffy hurt/comfort. Or rage. Whatever you feel is applicable. Sorry I'm not familiar with sending requests but I like your posts! 💖

Thank you! And your request was good, don’t even worry, I’ll get right on to it

Brothers Reaction to MC’s Abuser Trying to get Back Into Their Life

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Lucifer

Overbearingly overprotective of you sometimes when he first found out

Hearing all about your past abuser and what they did to you made him angry and like he wanted to protect you more than ever

There was no way in hell he’s letting someone who abused you in the past back into your life

He’ll constantly be by your side, hand wrapped around your waist and pulling you closer when others walked too close to you

He’s paranoid enough to send one of his brothers with you if he was too busy to go somewhere with you

If they ever found you, you’ll see his true protective side as he grips your wrist firmly and pulls you away from them, whilst showing them exactly who you belong to now and what they’re up against

Treats you afterwards to tea and cake and even bought you a small pendant and a rose at a nearby store since you looked so scared and that made him upset

Blocks the number from your phone and advises you to call him if you ever see them again; he’ll come and show them what happens if they mess with his loved ones

Mammon

Extremely over protective, more so than usual

He saw your phone ringing multiple times one day after you left it on it’s own, so he asked you about it, only to find out it was your past abuser

To say he wasn’t scared shitless would be a total lie as he desperately clings to your side whenever you think to go out alone, his arm wrapped tightly around yours

He’ll never let them near you, forget allowing them back into your life, are they crazy?

If your abuser ever finds you, he’ll have his hand wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you away from them and baring his fangs as a warning

He was about to punch ‘em when they stepped too close to you, reaching out to grab your wrist, but you calmed him down immediately and left

Took you home straight away after you looked panicked and held you in his arms for a while rubbing your back soothingly, reminding you that it’ll be ok and that he’ll never leave you

Tells you to block them and call him if you ever see them again, he’ll protect you from anything and anyone, no matter the circumstances

Leviathan

His clingy side comes out when he first found out about it

First hearing about it was somewhat terrifying to think about to him, and he hates the person who’d ever think of laying their hands on you

The fact they were trying to get back into your life made him worry, but he knew you’d never allow that and neither would he

He’ll cancel his plans if you ever want to go out, he just doesn’t want you to go alone in fear that they somehow find you and take you away from him

He doesn’t care how nervous it makes him, his hand is permanently entwined with yours in public and if anybody comes too close, he’s pulling you in and giving them a death glare

Running in to them for the first time, he felt completely unprepared as they reached for your wrist to drag you away from him, but he tugged you away just as quick, snarling at them as he walked away

You both sat at home calming eachother down in a huge blanket afterwards, both crying and holding the other tightly as he reminded you that you’re safe now whilst burying his tear stained face into your neck

He never wants anything bad to happen to you, you’re the only person who’s ever liked him for him, so he���s going to protect you with his life

Satan

Pure anger was all he felt whilst you told him about your past abuser

How dare someone even think about hurting you? He wants you to block them as soon as you can and stay by his side for a while

He’ll never let them back into your life, he doesn’t care how much they beg, nobody hurts you and just expects to be forgiven, he’ll stay with you forever

And by God, does this man stay with you. It was like all his anger eventually turned into fear and paranoia about you getting hurt again; he didn’t want that, ever

His hand is glued to yours when you decide to go out, and every person that got too close almost made him break out into a fight

If he ever bumps into your abuser with you, he’ll make sure you’re safe by pushing you behind him and glaring, making sure they know not to try anything with him around

A lot of cuddling when you two get home, his arms wrapped around your stomach as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down

He knows he may be a little overbearing at times, but he never wants to lose you, and the thought terrifies him, so he’ll do anything to make sure they don’t get you again

Asmodeus

He’s never felt so angry and sad at the time when you first told him; he was never planning on letting you out of his sight

He knew he just had to protect you so you never went through that experience again

Hearing they wanted to get back into your life made him laugh at how pathetic they sounded. He’ll never allow it, ever

Attempted to spend as much time as possible with you and if you needed to go somewhere, he was going too

His arms always wrapped around your waist, shoulder, anywhere that he could let others know that you belonged to him

He’s not too good with conflict, so when he met your abuser for the first time, he firmly grabs your hand and pushes past them, smacking his shoulder against theirs as hard as he could when he went past

Makes you feel hella good about yourself when you two get home, hyping you up and telling you how strong you are whilst giving you millions of kisses all over your face and neck

Imagining a life where you felt in fear of leaving the house because of some abuser made him sick, and he wanted to make sure you felt safe with him around and he’ll not stop until you always feel that

Beelzebub

He couldn’t help but pull you into a tight embrace when you first told him, very close to tears as he tried to push out the thoughts of someone hurting you

He can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt again so he convinces you to not give them another chance; he’ll get extremely worked up over it

He becomes clingy and protective after that, accompanying you to places you want to go with his arm wrapped around your waist and his glare glued to people that passed by

He knew he could be intimating if he tried, so he was hoping that he could keep others away from you and protect you

But he never expected your abuser to ever find you so when they stepped uncomfortably close to you, he pushed himself in the middle of you two, towering over them and glaring down, making sure they know to never cross you again

Treats you to your favourite foods to calm you down after you looked visibly shook up and holds you in his arms, telling you itll all be ok now and planting a few kisses on your head, quite shook up himself too

Never wants to see you get hurt again, it pains him too much. He loves you too much to allow it. He’ll always protect you, no matter the cost

Belphegor

Tries not to show it but he’s lowkey paranoid of everything and everyone

Finding out was painful and he wanted to pull you in and hold you so you felt safe and never let go

Tried his best to convince you to not leave the house as often, just in case. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and sleep, at least then nobody could harm you

Especially if they wanted to get back in your life. He doesn’t want to think of you getting hurt again, he’ll never let it happen for as long as he lives

But if you ever do need to leave, he’ll come with you, no matter how tired, he’ll have his hand entwined with yours and his gaze locked on you and the people around him

When your abuser found you the one time, he immediately sprung up, pushed you behind him and glared them down, baring his fangs slightly so they knew not to even think about touching you

Way too much cuddling when you got home, but he was too worried to care as he held you close to him, listening to your heart beat thump wildly in your chest and stroking your back

He knew he was taking a lot of precautions, but could you blame him? He felt safe with you, so he wanted you to feel safe around him too. He’ll do anything to protect you from now on

[thehomothings]

Analysis of Kite's conflicting moralities, relationship with death, and the toll reincarnation may take on one's psyche

So, today I decided to compile all the thoughts I have had about Kite's interesting worldview since the first time I saw him into one post, mostly for my own sake, really. If you're familiar with the few posts I've made, you know it's gonna be a mess, but hopefully a comprehensible mess.

A heads up, this is going to be spoiler-heavy, and very much deal with subjects of death and dying as a whole. Also, some of these conclusions are drawn from my own experiences and close brushes with death, I'm not going to go into much detail but it might get personal and definitely dark. I'm not even sure if I can call this a meta-analysis, and I'm obviously no expert, so mayhaps take all of this with a grain of salt.

Been getting into drawing lately, and during the more simple and mindless part of the painstaking process of dotting every single star in this, I let my thoughts wander through the latest part of the fic I'm writing, and I got a better grasp on what exactly made Kite such an elusive character to me.

I'm not quite sure why I got so attached to Kite. Perhaps it was the air of tragedy surrounding him, how despite his sordid past he remained still open and gentle even if outlined by a healthy dose of cynicism.

But sometimes, I think it's the fact that he is so paradoxical. He's brave, yet fears death to such a degree that creates a whole Nen ability around it, is a pacifist yet will not hesitate to spill blood for his own sake or someone else's. Despite the many ultimatums and warnings of 'I will not protect you', he gave his arm and then his life to save Gon and Killua. He approaches each hunt and battle with a clear plan of action in mind, but his Hatsu takes the form of a roulette that gives him random weapons which are never what he wants, but what he seems to need for that exact situation, which he cannot dispel without using. When he draws a weapon, the decision is locked in and his or his opponent's fate is sealed. That's why each time he dubbs his weapon a bad roll. Every time he has to gamble, he sees himself as having run out of luck. When it comes to having to choose between himself and somebody else...well, there had never been a choice. In fact his aversion to using it may feed into its sheer power that we, unfortunately, saw too little of.

Let's go over his very first appearance when he saves Gon from the mother Foxbear.

It's not hard to see the strain searching for Ging has put on him; he's rash, prone to anger and punching a child for daring to get into trouble. In his mind, he's failing at his most important task, has not yet earned the right to call himself a hunter despite being in possession of his very own hunter license.

After killing the mother Foxbear and raging about having done so, he says this interesting line:

So yes, he finds killing for any reason rather irksome as most would do, yet I think something deeper caused him to absolutely lose it in this scene:

He had not been aware of Gon's identity, and despite being an animal lover and a naturalist, he made a choice to save the human instead of allowing nature to run its course. In fact, he says: 'No beast that harms a human must be allowed to live.'

How does one weight one life against another? How is the worth of it determined? The value of life... an impossible choice he's faced with and a choice which he seems to regret to some degree.

The Foxbear cub.

Here, he's speaking from experience, a tangible loss he has felt himself, and a hard and bitter life he does not want to impose on the cub.

His backstory is exclusive to the 2011 anime adaptation but there are hints alluding to it in the manga, for example, the fact that he does not seem to know his birthplace, or:

The choice of words is chilling.

Reading between the lines, one could draw the conclusion that he is an orphan. Something supporting this hypothesis is how he visibly deflates after Gon tells him his parents have (presumably) died.

So we see he is willing to go against his own moral code of not killing as to not doom another living being to the life he led, a lonely, hopeless existence that could barely be called one. He saw it best to put down the cub rather than leave it to die a painful, slow death.

The reason Kite himself isn't as cynical and cold-hearted as one would be after witnessing cruelty in its rawest form is those small crumbs of human kindness which he may have found in Ging.

It was not only a chance at an honorable life being Ging's apprentice gave him, but it also 'saved' him from being broken and twisted into what he hated and worst of all, death.

If we take that one minute of backstory as canon to his character-which I find myself inclined to do- these quirks of his make much more sense. He lived on the run. He lived on the knife's edge between giving up or pushing forwards. He lived as so a wrong move could be the difference between survival and the end.

Between rock and a hard place creates a mentality of black and white, absolute good or extreme evil, this or that. Except in reality, it's much harder than that. Deciding who to save and who to strike down is a heavy burden to bear.

It's almost easy to see how struggling to keep surviving could lend itself to a crippling fear of death and subsequently developing a Nen ability which once more goes against his own moral code in order to give himself a second chance...yet something about it strikes me as unlikely when I look at it this way.

Living life knowing it could end at any moment has the opposite effect, at least for me it did. One comes to accept that it is fleeting and while not eager to let it go, when death eventually and inevitably does come, there is no fighting it.

Especially when there is no hope that tomorrow will be a better day than this one.

Frequent near-death experiences numb one's fear in a way, even if it drives them to take precautions that render it unlikely to happen again and results in c-PTSD, but still, it does. It sparks a certain nihilistic view of 'if it all can end so easily, then what's the point of it all?'

Unless there are things to live for, a sure promise of a better future, and Ging gave Kite that. When he faced the threat of losing his second chance at life:

Really, what else could lead someone to develop the ability of 'the hell I'm going to die like this'?

I think a separate event, an even more brutal near-death experience that almost cost him his life as the hunter he so strived to be set him off to develop the secret roll of Crazy Slots, what I call Roll No.0, Ars moriendi. Unlike other weapons, it cannot come up in random and is directly summoned by him, or better said, summon by his overwhelming will to keep going and hopelessness of fighting a losing battle. I don't believe roll No.3 was the weapon that allowed him to reincarnate. I've named that one Wand of Fortune, a sort of armor instead of an offensive weapon since I find it hard to believe Kite, a Conjurer, would not focus on defences as well, and I will go into both mechanisms of these weapons hopefully in his backstory.

Despite knowing this battle to be a pointless one and being acutely aware of his soon to be demise, he did not immediately draw Ars moriendi, no, he stayed back and fought for the sake of the boys, kept Neferpitou occupied until they could reach safety. We can see evidence of this in the aftermath of the battle that seemed to have gone on until dawn, a torn apart landscape only signaling a fraction of the devastation that was Kite's power unleashed. It still wasn't enough.

In the anime sub I watched, when Gon apologizes to Ging about Kite's death, Ging said a sentence that infuriated me, because it belittled the utter suffering of the NGL trio.

"He would not die in your place." (No screenshot, sorry)

And I remember practically shouting at the screen, screaming 'how could you possibly say that? Of course he did. He absolutely did die in their place. How could you not know your own apprentice? Why-'

It was only last night that it hit me why Ging would say that.

Once upon a time, maybe Kite would not have given his life for anybody under any circumstances, even if he had a way out of it all. He would still need to die to come back to life.

His Thanatophobia could be attributed to the (possibly untreated) PTSD of the near-death experience in his later life, being so certain of dying that finding himself alive afterwards drove him to never want to go through that again. He quieted his fear by creating a sort of a loophole, that even if he lost the battle he would remain. Ging remembered that, but as evidence shows, something changed. Maybe he healed a bit, perhaps growing up dulled his fear to a certain degree, but eventually when it came down to his life or another's, he didn't choose himself.

Now, I can hear you saying 'but he didn't die, so what are you going on about??' And so I reply: Yes, he is alive, but he did die. He experienced that painful, horrible moment of staring death in the eyes and thinking 'This is it, this is the end', went through the actual process of having his soul removed from his body. And that moment stretches into infinity, ten lifetimes condensed into the mere seconds before oblivion.

Dying isn't so hard if one stays dead.

It's not so easy to open one's eyes and find oneself alive again after that, no matter how much that is the heart's desire. It's difficult, nigh-impossible to reconcile with life and walk amongst the living when everything had been so final, when death had been accepted to its fullest.

So Kite awakens, the twin of Meruem and back from the dead, his mind and identity both intact and fractured. In that he is Kite is no mistaking, yet he is not the same gentle pacifist whose first reaction upon sensing a monster's aura was to shield two kids from it at the cost of his arm.

I don't think many of you are familiar with Zoroastrian ideology, but Togashi is known for loving his religious imagery, and it's not only Christianism he derives inspiration from (evidence of which can be seen all over Kite's character and resurrection).

In Zurvanism-a branch of Zoroastrianism- there is talk of the twin spirits: Ahura Mazda -epitome of all that is good- and Ahriman -epitome of all that is evil-, the parent god Zurvin decides that the firstborn may rule in order to bring "heaven, hell, and everything in between."

Upon becoming aware of this fact, Ahriman forcibly tears through the womb to emerge first. Sounding familiar yet?

Zurvan relents to this turn of events only on one condition: Ahriman is given kingship for 9000 years, and then Ahura Mazda may rule for eternity.

Meruem ruled for 40 days, his death leaving the throne vacant for ant Kite, wearing a dead girl's face and seeming to be brewing some nefarious plan. No more is there any sign of that unrelenting pacifism and the sanctity of life he held so high, losing his own may have only served to show him how meaningless the pain and suffering he went through had been, dying only to be reborn as a member of the species that killed him. It may be that he has no desire to rule over the remaining Chimera ants or create an army of his own-

Yet I dread to think what a broken mind possessing limitless power might do to the world.

And that's it. If you made it this far, thank you for reading! If you found it interesting, stay tuned, as I think a lot and I will make it your problem.

[angryhausfrau-writes]

Your Friends Were All Standing Around Looking At Your Cock The Other Dayee...

Interior of the farm house. WAYNE, KATY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN stand around the table, looking at something.

KATY: It's a beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh, it's a gorgeous cock.

DAN, shifting from foot to foot, uncomfortably: Now I'ms nots denyings that it's a mightys fines cocks. I just thinks its mights not bes appropriates to have sets outs on the supper tables is all.

KATY: Oh Dan, there's been far worse things than a cock on this table.

WAYNE growls: Better not have been them hockey nutsacks.

KATY: I'm a big girl, Wayne. None of your business what nutsacks I'm spending time with.

WAYNE, begrudgingly: True.

DAN: You knows whats you're afters, miss Katys, and that's what I appreciates about you.

KATY, flirtatiously: Oh, is that what you appreciate about me?

WAYNE: Take about ten, twenty percent off her over there Squirrelly Dan.

DAN, looking at the table: Oh hey look. A cock. What is sets most unhygenicallys on the table we eats off ofs.

KATY: Jesus Dan. Hop off our cocks.

WAYNE: Besides, you're a bigger degen than Dary if you eat directly off the table.

DAN: Where is Darys anyways? Ain't like him to miss such a magnificents cocks.

DARY enters the KITCHEN: Sorry I'm late. Spent all morning wrangling my cock into its cage.

DAN, sympathetically: Its was giving yous some troubles thens?

DARY: Kept making itself all big and plumped up. Couldn't get it to fit in the cage. Ended up having to really wrassle with it for a good long while.

KATY: Could say you had to take your cock firmly in hand there, Dary?

WAYNE: Pert near had to choke that chicken, I'd imagine.

DARY: Pert near.

DAN: But yous gots it settled downs and ins its cage?

DARY nods and hefts a rooster in a wire cage into frame: Yup. Tuckered it out eventually. Now it's placid as anything.

WAYNE: Now that's a handsome cock, Dary. A right handsome cock.

DARY, bashful: Aw, it ain't nothing special. Not like yours, Wayne.

WAYNE SHIFTS OUT OF THE WAY. PAN TO ROOSTER ON THE TABLE.

DARY:  Now that's a real handsome cock, and well behaved to boot.

WAYNE: Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Ok, Dary. Dary, ok. Youwannaknowwhat? Here's the scoop and I'm gonna tell ya. I look at your cock and I think, well, I think: good for you buddy. Just like, good for you bud. Like I'm real proud of ya, Dary.

DAN: It's a mightys fines cocks, Dary. Yous gots every rights to be prouds.

KATY: Nothing wrong with a spirited cock, anyways.

DARY, bashful: Still reckon yours'll be the cock to beat down the Ag Festival, Wayne.

WAYNE: Oh it's a handsome cock all right.

KATY: A beautiful cock.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

DARY: Not to be pulling your own horn over there.

DAN: Oh yous shoulds nevers do thats. Leastwise nots ins mixed companies.

KATY: Says you.

WAYNE, abrupt: No hard feelings Dary. Regardless of who beats whose cock.

DARY: No hard feelings.

WAYNE holds his hand straight out for DARY to shake: Then may the man with the best cock win.

LETTERKENNY TITLE BUT THERE IS A ROOSTER INSTEAD OF A DOG.

ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF A FAIRGROUD.

EXTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING.

INTERIOR SHOT OF THE AG BUILDING. WAYNE, KATY, DARY, and SQUIRRELLY DAN are standing around a table with ROOSTERS in cages on it. The DYCKS and the HOCKEY PLAYERS are also there, standing further down the room.

GLEN enters with a clipboard, officiators badge: Wayne! How're you now?

WAYNE: Good'nyou?

GLEN: Oh, I'm just dripping with excitement to be judging all y'alls cocks. Especially yours Wayne.

WAYNE squints into the distance.

DAN: You're judgings the competitions?

GLEN: Indeed I am, Daniel. Although admittedly I misunderstood the nature of the event when I first volunteered to judge. But! I have plenty of experience judging cocks from my years on the family poultry farm. The cocks I raised as a youth...

WAYNE: Pitter patter.

GLEN: Well, fine. If you don't appreciate hearing about my cock judging credentials.

DARY, snickering: Pretty sure pert near everyone in town knows 'bout those.

GLEN: True but uncalled for, Daryl!

NOAH DYCK, joining the hicks: I for one think it is admirable that Preacher Glen has experience handling and judging cocks. And from his boyhood, once.

WAYNE: Noah.

NOAH: Wayne.

DARY: Mr. Dyck.

NOAH: Daryl.

DAN: Noahs Dycks.

NOAH: Daniel. A pity Lovina Dyck could not make it to the cock judging. I'm certain she would have had she known you were showing your cock. For is it not true, mine wife, that the love tree often bears fruit when a young man parades his cock before his sweetheart, once?

ANITA approaches: What nonsense are you speaking now, Noah?

NOAH: Simply that a Dyck chooses a lifemate in part by how well she-

KATY: Or he.

DAN: Ors theys.

NOAH: -raises a cock. Did not you impress me with your cock raising skills when first we were courting?

ANITA, blushing: You say too much, husband.

NOAH: And did not you help raise this cock which I am showing proudly this day, once? Why without mine Anita Dyck's loving and tender hand, this cock would be but small and limp and lifeless.

ANITA: Us Snatches have always had a way with cocks, as well you know.

NOAH: A good thing too. Us Dycks require a skilled hand with raising our cocks. Lovina will be delighted to know you've raised such a magnificent cock as are being shown here this day. Perhaps I shall send one of my young sons to go fetch her, once. So that she might see your cock.

DAN, hurriedly: Oh nos, I'm nots showings anybodys anythings. That's all Waynes and Darys.

GLEN: Daryl! I didn't realize you were showing your cock today too. Oh, this is so exciting! Me, in the middle of a Daryl/Wayne cock sandwich.

WAYNE growls.

GLEN: Although I don't know how I'm supposed to choose between the two of your cocks. I think it will take some lengthy deliberation.

KATY: This is already taking fucking forever, I'm going to go sit down.

DAN: I'll join yous, miss Katys.

KATY as they leave: Still not over Lovina Dyck, eh?

DAN: I don'ts knows that I'll evers stop thinkings abouts Lovinas Dycks, miss Katys. Ands that's a facts.

KATY and SQUIRRELLY DAN exit.

DARY (aside): Katy's right. This is taking fucking forever.

WAYNE to GLEN: I say again. Pitter. Patter.

GLEN whines.

WAYNE: If a man should be one thing, he should be efficient.

GLEN: Fine. Everyone here? Then lets get y'all registered. What's your cocks' names? I'm sure you've come up with some good ones.

WAYNE: Plenty of good names for cocks.

DARY: Oh, you can have a lot of fun naming cocks.

WAYNE: I'm surprised we're not naming cocks right now.

DARY: Could name one after the fictional prizefighter Cocky Balboa.

WAYNE: Or the legendary real life comedian Chris Cock.

DARY: There's always actor and former wrassler Dwayne the Cock Johnson.

GLEN: Ooh, that's a two-for-one special right there.

WAYNE: Or jazz musician John Cocktrain.

DARY: I like that one.

WAYNE: Not too obscure?

DARY: Nah, it's a gooder. Cultured - but not trying too hard.

GLEN: All right, all right. So what are your cocks' names?

DARY: Cock.

GLEN: Come again? And please note, I'm saying that in a completely different context to the one I usually use.

DARY: My cock's called cock. I din't name the damn thing. I know what it looks like.

WAYNE: Well I should hope so.

DARY: And I only got the one. Not liable to mix it up with someone else's cock.

GLEN: Ok. Fine, Dary. Ruin all my fun. TURNS TO WAYNE. What about you, Wayne? What's the big fella called?

WAYNE: Only nutsacks name their cocks.

RILEY breaking into the group around GLEN: We're all saying our cock's names, boys?

JONESY: Just naming silly cock over here, boys?

RILEY: Just christening silly amounts of cock over here, boys?

WAYNE: Again, only nutsacks name their cocks.

GLEN: Yes, boys. Everyone who's entering the cock judging needs to tell me their cock's name so I can make sure to call out the right name during the handling. It's just so embarrassing to call the cock in your hands by the wrong name...

RILEY: We've got a cock to register for judging, boys.

JONESY: Well, really it's Riley's cock we're entering. And it's a real beauty, buddy.

RILEY: Hey, buddy. It's as much your cock as mine. It is a real beauty though buddy.

JONESY: Just a real beauty of a cock here, boys.

RILEY: Half clapper top cheddar.

JONESY: Guaranteed W. Ferda!

RILEY: Ferda!

GLEN: Now boys, we're talking about roosters here, not actual cocks. Don't feel bad - I too was confused at first. So, while I'm sure Riley's cock is just delightful...

JONESY: It is. He's a registered beautician, buddy.

RILEY: Thanks buddy.

GLEN: Yes. But I just want to stress again – this is the animal we're talking about here.

RILEY: Yeah, boys. Cocks.

JONESY holds up a rooster in a cage: And this is our cock:

RILEY: Four time Stanley Cup winner.

JONESY: Four time Vezina Trophy winner.

RILEY: Hockey hall-of-famer.

JONESY: Goaltender extraordinaire.

RILEY: Terry Sawcock. Ferda!

JONESY: Ferda!

DARY (aside): Kinda surprised they have a whole cock between 'em.

WAYNE: Ain't surprised they share it though, fuck.

DARY: Same way they share a set of testicles. And maybe a tongue.

GLEN: Ooh, don't tempt me Daryl.

WAYNE (turns to RILEY and JONESY): Now where in the hell did yous two nutsacks get a cock from anyways? You better not've stolen it right out from under some poor unsuspecting farmer's nose.

RILEY: We bought it down at the feed store boys.

JONESY: Heard about people keeping chickens as pets boys.

RILEY: How they're so cute and cuddly. Plus free eggs boys.

JONESY: Need plenty of protein to keep up with the gains boys.

RILEY and JONESY flex. GLEN watches avidly. WAYNE is unimpressed.

RILEY: Accidentally bought a rooster though buddy.

JONESY (sadly): Can't get eggs from a rooster buddy.

RILEY: Still a good pet though buddy.

JONESY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us buddy.

RILEY: Yeah, just really loves to cuddle with us on the sofa buddy.

WAYNE: Shouldn't keep farm animals as pets. Fuck.

DARY: Farm animals belong on a farm. S'why they're called farm animals.

WAYNE: Like. You wouldn't let a sow into you're living room. And you wouldn't let a cow into your living room. So why the fuck are you cuddling up on the couch with a cock?

JONESY: Shouldn't knock it till you've tried it.

DARY: I'll knock you.

GLEN: Boys please. Lets not fight. Not when we're all gathered here today for such a noble purpose as comparing cocks.

ALL: Fine.

GLEN: All righty now, let's see. We've got Daryl's cock: cock. We've got Wayne's cock: only nutsacks name their cocks. Riley and Jonesy's collective cock: Terry Sawcock. What do you call your cock, Noah?

NOAH: While there are a great quantity of cocks at the Dyck farm, this is our most quality.

WAYNE: Quality Dyck if you will.

GLEN: Quality Dyck it is.

DARY: Sure 'nough.

WAYNE: Like you see that cock and you say, that's Quality Dyck all right. And no mistake.

GLEN: Mhm! And I know from Quality Dyck. Now, if that's everyone, we can get on with the judging...

MCMURRY barges in: Wait! (Approaching WAYNE) Wayne. How're'you'now? Good'n'you. Ohnotsobad. Okay! (Turns to the GROUP) I, McMurry, am entering my cock in this little competition. So all you sumbitches can make a hole.

GLEN: Well someone's all riled up! You can go ahead and enter your cock right here, McMurry. No need to shout.

DARY (angry): Yeah, no need to bust our balls.

WAYNE (placating): Go have a dart.

DARY (begrudgingly): Yeah, I'll have a dart.

WAYNE and DARY exit.

FADE TO BLACK.

ESTABLISHING SHOT OF THE AGRICULTURAL FESTIVAL.

ZOOM ON TWO COCK SHAKUR PLAYING FOR A CROWD IN FRONT OF THE AG BUILDING.

PAN OVER KATY AND DAN IN THE AUDIENCE.

ZOOM ON GLEN AS HE ENTERS THE STAGE AT THE FRONT OF THE CROWD.

GLEN: How'reyounow?

AUDIENCE: Good'n'you?

GAIL: All this cock talk's got me wetter than a lighthouse keeper's slicker in a Noreaster, I can tell you that much.

DAN: Gailer!

KATY: First Glen is here judging and now Gail's here.

GAIL approaches KATY and DAN.

DAN: Yeah, Gail. I didn'ts know you were so interesteds in the agriculturals.

GAIL: Less interested in the agriculturals than in seeing some. Good. Hand. Raised. Cock. Specially when I heard Wayne's entered in the cock judging.

DAN to KATY: She knows it's nots actual cocks, rights?

KATY to GAIL: More importantly, is Modean's actually closed?

DAN: Tells me it didn't burns down agains.

KATY: This town needs a fucking bar.

GAIL: Nah, Modean's 3 is still alive and kicking sure as this old goat. But when Glen told me he'd be judging cocks at the agricultural festival I figured the whole fucking town'd be here rather than down Modean's.

DAN: Nots a bad turnsout for Letterkenny's first evers ag festival.

KATY: A great fucking turnout.

GAIL: Plus, I get a chance to see Wayne's cock today – and that's worth a day's profits right there.

KATY: Gross.

GAIL: Not that I've actually lost a day's profits. Bonny's been making the rounds at the Ag festival and apparently, business. Is. Banging.

CUT TO BONNY WEAVING HER WAY THROUGH THE CROWD WITH A TRAY OF SHOT GLASSES AND BEER BOTTLES.

KATY and DAN whistfully, along with CROWD: Bonny McMurry?

GLEN (impatient): Can I have your attention please!

PAN BACK TO GLEN.

GLEN: The event we've all been waiting for – I know I have – the cock judging. Lets meet our contestants!

GLEN gestures to the stage like a game show host: First up is Wayne!

AUDIENCE applauds.

WAYNE enters with his rooster and stands stoically, hands in belt loops.

GLEN examining the rooster: An impressive cock. Sturdy. Well built. And a real big fella. Nearly eight pounds, and pure muscle. Wayne, I think you've got a real champion cock here.

WAYNE nods stoically.

GAIL: And that's not the only cock of his I hear is impressive.

GLEN: Oooh, tell me more.

WAYNE: Glen.

GAIL: That rooster's not the only cock almost eight somethings.

MCMURRY (from backstage): Wait, is that measured over or under the balls.

GAIL: And plenty of stamina to make it through those cold Canadian winter nights. If. You. Know. What. I. Mean.

GLEN: No, please continue in explicit detail.

WAYNE: Glen!

GLEN: Ok, fine. (Gestures WAYNE to move to the rear of the stage.) Moving along, next up is Dary!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN examining the rooster: Oh, you've got a feisty one here, Dary. Plenty of personality! A little smaller than Wayne's but still an excellent cock. And those freckles are just too cute!

DARY: Aw, thanks Glen.

GLEN: And I'd happily take a look at your other cock if you want, Daryl.

DARY: Thanks for the offer Glen, but like I said, I only got the one.

GLEN: Oh never mind.

GLEN waves DARY off the stage.

DARY moves to stand next to WAYNE.

GLEN: Here's our next contestant, Noah Dyck!

AUDIENCE applauds.

GLEN: Now this is something special, y'all. An excellent example of a Canadian heritage breed, known for being an excellent layer and quite robust as well. Yes, I think we can all agree that this is certainly Quality Dyck right here.

NOAH: Thank you Preacher Glen. Such comments mean much coming from such an experienced judge of cocks as yourself.

GLEN: Oh, Noah. You'll make me blush. (GLEN rapidly ushers NOAH to stand next to DARY and WAYNE)  Anywho, our next contestant is Riley and Jonesy!

AUDIENCE applauds with some confusion.

DAN: What, both of thems? Collectivelys?

KATY: It makes sense. They do everything else together.

DAN: Everythings?

GAIL: Ev. Ry. Thing.

DAN: Katy?

KATY: Can confirm.

DAN: Wow. Didn'ts needs to knows thats.

KATY: You did ask.

GAIL: It's not like we gave you a blow. By. Blow account. But if you really want to know...

GLEN: This cock's a little smaller than the ones we've seen previously. Not as much muscle – might want to exercise it a little more, boys. Just really put it through it's paces.

SHORESY: Yeah! Give your balls a tug titfuckers!

RILEY: Fuck you, Shoresy! Where's your cock, if you think you're so good!

SHORESY: Fuck you Riley! If you want to know about my cock, just ask your mom. She saw plenty of it last night. Rode me so hard reverse cowgirl style I thought she was going to snap it off.

JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

SHORESY: Don't worry, Jonesy. Your mom was there to kiss it all better.

RILEY and JONESY: Fuck you Shoresy!

GLEN: Well! All audience commentary aside, I think you've got a very shapely cock, Riley. And I think if you put in the time, worked hard and raised it properly, you could have a real champion cock on your hands.

RILEY: Thanks, boys!

JONESY: Yeah, thanks boys!

GLEN: You're welcome. Now go sit down so we can get to our next contestant!

RILEY and JONESY fistbump and move to join the others.

McMURRY pushes forward through the other contestants: Yes, I McMurry am here to have my cock judged in front of all of you. And I'm gonna win this cocksucking cock competition, just you watch.

MRS McMURRY: Knock 'em dead, baby. Love you.

McMURRY: Love you too baby.

GLEN (awkward): Well, this cock's a little on the small side...

KATY: And that's a little bit of an understatement.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: It's fucking tiny, McMurry. I've got a bigger cock hatched out an egg yesterday.

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #2: How'd you get a woman like Mrs. McMurry with a tiny cock like that?

JARED KEESO CHARACTER #1: You're a piece of shit, McMurry.

MRS McMURRY: Don't listen to him. Your cock's perfect, baby.

GLEN: Yes, well. They say it's not size that counts, but in this case – and a few others – that's just not true. Sorry, McMurry. You're out of the competition.

McMURRY: Goldangit all! (Exits STAGE mumbling profanities)

MRS McMURRY rushes after him.

GLEN: Now on to our last competitor! Modean Three's own Bonny McMurry!

AUDIENCE applauds.

DAN: I's hads no ideas she raised cocks.

KATY: I seem to remember her raising your cock pretty frequently there Dan.

DAN: I seems to remembers yous were plentys affected as well, Miss Katy.

KATY: What can I say? I like a woman with a championship cock.

GLEN: And what an excellent cock it is! A little on the slender side, but shapely! And what a lovely temperament. Outgoing without being pushy! Oh, it's just gorgeous!

WAYNE (aside to Dary): Now that's a lovely cock.

DARY: It's a beautiful cock for sure.

WAYNE: Oh it's a gorgeous cock.

GLEN: I think we have a winner folks! Let's hear it for Bonny McMurry's excellent cock!

FADE OUT TO AUDIENCE APPLAUSE AS BONNY McMURRY ACCEPTS A TROPHY.

SHOT OPENS ON THE PRODUCE STAND. WAYNE, DAN, AND DARY ARE SITTING IN THEIR USUAL SEATS WITH THEIR USUAL PUPPERS. KATYS CHAIR IS TAKEN BY WAYNE AND DARY'S ROOSTERS.

DAN: Recon Miss Katies is going to wants her seats back anytimes soons?

WAYNE: I imagine she's occupied for the evening.

DARY: Can't really blame her. I mean, who knew Bonny McMurry had such a championship cock?WAYNE: Hell, anybody'd want to go celebrate down MoDean's after a win like that. She's more than earned it, showing up all our cocks like that.

DARY: Still, there's no shame in coming second, good buddy.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE: I reckon you're right there, Dary. Andyouwannaknowwhat? Ain't no shame in coming third neither.

DAN: Especiallys nots against such stiffs competitions.

WAYNE stands and holds his hand out for DARY to shake: Congratulations Dary. That's a mighty fine cock you've got there.

DARY stands and shakes WAYNE's hand: Not as nice as yours, Wayne. Congratulations on the cock.

WAYNE and DARY sit.

WAYNE looks at where the roosters are sitting next to each other: Well, I'll give those hockey nutsacks this. They are cuddly little fuckers, aren't they?

DARY hawks a loogie in agreement.

WAYNE: Still not letting 'em in the fucking house though.

WAYNE, DARY, and DAN take a drink of PUPPERS.

CREDITS ROLL.

[arrogantsonofabiscuit]

hi I hope you're good. i have a request 💚 i have green hair rn Just like midorimas's hair and can you write midorima with a green hair s/o. (headcanons, fluff, scenario what you want sweety)

s/o features: green(same tone as midorima) hair, 5'4, 46 kgs, usually wears oversized clothes,, tshirts and hoodies, skateboarding, a quiet self conscious introvert person, loves reading books and drawing, Plays guitar but has not good voice for singing can you write before relationship, flirtting times, in a relationship

Did I write too many features? 😳 i'm in love with midorima but I don't know if he loves me. I wonder how it would be if he knew me. oh god i really want too much thing. i'm really so sorry if you dont wanna write its ok

if you wanna write already thank youuuuu sooooo much for writing ily <3

A/n:- Hey it’s completely fine! Green hair are so lovely <3. He’d definitely love you. Pls you are so sweet, I just know that he would fall for you hard! I hope you enjoy <3

Request are open

Midorima before and in relationship Hc’s

Featuring:- Midorima Shintaro

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Before relationship:-

Ever since you were little books were the only thing whose company you truly enjoyed. Books fairytales , prince princess were the things which made you happy. As you grew up you books were your friends too but apparently a talkative person found you interesting. Yes Takao.

Takao saw how talented you were with the guitar how beautiful your hair truly is and how sweet you are as a person. Whenever you were with Takao you felt safe and happy. After few months of knowing each other you guys became inseparable and were now best of friends.

He knew about your likes and dislikes . Takao decided to join the basketball club whereas you opted for the music club. Because of Takao and your friendship you met Midorima who had the same hair colour as you and he became very close to you and Takao.

You didn’t mind him as you and him had similar hobbies. What attracted you more was the fact that he trusted “Oha asa” and his lucky items. Takao knew that you also trusted “oha asa” but you never bought the “lucky items” Takao used to bicker back and forth about how funny Shin-chan’s lucky items were. Midorima would always say “ do not make fun of my lucky items. They are lucky for a reason” and you would agree with him.

You kinda liked that about him but when Takao used to tease him it would always be so fun to see his embarrassed and flushed face.

There was this one time where you had to stay late in your club room because of your club activities .Takao always used to walk with you to your house (we want a man like Takao🥺). You started to pack up your stuff and locked your club room and start walking towards the basketball club room.

It started to rain heavily you sprinted toward the clubroom, to see Midorima practicing his shoot whereas Takao was talking to him. You decided to eavesdrop their conversation.

“Do you think they like stuff like that?”

“Shin-chan I know y/n better than you and yes they love that.”

“I just hope they accept it and don’t decline it. Has anybody done that to them?”

“Shin-chan you are so nervous 😸. Don’t worry y/n would love any gifts if it’s from you.”

“Why?”

“It’s pretty obvious Shin-chan they like you too 😼”

“WHAT?”

Midorima.exe has stopped working as soon as you yelled at Takao.

“Huh, my job here is done. Bye bye 👋😽”

“Your job?” You were about to hit him that’s when you glanced at Midorima, he was a blushing mess. He couldn’t even say anything to Takao because he confessed for you and he was in shock.

“Midorima, you like me?”

“.....”

“If it’s a yes. Then would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“YES”

You giggle as Midorima blurts out a high pitched “yes”

That’s how it all started.

In the relationship

Once you guys got together it was just so pleasant, even though Midorima was a “tsundere” you  always made him fall for you more.

He was staying late in his clubroom as his match was around the corner and he wanted to  give his best. He texted you about it and you replied with a yes.

You were busy watching some tv but your mind kept on thinking how much time would he take to come back. After a while you eventually got bored of watching the series which made no sense to you whatever. Switching off the tv , you grab your phone from the coffee table.

You scroll through your phone so that the time would pass by and he’d be home. 

“Y/n?” , he keeps his duffel bag on the floor and removes his shoes and keeps it on the rack with no noise .You were fast asleep on the couch with your legs dangling off. He makes his way towards only to stop midway to observe you well. You were wearing his hoodie which reached your midthigh. You look so adorable to him that he had to process for a while on how to approach you without stuttering out some words.

“Shin? you are home!” you struggle to keep your eyes open and were about to fall off the couch, that’s when he grabbed you by your arms and bent down to place you properly on the couch.

“I missed you so much” you reply with sleep-laced tone and sit up on the couch to look at him.

“I am sorry love, i had to practice some more.” You stretch your arms out indicating that he has to place a kiss on your cheek (just a little ritual you had)

He kisses your cheek and looks around the room not making any eye contact since he was still not used to the small forms of affection.

After taking a quick shower and eating some food you guys make your way towards the bedroom to doze off.

You plop down on the bed , Midorima follows suit and places his glasses on the nightstand.

You snuggle close to his chest inhaling his fresh scent , he becomes stiff as he is still not used to this. You are so adorable he thought, but would he ever tell  you ? maybe?

The room was filled with soft snores coming from you and you clutch his shirt in your hand, so that he was closer to you. He was blushing , he strokes your hair and twirls it around his fingers.

Your hair is so vibrant he thought, one of the many physical features he liked about you was your hair and how healthy they were. And the amazing part was that they were the same color as his. He strokes your hair and falls asleep knowing that after his tiring day you would be there for him and he would be there for you.

[strategicundersee]

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS - a gadge drabble.

Nobody asked for this one, but i felt like i had to write something cute for them, in honor of valentine's day. hope you enjoy it!

summary: her father would never let her go out with a boy like gale hawthorne, not in this lifetime. so she did it in the dark, when he was already asleep and the streets were mostly empty. some would crucify her, but they never understood. gale made her happy in a way no one else ever could.

word count: 710

Her heels almost made her trip in the middle of the street - or was it her lack of attention? - but Gale was there to catch her.

Madge doesn't remember whose idea it was to dance, but they've been doing it since they left the Merchant Quarters. His arms were the warmest she'd ever been in, and he all but minded her soft humming.

It wasn't an actual song, just a random melody she played on her piano the morning before, something she invented when she thought of him.

Okay, maybe the dance had been her idea, after all.

- Don't you even think about taking those off. - He arched his eyebrows, his breath like a sweet whisper in her ear - The streets here have all kinds of shit in them, even glass. You're gonna hurt yourself.

- They're hurting me more. - She argued - Please? We're not far from your house!

- No shoes, no dancing. You should've thought about that before putting these on, Undersee.

She didn't choose them, and he knows. Her father did, for some stupid diplomatic duty she had to show up in. Why couldn't he leave her out of all those capitolite visits for good?

She loved to study about them, to hear him complaining about the districts problems and come up with a solution for them in her head, but what did it matter if she couldn't say a word out loud?

What did anything matter if she had to keep her relationship a secret from loved ones, for Gale's sake? Her father would never accept it.

- Okay, then we stop dancing. And you guide me to safety, soldier Hawthorne.

- Deal.

Then, and only then did he release her, his joyous laugh filling her ears. And the second her heels were off instead of pulling her closer like she thought Gale would, he picked her up.

- What the hell are you doing? - She giggled

- Guiding you to safety, just like you asked me to. - He smirked - You better hold those shoes really tight though, because it's gonna be a bit complicated for us to come back to get them if they fall.

- Deal.

She was right, they weren't far from the Hawthorne's. That dancing was probably what was slowing them down, because once it stopped, they got there in a matter of minutes.

Gale stopped in front of the door to put her down and get his keys, but picked her up again when they were in the living room kissing her on the lips right before.

- We're inside, you know - Madge smiled - You don't need to do that anymore, I'm not gonna step on anything.

- Do you want me to stop? - He asked, staring at her so tenderly that it seemed like she created the whole universe - Honestly? Cause the kids are probably still awake, and i don't wanna share you with anybody else.

Madge didn't even have time to say no, cause Gale's statement proved itself to be true: Posy Hawthorne was standing in the hallway, her curious little eyes widely open, as she didn't believe what she was seeing.

- Madgey! - She screamed excitedly, running towards the couch - You're back!

- Hey, little princess. - Madge opened her arms, for Posy to go into her embrace - How was your day today?

- Rory dropped Agape on the floor. He said he was sorry, but her hair is all dusty now. And Gale was taking too long to come back!

- Oh, that doesn't look like the greatest of days. - She sighed, petting the little girl's hair. She'd never tell a soul, but out of all Hawthorne siblings, Posy was probably her favorite - But Gale's here now, and we can brush Agape's hair together if you like.

- Really?

- Of course, darling. Why don't you go get her and the hairbrush?

- Okay! - And just like that, she ran to her room to get the doll, stopping midway to scream - I'm still mad at you for taking too long, G!

- You're not gonna say that once I'm hugging you when you come back! - He screamed back.

There, Madge thought, in that house filled with excited screams and loud jokes, in Gale's arms while he kissed her... Nothing else mattered. Not her dad, not the capitol, not the entire district.

She never felt happier.

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift. 

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you. 

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

   "Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running  through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling. 

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.” 

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

   "I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased. 

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company." 

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

   "I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

   "For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see. 

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both. 

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked  you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

   “I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

   "Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll  survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

   "I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

   "You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

   “Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

   “Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty. 

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat. 

   "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

Making the short walk back to his own tent,  his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself,  he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already  stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

   "Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

   "I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

    "I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

   "For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud, 

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents. 

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"