#lazy ass teen me could never

[reduced-sour-cream]

Finally went back to the gym today for the first time in now over 3 months

[writingoddess1125]

Young Love pt. 2

Older!Mihawk x Older!FemReader

Fluff - Romance - Spicy Themes - Teaspoon of Angst

Part 1 <<<

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You opened an eye, lifting the hat you'd been using to cover your eyes from the blazing sun to glance at him, pointing a finger at the two in warning.

Usopp had been on the ship for a few days, however one question seemed to burn into his mind while there with the odd band of pirates he had found himself with-

Who was the hobo women that was drinking the place dry and sleeping the the deck all the time!?

"Who is she?.. some homeless person you guys are helping?" Usopp asked, noticing you laid against the railings of the ship half asleep once again. Zoro leaned against the rails and glancing at your resting form-

"A veteran- Shes been pirating longer then we've been alive Luffy managed to convince her to come along till we were ready... Despite being a lazy bum" Zoro explained, You hearing every word he said and had to suppress the urge to throw something at him.. Veteran- Like you were some old soilder.

"As well as the Second best Swordsman-"

"Watch it Moss Head- Or do I need to beat your little ass again?" You chimed, the teen wrinkling his nose at you before huffing.

"Then train me-" He argued, you smiling at this and roll up to your feet and grab your sword.

"Fine- Get ready"

As Kids- You couldn't lie you liked this bunch. When you had been approached by the lengthy teen Luffy while seated at a bar, you'd dismissed him at first that was till a brawl come out and you helped of course- Can't let Marines outshine you.

The defeat of Axe-Hand Morgan and seeing the promise of these younglings you joined them. Teaching them ways of old pirates, Instilling the morals and codes of them- Luffy adored you, Nami was indifferent and Zoro only wanted you to show him tricks from your years as a swordwomen.

"Sloppy footwork!" You yelled, Slashing Zoro to his left as he struggled to keep up with your speed and agility. With ease you smack him on the leg with the back of the sword making him fall to his knee in pain side stepping him as you point your blade at his back.

"One mean ass teacher-" He grumbled, You laughed at this, helping the boy back to his feet.

"Remeber Zoro, Wounds on the back are swordmans greated shame" You say and pat his shoulder, telling him training was over that day. You went back to your spot to rest.. your shoulder was hurting-

By the time you had woken up you were informed you'd arrived at the Baratie- letting them all go ahead as you decided the bar was more up your speed anyway. Taking a seat you ordered a few rounds for yourself, taking the eventing to drink and relax. Eventually the crew coming back to the bar to meet up with you, Having fun as they should as you sat by yourself.

"I see-" He said calmly, his eyes never leaving you and you felt warmth hit your cheeks. He looked to Zoro still high from inflated ego and staring hard at Mihawk-

"(Y/N)?..." A voice called, even in your hazy state it brought you to your youth. Looking back you saw a looming figure over you, the large brim hat blocking the flashing lights from the dance floor as the smell of sea water and bergamot filled your nose. At first confusion painted your features till you saw those yellow eyes- And the large cross that you once called your own over 20 years ago.

"Mihawk?-" You say in surprise, a swirl of confusion in your gaze as you stared at the man. He could only smirk at this.

"(Y/N) why are- Why must we always meet were the alcohol flows the heaviest?" He mused, you couldn't deny he was charming.. even with all the time that had passed. A chuckle breaking through you as he leaned against the bar counter.

"Call it luck Mihawk- Now what brings my old conquest here? Trying for a part two?" The male looking away and you were sure under the right lighting their would be blushing.

"Looking for a young pirate, tasked with bringing him back- Alive" He said calmly, your eyes narrowing st his words.

"That's right... I heard through the grape vines you were a Warlord now- seems it's true" You say carefully taking another sip of your drink.

"And you? What are you now?" Mihawk asked, you smile into your drink as you look at the crew outside drinking.

"A teacher of sorts-" You say with a smile, Mihawk following your gaze he nodded at this. There was a few moments of silence, in truth your heart was beating out of control and you couldn't exactly tell why...

"Must be lucky students- especially to have you around" He said softly, You could hear the flirting in his voice and you winked at him.

"I tend to think so- Besides I showed you a couple of things didn't I?" You reach over and straighten out the cross on his naked chest- it felt like electricity went through your arm when you touched him and clearly he felt the same..

"So you did- maybe it's time I returned the favor" He practically purred and you clearly blushed- The Warlord smiling at the small victory it seemed.

"Charmer as always, I'll be back Mr. Warlord- wait here" You said quickly as you walked away to the washroom. Sighing as you breathed heard in there, the smell of piss burning your nose but that wasn't what hurt- No... You had to recollect yourself- a one night stand from when you were 18 shouldn't have you coming up at the seams like this.. it was illogical.

Getting a grip you march back out, only to see Zoro standing up a fierce look on his face and Mihawk before him. You quickly walking over and looking at the two-

"What is going on? Zoro stand down now-" You bark but he ignores you, Instead you turn to Mihawk.

"Mihawk what is the meaning of this?

You can feel the eyes of the crew now following you in surprise of knowing a Warlord of the Sea so well- enough to call him by his name so casually.

"I'm here for the Captian of this ship it seemes.."

"Luffy? What can you possibly want with that child?" You demand, his eyes finally meetings yours.

"Well it seems your pupil here wishes for us to battle for him-" Mihawk said and you snap your gaze to Zoro in anger, hissing a curse as you knew what this was about.

"Ignore him- Ignore this crew Mihawk.. They are children" You try but the man makes a huff. You standing infront of him more-

"We meet in the morning" Zoro pushed his ideas in and you glared at him-

"You and I both know the world needs a few more wild cards- And Zoro I told you to back down" You try once again to force Zoro to stop this.

"We will meet tomorrow"

Pulling your blade from around his neck your eyes widened.

He said and marched away, Anger boiling in your chest as you grabbed the closest thing and chucked it were Zoro had been standing. The Fool!

The argument that night would have rivaled a hurricane- Zoro too stubborn and too proud to back down and heed your words, you couldn't allow this- But like a mother dealing with a teenager he didn't fucking listen..

By morning you were standing at the pier arms crossed as you waited for Mihawk to arrive. Head lowered as you knew this wouldn't be good- of course right on time the Warlord made his appearance and stood there calmly, Zoro pulling his blades.

That son of a bitch-

It was clear this wasn't a test of Zoro's strength but of your teachings...

Zoros comment lost on you as Mihawk stood there calmly holding the tiny blade.

"I don't hunt rabbits with a canon-"

Kneeling down next to your fallen pupil you placed a hand on him, Proud at his work and courage he had-

The fight was swift, quick in Zoros defeat as your pupil was thoroughly beaten- Stepping forward with your hand drifting to the blade on your hip but Zoro held a hand for you to stop. Pulling his swords away as he held his arms out, your eyes widening as fear made your stomach churn.

"You are defeated, why do you still persist?" Mihawk said, almost amused by his resilience.

"Wounds on the back are a Swordmans greatest shame-" Your words hitting you back like a damn brick-

Mihawk eyes widening at this as he readied his blade.

"Magnificent-" He mused before striking Zoro across the chest, You wince but know it was a lesson.. not to kill.

"You did well my student...I am proud" You say softly, Zoro wincing in pain at hearing this. Luffy rushing to his wide as you rise from your position next to him and Zoro claimed his loyalty to his Captian and vow to improve.

You glance at Mihawk, Rage in your eyes as he stared at you. Placing the blade back around his neck-

Watching him walk towards the pier once more prepared to leave, You quickly following him as your hand went to your blade.

"How dare you!" You hissed in rage, Staring on Mihawk as you both stood at the pier. Pulling the blade from your hip ready for face your former conquest.

"You did all this to humiliate him and me- I will not take this lying down Mihawk" You said angrily, deep down knowing there was some joke to be had in the comment.

"I will not fight you (Y/N)-" He said calmly not even bothering to touch his blade, Anger rising in your blood as you grabbed his coat with a single hand quickly in rage.

"Why the Hell Not!?" You yelled, Mihawks eyes softening at you as his fingers went to your shoulder were the thick scars of a shattered shoulder were hidden under your shirt and have a gentle squeeze, gasping as pain rushed through your system and you dropped your sword.

"I will not-" He explained, tears welling in your eyes as the heavy feeling of pain pulled your chest. You grabbing his hand that was placed on your shoulder.

"...I could tell the moment I saw you... your shoulder-"

"Shut up-" You hissed, Tears rolling down your cheeks as you force his hand away from your shoulder but Mihawk grabs you quickly so you couldn't run- Seeing his eyes like a sworm of emotions.

"What happened?-" He demanded, Clearly he wanted to know what had kept you from reaching the full potential from being his match.. Sorrow now gripping your throat as you looked down ashamed-

"It was an accident- My ship was taken up by a hurricane... I survived by my arm was crushed" You admit, Mihawk wincing as he heard this all. Pulling his hand away from your shoulder, watching the crushing sorrow overcome your form.

"I-" You heard a sudden crash, Turning to see Arlongs ships coming towards the resturant. Ready to rush forward Mihawk grabbed you-

"What are you doing!?" You growled in anger, But Mihawks eyes were gentle.

"Stopping you- Your chicks are ready to spread their wings.. These are hard lessons for them ones they need in order to be pirates... understand?" You wanted to argue, you wanted to fight... But deep down you knew he was right..

"Then what?" You say, Mihawk taking a step back.

"We go drink... and wait" He said truthfully.. and in this moment that sounded all right-

When you returned, you had heard of Arlong and Nami, the betral and pain it had caused the crew. You wanted to break in the little ginger bitch teeth however kept your opinion back.

"Luffy- It's best to cut your losses-" You start but Luffy Looked at you, His face twisted up like a storm in a way you hadn't seen before.

"You said I needed to make Captian decisions (Y/N)- This is it. We are going to bring Nami Back" He said firmly, You staring at the firm faced teen and smiling proudly.

"I see there is nothing left to teach you... May the tides be kind to you Luffy" You said with a smile, Luffy smiling as he hugged you suddenly, knowing that you would also not be joining him on his mission- Your teachings were done and you were proud. Pulling away you pat his shoulders with a smile, he walks onto his ship you see a wave of a Captian finally settling on his shoulders.

You watching Usopp and The newest face Sanji also board, You hanging back and instead going back to the resturant to get a meal from Zeff as well as a chat from the old Pirate to help patch up your Pupil back on the ship which he agreed to.

By evening you stand there on the pier next to Zeff as the crew set sail. A tear tears going down your cheek as they do-

You stand on the pier watching the Going Merry sail away from the small refuge. You knew your role wouldn't be permanent on the ship, it just wasn't who you were- But it did make you sad to see them sailing off to their next adventure without your guidance. Like a mother bird watching their chicks leave the nest-

"They will be fine.. you taught them well"

You heard a low voice next to you, not even having to look to know it was Mihawk who now occupied the space next to you.

"...Still sad to see them go" You admit, finally looking to Mihawk who had such a gentle look on his stoic face. His gaze soft as he seemed to admire you- Warmth developing your face.

"What? Youre staring at me hard-"

"Want to go to the bar nearby?" He said softly, a knowing twinkle in his yellow eyes. There was a pause before both of you cracked wide smile and chuckled a bit together.

"You know what, That sounds like a wonderful idea~" You finally say with a playful wink.

His fingers lacing around your own, a hint of a smile playing on his face- You giving his hand a gentle squeeze in reassurance.

"Oh and please don't rob me in the inn this time" Mihawk jest, remembering having to sleep outside the days afterwards. A laugh slipping past your lips as you shake your head and promise not too, the two of you walked back hand in hand.

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[redsrooftopprincess]

Drugs HCs

Warnings: alcohol, marijuana, pills, nicotine

@ninnosaurus inspired me, so here's a few headcanons about the boys relationships to intoxicants.

Leo

Alcohol.

Doesn't drink much. A cup of sake with Dad on special occasions, and occasionally he'll have a glass of wine with April if he's over at their apartment, but it slows him down and makes him feel like too many things are out of his control.

Nicotine.

Keeps a pack of cigarettes squirreled away in a hollowed out brick on the roof of the garage. Occasionally, he'll stay out late on patrol and smoke while watching the sunrise before heading inside. Raphael will sometimes join him, especially when they're trying to work something out, either interpersonally or with a mission. Don and Mikey don't know.

Marijuana.

Never. It dulls his senses and makes him slow, sending his anxiety through the roof. Paranoia is a real problem when he smokes weed, so he just doesn't. He also HATES the smell.

Other/Misc.

Used to look at addicts with contempt as weak and lazy, until he got stuck by a needle while stopping a mugging. He never found out what was in that needle, and he wishes he could forget what it felt like, because there's a part of him that would hunt down every dealer in the city to feel that way again. Now he makes a point to drop addicts off in front of rehab facilities instead of police stations.

Raph

Alcohol.

He'll drink pretty much whatever. When given the choice, he's a whiskey guy. Usually neat unless he's got company.

Nicotine.

Had a pretty bad habit as a teen, gave Leo his first cigarette, but has since kicked it. Occasionally he'll have a cigarette with Leo before bed or by himself after a particularly satisfying ass-kicking, but it's by no means a habit.

Marijuana.

Hell. Yes. You mean he *doesn't* have to be in a fuckton of pain, *and* he can get his mind to shut the fuck up for a little while? He doesn't get to do it often, but he'll smoke if he has a night off, or he'll head down the south tunnels and smoke with Mikey if he notices little bro's depression is getting the best of him. He's not shy about smoking in his room. Especially if he's trying to annoy Leo.

Other/Misc.

The healthist of the four when it comes to substances. As a teen, he had a minor substance problem, but he grew out of that. Tried pills once, hoping they would help with his pain, and ended up puking in the bathroom for three hours. He decided the pain was better. Also takes a LOT for anything to effect him.

Donnie

Alcohol.

Microbrews. He makes his own.

Nicotine.

Occasionally. He'll bum one off Raph when he's really stressed out.

Marijuana.

He and Mikey are working on developing a strain that is strong enough for them to not have to smoke an entire bowl, it's more of a brotherly pet project than anything else. He has to test each batch to keep records, of course. Beyond that, he'll occasionally smoke in the lab when he wants to get more creative than logical with what he's working on.

Other/Misc.

Adderall. RARELY, but he keeps a bottle in the lab. He hates the crash, but sometimes his brain just wants to focus on too many things at once, and he needs to work on something important.

Mikey

Alcohol.

Keeps a bottle of Jameson in his room for the nights when his depression is just too loud, so he can drink himself unconscious. It usually takes more than the bottle. Sometimes he's tired enough that he gets lucky. Outside of that he drinks occasionally, but really doesn't like the taste.

Nicotine.

Hates the taste of cigarettes, but owns a hooka and has a great shisha supplier on tap. Will occasionally host hookah sessions with appetizers and drinks when he's feeling super social. Even Splinter joins them occasionally.

Marijuana.

Yes.

Other/Misc.

Has, by far, the most unhealthy relationship with substances and has tried most of the party drugs out there. However, he's got hard limits on the harder drugs. LSD is by far his favorite, but he only takes it once every couple of months.

Bonus! Splinter

Alcohol.

Sake on special occasions, but he really likes this fizzy lemonade drink Michaelangelo handed him once while at a party. Occasionally one happens to appear in, and then disappear from, the refrigerator. The boys don't ask questions.

Nicotine.

Cigarettes are a hard no. The smell sticks to his fur and he hates it. If the boys smoke he makes them shower as soon as they come inside. He will, however smoke hookah with company when he's feeling up to it.

Marijuana.

Mikey convinced him to try it for his arthritis. He smokes in the evening before bed. Leo doesn't say anything.

Other/Misc.

He knows. Of course he knows. However, he only recently discovered Michelangelo's drinking problem. He is currently meditating on the best way to approach him about it.

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[satrs]

i just read the cliche post and like- DAMNNNNNN

But now isagi's part got me thinking what if, milf reader??? VEKFBKSNS please i just wanna be this hot ass mom who has teens drooling on her, i dONT HAVE ANY SCENARIO IN MIND BUT PLEASEE i am begging fr

AHHHH OMG YOUR MIND!!! VSKDKXKX THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!

ＭＩＬＦ!?

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ; Isagi Yoichi. Itoshi Sae. Shidou Ryusei. Nagi Seishiro. Otoya Eita.

Tags; Age gap(they're in their early 20's, reader in her late 30's). mention of kids. breeding kink. creampie. nicknames(good boy, ma', mommy, baby). some subby guyss

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ 18+!!! // ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰʀᴇᴀᴅ

ISAGI YOICHI.

I just knowww he's a sucker for hot MILFs ♡

He loves everything about them! He loves how they are so mature and how they're so experienced in sex life!

And you are no exception. He was always looking forward to seeing you, feeling the urge to take care of you after you had another stressful day with work and your kids :(

You jumped up and down, rocking your hips at a tantalizing speed, leaving him comepletely pussydrunk.

"Yes baby fuckkk, use me." Your aching heat clenched at his words. He was the best. Letting you use him as you pleased, getting rid of

all the stress you had throughout the day.

He threw is head back, adams apple throbbing as your rythm increased, his hands flying to take a hold of your asscheeks. "Yesyesyes, fuck!", he groaned, to lost over the feeling of you around him, subconsiously thursting his hips up into yours, causing you to moan out his name.

No man was ever able to please you like this young man did, always tending to all your needs.

ITOSHI SAE.

Hear me out. I think he would really enjoy himself a nice milf.

It’s just something about you that makes his cock stir in his pants, probably the fact that you were so ridiculously beautiful, aging like fine wine.

He loves and worshippes every single part of your body, from your pregnancy strechmarks to your amazing thighs. And he never failed to let you know how beautiful you were.

"God.", you sighed out, hand threading into his red locs. "Don't stop Sae, oh shit!" You moans caused the man to groan into your aching heat, hands firmly griping your thighs, holding you in place, wide open for his mouth to devour.

Your legs started to lock around his head, almost robbing his breath. But he didn't mind. Hell, he would die a happy man if he were to die being suffocated by your elegant thighs.

It barely took you one more flick of his tongue to succumb to him, legs shaking at the hard impact of your orgasm. He lapped up your juices, overstimulating you in the process.

"Fuck, I could do this all day."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

He is literally obsessed with MILFs idc.

Would do ANYTHING for a gorgeous woman like yourself.

Suck your sore titties? Done. Feed your baby because you’re so exhausted? Already finished. Fucking your brains out while your child is at daycare? Oh, he loves that.

He always tells you how he would love to have kids with you himself, knowing they would be beautiful given to your genetics.

„Yeah? You like that ma‘? I know you do.“

Whines and whimpers escaped your plumb lips, his cock drilling in and out of you from behind at an rapid pace.

„Yes Ryusei! I love it, love it!“ you slurred put incoherent words of praise into the pillow, causing the mans chest to swell with pride.

„I‘ll fill you up so good, make you a mommy again. Whatcha say?“

You whined at that, back arching even further and the image of him filling you to the brim with his juice heavy in your mind.

Maybe another child would be nice, right?

NAGI SEISHIRO.

Loves them bc he is so lazy urgh

You just take such great care of him, not letting him lift a finger and you never complain about him ever.

And to top it all of, you were so incredibly sexy, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

He just feels like being in heaven when he rings at your doorbell late at night when your kid is asleep, begging you to take care of him :(

„You’re such a good boy you know that right, Sei'?“ you questioned while your slim fingers stroked his throbbing cock.

„Mhmm, yes mommy. Such a good boy for you. Only you“ he whined, dangerously close to his orgasm.

„Well then“, you began, pace of your hand increasing, stimulating his sensitive tip with your tumb, „prove it to me and cum, babyboy.“

He was a slave to you and your words, immediately cumming all over your hand and his pelvis.

Whispers of thanks spilled from his lips, „Thank you so much mommy.“

OTOYA EITA.

MILF hunter🤷🏽‍♀️

Being a single mom is not for the weak, causing you to sometimes be more dominant with the people around you.

He just loves when you put him into him place, calming him down from his prideful behavior

Acting like a careless and heartbreaking playboy? Nah, not around your watch.

"So good, you feel so good", eita commented, dick silding in and out of your squeezed together thighs. "Mhm? think you deserve to be inside of me?", you inquired in a teasing manner, smirk adoring your lips at his ragged breathing.

He didn't say anything, already knowing the answer. "That's what I thought. Next time, you better not act out of line again, hm?"

Even though he was on top of you, you were the one in control. Always.

He nodded, completely falling under our spell, enjoying the feeling of your plush thighs around his aroused length.

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[sunthyme]

Ah... welcome to another instalment of my headcanons. I lowkey lied again but I think my prefect will be the last of the headcanons to come out. Tyty for all the love, as always, and now...

🪶The NRC Staff🪶

Trying to find characters I hadn't already twisted for my student ocs to make my staff ones was such a pain 😭😭😭 but here they are!!

🐦‍⬛Dire Crowley🐦‍⬛

(he/it) - Bisexual

The most USELESS HEADMASTER EVER!!! God, I know his SSR card looks great but I won't pull for it istg this bitch. We could have had Sam or Crewel but nooooo...

- I wanted him to look a bit older but since we don't know his age, I didn't push it too much. No spoilers for book 7 but I assume he's probably fae or smth idk.

- You'll notice I honestly didn't change much about the staff in general but I do like most of their design already. Kept his sclera dark cause it looked cool and made the gold eyes pop.

- He talks in a weird mix of old language that literally no one uses, like hella old-fashioned, and poorly used teen lingo. He's trying... A for effort, ig.

- His house and office are super cluttered with a ton of stuff he's found throughout the years but knows exactly where things are. His memory's actually incredibly good, he's just lazy. He likes to collect teaspoons.

- Later in the story, when he starts kinda view the prefect as his kid of sorts, it starts dropping off little trinkets at Ramshackle. Various things from old photos to books with old annotations to pretty rocks. He just wants the prefect to make the dorm 'more homey'.

- I'll get into this more with my prefect design but when Crowley attended NRC (in my headcanon idk if he actually did), he was a Ramshackle student. As such, my MC is using his old uniform as he didn't have any extra ones.

- He really likes cats but they just fcuking hate him. Lucius hisses everything he see Crowley. This is why he cries himself to sleep.

Enough of my dead-beat dad, onto the good dad!

🐕Divus Crewel🐕

(he/they) Transmasc - Panasexual

The good father-figure!! I love Crewel. Also, ignore me misspelling his name in the big one, I thought it had two 'l's...

- He is my Mexican father. Idk they give like simultaneously abuelita and Mexican mom vibes and I am so here for it. (Apparently also Jewish grandma vibes according to @thearchiveofalexandria but I wouldn't know lol).

- I also think he'd be older, like late 40s/early 50s but because of those anti-ageing Mexican genes, they look like 30. (Literally, my mom gets mistaken for being that young, she's in her 50s) Gave him some gray hair at the back but don't be fooled, that's just from putting up with Crowley's bullshit. The shit that goes down in-game for sure results in a couple grey hairs for poor Crewel.

- Is the father figure I never knew I needed, well, my prefect anyway. I know my MC would go to him for anything ranging from 'Crowley's threatening to cut off my water supply!' to 'Can you help me make a Halloween costume?' and his ass always helps. Stan Papa Crewel.

Oh god, this next one was HELL ON EARTH I hate drawing masculine men...

🏈Ashton Vargas🏈

(he/him) - Heterosexual

God, I hate Vargas' og design. The worst part is it does it's job, I couldn't find much to change. Also, didn't even know he had a first name lmaooo.

- I gave him more of a beard because it looked so fcuking bad without it ong 😭😭😭 I hated this... that's pretty much all I did.

- That being said, I do think Vargas wants the best for his students. Wait. Dad-bod Vargas. Guys, I just had an epiphany.

- He's got a wife, kids in like elementary school, and like two dogs idk. I feel like he's older thirties. He's giving total family man and likes to cheer on his students like they're his kids too.

- I feel like he's got mad ADHD and it's one of the reasons he became a gym teacher, just to be constantly moving and doing stuff.

My opinion of Vargas has increased while writing this. Onto my funky uncle...

🏷️Sam Cecil🏷️

(he/they/it) Genderqueer - Asexual Aromantic

I LOVE SAM!!📢📢

- They're like mid-twenties, I don't know if they went to college but if they did, they were a business major. I gave him a last name too, idk the fact that he didn't have one made me mad. Cecil cause Dr. Facilier had a daughter named Cecilia apparently.

- I tossed in a couple more piercings and I love the idea that he has tattoos too.

- He's like the fun uncle that occasionally sponsor your weird ideas. Wanna make cookies at 3am? His store's still open. Need some Nerf guns? He's got 'em. If he says it's in stock, he will literally have anything. Don't ask, he won't answer you anyway.

- Also has crazy good like and low-key knows the future but typically drops hints in a joking manner. He's also very good at communing with the dead, sales for sessions are discounted in October.

- Incredibly rich. Probably canon given his store branches and the crazy shit he has in his shop but I felt the need to reaffirm it.

- Also supplies Ramshackle with snacks and groceries. My MC works at its shop part time in return but I firmly believe that it'd refuse to let the MC starve.

Now for the gramps,

📚Mozus Trein📚

(he/him) Transmasc - Heterosexual

- Trans old man, idk. He is to me. Also, he's both the history and literature teacher.

- Also changed pretty much nothing lol, he's just an old trans man whose sick of Crowley's bullshit (you'll notice a running theme).

- All the grandpa memes and stereotypes are so true for him. His drinks tea every afternoon, plays chess with Crewel (that's canon btw), and squints whenever you try to show him something, especially on a phone.

- He uses a flip phone mobile-y but his house has a rotary one. His daughters keep telling him to replace it but he refuses, saying modern one are too complicated. His daughters also went to Royal Blade as he originally worked there before recently transferring to NRC.

- Hates pumpkin-flavoured anything so doesn't care much for fall. Winter is his favourite season though as he loves sitting with Lucius by the window on snowy days and reading. Very academiacore, gramps.

- He totally advocated for NRC to allow students to use preferred names.

Onto the ocs!!

🪐Mèng yáo Yuan🪐

(she/they/it) Agender - Biromantic Demisexual

- First up is Mèng yáo, twisted from the Horned King from The Black Cauldron. Never seen it personally but @thearchiveofalexandria has and recommended I use its villain.

- She's Chinese and a fae of sorts so she's likely quite old, though she looks in her twenties.

- She's the astrology and philosophy teacher because I thought it would make for a good course since it's mentioned in passing in Book 4.

- She's also skilled in potionology and she and Crewel test out potions for Crewel to teach in class. She is intrigued by the concept of immortality but it's more of a passive study for her.

- She's really bad at getting jokes, though she tries. She's generally not too familiar with modern human concepts but does her best to learn.

Finally,

💎Kore Gorgon💎

(she/her) - Sapphic

- Kore is based on Madame Medusa from The Rescuers, which, fair warning, I ALSO haven't seen. I really needed villains though lol. I read the wiki page and prayed tbh.

- She's around her mid-fifties and is the Math and Physics teacher. She works to integrate known magical physics with standard math and physics and teaches such.

- Her wife is named Crystal (based on an inspo character for Madame Medusa) and they're Kyra's adoptive parents. This is a small nod to Madame Medusa having two pet crocodiles. Kyra kept her parent's names as a sort of way to remember them but likes her adoptive moms a lot too.

- Kore's name is a reference to another name for Persephone and is associated with not only 'the maiden' with the underworld as well.

- She loves shiny things and adores being dressed to the nines all the time. She has a small collect of pretty rocks and tends to decorate her classroom with various trinkets.

- She and Crewel get along super well as their personalities are rather similar. (Fun fact: Madame Medusa not only was heavily inspired by Cruella De Vil, but also served as an origin for Ursula's design.)

- She has bipolar disorder and does her best to work around it, sometimes having pre-recorded lectures if she's not able to be in person.

I'll be sharing my designs for some side and family characters tomorrow so stay tuned! Love y'all!🩷🩷🩷

[theclowngod]

I’m dragging you all down with me, I’ve been getting into my past

Personal HCs of the Five beasts!

(Yiiipeee-)

Eternal Sugar Cookie (She/They)

-Youngest of the group and I mean, she was doing her job as the Virtue of happiness in her pre-teen years

-She’s a gifted child burn-out

-Sugar was a big push over before. Now she’s a lazy and stubborn girl who relies on her magic than her own strength

-Her and Spice are actually siblings with a Daki and Gyutaro dynamic from Demon slayer

-She doesn’t know how to act like a child till she pulls out a tantrum

Burning Spice Cookie (He/Him)

-Has the right morals, does the wrong actions

-He has a savior complex that adds to his ego. he’s you’re everyday Himbo with some complexity

-He a skillful warrior and able to weld a weapon on either side of his hands (He’s ambidextrous)

-He does the thing he does out of love for all (his friends & family stuff) but in a more selfish way to make him forgive his destructive actions

-He’s in love with Shadow Milk Cookie way before they’ve corrupted and still does now

-He does care for Sugar in his own violent way

Mystic Flour Cookie (She/Her)

-This woman is an embodiment of god complex cause holy she’s egotistical

-She’s also very two-faced even towards her friends where she’s this calm and motherly like figure to a crazy ass bitch who enjoys taking life

-Flour was force to play the role as a god towards her followers but the “pretending to be god” got into her head

- Can only tolerate Silent Salt Cookie, everyone else will drive her more mad than she is

-She’s a bit older with only Silent salt over her

Silent Salt Cookie (They/Them)

-Was the last to be corrupted after being rejected by others while they needed help

-As in they are named, They’re very quiet and the more level-headed one of the five. He’s mostly filled with anger & regrets that he keeps to themselves

-Unlike Spice, Salt is a overwhelming power of a swordsman that could cut the moon with a single swing

-They don’t agree with most of Shadow Milk Cookie’s decisions and have rare occasions where they would argue with him but never works out well

-They are the oldest of the five in terms of ages

Last one: They do care about each other deeply but trauma and insanity get in the way of them bonding

Alright I’m out byeee :DDDD

[fatfables]

New Story! - Fat Boys in Space!

“I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they chose me! After all the hard work I’ve put in, I’ve finally made it!”

Shane had good reason to be ecstatic. He had been dreaming of this since he was seven years old. For the last twelve years he had done nothing but sit around snacking and playing simulated games in his room. He always did his best to consume the minimum daily calories, he had skipped school, given up all sports, sat on his ass, and eaten his way to success. He had done everything required of him to become a test pilot and had actually been chosen out of thousands of wannabe Surfeits to represent the Surplus Space Core. His parents were delighted.

The day before he left for Florida his friends threw him a surprise party. The whole town of Abundance, Oklahoma, population 136, came out to celebrate with him. All of his best friends were there; ‘Chonky’ Charlie Cheesecake, ‘Meaty’ Mike Mitchell, ‘Flabby’ Francis France, and ‘Portly’ Paul Porter. The whole gang was there. They were all super stoked for their friend but also incredibly jealous.

“I can’t mmfff believe that you got mmff picked,” Chonky said through a mouthful of Cadbury’s Chocolate Roll.

“What did you mmff do that’s so mmff fucking special?” Asked Meaty through a mouthful of meatloaf.

“He mmff did fucking mmff nothing. He just mmff got mmff lucky,” said Flabby through a mouthful of sour Kimchi.

“I mmff guess they mmff just appreciated mmff just how mmff fat and mmff lazy I’ve mmff been,” said Shane through a massive mouthful of mmff meatballs.

“He is mmff the laziest mmff kid in mmff Abundance,” said Chonky supportively through another mouthful of Chocolate Roll.

The other boys were forced to nod in agreement. All of their mouths were too full to speak. 

All of them had been born into the Abundance community within the last twenty years and took their mmff lifestyle for granted. Their parents, or their grandparents, had at some point chosen to join the Surplus, they knew no different.

Life for them was all pizzas and parties. None of them knew when or where the Surplus movement had started and none of them cared to ask. Life was too much fun, too fulfilling. Everything tasted too good to question why. All they knew to do was play simulated games and eat. What else was there?

All of the adults in Abundance were at least 300 lbs and most of the kids were fatter. Especially the teens. Afterall, every parent wants their kid to have a better life than they’ve had. This was the Surplus way.

Shane was 332 lbs and 5 ft 10 in tall. He had short brown hair, parted on the left, and big chubby chipmunk cheeks to match his wide oval belly. He had always been a contented and happy boy, who never wanted for anything - except to go into space. His loving parents had always doted on their only child and had always supplied him with all the food he could ever need. They were so proud of their ‘Sugarplum boy.’ And now he had been selected to represent their kind in the race to find a new home.

The dream of building a moon base where the Surplus could live comfortably and grow to as of yet unachievable sizes in a lower gravity atmosphere had been out of reach for the last three generations due to the financial efforts required for such a mission. Now after the government purchase of the McDonald’s corporation the money was finally in place to actually do it. And Shane had been chosen.

As the guest of honour at the party Shane was expected to consume more than any other person there. Outeating the other 135 members of his town was a challenge that he was relishing. He had long been able to out eat his parents, a source of pride for them, and his friends, although they hated to admit this. However, there were one or two locals there who made him very nervous. The main one was an older boy called Dave Domycket. Dave was a lot heavier than Shane though also quite muscular. He had bought into the gluttony of his parents lifestyle but had never quite got to grips with the sedentary nature of it. He had always been full of energy and hence moved too much. This is why he had not been chosen. He really needed some Ritalin with his ramen.

Shane shouldn’t have worried, ‘Chonky’ Charlie had him covered. He had spent the last two hours filling the hyperactive twenty something with beer. Dave was too drunk and bloated to pose a threat. Being unaware of this Shane ate with gusto. He gobbled down gammon and gravy, pigged out on pork, and stuffed himself silly with spaghetti. His rotund belly swelled and he went to bed that night safe in the knowledge that he would turn up in Florida the next day as fat as a ball of butter.

Corpulent Chuck met him the next day at the gates to the base.

“My you are shorter than your weight is designed for aren’t you!” He said as he welcomed Shane with a big bear hug. “I’m sorry that the Captain isn’t here to meet you himself but he couldn’t be bothered. He’s in his room eating pure bacon and playing simulated Restaurant Owner 5.”

“No problem,” said Shane, “I’m sure he’s not a very busy man.”

Corpulent Chuck showed Shane around the base. It generally went like this:

“This is the mmff human mmff centrifuge. We probably mmff won’t worry about mmff putting you in that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff centrifuge. Would you like an mmff Snickers?”

“Yes please.”

“This is the mmff anti-gravity rig. We mmff don’t need to mmff concern ourselves about mmff that.”

“This is the mmff vending machine by the mmff anti-mmff-gravity thingamajig. Would you like another mmff Snickers?”

“Thank you.”

“This is the mmff control centre. I probably should mmff introduce you to the the mmff people in there but over here is the mmff canteen shall we get some mmff lunch?”

“Yes please. I’m starving!”

The two of them sat down to a light lunch of twenty six cheeseburgers. While they munched, Corpulent Chuck explained the nature of the mission to Shane in more detail. I’ll paraphrase it for you so that it goes mmff quicker.

The basic Surplus moonbase is already in place but is currently unmanned due to an incident that Corpulent Chuck can’t divulge. Shane’s job is to fly up there solo to check out the base in order to ensure that it’s safe for habitation. He won’t need any special training for this because if it isn’t then he will die. They will then know that there is a problem that hasn’t gone away. If it is safe, then all he has to do is call them from the base and they’ll send another team up to join him. Simple.

Shane smiled and nodded in agreement, like he understood, because he wasn’t listening. He was too busy eating his cheeseburgers and watching his stomach grow like a good boy.

The next day he was dressed up in a spacesuit, shoved into a rocket, shown where the food dispenser was, and told that the autopilot would take care of everything.

The G-force during take-off was like nothing he had ever experienced before. His heavy 48 inch ass was flattened out as he was pushed down into his chair. His belly sank down to his knees and splayed out over his thighs like a tablecloth. His moobs pressed down into his chest like an elephant was sitting on them and his chubby chipmunk cheeks jiggled around at a fantastic speed. He had never felt so heavy. He loved it. It was like he had suddenly become a hundred times heavier. Space really was a dream come true. I never knew that zero gravity would feel this good, he thought.

He really hadn’t been to school in the last five years.

After a few minutes the force began to lessen as the rocket left the Earth's atmosphere behind. After ten minutes a big sign lit up telling him that it was safe to remove his seatbelt.

He was shocked and amazed when his huge 338 lb ass floated up out of the seat. For a moment he was caught up in a mild panic as he just floated aimlessly around the cabin bumping into instruments. But he quickly got used to it and remembered about the food dispenser.

Having never been swimming it took him a few more moments to realise that he needed to move his arms in order to propel himself in the direction that he wanted to go. Nobody had warned him that he would be required to exercise. He swam ungracefully through the air banging his belly and butt into everything along the way. One machine buzzed at him when he did so but he didn’t worry about it.

When he reached the food dispenser he tried to browse the touchscreen menu in order to select the McDonald’s items on offer in space. This proved to be difficult due to the thick gloves that he was wearing on his fat hands. He bashed his fat fingers against the screen in frustration and by sheer chance and will power managed to order thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries. He really wanted some standard cheeseburgers as well but couldn’t seem to manage it, no matter how many times he bashed his fat palm against the menu.

He punched the screen in frustration. There was a loud whirring sound and thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were fired out of a dispensing hatch straight at him.

The shock of this caused him to fly a few feet backwards and he bashed into another machine that clicked and clunked. He looked around him at all the tasty floating meaty treats and wondered how in hell he was supposed to eat any of it with this stupid helmet on.

In the cockpit a screen was flashing telling him that the oxygen level was in standard parameters and that it was safe to remove his suit and helmet.

He screamed in hangry frustration and once more flew backwards, this time onto a remote latch with a red warning light on it. The light flashed behind him and the emergency door opened. His bulging ass, thirty two Big Macs, seventeen quarter pounders, ninety two nuggets, twenty six strawberry milkshakes, and a hundred and twelve portions of fries were sucked out into the vacuum of space.

“I need to talk to KOFC. There’s been another incident.”

“Please wait a minute. I’ll try to connect you.”

“Hello Mr President Sir, this is Captain Crunch. We’ve lost another one.”

“Oh for mmff’s sake! You useless fucking mmff piece of mmff shit! Do you have any fucking mmff idea how much these fucking mmff rockets mmff cost?!”

“Apologies, Sir. Yes, I do, Sir.”

“What the fuck happened this mmff time?”

“Emergency door malfunction.”

“And the mmff pilot?”

“Dead Sir.”

“Oh well, Just chose another fucking mmff one. At least we’ve got plenty of mmff them!”

[earako]

Ughhh okay this idea won't leave, short form for now may expand on it later

-/-

It wasn't fair.

"Ambrosius..."

It just wasn't fair.

"Love, you're being dramatic."

"You're not being dramatic enough," Ambrosius shot back, aiming a totally-not-a-pout at his -totally-not-laughing-at-him boyfriend. His not-pout deepened at Ballister trying and failing to calm down his snorting laughter

"It's really not that serious," Ballister managed to finally get out through his laughter. Ambrosius shook his head at him.

"It is that serious, Bal! This is is like, a right of passage for couples!" Ambrosius exclaimed, almost slapping Ballister with his own hoodie sleeve.

Although Ballister was the slightly shorter one of the pair his clothing was always just a little bit oversized on Ambrosius. Not enough for Ambrosius to look like he was swimming in Ballister's hoodies, just enough to look baggy on Ambrosius' frame.

He loved wearing Ballister's hoodie, of course it could never beat the real thing, but during the few days or nights were duties [a.k.a rebuilding an entire bloody society] kept them apart Ballister's hoodie felt like a warm embrace and smelled of home.

To put it in less poetic terms, wearing Ballister's clothing made Ambrosius feel safe and loved.

And he wanted to do the same with Ballister.

Too bad Ambrosius shoulders said no.

Now, Ambrosius was aware that Ballister was more broad shouldered than he was, but he figured his hoodies could stretch and they tended to sit pretty loosely on him. So when Ballister relinquished on of his hoodies to Ambrosius Ambrosius took off his own hoodie and offered it to Ballister.

It didn't fit.

It couldn't even get over Ballister's shoulders.

Ballister of course, shrugged it off, but to Ambrosius this was the height of unfairness and, "Stop laughing, Ballister!" Ambrosius said, pulling his giggling boyfriend into his arms and beginning to pepper his face in kisses. "You wanna laugh? Fine, I'll give you a reason to laugh!" Ballister shrieked in glee as he was lovingly assulted with kisses all over his face, nose, neck, hands.

"What's gotten into you today?" Ballister asked though breathless giggles. Ambrosius managed to answer him through his little kiss attack.

"You always let me steal your hoodies. You also deserve the boyfriend hoodie experience."

"Am- lover it's not your fault I have big ass shoulders."

"Still wanna see in my hoodie," Ambrosius pouted into a kiss he placed on the hollow of Ballister's neck. He felt a puff of air above him, most likely Ballister sighing.

"If it means that much to you, you ridiculous man, we can figure something out. Does seeing me in your clothes mean that much to you?"

"Immensely."

"Alright then."

The next day the couple went rifling through Ambrosius closet, surely there had to be something large enough to fit Ballister.

After what felt like hours of digging Ambrosius finally found an old, stretched out, oversized sweater he used in his teen years. Back then when Ambrosius was feeling lazy in the winter months he'd just throw on two or three sweaters instead of trying to move around in his bulky winter coat.

He looked at the sweater, then at Ballister. He grabbed his boyfriend's ankle and dragged him over, earning a yelp and a startled "AMBROSIUS!"

Without a word, and really just Ballister being an indulgent boyfriend, Ambrosius bundled Ballister into his old sweater.

He sat back to admire his handiwork.

It fit over Ballister's shoulders alright. It actually managed to look baggy on him, the sleeves entirely covered Ballister's hands and if he were standing Ambrosius imagined the hem would fall to maybe just past Ballister's mid thigh.

Suddenly, those t.v shows and movies his classmates watched where the boyfriend would just stare at his girlfriend wearing his shirt made sense.

The baggy sweater combined with Ballister's doe eyes and the blush on his face...

"Adorable." Ballister's blush deepened. "You're biased-hey!" Another shriek emerged from Ballister as Ambrosius dove to cuddle his boyfriend nuzzling his face into his lovers chest.

"Adorable, Bal. So cute. So pretty. Love you."

"Not another kiss attack!" Ballister groaned though he only laughed and reached up to hug Ambrosius closer to him.

Through the numerous kisses Ambrosius was littering him with, Ballister finally managed to ask, "So...we fair on the boyfriend hoodie thing?" Ambrosius paused in his kisses and stared down at Ballister with a cheeky grin.

"Nope!"

"Wait what-"

"Need to buy some over sized hoodies, gonna wear em for a week then put them on you!"

"Am- you are a ridiculous, silly man do you know that?" Ambrosius leaned up to place a kiss on Ballister's nose.

"I'm -you're- ridiculous, silly man."

[ceoofhelaegon]

Having read F&B before hotd, I was just draw to the greens from the start.

I LOVED the Anne Boleyn vibes book alicent was giving. I always thought she never really hated Rhaenyra as a person (it was mentioned they had a good relationship when she first married V) but when it was obvious she’s a danger to her children and grandchildren she was determined to protect her family and own children over Rhaenyra. (Because it’s very understandable that you’d chose your own children over a stepdaughter you hate?). Show alicent was so passive, I felt really bad for her but I really hate they turned her into a victim of circumstances and nothing more.

And aegon and Heleana, where do I even start? This is Rhaenyra vs aegon - and no aegon x Rhaenyra scenes?!?! I’m so confused. Book aegon was a “lazy” teen who liked wine and women. Which makes him… a normal teenager? He was def not a nice guy but he was an active capable character. Same with heleana , who was actually a better queen than Rhaenyra. KL literally kicked Rhaenyra’s ass out of love for heleana. My girl claimed Dreamfyre, had the love and respect of her family and was a good queen that was loved by her people. Rhaenyra could never lolll also alicent was beloved of the small folk. Also alicent being a bad mom on hotd ? Pleaseeee Alicent’s children had nothing but respect and love for her. Heleana brought her babies to her every night, aegon ran to KL as fast as he could to free her. Alicent wasn’t a victim - she was a powerful queen and mother fighting for her children’s lives - as she SHOULD !

Nonnie, it's insane to me when TB book readers are angry at Alicent for not sending for Rhaenyra and Daemon who in the books, are homicidal maniacs, she fed Vaemond's body to her dragon...

Alicent was right, and that is her tragedy...as soon as she had her children, they were doomed because of how dumb Viserys was. Alicent did whatever she could for her children, and it wasn't enough.

She was a great mother, grandmother, and a great Queen as well. The relationship she had with her children was amazing, I would kill for a book with POV chapters just about the greens, their feelings, and dynamics (especially helaegon!!!!!)

What they did with my favourite King and Queen was criminal, Helaena is almost an extra and Aegon is just a plot device. We don't know anything about their motivations and feelings, in general, and about each other.

I don't expect anything to change for season 2, but I'll just enjoy the shit show and laugh at the disgusting plot lines they pull out of their ass.

[kfaem]

the day it all fell || Sylus Qin L&DS

pairing: Sylus x MC (Luna Do) (LATER) cw: zombie apocalypse au, no EVOL au, canon divergence, gore, violence, overall mature themes. zombies are walking dead like zombies notes: if people like this i might try and actually make something out of it lol. also the other guys will make their appearances so dont worry lol

6:24AM

"Luna? C'mon, Pipsqueak, we need to get to school. Grandma's already upset that you skipped yesterday." Caleb shook her awake. She scowled, burying her face in the comfort of her pillows. "Do you really wanna get her angry?"

Luna stirred, glaring at her brother. "I hate you; you know that, right?" Caleb smiled at her with a teasing glint in his eyes, satisfied that she was awake and that it wasn't his ass that was getting scolded. Yet. "I get it, get out!" She swung her legs out from under the warm blankets, the plush material hooking on her foot and tripping her.

Caleb cackled, even beginning to wheeze a bit as she slammed the door behind him. "Screw you, Caleb!" She huffed, kicking the blanket away.

"What was that, young lady?" Grandma's stern, unforgiving voice filled the house, forcing the two into silence. "And you, Caleb, better get ready for school. Neither of you have a good track record, and I do not appreciate the frequent calls from your principal!"

"Yes Grandma…" Silence once again filled the home as Luna dressed in a lazy outfit for the day, knowing that no one really cared what she wore. Except for Grandma, of course.

7:10AM

As both teenagers sat at the table, breakfast food situated on neat plates before them, they couldn't help but glance at their grandmother, who had skipped eating and instead taken to the dishes. "Grandma?" Luna started, ignoring Caleb's kick from under the table. "We're sorry for causing you so much trouble. We really are grateful for you."

Josephine sighed, setting down the dish she was scrubbing. "You both are quite the troublemakers, hm? Ever since you were young…" Her tired eyes held a feeling of love and sadness, looking back on memories long forgotten. "I'm the one who is grateful that I took in such loving children; you two really have given me quite the challenge." She said it with a gentle smile. "Now eat, both of you. We need to leave before 8AM today."

8:36AM

"Love you!" Luna called back to the vehicle, waving at her grandma. Caleb had long since run off, spotting his buddies before the car could even stop. "I'll see you after school, sweetheart."

She walked along the rock pathway, making a b-line for the stairs. A call of her name only made her walk quicker, bursting into a speed walk. "Come on, Luna! Please stop ignoring me!" The purple-haired teen whined as he ran after her. "I know I messed up, but do you really have to drag it on this long?"

"You cheated, Rafayel, I really don't want to fucking hear it." Luna spun around, glaring into his stupid, beautiful eyes. "I would expect you to know what the words fuck off mean, but evidently you don't."

"I promise, it was a misunderstanding, that girl forced herself on me-"

"Fuck off, Rafayel, I don't want to do this again." He sighed, finally backing off. Luna swallowed the doubt that began to grow in her throat, but she knew she deserved better, so she kept walking.

Sitting at her desk in the nearly empty classroom, she groaned, resting her heavy head on her desk. "Ms. Do, I see you finally decided to join us."

"Can we skip this whole bit? You know, the part where you tell me that I'm failing such an easy class, and blah blah blah… I get it. You think I'm oh-so-gifted and I'm wasting my potential, but really, I get this enough from my grandma."

"Actually," Ms. Jenna pulled up a chair, sitting opposite her. "I've been wanting to talk about your last paper, the one about ancient diseases." Luna let her head off the desk, meeting her teacher's eyes. "I know that literary arts have never been your thing, but I would like to recommend you submit it as your senior project. It's beautifully written and highlights the formation of modern medicine, might I add, your paper was one of the few that I've read that was entirely original."

She didn't have the heart to admit that that paper was written by Zayne, her childhood best friend, who skipped most of high school and went straight to college. "I-… I have other ideas, thanks though."

"Luna…" Before her lecture could start, the school bell sounded, and students began to trickle in. "Let's continue this after class."

"Sure," she mumbled, letting her head rest on her arms once again.

9:37AM

The sound of an alarm woke her up, but it wasn't a normal alarm, it was one of those alarms in one of those horror movies. She jolted up, shocked to see her class still in their seats. Ms. Jenna was still as stoic as she always was, continuing her lecture as she wandered over to the light switch, turning them off. Next, through her lecture on long-gone authors from before this century, she brought down the blinds. Finally, one of her classmates, a friendly girl named Tara raised her hand. "Yes?"

"What…what's the alarm going off for?" Tara had always been jumpy, at least from what Luna noticed. "I mean, it's been a few minutes and there's obviously a lot going on in the hallway-"

"It's nothing that concerns us in here, are there any other questions or should I continue?"

Luna raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. Do?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

Ms. Jenna paused, sighing. "No, I'm afraid you can't."

"Are we in a lockdown?" She asked, finally tuning into the sounds going on in the hallway. "We're old enough to know these things, aren't we?"

The intercom sputtered, causing silence in the whisper-filled classroom. A loud shriek filled the room before a voice, the principal, came over the class. "Students, this is your principal. There is a rise in rage-induced violence going on at the moment so please remain inside your classrooms until we solve this issue. Please keep all doors closed and locked, and do not, under any circumstance, open the doors for anybody."

Just as quickly as the announcement came, it ended. Just like that, the class filled with 24 students and one teacher rose all hell. Some are demanding that the door be opened or that they need to find their siblings and friends. However, Luna remained seated, watching as her tough teacher began to sweat as a bunch of teenagers yelled, screamed, and begged.

She slipped her phone out of her sweater pocket, shooting Caleb a text.

Luna: do you know what's going on? why can't we leave?

Caleb: I don't know.

Caleb: I just saw a girl tackle someone and start to… eat them? I don't fucking know, but we've barricaded ourselves into the classroom.

Caleb: Just stay where you are, don't leave, don't make too much noise. Just let the cops get here and deal with it.

She sucked air in through her nose, looking around her classroom and the disarray it was now in. "Tara?" Luna stood, walking over to the girl, who was frozen in her seat. Tara didn't speak, instead handing Luna her cell phone. A live news report had red text running across the screen. Don't interact with any individual, regardless of their condition. Do not get near anybody with any form of bleeding wound or any individuals who resemble a regular, injured civilian.

"What the fuck?" She mumbled, pulling out her own phone to find the same message, which she forwarded to Caleb. "We need to block off the door or something, that's what Caleb did."

"Everyone, just sit back down! There is no sense in panicking!" Jenna shouted, silencing the countless voices. "We don't know what this is, okay? If we jump to conclusions, then everyone will just start to panic and make this so much harder to navigate than necessary."

11:51AM

Panic that once filled the classroom stilled, the students now sitting against the wall, their desks and chairs blocking off the windows and the door. Last she heard of Caleb, his phone was at 3%, and he was preparing to escape with a group of students. That was an hour ago.

A loud slam against the classroom door made everyone jump, some freezing and some covering their mouths to prevent any sound from coming out. A feral growl came through the crack in the door, a choked sound following it. Luna couldn't resist taking a peek.

What she saw terrified her.

It was a girl, a freshman, with blood staining the front of her outfit and her arms and face. Her eyes were gray, as if she were a corpse. A walking corpse. Upon seeing her, the husk of a girl became enraged, scratching and clawing at the door frantically. "Luna, get down right now!" Jenna reached for her, preparing to yank her down.

And then, a chair moved.

Then, a desk.

Then the door.

[oinkinpigprince]

This one is a platonic scenario if you don’t mind. Maybe Charlie and a little sister reader? The sister being a teenager or literally how it was through out the years when she was a baby all the way up to her teens. Boy problems she has, if he’s overprotective or not, and little bickers? I think it would be so wholesomeee 😤

Yippie!! I’ve had like, 0 motivation to write lately. My brother and I had a very very silly relationship(he tried to stab me when we were 7 and 10 and I sprayed his eyes with bleach at 8 and 5) so I think I’m qualified to talk about this :33

Brother Charlie + sister reader

He’s such a dick head brother, omg. He’s like so unserious about everything. He first met you when he was 7 and when his eyes first laid on his darling sister, he gagged almost throwing up, he thought you were an ugly wrinkly man. Your parents love to remind you two about it

Eventually he realized you weren’t a naked mole rat, but in fact a very silly baby. That’s when he finally accepted you, and actually started to like you

When you were around 5 and he was 12 he tried to teach you curse words, thought it was so funny to hear you loudly swear. Maybe taught you a slur, who’s to say

It got better when you were grew up but when you were young he was so mean. He’d tell you the most outlandish lies, just to see what you believed. Who wouldn’t believe their big brother?

Being a teenager though it was kinda lit, he lived with your parents as he went through college so having an older brother who could drive and is also still in his 20s was pretty lit.

He’s hella lazy, if you snuck out he wouldn’t snitch on you but he wouldn’t cover for you. So even though he didn’t go out of his way to help you, he also didn’t snitch

You go to him about any problems you have and he half ass listens to you while munching a granola bar. 50/50 on the advice being good, it’s either someone thought provokingly profound or “have you tried not being sad”

He goes into your room just to rip ass and then leaves. Also burps in your face, no matter how hard you hit him he’ll keep doing it.

His favorite game is bugs or candy. It’s where he makes you hold out your hands and it’s either a delectable Twix or a tarantula

Charlie can be nice when he WANTS to. If he can see you’re sad or something’s bugging you he’ll buy you some icecream and ask if everything’s chill.

Thankfully he’s more nerdy than anything, just wants to play videogames and read comics. So you don’t have to worry about being judged for being weird. He may make fun of you for being a furry or being into anime but he has no room to talk

You love pissing him off by fucking with him while he plays videogames. He was in the middle of an intense cod match and you gave him a piping hot cookie which he shoved in his mouth without thinking and never have you heard a man scream

[sterekmylove]

A Friend For Life {Young!Sterek}

A/N: On My Ao3-Lazy to But the Summary Enjoy.

Words: 761

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“Uncle! Uncle! goddamn– OW! Derek I already said uncle! Tap out! Tap out!” Stiles shouted his face squished against the couch, Derek's arm wrapped around Stiles neck  keeping him in a headlock making all the blood stay in the pale boy's face, his grip tight, not too tight to choke him and block his air waves but tight enough to keep him still.  “Say it first” Derek adds while Stiles was kicking his feet trying to escape the older teens grip “no!” Derek raised a brow at Stiles' answer carefully tightening his grip more “no, no? Did I hear that right?” Derek leans more into Stiles putting his weight more on the other leaning his head close to the lanky teens ear that was red from the small lack of blood flow “say it again I dare you” he intimidates playfully, Stiles struggling to pull Derek's arm off his neck “ack!-- Derek I already called uncle, get off!!.”-- “Admit it!”, “Never!!”.  Derek's grip got a little tighter making Stiles wheeze “okay! Okay! Superman is better than Batman now let me go, I'm gonna die!!.” Stiles exclaimed dramatically kicking his legs off the couch Derek instantly letting go pushing Stiles off the brown sofa, landing on the floor of the Hale mansion with a loud thud pulling a grunt out of the younger teenager, Stiles pushes himself onto his back with a huff breathing heavily shifting his eyes to Derek who was staring down at him with that his natural expression resting his jaw in his palm “was that so hard?’, “kiss my ass” he huffed “can’t bud I don’t swing that way” Derek said with a calm expression a teasing tone slipping through the cracks of his chill exterior.

Stiles huffs rolling his eyes grimacing when he feels Derek press his knuckles against his forehead, something he’d do to get the sheriff's son out of his head when they were hanging out– but for right now Derek was doing it out of spite to mess with the teen.  “Don’t take it to heart slim Jim, right?.” Derek twitches a smile one of the rare ones Stiles doesn’t really get to see much anymore, “yeah” he says smacking away– well tried smacking the black haired males hand – Derek snatched his hand away before Stiles can, catching his skinny wrist before it hit the coffee table next to them “you and your weird speed” he mumbled while Derek released him from his hold messing with his shaved head lightly flicking his forehead afterwards “I believe a thank you is a natural thing humans say” Derek spoke pushing himself off the couch dusting himself off holding a hand out to Stiles, the lanky boy raises a brow at his friend grabbing onto it “ah yes, thank you Derek for saving my poor little hand from the oh so scary coffee table, how could I ever repay you!” Stiles spoke dramatically in the most girliest voice he could muster while Derek pulled him off the floor letting his hand go when Stiles on his feet, rolling his eyes half halfheartedly at the teens antic mocking his natural annoyance turning his back to him, Stiles didn’t miss the small shake in Derek's shoulders when he made his way into the kitchen.  “You can repay me by cleaning up, you know how my mom feels about messes in the living room” Derek calls out while he disappeared behind the threshold of the cooking station of his home.  Stiles glances around the room he was currently in taking in the mess, discarded popcorn kernels, a tipped over bag of a half eaten Chinese shrimp egg roll, two empty cokes and three bags of eaten spicy Doritos and a couple of tossed around pillows and blankets.

Okay, so maybe there's a bit of a mess, Hehe heh… yeah Stiles should definitely clean up. In the distance Stiles could hear the sink turn on, ah right tonight is Derek's turn to clean the dishes.  Looks like Stiles could tell Derek what he wanted to share with him later.  A sudden crash comes from the kitchen making Stiles turn his head quickly nearly getting whiplash feeling the muscles in his neck burn.  “Derek?” Stiles calls a hint of worry dripping in his words a low string of curses coming from the kitchen “i’m okay! I just owe Laura a new mug” Der replies the sound of glass scraping against the floor.  Yeah what Stiles wanted to ask can wait for later.

[bunglegaydogs]

Hiiii I'm just sending an ask because they're all different posts (read : I'm lazy) so please don't mind me lol

First and foremost, YOU ARE AMAZING AT EXPRESSING YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOUR ESSAYS ARE ALWAYS SO NUANCED?? SO YOU SAYING THAT WAS A HUGE COMPLIMENT OMG- I love reading your bsd essays so much and it's just now that I realised that they're all your essays abaammw some of the best in the fandom really. I'm always baffled when in the middle of an essay you go "I may not be articulating my thoughts right" or "this is kind of just put together" because girl you're amazing! Never stop writing these please ajajahsbw ALSO! Hearing your little thoughts and feelings pop up in the middle of an essay makes it so endearing to me. Like, that's a whole ass person writing these many words just to express how much they like this show and they're so adorable! (So sorry if that's offensive idk if calling someone adorable is)

Also, completely unrelated lol but this is exactly why I prefer to ask people questions instead of googling! Knowing that the person explaining is a human has their own opinions and hearing their feelings and experiences is so much more better and relatable than reading stuff off a Google website. Also your pfp is the cutest everyone has cute pfps nowadays 😭 anyways yes cute pfp :D

Actually getting to the point now:

1) yes yes Oda and Dazai's relationship is so dear to me I love them sm and I adore seeing Atsushi all caring for his mentor 😭 he's basically Dazai's emotional support cat!! Dazai let the boy in please I'm begging you he can purr probably and it would melt away your stress pls pls (Maybe everyone in the ADA sees Atsushi as their emotional support cat...)

2) Mori is a piece a shit, and you should be allowed to say it. I'm never biased in my writing but I loathe that guy with my very being and the whole people who like Mori thing really got me reconsidering...was *I* the bad guy for not liking a character when I actively liked a character very similar to him? Then I realised, I completely respect and treat equally all the people who don't like/hate Dazai. I don't treat them any different just because they don't like a character. And that's what I should expect too!

There's no post defending Dazai, and yet I still like him because I accept his wrongdoings and want him to keep getting better, like Oda told him to. Yknow, the argument would be MUCH different if Dazai was a woman and not a man, imagine bashing someone for liking a teen girl and not liking the guy who groomed her to be his heir. Yeah, really puts things into perspective. I'm not sexist, I treat (respectful) men and women equally, but Mori is just. No.

3) I haven't see it before in any canon source material but I feel like it's definitely true. It's clear that Dazai WANTS to want to keep living, but he can't bring himself to want it because of all the pain he's endured. He literally said in dark era that the reason he joined the mafia was to try and seek meaning in life by being close to death and violence. It's ironic, Dazai feels the most alive when he's about to LOSE that privilege. It could also mean that Dazai only realises the "value" in living when he's about to lose it. Perhaps he thinks of things he could've done, things he'll regret, and that helps him to stop before he actually does it. But in my opinion? I don't think he finds anything of worth in that time. He just convinces himself that he does. This is a personal hc but it's probably likely to be the case.

If you've listened to the song My R, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about.(totally recommend btw!).The girl in the song speaks to herself about her woes and the 'other' version of her comforts her telling her about all the things that she DOES have, but by the end of the song, she has lost everything of meaning and she can't comfort the "girl". It is only revealed that the girls she comforted are different versions of HERSELF that she stopped from jumping.

Anyways, in conclusion, SOMEBODY PLEASE GIVE THIS BOY A HUG HE DESERVES IT

oh my god oh my god oh my god

i am sat here on the verge of TEARS in my goddamn chuuya cosplay

okay okay give me a second i need to collect myself

you are singlehandedly the SWEETEST person ever im sobbing

literally i cant- thank you so fucking much! you dont understand how much this all means to me WOWOWOWOW <33333333

literally, my brain doesnt let me consume my content positively and so i always think that theyre quite bad or that im the only person who thinks that or that im saying all the wrong things lol

i have so many words and thoughts floating around in my little brain that i just cant find the words for, so thats honestly what those rants are, my delusional 4am thought processes when i deep things too much

and YOU THINK??? genuinely, thank you!!! i love reading people's essays and thoughts, so hearing you say that genuinely just warms my absolute heart <3

and yes yes i do get quite sidetracked very often and start just rambling and adding my own personal twists- genuinely i thought that was annoying for people to read, but you're just putting a big smile on my face right now :) and PLS DONT THINK CALLING ME ADORABLE IS OFFENSIVE I LITERALLY GIGGLED READING THAT SHIT FR. <333

i like to add personal experiences and thoughts into it, just to get my point across, put it into an irl perspective and let people also relate and see what im getting at. (unfortunately) i have the same experiences as most of these characters, and so that is why they're so dear to me and why i get very defensive and passionate writing about them!

and yes! getting your answers and stuff from irl people instead of strange irrelevant responses is much more preferred lol. it's more raw and in depth and definitely a lot more personal! and thank you so much!!! it's genuinely one of my favourite dazai panels istg hes such a pretty mf

1.) i love love LOVE their dynamic, i think it's one of my favourites in the show along with skk and ranpo and yosano. it really fucking hits hard, as all family dynamics do with me fr, idk what it is about them, they just get me. and yes!!! i love when atsushi shows that he cares for dazai it MAKES ME FEEL NICE <3 and that's so real oh my god hes a tiger please PLEASE he can fucking PURR (there was a tumblr post i saw, i can try and find it but it made me actually cry laughing)

THIS ONE i was fucking howling but yes! their relationship is also one that really really gets to me! and yes, he is just the ada's support cat, it's canon, i'm ranpo's sweets

2.) thank you thank you THANK YOU mori is an actual degenerate human being. he's not made to be liked or appreciated or revered, it's just fucking AEUGH. i'm not going to demonise the people who enjoy him as a character, but seriously, it's a big red flag to overlook the canon pedophilia. i saw someone make a defense against him saying "yes, but he's never actually touched kids, so that doesn't mean anything" SORRY? they also went on to say that he "restrains himself" from having pedophilic thoughts with elise, and basically praised him for that. needless to say, it got me feeling fucking icky. and yes! i feel exactly the same. i always think that "oh, maybe i'm the awful one for not liking him? am i bad?" even though, no, i'm perfectly fine thinking that way and i am allowed to think that way. and exactly again! dazai is my favourite character, but i recognise his flaws and his mistakes and don't forgive them. but he's actively trying to "be a better person" (i say this in quotation marks because dazai sees everything he does as inevitably pointless, but still wishes to uphold oda's dying words. i am definitely going to make a post about this in the near future lol) and i dont make my analyses biased towards him, and i stay on neutral ground UNLESS personal opinion comes up, to which i then say that it's my personal opinion, not fact, and that it's anybody's choice to think however they want. if somebody doesn't like dazai; okay! i'm interested in talking with them, and we can both talk about things we're very passionate about and have healthy conversations! unlike some people i have seen on reddit, goddamn. but no, we're not the bad people for hating that knobhead fr. we should all treat and be treated the same as any other fan in the fandom and get along, and i wish we could ALL do that in non-toxic ways. 99% of this fandom are the loveliest people ever, but that 1% just needs to get a grip like omg. we should treat others how we want to be treated, regardless of who favours what ship and who likes what character. and real!!! if gender roles were reversed for dazai, this would be much more problematic, and that's upsetting! dw dw, i dont think its sexist, i think its putting things into perspective bc, either way, its shitty how he was treated. i fucking hate mori. whenever i see people defending him to like, the bone, like not getting into a decent discussion and being civil but instead bashing everyone who says otherwise and completely overlooking the abuse, manipulation, grooming, pedophilia and just him as a sick and twisted person in general, it just really irks me. as someone who has in fact had to deal with separate strands of abuse including many fucking counts of sexual abuse and pedophilia, it disgusts me seeing people overlooking it and it makes me feel fucking sick. that shit is not just something to be overlooked because of the fact that you enjoy mori as a character, he's not supposed to be a character that's consumed positively, he's a bad guy. a lot of characters in bsd are morally grey, but mori is just fucking morally black. he's downright evil.

(TW for suicide and self harm next btw :) )

3.) yes yes yessss!!! again, bringing personal stuff into it, i deal heavily with the whole topic of suicide and self harm. i've attempted twice and still deal with thoughts of it every single day, as well as self harm. so, this is one of my main reasons of dazai being my absolute favourite character, because of the representation and actual presentation of these topics. at first, we're shown them in a whimsical and whacky way, then it gets so much darker once we get into the dark era. it's a complete tonal shift, and it really sets in the gravity of the situation for him. and, as you said, he wants to have that ability to want to keep going and living, and he wants to be able to put the effort in, but he can't/ he physically cannot. as much as he would want to try, he can't. and yes, when he said that it fucking BROKE me fr. just at the chance that he's not able to keep living on anymore as a human is the one thing that keeps him alive, i fucking love asagiri's writing, it's so complex and beautiful. and its so so so real!!! youre literally right idc lmao. youve so eloquently said it im crying, youre putting all my thoughts into words <3

and yes!!! i have listened to the song, i absolutely LOVE it! and i never fail to think of dazai whenever i listen to it </3 and, i also think it's very very much like dazai, because of the multiple different versions we see of him too. chuuya hasn't exactly changed much, but he has gone through some very very complex and deep character developments, such as in fifteen and stormbringer. hes a lot more "tame" and respectful now, and a lot more mature. (except with dazai lmao) aku, we see he's changed slightly thanks to atsushi, but still no major character fucking flip arounds. all these characters we've watched slowly become better and more complex throughout the series. dazai? he just does 180s every single fucking year. hes different at 14 and 15 than he is at 18. hes different at 18 than he is at 20-22. and the different faces he puts on for each and every person, all his masks that he has. there's much variety to dazai; you never know what you'll get. there's so many different sides to him, because he doesn't know who he is. as odasaku saw him, "a lost child crying out". no matter the age, no matter the state, dazai is always going to be harbouring that broken child with him, trying to hide it and build up walls around it, because the only time he's ever shown it, he's gotten hurt or betrayed and lost some key figures in his life. trust issues much?

anyways i am sorry i am sorry i rambled too much lmao

in conclusion, YES, GIVE HIM A FUCKING HUG OH MY GOD PLEASE I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO HUG HIM PLS GOD LET ATSUSHI GIVE HIM A BIG HUG WHEN HE COMES OUT OF MEURSAULT I SWEAR-

thank you so so so SO much for your kind words!!! sweetest person EVER fr <333333

thank you my love!!! /p have a lovely day/night :) <3

[angelichavenhasideas]

Legend would always beat Four in a fight

I have very strong feelings about this and it got me to rant about it in my comments for my story "Do Not Be Afraid". So I've decided to move my thoughts to here. Warning for story spoilers.

Now, to start, I'm not saying that Legend could beat the Colors in a fight. What I'm saying is that Four, when a single hylian boy, could nearly never beat Legend in a fight.

For the sake of laziness I will just be copy and pasting my thoughts and the thoughts of Quickbrook on AO3. Please note I have not asked them if I could use their side of the argument for this post and will take it down it they ask me to.

Me: "Four beats Legend in verbal sparing nine times out of ten while Legend can beat Four in a physical spar 97% of the time. If baby!Legend can beat adult!Four, no matter if Four is holding back or not, then there's absolutely no doubt in my mind that he can hand Four's ass to him every single time they cross blades. Four may still have some secrets and surprises up his sleeves but so does Legend and Legend has already seen some of Four's dirtier tricks. Four had maybe beat Legend once and that's it..."

Quickbrook: "Little Leg beat Big Four… but he was fighting the colors in sequence! I bet if Legend was fighting all four colors at the same time, then the hero who’s adventure was all about teamwork could possibly even the score a bit. Now that Leg knows about the colors, Four should challenge him to a sparring match JUST for the hope of beating him at his full strength."

Me: "While that is true, and I agree that as a team the colors could possibly beat any single member of the chain, Four himself would not be able to beat Legend, especially as he is now. Legend is possibly at the peak of his power and skill during LU, though he will still grow with this current adventure and he canonically continues to train. However, in this story, Four is only in his younger teen years, maybe 14-16. When the shadows fight Legend, they're either in their 20s or older. No matter if the shadows were holding back or not ... that's a lot of experience that Four just currently doesn't have. Four can only grow stronger but, as he himself currently is, he's basically no match for Legend as he currently is.

...If Four is split, he'd be able to beat any member of the chain. Maybe not with ease, as all of the heroes are the most skilled fighters in their times, but the colors are still the most powerful force in the chain besides Time when he's wearing the FD mask. And you're right that baby!Legend would be dead if the shadows fought him together instead of in sequence. But the only way I can see Four beating Legend for real at his current age is if he can completely throw away his hesitance to fight/harm those he cares about.

Four's biggest weakness, at least in this story, is his emotions. That's why Vio is such a problem for baby!Legend, almost doubly so then the other colors when they're shadows. Vio still feels emotions and still cares but he's Four's reasoning, logical or otherwise. If there's a most efficient way to do things, especially when whatever happened to the colors happened, then Vio is the one to do it. As Jojo said, Red is sentiment, so he'd never want to hurt someone he knows and loves. And Blue is anger, a little more then that in my headcanons, but because of this he'd be unable to keep his head straight when fighting someone he absolutely doesn't want to fight. And Green, being Four's heroic composure of sorts, would be the most hesitant to hurt anyone, especially someone he loves and cares for.

Green is the biggest factor, seeing as he is canonically the most heroic of the four parts of Four. He's probably the one that holds most of their drive but also most of their hesitance. He'll do what he needs to do but his morality and compassion would make it difficult for him to fight actual people. And the fact that he still has the protector instinct that every Link has makes it even harder for him to truly fight anyone he loves. He is both Four's biggest strength and Four's greatest weakness because he's the part of Four that, for lack of a better comparison, holds the heroes' spirit. Everything that makes a Link a Link is in Green.

So while I completely agree with you, I disagree with the angle you're going at. My argument is that FOUR would never be able to beat Legend on his own. The colors, working together, could easily beat each individual member of the chain in a fair fight, which is not possible with a 4v1 but we'll ignore that fact. Four as a team is a formidable foe but Four as a person is permanently handicapping himself until he lets the rest of the chain in on his secret because, while he's the hero and skilled as is, he's at his best when actually able to use the tools at his disposal and can defy all odds when matched with his sword at it's full power..."

Something I didn't get to in my argument was fighting styles. While all Links primarily use swords, Legend is probably the most diverse in his weapon choice and proficiency. I don't think even Wild could touch him on being a fighting jack-of-all-trades like Legend is because most of the weapons Wild can find are different types of swords or bows. And Four, as far as I understand it, mostly relies on his sword because it's his sword. No other hero has his sword and that will probably play a lot into his character depiction both as the comic continues and any other work I might personally make revolving around Four.

Legend may not be the strongest swordsman in the group but he's probably tied with Time for most skilled hero in the group. Time is the only member of the chain that has a chance of not struggling against Legend and that man is a mountain. Four, though skilled with a sword and hero work in general, has nowhere near enough experience to go up against either of those two on his own. Plus, Legend has probably gotten pointers from Fi if he could ever understand her like Sky can.

Honestly, any fight between Legend and Four during the LU canon feels like an unfair match in Legends favor because, ignoring everything else, Legend has already fought an older Four as a little kid and won. And he not only won, he won four times in a row with each Color getting progressively stronger. Legend isn't losing to Four unless Four pulls out some super secret trick or fights even dirtier then Legend was.

In conclusion, Four could learn a lot from Legend and would basically pull a Darth Vader if Anikin was possessed instead of trading sides of his own free will. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[su8arandspite]

5, 11 and 22 for my queenie pop beth PLES

i… may have gotten a bit carried away (no regrets)

ft. the most beth-coded images I could find… not pictured: her gorgeous, iconic 80s perm

5: guilty pleasures

as part of their unlikely friendship, eddie gets her into weed. she doesn’t really smoke, but she will make the best pot brownies any of them have ever had. he’s not a good influence on her, and she loves it

flavored chapstick. i say this is a problem only because what started with steve gifting her an innocent dr pepper lip smackers (bc it’s her favorite soda) snowballed into expanding beyond her simple strawberry and cherry to tootsie roll and more—up to 10+ and counting. does this obsession make sense when she always has to top it off with a separate gloss for the perfect shine? no. will that stop her? of course not. she makes more trips to claire’s than she’ll ever admit to

secretly has a thing for bill murray. can’t/won’t explain why but she’s kinda into it

still sleeps with her childhood teddy bear

also loves to reread books from her childhood. peter pan is the favorite

11: bad/petty habits

accidentally/on purpose made an enemy of jim hopper during her sister’s disappearance because she wrongly assumed that everyone just forgot about katy and beth wouldn’t let him. it was a surprising day indeed when the 5’2 head cheerleader looked him dead in the eyes and called him a “lazy fucking asshole.” it sure made for some awkward apologies when katy did return

people pleasing people pleasing people p— she has this deep need to be loved & as a result she’s always giving more than she gets.

but there’s only so much of yourself that you can safely give away before you lose sight of who you are

she can be the most passive aggressive bitch in town if she wants to be—never unprompted, though. except for when it comes to carol perkins. not for any particular reason per-say, but she has hated carol since the 1st grade and she’s a heinous bitch so she must’ve done something to deserve it, ok?

will not hesitate to correct anyone who incorrectly states a fact or quotes

22: people who’ve influenced them greatly

in terms of fashion/general vibes, it’s a delicate and carefully curated mixture of lady di, brooke shields, & molly ringwald. she’s put-together, trendy, fashionable, and girly in a way that is enviable to her peers but still creative and uniquely beth (think: designer outfits paired with one-of-a-kind accessory finds she picked up at antique shops)

especially in her younger years/as a teen, her mother has been a big influence on beth. she means well, but it’s more for her own sake than beth’s. mrs. debbie sullivan is all about keeping up with the other pta moms in loch nora for most of beth’s life. she’s the one who taught her her love for fashion and never missed a chance to brag about beth for getting elected cheer captain or winning prom queen. but her mother seemed a lot less interested in anything than wine and her pills after the events of fall 1983

beth’s best friends, amy and tiffany, mean more to her than all of her other fleeting “friends” combined. they’ve been inseparable from the get-go, known by their peers as the trifecta— the redhead, the brunette, the blonde. && it’s amy who teaches her that she should never settle for less than what she wants and deserves. tiffany showed her that it’s okay to be a bitch sometimes, because she doesn’t owe anyone anything. together, they are unstoppable. i like to think of them as a teenaged cheerleader version of the powerpuff girls tbfh

her little sister katy, in more ways than i could possibly name here. her disappearance (and reappearance) alone deserve their own essay, but she admires so much about her nerdy, headstrong little sister. it’s her drive to be the best big sister she can that makes beth such a natural leader and really highlights her warmth and maternal nature. but don’t get me wrong, katy can still be a pain in the ass, as all little sisters are.

dustin henderson!!! sure, he’s the annoying lil brother she didn’t ask for, but he’s also been such a positive force in her life. especially since katy’s disappearance. she adores him and their relationship is parallel to her and katy’s. he helps her to embrace her nerdier side and not feel ashamed that she likes history. she also kind of owes him and his mischievous scheming for pushing her together with the love of her life, too

as cliche as it is, i would be remiss if i didn’t add steve harrington to this list. steve is so much more than just a boy who she likes; he is the first person to every truly understand her. steve was patient and kind and he taught her that she is so much stronger than she gives herself credit for, but she doesn’t always have to be. he makes her a better person, makes her want to be one, and vice versa

there are more ofc (did not include her historic heroes or feminist icons but just so you know, she does in fact love betty friedan. which would probably surprise her classmates but that's another story)

a bonus lil blurb/headcanon based on 5, set in 1980:

she and carol had always been frenemies at best

but when they’re among the only cliques of eighth graders invited to a high school party, none of that matters

at least not until a tipsy sophomore rounds up a game of spin the bottle

beth looks around the room, makes eye contact with steve, and agrees

then it was steve’s turn. as the bottle began to slow and neared beth, carol “accidentally” nudged the glass, causing it to fall just short of beth and land right on nicole, two seats down

it was no secret that, although they were currently ‘off,’ carol had every intention of getting back with tommy eventually

that was about all beth knew about him; it was more than enough

if carol wanted to play dirty, beth wouldn’t hesitate to beat her at her own game (er, at least in the minds of two slightly intoxicated 14-year-old girls)

it wasn’t long after that when beth’s spin landed somewhere between steve and tommy.

despite every part of her telling her that carol was certainly not worth all this, she simply agrees when tommy insists that it was closer to him (even if it really wasn’t)

and so, with a single glance at carol, she made out with him in front of the entire party

the whole thing felt wrong and awkward, because he was too slobbery and his tongue was down her throat in an unpleasant mess

but as he finally pulled away (more due to being pried apart than anything), the look on carol’s face was more than enough consolation

she missed the disgruntled, sour glare steve was giving tommy

carol pretty much avoided beth after that; apparently tommy “hadn’t kissed her like that in ages”

beth considered carol lucky for that

[perdrixforelle]

Yesterday I saw a comic saying that basically gen Z has a variety of hyper specific clothing styles for teens and young adults to express themselves in while millenials only had "emo" and I resented that so much for some reason? First of all it's completely false, it just so happens that emo was the most "online" style of alternative fashion and therefore the most documented imo. It also happens to be the style of later years millenials, who are the link between gen Z and millenials, thus cementing the "online" and most visible part of the trend. But please, I didn't go through all the phases I went through as a teen to be erased like that. I'm too lazy to find pics for each item of the list but off the top of my head, growing up in France I personally had these phases:

Y2K streetwear extremely influenced by hip hop and R&B with a touch of futurism in there like tinted frameless glasses and the like. This was almost always styled with a middle part for girls, and extremely flat, straightened hair. It's making a big comeback right now, mixed with elements of 80's fashion, and I love seeing it.

The whole Skater aesthetic with big Van's and Buffalo shoes, loose cargo pants, flannel shirts over t-shirts, lots of bracelets you'd never take off even in the shower. I exclusively wore bikini bottoms so that the bright color of them peeking out from my loose pants would match the rest of my outfits and it's a miracle I didn't get a yeast infection per week, somehow.

Goth, goth has always been there in all of it's iterations. There was a time when boneless corsets were so casually mainstream you could find them in many stores and you bet your ass I was getting my hands on as many as possible. I was the romantic goth with the long skirts and the corsets over mesh tops. We didn't have Hot Topic but we had Claire's, and it had a lot of goth stuff back in the days.

Punk, I would call it light punk or commercial punk, Avril Lavigne and the likes. It's kinda adjacent to the skater aesthetic but you would see a lot of tartan miniskirts over pants, and belts, and ties, and safety pins. I would DIY a lot of clothes by painting them too (with song lyrics), fun times.

Hippie: lots of "harem pants" and shawls wrapped around the waist and handmade jewelry with beads. Very music-festival-white-citizen-of-the-world cringe but hey, it was what it was. Now my siblings are 4 years younger than me and they experienced the Emo days. but never partook. They also lived through the weird "mini-adult" phase of fashion where everybody dressed super boring like jean T-shirt and ballerina flats, and were either carrying their books in their arms like they were in a teen movie, or only using longchamp bags (or fake ones) on the shoulder. Another regional variant I got, as I lived in Southern France, was the cagole (bimbo) look, but it's pretty specific to where I lived and is kinda timeless since I keep seeing women of all ages rocking it proudly: basically loud animal print, loud makeup, and fluorescent colors matching in at least two items of clothing/accessories. I cannot express how much it delights me when I seen an old woman at the beach dressed like Fran Fine enjoying her tan and not giving a fuck. It's amazing. Anyway, millenials of all background feel free to add to this post with your experience of alternative fashion as a teen.