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[praisetheaxolotl]

The Arsonist Theory, Part 2: We Get It, The Billboard Was A Metaphor

Part 1: Mandibles!

First off, I want to say thank you all for giving the first part of my theory such love! I appreciate each and every one of you and I'm so happy that you all like my theories so much!

For those who are new here, the Arsonist Theory proposes that Bill wasn't alone in destroying his dimension- rather, he was used by a third party. This is part two of four, with the remaining two parts coming out very, very soon.

Also, same as before:

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK OF BILL, INCLUDING SOLUTIONS TO CIPHERS

Let's get into it, shall we?

In The Great Gatsby, certain motifs have more than one symbolic meani-- no, really, stay with me here!!

...Okay, fine. Let's back up.

In the Book Of Bill, you'll find a webpage called thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com. Go there, and you'll be prompted to enter a password. Go back to the Book of Bill, and hidden in a stretched-text section, you'll see the phrase NEED A PASSWORD? FINE, I'LL TALK / IT'S THE NAME OF THE EYEBALL DOC.

"The eyeball doc" is from the excerpts of The Great Gatsby further back in the book-- T.J. Eckleburg.

(Honestly, this explanation is moreso that context doesn't get lost to time.)

So... Gatsby. T.J. Eckleburg.

Hirsch could have chosen any number of public domain novels for that gag in the book... so why this one? Why tie it in by making it the password?

I believe it has some significance to the greater plot. Furthermore, eye doctors in general are a large point of Bill's early life in Euclidia. Take the silly straws- the red one has a numeric cipher, while the other three use a Caesar cipher.

In the order of RGBY, they read as follows:

TWISTED OUT OF SHAPE AFTER THE KILL / THE GHOSTS OF HIS FAMILY ARE HAUNTING HIM STILL Eye doctor of a different kind / Who wants to make his patients blind The doctor says / Three sips a day / Will make the visions / Go away Fussy eater / Baby Billy / Wouldn't drink / Unless it's silly

These ciphers refer to a certain couple of tidbits Bill tells us about his home.

One- He could see the third dimension. A rare mutation.

Two- Talking about it at all was illegal.

So, what were his parents to do when their son started talking about nonsense that was illegal to even mention? Well, if your child started acting strange and seeing things that weren't there... you would take them to the doctor.

It's clear to me that Bill's parents were concerned about the "visions" their son was experiencing, and took him to the doctor to cure them- an eye doctor that wants to make his patients blind. The blue straw explains how the medicine is supposed to work. The yellow straw explains why Bill has such a fondness for silly straws- he was a picky little kid, and hated his medicine, so his parents got him silly straws to drink it out of.

I wonder if that's why he collects them- because they remind him of home, of his mother urging him to take his medicine, of his life before all of this happened.

But never mind all that.

The thing is, an eye doctor is crucial to Bill's past, which of course brings me back to T.J. Eckleburg.

In The Great Gatsby, certain motifs have more than one symbolic meaning, and the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg are no exception.

(Okay full disclosure, I have not actually read Gatsby and I'm Sparknotes-ing this shit. But, so did all of you when you were assigned this in high school, so we're even.)

They appear on a billboard in a place called the Valley Of Ashes, and at first, they seem to symbolize God. But as the scenes continue, they take on a different meaning.

See, our POV character, Nick, is going on this journey to meet the mistress of his friend. Nick is aware that this is an immoral action, yet does it anyway. Now, the eyes of Eckleburg cast judgement... along with issue a warning.

They now take on a new meaning-- a foreboding omen about the tragedy that lies in wait, inching ever closer. The tragedy in Gatsby being the death of Myrtle, the mistress, and subsequent string of deaths that follow it-- and, curiously, Nick states that the eyes of Eckleburg almost supernaturally draw him someplace... which ends up being where Myrtle is.

Both a higher being, and a warning of a horrible tragedy that ends in death upon death upon death... curious!

What's more curious is when Bill is admonishing the story and Un-Gatsby-ing us, he says this:

The billboard is a metaphor? Why mention that? Out of all the symbolism in this book, why the billboard? Is it because it was mentioned in the preceding pages? Then why mention the theme of the American Dream being a myth? That wasn't on those pages! If you had to mention symbolism, the green light would have been the most iconic example of it from the book.

So why the billboard?

Is, perhaps, the image of some sort of higher power watching you, admonishing you of the tragedy you will have a hand in causing, supernaturally pulling you to someone that will be the catalyst for it all.... relevant somehow, to Bill?

(And, as a sidenote- the theme of the American Dream being hollow could also apply here, as Bill got what he wanted- freedom into the third dimension, Weirdmageddon, all of it. But he's still not happy and still wracked with guilt over Euclidia, ultimately an interloper in a place he doesn't belong in, just as Nick says at the end of the novel that he is a Midwesterner unsuited to life in the East Coast city.)

Let's talk about Flatland.

It's interesting to note that in the original novel, A. Square does have help witnessing the third dimension-- a Sphere contacts him, and tells him about the third dimension, intending to use the Square as a conduit to educating the rest of Flatland.

This, of course, leads to mass imprisonments and executions, one of said imprisonments being of the Square's own brother, with the Square being imprisoned himself at the end of the book.

Point being... in the original story of Flatland, the two-dimensional outsider was visited by a higher being, one that used him to alter Flatland and only ended up causing chaos and ruining lives.

All I'm saying is, the Book of Bill and Bill's story in general draws parallels to two existing books-- Flatland, and now The Great Gatsby. It would be foolish to write this off as a random occurrence when the game of Gravity Falls has always been analyzing the smallest of details. I believe the choice in book was on purpose, and moreso, that it was specifically used to hint that maybe Bill wasn't alone in all this. There was some kind of higher being that influenced him, just as the Square was influenced. That looked down upon him with impossibly wide eyes, pulling him closer and closer to ruin.

Oh, by the way-- Bill up there mentions being touchy about his weaknesses ever since... something. This is clearly his death, but... is that all he means? But that's gonna be in part four.

Next time, it's all about the many cycles and the distinct breaking of them present in Gravity Falls itself, and what that means for Bill as the villain and foil to them.

Part 3: Journey To The Vicious Spiral Nebula

Part 4: Blame The Arson, Not The Fire

[queenhunter102]

When the boys are attention whores

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish I believe that this man, this feral man, would be a whore for attention when you and him were out on base, and everyone had your attention, like Simon “Oh? You need help lifting a bag, no problem,” Riley, John “You want advice on how to deal with feral Soap” Price, like our poor sweet man, CANNOT and WILL NOT go without your attention. If this man-child could get his hands on you, he would be all pouty and whiney. He would turn your face to his, sliding his hands up and down your waist and back while he rests his head on your shoulder. “Baabbbyy, looookkk at meeee,” he would whine as he pressed his face into your neck. But if he couldn’t, he would go all mean boy mode, balling up pieces of paper and throwing them at you or pulling your hair, like this man would act like a toddler who just heard the word no for the first time. Alejandro Vargas Now Alejandro? Our smooth talker, this man is needy but in a different manner to our fussy Johnny, Like he would still be pouty, but it’s all in his touch, all in the gentle push to your hips, how his hands guide you around the room, how his hands rest on your ass. So when Johnny pulls you into a conversation about only god knows what, your attention is entirely on him; Alejandro pouts as he presses his face to your neck, rubbing his nose up and down your neck and collarbone while he presses kisses; he mutters words like “mi divina look at me” or “mi corazón let me press kisses to your lips” he would whisper, as he lightly bites your jaw, that is if he could get his hands on that is But if he couldn’t, then be prepared for a lap dog. He would be all over you, his entire weight on your back, tight grip on your hair. Let's also not forget he would take your chin into his hand and force you to look at him, that hard, steely look in his eye that demanded your every attention. Simon ’Ghost��� Riley Simon is like a little mix of both Johnny and Alejandro, just meaner. Considering he isn’t much of a talker, he takes up more of Johnny’s mean streak and Alejandro’s touchiness while pouting, and there is no warning for this… In the common room, you could happily talk with Kyle, WHAM, and pouty Simon. This man would find a way to be mean to you. He would grab your hair and turn it away from Kyle, but it’s not like he’s even turning you to look at him. Oh no, he’s turning you away from all types of attention point blank, and if that doesn’t force your attention, he will start flicking your cheeks, pinching them. Do you think Johnny’s evil in his toddler-like attitude? Simon is way worse. At least with Johhny and Alejandro, you had the sweet kisses and whispers of want, but Simon? “Fuc’n bitch” or “Eyes on me” are the harsh words you hear, you know he’s just pissy and demanding your attention, but it doesn’t mean that he won’t be any less forceful. Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now, our sweet boy Kyle? The man who worships the ground you walk on, Kyle, is the type to go to extremes like Simon but fluffy. He is a little less fussy than Simon, Johnny, or Alejandro, but he is just as touchy and whiney. Is this man all up in your space, like we think Alejandro is bad? Wait until Kyle is desperate and needy for your love and attention. This man can and will make his hand cold and force you against him while you cry out from the temperature change. Like this man would find a way to fit his head into your top or hoodie, we do not forget that he will steal your seat, seeking your warmth like a scolded puppy. When he finally pinned you to his side, he would whisper words like “Baby, give those pretty eyes” or “Give me that dazzling smile.”

Captain John Price Now John…John is a bit of a different story. He has some of Simon’s aggression, but he is also so fucking petty, and he is so fucking pouty; he’s not as whiny as the rest of his boys since the rest of the base believes that the boys have inherited some of those whiney and pouty behaviours. But this man is all serious and means looking (So his typical self), but he is stealing your seat, shouting about ‘On your feet lose your seat’, and God don’t put down your drink anywhere he can reach it, cause this man WILL steal it, he does not give two shits if you weren’t finished with it or not. This would go on for hours, to the point where you corner him and ask him what he was doing and his words. “Sorry, didn’t realise it would piss you off”, or “Is my soul unable to cope when things are taken away” he would say as he presses you into the wall, pressing sweet kisses to your cheeks.

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[ysljoon]

Love Maze-Chapter 2

pairing: single dad!simon 'ghost' riley x live-in nanny!reader wc: 1.3k warnings: none for this chapter a/n: this chapter was a little slow BUT we made some progress eeee im so excited to go from here yall 🫣 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked) <prev chpt. >next chpt.

You stare at your apartment triumphantly once you see everything packed away. You lugged your suitcase out the door and now you’re on your way back to the Riley household. You were curious about Ella’s father. He was a very hard man to read and didn’t seem like a man for much conversation. Hopefully, you could bring down the walls he’s set up and get closer to him because to live with someone who appears unapproachable seems awkward to say the least. Yes, you’re there for the child first and foremost, but it would be nice to get to know him outside of being your employer.

Also the mask? What is that about? That should’ve raised more red flags in your mind, but the opportunity seemed too great to be able to look over that. He seems to be hiding a lot, but maybe he just needs time to warm up.

You showed up at 8 a.m. on the dot and knocked on the door. You distracted yourself with the pleasant dewy weather of the morning while you waited for Simon to answer the door. The door swung open faster than you expected and you had to dodge it at the last second to avoid it hitting you square in the face. Simon gave you a gruff ‘good morning’ and moved out of the way to let you inside. He still had on the black surgical mask, but his attire was a jarring difference in comparison to the first encounter. He had on blue cargo pants with harnesses hugging his thighs and a zipped-up blue windbreaker. Ella was held against his hip with one hand and the other hand had a black vest in the other. You were well aware that he was military personnel, but you didn’t think you would be acquainted with that side of him so soon. 

You rolled your suitcase in behind you and awkwardly stood in his kitchen while waiting for him to give you further instructions. He placed Ella down in her bouncer and leaned against the counter across from you. His eyes looked bored when looking at you and there wasn’t really an emotion you could use to describe it, but it didn’t feel good to see the least. “I just fed Ella her morning bottle. The formula is in the cabinet over there.” He pointed above your head behind you. “And all bottles are in the dishwasher. Feed her about every 3 hours or whenever she’s feeling fussy.” 

He tilts his head to the side to indicate to follow him and you do. He takes you to her nursery and it is very bare bones of a nursery. It has all the essentials with a crib, a dresser equipped with a changing table and baby monitor on top, a black suede rocking chair, and a trash bin. “In the dresser is where all the diapers and wipes are stored. The top drawer has all of her binkies,” He crouches down to the lowest drawer. “Here’s an extra baby monitor. I already have one in my room so keep it on your bedside table.” You nodded, taking mental notes of all the information he was giving you. He wordlessly walks out of the room and takes you across the hall. “This is the spare room, make yourself at home. The closet should have enough space, but if you need more just let me know and the bathroom is attached.” You gave him a grateful smile. 

“Thank you so much for your hospitality, Simon.” He gave you only a grunt in acknowledgment of your words. “I’m heading to work now, since we’re in a lull right now I should be home around 6 pm. Text me if you need anything. If you don’t hear from me within the hour contact my captain. His name is John Price.” He handed you a small square of card stock with John’s name and number scribbled on it. You reached for your phone immediately out of your pocket to input the number. Simon gave you one last look over before heading out the door and you bid him one last farewell. You made your way to the living room and looked at Ella with a fond expression. “Well, Ella it’s just me and you now.”

The day moved along swiftly. It was easy to turn on your caregiver mode, but you did do some quick online shopping when Ella was having her afternoon nap as it came to your attention quite quickly that there was a scarcity of baby toys for her to play with. Ella was an easy baby though she was rarely very fussy and during diaper changes, you were able to keep her distracted enough to have her giggling. The sounds of her laughs had you wrapped around her finger. She was an adorable little girl. 

Once 4 pm rolled around you decided to scour Simon’s cupboards to see what you could cook for dinner when he comes home from work. His pantry was scarce and you made a mental note to visit the grocery store tomorrow. You were able to scrape together a garlic chicken pasta for dinner and once that was done you let it sit on the burner on a low heat to keep it warm as it was only a few minutes until Simon was home. You made your way back to Ella to scoop her out of her bouncer that you kept her in while you were cooking, bounced her on your hip and sang lullabies to her. Her wide little eyes stared at you and observing her face made you realize how her eyes were identical to Simon’s. You weren’t sure how the rest of her facial features compared to Simon’s as he kept it concealed. 

The door knob jiggled and the jangling of keys alerted both you and Ella to the arrival of Simon coming back home. Suddenly Ella started getting squirmy in your arms and wanted to be held by her dad. He quickly shuffled at the front door putting down his belongings and kicking off his boots. He made his way over to you and scooped Ella out of your arms and cradled her in his strong, muscular ones. “How was she today?” “She was great, barely fussy at all! Oh, I made dinner by the way so whenever you’re ready to eat I can dish it out for us.” Simon did smell the aroma of food in the air, but he thought you only cooked enough for yourself he didn’t expect you to cook for him. He also noted how you said us instead of just him. He wasn’t used to someone being this nice to him since he joined the 141 and the task force tried their best to welcome Simon. This was definitely something to get used to. 

“I’ll take a shower first and then we can eat. If you’re hungry now though you can eat without me. You waved him off and told him you’d be fine waiting for him. He doesn’t strike you as someone who has an extensive shower routine. You sat on the couch with Ella accompanying you by your feet just crawling around and found a cartoon for her to enjoy on the TV.

Simon came out of the bathroom in 10 minutes flat with his blonde hair damp and-oh. Simon was standing in front of you without the mask and wow. You couldn’t understand why he covered up his face. He is handsome, to say the least. You averted your gaze and cleared your throat making your way to the kitchen. You silently plated servings for the both of you and Simon silently was by your side getting the utensils. Dinner was uneventful as Simon didn’t have much to say and you could see it in his face that he was tired so you didn’t want to bother him too much. Simon said he’ll wash the dishes since you cooked and you nodded. He wished you a goodnight and you made your way into your room to get ready for bed. The first day of the job is done and you would think it went pretty successfully. You couldn’t help thinking about Simon’s face until your eyes became heavy with sleep. 

[reginalusus]

I don't know if this has been asked before but what are your headcanons for Harvey and two-face? Wholesome and not so wholesome 🔞 lol

Anything they have in common, for example are they both super organized/need things a certain way? Different love languages?

🩷

Oh, boy, do I...

By the way, I ramble a lot...

So this is gonna be long post.

It's just a thing with me. Only super-cool people relate. /j

I also tend to base *some* headcanons on what is already canon, or blend them in some way, so some of this might be old news.

Oh, and I'll put a cut before the suggestive ones just so people who don't want to see that sort of stuff can safely scroll by.

EDIT: The cut does not seem to be working because Tumblr hates me so, um, WARNING FOR SUGGESTIVE STUFF.

He's 6'5". His height has fluctuated in his appearances, but I much prefer when he's taller than Bruce, such as in Telltale and BTAS. BuT a DisTRIct AtTornEY dOesN't NeE- lalalalalala, I don't careeeeeee. I like the image of him being physically imposing, not just for villainous purposes, but also to juxtapose how much of a sweetheart he is, or was. There is also another reason.

He stims with his coin. Months back I talked in length about how I think Harvey might view his coin as a way to reclaim his abuse against his father, but I also see him using it as a comfort item, as sick as it may be (considering its past), and that the constant twirling and flipping is a way for him to stim.

He loves 50s/60s music. Namely the likes of Elvis Presley, Frank Sinatra, Sam Cooke, Lesley Gore, Dean Martin, Roy Orbinson...

He sings! I know this is kind of canon, but that MF can sing. His Harvey voice is smooth and articulate, very vintage, meanwhile Two-Face's is, of course, raspier and almost more of a rocker's voice.

Two-Face names his guns. I've drawn some of these before, but Harvey doesn't bother with such nonsense. Harvey views weapons as a last resort; their mere existence throws justice into question. Why can someone wield such a thing that sets the odds in their favour immediately? But Two-Face knows they get the job done quickly. They're like the broom of Gotham; a quick way to be rid of the scum. So he names them, for they are beloved, much like how legendary weapons have been named in the past for what they have slain.

He dissociates/has derealization episodes. Yes, he has DID, and dissociation is in the name, but during really intense symptoms, such as his depression, paranoia and personalities all practically screaming in his head, he ends up having a bad derealization episode, much like how you would see someone have after they suffer a panic attack. His coin helps ground him.

He has definitely done that fucking pottery scene from Ghost with Gilda while she's sculpting. You know the one.

He's an elegant shooter but a brutish fighter. Not only is he a God with guns, he's also precise and elegant. But with physical combat? Brutal, much like a street fighter. I suppose both Batman and Deathstroke's training gets muddled in some ways...

His henchmen give him gifts now and then. They just do, and he doesn't understand it. Silly stuff, like bi-coloured mugs or shirts. Perhaps to keep his short-temperedness at some sort of bay. Doesn't work half the time, however.

He takes depression naps. Because of course he does. Having mental health issues is also physically taxing. I imagine he sleeps a lot, but also struggles to sleep at the same time because everything is so damn loud in his head.

He's bisexual. Gotta love both. Harvey has a preference for women, Two-Face has a preference for men.

Fussy with his suits and clothes. In The Judas Coin, we see Harvey's kind of a suit-nerd. Enough said. That MF loves to look good. Harvey loves stuff that's timeless and classic, very reminiscent of 40s/50s mafia wear, while Two-Face loves gaudy, striking stuff. They have to compromise, hence the split suits in the first place.

He doesn't like himself very much but just puts up with it. He's a walking contradiction, a hypocrite to himself. He claims to uphold the law but also bastardizes it. Also, he avoids mirrors and reflections if possible (that was something that was mentioned in his older issues, but they never brought it back, I don't think). He's smashed a mirror before, or two, or three.

He's a hopeless romantic. I've talked a little about this before, but he crushes hard, falls harder, and ever since being widowed, he pines for validation but seldom receives such because of his reputation.

He's a vintage lighter collector. He's got those S.T. Duponts and those 1970 electric Ronson's, I just know it.

Harvey constantly makes courtroom puns. Nobody laughs except Gilda.

He's an embarrassing dancer. He loves singing older tunes, but when it comes to dancing, he loves those cheesy 80 tunes. Get him drunk enough and he'll kill the dancefloor... with second-hand embarrassment.

So, I also have a lot of thoughts about The Judge too, but they're very scattershot and I'd rather compile them at another time, plus this post doesn't need to be any longer than what it is, lmao.

I also have more HCs around what he'd be like with the Batkids and Bruce, but again, this post is already long.

Ok, suggestive stuff now, and I'm going to kick it off with a hot take:

Harvey and Two-Face are monogamous. A really popular HC I've seen for Harvey is that he loves having multiple partners - two partners, of course, for each side of him. Well... I DISAGREE. /lh Personally, I think he prefers the one. He likes to purely focus on that one person and treat them like they're the only person that exists, in hope they'll do the same for him. To make him feel like he's whole; that, for once, he's not split.

Two-Face is protective and jealous. If you're out with him and he sees someone eyeing you up, out come the knuckle dusters.

He's dominant. And rough. But he'll always ask what you want; do you want to be praised or degraded while he's using you?

The coin can be fun. Sometimes he gets extremely impassioned and heated, and he just doesn't know what to do with his partner next. Good thing he has an item that helps him decide. The ambiguity of which side will turn up can add to the excitement!

Scar worship makes him melt. It just does. He hates that side of him, but seeing someone stroke or caress his scars, telling him how handsome he looks, that's a sure-fire way to send him over the edge. He'll probably fall in love.

Harvey shows love through words and actions, Two-Face shows it through gifts. Harvey will reassure his partner through words and keeping those words upheld. Meanwhile, Two-Face will corrupt his partners with gifts.

Two-Face is a bit clingy. He'll text a lot, call a lot, ask where his partner is, how they are, if they're ok. Harvey is more relaxed.

Aftercare King. He knows how strong he is and how violent (for lack of a better word) he can be. So he'll always check in with his partner to make sure they're fine.

Harvey is vocal and sappy, Two-Face isn't. Not just during the act, but afterwards. Harvey will want to cuddle, he'll want to talk over a cigarette, he wants to get to know his partner on a deeper level. Two-Face generally needs some room first. He might be a bit cold, but he'll come around.

Again, I have more in this regard, but that's what AO3 is for!

Oh, also, I saw your ask about Gerard Butler and his doggo... I agree, hehe, maybe Harvey can walk Dick's dog at some point, lol.

[chiangyorange]

Do you have any LoZ/LU fic recs?

i have many! they wont be organized in any particular way tho

i started just hucking links at this until i realized, oh this is gettin really long actually, so im going to shove everything under the cut with the link to the fic itself and some personal notes from me to hopefully get you to read them!!

for Linked Universe;

Two Moon Pearls and the Master Sword by serbii

the chain get sent to the dark world and literally everyone but four, sky, and legend get to turn into animals about it. also baby legend is there <3 this also has an in progress sequel!!! its so fucking good!!!!!!

Absence by Anonymous

wild forgets he has to TELL PEOPLE that he has amnesia. this has consequences. i love wild and warriors dynamic so much theyre such a duo. if i believe in my heart other people can see the vision too.... sobs. WAILS EVEN.

Dearly, Departed by boo_boo_thefool

a series of post-lu oneshots revolving around each of the heroes!! hasnt reached all 9 of the chain yet but still a damn good read. if i think too hard about this one i can and will cry. on command even.

The Missing Link by SparklingWonderQueen

ongoing fic about if the chain met wild riiiiight at the beginning of totk when hes still missing!

willow bark and chamomile by schrodingers__cat

a REALLY fucking good read. like oh my god i just got SUCKED into this from start to finish. if ur a legend fan yes the fuck you are. get in there. go.

Dawn of the Fourth by LazuliQuetzal

also a damn good read!!! time gets de-aged and wind goes "haha im the big brother now. ... OH NO IM THE BIG BROTHER NOW!!!!!!" fucking hilarious. absolutely heart wrenching. these things are both true at the same time

ageless quest by fandomsandshit

OOOOOOOH YOU WANNA READ ABOUT THE CHAIN SEEING THE LIGHT DRAGON AND CONTEMPLATING THEIR OWN ADVENTURES SO BAD OOOOOHHH (theres three installments so far and if i think about THIS ONE i will ALSO cry on command about it. man i fucking love totk zelda so much why did they do that to her poor girl)

To Share, to Speak, and to Hear by NajikaSun

i cannot explain to you how much i love the knights trio. i have many feelings about them and they will sit riiiight here. its about the weight of legacy its about the weight of trying to fulfill your duties. you get it.

darning the threads as they fray by Ammo_Writes

this ones not done but bow howdy does it get my brain CHUGGING!! the tone... the haunting feeling.... augh... AUGH !!!! WHERES MY BOY I MISS HIM SO MUCH.

sorrow, immortality, and hope by virtualpng

READING THIS MADE ME WANT TO TEAR MY FURNITURE APART WITH MY TEETH!!! OHHHH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD this author's other fics within the series also fucking slap. hard. god. the chain (who havent met wild yet) meet a stranger in ordon

Applejuice Stains on the Past by MjsKindaHere

HEY REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT THE KNIGHTS TRIO??> sky gets de-aged and wild is NOT normal about it. legacies and expectations and burdens etce etc. you get it

Young volcanoes by jelly_dragons

wild is incredibly fussy about how he was forced to wear the big clunky ass flamebreaker set in his journey meanwhile sky just gets some fancy shmancy earrings about it. the duo go into a volcano. hilarity ensues.

The Ruin They've Made Me by CluelessMoose

botw link's last battle did NOT go well with calamity ganon and leaves him possessed by the damn thing. and then the chain pop in. (owwwww OWWWWWWWWWWW)

Twin Quasar by StrixEye

written before totk released and its still unfinished but MAN AM I A SUCKER FOR GOOD COMPELLING TIMETRAVEL.

hold on, reaper by virtualpng

the chain before they ever meet wild but they pop into his hyrule anyway while hes in the shrine of resurrection. wind meets a ghost at fort hateno. god i fucking lost ghost stories.

steady going under by rebornofstars

the boys.... theyre sleepy.... specifically on top of twilight...

I'm A Riddle In Nine Syllables by SilverheartSP

GOD i fucking love ghost stories. pre-lu in botw where wild meets the chain as ghosts first, and THEN actually meets them

The Legacies You Leave Behind by Eureka5215

flora-centric study about her interactions with the chain. because she cant ever escape the overwhelming weight of a legacy like me too girl so real. yes this is part of my fixation on the knight trio. their haunted sadwoman air surrounding all four of them have captivated me mind and soul

Untarnished by Tashacee

MAN I FUCKING LOVE GHOST STORIES!!!! lovelovelove tash's hero's aspect au obvs the 2nd piece of fanart i did for this fandom was FOR heros aspect but man... MANNNNNNN UNTARNISHED HITS ME DIFFERENT!!!!! first..... ily king <3<3<3

In Flux by zippe

FUUUUUCKCKCKCKKCKC I LOVE FUCKY ASS TIME TRAVEL it can be to heartwrenching and this one is exactly thattttttt augh. AUGH!!!!!! i lose it ever time remembering this one

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LOZ in general, but mainly botw/totk(and some aoc);

For The People by myfairstarlight

hey girl where did the divine beasts go. sidon is NOT having a good time about it hes EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED to that thing!!!!

That Brilliant Blue (A Bittersweet Goodbye) by myfairstarlight

hey. what do you mean sidon and mipha are doomed siblings. ill cry.

VIRTUE IS DROWNED, WITH HOLY HANDS, BY SORROW by lizandre

totk zelda in her time in the past. she is. not doing well!!!!

Again by Drich (drich147)

botw timeloop fic. yeah. theres this one scene where its revealed that guardians have a fuckign partymode???? thats hilarious.

so i'll never die when i'm dead by arashi_the_pancake

OW. FUCK. au where after turning into the light dragon zelda keeps her consciousness about it. shes not doing well!!!

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hi! This is my first time ever doing this so I hope I can successfully get across what I’m asking 😅

I was wondering if maybe you could do something with a femreader that struggles with eye contact(especially with men)? And how 141, König and maybe Alejandro would go about making you comfortable enough to make eye contact with them for longer than like 3 seconds? I would prefer for it to be like if y’all were in a relationship but if you prefer it can be platonic!

You don’t have to if you don’t want too but I personally have the issue of not being able to hold eye contact for too long and can’t help but wonder how the guys would go about it🫠

LMAO just like me fr I’m so bad at eye contact, I’m so focused on trying to do it right that for the life of me, I have no clue what that person is saying it sucks dude

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s not that surprised when he pieces it together that you struggle with eye contact

He knows he’s kind of intense when it comes to starting so he tries to tone it down a bit and gives you some advice on how to best go about making eye contact

“If you look at the point on the bridge of their nose, it looks like you’re making eye contact with really doing so.”

Encourages you to practice with him and honestly he’s proud when you can hold it for longer than a few seconds

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish:

If it’s something you want to improve on, he’s more than happy to help you. He can’t explain how he does it for the life of him so he winds up looking it up

He goes through the list of tips online and he’s either judging them or disregarding them, or he thinks they’re good and goes over them with you!

“Maintain for 50% of the time? Really? Huh. The more you know.”

It becomes less practice more playful if anything, then next thing you know you’re doing it without realizing it!

John Price:

Honestly he’s the best out of all of them to help you work on your eye contact, he knows all the tips and tricks

He doesn’t get fussy if you struggle but he might subtly clear his throat to get to refocus

He’ll even get you to practice with him for a few minutes a day, walking you through some of the tips he’s given you

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Gerrick:

He’s in the same boat as Soap, couldn’t explain how does it if he tried.

“Dunno love just… look them in eye?”

The glare you shoot him gave him the chills, so he’s got his phone and you’re looking it up together

He’s poking fun at some of the diagrams and the articles but he turns to you to try them out

“Alright, says here to use gestures instead of looking away.” “How are the two related? I’ll wind up looking at my hands or theirs.” “That’s… true. This one’s stupid then, moving on.”

Eventually you find some good tips and you’re able to put them into practice, he’s proud of you for working on it!

König:

I feel like he’s struggled with the same thing at some point so he’s really good about helping you overcome it

He heavily emphasizes that you shouldn’t worry, it’s a process that you need to be patient with

He’s giving you tips that have helped him in the past and he’s practicing with you, coaching you through what he thinks would help you or work best for you

He’s very encouraging the whole time, offering kind words, criticism and tips to help you as you improve!

[pinkwright]

everybody knows that i want ur love | shuri udaku.

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pairing — panther!shuri x partygirl!y/n

trope — bestfriends 2 lovers

inspo — oh my love by fka twigs

warnings — fingering, spanking (reader receiving), slight choking, shuri's hands, possessive!shuri, panther!shuri, bratty reader, dom!shuri, handsy!shuri, shuri's a little mean, petty!reader, sub!reader, dacryphilia, dirty talk, possession kink (?) idfk, humiliation kink, slighttt voyeurism, needy!reader, jealous!shuri, i feel like this friendship group lowks gives poly vibes but truly reader just loves her friends n they love her okayyy.

request by @vai27 {can i please request a dom!shuri fic, smut a friend to lover with shuri and reader where they’re super attracted to each other and always flirting but never act on the sexual tension. until one day shuri is upset about something and she warns the reader to behave and the reader teases her by asking what “are you going to do about it, spank me?” and shuri actually does, lots of smut maybe even some chocking}

a/n — hope u enjoy ! <3 i didn't write this yall, i'm classy.

⟢˚ @mbakuetshurisprincess @inmyheadimobsessed @letitias-fav @barkbarkbo @shurismainbxtch @verachii @rxcently @shuriszn @lppriceisright @heartsforjojo

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i could be with anyone, i’m fussy like pussy cat. you’re the only one i want. give love and then you take it back, won’t the kisses all be fun?

the smooth hazelnut drink glides out of your cup, and you let out a satisfied hum at the sweet taste, your lashes fluttering before you sweep your eyes over the bustling coffee shop. her powerful aura makes it hard to miss her, a light smile dancing on her lips as you make your way towards her, and she stands from the booth to greet you.

she reaches for your coffee and your bagged muffin setting the two on the table behind her before she’s settling her arms around your waist, sliding them across your skin to firmly place her hands onto your lower back, pressing you against her. she hums as her lips ghost over your cheekbones then down your neck as she breathes you in.

“late as always, s’thandwa.”

the words are murmured into your skin, her voice cheeky and low as she barely pulls away, her hands dragging up the skin of your waist until they’re sliding along your arms to grab your hands, which she lifts to her face, her dark eyes intently holding yours as she brushes her pillowy lips across your knuckles, and there’s a smirk threatening to break across her face when the action makes your mouth part.

“you smell divine.”

then she’s stepping back, pulling your joined hands from her face as she guides you into the booth where she was sitting, urging you to sit by the window, and then she sits right next to you, her arm placing itself over your shoulder, her hand fiddling with your soft locs. you blink, turning your head to look at her from under her arm, and her eyes are already on you causing a bashful smile to adorn your lips as you part your mouth to thank her.

“five minutes and thirty seconds, that’s a new low, y/n.”

your head snaps across the table, your gaze catching riri’s before sliding beside her to catch monet’s, their eyes are twinkling in mischief and you slightly pull away from shuri, ignoring her groan of protest as the heat crawls up your cheeks. you roll your eyes at the two girls before you’re biting out, “i was literally about to greet you, impatient ass niggas.”

your voice is light and teasing, knowing that your sight was tunnel-visioned on shuri from the moment you spotted her, the two girls let out noises of indignation and the smile grows on your face at being in the presence of the people you love. the conversation is flowing nicely, filled with laughter, and flying topics, shuri’s head drops to your neck as she moves her arm from around your shoulders to wrap around your waist, pulling you so close to her that you are almost in her lap.

the two girls are unphased, having witnessed the plausible sexual tension between both of their friends an infinite number of times, and you feel yourself melting into shuri’s firm grip. the warmth from her hands is seeping into your skin as she draws circles on your exposed waist, and a light laugh leaves your lips, fluttering along monet’s disbelieving cackle as you set down your empty coffee cup.

you lift your gaze to hers, smirking, before smoothing your hands over your skirt, seeing shuri reach for your unopened muffin from the corner of your eye, before monet speaks between her giggles, “he said that to you? he couldn’t have been serious.”

you laugh again before deadpanning at the girl, “the audacity of men is always that serious, mo.”

shuri snorts beside you, breaking off a piece of the warm baked good and popping it in her mouth, your eyes fixed on the clench of her jaw as she chews, feeling the heat lick at your skin as you stare.

“uyaphambana [he's audacious]. he should’ve known not to try anything with you.”

you raise your eyebrow at her, the heat between your legs burning at the dark and cocky tone coating the arguably possessive words, “what do you even mean by that?”

when shuri’s gaze slowly cuts to yours, she’s lifting a piece of the chocolate treat to your lips, your mouth dropping open on its own, and her fingers brush against your lips when she deposits the treat into your awaiting mouth. her eyes are intense, and her grip tightens on your waist as she watches you chew slowly.

there’s ringing in your ears and the only thing on your mind is shuri; how her dark eyes take in your face, how her hand is firmly kneading your skin, her long fingers digging into your softness as she mumbles the words to you.

“swallow for me, baby.”

you do as you’re told, her free hand coming to rest on your thigh before it slides up and down the skin there, lightly tapping your knee to urge you to unclench your legs, her long fingers falling between your legs and settling high there. when someone clears their throat aggressively, you’re flinching in humiliation, turning to see riri and monet looking visibly irritated.

“might as well fuck in front of us too.” riri mumbles under her breath, sending you into a coughing spree as your breath catches at her words.

shuri squeezes you, her hand lifting to rub your back as she chuckles, quickly retorting about how the two girls would ‘enjoy the show too much’. and monet quickly teases back, murmuring in agreement, slyly commenting about how ‘hot you and y/n look together already’, gasping theatrically about how she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

you splutter in utter embarrassment, your cheeks hot as all three of them laugh at you, they loved to see you get embarrassed because it was so easy to get you there. your eyes roll as a smile teases your lips, threatening to break your annoyed façade, before you clear your throat, “shut the fuck up, are we still on for tonight?”

they let out hums of agreement as you check your phone, 17:53, and you’re picking up your trash as you hug everyone goodbye letting them know that you’re going to get ready.

shuri follows you out but when she makes a move to walk you home, you protest heavily, your hand lifting to lightly push against her stomach, the tense of her abs makes you pause before you look up at her.

“stop, babe. in case you forgot, your apartment is that way and i am fully capable of getting back on my own.”

she hesitates before reluctantly agreeing, you laugh and spin to walk away, feeling her eyes follow your figure as you walk. when your door shuts behind you and you catch the giddy smile on your face in the mirror, one you must’ve showcased the entire walk back, it’s like a slap in the face.

you and shuri dance around each other like potential lovers but you know that would never happen, you wish you could chop it up to your own insecurities but truly it was because shuri never fails to draw a line between the two of you when things get too risky, too intimate.

honestly, it was tiring and a little hurtful, the push and pull between you, especially given how much you loved her – you wanted her so badly, absolutely ached to have her as your girlfriend and everyone seemed to know but her.

you sigh out loud, frustrated, you drop your tense shoulders and make your way to your wardrobe; you were going to dress absolutely wicked, get absolutely wasted, and possibly, but very unlikely, end up under someone tonight and completely forget about shuri udaku.

⤠

the sweat was shining on your body, your skin glittering under the lights as you danced with monet and the feeling is freeing, the music flowing through you like it was a part of you, guiding you in the crowd but you’re in your own world, unaware of the number of eyes on you.

the figure that steps behind you is ignored by you too, their body shifting to match the rhythm of your already moving waist, and unbeknownst to you, riri, sitting next to shuri at the bar, spares the wakandan queen a nervous glance. even she knew that your actions were intentional, aiming to provoke shuri, somehow. she didn't know whether to commend you for your bravery or cuss you (and shuri) out for the obtuse display of stupidity.

shuri feels like she’s in a trance as her gaze sweeps over your moving figure, the smile on your lips so fucking devastating that it makes her mind viciously buzz with static, her eyes darkening as they settle on the material on your hips steadily rising with your every movement.

and she can feel the panther inside her simmering under her skin, she was livid. she downs her whiskey before setting it roughly on the kitchen counter forcing herself to calm down, you weren’t hers.

but seeing you so familiar with some stranger when you had hardly even acknowledged her tonight made her feel wrong as if something was missing, it had her feeling on edge in a way she hasn’t in a very long time. she doesn’t even realise how long she’s been silently seething until she’s hearing you, hearing your pretty voice travel through her, gliding into her senses accompanied by your sweet scent.

“why are you just sitting here, ri? it’s not like we’re at a party or anything.”

you grab riri’s hands, moving to stand in front of the small girl who rolls her eyes at your sarcasm before snarkily responding, and it makes you snort. monet moves to sit in the seat next to riri, opposite to the side shuri sat on, dropping her head to rest in the ri's neck. you fiddle with the girl’s rings nervously, actively trying to ignore the certain presence near you.

but when you see movement out of the corner of your eye, you stiffen slightly, having been overtly aware of her attention on you since you had walked over to the pair, quickly forcing yourself to resist acknowledging her – despite her burning, and alluring gaze being fixed on you the entirety of the night.

riri and monet are staring at you amusingly, your actions were obvious to them, and it made you glare at them before clearing your throat, subtly stepping away from riri’s seated figure to try to slide yourself between her and monet, further away from shuri.

and that made the panther snap.

before you can blink, shuri is standing, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she tugs you against her frame, your breath stutters as she stands with your back pressed against her chest and slides her hands to wrap around your body.

her hand interlaces over yours, coming to rest over your stomach while the other is placing itself on the dip of your hip, her thumb pressing into the flesh of your upper ass, and she’s leaning her head down to your ear, her breath making you shiver.

“walk.”

the command is accompanied by a firm press of her hand, one that makes your thighs clench tightly, and one that wasn’t needed because your body is moving before she can even exhale. the crowd gently parts for the both of you, everyone seems to sense the tension rolling off the dangerously powerful woman behind you, sparing a nosy glance before going back to enjoying their night out.

once shuri’s got you in a seemingly abandoned hallway in the furthest corner of the huge house the party was being hosted in, she’s swiftly pressing you into the wall, her hands on either side of your head as she leans down to glare into your eyes, your figure shrinking at the intensity in them.

“you’re pissing me off, baby.”

her voice is even, and low, so low, it makes you wonder what she’d sound like getting lost in devouring you, and god, she sounded so hot, the heat in your stomach flickering wildly. the music sounded far away, and it makes you realise just how far off from the centre of the party you both were, and that makes you clench in anticipation.

your mouth parts at her words, your eyes narrowing in disbelief, you were pissing her off? you can feel a different heat lick at your throat, one of impulse, of defiance. and shuri sees it coming before it happens, your chin raising ever so slightly as your eyebrow lifts in a challenge, but she’s too shocked to intercept you, “i do what i want, panther.”

the words were spat from your mouth carrying a heavy sneer and the use of her title provokes shuri. a heavy heat spiking under her skin and she can feel herself vibrating with the need to claim you, fuck you into knowing exactly what she was to you, what you were to her, to them.

she wraps her hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to provoke a sharp gasp out of you, tilting your jaw as she pulls your face so close to her own that you can feel her heavy breaths on your lips, feel the tremble in her body as she practices self-control, “you better fucking behave, y/n.”

her tone rings warning bells in your head but you want her to break the line, to unapologetically snap herself into ravaging you, so your voice is teasing when you speak, “or else what? what are you going to do if i don’t? spank me?”

suddenly, you’re facing the wall, shuri’s manhandling you like she owned you, her chest roughly pressing against your back before her hand is rearing back and slapping the skin of your ass, and the loud moan you let out is of shock, your pussy clenching at the impact. there's silence as she pauses, your breathing heavy and you're so wet.

her hand is simply rubbing over the muscle, but when you slightly arch, presenting yourself to her. she’s letting out a strained grunt, before repeating her previous actions, once then twice, and on the third, you let out a desperate whimper trying to push back into her hits, her hands on you feeling like the redemption you didn't know you needed, but she’s pinning you to the wall with her other hand.

“be fucking good.”

her voice is rough, and gravelly as she continues spanking you, her big hands soothing the skin after every hit despite her harsh tone. you’re a whimpering, desperate mess and it makes shuri ache, you were everything she needed. the thought makes her last slap heavier, itching to hear a break within your pretty sounds and she does – the heavy gasp you let out breaking sinfully around its pitch, trailing off into a wet whimper, and it’s music to her ears.

her hand circles your stinging cheek, massaging the soft muscle as she drops her nose to your neck, your scent invading her senses as she runs it along your neck, smirking slightly at the goosebumps she leaves in her trail. shuri slides her hand down to the hem of your skirt, pausing for a breath or two, to feel you squirm before slipping her fingers between your legs, groaning when she feels the wetness along your inner thighs.

you feel her other hand press on your lower back, lightly pressing you into an arch before she moves it to rest along the hem of your skirt, your cheek pressing into the coolness of the wall as you feel her hand leave your thighs. your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you can feel the pulsing beats travelling through the heavy pump of your veins before settling, painfully in the heat between your legs.

and then she’s sliding your skirt up your thighs achingly slow, and you clench your thighs tightly when you remember just where you two were, a whimper escaping your lips as you squirm, your knees rubbing together as you realise just how exposed you were, anyone could walk passed and just see you.

“you embarrassed, baby?” her words are taunting and they make your eyes shut tightly, your back arching more into her before you whimper, her words print themselves into your psyche, lull you into a blanket of safety that only she could wrap you in, “you don’t want them to hear you give yourself to me? see you dripping onto the floor like my bratty little slut?”

“please, please, shuri, i’ll be so good, please just touch me.”

your words are broken, coming out in incoherent, needy jumbles that make shuri hum as she fixes your skirt on your hips, the material bunching around your waist and it makes you so vulnerable, so available to prying eyes, and the thought makes you drip. everyone would know, know who you belonged to if they were to set their eyes on the scene and the notion makes your hips buck in her grip, hearing the amused chuckle she breathes into the tense air.

"such a desperate, needy girl hm."

when shuri leans against you once again, her head is dropping to your neck before her hand slides down your ass to brush against your soaked panties, you jolt as she groans, rubbing her fingers in slow circles over your underwear, and your clit is pulsing under her attention. your head nods frantically as the sounds slip out of your lips, her hands finally touching you feeling like too much but too little at the same time, she was overwhelming you and she knew it.

“tell me you’re mine, princess.”

the words make you arch your back further, craving more from her, “i’m yours, i’m yours, only yours, shuri.” your voice is pleading, your hips circle to match her movements and shuri can smell the desperation off you and the sadistic side of her thrives in it, “mhmm, that’s right, s’thandwa.”

her hand momentarily leaves you to harshly slide your panties down your legs, and even when your instincts tell you to hide, you know you can’t, the material is sitting around your ankles, kissing your heels. shuri brings the hand that’s around your waist up to your jaw, shifting your gaze to connect with hers to watch your mouth drop open as she presses tight circles around your clenching entrance.

"keep those pretty eyes on me when i'm touching you, angel."

her eyes study the way your eyebrows scrunch, the way your chest heaves as she slips a finger into your warm walls, her own pussy clenching at how divine you felt. the breaths you’re heaving out are almost painful against your ribs, the drag of shuri’s fingers in you making the ball in your stomach expand painfully like she’s dragging you to your release.

“you gonna come for me, baby?” your head is nodding frantically, your mouth open as you gasp repeatedly, feeling so, so close, “you think you deserve it? you were so mean to me earlier, angel.” she’s cooing. her voice is taunting, tainted with a sweet, wicked venom as her fingers start to slow to a stop and you could sob with how desperate you were. the protests that fall from your lips are quickly silenced with the sharp look shuri sends you, the sheer dominance rolling off of her making your pussy clench tightly around her fingers, aching to keep her in there.

shuri grunts when she feels the welcoming clenches of your walls around her fingers, and she’s unable to resist the urge to give you one last harsh thrust that has you moaning out before withdrawing from you completely, turning your figure to face her. a smirk slides over her lips when she sees how open you are to her, to her touch and it quells the possessive fire inside her; you were hers.

slowly, she brings her hands to wrap around the ends of your long locs, lightly pulling them to make you look up at her before her eyes flicker between both of yours, bast, she was in love with you. you looked ruined, ruined by and for her, your lashes clinging together, your chest heaving and she leans down to breathe you in, her teeth sinking into the pillow of your lips, wishing to see them swell and bruise under the attention.

and her hand is back in your aching cunt, your wetness dripping down her arm makes her smirk at you and your hips are rocking against her fingers, your eyes never leaving hers as you moan unabashedly into her mouth, “my dirty little angel. let them hear you when you come for your love, yeah?” and you shake violently at how she refers to herself, your legs attempting to close around her arm, and she laughs at you.

your nails are digging into her forearms to ground yourself, your head so cloudy with the pleasure she was giving you that you don’t realise just how much your hips were needily thrusting against her hand, shuri watches you lose yourself in her and she can hear the predator purr in response, leaning down to lay several pecks on your unresponsive pretty lips.

“that’s it, baby. rock on me until you’re all pretty and hazy for me, giving me all that come because that’s all you’re good for, my love.”

her coos are low and whispered into you, lulling you like a siren call as her words call your release forward, your legs trying to shut around her strong arm as you weep, but she simply tuts, continuing her harsh thrusts in your sloppy heat, speaking praises into your open mouth, her gaze hungrily trailing over the hot tears that streamed down your cheeks, your eyes clenched as your vision blanked.

shuri drops her head to your neck, the warm kisses trailing along your skin bringing you back to her, your eyes blinking up at her as she pulls away to kiss on your face, coaxing a giggle out of you while she slides your skirt back down to cover you. her body is relaxed as she drops down to slip your underwear from your legs, sliding them into her pocket as she gently, lovingly kisses your knee.

you whine pathetically as you look down at her, “come kiss me.”

shuri's eyes roll as she stands to your height, her eyes narrowing at you and the pout adorning your puffy lips as a smile pulls at her own, “still so fucking bratty.”

she slides her hand to cradle the back of your head pulling you gently towards her, pausing as your breath hitches before her soft lips slide over yours. her emotions are spilling into the kiss and so are yours, you can taste the unsaid words, the restraint, the need, you can feel her love as she wordlessly presses it into you, and it makes overwhelmed tears spring from your shut eyes.

your hand blindly grasps for hers before weaving your fingers together, and shuri finds herself drawing a line to wrap around the both of you instead of redrawing the one keeping you from her.

oh, my love. it’s been a long road. but you never, never said if you’re letting me go, for sure. if you won’t let me go, then you gotta try, hold me close.

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[sev-on-kamino]

How would the Bad batch (or 501st) react to having a sensitive/ticklish S/O? I love domestic scenes sm ✨🦋🦋

Thank you so much for sending this in 🥰 Y’all are making me make some hard choices though, and I’m sweating lol

Writing this on the assumption that their S/O doesn’t mind being tickled or actively enjoys it because our consent kings wouldn’t do anything their S/O didn’t like on purpose.

Warnings: mentions of kissing and touching, mad fluffy

The Bad Batch reacts to ✨a ticklish S/O✨:

Hunter

He really tries to be mindful of it, because he knows how it feels to have his senses overloaded against his will.

The issue is the sound you make when he tickles you.

Your giggles are fucking cute, and he LOVES them. The sound hits his ears just right. Instant mood boost.

So there are times when he’s weak, and he sees you cleaning, or tinkering with something.

It’s like a predator catching his prey unaware. You look so cute and vulnerable.

He can’t resist letting his fingers dance over your sides, gliding them along your inner thighs, ghosting over your hips.

When he’s rewarded with that laugh he loves so much, he’s going to kiss every bit of you he can reach.

Tech

First and foremost he’s going to explain the reaction to you because it’s Tech.

Then he’s going to figure out all the places that yield that joyful reaction and file them away for later.

He’s very particular about when and where he chooses to tickle you.

Like when you’re being bratty and won’t get out of the pilot’s seat.

Or when you’re not paying attention to something he’s saying. as soon as you look distracted, his fingers are working over your sides to regain your attention

Wrecker

Like Hunter, Wrecker loves your laugh. He lives for it.

Not only does he enjoy your laughter, he likes feeling your muscles tense beneath his fingers, and the way you press closer for more.

(side note HC: I think Wrecker is a very tactile person, and not only does he enjoy touching, but the way things (and people ofc 😏) feel is important to him)

Wrecker is not calculating about when he tickles you.

He might do it when the two of you are playing around or even when you’re making out.

He always tells you how beautiful you look and sound when you laugh

Crosshair

There are times when it seems like Crosshair has forgotten you’re ticklish.

He’s both graceful and deliberate in his motions, including how he touches you.

So when you’re sparring, and you start improve your technique, and are finally able to pin him, he remembers he has a secret weapon.

You’re straddling him, thinking you’ve won, and he rests his hands on your waist like he does all the time…right before he digs his fingers in, and starts tickling you with no mercy.

He’s going to flip the pair of you over, and continue to make you giggle and gasp and beg.

Hearing your laughter is going to earn you one of his rare smiles.

Echo

Echo, like Crosshair, is deliberate in his actions, so if he’s tickling you, you can be sure it’s on purpose.

He’ll do it when you’re being fussy after losing a game.

He’ll do it when you’re being too cocky after winning a game.

He finds it hilarious to ask you questions while you’re laughing uncontrollably.

“What’s that, sweet thing? You want a rematch?”

He can’t help but smile down at you while you try to catch your breath, and he’s definitely going to steal some kisses.

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[sobbyclown]

hiii! my names lynnie, I’m F15 and I’m looking for someone to do a call of duty roleplay with ☺️ like most people I enjoy oc x cc out of all, but I’m willing to do oc x oc if your character is detailed and not unrealistic.. I struggle writing cc’s but I can always try if it’s a necessity!

my favourites are ghost and price but I’m not really fussy

i have two really in-depth ocs that I love and will attach at the bottom of the post, I also cosplay them on my tiny TikTok channel which I will also link! Btw please read their content warnings at the top of the doc! 🫶

i normally interact through discord (my tag is @l.ynnie ) but if you shoot me a dm on here Il probably reply sooner or later!

im a sucker for angst and shipping although I can write fluff and other things!

honestly whatever length or writing you can do I can do, Im a mirror writer so I’m not bothered!!!

I’m pretty much comfortable with anything but I do like age gaps (I’m sorry it’s the daddy issues) aus, opposites attract, forbidden romance etc! hope some of you may be interested and interact with me soon! 🫶

(feel free to dm here, TikTok or discord 💞)

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[percyslist]

Vesper had been fussing all night, her cries ringing through the empty halls of the palace. Not wanting to disturb Vex, who had been sleeping peacefully next to him, Percy was the one to get up to care for their daughter. He’d always been a light sleeper anyways, and his wife needed the rest a whole lot more than he did.

In his half-awake haze, Percy barely remembered to fetch his glasses from his nightstand before he pulled himself from the warm comforts of his bed, careful not to wake Vex. He rushed through the hallways with stumbling feet, his vision still blurry from sleep. He opened the door to the nursery and winced as the noise of Vesper’s screaming got louder as he stepped into the room. “Come on now, little one,” he said as he scooped her into his arms.

He tried everything. He tried to give her the baby formula, hoping beyond all hope that she was just hungry. She wouldn’t take it.

“There’s one trait we share,” he told her. “Stubbornness. Though I had hoped that by some miracle, you’d be at least somewhat compliant.”

He rocked her back and forth, cooing soft assurances, but nothing he did seemed to appease his tiny daughter. He cringed again as her desperate shrieks continued, the sound piercing his ears.

“Well, fuck, Vesper,” he said, sitting on an armchair with her still crying in his arms, “I’m not sure what it is that you want from me.”

Vesper, who couldn’t yet understand her father’s frustration, continued to cry. Percy was on the verge of tears himself. He wasn’t like Vex, who had taken to parenthood naturally, as if it was a natural next step after the years they’d spent adventuring. Sure, he’d taken care of his little siblings when they were children, but that had been years ago, when he’d been a child himself.

And now, here he was, a grown man who couldn’t figure out how to get his infant daughter to go back to sleep.

He didn’t know what else he could possibly do, so with a sigh, he began to sing. It was hardly a lullaby, but it was a song Percy’s parents had used when he and his siblings were too fussy in the night. Some nights, it was the only thing that got them to shut up. Over the years, as he got older, the song became a constant in his life. Even in his adulthood, after he lost one family member after another, he would hum the song under his breath when he needed the comfort it brought him.

As the beginning lyrics hit her ears, Vesper stopped her wailing and looked up at him with curious eyes, as if she could understand the meaning behind the simple melody. As if she recognized the words she didn’t know yet.

“Echo of the clock tower

Footstep in the alleyway

Sweep of the wind sifting the leaves”

Percy thought of his family often. They constantly flooded his thoughts, bringing both bad and good memories of every variety. He thought of his siblings, wondering what they would have given to have the chance of the life that Percy now did. He thought of his parents, hoping to any god that would listen that he wouldn’t have to lose his children as they did.

He thought of Vox Machina: heroes who had almost reached the status of gods, torn apart by the unforgiving hand of the Raven Queen. Percy thought of his wife, the mother of his child, the love and light of his life. Vex, the woman who had once told him that she didn’t know what she was without her brother, the only one that had stood at her side throughout it all.

He thought of Keyleth, who was now the wise and brave leader of her people, how she had cried into Percy’s shoulder after everything, muttering nonsense about how much she would give for the opportunity to hold her partner in her arms again.

He thought of Vax: not quite dead but just out of reach, unable to have the life he more than deserved, the life that for some reason, Percy got in his place.

Yet another ghost to haunt him, to remind him of his many shortcomings. Another raven to watch on from his windowsill.

Percy kept singing.

“Jeweler of the spider web

Connoisseur of autumn’s opulence

Blade of lightning harvesting the sky”

He thought of the Gods, of their cruelty and their indifference towards human affairs. When it came down to it, they cared for no one and nothing but themselves. He’d seen their selfishness firsthand.

“Keeper of the small gate

Choreographer of entrances and exits

Midnight whisper traveling the wires”

He thought of the Raven Queen, the stone-cold ruler over death and fate, the god that had pried away Percy’s chances of a normal life when he was nothing but a child.

“Seducer, healer,

Deity or thief?

I will see you soon enough”

Someday, he would be able to ask her why, face to face. He would be able to look her in the eye and demand to know why he got to live instead of his mother, his father, his siblings. He would demand to know why he got to live and Vax didn’t.

He would muster the courage to ask the questions he was too afraid to find the words for now.

Vesper had fallen asleep again, nestling into Percy’s chest. As he looked down at his young daughter, he could feel his anger evaporate, turning into a soft adoration of his child, an appreciation for the life he had gained in exchange for the one he had lost all those years ago. He had built a new branch of the family he had once considered lost to history, and for that opportunity, he was eternally grateful. But did the growth compensate for the destruction that had taken place, all those years ago?

Had the Raven Queen granted Percy new life in a way that made up for the ones she had taken so mercilessly? Was it worth it, now that he had Vex, now that he had Vesper? Would anyone ever be able to fill the empty chasms that had taken up residence in Percy’s soul since he had lost everything? Could anyone ever hope to replace his parents or his brothers and sisters? Could anyone ever bring back the man Percival de Rolo could have become, if he had not been consumed by vengeance at such an early age?

His thoughts turned to each sibling that he lost. In his head, he recited each of their names in a silent chant. A promise to remember.

Julius, Vesper, Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig.

Vax’ildan, he added, after a moment’s hesitation. Yes, they weren’t actually related, but for all intents and purposes, they were brothers. There was no other way to describe their relationship, in the years they’d known each other.

“You have taken everyone I have ever dared to call a brother,” he whispered, half to himself, half to the God he knew wasn’t listening. “But you will not take my friends, my wife, my daughter. Not in the way you took them. Not in the way you took him.”

In the shadow of the rainfall

In the brief violet darkening of a sunset

But until then I pray

Watch over him

Julius. Vesper. Oliver. Whitney. Ludwig. Vax’ildan.

Watch over him

As the mountain guards it’s covert ore

And the harsh falcon

It’s flightless young

“You had better protect him,” he continued, “Because if I get there, and I find him to be anything less than the absolute pain in the ass he was in life, you and I are going to have a real fucking problem.”

And with those final words to the wretched goddess of death, he let himself fall asleep again, his beloved daughter safely curled into his chest.

—

Vex awoke to an empty bed, which wasn’t entirely a rare occasion, so she didn’t think much of it. With a groan and a great effort, she sat upright and padded through the hallways to check on Vesper.

She froze with her hand on the doorknob when she heard the sound of Percy’s soft snores coming from the inside of the nursery. As carefully as she could, she cracked the door open and stepped inside.

Percy sat slumped on the armchair, mouth hanging open and glasses crooked on his nose, his arms wrapped around Vesper, who slept peacefully. Vex laughed softly to herself at the sight, about to close the door again when she caught a flutter of black somewhere in her periphery.

Her eyes followed the movement to the windowsill, where a raven sat, watching.

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

out of all the people you write for in cod watchdogs and strangerthings who is most to least kinky

COD i dont think a lot of these men would be diabolically kinky, like they see enough shit on a daily basis, i think they just want to be loved.

BUT-

Konig and Ghost are at the top of the list, they're into some weird shit konig moreso they're both into size difference stuff, like,

ghost cant get over how small you feel in his hands, it turns him on so fast. he covers up for it by teasing you or playfully being mean, bullying your cock if its smaller than his, poking fun at how wet your cunt is when he hasn't even touched you yet, stuff like that...

i also think he might be into bullying or degradation, not to him of course, if you try to bully him he gets all fussy but as soon as the tables are turned hes relentless.

konig LOVES your size difference, i wholeheartedly believe this man is a sub-leaning, he can still dom he just needs to be in the mood for it first but thats pretty rare. so if you're tiny and you can still dom someone the size of him hes head over heals swooning for you. if you top him AND dom him hes actually in love.

hes got some other nasty kinks as well, i can feel it

third place is a close tie between soap and price,

price is super into taboo stuff, it just takes a minute to unlock that side of him. he likes being called daddy and sir and LOVES roleplay

soap is an exhibitionist, you can't argue with me on this one. he pulling you to every little nook and cranny he knows of and having at it. there was one point in his life where he couldn't have sex in normal places like he just couldn't get hard at all unless there was a chance you could get caught.

Stranger Things

first place is Johnathan, youu know that saying i think its like the quiet people are always the freakiest.

hes nasty, i can feel it in my bones.

he LOVES taking photos of you and himself, he gets off on knowing you're probably jerking off to one of his pictures.

slight exhibitionist, he likes going to develop his photos in public dark rooms, the thought of someone seeing one gets him all hot and bothered.

hes kind of into cnc, as far as his photos, nothing more than taking pictures of you without you knowing you've already consented before

next in line HAS got to be eddie, theres someone i cant remember the name of who hc's him as a virgin and i whole heartedly believe it, hes had so much time to just sit and think, hes got so many filthy little fantasies and hes so pent up

he likes being edged, hes only thought about it, every time hes tried he ends up getting too desperate and making himself cum anyway, if its by accident or not.

he gets off on being called a pervert, maybe a freak but only if its in an explicitly playful way, theres a fine line and honestly its better to steer clear of degradation unless he states he wants it outright.

he likes being made to say what he wants, he likes to act confident and stuff but as soon as it comes to actually having sex hes so nervous.

i also think he really latches onto nonsexual domination, not like anything aggressive just if you nonchalantly do something that strikes as dominant in your every day life he starts getting hot and bothered like, telling him to do something "answer the phone, I'm busy" or "move i need to get over there" he likes a man who can assert himself without being overly aggressive.

steve and controversially billy have to be the most vanilla,

as much as i want to say steve is a kinky degenerate, hes not. hes a rich white boy with no parents, he probably just wants to be comforted during sex.

but that doesnt mean he wont try things you want to try, hes open to suggestions you have. the kinkiest thing hes ever initiated would probably be heavy making out along with some frottage in a public bathroom.

billy is heavily traumatized and very like self-repressive and oppressive, he hates himself for being gay and he probably won't let you touch him like that for the longest time.

WATCH DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!! i was so excited to get this one, i never get watch dogs asks but i love my babies sm

first on the list is wrench, duh. the guys a fucking degenerate, he wants to try any and everything, no matter what it is.

i think his personal favorites are choking, cameras/filming, wearing women's underwear, and exhibitionism less so in legion

he doesnt like being called or calling you daddy unironically, it gives him the ick if its done seriously.

second is probably jordi. the more i think about it the more i think he might be kinkier than wrench but jori knows what he likes whereas wrench will do anything.

jordis into objectifying, hes not really the kind of guy to turn to a sex worker, i see him as a fuck buddies guy purely because he thinks hes too old/his job is too much to have a real relationship with you but he still acts like your boyfriend and he gets possessive in the way where he stalks you and your socials for more info about that new guy you're hanging out with. he wants to be the only guy you fuck and what he wants he gets.

jordi also favorites rough sex and choking and he likes cumming inside you whether you like it or not.

hes also super into spending money on you but only when it benefits him, he'll whine and complain if you ask him to buy you a charger or something but hes all over buying you like expensive ass lingerie or something

in last place is marcus, im sorry but he doesn't give me kinky vibes, the kiniest hes ever gotten was playing the weekend and turned the leds red while you fucked

[2n2n]

ch 108

WEWWWWWW!!!!!!!! amazing times.

ghoul.... mmm... you look amazing honey

distractions

what is it with aida-sensei wwwww... if it's not Mokke running all around playing sillay little games in the BG it's a detail like this... well I love it very much

It's good to see Akane indict the Clockkeepers in some sense. The real threat indeed...

here we go AGAIN~

poor little songbird~~

it's the captive princesses ... Nene-chan.... I really adore you... you are pure of heart... you have to absorb and appreciate your scenery and role, don't you... it suits you. Unfortunately, even despite your intentions to do this secretly while he sleeps for some self-indulgent reason, I don't think Tsukasa can perceive your fetish, as he is too innocent. Now, you need to show it to Amane....

so kind of you to try to free you both at once, Nene-chan.... you really warmed up to him, didn't you?

N-Nene-chan animal theater.... I love when Aida-sensei does this so much!!!!!!

whore drawing...

but.. I really love to get to see a listless Tsukasa. I've been waiting forever... it's very cute that fatigue makes him depressive and unmotivated! I like that he's not trying at all and just laying down... Tsukasa strikes me as ah, not tolerant of bad stimuli...? the kind of boy who needs to keep his shirt untucked and his suspenders loose to the point of falling off... who can't tolerate a movie theater longterm. It's a charm point, part of this childishness... if he's bored, he just leaves ... if he's tired, he just lays down...

I'm so fascinated that his Tsueshiro are rendered inert, now. I couldn't imagine-- not when the general time power itself couldn't effect him like it did Amane... and, since Amane's Tsueshiro is operating perfectly normally, this means what happens to one doesn't touch the other...

Th-thank you for having beliefs like this, Nene-chan.... please, please think about how they are twins. It makes their minds special, doesn't it? Surely.

another instance to add to the list of 'Tsukasa having a surprising amount of faith in Nene-chan"! WELL-PLACED FAITH !!!! she's amazing isn't she....! this chapter....!

meanwhile.... a wrecking ball smashes into our minds...

what an incredibly intense bit of lore for the Yugi. I love how Tsukasa approaches 'facts'-- with a practical sense, without seeming morose or mired in what could seem a grim absolute. It's just like his delivery of, "Amane hates me" as his younger self.... Tsukasa doesn't lie to himself, doesn't pull away from what is true, but neither does he express resentment, or any expectation or wish for it to be any different. Amane is Amane. Tsukasa knows Amane. I really don't think Tsukasa imagines ... change ... in their dynamic, as much as Amane also struggles avidly with the idea of having anything 'new' as a ghost. I'm sure that is why Tsukasa is seemingly aiming for Amane to rip him asunder again....

He can't seem to be sad about what he doesn't have, because he just doesn't fathom having it in the first place. I... think that's, the purpose of, Nene-chan... to make Tsukasa consider what he doesn't have, or what could be had. Despite being the wish agent, I don't think Tsukasa wishes for much. I think Nene-chan does that for Amane too, of course... I think she's meant to give both the Yugi an impetus for seeing more. For wishing.

whatever part of Tsukasa may have mouthed Amane's name despite his own belief, he does seem to feel something profound....

you're acting tsun and fussy at a time like this.....

I hope Amane heard their entire exchange ... I imagine he would feel quite stubborn and fussy about what Tsukasa's so easily declared as a fact about him. I wonder how he feels about it.... "never come when called by you?"

I am sure every single second, feeling his weight accounted for and bared by Amane's body, is dreamlike. I doubt he can believe what he's feeling! For real.. Amane's arm! Carrying you! In equal measure to carrying Nene-chan!! THERE COULDN'T BE A BETTER MORE IDEAL PANEL FOR EXPRESSING AMANE'S LOVE FOR THE TWO--!!! these little GOONS!! also, this panel kind of gives you lewd thoughts

I'm sure.... if Amane showed up, Tsukasa expected Nene-chan to be plucked from his hands, and to continue to watch them pivot away to safety, while he falls down into the dark pit.. left to his own devices to figure out how to get out. He had to get out of Amane's boundary by himself, didn't he? and Tsukasa wouldn't be sad about it….! Really. It would be Amane being Amane, to him. He expects it, and it's fine. He loves Amane, anyway. He'd die for an Amane who he believes hates him. That's the kind of person Tsukasa is.

a moment to appreciate Tsukasa releasing his own hold on the edge of the cage, to catch Nene-chan...

A wonderful display. I don't think he thinks twice about it.... not a choice to plummet himself to oblivion, but an instinct. That's just like him, isn't it....?

I'll talk a little more about cages, crying for help, beseeching, at the end... because I have a few more thoughts about it!

ughhh save your princesses ♥♥♥♥ I can't believe you've threaded Tsukasa's bound arms around your neck.... ♥♥♥ God do I wish I could see it second by second....

you're making all my dreams come truuuueee Amaneeeeeehhhhh ♥♥♥♥ all three...!!! your two precious things....!!! ohhhhh our heroooo ♥♥♥♥ dashing in his cape.........

y-you remove Nene-chan's shackles but not Tsukasa's .......

if that is how you want me, master... wwwww

goobie woobie oobie baby Nene-chan in Hanako's arms. Hanako experiencing a new lolicon emotion. Ohhhhhhhhh sweet darling preciousness.... it's not so bad to experience a little bit of pain for such an incredible pleasure, right??

oh all this build up and sweating and shaking to say absolutely nothing in response is so incredibly Amane. She loves you just the way you are, thankfully.... we all do.....

I like DBS's TL of Tsu here better than the MangaUP actually AHAH... mangaUP did "good for you." which I think in ENGLISH carries a bitter connotation that I genuinely do not think Tsukasa has lol. He just talks in a naturally simple way lol.

god. Amane you'd love to get away with doing things with no commentary but unfortunately you have a funny little bug of a brother who is obsessed with you.... what an. amazing and perfect Yugi interaction. Amane obviously being pissy. extremely. Tsukasa keying into it. Amane lying blatantly but stubbornly doubling down anyway. Tsukasa continuing to ask like a little pest. Oouuuh. Boyce... brothers....

ohhh Tsu-chan... you can't... imagine.... the kinds of feelings... Amane has about that kiss... okay... he can't begin t o .. articulate ... any of it at all ... I'm sure he would honestly like it to be as simple as 'mad' ....

personally I enjoy that this makes it obvious it wasn't really Tsukasa's intention ... but I think it's cute to him Amane is still thinking about it despite all the circumstances and events lol.... I actually think Amane is being very charitable and maybe the best big brother he can manage to be here ............ I would give him a treat if I could ... not gonna yell at Tsukasa.... not gonna lash out rn.... contain it....

now I would like to say something funny lol. Tsukasa's line here is actually incredibly ambiguous:

he doesn't actually make reference to Nene-chan, it's like " Amane kiss also?" in that casually threadbare way JP can be ... it means the fujoshi are free to interpret "he's pointing to himself, is he referring to Amane kissing him?" playfully aahahahaa... I'm sad its hard to preserve that kind of ambiguous way of phrasing something!!! it's sad that kind of "wait what did he mean" funny discussion can't happen here, mangaUP also just had him directly refer to kissing Nene-chan.... I'm SUUUUURE it's 'meant that way' but, like, I love when coach lets the girlies play....!!!! they are loving this panel.... its way funnier vague .... Amane ? kiss ? too ? wwwww

AN AMAZING EVENT!!!!

LOVE to see Amane THROWING Nene-chan into Tsukasa's arms, Tsukasa dutifully catching her carefully, Amane trusting he will catch her...!!!! Well I have to say it... it's been funny watching the fandom predict a lot of animosity and hatred in all directions that just isn't there ahahaha. All these expectations for Amane to punch and maim Tsukasa in jealous rage, and instead, you have him relying on his brother to help protect her, and trying to graciously handle the situation. The Yugi... they always surprise you by how familiar they really are...

I'm in love with every time Amane seamlessly commands Tsukasa by saying his name... ♥♥♥ look at him, being such a useful otouto even though Amane hasn't granted him the use of his arms back, and the spell making him fatigued... ♥♥♥ even with a ball and chain on his ankle, Tsukasa can run for Nene-chan...!!

I don't have many profound feelings about Teru and Akane lol, they are just very funny to me-- ultimately neither's alliance is truly with one another, despite that I do believe Akane is one of the only people Teru is his true self around. A complicated closeness which is easily broken .... Akane would kill Teru for Aoi, Teru would kill Akane for his little siblings, these are things I think of as fact. It's such a tenuous bond and, they are mutually aware ... but kind of, struggle with betrayal and reliance and trust and dependence on one another's skills and support. I like how KILL TRAIN Teru is here lol. He's got plenty pent up concerning Akane ... unlike Kou, I think Teru is much more capable of "when push comes to shove..." and suspending empathy or compassion ... even if he could later hold remorse. Crazy Minamoto conditioning and such ...

Interested in the greater machinations and Akane's vagueries, but I don't have thoughts about them. Happy to wait for more (:

stupid ... uke .....

--pomf-- ooo get humped idiot

A FEW EXTRA THOUGHTS ...! pertaining to.... Tsukasa's ominous statement, that Amane would not come if he called... that he "never has before"

what a tantalizing thing to say. When, at what point in time? It conjures the image of a Tsukasa pleading for Amane-- something I'm sure many of us, can't even imagine. I haven't thought of a begging Tsukasa, wanting to be saved. He is so typically 'fine' where he is, even if that circumstance is unpleasant.... even at age 4. In a normal situation, it's hard to imagine Tsukasa calling for help from Amane ... and it's hard to imagine Amane, that sweet older brother, not simply sheltering him. He's sweet to Tsukasa, at 4. He's happy to read to him, and tries to put on a calm front for him while so ill, so as not to worry him. Amane cared about Tsukasa, of course! He's even charmed by the Tsukasa absorbed in katanuki for hours at 8. Wouldn't that Amane come running if called? .... but would that Tsukasa cry out for him .... ?

So.....

when, how? The only Tsukasa we've seen a glimpse of post-ghosting is the coffin boy, who appears quite inert and dead. He certainly can't call for Amane. The Tsukasa at the start of this series, struggled to even get used to moving at all. Is there a stage we don't know about?

How much could Tsukasa call him with no answer, until he ultimately concludes it simply will never be replied to? Why would he think that it is specifically himself Amane won't respond to? Only doing something once or twice, wouldn't create conviction like that. In order to say something like, "this person never ____", you would think there would be extraneous circumstances that proved ... beyond a shadow of doubt ... that it simply is the way things are. Tsukasa is so shocked to see Amane appear, and save him ... that belief has to be rooted in something Tsukasa took to heart.

Perhaps something happened when they were alive .... we really don't know what that final year was like.

Whatever the case... Amane does love Tsukasa-- unlike Tsukasa, we have the benefit of knowing this completely! In our hearts! There are circumstances where, because Amane loves you, and wants to protect you, he ignores your cries....

I wonder when, why, how... Amane wouldn't come when Tsukasa finally called. I wonder why Tsukasa would call for him ....

Honestly, if Amane didn't love Tsukasa, the possibilities wouldn't be so scary. They are much more haunting, knowing how much he loves his little brother. I can't wait to learn more about Amane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to see the Tsukasa pleading for his brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wonder how hopeless we have had to get .... !

[crumchycow]

a get to know you better meme

thanks for the tag @thestrangeillusion

do you make your bed?

Nope never, if something doesn't need to be tidied it will not be tidied, have left a bucket in the middle of my room for 9 months because of this.

what's your favourite number?

Don't have one

what is your job?

Currently just a student I kinda need to get a job but studying and working is a lot for me and acquiring a job is annoying and hard so uethggghhhh

If you could go back to school would you?

Um will I continue studying? Maybe....

can you parallel park?

No

a job you had that would surprise people?

None? Probably the most interesting way I have earned money is the only commission I've ever had, which was my mum commissioning me for her work (kindergarten) because they needed 30 little icon drawings that each kid has at like their bag hook and on their stuff to identify them, she didn't like the person who used to do it because they were weird about it for some reason and the designs were kinda cluttered and ugly so my mum was like my child can draw? Yes! and this way I can be really fussy and specific with it.

(dw she paid me quite well)

do you think aliens are real?

In the sense of any life existing outside of earth? yes 100% would be weird if there isn't. In the sense of complex or intelligent life? probably. In the sense of there are human equivalent creatures that have achieved space travel and are equally or more technologically advanced than us, unlikely but possible. Just thinking about how much time life has existed without humans and how long humans have existed before any ideas of space exploration and the very specific technologies and discoveries that were necessary for space exploration I wouldn't be surprised if we are the only ones. Also just like how incredibly difficult space travel beyond our solar system is I think it's unlikely we will truly know or make contact.

can you drive a manual car?

No :) do not care to learn. fuck cars and driving is boring i only learn to drive because its kinda necessary where i live :( get me good public transport government please

what's your guilty pleasure?

im guilty about alot things like drinking milk, eating too much sugar, spending too much money, doing literally anything i will find a way to feel guilty about it but thats just my general state of being since i was a child and i mostly ignore it or work around it.

I guess in the more traditional sense of things i like that are embarrassing and i wouldnt want people to know, it would be reading fucked up smut. Particularly my fondness for incest ships? Don't know why I suspect it is the codependency. but yeah umm...

Tattoos?

Not yet but I wanna get a spider (not decided which) on my back soon.

favourite colour?

Peach

favourite type of music?

Um I mostly listen to kpop because uh autism? idk, but I genuinely like a lot of music. Some of my favourite music is like objectively awful and difficult to listen to, I think I often like music that is complex and has lots of things.

Some of my favourite artists trying to include multiple genres I like:

Mamamoo

Stray Kids

Taemin

F.T. island

Jeff Satur

S3rl

Enaria

Chopin (I'm learning one of his preludes atm it's v pretty)

Vivaldi

BabyBeard

GHOST (vocaloid producer)

also gregorian chants slap (not christian, vocal harmonies just make me feral)

do you like puzzles?

Yes! I just recently was like y'know what I haven't done in years but suddenly really need to do:

But also just generally like I LOVE maths and figuring out things and patterns and stuff so fun.

any phobias?

Nope

favourite childhood sport?

Um not that into sport, I guess I wanted to play netball when I was like 8 (but that might've just been because that's the thing you do) but I missed the trial periods 2 years in a row but kinda glad I didn't I know multiple people with permanent injuries from playing netball as a kid/teen and my joints are not the most functional in the first place. Do still enjoy playing casually every now and then.

do you talk to yourself?

Yes my favourite hobby, I have the best conversations with myself, will stay up for hours just talking to myself. Also great for preparing for real conversations. I love it when a topic I fully thought about and talked to myself comes up in conversation and it's like fuck yeah gonna ace this one.

what movie(s) do you adore?

Hmmm not the biggest fan of movie as a story format but uh have seen how to train your dragon at least 20 times and I need to watch it again sometime soon, been craving that animal/human enemies to deep emotional connection best buds.

coffee or tea?

Love coffee, but over half of my daily water consumption is through tea (usually multiple kinds)

Would be less alive without tea also its just like so diverse, green tea!black tea! rooibos! masala chai! rosehip! liquorice! peppermint..... camomile! and so much more with sugar! with milk! with honey! or lemon! hot! cold! literally my favourite, shoutout to whoever invented plant in water. Also soup different kind of plant in water but still absolutely banging humans peaked at plant in water best things invented.

and caffeine doesn't affect me like at all? so i only drink these things for taste.

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

Idk the first but I know at some stage I wanted to be an author or a marine biologist (why is this so common who put it in our heads? Actually maybe David Attenborough....) probably the first was an animal or something

egh its rambly and may not make sense but whatever, also revealing any information about myself on the internet scares me even though literally nobody could do anything with this information like guys pls dont dox me through knowing my mum is a kindergarten teacher

tagging @gaylittlepieceofsh1t @mousydentist @mr-bazongos @wildelydawn @thestarscanalwayslookatus @fiddlepickdouglas @ae-azile and any one who wants to, no pressure tho <333

[drewstarkeysotherhole]

☆ Hiiiii. I'm trying to brush up on my writing after being out of the game for a while. I'm 21+, and require my partners to be the same. Especially as I tend to dabble into sexual themes. But if expressed, we don't have to write nsfw! I prefer my partners to be on semi-regularly, and reply at least once a week as I hold myself to the same standard. ☆

I consider myself semi-literate and use discord exclusively. I can go above the 2000 word limit sometimes but I can also adjust to my partners writing and do quick fire. I write in third person only. I’ve been craving to write dark(er) themes and just generally craving to obsess over characters again. I’m happy to double up and we can discuss more pairings further. I’m not that fussy. I am not ghost friendly so if you’re the type to ghost please do not interact however I understand life gets busy, I will always let you know if I'm busy/can’t respond so please do the same. I love ooc chats, sharing TikToks, posts pictures that remind me of the storyline or characters. Or just even day to day life.

I'm craving Thomas Shelby to be paired with my sunshine female OC, I have a storyline in mind, but I'm open to every and anything when it comes to his character.

Also craving some Oppie!Cillian storylines. I have a few female oc's that I could see him paired with, as well as my sunshine female oc. Like this and I'll reach out to you :)

[thelindenpapers]

Mingling

"Despair, Teresa; Teresa, Despair.", Trent disclosed casually.

"Hm?", my eyes drift over the edge of my lifted drink as I turn in their direction.

"Despair.", he repeats and the guest steps forward...

My mouth tightens around the glass lip mid-sip.

Father's luck will be my death yet.

"Despair.", assures the guest. "Nice to meet you."

The voice is smooth and cultured. The offered hand, rubbery, dry, and extremely pale against my skin, leaves a strange feeling lingering on the palm.

"Ah! Nice to meet you."

Because I was taught not to be rude.

Perhaps a first mistake.

At this declaration Despair pauses, blinking once, thinking hard in his bewilderment.

It suddenly strikes me that he must not hear that a lot.

In the background: our host, run off far, far, away.

I engage emergency-automatic-small-talk mode.

"So, Despair. I've heard so much about you--"

"-- Such as?"

"That . . . . you are well-traveled. And successful."

"I do keep busy.", he affirms.

I could wipe my forehead, but suppress the urge. Try harder, to adopt a stance of unalarm and unhurry, "How did you come to know our host?"

"It was when Trent switched majors, back in College. Did you know that the good man had an interest in artistic cinema?"

"Wow! No, I had no idea he had a creative side…"

"Mmm. Had.

"Of course, Trent never talks about it anymore… doesn't attend the festivals abroad, as he once did.

"But, really, it is better for him this way. After all, no one wants to live like a pauper.", Despair smiles widely, the ghost of a laugh only just escaping the dungeonous, perfect teeth.

I've never fake-smiled so hard in my life.

“Well then. I hope--”, his face, at this one word, turns hard as stone and it makes me want to hide under Trent's fussy leather couch, “…that you. Erm. Enjoy the party. …I suppose I should continue mingling. Oh, there’s--”

“Angelica? Yes, I know her. She’s been doing quite well recently, but don’t ask anything about her adopted child...

"My gift to her was Kawasaki’s disease. They’re still not sure of the extent of the damage, to his heart. From what I’ve gathered, it doesn’t look well.”

Angelica, as if sensing her name spoken, looks towards me.

When she sees who I am with, her gaze darts away as if the very image of Despair were burning hot to her eyes.

I swallow.

“…They do all see me, Teresa. All the ones I’ve gifted.”

My jaw sets. Despite the feeling of crawling unease that Despair oozes, my inherited Scot’s temper flares at his bored recounting of Angelica’s recent pain.

I feel like I want to find someone that he did not yet know, just to spite him. “There’s always--”

“Oh, Isaiah, there. I gifted him years ago. Still wears the wedding ring, though.”

It was as if he could see through my eyes.

Wherever I turn my head to look, Despair has another story to tell: “Li. The doctors suspect that his cancer has returned from its remission. Such a shame. He won’t have long to live if it has come back…just landed his dream job as well. Aina. She’s in love with a woman she can never have. Deeply so. In a lot of pain right now, saw her crying in the kitchen earlier. Samantha. Her brother died this month whilst visiting a friend. Burglar was in the house. Shot him dead. Hasn’t started coming to terms with it, which is why she’s here in the first place. Hector was just disowned by his father…his only parent, it would seem. Mother died in childbirth--”

In that intensely disinterested voice, Despair rattles a descriptive swath through the room, laying bare agony and struggles unshared. Emotions I have no knowledge of nor right to.

My head spins.

I want to shut my eyes, so I do.

My stomach is churning.

…I do not know everyone here, but some of these people are my friends. The Scot in me is fairly easy to raise.

But the Brooklyn accent?

That takes some doing, and without even thinking I find myself mere inches from his ridiculous fucking face…

“Listen to me, you calloused, steaming pile of dog shit.”, I hiss. “At this point I don't care who I speak to next, so long as it isn't--!”

“--You. You’ll have your gift to come as well.”, he interrupts.

I freeze perfectly still.

“It should arrive fairly soon.

And then, thereafter, you should come to expect me at all of your functions and gatherings…

"There is, of course, no need to worry. I am an impeccably-mannered guest.”

I wish to run from this place, for all the good it will do me...

But from somewhere near the door, a murmur of distraction has started, to which people seem to gravitate.

I can’t see who it is: the crowd knotting, nodding greetings, then, making way for the new guest as they approach us…yet, I note that everyone's gaze angles downwards.

Whoever they are, they must be on the short side.

Despair splutters -- all boredom gone.

Almost pouting.

...In front of us, steps a little girl.

Her skin is warm and very dark…it looks almost as if it glows.

She has the largest eyes I have ever seen on a child: deep and brown.

A lovely round dandelion-top of super-curly black hair is on her head: with sprigs of queen anne’s lace, honeysuckle, and baby’s breath placed carefully at either temple. Her short-sleeve, flutter-hemmed tunic is mellow butter-yellow, with a row of cartoonish daisies printed at mid-riff.

Her stone-washed capri jeans are scuffed, but intact.

Delicate, white, lace-topped socks sprout out of a pair of impossibly bright-red converse high-tops.

Random, sparkly barrettes are affixed to the disheveled, bright white shoelaces...

I’d never seen her anywhere before -- yet, at the sight of her, my eyebrow twitches up and I bark a short laugh of disbelief!

Her bold, bow lips curl into a smirk as she looks up, boring into me with her eyes.

“THERRRRRRE you are! Been lookin’ for you everywhere!!”

She grabs my hand and starts to draw me back through the crowd.

I kind of glaze over a bit.

Her hand feels like sunlight.

I am extremely glad to be taken away, but I worry about how Despair might react if I leave without saying farewell.

I tentatively look back, though my feet move forward just fine, “Uhhhm--”

“Hope!!!”, Despair drew himself up imperiously, addressing the child in a commanding voice. “I was just telling her about the gift she was to receive next week--!”

“Oh, she doesn’t need that anymore.

"Besides, you were with her almost all the time when she was my size.

"It’s my turn now. Otherwise, she’s gonna get too bored!”

No one dares laugh...

But the music, which had been lowered to nearly a whisper at the beginning of the party, turns up loud.

We steadily make our way out into the hallway with the sound of the gathering getting livelier: shuffling steps of people drawing closer together; hoots and hollers and cheerful ‘goodbye!’s.

I don’t think to ask where we’re going...

As we wait for the elevator, I turn towards Hope.

She leans near, gesturing for me to bend down so that she can whisper in my ear.

She cups a long hand, and in a conspiratorial tone, she says to me: “Hmph! I know most of those folk, too!”

We grin as the elevator bell sounds.

[kedsandtubesocks]

Sleep over time!!! I'm rolling into the party pre-wrapped in a sleeping back and offering you this spooky fuck marry kill:

Werewolf with a steady job and a heart of gold (but maybe too much stress), Vampire who is really fussy about their feeding habits and is big on grand romantic gestures, Ghost who FUCKS and haunts a half decent house.

Kaelan you absolute precious soul WHAT AN ASK TO SEND IN IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND STILL KNOCKED OUTTA MY SOCKS LIKE THIS

CAUSE I CANT PICK!!!

lol but all seriousness wow what an amazing trio you’ve presented like??? I’m ready to marry them all and I’m about to kiss that big beautiful brain of yours for these options MWAH! 💋 🥹💕

Oh man… okay but how i literally pondered about this so much I forgot the baseball game even started LMAO

marry: I gotta go with the werewolf 😭 steady job? Heart of gold? That’s a certified CLASSIC even with the stress (of course I can be the de stress solution LMAO😌)

now ok pls don’t look me 🤡

but k!ll: THE GHOST IM SORRY EHSHSJSOAB there’s no strings attached and the ghost is already dead so it’s okay to kill it again LOL

fck: my vampire loving ass will never let me live lmaooo

But Kaelan thank you again oh goodness this was so dang fun and Im getting us some fun chip flavors to try and laugh at also - I love you!!! 👻🥺💕