#man I really drew some freaky stuff lol

[royaltea000]

Mermay stuff from last year 🐟 

[impishjesters]

I have this idea floating around in my brain for a while about a reader who likes to draw and because they have a crush on Jax they draw him. Jax eventually steals their notebook and probably teases them about it lol.

Jax x Crushing!Reader

warning(s): innuendos, bullying/teasing, Jax note(s): Look it's me and Jax, there's gonna be innuendos or some spicy wording and bullying. It's like a packaged deal or something. A/N: If you see me mixing Angel Dust's speech into Jax, no you didn't. If you didn't notice, I don't know how to tease and not be an asshole, so pretty on the brand I guess.

Caine had given you a sketchbook upon request, it was a little different than an actual sketchbook but it did the job regardless. Ever since your arrival, your fingers have been itching to draw, there were so many new sights and so much new inspiration.

There were so many things, so why did it seem like the doodles of Jax ended up on almost every page?

Easy, you had a crush on the apathetic, mischievous jerk named Jax.

Why? Well, now that’s the million-dollar question. He’s not inherently awful, no, that’s a lie, he’s an asshole. You don’t really have a good read on him yet but he’s funny! That’s gotta be redeemable, right? However, his jokes are usually backhanded and often involve being mean at the expense of others.

Okay so he’s a walking red flag but there’s something about him that has you crushing on the purple bastard.

Looking down at the sketchbook on your lap shows another two pages filled with sketches of random things, though most of the page is filled with Jax. You had taken to sketching things back in the real world to remind yourself of home, but eventually, those sketches would involve Jax doing mundane things.

Thing’s like sitting at a table eating real food, though you took creative measures when drawing an open mouth on him, it still looked off but it was serene and domestic. Then there’s the little sketch at the bottom of the page of Jax leaning against a window and staring outside. You’d manage to nab the pose and angle when he was leaning against one of the many random geometrical-shaped things in the main room and later added in a window.

It was embarrassing that almost more than half of the pages in the book involved Jax to some degree. Some pages weren’t even subtle, the whole page taking up a detailed portrait version of the male. Sometimes you even got creative and put him in different clothing.

Thumbing through the pages you saw there weren’t that many empty pages left. You’d need to ask Caine for another one and figure out what to do with this one. It couldn’t be left out in the open, you knew Jax had keys to everyone’s room and wouldn’t put it past him to go snooping. He’d already questioned you about the sketchbook before.

You’d been so focused on the sketchbook that you hadn’t noticed the man of the hour walking up. Jax noticed your intense focus and peeked over to see the infamous sketchbook on your lap, and with practiced ease managed to yoink it right off your lap.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? You finally showing me what you keep your nose buried into?”

A yelp left you, stumbling to get on your feet you rushed to him and began swatting at the book and of course, he’d keep raising it just out of reach. “You took it! I didn’t say you could look at that!”

“Nah, pretty sure you said I could look at it.” He continued to lower and raise the book as you jumped to grab it. Sure he was curious before, but with a reaction like that? How could he not be even more curious? What kind of seedy shit were you drawing? Or perhaps some spicy nonfamily-friendly content?

Jax ignored your frantic words and opened the book to a random page, he was going to tease you about whatever dumb stuff you drew since you always had your nose in it but all he saw were sketches of himself.

A normal person might get embarrassed and hand the book back, but he’s not a normal person. It’s a little freaky, he won’t lie. A glance downwards shows him you’ve gone silent in front of him, simply staring down while he invades the privacy that was your sketchbook.

Your face is red and you look like you’re going to cry any second.

He’s a jerk, he was going to fuck with you, and he still is, but for the moment he’s taking in all the creative little pieces involving his face. Ya know, he never really thought much about how he’d look in other clothes. Gotta say he looks pretty snazzy in something that isn’t these shitty overalls.

“You know if I didn’t know any better,” his fingers still flip through the pages as he steps closer, circling you. “I’d say you like me.”

“I don’t.”

The reply is rushed and he rolls his eyes at the blatant lie, he’ll humor you this time. “Oh yeah? Does that mean you’ve got sketchbooks for everyone else too? Cause I’m pretty sure this is the only one I’ve seen you with.” He taps a doodle on the cover that gives away it’s the same notebook he always sees you with.

Tears trickled down your cheeks, you knew he was a jerk but this felt like too much. You just wanted your sketchbook back and to run away to your room, maybe pin something in front of the door that would render even the key useless.

His eyes roll the second he sees a tear, he’s not really seeing the problem here. You’ve got a book full of creepy—okay not completely creepy, he’s a good model so good on you for seeing that—sketches of him and he’s truthfully honored. It’s clear that you didn’t do this with everyone, so he’s honored to be your little model. Besides, it’s not like you actually have a crush on him, right?

Minutes tick by of him simply eyeing you, you’re still crying and it’s starting to get a little ugly and snotty, ugh. But you aren’t trying to further deny his little comment about you liking him. He’ll have to have a little talk about that later, what you could possibly see in him because he knows that you aren’t a sadist—oh, are you a masochist? That’d explain a lot.

Jax sighs and closes the book but doesn’t hand it over, simply putting the free hand on his hip. “You know if you wanted to see my face all you gotta do is ask. I’ll gladly show you this handsome face any day toots.”

Of all the things you thought he’d say, that wasn’t it. “H-huh..?” You embarrassingly wipe away the tears and snot before looking up at him.

“You heard me. Ya know I love this face too, very handsome. Maybe we can get Caine to put up some artwork in the tent of yours truly.” Jax wouldn’t consider himself vain, but you did have a way of making him look more, dare he say, attractive.

“I-I don’t… I don’t understand…” Was he still making fun of you?

He rolls his eyes before playfully hitting your head with the book. “Jeez, and here I thought you were smart.” Jax leaned over like he was speaking to a child and pushed the book to your chest. “I’m saying, the next time you wanna draw me I’ll give you a front-row seat. Maybe even take it to the bedroom so we won’t be disturbed.”

You push the book into his face to cover up that growing smirk and blush furiously. “Wh-what?! N-no I-I don’t…!” It’s hard to tell if he’s being serious or not in his offer to model for you, especially with the bedroom comment.

“C’mon, clearly you got taste. I mean that book is filled with sketches of me. I’ll commend you on your immaculate taste.” Jax taps the book before playfully bopping your nose. “At least let me give you the pleasure of seeing me close up. I’ve never been a model before so you might have to get a little hands-on to get me the way you want me.”

As the innuendos continue your face feels like it’s getting impossibly red and warm. Somehow this is worse than him telling you a sketchbook full of his face is creepy, in fact, you’d almost prefer it because your poor little heart can’t take anymore. You let out a yell and it stops his tangent but that stupid smirk of his never disappears.

“Offer still stands. You know where to find me.” Jax turns away but not before throwing a little wink over his shoulder. He still plans on pestering you about what you see in him, but for now, he’ll cut you some slack. You’re about as red as Ragatha’s hair and as much as he loves to see it, he didn’t plan to get this sidetracked when he saw you on your own.

He’s got a sucker to prank.

[mistermistyyy]

ART FIGHT SUMMARY 2024, SUCKAHS!

Second year of ArtFight and the first year I went all in on it. As opposed to my 4 attacks from 2023, this year I submitted 13! Before that, though, I gotta share others' attacks against me.

First, of course, is the lovely @pixel-exchange of Team Stardust who somehow managed to pump out *4* banger attacks against me this year! We were in a heated revenge war, which he ultimately beat me at, but I don't mind much, with how awesome his stuff was. I love how each turned out. I think my favorite may have been "Alone on the Moon", featuring my astronaut dog gal, Laika.

Second person to attack was @headphones-lifeform of Team Stardust who made this adorable bust of my Star Trek OC, Nurse Telos! He just looks wonderful, mad shoutouts to them!

Third is from a mutual of mine who actually attacked me in 2023; Croconiles from Stardust! (Twitter/Insta) He drew my skunk OC, Stripes, and she turned out heckin' excellent! Love that eyeshadow and the big nose.

Fourth is this hilarious little piece for my boy Werner by fellow Trekkie, @lyroart of Stardust! Love how goofy and weird his expression here is. Perfect for him with how wacky he is.

And lastly, we got this cute wittle pixel art profile for Laika from RevlisFox on Team Stardust. (CharHub) Looks super cute and I could totally imagine having something like this for a little family chart or the like.

Now, to move onto my attacks, firstly I have my revenge war with Pixel-Exchange. Big fan of how the first 2 looked, but the third was admittedly rushed. Still though, mate has some sweet designs.

Second, I have my attacks against LyRo the goat. Drew some of their Star Trek OCs. Calvin had my favorite design (guess why) but I really enjoyed Ena's personality, so I attacked em both!

Next we have my revenge against Headphones. I really liked this design for Niph in particular (guess why) and I really liked the concept for a cave-dwelling crewmate. Felt weird drawing props for once lol.

Next revenge was for Croconiles, with his silly little OC couple, Darby and Animal. Felt like it'd be fun to draw two characters interacting, and I like how they look in my style. Plus I just love the slight texture on his art.

And, the last of my revenges here is one against RevlisFox with this art of a character whose name I forgot. 😰 SORRY the character page got privated, I gotta wait until it's back up again. In any case, this was my final attack this year, and though a simple one, idk I kinda liked how it turned out.

So, moving away from revenges, here's my plain ol' attacks against artists I like!

First are my attacks against Keiiphobix (YT/Insta) of Team Stardust! No joke, one of my new favorite artists on AF. Just wicked good, man! I drew his lil guy, Maurice (ISTG HE IS THE CUTEST FUCKING THING EVERRRRR) and Joy, who is the just spikiest fella ever <3

Next was Callum by PeculiarPossom (Twitter/Etsy) of Team Seafoam! Just a skinny freaky lil possum drummer boy. I can relate to his struggle of being a drummer with no band lol. Fun fact: I was in Canada when I drew this! Shoutout Quebec

After this is art of le bird boy, Matteo, owned by a YouTuber I watch, RedPanda Master! (YT/DA) I initially fell in love with them for their silly lil WoF shitposts, but I thought Matteo was just adorable, and a must-draw! They have some awesome fantasy designs, but a lotta them were too complex for me, so I naturally settled for the easiest and cutest one.

And finally, we come to the end of this longass megapost and arrive at my attack of @asrielwithans on Team Stardust, and no joke this may be my favorite attack I did. Aside from not really capturing the eeriness of Hollypaw, I love how this turned out. I first saw their Warriors fan content last year and I have been obsessed ever since. That Christmas Kids animation has been on loop in my brain for MONTHS. Their stuff is metal, seriously, Warriors fans and animatic fans, go watch it NOW.

Welp.... that's the end of my exhaustive post of my ArtFight activity this year. I definitely shoulda split this up into several smaller posts and I probably shouldn't have rambled so much in between the art but DAMN IT, I love all these artists and I needed to talk about each of em. Seriously, go follow all of them, go comment on their stuff, go share it around. I'm so thankful for the crazy amount of attention I got this year by those who attacked me, and I hope all the artists who I attacked loved seeing art of their characters. Although SeaFoam may have lost this year, I certainly didn't!

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Hey! Number 13 from the prompts please? "I made the mistake of thinking 'This can't weirder'. Sorry". It's totally upto you, but feel absolutely free to make it NSFW, because i LOVE your smut lol. Thank you! ❤😊

Friend! (And Anon!) Gosh, it’s been months, huh? But this is my final summer prompt!!! Anyway, thanks, both of you, for hanging in there and for your lovely compliments!

Web Fluid WingmanPairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle)Rating: EWord count: 7402

13. “I madethe mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

“Peter?” MJ knocked on the door of the boys’ changing room.“I know you said you have to go, because it’s an emergency. I just wanted to…”She trailed off for a few seconds, feeling weird about talking to a door.“Don’t worry about coming back to practice. Everybody’s gone already.”

When he didn’t answer, she eased the door open a little,keeping her gaze on the floor.

“Peter? I saw you come in here. Did you leave?”

There was a faint noise that made MJ frown in confusion. Asort of groaning. Then, a gasp like someone who badly needed to catch theirbreath. She wasn’t usually the person to jump in and play the hero or whatever,but if someone was in here making those sounds, they might be in trouble. Andif it was just Peter, that was ok. She could help Peter and deny it later.

A rubber sole squeaked on the tile floor and MJ snuck intothe changing room, striding quietly down the aisles of lockers until she foundsigns of life: a backpack left out on a bench and the dork himself standing inthe far corner. He had his back to her. He was grunting.

She walked towards him and realized she couldn’t see hishands, couldn’t see them though he seemed to have his arms straight down infront of his body. Peter panted and MJ felt a flush rise up her face like hotsteam. Had she just walked in on him with his hands down his pants? Oh god, shehad to leave.

“Uh, sorry,” she said quickly, and stumbled in her attemptto retreat, just enough to bang her shoulder into a hollow metal locker with awobbly clang.

Peter whipped around, eyes wide.

“MJ?”

She tried to look away, cover her eyes, but even as sheturned her head, her gaze darted down in curiosity.

“Wait…” MJ narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. “What doyou have on your wrist?”

He had his wrist clamped in his opposite hand, tuggingfrantically. As she automatically reached out, some kind of liquid shot intothe air. Peter’s hand batted at it, hers jerked upwards to draw back, and theirpalms smacked together.

“Please tell me that wasn’t―”

“It wasn’t,” he promised quickly.

Peter was bright red. He seemed to be telling the truththough; she darted a look at his crotch and saw his jeans were definitely nothanging open to expose his, well, to let him do what she’d briefly thought he’dbeen doing.

“Just some kind of freaky Spider-Man goo then?”

“Wha-what?”

MJ rolled her eyes and drew back her hand to cross her armsin a spare me your pathetic deceptionsgesture. Her hand came, but Peter’s came with it. Reflexively, she shook herarm, and his arm shook too, riding the wave of her increasingly franticflapping.

“What the hell is this? Peter, what did you do?”

Their hands were still pressed together―glued, more like―at the palms. This wasn’t your regular white craftglue either, it was some kind of Spider-Man-grade adhesive bullshit and it hadzero give. Apparently, the drying time was instant and it was very effective onflesh surfaces.

“I was… working on a diorama,” he began, “f-for WorldHistory?”

MJ glared at him. She raised her free hand and counted outthe facts for him on her fingers.

“You’re lying,” she said, flicking her thumb up, “you’reSpider-Man, and you’re not even taking World History.”

“How do you know I’m not taking World History?”

Oh, those innocent, brown, Bambi eyes.

“Because I memorized your class sched- never mind.” MJneeded to not freak out because freaking out was making her answer questions itwould be far better to avoid. The last person she wanted knowing that shewatched everything Peter Parker did was Peter Parker. “One more thing,” sheadded, raising another finger. “You’re getting me out of this right now.”

“I can’t.”

“Stop it, loser,” she said with a sigh, letting their handsdrop. “Spare us both the time it’ll take for you to come up with an excuse I’mnot going to believe anyway. I know you’re Spider-Man, so quit pretending youdon’t know what’s going on.”

“I know you know.” Her eyebrows shot up at his words. Petershuffled his feet in agitation, MJ’s arm swinging with his. “I mean, I didn’tknow, and I’m totally horrified that you figured it out, but I also believethat you figured it out because you’re smart and, and, I can’t fix this.”

As his shoulders slumped, what he’d said sank in for her.

“But you didthis,” she reminded him, sending a tremor through their arms.

“Not on purpose! I was trying to leave, like I said,” heinsisted, expression earnest, doing his damnedest to gesture with both hands,“and I put the web-shooter on―” She assumed that was the thing around hiswrist. “―but it made this weird sound, which it shouldn’t have done because,obviously, I maintain my stuff really carefully, like, it saves my life on aregular basis, you know? Or at least saves me from breaking my leg or somethingif I fell while I was swinging―”

MJ wished he’d accidentally sealed his lips together insteadof their hands. Her face was severely unimpressed.

“―so I went to take it off again,” he was saying, “but Icouldn’t get it, and then… and then… you came in.”

“What. The. FUCK!” she shouted, getting some of herfrustration out. She felt better right away, catching her breath. Their handswere attached with ‘web-shooter’ goop that MJ had mistaken for ejaculate. Theirpalms could not be separated. These were facts, and facts were something shecould deal with. In a calmer voice, she explained, “I made the mistake ofthinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.”

“I can unstick our hands,” Peter promised. “Just not here. Ihave a compound that washes this stuff away like it’s nothing, but I keep it inmy closet. In, um, my room.”

“Well then that’s where we’re going.”

He looked a little stunned.

“We’re going… to my bedroom?”

“To get the unsticking compound,” MJ repeated. “Keep up,Parker.”

Peter gave her a self-deprecating smile that made herautomatically lick her lip. Hopefully he couldn’t feel her pulse too stronglyin her hand, because it had definitely accelerated, but he probably could.Because he was Spider-Man. Just like she’d guessed!

Hmm. Maybe vindication would taste a little sweeter when shehad a chance to be alone and retreat into her own thoughts. He was too much,too close, standing here next to her.

“Let me just grab my backpack,” Peter said, pointing behindher.

MJ turned with him and he slung it up off the bench and ontohis shoulder. She still had hers over the opposite shoulder, so at least shewasn’t trapped in the straps of her backpack. Just trapped with him. The partof her brain where her intense crush on Peter was currently being suppressedsent some good feelings through her body. Shutup, she thought at herself.

Aloud, she said, “We should hold hands.” No, that wasn’t thecrush talking, it was pure logic. Sort of.

“Hold hands?”

“Yeah, so we don’t look, you know, affixed with industrial-strength glue.”

“Right, uh, good idea. How should we?”

They studied their hands. His had come down while hers wentup, and they’d been facing each other, so their fingers didn’t align. Instead,their palms met on a diagonal and it was pretty easy to curl their fingersaround the each other’s hand. MJ grasped the side of his palm, pinky hookedover his wrist, and Peter’s fingers folded over the curve of her thumb. Theylooked up at each other and she saw agreement in his eyes. She then had toremind herself that he wasn’t looking that way because he actually wanted tohold her hand, it was just dealing with an unexpected and unwelcome scenario.

“Now maybe we should…” Peter started to say, then finishedhis thought with an action.

Watching her face carefully, he raised his arm in the air,elbow higher than his head. MJ understood what he was doing. She glanced at thefloor and took a quick breath, then rolled in to him like they were dancing.His arm ended up draped across her shoulders, hers bent at the elbow to cutacross her chest. Their hands were clasped over her collarbone.

“Could be worse, right?” he checked, sounding nervous. Likelyjust anxious that this sorry attempt at a disguise would be totally obvious.

“Looks credible enough,” MJ assented. “People… inrelationships… probably walk like this.”

She glanced at his face and realized how close it was tohers. And he was staring right back at her. Willing away a blush, MJ reached upwith her free hand and tenderly pulled her trapped hair out from under his arm.

“Oh, sorry,” Peter said, yanking his arm up and out of herway. It made her nearly clock herself in the jaw with her own hand, stuck fastto his.

MJ raised a pacifying hand before he could apologize again.When he settled his arm back around her, it seemed to hold her slightly closerto his body than before. Which was fine. Obviously not on purpose. It gavetheir arms more slack if their bodies were closer; that was probably exactlywhat he’d meant to do.

“We need to catch a bus, right?” she asked as theycautiously exited the change room, peering both ways down the empty hall.

Of course, she knew the answer, but she was really trying tokeep herself under control for the rest of this misadventure. They would go tohis place, fix this, and then forget about the whole thing. Apprising Peter ofhow much she’d noticed about him was not a necessary conversation within thescope of this plan.

“Yeah. You alright?” He turned his head to look at heragain, but MJ just nodded without meeting his eye. He was way too close and shewasn’t mentally prepared to be casually almost brushing noses every time theyspoke. “Ok, come on. I don’t normally leave this late, so it might be busy.”

It was busy. Itwas the start of rush hour. The busses were clogged in traffic, slow to arrive,and many too full to accommodate a conjoined Peter and MJ once they did. Theyhad to stand at the bus stop for ages, her tucked into him, him curled aroundher, exchanging awkward smiles, out in public like they did this all the time.When a less packed bus squawked up to the curb, the two of them had to fumblefor their passes. Peter seemed pretty ok managing to swing his bag down hisarm, catch the handle in his teeth, and dig his bus pass out with his freehand; MJ lost a few seconds being gobsmacked at the fluidity of his motions.

“Can you get yours?” Peter asked, at about the same momentshe remembered she’d stuffed her pass into her front right pocket and nowdidn’t have her right hand available to retrieve it.

MJ really tried to reach across with her left hand andwriggle her fingers into the pocket. She could touch the edge of her bus pass,but the angle was no good. She couldn’t pull it out. Normally, she would’vepersevered (normally, she wouldn’t have been glued to Peter Parker), but thebus would only wait so long. They were the last to get on and traffic wasthinning up ahead as a string of streetlights turned green.

“No,” she said, defeated. “It’s too deep.”

He’d been watching her struggle, not attempting to intervene(she would’ve told him to back off), so he knew what to do when she nodded,inviting him to try. It only took a few second, but in that time, his hot handwas pressed against her hip, wiggling down her thigh inside the pocket of herjeans. The shift of Peter’s fingers through the thin cotton of the pocket’sinterior casually turned her inside out. MJ was flushed and restless, a littleabrupt as she plucked the liberated bus pass from between his index and middlefingers.

They flashed their passes to a driver who, like most,probably couldn’t care less, and maneuvered clumsily down the aisle. Theydidn’t get far because there were a couple dozen other passengers, and becausethe bus lurched forward and they were forced to grab onto something. Peter,with his Spider-Man reflexes, grabbed a swaying rubber handhold. MJ apparentlyhad useless instincts, because she didn’t go for any of the germy supports thebus offered; her hand just tightened around Peter’s and he jerked her closer soshe wouldn’t fall. Her backpack slid off her shoulder and she held it in frontof her with her left hand, not wanting to risk smacking a stranger if sheheaved it back into place.

She turned her head and felt a lot of emotions take turns onher face: gratitude, surprise, annoyance. The ride smoothed out after theinitial surge and MJ would’ve shuffled away to put as much space between theirbodies as possible, but a few people rose from their seats and headed towardsthe rear door. Instead of moving farther from Peter, MJ had to get closer―a lotcloser. As the group of passengers contracted to make room for those exiting,she found herself not under Peter’s arm, but with her back to his chest. Hisarm encircling her all the way to her opposite shoulder. His exhale ticklingdown her neck where her hair didn’t cover it.

“Sorry,” he started, “I can’t…”

“That’s ok,” MJ assured him, quick and terse.

The bus braked aggressively at the next stop and she bracedher feet firmly. Peter must not have been ready, or maybe he couldn’t seearound her since he wasn’t tall enough, because his hips bumped into her frombehind. Just as MJ couldn’t imagine any more contact, he gripped her hip.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled again, using her hip as leverage topull his own away from her. She couldn’t decide if his Spider-Man powers meanthe should’ve been able to stop himself before colliding with her so intimately,or if Spider-Man was just as susceptible to bus inertia as every other rider.

She shook her head like that agitation would dislodge hisapologies. It didn’t bother her, thecontact. The only shitty thing about it was that it wasn’t on purpose. But MJcouldn’t think about that right then. He’d probably hear her acceleratedheartbeat or see her pulse thump beneath her skin at her throat.

Or.

Was this an opportunity? Starting with walking in on Peterwhen she’d thought he was masturbating, this afternoon had been a series oflooks and touches that never should’ve happened. His hand in her pocket. Herbutt against his groin. Their goddamn hands bonded with an adhesive Peter’dprobably invented himself, the nerd. And he hadn’t seemed to mind, not any ofit, not if MJ forgot about her personal embarrassment for a second andreflected on his reactions. If there was ever a time to, well, try something―put the moves on him, soto speak―this was it, here in a scenario overflowing with potential excuses.The bus rocked, the people pushed and squirmed, and the noise! Surely, with allof these bodies, he wouldn’t notice herheartbeat picking up its usually lazy pace.

MJ took the next opening to press back into Peter. Stiff,she waited to see if he’d re-establish their little buffer of empty space. Hedidn’t. Maybe he felt slightly tenser where his chest met her shoulder blades,or maybe he was just attempting to remain upright. Huh. Peter not upright.Peter―deep breath, MJ―flat on his back. That was a thought. She acted on thattempting concept, nudging his crotch as she straightened her spine. There, thatcould’ve been accidental.

She did it once more, always standing on the figurativeshoulders of the bus driver, who was doing the good work of driving this busreally badly, thereby making these touches possible.

“Careful,” Peter said, just under his breath, just to her.

It sounded like a genuine warning, as though he was reallyworried about her safety, and MJ was going to bite back with something snarky,probably rude. Until his hand landed back on her hip. And stayed there, notguiding her away. Her body felt misted with heat, and no, it wasn’t sweaty buscondensation.

“Of what?” she asked, turning her head just enough tosuggest she was listening. Loosely framing their conversation so she couldescape should Peter back out.

“I don’t know yet.”

He withdrew his fingers from her hip very slowly. MJ’sbreathing sped up and she almost turned all the way around to face him, but shecontrolled herself.

“Two more stops,” Peter informed her.

“Ok,” she acknowledged lightly.

Her cheeks were hot.

He prioritized her―tripping and shuffling to clear a pathfor her―as they pressed their way to the rear door, his block approaching. Whenthe door folded open, MJ couldn’t remember how they’d managed to get on the bussmoothly. Were they going to have to count to three and jump out together toavoid mistiming their steps and leaving one or both of them with a rolledankle?

While she puzzled, Peter cut through the thought process;his hand around her shoulder dropped to her waist. It made the side of her handslide straight over her boob while the heel of his hand caressed it from theside. Before she could say anything about Parker coping a feel, he hugged heragainst him and lifted her down to the sidewalk. Effortless. That was what hadher mentally stumbling to catch up to what had just happened. She had the heighton him, but he’d picked her up (and her backpack, stuffed to punishing fullnesswith hardcovers) without a hint of strain. Right, the Spider-Man thing. He wasprobably hurrying so they could get up to his apartment and separate.

As MJ went to ask him which building on this block was his,Peter glanced at her. The look held a long time, even with the door squealingshut behind them and the bus thundering away. It held almost as well as theirhands. She swallowed. But the compound keeping their palms stuck together hadbeen engineered by Peter on purpose. Their handhold had not.

Fuck. The combination of the look in his brown eyes―sotransparent―and the series of necessary yet highly intimate touches was really…it was making it… thinking was just…

“It’s that one,” Peter said, pointing to an ordinary greybuilding.

MJ glanced up, head tilted back. It wasn’t really to get abetter look at the apartment building (who hadn’t seen one of those?), but tolet the trickle of air that qualified as wind in these crowded blocks to passover her face. After a couple of seconds, she rolled her head to the side tolook at Peter.

“I hope you don’t have your heart set on taking the stairs,‘cause that’s not going to work.” She jostled their clasped hands.

He laughed weakly and, not meeting MJ’s eye, moved his armfrom around her waist back up to her shoulder, then lowered it again, thenraised it, then left it hovering somewhere in between like he suddenly didn’tknow how to touch her. She wanted to tell him that either was fine―the weightof his forearm draping over her shoulder or the pseudo-protective squeeze of itfitting into the dip of her waist―but she was feeling a little tangled up. Notjust with her arm crossing her body. Tongue-tied.

When they went to enter the building (waist it was), anelderly woman stepped out and shot them a sweet, knowing smile. Peter didn’tsay anything to disabuse the old lady of the idea of him and MJ as a couple.His lack of response was probably due to his concentration on grabbing the doorwith his free hand so it wouldn’t close on the woman, but MJ heard acceptancein the silence. It flummoxed her and she decided to flummox him right back.

“Can’t keep our hands off each other,” she volunteered witha conspiratorial (maybe? Was she doing the smile right?) grin as the seniortrundled past.

So it was unclear whether or not the woman had heard her,but Peter sure as hell did. It could’ve been true that MJ felt his pulse thumpthrough his thumb, where it curled around the heel of her hand, or maybe thatwas only one of several things she imagined about him as she darted through thedoor he was still holding open. He almost tripped, dragged behind her.

She allowed him to do the honours of pressing the button forthe elevator while she smiled benignly, very much not meeting Peter’s eye.

“MJ,” he said softly, seconds dropping away like thelowering floor numbers displayed digitally above the elevator door as theirride descended. She snuck a look at him from the corner of her eye and saw himwet his lip. Readying to speak. Preparing. She felt dizzy anticipation and heldhis hand tighter. “MJ.”

The door dinged open to a scene of minor chaos featuring anextremely dad-looking person with a baby―legs dangling―tucked into a carrier onhis chest and a toddler―legs viciously kicking like the kid was trying to flingtheir shoes off (looked likely)―in the stroller he wheeled out in front of him.

“Hold the door,” the man gasped, just catching the baby’stiny hat as the child dipped forward in an effort to examine its father’sforearm.

Again, Spider-Man used his Peter Parker disguise to aid thepopulous on the sly, slapping his palm to the edge of the door and maintainingwho knew how much pressure to make sure it didn’t budge as the man got all fourwheels of the stroller going in the right direction and escaped.

This time, in his haste to be the door-holding hero, he’dtugged MJ close to him. His front wasn’t fit as fully to her back as it hadbeen on the bus, but even partially aligned, she had some distinctlyunvoiceable questions about what was pressing against her butt.

She cleared them out of her throat with a light cough andstepped into the elevator, the door of which Peter continued to diligentlyrestrain until they were fully inside.

“No comment for that guy?” he asked lightly as the door slidshut. MJ glanced quickly at him.

“Well, he has two little kids. I think the memory of whatextended hand-holding can lead to is pretty fresh in his mind. I don’t want toassume, but I’d guess it’s been longer for the old lady.”

“Ha!” Peter blurted out. “Right.”

MJ heard him drum his fingers against the wall of theelevator―possibly out of view, but she wasn’t going to check, because his freearm was hanging at his side, which would mean his hand was near his hip, andshe couldn’t look towards his hip, since that would put his crotch in her lineof sight, and if there was anything happeningin that region, well. Was that something she could deal with?

“Nice, um, elevators,” she noted stupidly, nodding aroundtheir little metal box as it rose.

“Yeah, they’re, uh, faster than the stairs,” he agreed,equally idiotic, but she couldn’t fault him for following her example.

“Peter―”

“MJ―”

They spoke together and blushed together too when theirgazes crossed like laser beams in the vault of a heist movie.

“Your heart’s racing,” he observed quietly, thumb fleetinglystroking the inside of her wrist.

“I’m afraid of elevators.” Wow, maybe they could just goback to the ground floor, walk outside, and wait for the next bus to hit her.It would sever their connection and end the moronic stream of her words. Twobirds, one stone.

“But a minute ago, you said―”

“I’m also afraid of awkward silences.”

“Are our silences awkward?”

Do not react justbecause the nerd used the word ‘our,’she coached herself determinedly.

“I don’t know, Peter, but we’ve already managed tosuperglue―and I use the prefix ‘super’ literallyhere―our hands together today. Pretty hard to anticipate any other kind ofinteraction between us not being a mess.”

“So no… other kinds of interactions,” he clarified and shespied on him from the corner of her eye again to realize he was teasing her.

“Better not risk it.”

“Maybe the web fluid thing is the worst that’ll happen, andit’s already happened, and anything else we did would be fine,” Peter suggested.Anything else we did? she thought,finding it suddenly a little stuffy, a little warm in the elevator. “Maybe youjust need a sign.”

The elevator dinged to announce their arrival at Peter’sfloor. MJ turned her head fully to glare at him.

“You knew that was going to happen. Loser.”

They ambled to the door of his apartment―clasped hands likea third person they carried between them―where he dropped his backpack and shewas forced to bend over next to him, while he rooted around for his key.Retrieving it, Peter said, “So, my aunt won’t be home yet.”

“She knows right? About Spider-Man?”

“Yeah, she―watch your step,” he warned as they maneuveredinside, past a small heap of shoes. “She knows, it just might be weird.” Petershrugged.

“Right, yeah,” MJ agreed, waiting while he locked the door.“I guess she’d wonder why I know such an important secret about you, even ifyou’re not very good at keeping it.”

He frowned and she smirked, making him smile in return.Clearly, he was more comfortable in his own home, where his secret wasn’t asecret and he had the tools to fix little mishaps like this.

“No,” Peter disagreed, but in a low mumble. “I actuallydon’t think she’d be that surprised to see you.” Louder, he added, “My room’s thisway.”

Everything about the hallway was ordinary, except for thefact that MJ never thought she’d be walking down it. To Peter’s bedroom. Withhis arm tucked snugly around her. (His forearm was a warm, solid bar at herwaist. It was frighteningly easy to imagine him scooping her up and carryingher. Easy and dangerous.)

“Uh,” he said awkwardly, pushing the door wider when theyreached his room so they could step inside at the same time.

She couldn’t look at him, or at his bed, and it was a lot ofeffort to avoid both in the relatively small space, but MJ made that effort.Letting her body be loose enough to be rotated and guided around the room asPeter rummaged for what he needed to unstick them, she kept her gaze moving.Pictures of him and Ned. Open textbooks. A closet left ajar, where she glimpseda rumpled row of t-shirts (likely the pun-bearing variety). The question ofwhere he kept the rest of his clothes―namely his underwear―entered her mind.She exhaled unsteadily. Ok, that was the end of looking around.

MJ observed Peter once more, watching as he gave an opaqueketchup bottle a hearty shake. He glanced at her, face always too close (andnot close enough).

“Ready?”

She narrowed her eyes at the bottle.

“Ketchup? That’syour super-secret compound?”

“Yeah, the combination of the vinegar and the natural sugarsfrom the tomatoes are safe to eat, but really effective at dissolving web fluid.If I ever run into somebody who fights by squirting ketchup at me, I’m totallyscrewed.”

They stared at each other.

“You’re messing with me,” she decided. Peter grinned.

“It is the compound I told you about though,” he promised,holding the tip of the bottle over their joined hands. “I try to keep myimportant stuff not too obvious.”

“Right. Your bedroom is the most logical place to keep abottle of ketchup. No one would ever question that.”

Peter laughed, then raised his eyebrows at her, poised withthe apparently-not-a-hotdog-condiment. There was no doubt, no thought of nottrusting him. The only oddity that did occur to MJ was that they hadn’t unwoundthemselves from each other; their glued hands were positioned in front of herand to make it so that they were nearly centered for Peter as well, he was onceagain crowded up against her back.

“This won’t, like, burn my hand off, will it?” she asked,keeping her voice as monotone as possible. The prospect of her skin beingscalded or melted or corroded gave her an adrenaline kick nearly as strong asthe one she felt with Peter wrapped around her.

He didn’t laugh at her.

“No, no pain. It’ll just take a few seconds to seep betweenour hands and get to work. On skin, it goes kinda crumbly and then you canbrush it off.”

MJ took a breath.

“Do it before I have time to evaluate how much trust I havein an amateur chemist who keeps his concoctions in ketchup bottles,” shedemanded, releasing her fingers’ grasp. He did the same, so that only theirpalms were in contact.

Peter pushed the tip to the seam of their glued hands andsqueezed the bottle, following the join all the way around, tilting their handsto make sure he didn’t miss even a millimeter (she assumed his vision was thatprecise).

Once he’d circled around to his starting point, Peterflipped the bottle right-way-up and set it on his desk.

“It wasn’t so bad, right?” he asked, not looking at her whenshe stole a glance at him. “Being stuck together?”

“It wasn’t the worst,” MJ agreed.

Together, they stared at their hands while the compoundattacked the web fluid. There actually wasn’t much to see from the outside. Thestuff didn’t even run down their wrists or between their fingers. Peter’sbreathing was happening very close to her ear and she wondered if he wouldquestion the goosebumps springing up along her arms.

“What if it doesn’t work?” she asked quietly―somewhathopefully―staring hard at a small scar on the back of her hand where a girl hadpinched her in the fifth grade.

“There’s mustard in the fridge. We could try that.”

MJ turned her head to glare at him as Peter turned to grinat her, probably anticipating some snarky remark. She wasn’t confident thatshe’d really had one ready, but there was definitely nothing waiting to be saidwhen their noses bumped.

“Or Worcestershire sauce,” he mumbled, angling his head.

“Lime juice, maybe.”

His breath against her mouth was vaguely fruity―artificial,but not unpleasant. MJ recalled that he’d been chewing gum during decathlonpractice.

Her lips had just brushed his when they stumbled into eachother, faces glancing off one another’s. The first thought she had, bizarrely,was ‘earthquake.’ But no, it was just that the not-ketchup had worked its magicand their palms had come unattached all of a sudden. She hadn’t realized she’dbeen putting pressure on that connection, leaning into him, not just casuallytouching with accidental adhesion. Really holding him without chemical interference.

Slowly, Peter unwound his arm from around her; it didn’timmediately disappoint MJ that he hadn’t leapt back into the almost-kiss,because she was examining her own hand. The palm was nearly a stranger to her.No, she was being dramatic. Must be the influence of the nerd in front of herand she’d absorbed it by osmosis when their lips had touched.

She was sweeping the debris from her hand (like he’d said todo), watching the beige-ish rain fall onto the desk, when Peter yanked up hissleeve. The whatever-it-was that had released the incommodious web fluid wasfastened around his wrist, but with a grunt and a twist and rubbed-red skin, heremoved it. He flung the device across his bedroom, straight into his closet.It smacked the closet’s back wall and made the sound MJ now knew to associatewith web fluid being released. Pretty much instantaneously, the closet doorbanged closed on its own.

MJ turned to Peter.

“You probably just glued your closet shut.”

He laughed and nodded, looking like he was intentionallysetting that worry aside for the moment. Soon, she thought, he’d panic over thefate of his t-shirts.

With a subtle lick of his bottom lip that she―with her eyesfixed on his face―would’ve had to be blind not to see, Peter reached out andstroked the back of her hand gently with his fingertips.

“What are you doing?” she asked, already rotating her wristso that his fingers could skate across her palm.

“I thought we could do it on purpose,” Peter explained.

He aligned their fingers, then edged his over slightly toslip between hers. They folded their fingers in unison, locking their palmstogether. They were holding hands, the way people did it for real, not becausethey were involved in what was essentially an off-site lab accident, in whichtheir super-dork friend unintentionally coated their palm with an unfamiliarand extremely effective adhesive. It was nice.

MJ kissed him quickly, face darting into his personal spaceand out again, leaving Peter looking shell-shocked. He let go of her hand.

“Well, that’s―” she started to say, recognizing the novelchange of their palms not being stucktogether semi-permanently.

But then his hand landed on the side of her face and hekissed her much more insistently. That was what unbalanced MJ the most: Peter’sdetermination. Like he’d been thinking about doing that for more than the twoseconds since she’d kissed him. Then again, his pre-elevator boner was prettyhard evidence. No pun intended because what was she? One of his stupidt-shirts? Not that she could imagine Peter Parker ever owning a shirt thatalluded to dicks or arousal or―unlikeliest of all―legal proceedings. (The wholeSpider-Man gig was kinda a detour around the established justice system, wasn’tit? Not that she was complaining.)

MJ couldn’t imagine Peter backing her into his desk either,but that one he did do, mouth urgent on hers because she’d responded unrestrainedly.She took a second to push away from the desk though, not really wanting any ofthat crumbly stuff stuck to the seat of her jeans. If that ended up with herforcing Peter into the wall, who could blame her? His hand hadn’t so much creptas dove around the back of her neck, gripping her head through her hair, while the other hand continued to cup her face.

Some kind of irresistible pull, like a black hole maybe, wasdrawing her into him. It saved MJ from thinking about how she didn’t know whatshe was doing or wondering how she was supposed to handle Peter. Her handssqueezed his shoulders and her feet scooted closer to his and her mouth openeda tiny, terrifying bit, making her heart plummet, then float back up when shefelt the hint of Peter’s tongue touching her lips.

The movement of their lips softened as they tried this newthing, taking turns edging their tongues farther into each other’s mouths,allowing them to meet and retreat. But their hands held each other’s bodieswith greater resolve. MJ slid her palms from Peter’s shoulders around to rubacross his upper back. While she levered the top halves of their torsostogether, he went for the bottom halves, fingernails rasping over denim as he tookdesperate hold of her hips and pulled them closer.

There was no question now about what was happening in thefront of Peter’s jeans; he’d brought her as solidly into contact with hiserection as she’d done pushing his back against the bedroom wall. He pantedinto MJ’s mouth and she wrapped him tighter in her arms, dipping her fingersdown the neck of his shirt.

Peter shuddered, but she was the one who got goosebumps. Atingle raced up her spine and a heavy feeling settled lower; she was gettingwet. MJ’s newest urge was to open herself up to him somehow. Ok, not somehow―open her legs, specifically, soshe could feel the rigid length behind his zipper pressed somewhere other thanher abdomen. Somewhere she could press back and feel whatever Peter was feelingwhen she rocked gently against him and his breaths came harsh and short.

He kissed quickly over to her ear as his hands shoved thefabric of her long-sleeved shirt upwards, enough for his warm thumbs to land onMJ’s skin just above the waist of her jeans. Peter’s shirt buttoned and sheheard how he breathed differently when she unwound one arm from around him tolightly circle a button over his chest. Her heart swung metronomically as shestrove to stay still. As if this could scare the boy who scaledskyscrapers.

MJ began, slowly, to unbutton his shirt. Peter watched, headangled down, but still pressed to hers so that the shallow crater of his templefit to her cheek. She wanted to cup his face and hold it there to hers, onlyshe couldn’t spare the hand.

She was breathing fast through her nose as she neared thefinal button, working from the top down. Peter’s shirt hung open across hischest now and MJ looked. In another second, MJ touched, just the tips ofher index fingers, stroking an inch or two down his stomach. He pushed her shirthigher and when the look on his face told her he couldn’t stand it anymore, hestopped holding the shirt and held her bare waist instead.

Peter exhaled and MJ hadn’t realized how quiet it’d beenbefore that. She finished his buttons.

His mouth caught hers as she was reaching for his shoulders,so MJ had to push his shirt off blindly, eyes shut into the rushed intensity ofthe kiss. Peter rotated them, putting her back to the wall with a careful gripon her waist. It made her heart skip, even though they got their feet tangledin Peter’s shirt and almost tripped.

“I can…?” Peter mumbled, edging her shirt up even with thelower line of her bra.

MJ raised both arms and pressed them to his bedroom wall.She grinned when he met her eyes. He laughed excitedly and drew her shirt overher chest, then swiftly over her head. MJ shook her hair out of her face andwiggled her arms down to help Peter reach all the way to her hands as he slidher arms from the sleeves. He dropped her shirt and swallowed. Then, his gazefell.

She wanted to cross her arms or dig her fingers into anxiousfists at her sides, but MJ made herself reach out to Peter and ended upclutching his forearms while she eyed him the same way he was eyeing her.

With a longing sigh, his hands went again to her waist andhers stole up his arms (lingering on his biceps) to hold his shoulders,bracketing the breadth of them with choked-back awe. Their feet shuffled closeruntil neither of them was touching the wall.

They kissed and it was new all over again. All MJ couldthink about was closing the space between them; in execution, it wasn’timmediate. It was a little dance, both of them moving nearer with their eyesshut while they kissed. She, at least, was unable to judge the distance withoutsight. Peter was probably a bit better at that.

Her whole body tingled at the first touch of her torso tohis. Suddenly, it was easier and their hands gripped and ran over each otherlike water. Like water, finding every dip, smoothing over every plain. MJ waswrapped up in Peter not just because of his arms, but those helped, firm andstrong when they encircled her. Their mouths were hot and quick and Petergroaned when she slipped her tongue into his. She pushed her hips forward,chasing another sound like that, and he gave her one.

Flattened to MJ’s back, his hand nestled under the band ofher bra to keep her close. He could probably feel her nipples through the soft whitecups, right? If he couldn’t then, he definitely could when his other handcaressed up her stomach at a polite, deliberate pace―giving her lots of time tostop him―before running into her bra. Peter panted, a wet breath through his mouth, hovering his hand over her breast. MJ wanted him to hurry up and touchher so badly that she was in danger of chewing her top lip off.

His palm was warm as he shaped it to her and MJ pushed into it,shaking. After a minute of maintaining that position, Peter tucked his hand intothe cup. Just like slipping on a mitten. MJ made a noise she couldn’t help andtraced both hands down to his lower back, settling them there. She might’vefelt him throb against her abdomen, or it could’ve been her imagination.

Peter touched her with so much care, adding to the heatbetween her legs. She was less sure about removing her bra than she had beenabout her shirt, but he didn’t try to take it off and he didn’t need to, notfor this. Not to make her feel this way, with his clueless fingertips runningover her nipple while MJ narrowly kept her shit together.

She got the corner of his mouth before kissing him full-on.After their lips started moving together this time, MJ didn’t know how she wasgoing to go home. With Peter’s hands on her back and chest and this weirdsecret of the glued hands between them, she felt like she was already in aplace she never wanted to leave. MJ was really ok with being pressedskin to skin to Peter Parker.

Her phone went off in her backpack and it wasn’t so much atext that was inevitable as something that would’ve broken them apart sooner orlater.

“May’s probably gonna be home soon,” Peter admitted to herback when MJ reluctantly went to check her phone in case it was her mom.

“Right,” she said, feeling confused and elated and colderwithout him wrapped around her. “And you’ll need time to think of anexplanation for why you can’t open your closet.”

“Oh,” he remembered. “Oh… oh right. Shit.”

MJ snickered, then darted her eyes down at her shirt on thefloor. She was blushing pretty hard when Peter passed it to her, but so was he.

“Thanks.”

“Yep.”

She yanked her shirt on to see Peter shrugging his over hisshoulders.

“Let me,” she insisted, fingers already grabbing the frontof his shirt.

MJ’s brain was freaking out over this sudden possessiveness,but her hands seemed strangely fine with dressing Peter. He watched her redoeach of his buttons, she knew he did. Seemed like they’d agreed not to verballyacknowledge the bulge in the front of his jeans. Not today, anyway.

“There,” she said, cocking her head a little spastically.Peter smoothed a hand down the front of his shirt and gave her a smile.

Her mouth opened to say something else, but there weren’tany words waiting on her tongue, so she hefted her backpack and Peter led herto the door of the apartment.

They kissed once, quickly, then again, unhurriedly.

“I can walk you?”

“I’m good,” she assured him. It was still afternoon andmaybe the sun and the air would help MJ transition into her normal self by thetime she got home. Maybe. She touched the neck of her shirt to make sure shehadn’t put it back on backwards or inside out.

Peter shrugged and smiled, holding the door open for her.

“Spider-Man might follow you anyway, to make sure you get homesafe.”

MJ put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss hischeek.

“I know, Peter.”

“Good.”

She stepped into the hallway.

“It was nice,” MJ offered, turning back for a second.“Holding your hand.”

He nodded, eyes full of brand-new intimacy.

“It wasn’t the worst.”

[neonbluewaves]

Hey~ Can I ask 12, 13, 15 and 16 for the fankid ask game? ✨

Okay, first of all, can I thank you? Actually thank you because these asks? They made me draw the most wholesome things and I just loved it? I felt so happy drawing these, that I forgot all the stress I had from the previous weeks of work?? So yeah, THANK YOU FOR THESE ASKS!

Anyways, I feel like answering these backwards 

So, 16 was answered here for Ro and Tiago. As for Lore and Thibault:

16. do they have any gifts, like singing, dancing, painting, dueling …?

Lore is pretty good at drawing, she’s got a bunch of papers with doodles from classes, when she’s studying, when she’s bored... She usually draws what she sees, so most of them are part of a classroom, a bunch of students playing outside, and they’re all amazing, but she won’t show anyone.

Thibault, like Ro, has a great voice. The diference is that Thibault would love to sing outloud in public, but alas, he’s too shy and anxious to do so. He has a thing for theatre and really gets in the paper, the more diferent the character is from him, the more bizarre it is to see him. He did “Meant to be yours” from Heathers with Ro and to this day she still believes her cousin got possesed by a phsyco or something because man was that freaky.

15. What is their relationship with other fankids? Do they know any?

(Okay, so I don’t interact much with others here, nor I have a discord yet, so...)

It’s already known (I think) that Tiago is roomies with Logan ( @phyl-the-gryffinclaw ), and they’re both good friends. If Tiago is about to get caught and his sister isn’t on sight, he’ll go to Logan because he ain’t no snitch. Logan is nice and quite peaceful, so it’s a mystery why the chaotic kid that Tiago is, is friends with him, but Tiago genuinely enjoys his company and friendship beyond getting a safe scape from trouble.

Tiago easily makes friends, and he likes to, so any kid that speaks to him might end up being in his friend list after two interactions 

As for the ‘three amigos’...

If they’re a prefect, Ro probably knows them, and most probably dilikes them as much as she dislikes being prefect. She might know any gryffindor kids, at least the ones that cause more trouble

Like Ritchie, whom she might, MIGHT, have a bit of a soft spot because he kinda reminds her of Tiago (I drew this not long ago, so he’s blonde and I didn’t change it, sorry @guakamaya )

I think she also knows Dora ( @annevmoreira ) as the shy girl and will take it easier with her.

Thibault remembers most of the kids faces and names, but won’t talk to any of them because poor boy is scared, there’s a chance some of them have said something about his fangs, wether it was an innocent question or a jab to the fact he looks like a vampire or anything else, he will avoid them because he’s had enough bullying and trouble before.

Lore is the worst by far, she’s not a bad person, but boy does she act like a jerk. It’s her own way of dealing with the fact that people might want to “befriend her” to later make fun of her and abandon her. A different aproach than her brother. 

13. How is their relationship with their parents?

Neon made sure her kids had what she didn’t: a home, two parents, a ‘psycho uncle free’ life... They’re a bit chaotic in the parenting department and have made many mistakes, but somehow made it all work. She and Tulip also balance each other out. Neon will spoil them to no end because well, “what is money lol” and Tulip will put a stop to it, while Neon puts base rules and will ground the kids whenever they missbehave, Tulip will probably let them off the hook easier.  They’re pretty chill about stuff, will be open to any sort of trouble the kids have and try to have as much fun with the kids as possible. And they’re also the embarassing parents that are super loud at tournaments and events, will be cheesy in public and they even have a whiteboard at home called “How to embarass our kids in any situation given”

(wanna see the scene Neon’s describing? here, u r welcome)

As for Laura and Bastien, they’re the sort of loving parents that are a bit of a mess because they want to do everything perfectly but can’t because they’re people, but even then, in their unperfect household, everything is warm and cozy and the kids get a great home. They try to have as much time together as possible since Laura is the Head Auror in the Magic Congress of Spain (which I had to make up because apparently spain doesn’t have a Ministry of Magic). They’ve always been confortable with PDA, which is an unvoluntary way of embarassing the kids. Overall they’re that very cute family that will plan a vacation, everything that could go wrong will go wrong, and yet they’ll get to have a fun time.

(yes, that’s a Tardis blanket)

12. How are they in romance?

aah yes, I knew someone was gonna go for this one ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alright, so, as Andre says, most students don’t start dating ‘till they’re at least fourth years. So keeping in mind they start to think about it around that time...

Tiago, the very late blooomer won’t be interested in dating in all of his years at Hogwarts. He’s in no rush to date nor try to figure out exactly what is it he likes and is anyways, and his moms are pretty calm about it (there might or might not be a bet in the family about it). Since he’s such a cutie and a nice fun boy, I’m guessing some people will ask him out on dates and stuff, but he’ll always reject them because he wouldn’t be into it and it’d be unfair

(Yes, older Tiago colors his hair like mommy, “My moms say I look very handsome so shut the fuck up!”)

Thibault is a mess. He has a hard time making friends, imagine trying to ask someone out. He’s honestly the sweetest boy and tries to do a ton of fun stuff with whoever he likes. At first he’d be a sweaty, mumbling, stuttering mess, but as he gets comfortable with that someone, he gets calmer and is very easy to talk to. 

Lore, grade A jerk, abrasive, aggresive and crude is an actual sweetheart that will take any lucky girl on the most fun dates ever. She’s flirty, charming and a light tease. She’s up for big romantic gestures, which is a surprise nobody expects. She shows the side only her family knows.

As for Ro.... I.... Oh geez, I don’t know. Should we ask her girlfriend maybe?

[sand-rose]

Right back at you for all the ocs! I especially love the name apocothea (I think I spelled it right?) Its super cool!!

Thank you so much!! :) Sorry this took awhile to answer, I’ve been busy with work and other stuff. But here they are! I was actually in the process of redesigning my OCs when I saw the post (thanks to Sims inspiration and wanting to update how I draw them), so it was perfect timing! I don’t have the drawings done yet but maybe soon…

Full Name: Pandora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Pansexual (yes, punny, but also serious)

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Balanced Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, August 10

Guilty Pleasures: She loves taking bubble baths. Bring on the bath bombs and fragrant soaps, and the (pink) rubber ducky is a must! She also loves stuffed animals (especially pandas). And it surprises a lot of people, but she’s also an avid fan of anime/manga and video games.

Phobias: Accidentally losing one of her earrings, which keep her balanced. She’s particularly afraid of what she might do if this happens, because she loses control of herself and becomes truly evil. A past experience in regards to this also makes her uncomfortable around sheep. (Even toys or drawings of sheep. She will get a flashback and start sobbing, apologizing to the ‘poor sheepies’ until they’re out of sight.)

What They Would Be Famous For: Probably owning the only fashion-themed amusement park in the Ego World, or her fashion designs.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Being a public nuisance, like getting too hyper and making too much noise. Because honestly, if someone told her to shut up she would only get louder to spite them. She’s not afraid to get in a fight though, so maybe that too… Maybe for throwing a heel at someone. lol

OC You Ship Them With: Reim. He’s much calmer than her, but loves her crazy antics.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. He gets along with Pan better than Aurora, but he can only take so much of her 'hyper hyper happy happy joy joy’ personality.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: romance and rom-coms. The blossoming love between two people! The heartbreaking 'is this it?’ fights! The oblivious misunderstandings! Burnt dinners! The hand holding, the hugs, the kisses…! (You get it.)  

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When everything turns out to be a dream. Her Host loves this cliche. She hates it because 'what was the point of it all if it never really happened?!’

Talents and/or Powers: She’s a talented fashion designer. She likes to draw, like her Host, but when she became interested in clothes when she was younger she was frustrated that she couldn’t wear the clothes she drew. So she learned how to sew and began making her own clothes. She’s also very imaginative and ambitious.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s fun to be around, always a bouncing ball of energy! She likes pretty things, and considers everyone around her to be pretty in their own way. She’s the person who will convince you to try that new thing, or who will say 'Let’s go somewhere, my treat!’ when she sees you need cheering up. She’s also ready to kick ass if anyone dares hurt her friends or loved ones.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s so hyper… Some people might find her hyperness endearing, but some people find it exhausting. She’s also had people judge her before based on her girly-ness, interest in fashion, and how she looks like a typical anime girl, but she doesn’t let it bother her.  

How They Change: She hasn’t changed all that much since I first created her back in middle school. She’s grown a lot more mature emotionally, I think, and she’s more careful about other people’s feelings.

Why You Love Them: She was the last of my Egos to be created, and she’s probably the best representation of who I wish I was. She’s daring, outspoken, bubbly, made a career for herself doing something she loves… I love her because even though that’s not me and probably never will be me, I still like to think that she’s cheering me on. “Don’t be afraid! You can do it!” lol  

Full Name: It

Gender & Sexuality: Male, not sure (he’s never given it much thought)

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: my Alter Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, October 31

Guilty Pleasures: He has a collection of weird t-shirts that he’s both bought and designed himself. He also has a collection of light sabers that he may or may not have bought off the Ego World’s black market that trades in Other World (Worlds of Licensed Series) objects…

Phobias: Becoming a soft goody two-shoes like Aurora… Gag.

What They Would Be Famous For: Nothing. He’s too lazy to really stand out much. And he’s fine with that.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Disrupting the peace. He’s got a temper, and when it flares he’s liable to kick/hit any object unlucky enough to be in his way. Be it a trash can, car, mailbox… He’s broken his toes for kicking a brick wall before. He’s also got problems with authority figures since he doesn’t like being told what to do, so if the police show up it would just escalate the situation. There was also the time he bombed Aurora’s house, but that was years ago, when he was jealous he wasn’t my only Ego anymore. He was a lot more evil back then, and Aurora (being the kind soul she is and understanding how he felt) didn’t press charges.

OC You Ship Them With: Apocothea. She keeps him in check and doesn’t put up with his crap, yet somehow sees the… best… in him…?

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Pandora. She gets fed up with his gloomy outlook on life and gets cranky when he gives her attitude. They get into lots of arguments over nothing, especially with their quick tempers.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror/Suspense. He likes movies with lots of jumpscares, gore, and freaky nightmarish scenarios. They get his blood pumping and while he’s not that evil enough to enjoy people getting hurt, he likes to think about what he would do if he was trapped in that house trying to escape the serial killer. And of course, though he’s not a clown or even named after said clown, he likes Stephen King novels.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: It was love at first sight. He doesn’t believe in it, and if he sees that cliche he skips a few minutes past it or turns a few pages ahead, hopefully to a less mushy scene.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s great at video games. He actually earns money by playing video games for people who get stuck on them. They send him the game, he plays past the part they got stuck on to the next save, he sends it back. He’s been debating lately if he should start livestreaming, but his laziness in acquiring the equipment and setting up a room for it is currently holding him back.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s… It. lol He’s an Alter Ego who by all means should be trying to take over the world and plotting evil deeds, but either due to his laziness or from the influence of those closest to him, he just isn’t that into it. He’s just a cranky man that loves to kick over trash cans in my Sims game. lol

Why Someone Might Hate Them: He rubs a lot of people the wrong way, and with good reason. He’s not very social not because he’s shy but because he hates people in general. He comes off as rude when you first meet him, and he likes to glare for no reason. (He probably thinks it makes him look tough.) Honestly it’s a wonder people like him.

How They Change: He’s changed quite a bit since I first created him in middle school! He’s probably the most changed of all my OCs. At first he started out as a wolf demon, but after a few weeks he became my Alter Ego in a human form and stayed that way. He still has fangs, they’re just smaller. They serve no purpose, he just looks good with them! He’s also not as evil as he used to be, but like I said, I like to think that Pan and Aurora are a good influence on him.

Why You Love Them: He was my very first Ego! Way back in 6th grade I used to write and draw my own stories and share them with friends, and he got a pretty good response from them and they wanted to hear more about him. I wrote conversations between me (the Host) and him during free time in class and my friends loved reading them, and it kind of took off from there. Aurora was created next, then Pandora, and even though they were fictional characters I’d made up they started to feel like a second family to me. And they still do! lol

Full Name: Aurora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Good Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, February 23

Guilty Pleasures: She likes knitting and has so much yarn she doesn’t know what to do with it. She spoils her cat Cupcake with so many toys she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She has so many recipe books she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She’s actually a very neat person though, so another guilty pleasure would probably be cleaning. lol

Phobias: Heights, needles, and spiders (like her Host). I feel bad she shares my phobias. (Sorry, Aurora!) She’s also afraid of sharks, ever since she watched Jaws years ago and had nightmares for a week about them. She knows it's not good to be afraid of sharks and they get a bad rep, so she's trying to overcome that fear.

What They Would Be Famous For: Her cookies! She owns a bakery and while her cakes, brownies, and cupcakes are delicious, it’s her cookies that rake in the most dough. (Ha.) Every customer has their favorite, but hers is her creamy peanut butter cookies. They’re so soft and chewy, and she sprinkles peanut bits in so there’s a little crunch too!

What They Would Get Arrested For: The day Aurora gets arrested for anything is the day the world ends. She’s too pure, too innocent, to do anything resulting in arrest. She apologizes to insects when she has to capture them before setting them free! She gives away too many free samples at her bakery! She cries when she accidentally forgets to water a plant and it dies! If she ever gets arrested for anything, Pan and It may legit seek revenge to restore her honor…

OC You Ship Them With: Marcus. He’s sweet, she’s sweet! Their relationship might be normal and therefore a little boring to some people, but they love each other and are happy just to be together. They’re like an old married couple. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Not a single soul. Not even It. (Anymore.) She’s too kind for this world. An angel!

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Generally anything except horror and war movies. She gets too nervous and scared watching horror, and gets too emotional watching battles with people fighting and dying. She tends to like comedies the most though, since they’re usually upbeat and make her laugh. She’s also a sucker for heartwarming stories. Those Chicken Soup for the Soul books? She’s probably got the whole collection, regardless of the intended audience.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'I had to do it. I had to kill them.’ She refuses to believe that killing is the only option no matter how dire a situation might be and will visibly get upset when she comes across this cliche. When she gets upset her face reddens and her lip wobbles, and if Marcus or Pan is with her she might rant to them about all the other options the protagonist had.

Talents and/or Powers: She is excellent at cooking, but baking is her specialty! If she’s mastered a recipe, she’ll master it again until it’s even better. And if she finds a new recipe, she will pull an all-nighter until she’s perfected it.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s such a sweetheart, bless her. She’s what the world needs more of: just honestly pure, good people. She’s the person who if she came across someone in need, she would give them everything she had. If you’re feeling down, she’ll do all she can to make you happy again. She’s definitely the mom friend.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Some might consider her too good. Like It. He gets annoyed when she does things out of the kindness of her heart for no reason. He just doesn’t understand how someone can be that selfless. He thinks of her as a crybaby and she worries a lot, so that irritates him too. And others might be suspicious of her at first, wondering what she’s hiding or what she wants. But once people get to know her, they adore her and look to her for advice if they need help. Or just want free food. lol

How They Change: She’s probably the one who has changed the least. She’s always been the angel on my shoulder, the do-gooder. Someone has to keep the peace with the other two Egos around, after all.

Why You Love Them: Aurora is the one who resembles me the most, both in terms of looks and personality. There are some differences, though. She’s not shy, just quiet and reserved. She’s more comfortable with confrontations than I am, especially if it’s a matter of right vs wrong. I don’t have a problem with horror and war stuff. I wish I knew how to cook/bake. And I don’t think I could ever be as selfless as her. Basically, she’s a goody goody two-shoes, like It says. But it’s not a bad thing!

Full Name: Reim

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically the city Venia), April 14

Guilty Pleasures: talking to his plants, liking movies that everyone else hates, singing in the shower, and he also enjoys the occasional bubble bath (thanks to Pan convincing him he was missing out on life if he didn’t take one now and then) (she was right)

Phobias: Moths. When he was little a big one got caught in his hair and he accidentally smashed it trying to get it out. It was messy and gross.

What They Would Be Famous For: Hopefully for his paintings! He does all kinds of paintings, and has even had a few displayed in art shows. He likes doing landscape art the best, because he loves plants and nature.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Not that he’s looking to get arrested, but he’s secretly always wanted to experiment with graffiti…

OC You Ship Them With: Pandora. Just when he thinks he knows her, she surprises him and he loves it! She makes him see how exciting and fun life is, and she’s always encouraging him with his latest art project and boasting about his paintings to her friends.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Probably It. It and Reim don’t see eye to eye a lot… Reim’s pretty optimistic, and that clashes with It’s pessimism. They don’t exactly hate each other, but they get on each other’s nerves. “You threw off my groove!” “Fuck your groove!” Yatta yatta…

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He loves animated movies. As an artist, he really appreciates them and considers them art, so he’s constantly rewinding scenes because he was focusing on the style or shading instead of what was going on. As for books, he likes fantasy. He likes escaping to another world, and fantasy can be anything and everything, just like a painting.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Not really a typical cliche but… He really hates noir style stuff. Noir movies annoy him to no end because there’s no color and he wishes he could restore the color so bad. He needs color! And when people talk noir style, with the witty and flirtatious old-fashioned banter. It’s just so cheesy to him… This extends to books as well. He prefers deep conversations between characters rather than quick one-liners.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s an artist, so he’s well-rounded in a variety of mediums. Painting, drawing, sculptures, photography… He enjoys painting the most though!

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s a down-to-earth guy that has his goals set and has a plan to achieve them. He knows what he wants in life and he also knows not to get his hopes up. He does hope his dreams come true, but if not he’s got plenty of back up plans. He’s just a nice guy in general, always ready to lift the mood with a joke or a grin.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: For people like It, optimistic people can be annoying. No matter the situation, Reim looks on the bright side of things and his pleasant attitude and charming smile can make It angry. Because life sucks, and It knows it, but apparently Reim doesn’t. Reim’s not optimistic all the time, however, and he does have days where he’s a little moody or depressed, but he tends to keep to himself those days (so of course It doesn’t know that).

How They Change: Reim started out as a painting I did my senior year, so I thought it fitting to give him the painter career in my Sims game. Until that point I didn’t know much about him but watching him interact with my other characters has helped me flesh out what kind of person he is. He looked more emo and brooding in the painting, but in Sims he’s a cheerful guy who enjoys life, so I like that change in him.

Why You Love Them: He’s the character I didn’t know was going to be created. But I’m glad I did that painting of him years ago! Before I made him in Sims, I wanted to do more with his character and knew I wanted him with Pandora, but that was about it. Originally Pan was with someone else from an Other World, and for reasons it didn’t work out, but I think she and Reim are a perfect match. They balance each other out.

Full Name: Apocothea

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Demisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically outside the town Abraxxus), November 2

Guilty Pleasures: Obsessed with Itachi from Naruto, so she has a collection of Itachi merchandise that shouldn’t even exist (her father knows people). She loves anime/manga and video games, and rock/heavy metal music. She also enjoys fan fiction (smut included, but she is picky about it).  

Phobias: This woman has no fear. You should be the one afraid.

What They Would Be Famous For: Not exactly famous, but her old classmates still remember the day the teacher was late and Apocothea calmly walked up to the front of the class and announced the teacher had been in a horrible accident and she was in charge now. She spoke with such authority that no one questioned her, and she proceeded to pass out copies of the 'worst fan fiction she had ever read’ for them to read and critique. It turned out that the teacher had been in a car accident (from speeding), and when the principal delivered the news everyone turned to her in fear. Of course she hadn’t really known… She just saw an opportunity and took it. She needed beta readers for her first fic, after all.

What They Would Get Arrested For: She’s too clever to get herself arrested. Anyone who leaves fingerprints and DNA samples is a Class-A moron. But if she did get arrested, somehow, it would probably be for making the police officer feel like an idiot. Or she would just ignore them and do the opposite of what they ordered her to do out of pure spite. Challenging authority and whatnot.

OC You Ship Them With: It. She wins all the arguments, basically, but they’re stupid arguments to begin with. They bicker back and forth, but it’s from love(?). I don’t know… Their relationship is kind of hard to explain. lol There’s not a lot of typical romance between them, but they do have their moments that say 'Yeah, they’re a couple alright!’

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Nobody’s brave enough to even try murdering her. She’d murder them first.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Like It, she enjoys horror. Except where he’s the guy to think 'what would I do if I was trapped in a house with a serial killer?’, she’s the girl who thinks, 'If I was the serial killer, I’d go after them this way… That guy’s an asshole, anyway.’ She also likes murder mystery novels, but she’s always disappointed when she figures out who the killer is halfway through the book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'The chosen one will save us!’ She doesn’t buy into the whole 'only this person can do it’ trope. Really? Only that person? But he’s an idiot. What if he dies? Then what? Guess the world ends.

Talents and/or Powers: I guess you could say her skill at Guitar Hero is a talent. She’s undefeated with all the Guitar Hero games (every mode, even expert). Other than that, she’s very talented at pretty much anything and everything, but especially at making people feel uncomfortable and fragile in her presence.

Why Someone Might Love Them: If you can get past her intimidating exterior, she’s a pretty cool gal. She’s kind of like Hana-chan from Fruits Basket… The things she says can come off as strange and threatening, but if you become her friend she would quite literally kill for you. She also has a younger sister named Analyse, and you can definitely tell they’re sisters from the way they look and talk.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s very blunt, and if she doesn’t like you she won’t hold back on insults. Lots of people get offended when she does this, but that’s kind of the point. She can also be crafty in the way she talks to people, so sometimes they’re really not sure if she’s insulting them or complimenting them.  

How They Change: She’s changed just a little since I created her. Her relationship with It before was very one-sided, and she liked toying with him. She still likes to, actually, but it’s more affectionate now. She’s always been confident and in charge, but I think being with It has taught her that a relationship requires more teamwork and less blackmail.

Why You Love Them: Again, she’s one of those characters that displays traits I wish I had. She’s not afraid to be assertive, she loves herself for who she is, and doesn’t give a damn what other people think of her. And she gives off this vibe, like you really don’t want to trust that smile she’s wearing. Her calm but menacing demeanor really compliments It’s personality too, I think. He’s fire, she’s ice!

Full Name: Marcus

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Straight

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically a suburban area named Hannen), March 27

Guilty Pleasures: watching YouTube/EgoTube videos, memes, taking internet quizzes… And surprising Aurora on a regular basis with flowers and chocolate like the romantic sap he is!

Phobias: Puking and cuts on the skin. When he’s sick he gets very agitated and nervous and will refuse to eat solid food in case he can’t keep it down. (Soup and water only, basically.) With cuts, it’s not the blood he fears but the sensation of skin splitting. It stems from when he was a teenager and got a deep cut on his knee. Little nicks while shaving are no biggie, but papercuts make him lightheaded and make his skin crawl.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s a very relaxed guy who honestly doesn’t stand out much, but his friends know him as the tech guy. Computer or game console acting up? Marcus knows how to fix it. TV or phone bugging out? Call Marcus, he’s your guy.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Like Aurora, he would never get arrested for anything. He’s too nice to do anything like property damage or fighting, and he’s never gotten a ticket for anything in his life.

OC You Ship Them With: Aurora. They’re so precious together, too good, too sweet! They dote on each other and probably unintentionally make other couples jealous. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. Another goody goody two-shoes frustrates him even more than one. The only thing It appreciates about Marcus is that he’s not above using swear words (unlike Aurora). And maybe the fact that he’s willing to fix It’s laptop and game systems for free.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He really likes documentaries and informational books. He’s always interested in learning something new, and he’d much rather watch an hour-long documentary on EBS than watch the newest hit movie. He was the kid in school who always read the assigned Literature, Real World History & Ego World History, and Science books for fun.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He doesn’t like when a side character you grew attached to suddenly dies. They make you care about them, only to kill them off! What the hell?

Talents and/or Powers: Talented with fixing all things tech. He does claim it’s his superpower! lol

Why Someone Might Love Them: When you find a genuinely nice guy who cares a lot about you, you struck gold! Aurora loves his soft, sensitive side when he’s alone with her and also loves his corny jokes. People in general like how laid back he is, as he’s very patient and knows everybody makes mistakes. He’s the guy who will walk an old lady across the street if she needs help, the guy who literally climbed a tree to get a cat out of it (sneaky little Cupcake!). Nice guys do exist, and he’s one of the best!

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Again… There’s people like It. They get annoyed with the whole 'nice guy act’, especially once they learn it’s not an act at all but just how he is. They might get jealous when they see how much other people like him, but more often than not they come around, especially after he helps them with something and expects nothing in return.

How They Change: His character hasn’t changed much, either. He’s thoughtful, kind, cheerful… He’s popular with everyone he hangs out with, because he gets along with pretty much everyone. He’s polite, open to new things and opinions, and though he admits he might be a little boring to be around he also doesn’t mind. Such a great guy!

Why You Love Them: He and Aurora are a pair of cinnamon rolls, too sweet, too pure for this world! Even though I created him long before I met Alex, he reminds me of him. lol Marcus is the perfect example for how you should treat your loved ones, and anyone you meet, really. He’s like the Mr. Rogers of the gang, I guess you could say. He just wants everybody to respect each other and be kind to themselves and others.

Sorry if this got super long, I just really love these characters. lol Also! When I was reading your OC post I found it really cool that some of our characters have birthdays either on the same day or really close, that made me smile! :D

Thanks so much for the ask again!!

[kathillards]

misc morphicon stories

ok so i feel like i’ve talked FOREVER about all the wild shit that happened to us at morphicon (running into rangers at the car valet!! meeting chip lynn!! azim calling us his favorite ladies at the con!!) but i wanted to make a write up for all the stuff i haven’t talked about yet because i have to remember all this and i want you all to experience it too!! it was so fun oh my god if you haven’t been to morphicon... start making plans for 2020 guys it is legit INSANE best weekend of my entire LIFE

- ann marie crouch is AN ACTUAL PRINCESS SENT FROM HEAVEN we ran into her on our way back to the hotel one of the days and we were like omg it’s princess shayla we love you!! and she was so sweet and stopped and talked to us even though she was on her way out for a nap and she was in full shayla gear she looked so pretty! and we saw her on the way back too she had changed into casual clothes but still rocking it WE LOVE ONE MENTOR ONLY

- jessica rey is so funny and adorable omg we stopped by her booth to buy wild force pins (kat and abbey) bc the wf rangers come PREPARED w/ merch and nobody was there so we all just started talking to her and told her how we loved wild force and alyssa and abbey said she loved the ep where alyssa beat up the boys and she’s so cute and fun to talk to!! she told us about the shades of pink panel and i was like “is alyssa a pink or a white ranger” and she was like “lol i dont even know” also she had her handler take a staged candid of us talking to her because she loved us lmao. and then we were talking about white rangers and all of us were like “fuck tommy lives we stan alyssa only” and she laughed and immediately started telling us about what a dick jdf had been to fans the day before lmao (also for real...he’s a dick) and i was like YOU ARE THE SUPERIOR WHITE TIGER RANGER god shes so cool she loved us and didnt wanna stop talking but we had to move away cuz ppl were lining up for her behind us rip

- RICHARD AND ANGIE oh my god ok so i’d stopped and talked to angie on the first day and also the second day and i told her i’d come back later bc i wanted a photo w/ BOTH OF THEM and i did tell her how much i loved madison and vida like we are ROCCA SISTER STANS FIRST PEOPLE SECOND and shes so cute and she remembered us every time!! and then on the third day i finally got to talk to richard and he’s so sweet we talked about mystic force just at his booth for like ten minutes waiting for angie for the photo op, he asked us our fave episodes and i said dark wish and he actually remembered it so i think he might be the only actor at the con who watched his season. and we told him we loved the mystic force theme song AND HE STARTED SINGING IT. and someone had left him a green zeo figurine for...some reason and he told us “i dont even fucking know who that is” (but nicer lol he is very charming and polite) and we told him it was adam/johnny and he was like ohhhh lmao i love disney era actors not knowing SHIT about saban era. like he literally worked with johnny. i love him. AND THEN HE ASKED US ALL TO BE IN THE PHOTO and since kat paid for half of it we were like aight its a group thing and its the cutest photo i love disney era actors only

- i think i talked about meeting dwayne cameron already but god hes so sweet and i felt bad for him bc caitlin next to him had ppl she was talking to but he was all alone so me and abbey just went up and started talking to him and i told him i loved overdrive and i told him i recognized him as ethan’s bully and we talked about tyzonn and vella and just overdrive in general and hes so SWEET and he HUGGED ME SO TIGHT GOD i think he really enjoyed us like. actually loving overdrive and being able to talk about it. AND HE RAN INTO ABBEY IN CARS LAND AT DISNEY ON MONDAY AND GAVE HER ANOTHER HUG hes so cute (angie was also there with him I LOVE DISNEY ERA SOLIDARITY)

- met monica may and cerina vincent on saturday, not a lot to say bc i only talked to them a bit and took my photos but they are both so beautiful and elegant and classy and i told cerina i loved her in stuck in the middle :’) ranger ladies are so intimidatingly pretty god. also picked up this huge LEGIT spd poster and im gonna put it up in my room as soon as i can because oh my god its professional quality it looks so cool. we also talked to greg aronowitz bc kat wanted her poster signed and hes so cool we told him how much we appreciated everything he did for spd AND THAT WE WERE ON HIS SIDE ABOUT FEMALE RED FUCK DISNEY.

- god what else uhh we wandered around the toys section a lot on saturday/sunday bc we’d kinda. seen everyone. and there were a lot of panels on sunday so nobody was at the booths. i picked up those amazing rider/sentai prints from ceevee SUPER TALENTED SO WORTH IT. also got me a meteor storm figuart B) which i havent taken out of the box yet but i will

- HECTOR AT THE CAR VALET he literally announced he would be at morphicon the day before and then we saw him while waiting for our car and SCREAMED and he was so chill and cool and he came over and hugged us all hes so hot. AND THEN LATER WE RAN INTO SELWYN WARD AT THE CAR VALET and he also laughed when we squealed and came over and hugged us all and guys he smelled soooo nice i was like right up against him i could have died hes so handsome and perfect.

- we also ran into steve cardenas at the car valet like right when we were all leaving the hotel for the last time and we told him that we loved him and i said i was so excited that it was rocky coming back for the anniversary instead of fucking jason and abbey was like “justice for forever red!” and he was like hah i know right anyway every single actor in this franchise hates jdf lmao that was just the vibe of morphicon and it was valid

- fun fact we did not see jdf ONCE. not going to the con, not at the hotel, not ANYWHERE. just his crazy lines. he was like the douchebag cryptid. im glad tho he can stay that way.

- i talked about meeting andre on saturday night right??? hes so SWEET I LOVE HIM he was so happy when ben gave him his fanart of eddie and took a selfie w/ ben right then and there and also took a pic w/ me and abbey ugh i love him i told him he was so valid for being a power rangers youtuber and liking megaforce AND THAT HE’S THE BEST INTERVIEWER THEY’VE EVER HAD (i also told azim this, i’m very passionate about this subject, every other ranger interviewer sucks ASS)

- jason faunt at the elevators!! hes so sweet i told him how excited i was for the anniversary and he said yeah theres a lot more plot going on and told me to take a selfie bc they couldnt stop him here fhjggd i love that pic i love him AND THEN ALSO later we ran into NAKIA IN AN ELEVATOR AND SHES SO SWEET I SAID “WE LOVE YOU WE WATCHED ALL OF ZEO FOR YOU” and she was like aww thank you so much!! a literal goddess AND THEN LATER AS WE WERE CHECKING OUT karan walked by us to go to nakia and i was so excited i waved and said hi to her and she said “hi baby how are you” SHES SO WONDERFUL I LOVE MY MOTHERS

- i think i told the chris reid story already but like. hes so charming and was so nice even tho i interrupted his express checkout but like. i Had to tell him how valid ninja steel was i was literally like fuck the dudebros they’re so annoying you guys fighting w/ that one guy on twitter over the kcas was the FUNNIEST thing to EVER happen to this fandom and he laughed.

- we also went up to kelson’s booth later and told him how much we loved mick and all his roles!! and talked to him forever about all of them, told him we were kalish/disney era supremacists, told him HOW GOOD HE IS AT VOICE ACTING WE LOVE FLIT AND NORG IN THIS HOUSE he looked so happy :’) i feel like everyone just compliments him on boom which, no offense, but appreciate your voice actors guys. i told him we grew up on disney era and it was like new zealand only had twelve actors and he was five of them and he laughed and was like yeah. i also told him how we loved mick and brody’s father/son relationship and he was like yeah they ended up liking that a lot too which is why they sort of pushed brody’s real dad to the side so mick could shine more and i was like that’s LEGIT. i also told him the prism was brody’s mother and he agreed so that’s canon now. AND I TOLD HIM how fucking dark ninja steel went w/ his storyline literally being about slavery and human trafficking and he was like I KNOW RIGHT and we just talked about how dumb everyone is for being mean to ninja steel and chris showed up at this point too and we all laughed about it together

- ok and then tbh we just spent all of sunday loitering around the megaforce cast but it was worth it because they LOVE US oh my god we talked to them like all sunday about just. everything. azim’s gf jordan was there and she kept telling us to just stick around we talked to her a lot, we asked her about alex heartman and like where tf was he and she said he was working :( BUT AZIM AND ALEX ARE STILL CLOSE so victory. azim also told us a bunch of little stories like how he and the megaforce cast searched for a house to stay in together and ended up finding one at the base of a volcano and he and drew would race around the volcano in the mornings like the crazy people they are, we told him how much we loved andrew’s ACTING SKILLS and “do you see any tears” and he cracked up and said “they used to call me ‘freaky tiki man’ all the time because of that one line” and he told us about other fan encounters and things, we told him on saturday how we all met and became friends because we were the only ppl who loved and defended megaforce and he was SO TOUCHED HES SO SWEET GOD i would die for him. 

- cameron gave us (me and kat) all his money to buy him lunch from the food trucks and i guess just trusted that we loved megaforce so much we wouldn’t just run away with all his money????? and he was absolutely correct we got him teriyaki chicken with garlic noodles and he loved us. his handler also asked us to buy him food and gave us his CREDIT CARD dfhdgfjgdf like power rangers people are wild man. who just gives their credit card to random 20yo girls and just. trusts that they love this children’s show so much they won’t steal it??? i mean they were right and we didn’t but still. AND HE MADE ME AIRDROP one of my megaforce reaction pics to his phone because he loved it so much (it’s the one of jake and emma and orion looking super done, that i had ben redraw for me, so we showed them both pics and all three of them LOVED IT) and cameron even looked ben up on deviantart to see it fdgjkdfdg he loves usss. christina was telling us how they were talking about us at dinner and cameron told her that we were his favorite part of the con :’)) azim also mentioned that they talked about us at dinner because he said to kat “we were discussing that you look like that girl from 10 things i hate about you who was julia stiles’ best friend” LIKE IMAGINE. HAVING THE MEGAFORCE CAST. DISCUSS WHO YOU LOOK LIKE FDJGKDHFJGD they’re so cute ugh and azim and cameron hugged us all goodbye and john mark and christina said goodbye too and i just. love them. so much. 

- at one point cameron asked me and kat how old we were and she was like “twenties...as a group we are in our early twenties” and he was like “.... so old enough to know how a hangover feels right?” and we lost it dfgjfdkdgjh and i said “if i were an actor i would just be stoned the whole con” AND CAMERON JUST NODDED AGGRESSIVELY god the entire cast was definitely hungover and they’re so valid. except christina, we asked her and she said she only had a milkshake so maybe she was their designated driver. 

- andrew is so chill too (i mean i do think he is perpetually high but its fine) i think he just loves talking??? like he’s there for the babies (so many babies!! and they love troy so much!!! hes so adorable with them) and then he just wants to chill like we went up to him on sunday and he was like oh hey did you guys see this picture and he pulled out his phone and showed a pic of the megaforce cast doing a goofy zombie pose at their photo ops and he told us his backstory on each of their zombie poses like. who does this??? he’s so adorable.

- and ofc we stopped by christina again on sunday bc she’s THE FAVE and shes just so cuuute ugh and i told her i loved all asian rangers bc i am asian!! and she was like omg are you?? and i was like yeah i’m south asian and she was like omg so that’s all part of asia too OH I GET IT SO WE’RE BOTH ASIAN and i was like YES AND YOU’RE ALL MY RANGERS and she smiled at me it was like staring at the sun tbh. i love and would die for her.

- when we went to say goodbye to the megaforce cast cameron just looked at all of us standing around his booth and was like, so genuinely, “you guys are the best” and it still makes me cry thinking about it. AND AZIM’S FACE when we all said “megaforce’s defenders never surrender!” to him he had the sweetest smile god i really would take a bullet for the entire megaforce cast in a heartbeat. they are the sweetest angels & deserve the world. if any of you breathe a word wrong about jake holling in my general vicinity ever again i will fry your intestines and eat them for breakfast thank you GOODBYE.

[hp-again]

Rereading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Chapter Ten - The House of Gaunt

HI GUYS sorry its been a while lets get going 

dis about to be depressing 

- ok i hate snape as much as the next gal but DAMN if hes not a bomb as potion master

- honestly tho why didnt dumbledore just invite ron and hermione to these meetings like he knows harrys gonna just tell them everything afterwards. save everyone a lot of time and effort.

- LOL trelawney is wandering through the halls drunk and ive never related to her more

“This time, you enter the Pensieve with me... and, even more unusually, with permission.”

lolol nice burn albus. i mean, HES NOT WRONG

- hi bob ogden!!!! this must be your little worst memory huh?

As the dark shadows of the trees slid over him, he stopped again, staring at the front door, to which somebody had nailed a dead snake.

uhh thats the cue to GTFO BOB

- ok this chapter is actually really freaky. all my roommates are gone as im typing this IM SCARED YALL

The man standing before them had thick hair so matted with dirt it could have been any color. Several of his teeth were missing. His eyes were small and dark and stared in opposite directions. 

hot. 

- awe shit harrys parseltongue coming in klutch here

“Are you pure-blood?” he asked, suddenly aggressive. “That’s neither here not there,” said Ogden coldly, and Harry felt his respec for Ogden rise. 

ME TOO HARRY, ME TOO. the gaunts are like your redneck cousins that dont even try to pretend theyre not racist 

- seriously i forgot how fucking creepy this chapter is i dont like it i wanna leave

She looked a little cleaner than the two men, but Harry thought he had never seen a more defeated looking person.

merope :’(

Merope had dropped on of the pots. “Pick it up!” Gaunt bellowed at her. “That’s it, grub on the floor like some filthy Muggle, what’s your wand for, you useless sack of muck?” “Mr. Gaunt, please!” said Ogden in a shocked voice, as Merope, who had already picked up the pot, flushed blotchily scarlet, lost her grip on the pot again, drew her wand shakily from her pocket, pointed it at the pot, and muttered a hasty, inaudible spell that caused the pot to shoot across the floor away from her, hit the opposite wall, and crack in two.

seriously this sucks. 

- AW SHIT THE GAUNT RING HAS APPEARED 

- AND THE LOCKET OMG harry i hope youre paying attention 

“My daughter - pure-blooded descendant of Salazar Slytherin - hankering after a filthy, dirt-veined Muggle?” Merope shook her head frantically, pressing herself into the wall, apparently unable to speak.  “But I got him, Father!” cackled Morfin. “I got him as he went by and he didn’t look so pretty with hives all over him, did he, Merope?” “You disgusting little Squib, you filthy little blood traitor!” roared Gaunt, losing control, and his hands closed around his daughters’ throat. 

i sympathize with merope for being a victim of abuse in a house hold thats bigoted not only against everyone around her but also just HER herself. but then im definitely not on board with the whole forcing tom riddle sr to marry her and basically rape him stuff. what is your opinion on merope? genuinely curious i wanna know someone inbox me LETS DISCUSS

- this is all info dump that im not gonna quote but this is juicy ass chapter

“Sir... is it important to know all this about Voldemort’s past?” “Very important, I thin,” said Dumbledore. “And it... it’s got something to do with the prophecy?” “It has everything to do with the prophecy.” “Right,” said Harry, a little confused

this is everyone conversation has with dumbledore ever. vagueness and confusion. thats the whole thing. 

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[mogamifucker666]

 cabana au plot thing maybe. i can’t write so.. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

premise: Mogami is an assassin/hitman, working at a tropical resort for cover. his mom is sick. he works with SG guy (Sargent) as assassins but also at the same tropical resort place. Matsuo is a rich gold digger, killed his last husband but was judged innocent in the trial. now he’s looking for thrills, doesn’t desire more money, just trying to have a good time. which for him means.. causing choas.

(this post is so long and dumb and gay i am so sorry for anyone on tumblr mobile RIP)

(edit: it’s even longer now and i tried to fix the typos from before. i hate how invested i am in this AU and yet i cannot stop.)

Matsuo comes to this resort regularly and the staff are Wary and particular about the staff they (somewhat) sacrifice to Matsuo. but Matsuo has MAD CA$H so they assign him like.. a personal attendant of sorts.

Mogami was hired between the last visit and this one, has been working there a lil while (some months but less than a year), Sargent is part of the resort’s management and works to cover for Mogam to give him alibis while he’s off killing ppl Just In Case

Mogami probably has an alias that he uses for like everything and that’s “Kai” bc he works by the ocean lmao. 

I guess Mogami works around the pool and beach? waiter/bartender type thing. trained as a lifeguard so he does that too.

Anyhow he gets assigned to Matsuo, is aware that Matsuo’s was on trial for the murder of his husband but wasn’t convicted, but doesn’t really know what to expect. definitely not the chaotic twinky gremlin that Matsuo is in this AU.

Possible first interaction: Mogami is just trying to serve some drinks  and Matsuo intercepts him and he's like "can i help you.....uhm........?" (can't figure out Matsuo's gender) 

Matsuo, "that would be sir, thank you. but in a different context you can call me baby." Mogam is internally like o no-- Matsuo, not missing a beat, "and i can call you daddy." and Mogami is like. CRIngiNG he's like this is it, this is the curse brought on by killing people, the bad luck has finally caught up with me-- etc

Matsuo has a thing about paying ppl with Mogami’s job 4 sex/seducing them

Mogam is not about it

Matsuo won’t ease up

Anyway. things r tense and assassin stuff is more difficult bc of dealing with being Matsuo’s attendant. but there r days when Mogam isn’t working, where he has leave to “see his mom” which are often used for assassin stuff but. sometimes seeing mom. sometimes both.

Mogam still maintains his cool and indifference to Matsuo’s attempted advances

it’d be ridiculous if Matsuo very obviously fakes drowning. standing in shallow water (literally standing) and just flinging water around and looking like a fool, calling out “help me lifeguard! im Drowning! oh the humanity! i am struggling to breathe oh lifeguard please help me!” mostly bothering the other people around so Mogami feels compelled to usher him away but Mogami does Not lol and Matsuo just looks like a desperate fool.

maybe he actually pretends to drown

“i think i need cpr”

“i’ll just call an ambulance for you”

“come ON” as Mogami gets up and Leaves

Matsuo: >;;;;^(  Mogami: B^|

Matsuo prObably goes for some other poolboys in the meantime. partly for attention, partly because it’s what he does.

Matsuo insists that Mogami has a secret (and he does) but Mogam denies that he has any secret of interest to Matsuo

somehow Matsuo finds out about his mom tho and Mogam is like “ah yes. my dark secret. i am indeed secretly tender at heart and love my mother very much. u got me.” but like. no it’s that he’s killing people. But there is some bonding and more respect from Matsuo. some but not much.

the Advances continue tho Matsuo is like still like  “if u need money then sleep with me??”. Mogam is like. No.

also, at some point, Mogami to Matsuo “has anything bad happened to you at all in your life?” (bad things have happened but it’s been a While and Matsuo is hella detached from that)

Matsuo is legit like. lowkey a psychopath probably and breaks into Mogam’s (place of residence) (apartment proabably?) and Mogam gets back from a nearby “job” (shady bloody job) and Matsuo sees him (Matsuo wasn’t hiding lol) and Mogam Very Clearly bloody (under the shirt he was wear and since removed bc he’s home now) and is internally like “i’m not prepared to deal with this. this is over my head, the disappearance would go noticed, and would obviously connect to me... i’ll call Sargent. i probably have to kill him, such a hassle.. could be the end of things. what i thoughtless greedy awful--”

i drew it:

(evil gremlin pixie gets gay while dead-inside man contemplates the logistics of murder and disposing the body)

he glances down and Matsuo is like... sparkly heart emojis looking at the blood on Mogami and. Mogam is CONFUSED hE’s like “What.. are you doing looking like that?????”

(the blood drawn on his face/hand doesn’t make sense now that ive thought about it but. i can’t be bothered now.)

(my fave Mogami reaction to Matsuo is “bitch what the fuck” honestly) 

Matsuo is rlly hot about the blood i but Mogam is just tired of this he’s like. resigned and kind of given up and legit just “I’m going to take a shower”

“can i come with u? ::::3c”

“you can do whatever you want” (figures Matsuo will follow him but doesn’t care if Matsuo leaves and tells the police he’s just tired rn)

Matsuo does follow him (he’s got his Eyes on the Prize)(the “prize” has gotten more and more interesting and enticing as time went by and now he is enthralled. Matsuo is chaotic and freaky and i love him. kinky(TM))

Mogam is trying to ignore Matsuo in the shower but eventually just Gives Up and like yeah wow sex huh

it is. a lot more good than Mogam anticipated and Matsuo is very :^)))))) after (satisfied and “i told u so” and still sneaky but also. more solidly attached now)(Mogam is endearingly passionate  and it’s hot i guess idk don’t look at me)

Matsuo is probably the only (alive) person besides Sargent who knows he’s killing people so like. that relieves tension and allows for more intimacy ok

(im gay don’t talk to me)

at some point after that Matsuo is like “you like killing people”

“no, it’s just a job”

except he does and something happening close to the time of the convo is like ‘wait yes i do enjoy it..’

At Some Point Matsuo gets a wound over his eye (so the scar matches canon lol), it’s somehow a result of hanging around Mogami

thanks @ Nick for this idea: maybe Matsuo gets kidnapped and Mogam has to go save him. Jokes on Mogami tho Matsuo knows how to use a gun and can handle i knife decently. basically Matsuo kills at least Some of his abductors, gets his face slashed, and escapes by the time Mogami arrives to save him.

probably a sobering experience for Matsuo like ‘o right actions have consequences that affect me. wow. strange.’

this isn’t a deterrent for him tho, he’s still having fun, but he’s gonna be less flippant and careless from then on.

idK eventually an agreement of commitment happens and like. Mogam quits and the resort and moved back with Matsuo to the US i guess and now he doesn’t have to worry about money for his mom’s care bc Matsuo is stacked.

so Matsuo has married twice and the latest one is dead but the other one (his first marriage) is to Toichiro.

Toichiro’s wife divorced him, he’s rich and is some important af person in a corporation idk, he and Matsuo r together for a while and then married briefly and then Matsuo divorces him and gets hella money (awful. cruel. rude boy. evil. i love it) 

(their relationship was like. probably kind of sad bc Toichiro is pretending he’s not torn up abt his ex-wife and maybe Matsuo like?? wasn’t just being a gold digger and actually cared about him, but was constantly eclipsed by the ex-wife n got tired of it and once they were married he was pretty soon like “Okay. That’s That. Bye.” dark. idk Matsuo is an energetic and wild person and Toichiro is cold and dead inside and Matsuo probably brought a lot of like.. joy to his life, and he took that for granted n Matsuo left. bye bish.)(lmao i h8 angst i’m sad now)

the current dynamic between him and Toichiro is like.. whenever they see each other they just drag the shit out of each other and r snide and that’s their point of camaraderie but Matsuo rlly doesn’t care abt him and always rubs Toichiro’s unsatisified life in his face.

but Matsuo is with Mogami now and they’re back in the US (some big city, probably Los Angeles or NYC.. or both. Matsuo has an unnecessary excess of wealth he can have a house on both coasts) but they end up talking with Toichiro and so Toichiro and Matsuo r doing their nasty banter thing and Toichiro starts talking dirty and about stuff he and Matsuo did and Matsuo is kind of pissed and internally like ‘wow in front of my boyfriend?? i know i have no class either but xcuse u bitch :^)’ but. also talks abt the stuff he’s been doing with Mogami. meanwhile Mogami is just there SEETHING quietly, tensely but politely smiling, thinking 'the nerve of this awful man with ugly eyebrows. abhorrent.' Matsuo is keeping an eye on him as the tension is rising and eventually.. 'wow my murder bf is about to fight my ex and while that's Hot that's not a good idea---' so he he cuts the conversation off like "well, i know who i've chosen--" wraps arm around Mogami's waist "--have a good life pining for your ex-wife" and like. leaves. bye.

or “have fun trying to fill the void left my your ex-wife for as long as you live”

Matsuo’s second marriage is probably to Ishiguro and purely for the money. but Ishiguro is gross and old and Matsuo was tired of waiting for him to die and took matters into his own hands. and ended up with a lot of money and no jail time.

idk what else. vague ideas kind of like. Mogam has a day of and Sargent goes to visit momgami in the hospital as a way to cover for Mogami going to do a hit. or doing a hit for Mogam so he can visit his mom. tru friends. 

the beginning aesthetic being like. tacky tropical beach and it changing into like. lavish but sleek spy-aesthetic by the end is funny to me. tropical pattern prints and speedos and petty drama and humar to dark clothes and a scar  and like. weirdly devoted and sexy dynamic. silly to serious. hilariously bad rom com to..  rich murder gays (NBC Hannibal stole my aesthetic)

im starting to fall asleep but ya this au was originally 100% shitpost and yet here. i am. thinking about it seriously.

[todokori-kun]

I APOLOGIZE, QUEEN LUNA. PLEASE ALLOW ME TO BEG FOR YOUR FORGIVENESS-

(tbh the reason I don’t play them is because I don’t really play any kind of game XD I’ve played a few free things on the internet but other than that, not much)

OMG thanks for the link! I might try it out soon :D (And wow, Rumpel. Just, wow.)

WAIT, IS THAT LADY A DATEABLE CHARACTER

Urie/Saiko is so freaking adorable :3 and it’s the worst thing ever that it does have some canon evidence but Ishida keeps teasing us like: *gives some nice, cute Urie/Saiko material*

Fandom: AWWW is it gonna be canon? Are they actually gonna be happy for a while???

Ishida: *gives Mutsurie scene with Urie clearly pining over Mutsuki while Mutsuki’s just talking about Kaneki*

Fandom: …of course.

TYSM <333 I’ll get it to you as soon as I can :D

HxH is definitely a lot of fun! I’d like to recommend Hisoka’s character song (‘Kyousou requiem’) to you because W O W

I got to the part where Father’s ‘creating’ humans. That was freaky. Tbh though my favorite parts of this volume might have been Pride’s defeat and Kimblee’s farewell…that was perfect. I actually sorta like Kimblee now. Of course, I’d never want to meet him irl and he’s still a terrible person, but at least he never betrays his own beliefs.

(I know that Roy will get his eyesight back next volume so that’s good, but Greed’s…gonna die, isn’t he? Uuugh)

I have come to conquer you puny humans with the power of feels. Fear me.

Wait, does that mean you relate to Al or that you think I’m like Al? Sorry, got a bit confused there ^^;;

I’m Hohenheim minus his awesome moments. The bad social skills, the awkwardness, the way he honestly TRIES to be a nice, normal person even if it hardly ever works out…the more I see of him the more I feel like I’ve never related this much to a fictional character (except maybe Kaneki).

You really do remind me of Riza and Winry. The strength, the resolve, the wit and caring=100% Queen Luna.

Ed is frankly a little creeped out that the Colonel even thought that HE, Edward Elric, barely a teenager, could or would steal his girlfriend.

(I headcanon that Ed and Queen Luna are actually BFFs and team up to prank Roy.

Roy always feels so betrayed because whenever he’s doing something totally, not at all stupid, his girlfriend always sides with Fullmetal. “Luna, what did I do. Did I forget to do the dishes again. Was it the extremely cheesy and badly written explicit romance book I bought you on Valentines day. That was a joke, please forgive me”

Also he is extremely salty when he realizes you chose Water Alchemy as your specialty. He had enough of the constant rain jokes from Edward and Riza’s comments about him being useless on rainy days, and now this. The world is too cruel.

(But no matter how grumpy and passive-aggressive he gets when you beat him, of course he’s the proudest when you make good use of your skills. Like when you destroy an enemy in combat- especially if the enemy was underestimating you “That’s MY girlfriend, and she is amazing”))

Yeah, Air Alchemy could actually be one of the most dangerous types if you knew how to use it…Medicinal Alchemy/Alkahestry is still my thing though ^^

(‘peaceful’ do you know how I look when I play the piano and nobody’s around. Dude. That’s when I go rage mode and start playing the loudest, wildest songs ever like He’s a Pirate from Pirates of the Caribbean LOL)

That’s still adorable though omg ;-; the sad thing though is that it would be easy for him to not realize that I have anxiety and assume that I just didn’t like him, because like I said, I’d probably be ok with Mei and Yoki would be easy enough for me to talk to as well (people like Yoki either make me laugh or frustrate me and in the end I’d probably end up snapping at him). Then Queen Luna would come along and I’d suddenly become super talkative.

And when he walked into the room I’d either automatically shut up or give Queen Luna a look like “please take me out of here I don’t want to embarrass myself”.

(Would Queen Luna help me, though?)

Mei’s view of Ed is the ultimate Expectation vs. Reality.

Yep, I really want to know OC’s real name ;-; (I think I’d probably slip up and keep calling him Ciel for a while tho lol). And yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing what happens the next chapter…all this chapter really gave me was hints of insecurity from OC?

IT’S THE STAR SPANGLED MAN WITH A PLAN

Looking forward to your reaction :) (probably a lot of tears)

OMG that sounds so cool! Like, natural, 'ginger’ red or bright red? Either way I bet you’re gonna look amazing, Queen Luna <3

(P.S: You know I mentioned a piano recital? It’s not happening. There was an incident with the teachers at the place where I was learning piano so I don’t go there anymore.

Basically, my mom was already sort of frustrated, because they also teach violin there and my litle sister used to learn violin- the teacher told us we’d have to come way earlier for lessons because she was busy with other lessons too, so we did, but she was like literally never on time? We came early but my little sister had to have piano lessons first because the violin teacher didn’t show up until later. So there was that.

And then there was the thing where they just didn’t let us decide the lesson times at all? Like, always “we’re too busy at that time, that’s too early, too many children at that time…” and they were kinda rude about it too (also once I went there at a later time and there actually weren’t that many kids? Wth)

Then they sent my mom a message. You know how usually you have to study with music theory books too when you learn how to use an instrument? My little sister’s only five (turning six this August) and she was often tired out from soccer lessons by the time she went to piano, so my mom asked the teachers if she could just not do music theory when she was too tired. they agreed.

But the message was basically 'she keeps saying she doesn’t want to do music theory and when we let her rest she keeps wandering around and bothering other people/interrupting other people’s lessons’. Like, ok, if she’d been doing stuff like that since the beginning we could understand that, but I had piano lessons at around the same time as her and she literally just sat and read books when her lessons are over and she’s not doing music theory? Also, until that message all the teachers just kept telling us what a wonderful, intelligent student she was and there was literally no mention of her bothering anyone so it was like??? what is this???

And when my mom called the teacher and asked her about the message she was like “I don’t see how that’s rude, please stop being so pushy/bossy, also I was always on time for the violin lessons what are you talking about?” Just. Wow.

When we went to pick up our music books after mom said we weren’t going to take lessons there anymore, one of the teachers came out and kept gushing about how 'Evans and her sister were SUCH amazing students, we’ll be so sad to see them go’ and she hugged me? tbh it felt really awkward and I was screaming internally through the whole thing because WOW I hate being touched by people I’m not close with lol)

*ahem* before anything: If I ever hear you say another word about your art being bad, I swear I’ll throw myself out of the window. Because it’s actually adorable?? I cry?? Touka’s hair truly looks fluffy and I LOVE the way you drew her lips. So, please, have faith in yourself, your art is absolutely gorgeous! 

Well, Otome games aren’t for everyone, tbh. I have a friend who gets easily embarrassed and she honestly can’t play them because… well, gets embarrassed at them. You should’ve seen her face when I first showed her the games, especially when the flirting began XD

I have finished the whole game. (No, you can’t date her T_T) All the endings, good and bad. 10 of them. My heart is in pieces. I wanna cry.  OKAY SMOL BRIEFING ON THE REMAINING CHARACTERS!

This is Fritz! He’s MC’s personal knight and a professional cinnamon roll. His route honestly made me so emotional (;﹏;) Not as emotional as the last one, though. He’s my 3rd favourite of the 5! His bad end was the worst of them all, though. I actually started crying. It was 1am when I did it. I wonder what my mom would’ve said if she’d seen me, at 1am, crying over a fictional character.

And last but (definitely) not least, my fave <3

Waltz- he has the Neverland curse, which means he remains as a boy until it’s broken.

This is after he breaks it. Damn. Other than the fact that his story is a trope I really love, he’s also a generally nice person, with a personality better than most of the dateable character. Also, his route is considered to be the ‘True’ route, the one you’re supposed to play last, because it has most spoilers.  I cry.

Okok, enough with ‘Luna reviews Otome Games’

And then you realise they meant it in the ‘conceal yourself’ way, not HIdeyoshi.Fuck.

Well, the Urie/Saiko was cute? BUT THAT’S IT?? Where’s the dramatic reveal? The confession =3= ((Luna is forgetting that this isn’t a romance manga))

Ishida is giving us mixed signals. 

Yeah, Kimblee’s farewell does make you wanna respect him. At least he didn’t try to be someone else. Pride was cute, tho. He was a demon who’d kill without a second thought, but he was a cute demon.

Yep, Roy does see again. …. Aha. I cry. But at least he dies heroically? 

I’m gonna get a stronger flask. That way you’ll never be able to escape muhahahahahhahaha

You’re like Al! Absolutely adorable!

Yet, badass at the same time!

Well, at least you’re not as insane as Kaneki? You definitely have more mental stability than him.

Honestly, if I was at the age where it’s socially acceptable to date Mustang, then I’m definitely not at the age when it’s socially acceptable to date Ed, and vice-versa. It’s ridiculous how he feels threatened by a kid XD On the other hand, there is a Xingese prince, now emperor ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Honestly, we’d prank him so much XD I’m pretty sure it’d mostly involve water. And rainy days.  Maybe his umbrella would conveniently disappear during those days. Or his hair would accidentally turn pink. Whoops.  Who knows, maybe I partly chose Water Alchemy to spite him XD

I think Medicinal Alchemy would be very, very appreciated in Amestris, especially considering there is none of it there. You’d be able to make mad money hahah But you’d also help a lot of people, so that’s admirable as well ^^

… Let’s pretend you were inspired to play a song that was peaceful for once and you’re feeling the peace. So you surprise him some other night by playing something he definitely didn’t expect

That’s why I’m there to help you! To show him that you just need a bit of time to warm up to people and maybe whisper a few hints to how to get you to warm up into his ear! So he realises you’re only a bit intimidated, and tries to lessen that effect.  I’d also ask Mei to help you. Probably offering something related to Al in return XD

Yeah, he’s definitely insecure. I mean, he didn’t say a single thing back and he calls himself a spare. That’s depressing. I just want him to be happy. After all the suffering he went through, he deserves it.

Is... is it cap?

I’m scared. But then again, I’m always scared when you recommend me something.

I think it’s supposed to be flame red? But since I have naturally darker hair, it’s possible that it’ll be more ginger-ish, because the dye won’t be so visible. Who knows, we’ll see ^^

Whaa?? That all seems really, really uncomfortable, especially the hugging. I mean, why. They really seem two-faced. But, maybe it’s for the best. At least now you don’t have to worry about freezing up during the recital? Will you continue playing the piano, though? It’d be a shame if you let the skills go to waste. You can always practice with anime music/songs you like if Bach and Mozart get boring :P