#my kid literally received just one present and that was the one i gave her and that was the second one she got and it was shit

[fairydustedtheory]

imagine being a wealthy woman, knowing that your grandchild is living with a mother who's been financially struggling for a while (and some of it definitely being your own adult son's fault). imagine sending your grandchild a present for her birthday and the thing you chose is a 5€ gift... you literally paid more for the postage than for the present itself

[hoshinasblade]

Got some cute ideas.

Hoshina Soshiro coming back to work saw the fem reader carrying a baby kitty and smiling at it and her smile is like it was from heaven so soft and gentle.

You can FREELY at any twist on it be my guest. 🤌🏻

lmao can we all agree that hoshina is a cat person but in my head this can mean two things - he is fond of cats, and he is a cat in human form iykwim.

hoshina does not consider himself a jealous man.

from an early age, he has learned the virtue of being contented of whatever he is given, and on scenarios when he cannot help but to be discontented with what the world has dealt him with, he has also mastered the art of being competitive enough to always come on top.

an ugly feeling started to gnaw at hoshina's insides when he saw you smile with a brightness he's never seen you worn even when he is around. maybe it's his instinct, but he cannot stop himself from already hating whoever is at other end of your smile.

you spotted hoshina by the corner of the street and though your first thought was ask him why he is frowning, the animal you are cradling in your arms started meowing. "look what i found!" carefully, you waved at hoshina who has started to walk towards you - his mouth is in a straight line, but you could not stop your excitement from spilling over. "he looks just like you, soshiro-kun!" you giggled.

on your left arm rests a kitten, its orange fur stained with so much grime it almost looks like a used feather duster. the animal gave out a high-pitched meow when you lightly touched its head, petting it. the kitten was such a small thing, he noticed, and the fact that its eyes are also half-closed does not escape him. "you think i look like a gremlin?" he asked you.

"sssh! he is gonna hear you!" you scolded hoshina in the lowest volume of your voice you could muster. "i already named him, by the way."

"i literally just saw you picked it up like, not even fifteen minutes ago," hoshina bantered. seeing it squirming against your chest, he attempted to touch the kitten, only to receive a soft hiss. hoshina gave you a betrayed look.

"you called hinata-chan a gremlin.” you laughed at your boyfriend’s offended expression. “you gotta be nice to our son, you know”, you added sheepishly. you lifted the kitten a bit and nuzzled your cheek against its fuzzy head. hinata-chan mewled, and hoshina’s frown deepened until he realised what you just said.

the topic of having children was something you have discussed with hoshina not long ago, and although both of you dream to have miniature versions of each other running around the house someday, you have also decided that neither of you are ready to be having kids at the present. a boy and a girl - that’s what you and hoshina are planning to have maybe five, ten years from now.

the kitten looks awfully like a baby by the way you are holding it, and hoshina melted. you could sense his hesitation, so with your free hand you grabbed hoshina's wrist and directed him to put his palm on the kitten's fur slowly. "poor thing's only a few weeks old, i think. we gotta take care of it, or it's not gonna survive," you told him. the kitten, still resting on your arm did not make a move, and gaining confidence, hoshina began to gently stroke and scratch its forehead.

"i thought hinata would be a nice name - something sunny, something warm," you explained. "it reminds me of you."

the kitten's eyes remained half-closed, but after a moment it opened its mouth and its small tongue lapped on hoshina's finger, purring.

touched, hoshina breathed a sigh of relief. "nice to meet you, hinata-chan. you're absolutely going to be one spoiled cat."

a/n: lmao this is so messy but i see the potential, hoshina would definitely have beef with a literal kitten over you.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons that I wrote in like 15 minutes don’t judge me

I feel like both Bal and Ambrosius are the kinds of people who try and act like they’re not sick 

Bal has an amazing immune system he rarely if ever gets sick 

But when he does get sick he’ll be in absolute denial about it 

If someone confronts him all he’ll say is “No I’m fine I don't get sick” and then he’ll push himself until he’s literally sitting in a hospital still acting like he’s not sick 

Ambrosius has the worst immune system you can possibly imagine 

Someone sneezes on this boy and he’s sick for the next two weeks 

But he’s also sick enough times that he’s convinced himself that he can work through anything 

After a while he’s literally forced to relax and be taken care of and he complains the entire time that he should be working 

I’ve kind of alluded to this headcanon but I don’t think Nimona can get sick

But if she could get sick she would be the most annoying person known to mankind 

She would have a sore throat and make the biggest deal about it and force the boys to take care of her

And the boys will comply because this is one of the few times that Nimona lets them take care of her 

I mentioned in this post tags that they all hand make every single present 

The first thing that Bal ever made/gave Ambrosius was welded rose that he made out of scrap metal 

He thought it was a stupid present but Ambrosius got super emotional and said it was the best present he had ever received 

Bal highly doubted that cause Ambrosius literally got a car as a birthday present once 

But then he saw it in a little vase that Ambrosius made and it became kind of a tradition after that

During every big event in their lives Bal welded Ambrosius a rose and he kept every single one 

By the time the knighting ceremony rolled around he had close to 80

Ambrosius made more heavy-duty vases just to hold all of the flowers 

It’s kind of sweet because you can see both of their hobbies improving as the years go on 

The first gift Bal ever got from Ambrosius was a sweater he crochet himself 

He made it cause he knows that Bal runs cold and he would make off-handed comments about it every once and a while

He was kind of nervous cause he never took on a project that big before 

Bal wore it all the damn time 

He treated that sweater like it was gold which is why he was crushed when it started unraveling 

He went to Ambrosius sobbing with an arm full of yarn apologizing and saying he ruined it

Mind you he gave him that sweater like 5 years prior and had knitted and crocheted him a million things afterwards 

It was a miracle that the sweater lasted as long as it did 

He spent the entire night consoling him while asking for his input on the new one he was currently working on 

The first gift Bal and Ambrosius gave Nimona made him tear up and cling to them as an actual koala for the rest of the night 

Bal welded him a little dragon and Ambrosius crocheted him a little rhino

The first gift Nimona gave the boys was for both of them

It was a painting of the three of them the boys thought it was beautiful but also incredibly out of character 

Until they gave them the second painting of the three of them fighting guards as the institute burned down behind them

The boys framed both and hung them in the living room

Whenever Ambrosius goes anywhere he’s swarmed by groups of people and sometimes those people will ask questions about his clothes and jewelry 

And he gets this proud look in his eyes while he says “Oh my kid made this in the living room 15 minutes before I left the house” 

When Bal proposed he actually made both the engagement and their wedding rings 

He always got compliments on both rings and Ambrosius would let them get a better look while gushing about all the little details that were put into it

And this doesn’t stop when Bal and Nimona are around either 

In fact he’ll drag them over and gush about them while they get progressively more embarrassed

[acorrespondence]

A continuation of my answer to @love-leah’s ask here.

This little bit of backstory is pretty much ripped directly from a reply to @universewoman’s recent comment on Chapter 5, because I tired myself out writing that seven paragraph essay, ha. It’s about Boyd’s decision to get his tattoo covered up.

The whole story kind of evolved from the question of what would have to happen to get Boyd to cover up his tattoo. When I first wrote out the bit where Boyd has his crisis of conscience on the bathroom floor, it was in present tense and there was a lot more context to the scene, including Boyd resisting getting the cover-up for days until he walked in on Raylan just lying on the couch, talking to baby Pem where she’s propped on his chest—like, a completely normal thing to do with babies that Boyd’s gonna walk in on countless times for as long as he and his kid are living in Raylan’s apartment—and he’s like oh my god fuck it, I will literally die if I have to watch this man being adorable with my baby every day of my life and I don’t get to fuck him. And he comes in with the raven on his shoulder the next day. Because Boyd wasn’t going to cover that shit up unless he gets something out of it. And then, of course, you have this scene three years later where the meaning of the bird changes and he actually experiences real regret.

And here’s a little bonus excerpt from the junk pile since there’s no way I can fit it into the fic:

Boyd calls the Marshals in East Texas, where Raylan last told his mama he was living before she died, and they transfer him over to the Miami office. He says it’s about Raylan’s uncle, which it’s not, because Raylan’s uncle is already dead.

It’s not long before Raylan picks up the line transfer. “Who the hell’s this?” he asks suspiciously.

“Raylan?”

“Boyd?” The suspicion twists into concern. “What’s the matter? Why you callin?”

“Tell you the truth, Raylan, I had no earthly idea what else to do.”

“Well that’s new. Why’s your voice sound like that?”

“I’d imagine it’s because I been cryin.”

“What you doin that for?”

Boyd looks down at Pemberley, her miserable little face all scrunched up and red, blubbering her little heart out all over his nice corduroy jacket. “I am lost, Raylan.” He pauses. “Well, not in any literal sense, I’m in Louisville.” He moves the receiver down by his chin so he can shush Pemberley, who’s wailing directly into his opposite ear. He bounces her around on his hip, trying to quiet her. “Shh. Shh, darlin.”

“Wait,” says Raylan, “that’s your baby?”

“Yeah.” Boyd remembers to put the phone back to his mouth. “My little girl, Pemberley.”

“Jesus.”

“I know,” Boyd says wryly, still sniffling himself.

“Guess I’ve heard worse. You try feedin her?”

“I mashed up a banana for her in a plastic bag, so there’s no true way to ascertain if she ain’t hungry or if she just has standards.”

Raylan laughs. Boyd watches a woman in a blazer cross the whole bank of phones, to the one furthest removed from Pemberley’s dulcet tones. “So,” Raylan says, and his voice is hushed now, like he’s crowded in close to the phone. “You lit out of there for good?”

“‘Less I get dragged back, I suppose.” Boyd takes a shaky breath. “I don’t know anyone else outside Kentucky, Raylan. I was hopin...”

He lets the question hang unasked, and Raylan doesn’t bother to answer. “You got money? Enough to get you to Florida?”

“I believe so, excepting extraordinary circumstances.”

“All right, you got a pen?” Boyd doesn’t, but he finds one, on the little shelf screwed to the wall under the phone box. Raylan reels off a number different to the one the Texas Marshals gave him. Juggling Pemberley and the bag he packed, Boyd copies it carefully onto the back of his own hand. “That goes straight to my desk at the courthouse. Call me when you get to the station.”

[crackedpumpkin]

“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

[shizuokadivision]

There’s an visitor at your doorstep- a very tired shrine maiden arrives bundled up in several blankets to help try and ward off the chill outside. 

She’s half asleep when you answer the door.

“Happy birthday!”

She’s holding several gifts in her hands, all with fairly decorative wrapping paper.

From Himari you received several hand made gowns- these took her literally months to make. All tailored to fit Reika perfectly thanks to Himaris previous experience fixing Reikas old clothes. Perfect for a night out on the town- or for a night spent indoors killing your husband.

There’s also a note 

“If needed I do dry cleaning- you’re already one of my priority customers so just give me a call. Happy birthday Reika-san!” - MARI

From Rinko you received a few expensive looking bottles of wine, some cheese and some sweets. 

There’s also a note 

“I didn’t know what to get you- im sorry if these seem a little bit informal. Happy birthday Reika-san” - Rinko

From Kyoko you received some jewelry. 

“The locket is normal I promise- see”

Inside the locket is a picture of Kyoko and Reika- it was took the last time Kyoko was in Shizuoka.

Additionally there’s another necklace with a small bottle and a bracelet that has a secret place to hide poison.

“Happy birthday big sis Reika- I mean miss reika…oh who am i kidding it’s no secret” Kyoko giggles “Yeah…i see you like a big sister”

Reika raised an eyebrow. A visitor? Few people ever willingly visited her for good reason. Opening the door Reika smiled brightly at the young girl on the other side. “Kyoko!” Reika greeted happily at the sight of the shrine maiden. Ushering the girl inside and away from the cold. “I wasn't expecting you.”

Gingerly taking the gifts from her, she took a moment to admire all of them before setting them down on the nearby table.

Picking up one of the gowns from Himari, Reika had no doubt that they would fit her perfectly. She expected nothing else from the blonde-haired woman. Placing the stunning gown against her Reika couldn't help but give a little twirl. Unable to hold her laugh as she watched the gown twirl around with her. 

Gently placing the gown down, she made a mental note to properly thank Himari for the gift. 

Moving on to Rinko’s gift, Reika gave a huge smile as she saw the assortment of goodies. Never one to deny her love of food she had spent one too many nights as a child going to bed hungry for that although she made a note to hide the sweets, especially from Kanon. That woman as much as she would never say it had a sweet tooth stronger than some of the children Reika knew. Oh well, Kanon wasn't getting any part of her gift anytime soon.

Setting the gift down with a smile, she went on to the next and last present.

Reika reconzed the photo. It had been taken in her garden where she had been teaching Kyoko some of the tricks of her “trade”. Looking at the other jewelry Reika’s grin could be only described as snake-like as she thought about which poisons would be perfect for the hidden compartment. 

Setting the collection down, Reika turned to the younger girl and gave her a smile. “Thank you for the presents, Kyoko,” It was then that Reika paused at what Kyoko had called her. She was quick to wrap the shrine maiden in a hug. “I don’t mind that you call me big sis,” Reika assured her patting her head.

“Now why don’t you stay for a while, and rest up for a bit, I’ll call Himari and tell her where you are. I have some tea that you might enjoy.”

Thank you for the gift!

[camilleie]

Pause

Being reminded that community is important and that I can not stay “in my bubble,” which is the description I have used for this time period holding back from social communications and paying attention to anything that isn’t in or around my home and direct family. This time has been focused on literal home making and caretaking 98% of every day, diving inward, honing into what matters most to me which is my family and our environment. There is so much we can’t control outside ourselves, like spicy politics, pandemonium, illnesses or a massive tree actually falling on my house 6ft away from where Rayna was sleeping. 

Making my world smaller helped cope with fears. Finding strength from giving birth to Annabee at 80mph on the highway and feeling absolutely everything igniting the cells throughout and around my spine, doing the full-on with my hands birthing this baby. So really I know I’m a real tough kid. I’ve been trying to handle my shit now ever since. It’s blissful and exhausting baby making and child raising, family forming and home building. We are not alone in this, we may be together yet we can only truly rely on our individual self. 

I had to Pause. Annabee’s Mowat-Wilson diagnosis revealing her developmental delay was painfully awakening to what’s more to life. Learning and loving her has been the most transformative curve I have received thus far and it’s a beautiful thing to know what I know now. As teenagers, Blake and I found intimate love then Rayna gave me irrevocable love and little Annabee taught me infinite love. I guess what I am trying to say is that I’m consumed and when I have been joking with  “I don’t get out much,” this is why. I would busy myself with refocusing on what is in front of me, nurture my surroundings and be present. 

Projects are abundant and I had to pause some of those too, reorganize in a way to make space to do the project so that at some point we, me and the fam could work on each project. I could just fill in a blank space with many different things but they all fall into the category of the word ‘project’.. Things are gettingggg organized around here for my OCD/Everything needs a home Era but it's just nonstop so we keep calm & carry on & on.

We’re all okay, we’re happy, we’re good. We are living in a particular pace where we really stop and smell the roses you know? Rayna sped up our lives and growth then Annabee grounded us all in the most angelic way, happily emoting through this life, being absolutely pure of heart. I believe she chose to be here with us at this time to demonstrate how to love and care for one another.

[sordideuphemism]

When I first put up my (still ongoing, in side-stories) fanfic world about (brace for impact) My Little Pony, I got some lovely, lovely pieces and share them, then. They're also shared on the front page of the stories themselves on FIMFic. But OP is right - They should be called out and shared directly. So here we go.

TWO PONIES My first foray into the MLP Fanfic. This was incredibly well-received, much to my (continuing) surprise. The following image was drawn by CoconutJam over on DeviantArt, and shows Spice Drop, a character from Act 3.

ORDER FROM CHAOS / JUSTICE / HOPE

This was initially a one-shot written on a literal dare. IonSturm was a regular in the writing help channels I frequented. I helped with grammar, structure, and characterization. After yet another awful Sonic the Hedgehog in Equestria story that simply couldn't be saved, I told people that I would not longer be reviewing them. His dare was, in effect, 'If you can do better, I'll give you an entire internet.'

After OfC sailed into accolades, he said I hadn't done enough. We needed to have the lead character hit *all* the tropes - marry a pony, meet the princesses, have a kid, and face his nemesis.

So I did that too, through 'Justice', but took liberties on what 'nemesis' meant.

"NO," he cried! "This is still EASY MODE! You need the actual blue blur in the mix. I refuse to admit defeat unless Sonic himself is present." But the poor fool failed to recognize I had fallen in love with the story, and the characters, and by the stars themselves, Snowdrop wasn't going to give me a *minute* of peace until I gave her story time.

So I did that too, in 'Hope'. To much wailing and gnashing of teeth.

He eventually admitted I had done so, and also gave me permission to call him IonStrum, a typo-name that irritated him to no end.

GiantMosquito, again on DeviantArt, drew this piece and I used it as the cover image for Justice.

You might be able to guess who the lead character turns out to be.

But the plot bunnies. Dear fates above, the plot bunnies. I had to get them out. I had to fill out the backstory. I had to tell more about Snowdrop and her family. I had to do this. I had to do that. So I started a collection of vignettes, some chronological, some self-contained, all intertwined, called...

FINE STEPS

In the town of Pasofino lived a pony and his family and all folk he knew. And this is the story of what happened there.

It's still not done. I have been working WAY too much and traveling WAY too much but more chapters will, eventually be coming. When I posted it, Alexstrazsa on FimFic and Wentox on DeviantArt collaborated on this:

I have been a very, very lucky author to have such talented people share these efforts with me and my audience simply out of love for my work. I can think of only one higher accolade for my writing, which I will copy in its entirety here:

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Squeak squeak went my floral magenta bed. Waking up just now this legendary & flukish morning. My Nina is finally letting me watch TV instead of doing chorse. She will come in 2 hours at 10:00 AM. But now I have to feed my dog Allie. So I stared at a musc video. La la! Then I raced outside to see Allie bouncing on my onyx trampoline wiht a pine green alligator in my confusing backyard! The container of doggy bitz scattered (not real dog bitz)! It was shocking all I could do is gape! Allie bulldozed out a bunch of mixed up barks. My fairy self casted a yackin & quackin spell on the alligator to make him have a conversation (because I’m a spellmaster fairy). But he explained that he did not need magi abilities. Intrudcing he cleared his throat & announced his name is, “Gummy Mclede Diddlebob the Eighteenth” (awesome).

We charged into my cramped house & played the brand new super cool fair red Wii2. Yes I won the legend of zelda but Gummy owned me a hungry hungry alligators (I’m positive he would always win). Gummy & I sprung over to my room fater than Pinkie Pie. Gummy was starving (but I think he’s just hungry). So I gave him 3 cans of tuna (blech) & salmon (gummy ate the rusty metal to)! (Weirdo McBoberson).

Imagining to be fairys (well I didn’t have to pretend). Then we hung out (litterally we were upside down), it stunk more than my throwup on the floor (& he did pass gas). So we sprung down & landed on my comfy cozy speckled couch. We got some sky blue gatorate & played Zelda. Score I found the princess of zelda 3 times (magicl)! We watched the replay. “Whoa” yelled I, while I flinched when Gummy snapped at me.

Gaping in amazement suddenly he snapped at me 3 more times. Gummy soon had me knocked out on the floor! What else could go wrong? Suddenly my wand loosened out of my firm grisped fists & most of my magic pranced out like little dancing fairies! Out of nowhere I was in a dusty boxing arena. Ding ding! Looking around seeing if I could reverse the slepp. Looking back at gummy he was charging at me! I leaped up in the misty air & dodged the hit. Gummy was trying to hit me! (Not a surprise.)

Quickly finding my marbled wand & grasped it. I quickly bulldozed out these words, “Stop this brand new you make you blend so we can be friends.” Vroom vroom! Hearing my Nina’s car thinking there’s no way to stop a Wii2! It seemed like my Nina barged in & shook the whole house! When she walked in she gaped & fainted. 10 min later. She woke up & we all rejoiced. She got up & stormed to the backdoor & shooed Gummy away insulting him, but Gummy will come back for playdates.

P.S. Besides we’re having a BBQ tomorrow & I expect some unexpected guests.

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My 2nd youngest, at age 9, wrote that because she loved the time we spent telling stories to each other (whether about MLP or not) and was given a prompt to use her new *adjectives* on a school assignment. The above result is unedited, and utterly charming.

So, thank you, everyone. And if you're curious about these stories and don't mind a little pony in your life (or one unloading her u-haul into your skull to move in and make suggestions when you're TRYING to SLEEP, SNOWDROP), please check out this list on FimFic.

Also, I blame @aleasesrestaurant for her editing assistance. 😇 YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID (which was a lot, and I still need to thank you some more, so get used to it).

[EDIT 1: I forgot to mention, I was so surprised and pleased by the art of Spice Drop that I had a mug made of her sketch form and final edit (above). I'll try to snag a picture once I'm back home again. Spice keeps me company on my desk with my favorite pens at the ready. ❤️ ]

[EDIT 2: I forgot the main thing I wanted to say, of course. OP, and other artsy sorts? A picture or poem or *anything* from twisted pipe cleaners to fiber art to chiseled busts being brought into the world in response to a writer's story is one of the BEST THINGS THAT CAN HAPPEN, so PLEASE, if you feel inspired to create based upon a story we've told, don't hesitate* to share. (*within the bounds of consent) ]

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).

Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

[bejiayi]

━━ next gen season 002 ◞ jiayi performs goeun's stay the night for her audition.· ( wc : 527 )

next gen is the opportunity she's been dreaming about . . . literally. jiayi diligently fills out the paperwork, ensuring nothing is missed. she desperately doesn't want to let this chance slip through her fingers, and she'd be especially upset if it was because she forgot to put down something as trivial as her height or got her birthdate wrong.

the dancer receives a callback shortly after, and she's enthusiastic about the whole thing. "thank you for this once in a lifetime opportunity," jiayi tells the recruiter on the phone, grinning from ear to ear even though she knows the other can't see it.

━━━

it's her first time auditioning for a survival show, but the format is quite similar to what she's gone through before. prior to being picked up, jiayi had been through several auditions at different companies. most were seeking already talented individuals, and her background in dance gave her a leg up in the competition.

however, she still struggled with her vocals at the time. in fact, even after her stint as an idol jiayi still struggles. so no, she's not the most talented singer or fastest rapper, but you can feel her energy radiating from across the room.

there's just something about her that draws people in, something that makes them interested in her and able to look past her weak voice. jiayi is a talented and passionate dancer, and she's determined to make a name for herself.

jiayi introduces herself confidently with a smile before she performs roughly sixty seconds of goeun's stay the night. she includes the dance break, as that's one of the most technical aspects of the song, and wants to show off her waacking skills the most since she's not singing. in the end, she's pleased with her near perfect performance.

“what was the first thing you thought about when you woke up this morning?”

"what am i going to wear today?" jiayi's answers comes quickly and with a giggle. "it's the first thing on my mind everyday. i'm quite the fashionista," she's not lying to the panel when she says this, she cares about her appearance a great deal. it's only after the audition that she wonders how her answer might come off.

"which company would you want to receive an offer from and why?"

"lime entertainment," she says with a nod. "i grew up listening to cherish, and i admire lime entertainment's strategy when it comes to business. however, i do believe i'm a good fit for any of the companies present here today," jiayi doesn't want to put all of her eggs into one basket. "i'm passionate and a hard worker, you won't be sorry."

"would you rather go to a tropical island or to the north pole?"

"oh, definitely a tropical island. i'm not a fan of the cold."

when it comes time for her special talent, jiayi doesn't hesitate to bend backwards and turn her torso around. "i'm very flexible," she says, laughing. "i did rhythmic gymnastics as a kid," she then proceeds to show off more of her gymnastics moves, before finishing off her audition with a bow and a smile.

[capaldinatural]

Ok guys this is a long-overdue update to my silly music/car boy saga

First off, we have been officially dating for about a month now! We've been on 2 official, "just us" dates and have hung out almost everyday for the month. I've met and had dinner with his family several times. They're all amazing, I love them. He has 2 younger siblings who are literally the most iconic and adorable kids ever. They said I was like family to them and I almost cried. He has an older sister who is cool as fuck and we text all the time, I'm planning on going thrifting with her and my boyfriend soon. His parents are both fantastic and they even got me a Christmas gift, a stuffed animal that's a smaller version of one they have.

We have both said that we love each other, and this does seem fast but we have been friends for several months before starting to date and I love a lot of my friends, they're my people and I love them and before we started dating I definitely loved him just as one of my people and I think it's silly to pretend like I just don't love someone yet because our relationship changed. If I started dating my best friend tomorrow then I wouldn't wait forever to tell her I love her because I do already love her?? Does that make sense?

Anyway, here's some smaller fun things:

He's a tap dancer! His company put on a small holiday performance at a retirement home and I went with his family and it was amazing! He's very talented and shockingly coordinated for someone so lanky. I also brought him flowers that I arranged myself, which was very fun to do.

He brought me flowers the other day! Blue ones, since that's my favorite color! I got into my top college and received a scholarship and they were a sort-of congratulations gift

Today we gave each other part of our Christmas presents! Turns out, we both are making something else for each other and neither finished in time so we'll do those later! We each made each other cassette mixtapes and I'm listening to mine right now! He even recorded an introduction to his and I was smiling like an idiot listening to the whole thing. I'm also realizing how similar our music taste is, which is something that really has brought us closer together and is something we both love, because a couple of the songs on the tape he made me are in the one I made him! He put Buddy Holly on mine too because I love Weezer and that's so silly of him

I love him sooo much guys

[springvaletales]

((Session 45 is wrapped!))

I have been out of work all week either taking care of my mother with Covid or sick with something, myself, so I have done literally no prep for tonight. My players are super excited to play though so another night of improv it is!

We had a few character story points to wrap up before we could move to Festival Day 3, so I had my players roll story-initiative to see who went first.

Ena spent the rest of Day 2 lying in bed like a sad sack, clutching her homemade marriage proposal amulet like a teddy bear.

Ena’s Player: “It’s hard to party when you’re sad.”

Me: “That’s when you have to party harder! Out-party the sad!”

Asahi approached Ambassador Rototol (shortly after Sir Carl had left) to discuss her glasswork.

He was quite interested in her pamphlet portfolio, and inquired if she ever did work for children’s memorials, as memorials are listed among her talents.

He did not elaborate on why he would need a children’s memorial, but put her pamphlet in a safe place.

Next, Asahi handed out a pamphlet to Geraldine, whom she found once more at the chocolate fountain. She successfully won her patronage after overhearing her gush to the servants about her many pet rats back home, and presenting her pamphlet with a small glass rat.

Geraldine thought it looked just liked her beloved Marscapone.

New NPC: Ambassador Pawl Rudd, from Helleth-on-the-Sea. A Leonin nobie who has a crush on a Harengon server in Queen Almaea’s court.

Pawl Rudd took one of Asahi’s pamphlets to try and make it look like he hadn’t just been staring openly. Asahi can’t tell if he wants to eat the Harengon or….y’know. ;3

Lastly, Asahi tried to track down Advisor Rond-El and Captain Astaroth, and overheard them arguing quietly in a room a few hallways away from the main party.

Rond-El argued that the increased presence of guardsmen is making the visiting nobility nervous, and believes that Astaroth needs to lessen the security on the final festival day to make negotiations with these foreign powers easier for Rond-El and his fellows.

Astaroth argued back that the guard presence is not enough, in his opinion. After the kidnapping of one prince and the attempted assassination of another, all within the last three months, he wants and even heavier presence - but the newest graduating class of guard folk have been delayed due to weather, and haven’t left the training barracks.

Asahi interrupted them with a knock before things could get any more heated, and forced Rond-El to take one of her pamphlets under the guise of being civil in Astaroth’s presence. He high-tailed it out of the room as quickly as possible.

With a high perception roll, Asahi noticed that they had argued hard enough before her appearance that Astaroth had left knuckle-marks on the table.

Asahi had no pamphlet for Astaroth, but a series of question instead:

Had he heard about Guildmaster Evelyn, in Port Saltmuth? (No. He had no idea she was missing, and agreed to send a guard for a wellness check).

How often does Rond-El ask him to be more lax on security? (At least three times a month. It really gets under his scales.)

Did he know that there were mimics in the guardhouse lost and found? (Again?! It was the Springvale station, wasn’t it? Damnit, now he has to send the whole group for retraining. Mimics are supposed to go to the local shelters, not the lost and found!).

Asahi mentioned as an afterthought that the party had crossed paths with Senn-Dugaal at least twice now, and Astaroth went white as a sheet.

Asahi tried to add in that he seemed to be working with the BBEG against his own will, but Astaroth just hissed out that it didn’t matter, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door. He left claw marks in the wood (again).

THEY KEEP CALLING MY MURDEROUS WAR CRIMINAL  B O N E   D A D D Y.

Thiori gave all his personalized gifts to the kids. None of them have ever really received a gift with no strings, nor one so thoughtfully picked out for just them. If Thiori had any hesitations about being a parent, it’s too late now. They’ve adopted him.

Bagelby went back to find Queen Almaea and asked if she would walk with him in the garden. They had a lovely talk about how much pressure being royalty is, and really, Almaea is barely older than Bagelby is, in dragon years.

She’s exhausted from a thousand years of politics, and the pressure from advisors who only know her as ‘Queen for Whom the Sun Rises’, and not as ‘Almaea’.

Bagelby: “Are you happy?”

Almaea, after a long moment of thought: “…yes, I think I am. I have a thriving kingdom, a loving husband, three miracle children that medical science said I couldn’t have, a wonderful son-in-law, and a soon-to-be son-in-law. I don’t know what else I could possibly want for.”

The players also found out, through this conversation, that Velenna raised Almaea. I’m surprised that they’re surprised - it’s written pretty clearly in that travel guide they always reference for every other big NPC.

Sir Carl Jaeger stopped in another side garden, where he met the Tabaxi ruler of Tatar, Queen Sunshine in the Dark, who was watching her toddler son cartwheel around in a tree while his father, King Eyes in the Dark, followed him on the ground, worried he would fall.

It’s Prince Three Bridges in a Storm’s first big trip out of his homeland (Tavar), and his parents are so proud of how he’s handling it.

At one point, King Eyes in the Dark tripped and face planted into a flower bed. His son found this hilarious.

Toddler Tabaxi Prince: “Haha, Papa go flat!”

His mother and Sir Carl: “Haha, yes little one, it’s quite funny.”

Toddler Tabaxi Prince: “I go flat, too!” *purposefully fall out of tree*

His mother and Sir Carl: “NOOO!!!”

He’s fine. He landed on his dad.

The party all met back up at their rooms at the end of the night to sleep off all their drinking (and oh boy, was there a lot of drinking).

About Blackstone City: “You did not start the coup but you DID start the fire.”

The next morning, the party had gathered around the breakfast table for complimentary rich person waffles, and Lex finally made her +6 STR debut by ripping both of her bedroom doors off their hinges.

“She is the single buffet Tiefling you’ve ever seen. Roll a will save.”

Sir Carl challenged Lex to an arm wrestle to show off her new muscles, and rolled a nat 1. Lex slammed his hand into the table so hard, it left imprints of his signet rings in the wood.

I think this is the first time Sir Carl as belly laughed since joining the party.

Thiori asked if he could arm wrestle Lex, too, and then the chat devolved into debating whether or not Thiori would regrow one of his crab arms if it was ripped off.

Can….can Thiori molt??

Thiori also lost the arm wrestle to Lex, who - halfway through winning - leaned almost out of her seat to grab another waffle off the communal plate.

Bagelby pointed out that Lex is carrying a new weapon - an artifact of her god, Vatun, called the Rod of Guffaw (which is actually a shapeshifting mace that casts Vicious Mockery on a critical hit and screams at you if you try to turn it into a bow).

A very overworked Tabaxi postal runner finally caught up to Ena, and delivered a stack of letters from all of her children and friends back in the Grove that he’d been carrying around for two weeks. He couldn’t catch the party from all their teleporting/disappearing off the face of the Earth for hours at a time.

He chugged a glass of water, stole a waffle off the table, and promptly took all his vacation days “starting meow!”.

We set a date for next week, and then it’s on to the festivities of Day 3!!

[davidkarofskyindie]

terrifierguls (Jaxon/Chrissy)

@terrifierguls​ continued from (x)

terrifierguls​:

Chrissy didn’t want to go to a party, he preferred to be comfortable in his bed, watching a movie or something on Netflix, wrapped in a blanket, however… His friend insisted and didn’t stop until the boy finally accepted. Since the chilly autumn chill was present, he put on a red hoodie, his jeans, and sneakers, despite receiving criticism of his outfit and hearing from his friend that he should have worn something sexier, but the guy ignored it. 

When they arrived, her friend left him a few minutes later, Chrissy must have guessed it, so he sighed and took a glass of beer to which he gave a couple of small gulps while leaning against one of the walls. He watched everyone dancing, drinking in droves and as certain couples were leaving, they weren’t fooling anyone, those couples were probably leaving to go fuck, just when the boy was thinking about getting out of there, a fucking hot guy walked up to him and Chrissy blushed a little, as he hoped his face didn’t show disgust or bitterness, because that’s definitely not what he was looking for. 

— Sorry. The music is great — He replied as he looked at the boy with a smile. Hearing the following, Chrissy’s cheeks blushed even more as he laughed briefly. — Oh please, I’m sure there are like 10 guys way hotter than me at this party, but thanks — He commented as he shrugged his shoulders at that last question, as he had long since lost sight of his friend, she was probably with some guy. — No, everything is fine. I came with a friend, since she was very insistent in dragging me here, and she left me here after a few minutes, lucky for me, you came to my rescue — The boy joked. — I’m Chrissy, by the way —

Jaxon casually put his hand on his hip and listened to the insanely pretty man before him, just taking in what he was saying. He was stunned that anyone would even consider leaving a man like this alone for even a minute, Jaxon certainly didn’t plan on going anywhere now unless he was explicitly told to just because he was captivated by the man’s beauty. “I’m Jaxon, lovely to meet you Chrissy.... aka the hottest man here, I literally know everyone who walked in cos I planned this thing so I can totally confirm you’re the hottest” he said with a proud little grin.

“I’m sure your friend’s off having  a good time, so guess it’s gonna be my job to make sure you have one too” he said, reaching over to put his hand on the man’s upper back and rubbing it a little “come on, let me get you a drink. I promise I’m great company, very fun and flexible so it’ll be a good time” he said as he lead the other man through to the kitchen area and went to open the fridge, bending over and looking through it “OK what will you have? Alcohol? Soda? ass? Cos if you want the last one you gotta pick one of the first two so I can at least pretend to not be a total whore” he joked, flashing a playful grin “...if that’s going too far, I’m just kidding to try and make ya laugh”

[lillysbitchfest]

Right, I see what’s going on here. Black Stan

I am not a stan. Of anything, I can like something and evaluate it's flaws. I favor Team Black over Team Green, because I like the characters better and think their reasons for fighting are better- at the same time I think monarchy is fundamentally wrong. Revenge is fundamentally wrong and not justice. I can understand a character's motivation while still thinking they are doing the wrong thing.

loves Daemon

Yup I love Daemon. He is an entertaining chaos beasty.

everyone else is wrong.

Generally I think my beliefs/opinions/takes are correct, that's why they are my opinions. If I didn't think they were correct I would change them? I don't understand this argument. Who has beliefs and opinions they don't think are correct?? I am willing, when confronted with sufficient evidence to change my mind though.

Makes sense why you felt the need to call out my post, but since we are on B&C, how about I point out how much of a coward he was for it?

He received notice of Luke’s death, not the party. For all they knew, it was just a welcome home feast. DAEMON WAS NOT PRESENT AND WOULD HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT THE FEAST WAS FOR. Any information he received was secondhand.

The whole having spies in King's Landing thing just went totally over your head I guess. There is no way that in communicating with Mysaria he didn't find out what happened to Aemond after he came back having killed Luce- now imagining even that it was just a welcome home feast and he didn't get word of Aegon's "Good start" line- then it was obvious to Daemon that Aemond wasn't punished in any way for breaking the rules about messengers and kinslaying, Aegon, acting as the leader, would be seen as either ordering or supporting Aemond's actions. The end.

Also, grieving parent? Yeah, Luke’s days were numbered the second Aegon the younger was born. No way Daemon would let bastards sit the iron throne before his ‘trueborn’ (his wedding to Rhaenyra isn’t valid as her husband was still alive when it took place. Oops) sons.

Pure speculation on your part, and I'm guessing some projection about your feelings about "bastards" to top it off... Gross my dude. Gross. (His wedding to Rhaenyra, in the TV show the version where her husband was still alive, was Valyrian- who are known to have poly-marriages. Try again. Or actually don't because this whole legitimacy stuff is supper gross.) Provide any evidence that Daemon was planning to kill his wife's sons, the children his daughters were engaged to. That he waited through ten peaceful years, in the book, eight in the show, without making any move on? Receipts. Provide them. Explain this plan he had and provide evidence from the show or book to support it. My evidence is B&C itself and stabbing Aemond through his false eye- niether act making sense unless they were vengeance for someone he loved.

Daemon literally mentions he is looking for an excuse to rile Aegon into action. He sees him as rash and thinks he can be goaded. Luke’s death gave him the opportunity to do something horrible and he took it.

Why a son for a son then? Why not all his kids? Why not kill Helaena? Why not everyone they could get their hands on? Why such a strike at a single son? If Daemon just wanted to do something horrible, why this limited horrible thing? If he wanted someone to report it- why not just Alicent? Kill Aegon's whole family and all the dragon riders they could get their hands on. It doesn't follow. It isn't a logical choice. It might have backfired and roused Helaena and got another dragon in the war- the only logic to it was that it wasn't logical. It was an emotional reaction. The reaction of a parent wanting the one he felt responsible for his pain to feel the same.

No man that sends two assassins to kill an innocent child while their mother and siblings look on is anything less than a coward.

Cool.

B&C and Helaena discourse is on a rise and yall know that's my roman empire so i WILL be giving my two cents (for the thousandth time😼)

First off, B&C

I see a lot of people claiming B&C was the Greens fault, but when you take a second to think you will see that nothing the Greens did as a whole caused B&C. It simply would not have happened if Aemond (1 singular green) had not killed Lucerys for taking his eye. (i believe this excuse comes more from a "well you reap what you sow this is what you get for usurping rhaenyra" mindset rather than thinking ALL the greens are directly to blame for B&C but whatevs) People argue it was Aegon's fault, too, because he celebrated Luke's death with a feast, but that's actually a headcanon. F&B states Aegon celebrated Luke's death, but it skips over any offense it caused Rhaenyra and Daemon. It only says that after learning of Luke's DEATH (not the feast) Daemon sends a letter telling Rhaenyra Luke would be avenged. It was not the feast it was the boy's death that led to B&C.

People also have been saying B&C was necessary and it simply wasn't. Jaehaerys was entirely unrelated to any issue regarding Luke, therefore it wasn't even really avenging him. Luke wasn't actually avenged until Aemond (his killer) died. B&C was not necessary to avenge Luke—it was more of an intimidation tactic on Daemon's behalf.

As for Helaena, people are saying she should've taken her kids, flown to Dragonstone, and bent the knee as per Rhaenyra's peace terms.

That's kind of just dumb lol. Rhaenyra's terms were not individual, she wanted ALL of her siblings to go to her and bend the knee, not just one. If Helaena went to Dragonstone by herself, Aegon would still be Rhaenyra's enemy. Helaena and her children, Aegon's heirs, would become high profile hostages.

Also, Helaena is the queen of the Green Faction. She was crowned by Alicent alongside Aegon. Nothing in F&B implies she's NOT in support of Aegon. If anything, she's passive. She councils him against his stupidity, but that doesn't mean she's a secret supporter of Rhaenyra.

The Greens also happen to be her closest family. Her mom and brothers—people she grew up with. If I remember correctly, she used to visit Alicent in the Tower of the Hand with her children every night. She and Aegon shared a bed until her son was killed. She was described as a happy girl, and if she was miserable, she still clearly held love for her family.

Rhaenyra, however, is a stranger to her. Not just a stranger, but also someone that would mock her mother and her siblings at court.

She had no reason to go to Rhaenyra when the war began.

People are also quite weird about the topic of her suicide, but seeing as suicide is a real issue in a way that usurping, sending assassins after a child, and feeding a boy to a dragon are NOT I won't address that. You are weird if you be laughing about suicide tho ngl.

FINAL PSA: A lot of yall like to go "I love Helaena, she so sweet and gentle and innocent and kind and cute and she's the only green I love BUT..." Yall dont like Helaena and yall CAN admit it. She's a fictional character you dont have to pretend to like her just because you have a moral superiority complex.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Vikings + Legos

Summary: here's what would happen if you gave Vikings legos

Notes: based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Ragnar

Will use them for strategyTM

Or so he says

His mind goes AJKKADJSDJKHFKJDSGKF LET ME BUILD EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF

The Great Hall becomes filled with buildings

Oh this? Just an improved version of Rollo’s dumb castle in Normandy 🙄

Absolute Lego king

Do not touch them! That’s punishable by death

Lagertha

Mostly annoyed bc she has to clean up the little legos that Ragnar leaves behind

She’s not sure what to do with them but gives them a try

The best at playing lego with kids

Doesn’t mind them after a while, but she always has to swerve around them

Hmm, could I use this as a defense for oblivious attackers? Or is it too cruel to make them step on legos?

It is not

Hedeby becomes very peaceful very quickly

Bjorn

ALWAYS steps on legos

His kids love them

He hates them

Throws legos at people that interrupt him in meetings or so

To him, they’re one of the most dangerous weapons known to man

Torvi is sniggering in the corner

Ubbe

Solid lego builds

Idk I feel like he’s more a Minecraft type of guy if we’re talking blocks

He enjoys playing with kids with finished builds more

Of course he’ll protect them from the dangerous lego dragon that’s *this* close to falling apart

Very careful to keep them away from Hvitserk (you’ll see why)

Hvitserk

Oml (yes, I start my Hvitserk hcs like this a lot. There’s a reason)

He’s the reason why legos are a choking hazard

Swallows two immediately

“I was only trying to get them apart with my teeth!”

Builds very creative stuff

Would go apeshit over lego flowers

Ivar

“So, these Legos, you can build things with them?”

“Yes.” Your queue to present something you made

You will receive a slightly condescending look

Ivar is a lego genius

He’ll build just about anything

They’re not your legos, they’re his legos

Will sort them by color, type and size

Gods forbid you touch them, or he will throw a tantrum

Floki

Finds them very amusing

He actually puts them to good use

Makes little models of his boats

Shares his builds with everyone

Helga gets into legos bc of him

Helga

Two words: lego flowers

She loves them

Puts them on her windowsill

She’s so happy that they don’t die, and when you give her a succulent set?

Tears of absolute joy

God I love this character

Athelstan

“So, you can build things? As in, anything?” “Yes.”

New niche interest (literally, who else has legos except Ragnar)

Expect to not see him for days

Goes into a room, stays there, builds his favorite places, comes out and cries

Absolutely beautiful builds

Like, Ragnar’s are big and Ivar’s are super complicated

But Athelstan’s are… well rounded? Idk they’re just nice

[sweet-dreams-internal-screams]

Study Session HawkXfem!Reader Part 1

Study buddies with benefits has never been more fun ;)

Warnings: swearing, oral(female receiving) HJ (male receiving) weed (eventually anyways)

Notes: reader is fem for this story (I’d be happy to to gn readers)

“Ms. Y/L/N please stay after class.” Her history teacher called out during the last fifteen minutes of class, she internally sighed knowing what was coming.

“Y/N I’m concerned about your grade, it’s had a significant drop an B- to a D+ is everything alright?” Mr. Hedler asked. He looked concerned and truthfully he was right she had been struggling with this unit.

“It’s been a little rough lately, I can’t focus on the material, it’s not clicking.” She explained with a sigh. She looked down and fiddled with her thumbs, this was embarrassing, history was her BEST subject and she was falling behind.

“Listen, I understand we have a project that should boost your grades, it’ll be with partners, I have an idea-Eli Moskowitz or as the “kids” know him as Hawk.” Mr. Hedler explained.

Mohawk boy…why

“Thank You sir I’d appreciate that very much.” She responded. She headed to her next class dreading this project.

The next day Y/N walked into History her backpack draped over her shoulder, silently dreading the announcement of partners and having to deal with Hawks mouth talking shit.

This year he’d been especially…dick like, he’d gotten a revamp from earlier sophomore year. From cute oversized sweaters and soft smiles in class to a crunchy looking Mohawk and bullying Freshman who didn’t immediately kiss his ass. He’s the literal definition of an ick.

“Good Morning folks today is the first day of our History project Ancient Greece! We will be doing this project in pairs, they will be due Wednesday.” Mr. Hedler explained to the class.

He went through his list of partners, people groaned and moved their things for others to take their spots. When she got up to move to Hawks table, Y/N could hear his friends gyrating.

”My, My, My Y/N Y/L/N it’s very nice to see you.” Hawk said with a smirk eyeing her up and down “Shut up my god.” Y/N muttered rolling her eyes. Hawk and his friends chuckled. “Oh man you wound me babe.” He said holding his heart pretending to be so hurt by her words. “I just need a good grade on this project. Please can we just get it done? And don’t call me babe.” She stated looking at the criteria paper that was handed out. They decided on a slideshow presentation and got through the rest of the class without any confrontation.

As the bell rang for lunch Y/N headed to the cafeteria to find her friends who were sitting at the table talking about something and nothing at the same time. Didn’t matter, she wasn’t listening. She was nose deep in her textbook.

“Don’t you think your project would be easier if you guys actually interacted?” One of her friends asked Y/N. “Nope!” She replied suddenly Y/N’s friend waved Hawk over to their table, Y/N immediately gave her a death glare. Hawk walked up greeting the group with a cocky smile, placing a leg on an empty chair.

“Hawk, Y/N wants to ask if you’ll go over her house after school tomorrow to work on your project.” She asked. Y/N was ready to deck her.

“Well I would be delighted to Y/N! I’ll be right over after Karate, hopefully the cat won’t have your tongue by then.” He said in the most condescending tone before turning around back to his friends.

“I hate you so much right now.” Y/N whisperer yelled to her friend who just shook her head.

She was dreading tomorrow with him in her house

Fuck

FULLY RELEASED

[mini-cookie-11]

Analysis of "Real Gabriel"

So i'm going to write this because yes

Gabriel Agreste is a villain, and he obviously is going to receive all the hate of the fandom, mostly. And i think that's what makes him a good villain, even in a kids show. That's the point of being the antagonist.

but

He's a really complex character, as his motivations. I think the fandom hasn't spoke enough about what the actual "wish" is. Like i mostly read that people says -he wants his wife to come back alive- kinda ideas. But he has implied a lot about erasing a mistake, or thinks like that.

I totally bet on that he wants to go back and not do something, or stop Emilie on do something. And that would make all the future "invalid". At the end that's why he's so careless of even Adrien most of the time, because, as cold as it could be, he knows that it just wouldn't count.

Obviously he won't sacrifice Adrien's life because he is his son, but Gabriel is just putting all of himself in getting the cat and ladybug miraculous. Also something to point out, is that he obviously won't go so far away, because is still "his reality", idk if you get the point but i hope is clear enough xD.

Anyway, in Queen Wasp, something curious happens for just a few minuts.

Gabriel actually gave up for good. And the whole self changes.

Who is Gabriel Agreste without the burden of hope that he can save Emilie? Who is he without the miraculous, without magic?

It was just a few minuts, but it gaves enough details to make my brain go insane with ideas. I hope i can make it justice.

His motivation to break the promise he made to Emilie (maybe when she was alive, we don't know) is Adrien's safety. Also that he was powerless, all the options for him where gone.

As he was walking away, Gabriel was leaving all hope behind. And we get to see his sadness next.

Nathalie enters the room, then this.

This is something that any of them could be back from, even when Gabriel actually keeps trying to get the miraculous.

This is just her showing her attention and affection on him, he just receives it with comfort.

On Nathalies side, this whole thing of Gabriel giving up and then stop giving up, was really painful. Because, when she had her "walls", Nath knew that he just would never pay attention to her, and probably at the end she was ok with it (like i know not ok in a good way, but like she was resigned to that). But here Gabe actually received the hug without saying anything against. She was close to him physically in this particularly way; there is no coming back of knowing how it feels to embrace him. So probably all her walls just fell at that moment, there was hope, a hope that she never had in the past. And that same hope that later can mean a broken heart.

On Gabriel's side, is like "ok that happened but i still love my wife so that didn't happen" kinda way of thinking after going back to his goal. But i really think in that moment, he just let himself be and feel. It was the new taste of a future that maybe not now, but at some point, really close, he was willing to build, with Nathalie's help.

random tought: i think it was good that he didn't stop here, like aside that the whole show would have ended, but i think Gabriel needed to grow closer to Nathalie, fighting together, plotting together, maybe at this point he actually get's to know her, and that admiration for her, that she is always standing by his side, is setting the bases for something more... oh let's say it he already loves her uwu.

Gabriel showing himself in public, giving affection to Adrien.

That's it. There's the analysis.

He is loving and caring for his son, like he could have waited until Adrien ends the show. But, it was Gabriel's way to actually show and celebrate somehow that he was actually free. That he can be Adrien's father 100%, that he is proud of the little men he has become. The Agrestes are so extra, you can't change my mind xD.

This is him finding Audrey after akumatize her, with his sad eyes. At this point everything just wasn't worth it, and he harmed somehow his old friend, and later we discover that it was actually Audrey who discovers him.

You can't tell me that Gabriel dislikes Marinette, i mean, look at him. Oh this picture is so much "like father, like son" uwu. He seems really interested in Mari's talent, even happy that she is there. I don't think he would mind if she dated Adrien.

"oh but cat blanc"

I KNOW I KNOW

But as i said before, he knows that if he achieves his goal the future would be erased, and everything would be "worth it". He made them broke up to get the akuma on Marinette, that's all. im not justify him, but trying to understand how his mind works xD.

he looks soft. is my fave version of him uwu

Here Gabriel has this "proud dad" look on his face staring at Marinette xD

BUT THEN

AHHHHHHHH

CHLOE

agreste going :O

But like everything ends just right there.

Gabriel Agreste is the villain, yes, but he would be literally a different person without the burden of being Hawkmoth, having the "responsability" of a promise that he made to Emilie. All things have a cost, obviously the opportunity of saving the one he loves, is taking away Gabriel's chance for a warm present, where he can be free.

Free to be himself around his loved ones, free to actually love them the way they deserve, to feel happy and to spend time with Adrien, free to build his family again.

I'm not saying he would be good, because, yeahhhh his moral is pretty gray, like his hair, sometimes xD, but free of the past, free of his bad decisions.

Free of Emilie, in a way.