#my brain just about died writing that

[galaxy-fleur]

Thinking 'bout Leon in his 40's-50's getting his first streaks of gray hair... Need to see that badly, he'd looks so good with them! Although he strikes me as the type to have a full on crisis at the first gray hairs he sees.

He's been stuck in the bathroom for, like, 20 minutes now, so you go to check on him and catch him straight up sitting on the toilet, head in his hands like he just heard the worst news possible, his eyes clouded over... And when you anxiously try to figure out what the heck has him looking like this, he points to his gray hairs.

That's it. He's getting old. Time for the midlife crisis, it seems. It's hard not to laugh at him, but he looks so genuinely bothered you might wanna hold off on teasing for a bit.

He'll feel better if you kiss the top of his head and say he looks handsome with them though. Still a bit panicky, but better. He's a bit of a drama queen with his hair, but it's cute.

[twifairy]

Absolutely fascinated by the personal connections Seishiro Jigoku has to the main TGAA cast like its actively insane

But Jigoku is someone Susato knows by name, and someone who is seemingly comfortable with her. Yujin was worried Susato might be recognized by Jigoku when even Rei couldn't recognize her immediately.

Jigoku is a family friend of Susato and Kazuma's. Like. That's the text. Do we get how close Jigoku and Yujin are? Not really specifically.

And then Kazuma. Yujin takes Kazuma in and Jigoku is close enough with Yujin that when Kazuma gets sent the letter about the Professor, he feels like the right answer is to go ask Judge Jigoku. Because if Yujin is too kind to tell him the truth, Judge Jigoku will do it.

But also Jigoku and Yujin's relationship.

Jigoku knew Yujin before the study tour. He was so worried about Yujin's well being when he was grieving Ayame that he dragged him along for the study tour (something he was already signed up to do, but was likely considering quitting, is how I read that)

I don't think saying Jigoku and Genshin were less close by the end of the study tour (if they were ever close at ALL) is a stretch. Genshin deliberately tells Yujin not to bring Jigoku when going to help Lady Baskerville, or to even mention it to him.

Yujin knows the identity of Klint van Zieks' daughter. Jigoku knows who killed Genshin Asogi. They both keep those secrets from each other for 10 years, on top of over 16 years of very close friendship.

That is a man who has had dinner at the Mikotoba family home many times. That is someone Yujin trusts with his children. We never see Yujin throw someone the way Susato does— Jigoku does it. The person handling most of the logistics of Kazuma's study tour is not Yujin, it is Jigoku.

Jigoku has been a family friend for a decade. It's possible Susato has known him all her life.

And with the knowledge that he killed Genshin Asogi, and that Yujin Mikotoba trusts him with his children, Seishiro Jigoku chooses to look at Kazuma and say "You seem like you would do anything to find out what happened to your father. Would you kill for it?"

He does not stop Kazuma from going. He does everything in his power to send Genshin's boy across the sea to kill for him, dangling the promise of answers in front of him, knowing damn well he is the one responsible for everything wrong in Kazuma's life.

[hellafluff]

Emmrich working in the Necropolis, his dearest Rook off somewhere with the Lords of Fortune adventuring. He's just finished performing some rites when he feels a shift in the fade, a ripple spreading out, seizing all of his attention. He turns and sees Rook there.

At first there's agony in their face, then confusion and fear.

Then recognition.

They see him, they smile. The instant calm, the relief. And then it shifts, just a bit. The recognition no longer at seeing him, but over what has happened to them. They reach towards him, voice soft and echoing.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

The image of them flickers and dissolves away.

And Emmrich knows they're dead.

[perachel-heretic]

It is never quiet when Nico steps through the darkness into the infirmary's shadows. There is always music and often screaming, either from patients or the head medic himself. Today it is Willie Nelson and an argument between Gracie and Yan about who was responsible for laundry that week.

By now, this routine is past familiar, bordering on banal, overplayed. He will sneak in through the back, watch Will bandage someone up and deliver a gentle scolding about playing with explosives or blindfolded sword fighting. Sometimes there is more blood, more carnage, dirtied gloves and the smell of bleach burning his eyes, but not today. He will tug on Will's scrubs, and he will turn, beaming. They will talk about work and lunch and petty gossip, and Will will kiss him and slip his hands under his shirt, and it will feel like Mr. Rogers putting on his cardigan at the end of the day.

It will be the highlight of Will's day, and Nico will tell himself that it is better than the lost manuscript he handled that morning or the Michelin star restaurant he turned down to come see him. It almost is, anyway.

He must have underestimated the number of kisses he owes the son of Apollo after three days apart, because he barely has the teal cloth of his scrubs between his fingers before Will is spinning on his heels, crowding him against the nurses station.

"Shut up," he mutters, ignoring Nico's laughter as he peppers him with kisses before he face plants into his neck. "Did you get that draft in? Thought you'd be working on it all day," he says between taking in deep breaths of the expensive cologne he pretends to hate on principle. Nico nods, steadying himself against the counter.

"Gave up on chasing that last lead. I'm pretty sure Caesar's ghost was making stuff up again. The fucker's impossible to substantiate," his voice breaks off at the end, courtesy of Will's knee wedging itself between his thighs. He loves Will like this - bold, wanting, hot breath and wandering hands. But there is a gaggle of twelve year olds bursting in through the double doors and propriety is sneaking up on him and making him squirm, so he has to sigh and give Will a little push. It barely registers in the moment, but he doesn't recognize any of the campers running around.

"Hey, later. This place is, like, crawling with kids." Will pouts, but he nods and reaches out to fix the damage he's done to Nico's hair.

"We could go out? Celebrate your deadline?" He offers, and Nico can see how bad he wants it in his wide eyes. The son of Apollo doesn't get out much, and Nico is his ride if he wants to socialize with other adults - which is occurring more and more frequently these days, he might add. There is always Cecil and the one dive bar he can get to from camp, but even Will seems to know how depressing it is to drink on his friend's tab because Naomi will worry if she sees the charges on his card. Those puppy dog eyes of his are lethal, but by 'out' Will means dancing, and his back is already killing him from spending the last twenty four hours in the library. If he was an old man as a pre-teen, he is a corpse by now.

"Can't. We had someone pull out of that conference next week and I'm on the hook for a zoom call in the morning," he explains, cringing as he watches Will deflate. "But I could crash in my old cabin tonight? Make a sleepover out of it?"

That seems to soften the blow, even if Nico is silently dreading the scratchy bedding and tiny bathroom he's just signed himself up for.

"Deal. I'll come find you once I finish my rounds tonight?" Will leans down to kiss his temple, chaste and sweet. Nico can feel his gaze shifting to the charting he abandoned behind him, and he knows he's lost him.

"I'll get some work done while I wait. Not too late, yeah?" Nico has lost count of the number of times he's made that request over the years, and the odds of Will following through have never really changed.

They part, and Nico makes his way to Cabin Seven to swipe some pajamas and a toothbrush from his boyfriend's things. The cabin is more cluttered than he remembers it being, and he thinks Will must love seeing all those occupied bunks, mother goose that he is. There are a few people milling around, throwing darts over each other's heads and belting out three different pop songs at once. Nico knows their names. Probably. At least, he was taught them at one point. But fifteen siblings is a lot, and he can't always tell his Hailees from his Kayleighs. Sue him, okay?

Will's drawers are overloaded with themed t-shirts. Half of them don't even fit anymore, but gods forbid he throws away his commemorative shirt from a karaoke championship five years ago, or the seven different Hunters vs Campers capture the flag tees he's somehow accumulated. He laughs a little to himself and unearths a vintage Star Wars shirt that he at least knows will fit him. The sock drawer is its own behemoth of unmatched pairs, but he wants to wear socks with his loafers in the morning, so he presses on. When his hand hits the corner of a stack of papers in his search, he knows he should probably ignore it, but impulse gets the better of him.

He is expecting old photographs, or ripped-out diary pages, or maybe embarrassing poetry. What he is not anticipating is a series of documents on university letterhead, each one dated four years ago and reading, "Dear William Solace, Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted..."

Nico feels like he's being punked. Will never heard back from any of these schools. He knows this because Will - Will, who never, ever lies - told him to his face. He rifles through them two, three times, trying to make sense of any of it. NYU. UCLA. Northwestern. UT Austin. He thinks he might throw up.

Alone in the Hades Cabin for the next several hours, Nico sits in silence, going over what he knows to be true. At 19, Chiron sat Will down, waxed poetic about his potential, and told him that he could apply to university, look for a job, or he would be asked to leave camp. It was one of the few times the centaur had ever pulled the tough love card on him, and Will didn't talk to him for a month after.

At some point he agreed to look at some schools, and for weeks it was like pulling teeth to get him to finish the applications. He hadn't picked any safety schools, and Nico had his suspicions that he wanted to get rejected on purpose. Will accused him of being mean, assuming he couldn't get in to good schools, and he has felt guilty about it ever since. He got an interview with Northwestern, but that was as far as he got. He never heard back. He never heard back. So why the fuck is Nico staring at four different scholarship offers?

He has graduated to pacing by the time Will pulls himself away from the infirmary. Nico has lost track of time, and he only knows that his boyfriend is late because he clearly sprinted here and hasn't bothered to change out of his scrubs. He's still so stunned that he can't get the words out before Will is on him again, so affectionate that Nico is choking on it.

"Sorry. I know I'm late, but it wasn't work this time if you can believe it. Austin came to visit for the weekend and we were talking forever. It sounds like that record deal might be moving forward, so -" Unable to formulate a thought, Nico twists, reaching for the papers, but Will sees them before he can get there. He wretches away from him.

In an instant, Will's face is so red that he looks like he's having some sort of allergic reaction. Nico has memorized all the subtle variations in hue that Will might turn at any given time- the dusting of pink across his cheeks when he whispers something scandalous in his ear, the sheen of sweat over his flushed forehead when he runs, the Rudolph glow of his nose when he drinks too much. But this is the hot, hot, burning red of shame, and Will does not wear it well.

"You shouldn't have gone through my things," he croaks, and Nico can actually see the panic rising in his chest. He looks like he's been caught cheating. Nico wonders if it might've been easier if he was.

"Look, I'm not - Well no, I am mad, actually, but I just... Why, Will? You could've - could've done anything, honestly. These are good schools, and they wanted you! Not that you needed the money, but fuck, they were throwing it at you."

"I was going to!" Will insists, clearly desperate to believe it himself. "But Kayla was leaving to train with her dad full time, and Austin wanted to go to school, so I was just going to defer until the next year, and then Jerry's mom died and I couldn't just leave him in the middle of that. And look, Gracie's a good kid, but she can't handle the infirmary. And -"

Nico blinks, and he sees it. This is not the kid who stepped up to take on all those responsibilities before he was ready, or the teen who weathered them with surprising grace. This is not Chiron's star pupil, or the camp's teen heartthrob, or the object of younger Nico's affections.

He is not Lee's mini-me anymore, because Lee never got that last growth spurt, or filled out like this, or cleared up his acne-riddled skin. And Lee Fletcher would never let his baby brother do this to himself. Will is kind, and gentle, but he is stagnant. He is 23 and stuck, and he has been for years. He is wasting his life away trying to fit himself back into the shadows of every older sibling he has outgrown. Nico can't help but feel he is complicit.

"But why didn't you tell me?" The letters had been perfectly preserved when Nico found them, but they've turned damp and wrinkled in his grasp.

"I... I didn't know how."

"I wouldn't have been mad, Will. I would've been damn proud, but I could understand if you weren't ready."

"No, I didn't know to do it. To... leave. Nobody ever..." he chokes up before he can finish, but he doesn't have to say it. On his thirteenth birthday, Nico cried so hard he threw up, twice. He couldn't stomach being older than Bianca, and he thought it might actually kill him. Will followed the blueprint set out by the Apollo kids who came before him for as long as he could, but none of them made it this far.

"But you have to live, Will. This was never the plan, staying here forever, taking care of these kids your whole life. You know why it feels like everyone else left you behind, why everyone here seems like a baby to you? You grew up, Will! You're going to have to face that sooner or later."

When Will is faced with criticism, he gets indignant, fast. It used to be cute, watching him get huffy and stubborn over the littlest things, but Nico is quickly learning how childish it is coming from a grown man.

"I can't, okay? What if I don't want to leave, did that ever occur to you? That I might actually like this place? I mean, fuck, is it so bad to want to look out for my own siblings?" He's crossed his arms, and Nico wants to strangle him for missing the point on purpose.

"This isn't about them! Your whole life is not about them! Please, Will, please just try a semester of classes, or come stay with me in the city and get a random job. Move back with your mom and help with her music, anything! You have to get out of here, because I can't cope with this, honestly."

"Or what?" Will's eyes are narrowed, daring him to keep trying to tell him what to do with his life.

"Or I will leave you." He almost gets it out without his voice breaking. The sternness surprises even him, but he has spent so long learning what he deserves and what he does not have to tolerate, and maybe this has become one of those instances. "I cannot date someone who lives in a summer camp. Not when I have a whole life and you - you have a curfew! You are so gifted, and you're wasting it. I love you, but you have to want something, Will."

Will scoffs, but it's not enough to mask the hurt in his eyes. He nods, slowly, like he's confirming something he's wondered about for a long time.

"Just because you don't have a family doesn't mean I have to leave mine behind."

Nico actually stumbles back from the force of it, the unkindness that has never come naturally to Will. Will doesn't seem to know what to do with it, either, so it just sits there, hanging in the air between them.

He doesn't know what it means when Will reaches out to take the letters back with a whispered apology and walks out into the night. He doesn't know if he will forgive him, or if he still has a boyfriend to forgive. He only knows that something is broken, and he is without the person he has always counted on to fix it. But he also knows that he will go to work tomorrow, and see his friends, and eat dinner in his own apartment. And he knows that Will will wake up in the same too-small bed, and put on the same scrubs, and patch up the same twelve year olds, maybe until he dies.

Inspired by this post by @helpwanted-queerversion and my own horrible wretched brain <3

[half-shadowgalra]

Hot Take

(I have no clue if this is or isnt a hot take considering I have never seen this take been made before)

Bianca di Angelo would find her hot

[baylardian-1]

season 3 janeway hanging out with her kiddies more is a big fave era of the AU for meeeeeeeee <3 she's awkward at it but she's trying :')

Resolutions and Basics happen and it's the beginning of a shift for her in feeling like she actually wants to be a mother. It's a slow burn up through Coda which conveniently shares an anniversary with Threshold = their first birthday, seeing what she's missing (though the alien in Coda would probably try to frame it in her mind as being like "they're going to be fine without you" but she'd see it and be like "im missing these moments with them :(" and afterwords she'd finally make the decision to be more involved in their lives.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[lichilly]

“I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.”

— The Night We Met by Lord Huron

cw implied death, angst, OWWW OWWWIE OWWW

The day starts as usual.

The sun rises, birds chirping as you push open the balcony door to let the morning air in. Joseph steps out, a cigarette already between his fingers. You join him, two mugs of coffee in your hands. He takes one from you with a grateful smile, you both settle into the routine.

The day is beautiful. The suns warm embrace on your skin makes you want to linger there forever, soaking in her rays.

“What d’ya want for breakfast?” he asks, smoke curling lazily from his lips.

You ponder for a moment, imagining the taste of different dishes. “How about…pancakes?” you suggest, feeling your mouth water at the thought.

Joseph chuckles, stubbing out his cigarette and taking a final gulp of his coffee. “Pancakes it is then.”

You eat breakfast together at the table. Joseph flips through his script between bites, humming under his breath and glancing at the clock occasionally. A quiet sigh escapes him as he polishes off his plate.

He rises, placing his dirtied plate on the sink, setting his empty mug on top. He walks over to you, gently pushing your hair back and kissing your forehead.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You hum, cheeks warming from the kiss. “I’ll pick up stuff to make your favorite for dinner tonight. I know we haven’t had it in a while.”

His eyes light up, “Sounds like a plan.”

He heads towards the entryway, grabbing his jacket. He looks back at you, a smile still lingering on his lips.

“Don’t worry, filming shouldn’t take long today. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The butterflies in your stomach flutter with his words.

“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you reply, eyes droopy with morning grogginess and love.

The door clicks shut behind him, you watch a moment longer. Your eyes trace over the knob, down the mysterious crack in the wood, and watch his shadowy steps fade away. A sudden uneasiness creeps in, filling your gut with a syrupy ache. The butterflies no longer flutter, their wings cut, leaving you with a heavy feeling in their place.

You try to shake it off, but the feeling lingers, the knot in your stomach tightening with each tick of the clock. Hour after hour, minute after minute, you try to distract yourself with meaningless chores. You go grab things for dinner, the hustle and bustle of the store creating a dull hum over the pit in your stomach. A weak balm that doesn’t last the second you step through the apartment door again.

Night falls, groceries left forgotten on the counter. Seconds tick by painfully slow, each one a reminder of his absence. You can’t shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.

Joseph doesn’t return that night, or any night after that.

[calkale]

This is a stick up 🔫 Imma need to hear your fave hangster headcanons asap

SAM THANK YOU 🙏🙏✋🤚

i have to start off with my absolute favourite i have a post about it somewhere, jake got a tattoo of their wedding date on his inner bicep and bradley would always trace over it when they were falling asleep, after the divorce jake got it removed (writing a fic about this rn 👀) and he would trace over the scar to help himself fall asleep. he never told bradley he got it removed until after they got back together, bradley understood why and would've done the same thing. After they had been together again for a while they agreed to not get married again but they were committed to each other and bradley got a little tattoo in the same place to show jake that (idk what tattoo bradley gets im still deciding on that i think it might be like a piece of wheat or something?)

bradley sleeps super weird, he has like one paper thin blanket and sleeps like a dying victorian child unless hes with jake cause they’re both big snugglers when they’re together. jake LOVES blankets, he runs warm but he loves being cozy he always has like 5 on the bed and theres throw blankets all over his house

bradley loves french toast 🤚 hes so good at making it its perfect every time and jake cant get enough of it, they’re both good at cooking but nothing compares to bradleys french toast

jake loves to take bradleys clothes, he wears bradleys hoodies all the time, he steals his hats, tshirts, anything he can get his hands on that fits him well enough

bradley gets super cold in the winter and despite jake growing up and living in texas he does pretty well in the cold and makes fun of bradley for it, hes a texan and reminds bradley of that every time he complains about the cold. ice and mav have a cabin up in colorado or somewhere so when they aren't using it bradley and jake go up there, most of the time bradley is huddled up inside by the fire with jake laying on top of him as they watch the snow fall outside

[fatedroses]

Zenos, but he uses his grandfather's name and imagery for his new armor so he can actually feel like a hero.

[spacetimeaccordionfolder]

WHAT WAS THAT

i have the urge to write fa fiction about the orchestra

see this is why I recommended having time to sit with the ending because WHAT

Yeah, my brain's already going with ideas. Not really about the ourthurchestra (I think that's what folks are calling that) but about many many other things

I am going to draw so much art. When I get the time. I will make the time to do so, even if I just get small sketches, but oh boy that was an episode.

[sparrownnax]

hm.... considering writing an Arvio & Amirah fic.... post-Desert Rose.... they're in their chairs and just yapping. yay or nay

[thewhizzyhead]

if I said eisa davis' influence in making lmm actually write something rather radically progressive has subsequently inspired me to return to my roots of actually fucking thinking of making radically progressive musicals after a 3-year long hiatus in doing so, then what-

[skunkes]

unsure how to word this but there is something about having ocs with unsavory events happening in their past where it's like. talking about it, even when asked, seems almost gratuitous and inappropriate. and i'd much rather describe it through the oc themself and/or draw Them saying it. which is like. fitting for the subject matter? like of course its weird to talk about somebody else's business...!

and falls back into humanizing em/exploratory writing and development where u consider the impact of words said/words unsaid/HOW those words are said etc etc

[spacecluster]

I just love how in age of ultron

Marvel established

that they have these pods

that can heal people of serious injuries

And are capable of building an entire body out of nothing pretty much aside from like a sentient Rock

and that this pod

which is destroyed at some point in this movie

is a lower level version of something that Dr Helen Cho has in her facility in wherever she said it was cause it's been a while since I've watched this movie

and then they

to my knowledge

Never mentioned again

[charlie404error]

An au is rotating in my head where q!missa finally confesses his feelings to q!phil and he agrees to marry but in the wedding the code appears and everyone dies including some eggs (make it more angsty so only chayanne and tallulah die) bc casually q!Etoiles is not there to protect them bc of whatever reason (breaking the fourth wall he couldn’t log in), and phil blames himself for not being able to protect his children, for opening his feelings too much and letting the excitement speak for him.

This idea is based from a post I read about why phil didn’t admit his feelings for missa or something i don’t remember very well i don’t even remember who it was from.

I like the angst potential that has, but idk if i’ll make any content out of that, maybe some art?