#imagining how different things would have gone!!

[kiame-sama]

Oi! Can you stop posting things that get stuck in my brain so often? Joking, but I mean a lot of things you bring up a lot of fun ideas in your AU that just stick in my brain. Hope I’m not bugging you too much with messages. However, you have introduced my lil emo catholic boy Rollo so I must ask: how would Rollo and Malleus (and anyone else tied to fire) deal with a fire bug?

Like not necessarily someone who starts fires, but someone who LOVES fire. Like I could stare at fires for hours. They are just so pretty and the flickering and swaying look just look amazing. Imagine all the different colors of fires! Especially when I poke it or have something like a match.

Ima go before I start ranting about fire again. Hope you’re keeping warm and have a great day! Can’t wait to see that fish prince get hit shins kicked!

Warnings: Grim and Ortho are platonic only, yanderes, yandere behavior, yandere temper, different levels of yandere, use of magic to amuse the Human, Rollo wrestling with self-loathing, Malleus is malleus,

- Grim is thrilled his Hooman loves his little ear flames and will intentionally make them flare brighter when he wants more attention. Mostly he just uses his ear flames to make them smile.

- Ortho will laugh and be excited to tell the Human about the hair flame many Shinigami have, giving details while he consciously makes his hair slowly change color flame. It takes some effort, but he cycles through the visible light spectrum before he needs to take a break, his hair snap returning to the usual blue. He's happy to tell them all about it, so long as the Human will listen.

- Idia is going magenta and doesn't even know it, warm hearts forming in his long flame hair as he internally fanboys over the Human looking at him with such an interested gaze. The way they stare at the flickering light and flames as he just burns brighter. He loves it and will burn that sight into his memory.

- Papa Hades quickly picks up on the Human's interest in fire and flames, happily using his magic to create flames for them. Different shapes, colors, creatures, he is making a show of fire to marvel at and enjoy. It has been too long since he has last had an audience so enraptured and it soothes his heart.

- Rollo is struggling with himself over this. He dislikes his flame and the fire that fules his very core. Get a bit too out of hand and *poof* gone. That's how he sees it, at least. It is tragically sweet to him for the Human to adore the things he hates most about himself. Leave it to a divine Human to see the good in the wretched and sinful. He will slowly begin allowing his fire to flourish, if only for the Human's sake. He does adore them quite a bit and will willingly do what the Human wishes of him.

- Malleus loves that the Human enjoys his flames. He will show off his mastery over summoned flames and explain how they differ from Dragon-fire which he can only ever create when angry. Any time the Human wants to see his magic displayed, he will create a bright green flame for them. Eventually he will gift them a crystal containing one of his green flames, around it will spin a group of green fireflies. So they can take his flame anywhere they go and always marvel at his fire.

[imsofthelp]

thinking about jjk squid game au. unedited. tw for yandere undertones and squid game related violence, read at your own caution :p

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who just lives for the games, his heart thrumming in his chest with barely restrained excitment. Sitting in his isolated room, his cat-like violet eyes watching each game intently as he drowns his tastebuds in expensive, old whiskey and cigarettes, biting back a smirk at the blood that follows each death, coloring the floor a beautiful maroon. More and more players gone mean that there’s about to be a winner, which really is a pity. It’ll take a while to hold another game.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who thinks all the players are vile, the scum of the earth who deserve everything that comes their way. Death is perhaps kinder than the outside world, the debt, their pathetic, miserable lives. Some people would ask who he is, to play god. These people chose to sin first before he became their judge. How silly to blame him.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who’s apathetic to all the players until his eyes catch you. He knows information about each player, of course. Most people are gamblers who got overconfident or thieves who tried to scam the innocent: their families, friends, workplaces. You, however, are different. Working off a debt that isn’t even yours. Despite the circumstances, he finds himself rooting for you, his pretty face scrunched up each time you try to save someone who isn’t yourself. Stupid, utterly stupid, naive. You need someone to care of you.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who decides that enough is enough just before the marble game starts. Something about imagining seeing your pretty face marred by a gunshot wound, brains splattered over the sand, makes deep, long-forgotten part of him ache. He’s frustrated that he can be so infaruated with someone this weak, but perhaps, the heart he had long forgotten he had, has finally overriden his brain.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who takes you into his room, saying that everything is for your own good, chuckling at your confusion and offering you a drink instead of actually explaining what’s happening.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who makes you watch the following games, indulging in your reactions: the gasps, the held in sobs, the way your form trembles as he subtly adjusts his pants, trying to contain his own reactions as he lands the softest of kisses to your temple.

Squid game! front man Suguru Geto who watches you fall to your knees in front of him, begging him to save another player, an ethereal looking man with a halo of snow-white hair. Is he a friend of yours? A boyfriend? It doesn’t really matter, with how pretty you’re begging, doe-eyes glitsening with tears. His violet gaze trails back to the screen, focused on the man as he goes through the glass-pane game. Perhaps he should kill two birds with one shot and have you both? Things are much, much better in sets, after all.

[scandalaciousintentions]

Absolutely agree with the above, but I'd go a step further. (And I liked the movie, but my preference is the musical and it is what I will refer to now and forever.)

That said.

Potentially unpopular opinion and incendiary sentence approaching.

I don't actually think Act 1 Fiyero would have gone with her.

At this point, Glinda and Fiyero are still pretty aligned. In the musical, he's saved the Lion cub because he is the only person in that room her magic has not completely incapacitated and this is his girlfriend's friend in distress. Fiyero is a bit of an ass, but he's never cruel. (Further essay on "Perhaps the driver saw green and thought it meant "Go" to follow.) This person is dear to someone dear to him, she needs help, he can give it, so he will. So far, so surface level complexity, so Act 1 Fiyero.

I have always imagined that interval to cross years. And during that time, everybody has grown up. Everybody has seen things they wish they hadn't. Glinda's response to it has been to hide it under a winning smile and Fiyero has grown resentful; ultimately, a sympathiser to Elphaba's resistance.

Which, to me, makes him one of the most interesting and complex characters in the show. Something happens to Fiyero and I think it starts with Elphaba and the Lion cub, but that is not the whole story. I'm not sure we'll ever fully know it - let's see what happens in Part 2. I don't think I even need to know it. In the book, it would be the violent death of the Bear cub and I have no desire to see anything of the sort play out on screen.

And, let's not forget, he's the crown prince of the Winkus. (And both the movie and the musical tell us he's featured in the society pages of the media, which to be fair, might not make him Elphaba's companion of choice in the circumstances.) But I mention this because he does have responsibilities and he does have something to lose. In order to prioritise Elphaba and her cause over the role he has been raised for since birth, he has to see what the alternative is and that alternative has to completely appal him.

Look, tl;dr, Act 2 Fiyero is a completely different beast to his Act 1 counterpart. He's an analytical thinker, absolutely a politician, a double agent before I think he even realises it for himself, a captain sent out to capture the most dangerous fugitive in the country and for how long can a person be fed that narrative before they start to believe it? For the first time, he's forced into a narrative he doesn't control.

But he's not Elphaba. He's never been restricted like this before. Act 1 Fiyero has taken control of his narrative and while he learns it is limiting him when he rescues the Lion cub with her, there is no indication that he's going to act on it outside of a bunch of flowers at the train station, which does not a Defying Gravity duet make.

I think all the signs point to Elphaba flying off into the sunset alone either way. Because Fiyero is complex and he needs to be forced into that cage before he can even see it has bars.

Fiyerabas love to get on Twitter and tumblr and say stuff like “well fiyero would’ve went with Elphaba in a heartbeat” and act as if that’s a groundbreaking statement. We know what happens in act 2. We know he leaves everything behind for her. The reason why Glinda can’t do that is because she’s an actual nuanced character that has depth to her. She has something to lose. We see how she was brought up in the world. We know that she is a coward. Why WOULDN’T fiyero go with Elphaba? Nothing about his character is complex enough for that to be an option.

Fiyero’s whole character is built on a single characteristic (pretending not to care when he actually does) that is so underdeveloped it’s actually laughable. Why does he pretend not to care? There is not a single thing about him that actually tells us why he acts like that. It just comes out as him being an annoying jerk, even in the movie. His whole character arc is pretending not to care and then caring because of Elphaba. OF COURSE he’d go with her. That’s what his whole personality is based on.

Not to mention the fact that even with him being Elphaba’s ride or die, he’s still boring and his decision to be with her is incredibly unmoving. No one would expect anything else. And even with them ending up together, Elphaba still longs to be with Glinda. She still longs to tell her she’s alive. Fiyero is a boring annoying consolation prize that is a flat and undeveloped “what if” twist on Glinda if she wasn’t as much of a coward as she is. Idgaf

[jeonginslefthand]

Sing me to sleep 🛌 🎤

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader Genre: Angst (with a bit of a happy end) Summary: You have a nightmare and your boyfriend Jisung comforts you the only way he knows how.  Warnings: Depictions of a panic attack A/N: First fic of the year! Just a small drabble of an idea I had in the vault with a New Year’s element (wanted to post this on New Year’s Day but didn’t have enough time to write 😅). Also such a sucker for angst but I barely write it.   Stray kids masterlist

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You wake up breathing heavily, eyes pacing around your bedroom, head spinning as tears fall clouding your eyes. You look toward a sleeping Jisung and touch his arm, hand shaking as you try to find comfort. This wakes Jisung, and he quickly notices you in distress, pulling you closer to him as he strokes your hair.

“Hey hey! What’s wrong baby?” Jisung asks in a soft voice.

“A-a nightmare… y-you were gone… left without saying anything… and nobody knew where you were a-and… people forgot about you a-and…” you say in between sobs and shaky breaths. 

Jisung seems to hold you tighter. “Baby it’s okay. It was just a bad dream. I’m still here right?”

“Y-yeah… b-but it felt so real…” 

“You’ve always had a crazy imagination. And I would never leave you without a good reason.”

You stay silent as Jisung tries to comfort you with his words. You calm down a little bit but tears still flow from your eyes and they don’t seem to stop. Jisung notices you cling to him tighter, like it’s the last time you’ll ever hold him.

“Hey! I know what’ll make you feel better.” Jisung exclaims.

“W-what?” 

Jisung releases your grip from him and walks across the room to grab his guitar. He lays back on the bed next to you, holding the guitar on his chest.

“How about I sing for you? Maybe it’ll help you fall asleep!” Jisung suggests. 

“I don’t know…” you respond. 

“Come on!! Give me a chance. I’ll play… the calmest song you’ve ever heard, okay?” 

“O-okay…” 

“Alright! This is something I was working on last week with Felix. I think you’ll like it!” 

Jisung starts strumming and singing a comforting song that would soon be added to the other unreleased songs he’s shown you. Something about the song speaks to you and you become more focused on his lyrics. You become completely entranced by the music. The softness of Jisung’s voice complementing the soft strokes of the guitar strings puts you back in your dream world. Jisung doesn’t notice that you’ve fallen asleep at first and keeps singing, hoping that his song will give you a better dream for you to wake up to. 

That wouldn’t be the last time Jisung sang your troubles away. Whenever you were stressed or on the verge of freaking out, you would ask Jisung to sing to you at night. Slowly, it became a regular occurrence to the point where you couldn’t sleep without hearing Jisung’s soft voice. 

But that was almost a year ago now.

Now, you find yourself at your friend’s New Year’s Eve party, watching the fireworks outside as the clock hits midnight. It finally hits you that this is your first New Year’s without him. But you try to focus on the bright lights of the fireworks.

BOOM!

You look around at the couples sharing New Year’s kisses. You wish Jisung were here to share that kiss one last time.

BOOM! 

Your mind races back to your big fight with Jisung. The one that would make your nightmare come true.

BOOM!

The back and forth yelling. It felt like you both were completely different people. Letting months of anger and resentment take over both of you. Realizing that the spark between you two was gone. 

BOOM!

He left. Quietly. But not without saying goodbye and kissing your cheek with an “I still love you baby.” Thinking you were fast asleep. But you heard it. You felt it. 

BOOM!

He kept that promise… he didn’t leave without saying goodbye… 

BOOM! 

You wish you never said any of those things to him. You wish you two never had that fight. You wished Jisung was here with you right now telling you everything was okay, that he’s been right next to you all along.

BOOM!

But you know this isn’t a dream. It’s real and he is gone.

You tell your friend you’re not feeling well and catch a taxi back to your apartment. You get to your room and lay in your bed, crying yourself to sleep. You thought you would be completely over Jisung, but part of you still loved him no matter how hard you denied it. 

You pull out your phone and start playing one of Jisung’s songs, hoping you’ll fall asleep to one of them. You’ve been casually keeping up with his recent solo music and wish you dared to tell him how proud you were. All the late nights writing and singing to you were worth it.

You doze off listening to Jisung’s solo album when you faintly hear a knock. You open the door and see who it could be so late at night. But you stood at the door in shock as you couldn’t believe what you saw.

“Before you ask, this isn’t a dream,” Jisung says, holding your favorite flowers and his guitar. “Couldn’t spend New Year’s without you. Let me sing you a song baby, just like old times!”

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[notawomanimagod]

Today I realised the reason I love Silco so much is because maybe I relate to him in an uncanny way? ( And that I unintentionally have a Silco+Jinx tattoo?)

Some backstory first

I'd gone to college with my childhood best friend/partner and we had a whole plan for our futures and I was a big dreamer. I got us into all the schools/opportunities we wanted to purely by planning a lot. By constantly making sure we had a way out. By keeping us moving. By being the one that put their head down and planned. They had fire initially, which made us bond, but later they sort of showed up and came along for the ride.

Our campus was on the outskirts of a city which coincidentally had a polluted river flowing through it, where dead bodies were found. The water contained so many chemicals, it foamed unnaturally and your skin could feel it.

We would sit on the shores of this river and plan how we'd make it out of here and move to a better place. How we'd break the cycle. How we'd live in a nice house, eat good food and simply live a peaceful life. Away from the violence and chaos of the families we came from.

But things started falling apart, and both of us had vastly different ideologies. We didn't fit like perfect puzzle pieces anymore.

After months of tension, an ongoing fight blew up to the extent they choked me and shoved me down while I clawed at them to get away.

I grew so bitter and felt so betrayed.

This was my best friend. Young, hopeful me considered them my other half in every sense. This was the person I grew up with, we'd gotten each other through so much trauma in our lives and we'd barely survived everything together.

We've both stopped each other from early deaths and yet, there they were, throwing our future away, while I tried my best to acquire it.

I always felt like I didn't resent them for abusing me, I hated them for giving up. On our dream, on our future.

Suddenly I was thrown away.

That dynamic felt eerily similar to Silco/Vander, down to the size difference.

Around that time the only way I knew how to cope was to imagine myself reborn. I became a new person, being betrayed changed me so fundamentally, I had to change.

I viewed everything as pre-incident and after. Pre-betrayal, post-betrayal.

My younger self had no means of understanding why I'd been left behind to rot. While they got a comfortable life. Got to keep our friends. They got the better end of the deal. They got everything.

And I was absolutely alone, isolated. Driven to the point of insanity by everything they'd done to me.

I swore to only trust in myself after that.

I got this tattoo to symbolise my "rebirth" and how to find strength solely in myself.

My younger self had a lot in common with Silco/Jinx and it's a funny coincidence that my tattoo ended up having both their motifs.

Anyways, I didn't understand how much of my own life I saw in Silco's until my brother pointed this out recently. But it helped me process some of the feelings I felt when I began to read more on Silco/Vander's dynamic and why I was drawn to it.

I have always been that dirty little thing, scraping it together and clawing my way out.

No wonder I loved Silco's Rebirth narrative. It truly is the realest arc anyone who experiences trauma/ abuse/betrayal goes through.

And now years later, even though I have a peaceful life, my own apartment, sometimes I get reminded of how I could be hurt and that little part of me that is always on the run comes back in ropes of rage. I need to be in control.I have tried to harden myself and yet, I am still soft. I would often think my caring for others was my biggest weakness, though now I treasure it.

No wonder I love this little rat man. I am what he is. (Down to the black hair and scribbling in journals and leather jackets and cigarettes and being fruity lmfaoo)

No wonder I absolutely love everything about his characterization in season one.

[hanta-seros-wifey]

touya? | touya todoroki (dabi) x f!prohero!reader x keigo takami (hawks)

summary: you and touya grew up together, destined to become heroes together. when you hear he dies at sekoto peak, you live on his legacy. you become a pro hero and become engaged to the number 2 hero. what happens during the paranormal liberation army war, he reveals who he truly is?

you stood in front of the altar at yours and keigo’s shared home. before dating keigo, you talked to him about touya. when he passed, you asked enji for a picture to keep it, have him in your memory always.

you didnt directly say it to enji’s face, but you hated him for not going to sekoto peak that night.

touya still would’ve been here. now at 23, its still hard to comprehend that he’s really gone. you stare at all the things you’ve place down in his memory.

a tear slips out and you kiss your hand and touch his photo. you move to head out and start your patrol.

your fiance, keigo, winged hero, hawks, was at the hero safety commission for a meeting. you float up in the air as you cruised through your designated patrol area.

you sat on the rooftop and sighed looking out with a smile. the familiar sound of wings caught your ear and you smiled more.

hawks sits next to you and you immediately lean into him, staring out into the dark city. “slow night?” he asks and you nod turning to look at him.

“any intel?” you ask him and he nods ready to debrief with you. “theyre striking in 2 days” he says and you nod. you’ve been prepared.

“dabi is so stupid” he chuckles lowly to you, wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you in. “why’s that?” you asked giggling as he pulls you closer.

“really thinks im about to join their army, he’s cautious though i’ll give him that” he explains and you only laugh with him.

you havent met dabi whatsoever, only have heard of him through stories hawks has told you. he’s protected you from the league as much as he could. this was his mission, not yours.

“we have to be ready” you sigh looking out into the city. “yea but for now” hawks said and turned your head to pull you into a kiss.

you smile and kiss him back. “hey now birdman im on patrol” you teased as you smile up at him. “i’ll go home then” he gets up and so do you.

“i have about 3 more hours should be home around 5 am” you said and he nods. he kisses your forehead and plants 3 kisses on your lips before he takes off to your shared home.

you sit and think about touya. imagining how different your life would be if he was still here. you love hawks and cant wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

you see a dark clothed person walking around and enter an alleyway. you discreetly moved on the rooftop to look over the edge.

its then you notice staples on the person’s skin. you shrug it off and take off to another rooftop, continuing your patrol. once you finished, you headed back to your house.

you walked in and stripped off your hero costume. you walked into your shared bedroom with keigo and saw him peacefully sleeping on his stomach.

you smiled and got under the covers with him. he stirs and opens one eye to see you. he smirks and wraps an arm around your waist.

“welcome home beautiful” he says against your ear and you shiver, suddenly turned on. “kei” you sighed as you moved your hand to toy with your panties.

“hm” he hums and lifts his head to see. he smirks and kisses you, hovering over you.

🔥🕯️♨️💃

you stood with denki, midnight, and fat gum as you waited for the time to strike. hawks flew above with tokoyami by his side. so much was said through your ear piece connected to three different channels.

you could hear endeavor yelling, but you couldnt understand what he was saying. “whats he saying?” you asked fat gum and he informed you on what he was saying.

“time to strike” you heard and everyone started running. you floated with the help of your telekinesis and flew over ready to start the fight.

with the help of denki you all were able to get in to take down the villains. you fought a couple of people and saw toga watching you from above.

she smiled evilly and it sent a chill up your spine. this is who keigo talked to you about.

as you took down many villains, the league tried making a run for it to wake up gigantomachia.

you wondered where keigo was and you heard familiar grunting. your keigo. you ran to the sound and saw him and twice fighting.

toga crept up on you as she tried to stab you. “pretty ring you got there” she said sweetly and you looked at her with wide eyes.

“i bet youre hawks’ fiancée, he doesnt ever shut up about you” she giggled looking over at hawks as he continues to fight with twice. you fought with toga as she tries multiple times to stab you.

dabi’s blue flames splits you and hawks up as you fight toga. “dabi. roast the bird!” you heard twice yell out and blue flames is in your line of sight. in the end, hawks kills twice and you gasp.

“kei” you said getting distracted and toga stabs your side. “shit” you cursed as toga threw you off to the side and makes a run for it with dabi and the rest of the league as they leave you and hawks there, critically injured.

“kei” you mumbled weakly as you tried crawling over. you see his wings are burnt and you sigh softly. you held your side in pain and a voice you recognized called out to the both of you. you looked up to see tokoyami, or better known as tsukuyomi.

“telekin are you hurt?” he asks as he lands near you. he sees you holding your side and you held your hand out to show him. dark shadow screeches and he turns to look at hawks. tokoyami sits there pondering how he’s going to take the both of you to safety.

“im fine tsukuyomi. take keigo to safety” you said as you stood up and looked around. “cellophane and creati are on the 2nd team correct?” you asked him and he nods his head. “great” you said and take off in that direction.

you make it and the students are happy to see you. “cellophane, creati i need your help” you said as you showed the students your side. creati immediately got to work along with cellophane to help patch you up. “THEY WOKE HIM UP�� was said throughout your headpiece and you looked in the direction of the roaring.

“i need to get to endeavor. you guys have mt. lady, midnight, and all the other heroes on your side. you guys are strong i know you guys can do this were counting on you” you gave the students words of encouragement and they wished you good luck as you left.

you make it to the fight with endeavor, bakugo, deku, shoto, nejire-chan, and other heroes. you all try your best to hold off shigaraki and you learn eraserhead cut his leg off due to shigaraki hitting him with a quirk deleter.

“i got him to safety telekin” tsukuyomi says to you through the earpiece and you let out a sigh of relief. you know recovery girl is going to take care of him from here on out. “thanks tsukuyomi we owe you big time” you said with a smile as you inform endeavor on what happened.

gigantomachia eventually makes it to the main battle and you see the league, minus toga, on his back. dabi tells something to someone and they immediately start getting to work on their computer.

“hey there you are! im all the way up here!” he says shaking something in his hands as he leans over to get a good look. “from all the way up here you all look like little ants” he says sarcastically. “oh great shoto and y/n are here? perfect” he says.

“dabi” endeavor growls as he sees him and dabi smirks.

“hey now dont be rude. youre acting like we’ve never met” he says as he applies dye remover in his hair, the black immediately fading revealing his white hair. “call me touya” dabi says and your eyes widened. “after all it is the name you and mom gave me” he says.

you stand there frozen in shock along with shoto and endeavor. “touya?” you manage to say weakly as you lock eyes with him. “well hello princess how’ve you been” he asks sarcastically as tears prick your eyes, threatening to fall.

“youre alive” you said breathlessly as you scanned the area, deku and bakugo giving you an awkward look. “i can see youre doing well y/n. that bird never shuts up about you. i’ve been watching you, you know. engaged to be married” he says as he watches you fall apart in front of him.

“youre alive” you repeated and he only laughs. shoto places a hand on your shoulder to comfort you as tears fall down your face. “he’s alive” you said as you grabbed shoto’s hands, gripping them.

he starts dancing along with a whole monologue he had planned out. things he had to say to enji and shoto. he looks at you and tilts his head to the side. “and you didnt even try to stop him” he says betrayal in his voice. “touya we were children” you fought back as more tears slid down your face.

“what got nothing to say?” he says as he turns to the three of you. “well allow me” he pauses and looks again. “the past never dies” he says lowly and does another dance move directing his next words to enji.

“you will reap everything you’ve sown!” he yells out holding his hands to his chest. “enji todoroki!” another pause. “lets fall together!” another pause. “come and dance with me in hell, wont you? well speak up dad!” he says with a big smile on his face.

you look at endeavor only to see him lost in a trance. he’s shaking, hyperventilating. “endeavor focus” you hissed and looked at shoto. “dad come on!” shoto says as touya comes down to attack, blue flames emitting. you fought with all you had. in the end, everyone was injured.

🔥🕯️♨️💃

you woke up in the hospital and you were immediately up and walking. you found keigo’s room and saw he was up. “oh kei” you said as you hugged him tightly. he typed something out and a robotic voice talked for him. “i know about everything” and you look at the floor.

“we have to take him down” you sighed out as fresh tears brimmed your eyes. keigo knew that the news of one of your old friends, whom you presumed dead for years now, is alive weighed down on you. “talk to the todoroki’s” keigo’s robotic voice said and stood up holding his hand out to you.

you took it in yours and you both walked out of the room together, best jeanist waiting on the two of you. you walked down the hall to endeavors room and saw class 1A struggling to keep bakugo, or dynamight, in his room. “great explosion murder god dynamight, are you alright?” best jeanist asked with the most serious face ever it makes you break into a giggle and hide into keigo’s chest.

he finds it amusing and rubs his hand down your arm and looks down at you. you make it to endeavors room and knock on the door. a soft “come in” is heard from the other side and you instantly knew it was fuyumi. you opened it and walked in with keigo and best jeanist trailing behind you.

you stopped as you saw rei sitting next to endeavor holding his hands gently. natsuo and fuyumi’s eyes lit up upon seeing you and immediately came to hug you. “oh its so good to see you congratulations by the way on your engagement” fuyumi says holding you at arms length and you smile at her.

“thank you. wanna see?” you ask her and she nods her head as you pull away and show her your left hand. “oh honey this is a rock” she says surveying the beautiful ring. rei moves to hug you as well and you hold her tight.

“congratulations honey” she says as she pulls away and keeps you at arms length. “thank you” you thanked her as tears welled up in your eyes. “i always thought it’d be you and touya” she says lowly to you and you smile sadly.

“hawks looks like a kind young man, im happy for you” she pulls you into another hug and tears fall from your eyes. you pull away and bring keigo closer as the todoroki’s greet the number 2 hero. you all talked strategy and what to do when the time comes to fight once again.

“we need to stop touya” shoto says as he looks at the ground. “dad” he starts and you look at endeavor. “we will stop touya” he says determined and you smiled softly at shoto. he’s just a kid.

you leaned closer to keigo for comfort. you look up at him as you rest your head on his chest and loop an arm around his waist. “i wanna go home” you mumbled and he looks down at you. he nods his head and types something out for best jeanist.

you leave the hospital and youre both quickly escorted out by tsukauchi. you sat next to him leaning your head on his shoulder, hands interlocked. “i love you” you mumbled with a smile looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“i love you more” he types out holding your face softly. your hands dive into his hair and its then you noticed. “holy shit what happened to your hair babe” you said moving his face gently to take in his new hair.

“like it” is typed out and you smile as you nod your head. “bet it was dabi’s flames” you said looking into his eyes and he only nods his head. you got home and you immediately felt relieved. you moved swiftly around your shared home and walked into the living room.

you stopped, seeing touya’s altar. keigo trails in behind you and notices your tense stature. he watches you carefully not wanting to interrupt you. tears brimmed your eyes as you slowly moved and sat down on your knees.

you couldnt hold it back anymore and started sobbing, repeatedly saying that youre sorry. youre sorry you weren’t there to protect him. youre sorry you didnt try. youre sorry for everything.

keigo slowly moves towards you and sits down, wrapping his arms around you gently. you hold his hand as your sobs slowly die down. “how do i fix this?” you asked keigo as he only looks down at your interlocked hands.

he types something out and lets it play, “i dont think you can babe. touya’s in too deep” and you wipe your eyes. you hug keigo as he hugs you back. you sit there silently soaking up each others presence. “im so glad youre alive. i was worried about you” you said as you played with his hair.

you can feel him typing and he lets it play out. “i was worried about you. she stabbed you” and you giggle out. “lets not worry anymore youre here, were here” you said holding his face and he holds your arms. “im tired” you breathed out and he nods standing up.

you grab his hand and he leads you guys to your shared bedroom. he moves quickly to grab spare clothes for the both of you and you immediately change into them. you help keigo change and immediately land in your bed with him.

“im scared for whats to come, this is only the beginning” you said as you laid your head on keigo’s broad shoulder as he laid on his stomach to allow recovery for his damaged wings. he doesnt respond, he cant respond and only pulls you in closer.

you drift off to sleep with keigo by your side, and in this moment you knew everything would be okay one way or another.

[vonbabbitt]

Throwing this in, though I know you have a post saying you're taking a break: I quite like Tetro. The story is exciting, and incredible. You've done an amazing job piecing everything together, and it has lead to me pretty seriously looking into following the footsteps of this project with a story also told in this audio format, since you demonstrated so clearly not only how this was possible, but how this could be done so well for a Killing Game specifically. The latest events, the latest death, as made me incredibly sad, and I feel a lot of emotional turmoil over losing both victims. But despite that, I have enjoyed the loving, losing, and worrying for the future. That's amazing. All of it is amazing. I have my theories and conclusions about who may be guilty and who isn't, but based on the posts I read, I mainly wanted to express an amount of thankfulness that the series exists at all. It's even lead to me writing fanpieces for some character interactions, and I imagine I have a few more in me from all that's gone on. Not only that, but the hard topics of this series have meant a lot to me. Yanagi and Tsuno have especially felt really close to home. The stories they talk about and the things they deal with matter in my own life. And the series as a whole has made me cry over stuff that mattered to me much more than any other media has done in the last year or so, maybe longer, in even broader strokes. All the characters don't just feel like people one could meet, but people I have met. People I have known. And some of those conversations feel just like ones I've had in my own life. You've done something incredible, and the writing has connected to me deeply. And though I can only speak for me, I doubt I'm alone in this. Thank you for this project, and thank you for sharing it so broadly, freely, and completely. Thanks for writing it, and writing daringly, maturely, and earnestly. At least, such are the ways I would describe it.

I hope I can cross paths with you sometime in the future over a creative endeavor. But in the meanwhile, I'll be tuned in to whatever you do for this, and for whatever comes next. As these things are called asks, if you do decide to respond: Who on Tetro is your favorite? Is it the same from when you were initially writing it? And what lead you to choose an audio drama as the medium in question? Thanks, and see ya at the trial.

thank you very very much, im extremely glad that youve been able to connect with my writing on that level and i hope that others have as well! i really enjoyed the writing process for tetro so its always really cool for me when others can enjoy my story as well

also, my favourite is hama! that changed a lot during production, but ive settled on hama as my goat forever i think. sorry to all the other favs i abandoned along the way

i chose the audio drama format because ive always really liked being able to picture things. when i was a kid, i used to fall asleep to audio books every night, and i really liked being able to picture the characters and stories as they were happening. i would always be so disappointed when id go to watch a movie adaptation of a book i liked only to see that everything looked different from in my head lmao.

i also think audio is a really fun format for this type of story! it was a fun challenge to get my points across without having visuals to back my writing. i didnt have very much faith in my ability to do this at first. tetro was originally planned to have a narrator because i didnt think id be able to tell a story without one. when i realized my writing could stand on its own, i took out the narrator and just let myself carry it as best i could. i think it made for some really fun opportunities where the impact of a scene just wouldnt have been nearly as strong if there had been visuals or narration.

i think [Ice Fairy] is a highlight of tetro in terms of audio storytelling - same with [Good Child]. having only audio forces you as the viewer to take a moment to figure out what's happening, which in turn gives you an "oh shit" realization moment that really helps the impact of a scene like [Ice Fairy] or [Good Child]. there are still some more really cool examples of tetro utilizing its format left to come - i hope you enjoy them when they do!

[anikabooker]

Their eyes lingered on the same piece of evidence planted there to answer the questions they both had. That stupid mark. It was faded, and old but Anika has never seen a man with such a mark, and no heart beat to match the vibrant pulse of magic beneath the ink. She'd never seen a man, who had sworn to kill all that is monstrous and end up being on the other end of that stake. There was nothing more pathetic, than wearing that mark and hide in the shadows, fearful of the light of day like something cursed, like a beast damned to roam the darkest parts of the world; like a rat in an underground sewer. If there was one wise choice, a man in his position could've made (should've made), it would be to cease existing. Because he surely couldn't call that existing, could he?

She wanted the ache to go somewhere else; her face, or her hands, or her stomach. Anywhere else but the hollow spot in her chest, where pain was only louder, and louder, almost deafening with each word he said. He was right — they had spent months in this apartment, where she awoke when he dreamt, and he walked when she was counting the stains on her ceiling. Two worlds with no way of colliding. They only crossed paths outside the bathroom, or in line for the fridge, where quiet complaints fell on unbothered ears. Shoulders lifting in casual shrugs at mundane questions asked, and eyes never lingering long enough to remember the color that stained the other's hues. Anika never cared to know more, to feel more — it was enough to know he wore the mark. She could always kill him, if he tried to pull anything funny. When did things slipped out of her control? Gradually and then suddenly, the way seasons changed right outside their window. From freezing winter, to a scorching summer.

And in the first warm rays of summer, she no longer gave a damn about the mark.

So what was he accusing her of? Having a heart or being a shitty hunter? Both? Maybe, because one did lead to the other. Difference was, she never claimed to be a good hunter. She never aimed to be something better, something great — it was all about survival. Sometimes, it wasn't even about that, because most times she wished she had not survived as long as she had. She'd never pride herself on possessing some sort of extraordinary talent for killing monsters. No, she was simply a good conman. Terrific liar. A survivalist. She was brave — unlike him. The coward that chose to live life like a cockroach, instead of dying with the last shreds of dignity and honor left.

"And you cannot fucking tell me you let someone do this to you. You cannot fucking tell me you chose to live like this." she spoke back; fist in her throat, bile in her stomach. I'm going to be fucking sick. "What kind of a fucking hunter were you, huh? Smarter, I bet, to die like a fucking dog." At least she was still alive. In all her stupidity — for every foolish crack of her ribs that allowed him further into her, she was still a living, breathing thing.

A different kind of beast.

Anika was used to goodbyes spoken too soon, because love and grief went hand in hand for her. Every fond thing she's ever known had been ripped away; gone in every possible way, gone or twisted to a point where it was no longer recognizable. Her eyes lifted to meet his; to watch him shatter. "Yeah, I'm not my father."

The bullet she fired aimed for the left side of his chest. Anika was good with a gun. There was a boy once, at a training ground, far away from home (in the middle of fucking nowhere) that taught her how to aim for the heart. She barely knew how to hold a weapon back then; always been good with knives, but never a gun. Of course, she had seen one, her father being in the military had many at home. Yet, she never could've imagined that she'd ever use one. Her hand shook to an almost embarrassing extend, and she remembered vividly that he did laugh because, it was quite clear that seventeen year old girl would not survive a day in his world.

But she took his advice, and everyone else's that passed through her life like unwanted guests. And built herself up to withstand the cruelty and the viciousness of the world they lived in now.

She was a good shot. It was exactly why the bullet, when colliding with his chest, missed his heart by a mare centimeter. It would still hurt like a motherfucker, and she did want him to hurt, she did want him to scream in agony, writhe on the floor in excruciating pain. Just to prove that he was nothing — prove that there was nothing in her for him, that there was nothing she would do to spare him.

He falls quiet when she seethes, that finger squeezes on the trigger; he sees the fractal movement right before he feels the cutting sting of a bullet splitting the skin of his hand wide open. Reid curses under his breath, forcing himself forward instead of back — though, the sunlight over a verbena-smeared hand has little in the way of pain comparison. He clasped the side of the wound, drawing it towards him, the fingers shaking with the pain as his skin slowly struggled to heal.

"Anika, what the fuck," It's an instinct that has his teeth gritting together. He's looking for something from the ground, ignorant to the idea she's still got bullets left in that pistol. Oh fucking shoot me, Booker. It's a long-drawn-out thing of silences and looks that he can no longer decipher. Reid had thought he'd become so good at learning the language of Anika. Turns out, he doesn't know a dime about this. And when he finds her t-shirt, it's so he can tear it (she's wearing his) and use a strip of fabric to wrap around the glaring hole that's so neatly almost centre to his palm.

He doesn't know what the hell she's playing at. But it's sobering, suddenly. To physically bleed; droplets daubing the carpet at his feet. Halstead starts to realise he'll never get his answer. She's entirely lost it, or regret in Anika Booker's deck of cards looks a lot like an episode from a psychotic ex.

She hasn't killed him if that were her plan. She's had a hundred chances; the last one, a gun aimed point blank at the emptiness in his chest. If she could open him up like that, before he'd be dust, she'd see how vicious he haemorrhages in there. He's more alive inside for the first time, in the turmoil of grief than she'll ever get to know. It's a painted picture all over his features (the kind an artist might appreciate), the shock and despair of it all.

He's still tending to his hand when she's slamming open the fridge and clattering metal cans around. A frown knits together, breathing a laugh of disbelief. He's no longer sure who has lost it. Him or her, or both. Maybe she's poisoned him and he's on his way out, the slow, agonising way. It sure feels like it. The can in her hand is an odd sight, but it's not shocking. There's always been canned animal blood in there, a butcher helped him with that, a little while later; not without a price.

"Obviously—" It's hissed, as he ties the knot of fabric around his hand, flexing his fingers as he turned to duck beneath the suddenly launched can. It smacks against the wall to his rear, spraying red across his back, the sofa and the walls. "Jesus, what is wrong —"

She's snarking at him, that gun back — poised.

He really isn't sure who has lost their mind. Any memory of gentle, lusting touches is gone. Ripped out of him and replaced with a nauseating confusion that he's way too slow to puzzle into place. His good hand is outstretched in one final bout, to urge her to stop firing bullets at him. Or at least, to stop tormenting him with painful injuries. Just end it, if that's her intention. Anika's never been a gamesmaster.

"A joke— I —" He cuts himself off when his eyes look at the brotherhood tattoo on his hand, the thing held out between them. The faded, magicless stain forever reminds him of what he's lost. Reid's streak of losing things is unmatched. But there's no way she —

"You're telling me you didn't know?" It's accusatory, a lot colder where pain seems to get caught in his throat at the stupidity that would be. "You — Anika, you've been living with me for months, you're a damn hunter," All those compliments he's ever served her for hunterhood seem null and void now. "You're fucking with me. You cannot stand there and tell me you didn't fucking know." She has to be, because what else is there? It's a lie. It's all a lie. Because Anika cannot be that stupid. Not that much of a terrible hunter to fail to notice the blood in the fridge, or the curtains drawn, or the night job — or the surviving being stabbed, or Book's damn apprehensions. This isn't drunken idiocy.

Reid's unfairly annoyed by the revelation — because he feels foolish too, to think for even a second she might have looked at him as someone, and not a monster. But, that doesn't mean anything either, because she wasn't looking past the vampire to see a man; she was looking at what she thought was something else; something alive. He's pissed enough, that even if his softness remains in his stillness, he nods his head towards her cocked weapon:

"Your father hesitated too."

[ofmdee]

All According to Plan (5677 words) by gaydeviants, pirate_captains_captain_pirates Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Set During S1e5 The Best Revenge is Living Well, Explicit Sexual Content, Trans Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Has a Praise Kink, Stede Bonnet Has a Praise Kink, they both just like to be praised okay., Blackbeard | Edward Teach Wears Fine Things Well, First Kiss, Getting Together, Porn with Feelings, they are so down bad for each other, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Tender Sex, NSFW Art, Embedded Images Summary:

Blackbeard always has a plan. That's how these things work. And from the moment he met Stede Bonnet, the ending was already decided, the plan was already in motion - but maybe, just maybe, plans can change.

What if Ed really had kissed Stede under the moonlight in s1e5?

This fic contains embedded NSFW gifs!

kicking my leggies @piratecaptainscaptainpirates and i have a new collaboration for ya'll and i think u will love it!!!! first collaboration of the new year and we're not even a week in yet, we are killing it!! 😤

pls enjoy!! 😘

[freckleslikestars]

FARSCAPE | 1.06 Thank God It's Friday, Again.

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.

[aardvaark]

even though i know the leverage team gets back together as soon as season 2 starts and we barely see any time of them being apart, it makes me unreasonably upset that they not only spent six months apart, but that they didn't know they'd all join back up eventually!! like wdym hardison spent months trying and failing to track down parker?? wdym parker gained a family and then spent half a year alone again?? wdym eliot had found a way to do some good or have some kind of purpose until it was suddenly over?? wdym nate & sophie had finally caught up with each other but came to realize that neither of them were in a place to have that relationship and spent months not knowing if that had been their last chance??

[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 :)

[h-didanart]

Hey, do you guys remember that agony//ghost thing the FNaF lore has? Yeah? Cool

Do you guys know any of the synonyms to agony there are? Like, suffering, torment, throes, and the like? Yeah? Cool

Are you guys familiar with my Quiet Throes au//fic thing? Yeah? Cool

Agony ghost Bloodmoon. They torment the hell out of the bastard, and hang around Solar sometimes. But mostly stick around Ruin, staring at him, messing with his things, throwing stuff at him, and generally making his life miserable (as it should be)

Tw for the images below: implied suicide attempt, referenced character death, and implied torture//sa

[noahtally-famous]

can't believe this hasn't been said before but unhinged!scarlett and unhinged!dave would be an iconic duo. shame pi didn't get a second season bc these two in an alliance would basically succeed in destroying the island, they'd wipe everyone out

the fact that they're both versions of the nerd character so they're already smart in their own ways, the fact that they have absolutely zero fucks to give anymore, their individual darker sides have come out (whether it was hidden consciously (scarlett) or unconsciously (dave)), and they've each attempted to kill/seriously injure one or more contestant(s) (and mess up the island in the process) just to reach their end goal. imagine if these two found a common goal somehow, literally nothing could get in their paths (except possibly each other)

[liquidchocolatecake]

currently captive audience to a knock down drag out fight in my brain between desire to respect the wishes of the creator and not look for anyone redistributing the comic and god i fucking miss wonderlab i miss wonderlab so much you have no idea i want wonderlab back so bad