#if i was a little more insane it would possibly be me

[wynnd1]

I’m curious about the basis of the motion this is talking about. Bc Mirandization doesn’t affect seized physical evidence. It applies to statements made while in custody. So the items seized are not getting excluded under Miranda (reading of rights), so either 1) Mangione made an incriminating statement while at McDonalds speaking with officers or 2) the lack of reading of rights is being used as an indicator of some other search and seizure issue.

/not an attorney (yet), not your attorney, this is not legal advice, this is speculation based on education/

So I found an article with a little more info about the motion so I could rule some stuff out and get a better idea. I’m thinking this is going to be the second situation more than the first.

Ok, so based on this article I can probably rule out lack of jurisdiction; this is the Penn. case and presumably the officers had some jurisdictional authority or an agreement with the appropriate authority. (It’s possibly a jurisdictional issue, but not likely).

I’m thinking the issue the motion is probably about is whether or not the officers either had a warrant or if a warrant exception applies. Let’s assume no warrant because of the jurisdictional hurdles that might be involved, and the degree of knowledge that would be needed to even get a warrant.

The most applicable warrant exception for an invasive search is likely probable cause. There might be a Terry Stop argument, but I don’t think it really applies because they searched the bag, not the person (the argument is there, to be clear, I just am not a fan of trying to extend Terry Stops to include searches of bags especially in my jurisdiction; Terry stops are “stop and frisk” quasi-searches that require much less suspicion than probable cause). If a reasonable person with the officer’s knowledge would believe that the person they’re interacting with is engaged in a crime that would constitute an arrest-able offense, then officers may arrest that person and search them incident to that arrest.

So, the defense attorney is probably trying to use the lack of mirandization as evidence that Mangione was free to leave and was not arrested. There’s a major hiccup though that I can see: inevitable discovery. If the police would have inevitably discovered the evidence, independent of whether they searched or arrested first, then the evidence won’t be excluded. Just because the officers didn’t arrest when they could have doesn’t mean that the evidence is being excluded.

HOWEVER: the officers had to have probable cause to arrest BEFORE they searched the bag. It doesn’t need to be probable cause for a felony, just any arrest-able offense. If there’s an arrest-able offense before the search (unrelated to whether the offense was charged), then the fruits of the search will most likely not be excluded. But if there wasn’t one before the search, then it could be. And no, officers don’t need to articulate their probable cause, and even if they articulate it and are wrong about their justification, that doesn’t invalidate the search if the State argues on a correct justification. Yes it’s weird. But that’s how the law usually is.

There’s other warrant exceptions that’ll be argued, like consent. That’ll be a big one too. Officers sometimes word things like “you don’t mind if I check your bag do you?” If you say “no”/shake your head that could be taken as “no, I don’t mind”, if you say “yes”/nod that could be taken as “yes, you can search my bag”, if you say nothing at all, that might be taken as consent bc it was a question you could have answered but never did. Yes I’m aware how insane that sounds. Yes that is sometimes how the law works. I didn’t write or determine the law, don’t get mad at me. Depends on the court and the judge and what cases the attorneys on each side find for that jurisdiction.

There’s a ton of other exceptions, but if I had to wager I would think those two would be the top ways that the State keeps the evidence in: 1) probable cause search incident to arrest (with an inevitable discovery exception) or 2) consent search. I could be wrong, the State could use a much different exception, but those are the two that come to mind.

Point is: it’s extremely hard to get evidence excluded. It’s possible, but it’s not easy.

MANIFESTING

[iamthatonefangirl]

eavesdropping - fatws bucky barnes

guys forgive me for my absolute shitty taste in music! a lot of songs are mentioned in this one, i list them out at the end

not explicit but a lot of nsfw/sex jokes and references made

this is so fucking self indulgent wtf...

~~~

bucky never meant to eavesdrop, no. it wasn't in his nature; but with the enhanced hearing, he couldn't really help but hear you singing along to the music you played in your room. even if he was two stories below.

he couldn't make out any intelligible words, and he knew you were probably just relaxing, having a good time to yourself. it made him happy to see you happy.

he wanted to make you happy.

no, barnes, she's not yours.

he shoves down his feelings as he slowly walks up the two stories to your floor, your voice slowly getting louder as he approached.

god, you were a horrible singer. it make him crack just the tiniest smile, because of course he would never smile--

he knew he shouldn't be creeping up to your room like a fucking stalker, but he just wanted to listen in. just a little. he couldn't possibly have prepared himself for the lyrics you were singing, though.

"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on..."

his eyes widen. what the fuck were you listening to?

he stands there dumbfounded for a minute. the song continues.

"she can ride on top your face, while I fuck you straight..."

he bolts before he can hear any more. he's got enough nasty thoughts of you in his head, and knowing that you're listening to this kind of shit, singing the lyrics like you've heard it a hundred times before?

well, if it makes him insanely just a little turned on, he would never admit it.

~~~

he has a hard time looking you in the eye for the next two weeks as he thinks about those dirty words every time he sees you. you don't pay it any mind, continuing to flash him your gorgeous, blinding smile every time you see him.

one day as he walks past you down the hallway, you give him that quintessential smile he loves to see. he manages to make out the lyrics to the music playing in your earbuds.

"rip off my shirt if you love me. spit in my face when you fuck me..."

he stops in his tracks, turning around to look at you casually walking down the hall as if you're not listening to the nastiest shit ever??

you're not even fazed by it. you're acting completely normal about it too. it makes him wonder... is it just your music? or do you have your own thoughts like these, nobody suspecting a thing?

he has to run to his room before anyone can see the bulge in his pants.

~~~

next time he hears you listening to music, it's in your room again. you're singing along, again. he knows it's wrong of him to keep listening in, but he can't help himself at this point.

he stands outside your shut bedroom door, listening for what he only plans to be a minute.

"do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? you can ride my face until you're drippin cum."

he listens to another few minutes of this nasty, disgusting song that makes him so hard confused before he knocks, unable to stop himself.

he hears the music pause from inside the room when you open the door to him, looking as innocent as ever.

"hi bucky, what's up?" you ask him. are you really just that oblivious to the words you were just singing? he feels like his face is on fire.

"what on earth are you listening to?" he blurts out, unable to come up with better words.

"the weeknd." you tell him.

"what's that?" he asks, confused. he listens when you tell him it's your favorite artist. holy shit, your favorite artist? this egregious song? what on earth...

"the lyrics are quite..." he begins.

"misogynistic? i know. but it's hot."

your words hit him like a fucking truck. the way you say it so casually, as though they have no meaning. you think this is hot? fuck, he has to run before he busts in his pants--

"right. sorry for eavesdropping," he says and bolts.

you laugh a little to yourself, knowing that the blatancy of the lyrics are probably shocking to him given the modest era he's from. you know you probably just scared the absolute shit out of him with how calm you are about it.

you shut the door and turn the music on quieter this time.

~~~

every time he sees you, all he can imagine is you and that goddamn lyric playing out in his head like a fucking porno, imagining you riding his face until you pass out from how good he would make it for you--

it was wrong of him to imagine you like that. he needed to get his shit together and keep it in his pants.

you, on the other hand? you debate back and forth between messing with him some more or turning the music down in case it makes him uncomfortable.

you know the right thing to do is to turn the music down and listen to it on low in your headphones.

but god, the way he was so fucking nervous about it when he knocked on your door... you craved to see the ruthless former winter soldier all tongue-tied over it. his calm and collected demeanor? you wanted it to crack.

maybe that was selfish of you, to want to break him. but something about it made you so turned on.

so you keep playing your music, knowing he'll hear it one way or another.

~~~

you're blaring your music as loud as possible in your room when you decide to go grab a bottle of water from downstairs. you open the door and turn into the hallway when you see him.

he's standing there, deer in headlights as you make eye contact with him. you hold back your smirk as he knows he's been caught.

from behind you, door wide open and music on blast to hear clear as day, the lyrics play out:

"fuck me all night, show me who you are, pornsta-a-a-a-ar"

he pushes himself off the wall and stands up straight as he tries to come up with a good explanation.

"you know, if you wanted to know what i was listening to, all you had to do was ask." you tease at him.

"yeah, sorry, i just-" he cuts himself off, knowing he has nothing to say.

suddenly, a song begins playing that you forgot you had in your queue. you could stand to let him hear anything, but something about this one makes you feel flustered. you run back into your room to grab your phone, trying to pause it.

he catches the scared look in your eye when the song begins, and he follows you into the room. he grabs the phone out of your hand before you can pause it, and he looks down at the screen, displaying the lyrics as they play aloud.

"this heat is gettin' to me, I want you all over me, baby you get me so... so soaked,"

you try to grab the phone away from him but he just chuckles and pulls back, reading the lyrics and listening carefully.

"what is it about this song that you don't want me to hear, doll? hmm? all the other ones were okay, but not this one?"

doll?

you roll your eyes at him and try to play it off.

"it's just a song." you tell him.

he knows he's pushing his luck, but suddenly, the roles here are reversed. he's finally not the one flustered over your music, this time, it's you.

he can't let such an opportunity go to waste.

"just a song? quite a reaction you had to it," he pushes.

you shrug.

he presses something on the screen and the song starts over again. you breathe out in frustration.

"alright, you've had your fun. now give me my phone back," you say, extending your hand in his direction for him to return it.

instead, he sits on the edge of your bed and begins to scroll through the lyrics, reading them more closely.

"bucky," you say loudly. "phone!"

"the lyrics on this one hit a little too close to home, doll?"

that sends you into a fucking spiral. he cannot know how fucking soaked you get just looking at his stupid, pretty, fuckable face--

you go for the phone, climbing onto his lap without thinking, trying to grab it back from him. he laughs all the while, holding it out of your reach.

you both end up falling backwards, you now on top of him as you finally retrieve your phone from him. you sit back on your haunches, inspecting your precious phone as though it's your baby.

it's only after you've paused the music and look up from your screen that you realize the position you're in.

you're fucking straddling him, as he currently lays in your bed. his hands somehow made their way to your hips when you weren't paying attention.

you try to move when you feel his hands dig into your hips deeper, holding you in place.

"bucky, what are you..."

"tell me to stop and i will." he says, his voice sounding so uninhibited compared to his usual self.

you stare at him, not saying anything, not moving.

he repeats his words once more.

"don't." you whisper. "don't stop."

he almost looks surprised, as though he didn't expect you to say that. he sits up, hands holding you tight as he brings himself closer to you. his chest gently collides with yours, his nose bumping against your own.

"you want me, doll?" he says ever so quietly.

"yeah," you breathe out, feeling like everything you've ever dreamt of is about to come true. your thoughts collect themselves for a minute, enough to bring your rational thoughts to mind.

"i don't... i don't just want sex, bucky," you tell him quietly. "if that's all you're looking for."

you feel more vulnerable than ever, laying out your feelings for him, everything on the line.

"yeah, doll? you like me?" he smirks.

your face heats. "maybe a little."

he loses the smug look on his face to genuinely smile at you, still right up close to your face.

"those goddamn songs of yours have been driving me crazy, you know that?" he chuckles.

you laugh a little in response.

"i know. the look on your face every time... priceless."

you feel so good just sitting in his lap, being up close, getting to laugh with him.

after a moment, he leans in and kisses you for the first time. he truly is everything you've ever dreamed of.

"got a lot of ideas to try out from those wretched songs of yours..."

~~~

here are the songs in order:

lost in the fire

slut me out

or nah

p*rnstar

soaked

honorable mentions that i wanted to include in here but didn't:

acquainted

often

~~~

masterlist

[darlingstarkey]

think later - pt 20

series masterlist

summary - y/n, formerly a pogue princess, finally had her big breakthrough and got signed to a record label in LA. little did she, her boyfriend rafe cameron and the rest of her friends know how things would really change as soon as she becomes famous.

anything in dark mode is rafe's phone!

authors note: i really enjoyed writing/doing this part and getting back into the swing of writing this fic!! a few of my old readers are inactive and it makes me so sad to see my bbys gone but thank you to the new readers who are reading now! lowkey a three week break is insane of me lol

warnings: swearing, anger, fighting, stealing, long word fic!

-

with that text from topper, rafe stood from the couch and grabbed the keys to his ferrari. all he saw was red in this moment, what the fuck could jj possibly do to try to get you? he gave his truce to this crush he had on you when rafe had texted him about you. what the fuck could he possibly want? would he be able to get you? thousands of questions ran through rafes head as he practically ran to his car and got into it as quickly as possible.

the engine roar echoed throughout the neighborhood along with the sound of tires screeching, signaling rafe's departure.

white knuckling the wheel, going a steady 65 mph in a 25 mph, rafe sped past the neighborhood in mere seconds. he sped through the bridge that connected figure eight and the cut, almost nauseous at the thought of being here. sure, he had been down this road multiple times back when he would pick you up or bring you flowers. but this time, it was different.

this time it was to track down that pogue boy who always preyed over you. who always took your kindness and in his mind would twist it into something more. but of course, you being you, you let him do it because you simply didn't know he felt that way. but there was no way to know, the only person who did know was jj himself and rafe.

he always had.

rafe was close enough to see jj's stolen glances at your perfect lips, the soft grazes of the back of your arm, how he would hold onto your hand just a second too long when you did your handshake that was made up by the 5 year old versions of yourselves, the way jj made you laugh so hard you snorted, your inside jokes, your secret code words and signals, the way you two could just make eye contact and just know what the other was thinking.

rafe knew he couldn't compare to that.

"no. no. no.no. no. no." you yelped as you scurried between the two boys. rafe has already had his hand planted on jj's shoulder, a dark look in his eye as he stared at the pogue boy while gripping his boney shoulder sharply.

"guys. get away from eachother. now." you demanded as the boys continued their feral eye-contact. the silence is deafening as they stood, still as statues, while you try to break them apart.

"y/n, step away." rafe said between gritted teeth. "no!" you shot back,heat racing. . "leave eachother alone. god, what is with you two lately? can you just fucking stop for once and listen to me?"

for the first time, they both blinked. simultaneously, they looked down at you as you fumbled for your phone, which would not stop buzzing in your pocket.

"i-i- have to go.." your voice wavered you look up at the two boys, only to quickly turn and jolt instinctively back to your car.

rafe and jj could have sworn that you disappeared into thin air. they had never seen anything like it. they had seen your face turn white, immediately squeak words of utter nonsense, then bolt away.

confused and also terrified, the two boys were left standing there, a truce in their war for your devotion.

-

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xo, dylan

[tkdbimagines]

Hey so... Me Again lol (which one? You'll never know). I had to come back to your inbox since I enjoy reading your stuff A LOT! and I had a thought. Cockwarming... Who enjoys it, who can stay like this for hours, who can't and instead ends in boomshakala with, ect? Or just with one ghoul of your choice as a little os. Go wild. Go creative. I just love your stuff

A/N: alright yeah i can work with this, lets see what we got here

Cockwarming Headcanons

Stays For Hours

Jin: I'm a lil torn here actually but I think he'd definitely use it as some sort of punishment at the very least, and if that's the case he's got all the patience in the world. He'll probably snap at some point but he's making damn sure you do first and he'll still make you wait after.

Tohma: Probably the best at it honestly, he's nothing if not a patient man AND he likes annoying you and causing you problems. He just likes seeing your frustrated face and lil sounds and it just makes him want to make you wait even longer :c.

Alan: He's got better patience than I think even he will give himself credit for, honestly. Though, I think he's mostly in it for the intimacy's aspect, not the sexual one. He just likes how close you feel because of it. That being said, if you start squirming around and teasing him, I cannot guarantee your safety.

Sho: Oh he's a bastard sometimes, he'll do it just to tease you. This is a source of amusement for him, he thinks its hilarious seeing how worked up you're getting just by him being inside you. Don't think whining or complaining will help it just finds it even better. He'll give in at some point, but it'll be a while.

Ren: Honestly put a game in front of him he might even forget he's inside you to begin with. It's probably some sort of cute bonding activity except for the you know. cockwarming aspect but it's fine. However he is one you can easily goad into fucking you if you move around a bit so have fun!

Ritsu: I feel like he'd just check out and start thinking about the cases he's working on JHGHJKJHJK. Like he's a lil insane like that but it helps keep him calm and patient which is good because otherwise you might be driving him insane, it's so fine. Probably another one you can goad by moving around just not as easily.

Subaru: Sweet sweet boy just likes feeling close to you, this is definitely 1000% just for the intimacy aspect he's not trying to tease you or anything he just likes feeling you :c. That being said he will never deny you anything so if you want him to do something he will but if not he's perfectly content staying like this for as long as possible!

Haku: Kinda similar to Tohma and Sho here, he's definitely doing this because he likes teasing you KJHGHJKLKJHG. He'd be the type to whisper filthy shit in your ear too while running his hands across your body to really rile you up while he was at it. He's a lil insane sorry to say but don't worry even he has his limits KJHGHJKJH.

Ed: This annoying ass vampire pretends he's too old to move. You know he's not, he knows you know he's not, but he's just like this he's irritating. That being said he'll also hold you in place so you can't move, wrapping his arms around you because 'you feel so nice he doesn't want to let go'. He will not let you win and is probably the one most likely to go literal hours godspeed.

Rui: I'm a lil torn on him too because I'm not sure how much he's really doing this to begin with, but I think he could if you wanted him to. Living with Ed gives you a lot of patience after all but the second you want more he's all for it so he's really just going by whatever you want.

Jiro: I mean, are we really surprised by this? He's so chill about everything so naturally he'd probably have an insane about of patience regarding this as well. And if he gets to enjoy seeing you squirm and let out little noises because of him, well, that's just a bonus c:.

Gives In

Luca: I think he would give it an honest try. I think like Rui he wants to do whatever it is you want him to, and if it's cockwarming, well he might not quite get it but anything for you! However, the feeling of you wrapped around him is so... He apologizes but quickly asks if he can move pretty soon after, though he does last a little bit at least!

Kaito: Alright we all knew he was going here, I'm not sure he'd last even a minute before having to move. He'd want to give it a genuine try, he would, but well. You probably both knew how this was gonna end when you asked him it's fine. It's worth it in the end anyway you both get to enjoy it <3.

Leo: Okay much like Sho, he's a bastard, even more so actually. However, he also doesn't have a lot of patience. So what I think he does, is he talks big, acting like he's not gonna move for hours or that he'll edge you for just as long, but in reality he does just enough to drive you insane so that you'll beg for him to move and it'll look more like he's giving you what you want rather than him giving in.

Haru: Don't do this to him, he's already stressed out as it is. Plus, he's got so much energy I don't think he could sit still long enough for it if he tried. If you do try to do this expect him to try to work you up even more, to convince him to let him move that way he can make both of you feel good :c.

Towa: I don't think this is Towa's thing honestly. Maybe as a more relaxing thing than anything else but I don't think he gets anything out of it. He much rather prefers moving inside you or maybe you moving on him, the specifics don't really matter much just anything other than staying still.

Romeo: Ha. Another one to talk big only this time he actually tries to follow through but can't. It's not his fault you feel so good clenching around him! He'll blame you for him not being about to last without moving, thrusting into you roughly while complaining about how insane you drive him.

Zenji: I think he's like Kaito, he'd want to try it for your sake but in reality, he just can't do it. He'd apologize like a thousand times for not being able to give you what you want but well, it's not like you're mad at this outcome either. He'll more than make up for it with multiple rounds as well so ! Alls well that ends well.

Lyca: Oh, poor boy does not get what the appeal is. He'll tell you straight up too when you ask him, he does not see what's so great about it. Once he tries it he gets it even less, why would he torture himself like this when you feel so good and he could be moving right now to make you feel good too? Yeah the frustration takes over on this one but it's so fine.

Yuri: Romeo part two, he talks so big and acts so tough but like. He's giving in we all know he's giving in. Once again he's very frustrated with not being able to live up to what he was saying, but well. Now you get to make up for it since you've wasted his time he could've spent researching for this nonsense. Either way do you really lose?

Weird Taiga Category

Taiga: It largely depends on how Taiga's feeling at that exact moment. Sometimes he won't bother with it at all and just starts thrusting rapidly the second he's inside you. Other times, he's got you close to tears before he even so much as moves a single inch, laughing at how pathetic you sound. You really do never know what you're gonna get with him which is why he had to be in his own category.

[writeriguess]

hiii may I request katsuki x reader where he has to go to a work trip overseas and reader stays home, where she finds out she’s pregnant (or it could be the other way around, we stan prohero reader) 🥹 ofc when he comes back she has the news prepared, please tooth rooting fluff 🫶🫶

Future Little Explosive

Katsuki Bakugo had been gone for just over a week on an overseas work trip, and it was already driving you insane. He called every night, making sure you were eating properly, locking up before bed, and not overworking yourself. He was as gruff as ever, muttering complaints about jet lag and how annoying his colleagues were, but you could hear the longing behind every word. He missed you. And there was something you hadn’t told him yet—something that made every call feel heavier with a secret.

You were pregnant.

The realization had hit you two days after he left, when your body felt off in a way that couldn’t be ignored. The nausea, the exhaustion, the unusual cravings—it all clicked together. A few tests later, and there it was: two solid pink lines staring right back at you. You had spent the following days in a mix of shock, excitement, and pure anticipation, thinking of how to tell Katsuki the life-changing news. You could already imagine his reaction—equal parts disbelief and sheer pride.

You had started picking at your meals more, wondering if you should change your diet already. You found yourself resting your hands over your stomach absentmindedly, marveling at the fact that a tiny life was growing inside you. The thought made you emotional at odd moments, and you cursed your hormones when you teared up over something as simple as dropping a spoon. More than anything, though, you wished Katsuki was home to experience this with you.

By the time he was due to return home, you had everything planned. You wanted it to be perfect—something that would catch him off guard in the best way possible. You decorated the living room subtly, nothing too flashy because you knew your husband would immediately be suspicious if he walked into something too extravagant. Instead, you placed a small, neatly wrapped box on the kitchen counter with a onesie inside that read: Future Little Explosive.

When the front door finally swung open, you practically ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he grunted in surprise, his strong arms instantly securing you against him. He smelled like the airport and faintly of smoke, but to you, it was the most comforting scent in the world.

“Missed me that much, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was a tenderness behind it that only you ever got to hear.

“You have no idea,” you murmured, breathing in his scent. It had been too long without him.

He kissed your forehead before stepping back, scanning you up and down with narrowed eyes. “You look different.”

Your heart jumped, but you played it cool. “Long week.”

As he dropped his bags by the door and toed off his boots, you grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the kitchen. “C’mere, I got you something.”

He raised an eyebrow but followed without protest, his sharp crimson eyes flicking to the small box on the counter. “What’s this?”

“Open it and see.”

With a skeptical huff, he tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid. His brows furrowed at first as he pulled out the tiny onesie, turning it over in his hands. The room was silent for a moment, and you watched as realization dawned on his face.

His grip on the fabric tightened slightly, eyes flicking up to meet yours, wide and searching. “Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded, tears already pricking at your eyes. “Yeah, Katsuki. We’re having a baby.”

For a second, he just stared, his jaw clenching like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. His fingers trembled slightly around the fabric, his breath shaky. And then, with no warning, he surged forward, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was all passion, relief, and overwhelming love.

“Holy shit,” he breathed against your lips, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re serious?”

You let out a watery laugh, nodding. “Dead serious.”

A rare, unguarded smile broke across his face, something so raw and full of emotion that it made your heart swell. His hands, which had always been rough and calloused from years of hero work, were gentle as they moved to rest on your stomach. His touch was hesitant at first, like he couldn’t believe it was real. Then, he pressed his palm fully against you, his warmth seeping through your clothes.

“We’re gonna have a little brat running around, huh?” His voice was softer now, almost in awe.

You placed your hands over his. “Yeah, we are.”

He exhaled sharply, then let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Shit, I’m gonna be a dad.”

“Yeah, you are.”

For once, he seemed lost for words. His usual cocky attitude had melted away into something far more vulnerable, and it made you love him even more. He pulled you in again, holding you like he never wanted to let go. And in that moment, you knew—this was the beginning of something incredible.

[aliwritex]

DO I WANNA KNOW? pt2 fc43

summary: franco realizes he wants more.

wc: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, pinv, oral, fingering and everything, L word obv. i did not read this through very well

Franco was acting different, you knew that, all your friends knew too. The thing was that they knew why but wouldn’t tell you. You tried making your friend talk multiple times but she would budge, you were starting to think it was something bad. Maybe he wanted to end your little arrangement and didn’t know how to, maybe you had done something wrong or maybe he just wasn’t into you anymore.

You started to keep your distance, you didn’t want him to be forced to hang out with you and maybe if you eased out of your situationship then there wouldn’t have to be an actual conversation or ‘breakup’.

And as far as situationships go, you were driving each other insane. All your friends were watching closely, it was funny really. You both thought they didn’t know about you but they had found out the same night when you ended up sleeping in the guest room before he snuck out in the morning. The – not so – subtle questions you’d ask only gave them more insight of what you two had going on. Questions like “Is she seeing someone?” or “do you think he’s been acting weird?” were being thrown and discussed in a group chat without you two.

On one side Franco had just started to feel confident enough in your relationship to confess, tell you that he wanted more. But it was making him nervous. On the other side, you were completely misreading his nervousness as something else, like he wasn’t enjoying being with you. In your defense he had gone soft on you twice because of his overthinking.

“I know we talked about you coming over tomorrow but turns out I have plans” you lied as he came back from the bathroom.

“Oh? Okay.” he tried to understand but didn’t miss the weird way you brought it up “Can I still sleep over, though? Don’t wanna drive back home. Tired”

Franco left the next morning and you didn’t talk that weekend or the week after that. And the next time the group got together you said you couldn’t make it, you would be studying for a test – which was true – but that night Franco took the opportunity to talk to your friend.

“Tina, do you think she has been acting different lately?”

“Oh, god, you will drive each other insane.” she said, taking a sip of her drink “We know you’ve got something going on so please just tell me so I can help”

So there he was, sitting in a booth in the club boring Tina to death as he told her everything he deemed important about your relationship.

“Look,” she spoke when he finished, “from what I’ve gathered, she thinks you’re not into her anymore and to be fair I’m guessing you’re the guy that went soft on her twice.”

“She told you? I was- I don’t have to explain myself to you” he realized.

“Didn’t ask you to. Franco, the point is, I think she’s really into you and you should do something about it because she’s trying to push you away”

“How could she possibly think I’m not into her? I’ve been throwing myself at her for over a year!” he was genuinely surprised and couldn’t understand how you came to that conclusion.

“Then maybe keep doing it, okay? She says you’ve been acting different, I get it that you’re nervous about telling her but you can’t let that affect your performance, darling, apparently that’s all your relationship is based on”

“I hate you. Why would she tell you that?” he whined “She won’t really talk to me, she’s making excuses and avoiding my texts.” his explanation comes out as a sigh.

“Bother her a little more, show up to her house, she’ll give in eventually.” she shrugged, getting up from her seat.

Franco left the club earlier that night and texted you before getting in his car. “you still awake?”

You rolled your eyes at the text, yes you were still awake at one in the morning, but it was because you were busy. “i’m studying franco” “not a good time.”

He only read your text, didn’t say anything else because he was driving. Driving to your place but not without a quick stop to a 24 hour grocery store. He knew that if you had been deep into your studies to be up that late you deserved some good snacks and just as he was leaving he saw some mediocre flowers, they would have to do, so he picked a small colorful bouquet – he didn’t know your favorite color but it was surely amongst them.

He didn’t text or call cause you would tell him no, so he just showed up at your door and knocked. You knew immediately it was him.

“Fran, I said I’m bu-“ your mouth stopped moving when you saw him with a grocery bag and the flowers in his hand. Franco froze, he forgot to think of what to say. “I told you I was busy”

After a couple of seconds – that felt way too long for him – staring at you he finally spoke, “I thought you might be needing some rewards, for studying so hard” he lifted up the bag, showing it to you.

You stood in front of him, your head rested against the door, watching him smile a little when he realized you were wearing his shirt. “Hope you don’t mind”

“No, never. Guess if I forgot it wasn’t that important in the first place.” he paused for a second, still looking at you “I got you these” he lifted the flowers “figured the ones you had last time I was here would be dead by now. I realized I don’t know your favorite color, or what flowers you like, think I was too busy looking at something else other than your flowers. I guessed you had to like at least one flower or one color from this one.”

“Fran, what is this about?”

“I wante- Can I come in?” he asked nervously.

You moved out of the doorway to let him through, smiling to yourself as you realized you were completely wrong. He put the things down on the table by your door as you locked it and when you turned back your arms wrapped around his neck, as you kissed.

His hands came down to your waist and he was slightly surprised at your sudden action, but melted into the kiss. “Missed me?”

“A little” you confessed, pulling away from him and walking to your bedroom.

You heard him follow right behind you, reaching for your hand when you walked in. Your lips met again but this time his hands guide your legs and guide them to wrap around his hips as he walks to the bed. He placed you where he wanted, right in the middle with your back against the pillows, your legs naturally spreading for him to settle between. He knelt up for a second, grabbing the stuffed animals around you and throwing them on the floor. You rolled your eyes.

“You know I don’t like them here”

He smiled and bent down to kiss you. His hands sneaked up your hips to your waist, under your shirt. Yours ran around his neck, nails against the sensitive skin, knowing it would turn him on. His lips lowered to your jaw, making you let out a sigh, relaxing all your muscles after being tense in a desk all day. He let his hips meet yours, grinding slightly against yours as his mouth started working on your neck, sucking and kissing all the spots he knew. His hands then lowered to the band of your shorts and tugged them down till he had to pull away from you to slip them off your legs.

“You look good in my clothes, should leave them around here more often” he smiled, making you blush as he positioned himself between your legs, laying on your bed.

Your hand reached out to caress his cheek, he smiled against the skin of your thigh before kissing it. He started leaving open mouthed kisses all over, your thighs, your lower stomach and over your panties, making you shiver when you felt his lips brushing against your cunt, only your thin underwear separating you. But not for long, once he felt like he had teased you enough his fingers hooked on the sides of your panties and slowly dragged them down, then he was facing your bare cunt, wet and ready for him.

Franco licked his lips at the sight before sticking his tongue out to spread your lips apart. He moaned when your taste hit his tongue, he had missed it. Once he started he was unstoppable, licking into you till his tongue and lips were covered in your wetness. Your hands dropped to grab his head when he took your clit into his mouth. His fingers joined the combo, slowly making their way inside you before gently curling up, he was making a mess out of you. Moans started leaving your mouth as he worked on you. His free hand made its way inside your shirt, reaching up to palm your tit. Your back arched onto his touch immediately, making your hips shift slightly and his fingers reach the perfect spot inside you.

“Fran” you whined, grasping his hair harder.

He just fucked his fingers harder into you, making you see stars and clench around them, By that point he knew you were close, just a couple more thrusts right to your gspot and you’d be gone. You felt your walls tightening as he started sucking harder on your clit, your muscles tensing and your legs trying to close around his head till he pushed you over the edge, making you cum around his fingers. Franco kept working you through your orgasm, his movements slowing till they came to a stop. You were biting a smile back as he kissed your thighs and your stomach, making his way up your body.

Your lips met again in an intense kiss, as you reached down to unbutton his jeans. He chuckled against your lips at your desperateness but helped you kick them off and knelt up for a second just to pull off his shirt. When he bent over your body again you flipped over him, straddling his legs as he looked up at you, surprised. You took his lips back to yours, kissing down his face to his neck as your hand reached down to rub his cock through his underwear. As small as the touch was it made him sigh, almost moan.

“Guess you missed me too” you teased before pulling him out of his underwear.

It was only a few pumps of your hand before raspy and shaky moans were making their way past his lips, “please” he whined.

You took a condom from your nightstand, making quick work of getting it on him. His lips were parted and his brows were just as expressive as always, furrowed together as you guided his cock between your lips, sliding yourself back and forth onto him just to tease. A struggling moan left his lips as his hands dropped to your hips, lifting you up so you could guide him inside. You lost all composure when he slipped into you, it felt like those couple of days without him had been so much more and like he was fucking you for the first time again.

His hands started guiding your hips slowly, letting you both get used to the feeling as you pulled him into another kiss. Your hands rested on his chest as you started moving faster, your hips now moving in circles, making your clit rub against his skin. He could feel your thighs flexing under his hands as you moved but what he couldn’t take his eyes off of was your face when you pulled away. Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, soft moans still escaping your throat, your eyes were screwed shut and your brows furrowed as you concentrated on making yourself feel good.

All it took for your high to wash over you was the gentle touch of his fingers to your clit and you were coming for him, clenching around his cock as your hips stilled on top of his. He waited a second before guiding you to move again. You knew he was close too, his body was giving you all the signs and his face was twisted in pleasure, just a little more and he would be there. You reached out for his face, making his eyes open after you kissed. Franco stared into your eyes for a second, eyes open as he came. He kissed your thumb that brushed his lip and spoke in a soft whisper “I’m in love with you”

You smiled, bending over to kiss him “I figured,” you said with a chuckle. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and pulled you down to kiss him, both breaking into smiles as your lips met, “and I’m in love with you too”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer till you were rolling on your sides, still connected and kissing. Franco only pulled out when you groaned into his mouth but he couldn’t bring himself to unwrap his arms around you.

“I bought ice cream, you know” he whispered after a while “do you think it’s melted yet?”

“I think you should go find out” you whispered back “you were the one that said I needed a reward for studying so hard.” he scoffed and nodded on your shoulder but when he tried to pull away you held him back “No, stay. I don’t mind melted ice cream, I actually like it better.”

[multific]

A Love Awakened

Modern!AU

Count Orlok x Reader

Summary: In the modern world, he was an echo. But with you, he was a promise. Love awakened. Love eternal.

The night was still, heavy with the scent of autumn leaves and the faint hum of the city beyond your window. 

You sat curled on your couch, the only company a half-finished bottle of wine and the ache of solitude. The room was filled with shadows, lit only by the flicker of your laptop screen, and the work emails were long abandoned.

A sigh broke from your lips, a sound of longing and something deeper, an ache that no company had ever helped. 

The wine, warm and heady in your veins, loosened the lock on your heart.

"I just… I just want someone to love me," you whispered, voice cracking under the weight of loneliness. "Someone-anyone. Even if it’s… a monster."

The wind shifted outside and sent a whisper through the trees. 

You felt the chill of something unseen but said nothing more, your body sinking into sleep.

The dream was vivid, too vivid. 

A castle, ancient and covered in mist before you. 

From the shadows stepped a figure, tall, lean, and cloaked in the night itself. His eyes, pale and piercing, found yours. 

You felt the weight of ages in his gaze, and yet, beneath the terror, there was something familiar as though he had been waiting.

His voice was a rasp, deep and his breath terrified you at first. "You called for someone to love you." he spoke slow, it sent shivers down your spine.

You felt your heart stutter. “Who are you?”

“I am your Lord, Count Orlok,” he said simply, the name ancient, like him.

His fingers brushed your cheek, cold as marble, and you trembled. “You have stirred me from a long slumber, Little One. I have heard your heart’s weep."

You swallowed thickly, both terrified and entranced. “What… what do you want from me?”

His gaze burned into yours. “Come to me. Seek me, and you shall know love beyond the veil of time. But know this, if you do not come, you will never find me again.”

The dream shattered with your gasp as you woke with a start.

You dismissed the dream as wine-soaked fantasy, but the echo of his voice clung to your bones. 

You felt watched, shadows pooling where none should be.

Curiosity, or possibly madness, something unnamed drove you to your computer. 

You searched, digging deep into half-forgotten whispers and obscure forums. 

The world called him a myth, but the fragments you uncovered painted a map of impossibilities: sightings, a name whispered.

You found it, a place, hidden among mountains and woods. A private property which has been long untouched.

Your heart raced. “This is insane,” you muttered. Yet, the dream had felt more real than your life.

-

The journey was a blur. 

You remember buying the ticket, you remember getting on a plane and a train, you remember renting a car. You remember leaving said car in the nearby village.

You even remember an elderly lady warning you about the woods. 

But it all seemed to vanish when you saw the castle.

The castle stood ahead, a rough silhouette against the twilight.

The gates, rusted and heavy, groaned as they opened.

Inside, time had forgotten the walls, cobwebbed and cold stone. 

Your footsteps echoed as you wandered, drawn by something unseen. You didn't know how you knew which way to walk.

“You came."

Your breath hitched as Count Orlok emerged from the shadows. 

His form, monstrous and regal, seemed both part of the castle and apart from the world. Yet, his eyes softened as they met yours.

“You are real,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

A shadow of a smile, a movement so slight it seemed to flicker. “You crossed time to find me.”

His cold hand, hesitant, brushed yours. He was not used to the vulnerability of touch.

“I have watched centuries pass,” he murmured. “But never have I felt this pull.”

Your fingers, brave and trembling, entwined with his. “Then let me stay. Show me what love means to you.”

He stiffened a flicker of something old and wounded in his gaze. “You would give your heart to a creature the world has forgotten?”

You smiled, warmth against his cold. “You heard my heart when no one else did. You are not forgotten by me.”

The days became nights and the nights endless. 

Orlok, ancient and powerful, grew curious about your world, the flicker of your phone screen, the hum of music from your playlists. He watched the sky lit by the city glow and marvelled at the stars unchanged from his time.

He was a being of shadows, but with you, he learned light, not of the sun, but of laughter, of stories shared by candlelight. 

His touch, once cold and possessive, became tender, hesitant, and achingly careful.

And when you touched his face, tracing the lines of his features, you felt his tremble, the fear of breaking under something so fragile as your affection.

“I have lived without a heart,” he confessed one night beneath a sky with stars. “Now you have it.”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, his cold meeting your warmth, ancient meeting fleeting. 

But in that kiss, there was eternity.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[bwat5-blog]

A Look At The "Nothing Character" Who Broke Our Hearts: Isha

**Spoilers For Arcane**

I must say, there was a time not so long ago that if someone were to tell me there was a whole tag devoted to the hatred of a cute, tenacious, brave little girl character who died tragically trying to emulate her hero, I would have found the idea completely insane. However, since becoming a part of our little community....

Before we get into this a bit let me say, I am not formally educated in writing/literature/creative story telling or any of that. So what I discuss and list will as usual be the research I could find on my own with sources provided. I know for a fact through some of my interactions on here there are some very educated people in this area, so if any of you see this and care enough, please chime in! I'd love to learn more.

What Is The Complaint?:

"Isha isn't a real character!"

"Isha did nothing except get blown up!"

"Why was this kid even in the show?"

"Isha's only purpose was to give Jinx a reason to be happy then take it away!"

You get the idea. Overall people seem to hate the character because they feel she really wasn't one. They see her as being more of a singular plot device with no real information or depth given and not having any real purpose. While it is true we don't learn a ton about her, I completely disagree as to the worth and impact of her character on the story. In doing some digging, I came across the following term:

Catalyst Character-

Per Reference.com: "A catalyst character, also known as a catalytic character, is the character in a story who causes the protagonist, or main character, to move toward some kind of action or transformation. This character is usually the person that spends the most quality and influential time with the protagonist."

Okay, rather or not you agree or think it matters I'd hope at the least that that explanation is fairly clear. So moving forward, why do I think this applied to Isha? Because she is in all aspects a MASSIVE agent of change in the narrative. I understand not liking her. That is totally individual. But to imply she didn't matter is complete and utter nonsense.

The Ventilation Chamber Battle:

The brawl between Vi and Jinx has come to a head. Vi sits atop Jinx with one gauntlet around Jinx's throat and the other poised to kill her. Jinx is telling her to do it... she's glad that Vi is the one who is going to end her. When out of nowhere Isha leaps between them pointing a gun at Vi. '

Concrete Impact:

Stops the fight cold

Jinx immediately screams no betraying her actual fear for Vi's safety

Snaps Vi out of the fight where it appears she was quite possibly pulling back her hand to finish the fight

Isha's presence is what makes Vi get in front of Caitlyn's rifle leading to their separation and what occurs for them afterward.

Jinx clearly is "seeing" Vi again for the first time when Vi leaps to stop Caitlyn

2. Life With Jinx:

We return to Jinx after the time skip. It turns she has been living quietly in hiding with Isha since the battle. She is staying out of the bloodshed, focusing on her relationship caring for the young girl. She seems more at peace than we have seen her the entire series, even declaring "Jinx is dead" when Sevika comes to demand she get involved.

Concrete Impact:

It's strange to say for something I list under concrete but just the obvious and clear effect she has on Jinx herself. We see it expressed in many ways, such as Jinx saying Isha reminds her of Powder, Jinx saying she doesn't want to screw up what she has with Isha when in Silco's office, and so on. I feel like we could do an entire analysis post on Isha's effect on Jinx mental/emotional state but that is for another time.

The fact that Isha is masquerading as Jinx during the occupation is HUGE. We have to remember, Jinx is not actually getting involved at all before the events of the rally. The people of Zaun have made her their symbol because of what she did, and because Piltover has made Jinx their symbol of why they are doing what they are doing.

It is only because Isha went to the rally and got arrested that Jinx rejoins the fight.

3. Jinx Comes To Stillwater:

Isha has been arrested along with a large group of Zaunites during the rally. Sevika limps back to the hideout and tells Jinx who is immediately extremely upset. We see her seriously glitching in full for the first time since the time skip. She and Sevika mount a rescue mission, and because of Isha. Jinx rejoins the game since the occupation began.

Concrete Impact:

Without Isha being taken Jinx doesn't get involved which quite literally changes the trajectory of the entire story. Meeting Vander again and everything that stems from that would be impacted which quite literally could effect every character in the story. It is too much to list or "what if".

4. Reuniting The Family:

In the wake of meeting Vander and rescuing Isha, Jinx goes and finds Vi in the fighting pits, telling her what she has found and together with Isha they set off on a journey to find him. Leading to the all-too-short reunification of their family, with their newest member of course.

Concrete Impact:

Of course to state the obvious, they wouldn't be here if it were not for any of the things we have already been over.

When Jinx and Vi start to fighting, once again it is Isha's involvement that stops it cold.

Seeing Jinx's care for Isha is what helps Vi start to see her sister in a new light.

It is Isha's bleeding from getting whacked that draws Vander to them. Vi immediately leaps to save her life and Jinx can see the Vi she knows is still there as well. Also being thrown into Vander's path like that leads to his regaining control and the scene we see above.

5. The Commune:

After their family is reunited Vi, Jinx and Isha take Vander to the commune to meet with Viktor. Hoping his healing gifts can save their father. Of course, it all ends in soul rending tragedy with Vander losing control and Isha sacrificing herself to save her new family during a Noxian attack.

Concrete Impact:

Isha brings Jinx's gun. Without the gun the plan to save Vander could have gone a hundred different ways.

Isha pocketed those stones. If she hadn't done so once again it is impossible to list all the ways that incident could have changed in the end.

The impact on the story from Isha's sacrifice is so far beyond "making Jinx sad" it is mind-boggling. It stops the attack in its tracks. Without Vi getting injured saving Jinx from the explosion, Caitlyn and Jinx may have never found even that microscopic bit of common ground between them we see. There is so much more and that is to say nothing of the impact on Jinx mentally/emotionally

Conclusion:

So again this is not a true deep dive or anything. And I do understand the complaint that we really don't ever learn a ton about her. But I absolutely do not understand or agree with the complaint that she is meaningless/unimportant/inconsequential to the story. Her actions and presence drive a massive amount of change in the course of season two, and without her it very likely could have all ended quite differently. To close, below is an English translation of Isha's farewell posted to reddit for you to enjoy. (I have no way of knowing if it is accurate so if not forgive me).

Child, don’t fear the thorns; walk barefoot, And you’ll find something precious. Look at this darkened sky; see how beautiful the fireworks are. There’s no need for so much sorrow. People flourish and wither, But even stubborn rocks and debris will bloom.

Part the mountains, Let her see me. Tell the stars, Hurry and shine on me. Blow away the dark clouds, With a stroke of blue. Even if the world is full of desolation, We can look up and see the moon.

While we still have the hearts of children, Even as lone blossoms among millions, we must bloom. Don’t be troubled or sad. Don’t forget: Even if tears fall, we must keep running, Run to where even time can’t find us. Be the birds that soar at the edge of the sky.

Part the mountains, Let her see me. Tell the stars, Hurry and shine on me. Blow away the dark clouds, With a stroke of blue. Even if the world is full of desolation, We can look up and see the moon.

While we still have the hearts of children, Even as lone blossoms among millions, we must bloom. Don’t be troubled or sad. Don’t forget: Even if tears fall, we must keep running, Run to where even time can’t find us. Be the birds that soar at the edge of the sky.

Don’t keep searching; Just give me a hug. Let’s quietly forget, For this is good enough for me.

[brehaaorgana]

@opinionsofsaturn Sorry my reply was getting too long so I'm just gonna post it lol.

Sooo:

First: I'm probably just spiral freaking out. I do acknowledge that.

But anyways:

We work for a financial institution so there's at least some possibility that she listened to some forecast call for the year that would explain what we're preparing to expect for the financial quarter/new year. I never listen to those because they're kinda boring. Haha. So....ehhh slightly higher than the average person *maybe?* But no, she's not a home loans specialist.

The more realistic concern is probably that while I can afford a good down payment, there's a very narrow pool of places my income would qualify me for that a) aren't going to cost insane amounts of repairs/aren't currently unliveable, b) are in a nicer area where my car might not constantly be broke into or c) where the fees (HOA, condo/co-op) aren't insane. (Found a gorgeous little condo in my budget! ....fees are like $1,000+ monthly so it's actually more like it costs almost double the price.) The inventory is currently....limited, and I'm looking at pretty much every town/city close enough to commute to work. Also most of them don't have garages.

I went to look at the affordable new townhomes listings that the city's affordable housing program built with garages and uh. They're like $330,000. Yeah. Affordable housing program built townhouses that cost three-hundred and thirty thousand dollars. 🫠 Even with the grants and closing assistance shit I could qualify for, that's probably still outside my budget as a single person.

Basically my options look like:

Currently unsafe to actually live in/for a flipper to buy

Manufactured homes (no garage = likely to have my car broken into again)

Homes that were bought by flippers and will require tens of thousands of dollars of repairs pretty quickly (that I can't afford).

Maybe a handful of places that could be ok that I maybe can afford, IF the monthly fees aren't crazy.

My car was broken into AGAIN. 😭 I fucking hate tiktok

[daegg123]

I'm still waiting to see the day where someone in this fandom shows a picture of their wall and it looks like this

[kitamars]

listen. hijikata has TWO HANDS

[brrdhouse]

how would gideon act around soos and wendy, and robbie by extension?

my baby is still a manipulative, coniving little freak, so he originally likes soos because it's a little kid he can boss around. at some point though, he does get pretty attached. he starts calling soos stan's son as a way to egg on his uncle, but he really does see soos as a lovable younger cousin.

he thinks wendy's a riot. i like the headcanon that stan babysat for the corduroys when wendy was younger, so gideon's gotten pretty used to her over the years. he was the one who showed her how to get to the roof and a bunch of other ways to be rebellious around the shack.

i don't think he'd like robbie very much at first just because gideon has enough sass for the men of the shack and he just didn't click well with robbie. he doesn't tell wendy to stop dating him or anything because he's not her dad, but he does give her a shoulder to cry on/complain to after boyz crazy. all in all, not his business, but he'll help her clean up because she's still a fun kid.

gnomes in episode 1 (+ everything up to ep4)

while i do love my boy and want to plaster him everywhere i possibly can, he'd get introduced in 'the hand that rocks the mabel' like he is in canon, only in a different way. instead of being a freak, he's a monster-of-the-week that drives dipper crazy while mabel's entranced by his vaguely-gay aura. there's no amulet to break so the episode would just end with dipper finding out that this telekinetic guy that's been tormenting him for days is just his cousin that's been out of town for a bit.

pacifica debut / 'double dipper'

i think this episode would be the first time the twins would see stan and gideon get along. like gideon would make stan a cup of coffee or run errands for him, just something simple and nice as a birthday gift even if stan doesn't want people to know that it's his birthday.

he would either love or hate pacifica, and i'm thinking it's more of a "he loves to hate her" situation. stan would set him up as a bouncer to his little party (🐦 <- buff adult gideon truther) and gideon would just sort of watch everything go down but not really be plot-relevant.

i think he'd be nicer to her after the kids get friendlier with her, but that's a long way off.

fiddleford and the society of the blind eye

☹️

he doesn't remember fiddleford as fiddleford that well, but he has a soft spot for old man mcgucket after he reads back through the first two journals. when fiddleford digs through their trash or shouts in his face on the street, gideon'll just walk him back to the junkyard and maybe bring over some food the next day. he doesn't know if the man his father loves so much is in there anymore, but he'll keep tending to him just incase.

he has sort of a one-sided discomfort around tate just because.. well, he can read. the mcguckets are mentioned very briefly in journal 2 (headcanon) so he can put the pieces together and realize that tate's going through something as bad as he is. only difference is that fiddleford's going crazy right in front of him, instead of being dead or insane in space somewhere.

shifty

gideon would've interacted very briefly with shifty, but not enough to really impact him. when gideon gets a hold of journal 3, he can see his own scribbles of the scientists, shifty, and himself and feel a sense of overwhelming sadness that he was the only "experiment" that got to be normal. my boy can fit a little empathy in him, however short-lived.

the mystery shack

for most of the year, gideon probably wouldn't even be in gravity falls. i like making older gids a nomad, sue me! it's fun!

but when the tourist season rolls in, he drives back up to help his uncle. when he was little, he was "li'l mystery" and stan paraded him around as his ""son."" (gids is only a little resentful for it. he was a really cute baby, after all.)

his job is mostly managerial. help a little in the gift shop, schedule new orders, make sure soos knows his tasks for the day, all that. in rare moments, he'll stop stan and fix his tie or lapels with a snippy comment before stomping off to chat with wendy and make sure no one's hassling her.

it's pretty much the same after the kids show up, only now he's also around to make sure they don't get themselves killed. just because he's also an anomaly doesn't mean he doesn't know how dangerous it can be out in the woods, so he keeps an eye on 'em. (probably by making them wear little spy pins like in canon)

dreamscaperers / bill

i'm really stuck on bill, i'll be honest.

i think it would be fun to have gideon be a bit of a villain, meddling with forces he doesn't quite understand because he thinks it'll help him get ford back, but i've been mulling it over for a bit and just can't make a version of gideon and bill's deal that would:

make sense in the au.

end up in the same situation of getting into stan's mindscape.

so i gave up on that and decided that gideon knows who bill is (hard not to when your dad's house is practically an altar to the guy) and hates the guy.

he still has scars from when bill used ford's body to terrorize him as a toddler. stan knows about bill vaguely, but just that he's a demon that tortured his brother and nephew and none of the specifics because gideon was too young to remember a lot of it.

when gideon catches wind of mabel and dipper's involvement with bill, he wouldn't outright confront them, but he'd get a little more watchful of where they're going and what they're doing. he'd tell stan, and they'd both work that much harder on the portal because if they can get ford back, he'll be able to stop it because he has to. no matter how old gideon gets, that's still his dad, and to stan, that's still his older brother (even if it's only by a bit), and he's invincible in their eyes.

silly au from twitter:

+context lol

[sallymew4]

just pondering some excuses for mouth-to-mouth...

close-ups

i love pre-mob terumob <3

[driftingballoons]

For the art requests: A Pokemon Mystery Dungeon team comprised of a Banette, Phantump, and Drifloon struggling to read a map?

(I was possessed by the idea of a trio team made up by these three spookies who have a neat possible dynamic when you look at their 'Dex entries, and I'd love to see your take on them in your style!)

Ooh this is such a good combo! All fantastic ghosts with that loose relationship to children falling to some misfortune

Team leader Phantump seems pretty confident, but hard to trust a pokemon’s sense of direction when their claim to fame is “child who got lost in the forest and died”

[hplonesomeart]

Hey!! So turns out a video I made between a certain “well beloved but highly sensitive/emotionally reactive T.V” and an “orange haired inkling-turned-human” has managed to sweep my YouTube channel and accumulate 100k VIEWS!! THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY?? My most widely viewed video EVER to exist in this moment in time?? AAAAA?? Not even mentioning the various comments and staggering increase in subs! It’s so much more then what I expected or even prepared for—might even be the most impactful thing to happen for me this year <3

…aside from graduating high school + the social connections I’ve been fortunate to make lol

BUT THE POINT IS I’d been closely monitoring the YouTube growth through the entirety of October. It’s make me smile like a dork, gawk in astonishment, dance frantically in my room from the energy boosts, and grow courage to stop being so selective/self-conscious with what I wish to share with the world! It’s kept my ambitions going!

I needed to find some way to celebrate the occasion and express my thanks—because I can’t NOT acknowledge this milestone jksjskp. Typically I try to avoid getting tunnel visioned focusing on the metrics/numbers. Mr. Puzzles had already demonstrated how much those things can mess with the minds of creatives. Caring too much about chasing views or placing your artistic value in attention seeking gets damaging. But at same time…it’s hard to deny the sense of pride the 100k achievement has filled me with. I understand that reaching 100k views doesn’t immediately make me any “better” or “worse” then I was before. I’m still just me! It only helps me feel seen by others—and that’s all I really needed. To hear some nice words & receive reminders that my ideas are cared about. So thank you SMG4 fandom for that, seriously thank you.

Please accept this Mr. Puzzle drawing as a way of sharing the happiness around. He’s so entertaining. Love him for simply existing. So glad we can all collectively be super attached to him (and the rest of the SMG4 cast of course). Can’t wait to see more incredible artworks from the fandom :)

Just incase anyone is confused by my vague description over which “animated video” I’m referring to here—hopefully this photo will help clarify lol. It’s this one!! Sorry about not outright stating the title at the start, I got carried away with writing!!

I’ve been in an odd place mentally when thinking about it. Wondering to myself if any of the attention is deserved considering it’s not even fully colored and could be dismissed as “low effort” content (despite taking several days making it). It’s easy to get into a trap of comparing yourself to others and questioning how much of the videos success is based on your skills, sheer algorithm luck, or only because you used popular characters and catered to a specific fandom. And then judging yourself by looking at other peoples videos. I’ve seen several artists post higher quality works then my own but it somehow gets less views. So why did mine succeed when others (who should have gotten just as much attention if not more) didn’t? Sometimes you feel like you’ve unfairly robbed them of that chance to be seen. However I’ve realized that I can’t ever expect views to be consistent—and comparing is pointless. So why worry about it or feel inadequate? I mean it’s pretty common for funny cat videos to go viral, so who am I to question the system lol. “Popular” YouTube videos can range from a passion project which took 7+ artists…to a clip of Toad singing Chandelier or a nonsensical Vine sketch. Anything can happen when it’s the internet! And just-so-happened my video was chosen. I should stay glad about that and get rid of all the overanalyzing. So that’s what I’ve chosen to do :)

[ashpkat]

in my idealized version of the books (the Good timeline), jericho and constantine’s relationship is not the one aaron and calls relationship parallels — it’s constantine and joseph. in this essay i will *gets taken out by cassandra clare’s snipers*