#none of them were my own original post but reblogs of my sets

[khaotunq]

scrolling thru my fyp so I can fill my queue for my week without access to my pc (which is something I feel compelled to do despite the fact that whenever I do have access, i never post?? my own behaviour is a mystery.) and scrolled past like 4 of my own gifsets. thank u tumbly 😔🙏🫠

[hotjaneaustenmenpoll]

Welcome to the HOT JANE AUSTEN MEN bracket! Submissions for the Austen Silver Foxes Tournament are now open!

Voting on all the HOTTEST Jane Austen Gentlemen and Rakes from all the many TV and Film Jane Austen Adaptations ended earlier this year and after nearly two months of voting we have our Winner! Thank you everyone for taking part and all your propaganda now send me some for the old men!

All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds,mini ask polls—can be found in the #hotjaneaustenmenpoll tag. The Silver Fox Tournament will be tagged #janeaustensilverfoxes Every poll in the Hot Jane Austen Men Tournament is tagged with the hot regency man and the year his adaptation was made if you need to search for a hot man in particular.

FAQs:

"Will there be a Hot Jane Austen Women Tournament?" Yes! My aim is to start late September/early October baring any disasters - the Jane Austen Men Poll lasted about two months in the end (and I think the women may end up longer) so I thought it would be nice to bookend the year! This will also give me a break between this and the silver foxes poll.

"Can I submit hot Jane Austen men?” If it's for the Silver Fox Tournament - Yes! Fill out the google form here (or send me an ask and I may consider it too)

“I have additional propaganda for the hot men!” Great! Send me an ask, tag me in gifsets, fancams etc or reblog the poll and add your propaganda to it. Also feel free to send in any book propaganda!! I'll try to boost as much propaganda as possible

If you’re submitting propaganda for your hot man, I don’t accept propaganda that is of the actor outside of their Specific Jane Austen Adaptation but I do accept propaganda from them in their respective books. I would love to be tagged in gifsets and fancams, and I'd like to boost propaganda that tells us why your Jane Austen man is your favourite :)

I won’t post or boost negative propaganda. If you really hate that a certain hot man is winning, send me positive propaganda for their hot opponent. I may make exceptions if your propaganda is of another Austen character bad mouthing him though...

Why is the propaganda so uneven on this poll? To stay impartial I only add propaganda to the main poll that has been sent in before each round's polls open. If you submit any after then I will reblog or post and add to the winner's propaganda in the next poll. If it's uneven it's because you never sent any in, not because I'm being biased.

“Where is [my favourite Jane Austen man]?” Have you checked all the polls in the tag? Have you done a tag search for him? Only some of the actors are tagged but if you search for his adaptation and the year he was in it you should find him! If you still haven’t found him, he probably isn't in this poll.

“WHERE ARE THE HOT JANE AUSTEN MEN. I want to see all the hot men competing in one place!" -

The Final , Third Place Poll ,Semi-Finals ,Quarter-Finals ,Round Three Master List , Round Two Master List , Round One Master List

“Who was included in the original tournament ?” We started with 64 opponents readied their duelling pistols to defend their own hotness! I included men from Pride and Prejudice 1940/1995/2005, Sense and Sensibility 1971/1995/2008, Emma 1996/1996/2009/2020, Northanger Abbey 2007, Persuasion 1995/2007/2022 and Mansfield Park 1983/ 1999/2007 as well as a couple from Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, one from Sanditon and one from Love and Friendship/Lady Susan. Most are the main hero/anti-heroes but there are a few others scattered in too.

Have you included Spin Offs ?”  In the Silver Foxes Poll - Yes! However the only strictly none Jane Austen adaptation in the original poll were from Pride and Prejudice and Zombies because it is set in the correct time period, the characters are basically the same in terms of personality and I thought the casting was great! In terms of Sandition, Sidney Parker is the only man I have entered as he is mentioned in the book as well as the TV so sadly as much as I love the other Sanditon Men they aren't included!

"How have you paired up the men ?" I did start to try and vaguely seed the men but I will be honest I did get a bit slap dash towards the end which means a couple of the match-ups are maybe a bit too even but fun I hope!

If I see repetitive, trolling, and/or bigoted remarks in the comments, I may block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a hot man’s flaws or misdemeanours, that’s fine, but if I see consistent bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked.

On that note—if you have an issue with a poll, offer a solution! I'll do my best to keep the poll happy and fun, and I'll block people being dicks. If you don’t like a poll photo or a description, offer one I can use instead.

“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I'd love to hear from you guys—just please check these basics first.

Thank you for being here! Enjoy the tournament.

And Thank You @hotvintagepoll for the inspiration!

[perpetualexistence]

Tell us about your other Alenoaheather AU(s). I know you have them. 🔫

- Totally not Ophe

Hello completely random anon whose identity will forever be a mystery!

See, with the way you've phrased this, you've actually opened yourself up to a few options. I'll tell you a little bit about each one and you can tell me which one you want to learn more about first.

Currently unnamed G/T Alenoaheather

Definitely the most detailed AU of the bunch. It's got backstories and character arcs for each of the three. Probably the best way to describe it is Urban fantasy since none of them are (completely) human, but they pretty much live in a modern setting.

It does get dark at times. Think Beastars-adjacent in terms of vibes. Including the murder bits. But it's mostly self-defense or being forced into it, so take that as you will. I will say that it's nowhere near the levels of toxic relationships that something like the Sea Monster AU has. And they do actually improve as people. These three still get drama mind you, but it's from keeping secrets rather than being genuinely manipulative. ...Well. Too manipulative. It does have Alejandro and Heather in it. But it's got fluff moments because fluffy giant/tiny dynamics are precious and must be preserved at all costs.

It's got Alejandro who's a giant-shifter able to grow even larger than most other giant-shifters thank to his Burromuerto heritage. The Burromuertos are a completely upstanding giant-shifter family and definitely don't have any incredibly fucked up family traditions they expect Alejandro to continue.

Noah's a were-mongoose. Werefolk come in a large variety, though mongoose is on the far more uncommon side. Unlike most werefolk, this kid genius actually figured out a way to not completely give into his instincts during full moons. This has absolutely no negative repercussions on his wellbeing.

Heather who's a giant-shifter hybrid unable to grow thanks to her human heritage from her father's side. She's the only one of her siblings unable to grow. She definitely doesn't have a complex about this. But she has managed to find her own way of making herself just as much of a physical threat as her two boyfriends. (Aka the day I take away from Heather's inherent badassery is the day I die.)

Serial Killer AU

It's exactly what it sounds like. With exactly the vibes the name implies. Definitely the darker one. They're just a thriving villain throuple with a body count. It's also mostly Noah-focused so far as I haven't figured out Alejandro or Heather's motivations.

Noah stumbles across a body of a serial killer spree, only to be the first to realize that one serial killer is actually two. Curiosity leads him to investigate...but not for the reasons you'd think.

(For this one that's pretty much all I can share before just going into the whole AU)

And then, on the completed side since might as well dump all the Alenoaheather AUs:

Noah and the Beanstalk

Another giant/tiny AU! This one's actually got its own post already. I don't really have anything else that I didn't already mention in that post. But it's my blog, so I'll advertise my own AUs as I please!

Collab AUs

The Royal Court AU

Originally named The Lords In Black AU because it was originally inspired by me watching an animatic of The Summoning from Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Then it evolved into something far beyond that where the name doesn't seem quite right anymore.

It's got Alenoaheather as the worst teens at school and unashamed about it. ...Until Alejandro goes missing, and nobody else really seems to care. Leaving Heather and Noah to investigate and try their best not to be next.

They fail, but hey, at least they get cool eldritch powers out of it!

This AUs also dark because the premise is them being kidnapped to be used as sacrifices. And it's got plenty of eldritch horror in it. The posts for it are scattered because they ended up going into two separate reblog chains with @total-drama-brainrot and @ur-local-brown-multifandomist. If you look up 'lords in black au' on my blog you should be able to find most of it. I'm going to just centralize it for ease of organization one day. It'll just be. You know. Effort.

Also, @ur-local-brown-multifandomist is currently making a fic for it! It's their first one, so feel free to check it out.

Fake Dating Alenoaheather AU

This one's a collab AU between me and @total-drama-brainrot, a person you have never met because you are a completely anonymous anon. Noah gets caught in between Heather and Alejandro's attempts to make the other jealous by each making him pretend to be their boyfriend. Shenanigans and drama ensue. The posts for this are also scattered and tagged on both our blogs, and one day we might make a fic about it. For now, there actually is someone already making a fic about it that you can feel free to read!

I still can't believe two different people decided to start making fic of AUs I helped create. It's wild, and I'm incredibly touched.

"Why are all of these AUs except for one dark in at least some way?"

I honestly couldn't tell you exactly why my brain works the way it does. It just decided that the two canon villains and one-villain coded teenager deserve to be at least a little feral. As a treat.

Maybe one day I'll have an AU with them that's not so dark. That day will be a surprise to us all.

But yeah, that's all of the Alenoaheather AUs I got! The first two I'm more than happy to go into more detail for if you ask!

[wilchur]

I don’t even go here but your replies to deepdragons were so needlessly hostile.

“If you found it so disrespectful then why didn’t you block me?” This is childish and hypocritical. If you found their take so bad, why did you go out of your way to go to their blog, find the post, and then argue with them? Why didn’t YOU block them first so you wouldn’t have to see their takes? Why do people need to block you, to actively prevent you from interacting with them entirely, for you to not be rude to them?

People will have shitty takes and you will not agree with every post you see — that’s the nature of fandom. You can’t control how other people post or think and that’s annoying, I get it, but YOU can control how you interact with others. The way you were speaking to that person was so needlessly rude and hostile. Is that how you speak to people in real life? I’m so curious as to what your goal was in talking to them like that. Surely it wasn’t to convince any one of anything. Who would want to agree with someone being so dickish and annoying about something as inconsequential as the politics of elven aging? So, what was all of that for? Did that make you happy or have you just riled yourself up? Do you feel like you accomplished something by speaking to someone like that?

I really hate when people tear others apart for being wrong about fandom things. If you were wrong about something, do you think you would appreciate someone talking to you in the way you spoke to deepdragons? Or would you rather they approach you with respect and understanding? Golden rule and all that, yeah?

You did not have to seek them out and you did not have to engage with them. Next time, either speak to others with respect or just make your own goddamn post. Not everything needs to be a debate.

I also find it funny how you were coming at them for not being faithful for the lore or whatever and then, when someone with more textual evidence than you rebutted your statements and called for you to back up your claims, you were like “I can’t be expected to cite all of my claims like an academic paper!!” Fucking lol. The onus of proof lies only with the people you disagree with, huh?

Have you seen the original post? I'm guessing not because then you'd know that my reply pretty much mirrored the exact condescending tone used by the OP. I also didn't "go out of my way" to do anything. I've said so before and I'll repeat it again: I got an error while reblogging the OG post, went to check the person's blog for what's up with that and the first thing I saw was them calling people stupid for pointing out that They're Not Correct. I already had the post written at that point and I simply copied it from one tab to another. This is the internet, you post something publicly people can and will interact with it unless you stop them. I didn't block the OP because at the time I did not give a shit if they interacted with me or not, I was just setting straight misinfo I see regurgitated over and over again to the point I'm sick of it. Because of the attitude they displayed I was actually fully expecting to get blocked straight away myself.

I'm not actually a dick unless someone annoys me into it. Because sometimes people get annoyed and they're rude, that's just how people work. But I guess you know that? Since you're annoyed at me and wrote a whole essay trying to make me feel bad?

And just to finish this off.. none of my statements were rebutted. I got lore dumped on and half of it wasn't even interpreted correctly from the linked books. Yes, I don't need to cite like it's an academic paper because all the goddamn info needed was already in my first post. Astarion was not a child because he was a grown ass man with a government job. There's no basis for "Ascended Vampires can't love" because Larian homebrews their vampires so the written lore doesn't apply. That's literally it. People on this site just can't fucking read.

[nekoannie-chan]

Continue

Title: Continue.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men, The Gifted.

Pairing: Underground mutants.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 595 words.

Warnings: Mention of characters death, run away, Sentinels.

Summary: You and the rest of the mutants are trying to survive to the “new” world.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover, Annie-1018 & square 1:

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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You kept running; the only thing on your minds was that you had to escape; if you didn't, then the Sentinels would catch them. You still didn't know what would happen if that happened; you had had no communication with anyone about what the Sentinels had caught.

The X-men no longer existed; now where would there be a safe place for mutants?

Finally, after a couple of hours, you found a place where you could hide. It did not seem very safe, so you had to make several modifications to be able to condition it and try to make it as close to the home you used to have as possible.

"I'm sorry about James," you said to John.

"He has always been like that; I knew that sooner or later he was going to sacrifice himself, but I didn't think that so soon...

"I know he was always trying to protect us; we have lost a great member...

"Am I interrupting something?" Lorna asked with a playful little smile.

"No, we were just remembering James," you answered, and the smile disappeared from Lorna's face.

"Do you need anything?" John questioned her after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Marcos and I were checking out the place; maybe we could set up here, but we will need to make some modifications so we can be safe," "Lorna informed.

"We also need to look for the others, as well as other mutants; we are all useful in some way or another."

Slowly, you were able to rehabilitate the place; it definitely didn't look anything like Mansion X, nor did you have the same technology, but none of that mattered; it was your home now.

You saw the old photos; that first place after you had to flee from the mansion no longer existed; the Sentinels had destroyed it. Not counting all the casualties, you had, you missed Sonia. Whenever you had nightmares, you went to her.

You were waiting for me to return from the confrontation against Reeva. It was indescribable what you felt when they started telling about Reed's sacrifice.

A couple of nights later, you reunited; the Sentinel program and the Accords had been cancelled, and the Purifiers were also being tried for your crimes.

You began to talk about what you were going to do—everything you would like to do—you were finally free, yet an emptiness was felt; without hesitation, you would have liked all mutants to be there and be able to live such bliss—all those you considered your family, the family that a few had taken from them.

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us." John suddenly said

"I miss Mansion X and all the adventures we had..." you started to say, but your voice broke.

In the last five years, you had lived through horrible things—running away, hiding, and countless other things—and it seemed implausible to be able to have a relatively normal life or as close to what it was before all the chaos broke out.

"Well, now we can do whatever we want. Our Aurora will grow up happy and normal," Marcos commented.

"There's nothing normal about Dawn's parents," you whispered, causing everyone to laugh. You still didn't understand how Lorna had fallen in love with Marcos.

You kept joking until something distracted you.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?" Clarice called you.

"Steve Rogers is coming to get us," you said, still staring blankly.

"What does he want?" John questioned.

"Our help."

[cursed-elo-images]

HEY EVERYONE I NEED TO POST ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA INCORRECT QUOTES ON HERE BECAUSE THE WORLD NEEDS THEM!!!

The website I generate these from are none other than the lovely https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, whose quotes come from user suggestions, Tumblr, Twitter, and bash.org (the sources that aren’t user suggestions were pretty early and they take quotes from user suggestions now just to clarify) and I’ve been having the time of my life making them.

Also, as a heads up I’m only posting SFW ones.

And so I’ll edit this post whenever i generate new ones and copy and paste them into my documents and choose the ones I want to post. I know that with incorrect quotes from any fandom, people like to post multiple posts of one quote or a handful of them wherever they post them from and I’d like to do that, it’s not a bad idea, I just like to collect them all in a large mega post.

UPDATE: this no longer applies to this post. I’m not making it a mega post anymore, because it’s too confusing for me and I’ll be like “okay so if this the original mega post or is this the first reblog or the third reblog or the tenth reblog—“ and it just looks better with multiple posts of a collection of different quotes.

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID—here they are!!!

Melvyn, talking to Mik: Well Mik, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Hugh do that?’ and if he would, I do not do that thing.

Mik: …

Hugh, from the distance: He’s not wrong though!

Melvyn: The first time I ever got upset in front of Hugh, he put his arms around me and it was so awkward that I had to ask him if he was hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me.

Hugh: I was doing both, for your information.

Mik: The first time Hugh hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Melvyn: When I was a kid, Hugh told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Mik: They are!

Melvyn: FOR REAL?

Mik: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Mik: They made Melvyn cry!

Hugh: Melvyn always cries!

Melvyn: That's not true! *cries*

Richard, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Jeff, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Kelly, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Bev, trembling: What are we playing?!

Richard: Are you laughing at that video of Bev and Jeff fighting?

Kelly: No.

Kelly: I'm laughing at the comments.

*The Squad is at Jeff’s house*

Melvyn : Ohhhh we each get our own oven?

Jeff: …N-No…

Jeff, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Melvyn , motioning to the kitchen: Three, I thought!

Richard: I see a-

Jeff, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Melvyn : Oh, well I-

Jeff: Hey, wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Jeff, amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Hugh: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Bev: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Jeff: Now I’ve discovered more ovens than I thought, we don’t have to roshambo nothin’!

Jeff: I am someone who owns four ovens…

Jeff, louder and way too happy: I am someone… who owns FOUR OVENS…

Mik, pointing to another appliance: Also, the toaster oven!

Jeff:

Melvyn : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Jeff:

Jeff, ecstatic: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS.

Bev: Today, Kelly took my phone, and in five minutes, he sent high resolution close-up photos of Richard to the following people: Jeff, Hugh, Mik, the neighbors, the bank, my accountant, San Diego Blood Bank, and Shake Shack's text bot.

Bev: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

Kelly: No.

Richard: I did not.

Melvyn : I may have actually forgotten one.

Jeff: Also no.

Bev: Oh good, neither did I.

Hugh: *Exhausted sigh*

Hugh: We’re kind of missing something guys.

Kelly: Cohesion?

Richard: Teamwork?

Bev: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Mik: And Jeff is not here.

Kelly: Oh, and that, yeah.

*The Squad is playing Chess*

Hugh: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*

Kelly: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

Bev: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

Mik: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

Jeff: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.

Melvyn : They named a board game after cheese?

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Richard, Bev, and Melvyn : *spinning a little and talking*

Jeff, Hugh, and Kelly: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Richard: Did you bring Jeff?

Kelly, gesturing to Hugh: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Richard: Hugh? The next best thing would be Bev.

Hugh: I would be offended, but Bev is freakishly strong.

Melvyn: Hugh, I have a question.

Hugh: What is it, Melvyn?

Melvyn: What color is an orange?

Hugh: Melvyn, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon.

Hugh: Do you take constructive criticism?

Melvyn: Not without crying

Hugh, entering the room: *Sees Melvyn and leaves*

Melvyn, watching Hugh leave: There’s my monthly dose of Hugh…

Hugh: PEASANT. I REQUIRE SUSTENANCE.

Melvyn: You know there are other ways to say you want McDonalds.

Hugh: FOUL PLEBEIAN. YOU DARE SPEAK AGAINST ME—

Melvyn: *sigh* What do you want?

Hugh: Chicken nuggets please.

Hugh: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why?

Melvyn: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group.

Hugh: ...

Melvyn: ...

Hugh: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

Melvyn: Hugh, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Hugh: It... It didn't take me the whole day…

Melvyn, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!

Hugh: …What does that even mean?!

Jeff: When you work at lush and a customer comes in and bites the soap because they think it’s cheese... this happens way more frequently than you think.

Richard: If you stopped literally presenting soap as deli food this wouldn't happen.

Jeff: Who goes into a bath store and thinks something covered in glitter is cheese?

Bev: Who goes to the store and just takes a bite from the cheese?

Bev: Jeff, gather the others. We need to have another Hugh-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-him-before-he-hurts-someone convention.

Melvyn: What’s your name?

Jeff, whispering to Bev: Can I tell him my real name?

Bev: No!

Jeff: I’m… Bev.

Bev, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right…

Melvyn: Are pigeons drones?

Hugh: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Melvyn: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Hugh: *Crying* Please let me sleep…

Hugh: Do you know the best way to respond to disagreement?

Melvyn: With tears?

Hugh: No.

Melvyn: *tears up*

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Jeff : Aw man. *Throws it away*

Bev: Five second rule!

Hugh: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Richard: *Sobs on the floor*

*when a child starts crying in public*

Mik: *tries to make the child laugh*

Kelly: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Bev: *gives detailed instructions to the parents*

Melvyn: *cries with the child*

Richard: *ignores the child*

Hugh: *is the reason why the child is crying*

Melvyn: While I'm gone, you're in charge Richard.

Richard: Yes!

Melvyn, whispering to Hugh: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad.

Hugh: Obviously.

Richard: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?

Hugh: Not again!

Richard: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.

Melvyn: Just wait until you hear about whales.

Richard: What now?

Hugh: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult here.

Richard: Melvyn is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Hugh.

Melvyn: I feel like Hugh is the more responsible one of us two though.

Hugh: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Melvyn: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

Melvyn: Hey, check out my Spongebob umbrella!

*Melvyn opens their umbrella while indoors*

Richard: Melvyn, that’s bad luck…

Melvyn: Chill out, Richard !

Hugh, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!

Melvyn and Richard: *screams*

Richard: Hugh isn’t answering my messages.

Melvyn: Allow me.

Richard: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Hugh: *replying to message* Hello.

Melvyn: How did you even get in here?

Hugh: Richard's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Hugh's door"!

Richard: I’m closing the window.

Hugh: If you water water, it grows.

Richard: ...What.

Melvyn: He’s got a point.

Melvyn & Hugh: *Playing video games*

Richard: You guys woke up at 5:30 in the morning just to play games?

Melvyn: *silence*

Hugh: *silence*

Richard, finally figuring it out: ...You two never went to sleep, did you?

Melvyn & Hugh in shame: Yeah…

Melvyn: Richard won’t come out of his room!

Hugh: Just tell them I said something.

Melvyn: Like what?

Hugh: Anything factually incorrect.

Melvyn, shrugging: If you say so.

Richard, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

Hugh: *Talking to Richard* Oh, hi. I didn't see you there. Welcome to my abode. I'm glad you could join me.

Melvyn: But this is my abode.

Hugh: ...

Hugh: Welcome to my abode, I'm so happy to have you, guest.

Melvyn: Why is Hugh crying?

Richard: He saw a leaf on the sidewalk and-

Hugh: IT LOOKED SO CRUNCHY!

Melvyn: Please don’t say what I think you’re gonna say-

Hugh: AND WHEN I STEPPED ON IT THERE WAS NO CRUNCH!

Melvyn: NO, NOT THAT!

Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Richard: Define “dream”.

Hugh: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works.

Melvyn: That’s too dark!

Richard: Melvyn, I’m afraid.

Melvyn: Just stay close to Hugh.

Richard: That's why I’m afraid.

Melvyn: I’m telling you, my team is competent.

Richard: Melvyn learned how to fold origami penguins from Hugh the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.

Richard: What are you two arguing about this time?

Melvyn: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly!

Hugh: Cry me a table, Melvyn.

Melvyn: Ladies, gentlemen and Hugh, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!

Richard: A llama?

Melvyn: No.

Richard: A baby llama?

Melvyn: No!

Richard: A baby llama with a little hat on?

Melvyn: NO!

Richard: Melvyn, what are you doing?

Melvyn: Making chocolate pudding.

Richard: It's four in the morning, why are you making chocolate pudding?

Melvyn: Because I've lost control of my life.

Melvyn: Here's your pudding, Hugh.

Hugh: Oh that's okay, I'm not hungry anymore.

Richard: Yesterday, I overheard Melvyn saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Hugh replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

Melvyn: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."

Richard: I saw you.

Melvyn: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Hugh in a turkey costume.

Melvyn: *lifting weights*

Hugh: Wow… He’s so intense!

Richard: I wonder what drives him.

Melvyn, internally: Oh I am going to be SO good at giving hugs.

Richard to Melvyn: First rule of battle, little one... don’t ever let them know where you are.

Hugh, shooting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo!

Richard: 'Course, there’re other schools of thought.

Hugh: *sneaking in through his window*

Richard: *turning in his chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Hugh: I was with Melvyn?

Melvyn: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

Melvyn: Three of the four elements are represented as types of hockey. Air hockey, ice hockey, and field hockey. Fire hockey needs to be a thing.

Richard: Fire hockey absolutely does NOT need to be a thing.

Hugh: Do you care NOTHING for the balance of the four elements?!

Richard, trying to impress Melvyn: I re-initialized the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

Hugh: He turned it off and back on again.

Hugh: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Richard?

Richard: No.

Melvyn: I do!

Hugh: I know, Melvyn.

Melvyn: I’m sad.

Hugh: I know, Melvyn.

Hugh: Go ahead, Melvyn. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Richard: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Melvyn: Last night I found out Hugh is a sleep talker.

Richard: Oh, really?

Melvyn: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

Hugh: Hey, do you know anyone who can teach me to play the trumpet?

Richard: Why?

Hugh: I want to wander around playing it to annoy Melvyn.

Richard: Technically, you don’t actually need to know how to play the trumpet well for that.

Hugh: Richard, you have opened my eyes.

[erisluna35ocblog]

ErisLuna35ocblog Guide:

I started this blog to organize my OC lores for those who are interested and want to get to know them better. It's a little complicated as I tend to put them in AUs, and they end up somewhat different depending on the story they're in yet I try to keep the cores of their characters the same. It will take a while before this blog starts posting original content as I put a lot of stuff on main that I will reblog here for now. I will expand and update this as time goes on.

Main OCs:

Keagan Gerald "Kaji" Aurelio Ashworth

Fiona "Fuyu" Kuznetsov

Shizuke Midorikawa

Blair Crawford

Blake Crawford

Natalia Hale

Damien Guerrero

Zephyr Ryder

AUs:

OG STORY - this is the tag I use to label my original concepts for these characters. Before their better known ML AU incarnations, I pictured them in this fairytale-esque fantasy au with Keagan as the main protagonist. Prince Keagan had a leisurely life as the spare to the throne who's only responsibility is tying down the most powerful knight of their generation to stay on their kingdom's side forever through marriage. Everything was set on a track and he had no intention of fighting it. He likes his hedonistic life as a prince and he gets along well enough with his fiance, it's not worth losing over a thing called "freedom". His destiny was agreeable to him... that is, until he learns of a horrible secret that puts his fiance in danger but she can't know about it lest she dies by her own sword because she is stubborn about protecting everyone like the goddamn knight she is. The prince is forced to take matters into his own hands and run away from the capital, recruiting an unlikely group of outcasts, creating enemies from the shadows and have his fiance and his other childhood friend try to drag him back home.

ML AU - this is the tag I use to lump together all stories set in the show called Miraculous Ladybug.

BTaL - Between Truths and Lies, posted on Ao3 and FF.net. Acronym can be pronounced to sound like "Beetle" lol. The basic premise is its lowkey a future gen fic focusing on the new heroes, Shizuke Midorikawa as Ladybug and Blair Crawford as Chat Noire. Follow their journey as they struggle through superheroing, magic, love, grief and one evil butterfly lady.

N2CatS - No Two Cats are the Same, posted on Ao3 and FF.net. Acronym can be pronounced like "N-2-Cats". It's the time travel story set midway S2 of BTaL that features canon characters and how they deal with being stuck with my ocs for a week. Focused mainly on character study. It jumps off from an alternate end to Ephemeral where Sass's last resort ends up yeeting Adrien and Blair into each other's eras.

Otome Game AU - You know those manhwas where the protagonist, usually female, wakes up one day into the romfan world of the otome game or novel she was reading before she died? And she's in the body of the villainess, or the heroine or some extra? This AU, that's my entire main cast. A group of tired and stressed college students were working on a game for their thesis. They either worked themselves to death or their kidneys gave out from too much red bull or maybe they were half asleep walking home when truck-kun came for them, who knows. Thing is, they all died. Individually woke up into the body of the character that was modelled after them - which explains how none of them realizes they're not the only one who reincarnated. Chaos ensues. Can they all come to the same page before its too late?

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[ask-healthy-light]

For Home

When I opened my eyes, I could only see a blanket of white. I remember the frost, yet, I still felt warm. As I laid there, every second, I heard the faint noises of metal upon metal becoming clearer.

I rolled onto my back, and found my vision was blurry, and my head ached. Checking over my body, it became clear what the warmth was, as my fur and the snow-covered ground I was laying on turned red.

Though it felt like an eternity, I remember it as no longer than a moment. As I sat upright, trying to stop the bleeding, I saw my caretaker, and protector, Dark, standing barely a hoof away from me.

His expression was filled with fury as he swung his axe. When my hoof touched the hilt of my sword, I understood why. Instantly, I grabbed the blade, and shook my head as I rose to stand by his side.

It was clear that he was hurt, but he gave not a hoof of distance. The scene before him, I will not describe. I lifted up my buckler and together, we held off the attack. None would cross the bridge.

As we fought, he begged me to return, to take Dusk and to run, but I refused. We would not flee, if he did not. Still, I do not understand his expression. Sadness, fear, anger and joy, all at once…

For hours we stood and held off any that tried to near our village. We stopped them all. None would get close. Often, Dark moved to stand in front of me, his fury intensifying whenever I was injured.

Eventually, when our weapons were stained red, and the bridge and river were covered with countless fallen, we heard a rallying cry from behind us, and we prepared to stand until our approaching end.

But when I heard Dark cheer, I knew it was not the end. The dozen warriors, carrying great weapons, and clad head-to-hoof in heavy armour, followed us as we charged over the bridge towards the enemy.

Ultimately, we were victorious. After we set a watch over the bridge and assessed the damage to the village, we returned home. To our relief, Dusk was still asleep, so, we ate in silence, and smiled.

We fought not out of hatred against others, but out of love for others.

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: Morro, Dark and Dusk from @askdarkpony

Edited the story to be more like my current style. The original version still exists in reblogs of this post, either on this blog, or on those of others!

[coinoperatedbird]

Crow Edits [ OPEN ]

as some of you know I love making things for my friends. rp blog promos, rp icons, status banners, aesthetics, etc….well i have decided to open that up to basically anyone and everyone. [ not just my writing partners and friends ] so here’s the skinny if you would like something (along with linked examples)!

Promo Edits for Roleplaying blog Graphics

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Icons [ no psd or no water mark ]

i complete these in sets of 50 so please send a separate ask for every set you would like. if you have a particular episode/movie/etc you want me to use for these i need this information up front. other wise i will use what's easiest to find. please feel free not to give me credit for these types of icons. use them however you would like. repost / reblog it matters not to me :)

Icons [ with psd and water mark]

i complete these in sets of 50 so please send a separate ask for every set you iwould like. i make icons in either 100x100 format OR 100x200 format. please specify which you want. if you have a particular episode/movie you want me to use for these i need this information up front. other wise i will use what’s easiest to find. if you want a specific color scheme to the icons i need to know what that is as well. please ensure you give credit to me for this type of icon. that means reblogging the post i create for them. no reposting or claiming you [ or someone not me ] as having done the work of cropping/editing.

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these are exactly what the title says more or less. they’re edits you can post to your blog to announce what your status currently is / what you're up too. [ these do not have to be gifs if you just want still backgrounds i can do that. it was just all my examples were mostly with gifs. also these don't have to include your muse’s face. i can just as easily use still aesthetics ]

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color schemes will need to be provided by you in ask/dm. if none is provided I will use colors from your rp blog and/or any other rp blog involved if the aesthetic is for a ship.  so be sure to provide me with the other muse’s blog url/muse face when the aesthetic is for a ship.

disclaimer

ANY and ALL pictures/gifs I use of muse faces strictly belong to the original franchises/companies/living person who’s face it physically is/etc. I don’t own them don’t come at me pls. ANY and ALL stock pictures i use come from:

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ANY and ALL templates used are marked on each edit via link and/or text OR the template is by delishious.

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i do these as i am able too. sometimes it will be quick other times it might take me a couple days.

and how I will ensure you get what you ask for:

when you're request is complete i will post it to this blog. I will both @ your url as well as tag your url on the post. i will also send you an ask letting you know it has been posted. i will do this because tumblr as we know likes to eat notifications. :)

fyi:

i’m n o t charging for any of my edits. i expect nothing from anyone who makes requests. however IF you would like to donate towards my time and effort…you may do so via my donation station. [ this is listed under my 'link' page as well on my blog. ]

[hidinginawell]

"their post is doing the opposite work that self care would; it's instead giving them validation and support from outside sources rather than themselves."

I'm not a huge fan of that post but it's okay if sometimes you need a little outside motivation to practice self care. We're not meant to live in isolation and sometimes being accountable to others can help one take care of themselves. Of course, it means more if for example you promise someone who actually cares about you that you'll do whatever task you're struggling with than if you promise that to a bunch of internet strangers, but the idea we need to bootstrap ourselves better when we hate ourselves is actually pretty harmful to a lot of people and it can be a big reason someone's ability to perform self care tasks lapses. There's no shame in giving or receiving support from others yes even for self care.

Sure, I totally agree with you! I went on to say that, in fact, in my original reblog: "It's ok, and often necessary, to ask for help."

Asking for help in any capacity, including self-care, is often an integral step in self-improvement. And while I wouldn't say there's a *wrong* way to ask for this help, there are certainly ways to ask for help that are...less optimal, and setting a goal of Tumblr likes is one of them.

And I'll admit, it's none of my business how OP copes. I'm not going to try to tell them what to do, or pretend that there are set answers to self care and getting better. But the reason I posted about it is because a)I have a number of younger followers and b)I have a number of followers who struggle with mental illness, and I used to be like OP. I can't find the post now so I can't quote specifically, but several of their reblogs are in the line of "ughhhhh well you guys are going to force me I guess".

And I used to ask for help in a similar way; I couldn't outright say 'hey I'd like some support" so instead I'd put myself in situations or conversations where the people around me were obligated to say "go get help". And the problem with this sort of strategy is that you get more and more used to hinting sidelong for help instead of asking outright. You might get the help you need, but you're getting worse and worse at asking for it, and sometimes putting undue pressure on your friends. And more insidiously, if you keep up the defense mechanism of "i actually don't want help but you guys are going to make me :( <3", you internalize it, and it becomes a vicious cycle where your subconscious attitude towards getting help becomes more and more negative.

Again, I speak from personal experience, I have no idea what OP thinks like, but I found it highly reminiscent of myself a few years ago. I'm not sure if I'm explaining this very well, and you have every right to still disagree with me even if it does make sense. I just wanted to try to articulate my own thoughts on how, while it's better than nothing, it's not the best way to ask for help. And I wrote about this on a different post, I'd never go say this on OP's or something, because I'm not trying to preach that I know the Right Way(tm) to ask for help; I just know from experience that there are ways of asking that have major pitfalls, and these pitfalls are what I wanted to speak on. Spending years in the "please tell me to get help" mode honestly set me back, and my only intention is that any of my followers are inspired to think about the ways in which we ask for help and, in some cases, the ways in which we prevent ourselves from getting it.

Thank you for opening a dialogue with me about this, because it's something I think a lot about.

[sweetdreamsofgelato]

Master Chef

Pairing: Henry x Reader (You)

Summary: (see prompt below)

Rating: FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF; E for Everyone

Word Count: 2055

Warnings/Content: None

A/N:

lostinafictionaluniverse asked:

Okay, you got me with that last one, I'm a fan for life! I never dreamed I'd send in an rpf request :). But I would love to read something in which Henry cooks an ethnic dish for his lady - brownie points if it's an Indian dish, and the girl is Indian too - since I'm an Indian! :), makes a complete mess of it, and then orders the dish from a local restaurant trying to pass it off as his own effort (and gets caught out or not- however you want it to go!)

Okay, this prompt has been in my inbox for a shamefully long time, so huge apologies for that, but it's finally finished! I've restarted and rewritten this so many times and it just never seemed quite right, but with a little help from a four-legged friend, I think it finally works. Should've known Kal would fix everything.

Unbeta-ed. All mistakes are my own.

Reposting my works on any other sites or platforms is strictly prohibited (my official AO3 is linked in my master list). Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated.

The sink overflowed, the dishwasher whirred away fully loaded, and a tower of freshly washed pots and pans dripped in the drying rack. It wobbled precariously as Henry set yet another bowl on top. Kal immediately looked up from his post next to him, where he’d stationed himself in hopes of snagging an errant piece of food on its way to the floor.

Nothing fell; Kal let out such a pathetic sound of disappointment that Henry had to laugh. “Sorry, buddy.”

There was a loud pop behind him and he immediately scrambled toward the hob. A fresh splat painted the inside of the glass lid covering the pot. Henry gingerly cracked the top, keeping it at an arm’s distance so as to avoid being spattered with molten sauce, and gave it a sniff. Not that anything registered; with all the aromas mingling in the air, he’d succumb to olfactory overload long ago.

He set the lid back and turned down the flame and let it simmer. Kal moved closer, ever hopeful, and Henry patted him with one hand whilst he scratched the back of his head with the other as he surveyed the kitchen: covered dishes and remnants of his overzealous ambition littered every inch of flat surface available. The hob was maxed, the oven cranked, the fridge very well might burst at any second, and Henry finally admitted that he might’ve gone overboard.

Regrets: he had many and no more counter space to hold them.

In hindsight, marathoning Gordon Ramsay’s entire catalogue was a mistake. He should’ve known it’d only inspire hubris, and if the perpetually outraged chef materialised next to him and berated him for being an idiot sandwich, he wouldn’t disagree.

There was no doubt that Henry tended toward overambition. He could usually keep it in check, but when it came to you, he had absolutely no restraint. It’d all been well-intentioned in the beginning when he insisted on treating you to a home-cooked meal, the original plan being to make something tried and true. Something he could do well and with ease to show off his skills in the best light.

In some sense he’d stuck to his plan, being sure to make several things you always enjoyed, but then ego got the best of him, and he watched too many cooking shows and took a deep dive into the depths of online culinary blogs only to resurface with the bright idea to try a new and far more complicated recipe for the main. The photos were impressive and the tutorial video made it look fairly simple despite the laundry list of ingredients and a method a mile long. With a little mindful planning, it was just a matter of following a recipe, right?

Well, following a lot of recipes. He had a veritable buffet on his hands and hoped you arrived ready to eat.

Whilst his curry bubbled away, Henry made a valiant attempt at bringing some order to the chaos surrounding him, but it didn’t take long to realise that it was a fool’s errand. Sighing with resignation, he returned to the hob and took the pot off the heat.

Quickly snagging a spoon from the drying rack, he dipped it in the pot, blew gingerly over the sauce, and took a tentative taste.

He immediately choked.

“Oh God,” Henry coughed as the overwhelming, acrid sharpness decimated his tastebuds. For the briefest moment, he forgot how to breathe. He groped for a glass of water next to the sink and chugged it desperately. It didn’t help, and his poor attempt at curry scorched down his throat. His eyes watered and he coughed again. “Good lord, that’s vile.”

His whole body gave an involuntary shudder. Henry was no stranger to the odd kitchen disaster, but this was a whole new level of revolting. His sense of taste may never return out of sheer protest.

It had to be user error. He had no idea where he’d gone wrong, and he’d gone so wrong, but there was absolutely no saving it.

He held the pot away from him and grimaced, looking between the bin and the noxious substance masquerading as food. If he dumped it, there was a very real possibility it may burn a hole clear through to the foundation.

Henry smacked the lid back on the pot, lest it produced toxic fumes, and shoved it across the counter with a silent prayer that it didn’t corrode his cookware. After a contemplative pause, he cracked the window for good measure.

Okay. With a sigh, he gripped the edge of the counter in front of the sink as he gathered his thoughts. Plan B.

Arrogantly, he had no Plan B, so instead, he frantically dished up and arranged everything else he’d made on the dining table, saying another silent prayer that legs didn’t buckle under the strain.

Henry frowned, casting a critical eye over the table. There was enough to feed a small army and the main dish was wholly unnecessary, but there was a gaping hole in the centre where it should sit, displayed in all its glory, and the whole presentation felt incomplete.

Glaringly imperfect, and he really wanted it to be perfect.

He glanced furtively at the clock and mulled over his options. You were expected in less than an hour. He didn’t have enough ingredients to start over, and there was no time to run to the shop.

At some point, he began pacing. Henry scrubbed a hand over his face; willing himself to stop agonising over some small, insignificant detail. As it stood, he would already have to buy a separate freezer to store the leftovers, and he knew that you wouldn’t care that one dish out of many was an unmitigated disaster.

Still, his pride–the little devil on his shoulder, kept coming back to one option. It wasn’t ideal; it was downright deceitful and went against every fibre of his being.

Now was not the time to worry about personal ethics, he thought as he yanked open a drawer, pulled out a takeaway menu, and snatched up his phone. If this was the most dishonest thing he’d ever done, was he truly a horrible person?

Moral crisis aside, Henry was committed now, though regret had washed over him as soon as he hung up. Pressing his phone to his forehead, he muttered harshly to himself. One taste and you would know he hadn’t made it. How could you not? In his panic, he’d ordered from your favourite local restaurant. The same one you ordered from every time takeaway night was your choice.

He’d paid a king’s ransom in advance for them to deliver in under half an hour, and he hoped his shameless bribe was not made in vain. Time passed at an agonising pace: too fast and too slow all at the same time. Kal hot on his heels, Henry was pacing again across the length of the open, airy space that made up his kitchen and dining room, stopping only to occasionally fiddle with the table setting.

Another second in the room would drive him mad, so he forced himself into the living room. Kal padded behind him whilst Henry refolded a blanket and tucked away the books and scripts scattered across his coffee table. He gently kicked a few dog toys toward to corner near Kal’s bed before he dropped onto the sofa. He checked his watch again, his hand tapping impatiently against his thigh as he watched the seconds tick away.

Homing in on the movement, Kal immediately bounded over and nosed insistently at Henry’s hands.

“Still don’t have anything,” he said, “Besides, you’ve already had your dinner.”

Kal let out another plaintive whine, finally admitted defeat, and disappeared down the hall.

His phone dinged: food was on its way. Inexplicably this only churned the waters (guilt, most likely), so in one last-ditch attempt to regain control of himself, he put some music on through the room speakers. It would either relax him or distract him, but either way, he needed something to break the constant, anxious whirr of his mind.

Henry dropped his head onto the back of the sofa and closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the music. His heart rate ticked down and his breathing became steadier. It wasn’t until he’d stopped moving did he realise how tired he was from all the effort of his marathon cooking.

Some immeasurable minutes later, Henry was nearly knocked clear off the sofa by a large, furry wrecking ball. With some semblance of relaxation in his grasp, he didn’t dare crack an eye. “What in the blazes has gotten into—”

“Hello Henry.”

He let out an utterly undignified yelp of surprise when he jolted of the couch. Kal shoved past, trampling Henry’s feet as he rounded another lap around the living room, practically bowling him over to get back to the doorway where you stood, a bottle of wine in hand.

“Smells amazing in here,” you smiled as Kal danced circles around you. “I hope you don’t mind that I let myself in.”

Shit. He should’ve given the damn dog a treat. The traitor hadn’t even barked a warning of your arrival. Of all nights for the both of you to be stealthy.

“Of course not,” he replied, and he truly meant it. “I’m glad you’re making use of your key.” He smiled, albeit awkwardly from the shock. Henry hastily crossed the room, leaning in when you moved to drop a quick peck on his lips.

You let out a reluctant hum when you stepped back, and Henry’s eyes widened immediately on the takeaway bag you pulled from behind your back. “Delivery.”

He let out a slightly nervous laugh, though it was drowned out by Kal’s playful barking. Now he barks.

You handed the wine to Henry and immediately reached into your pocket. “For my best fella,” you crooned as you held out the dog biscuit.

Kal sat dutifully, his haunches trembling with barely-contained elation. Upon command, he very gently took the treat from your fingers, despite his eagerness, but as soon as he had it he bolted off to his bed to enjoy the fruits of his patience.

“I will forever be second in his heart.” Henry sighed.

“But first in mine.”

He turned to you; a soppy smile tugged at Henry’s mouth, but his eyes remained trained on the takeaway bag swinging gently in your hand. He tried to clear the awkward lump in his throat. “You’re early.”

“Don’t sound so excited,” you replied teasingly.

“I am always excited to see you.”

“Mmhmm.” There was a playful spark in your eye when you indicated the bag in your hand. “Not as much as I am for a homecooked meal.”

Ah yes, he was going to get mercilessly teased for this. It was no less than he deserved, really. What sort of deception he’d tried to pull, Henry still wasn’t sure. He’d be the first to admit that it was a poor attempt and doomed to failure, but he was oddly okay with that.

Truth be told, he actively disliked and was never good at lying (positive traits, surely) and though he was a bit chagrined with his momentary lapse in judgement, he mostly felt relieved.

Following you toward the kitchen, he edged around you when you stopped abruptly at the sight of the dining table.

“Are you expecting more guests?” You gaped at the heavily laden table, then your gaze shifted over debris scattered on the counters. You twisted around curiously, making a grand display of searching the room. When you turned back to him, your face lit with amusement. “Perhaps the entire roster of England Rugby?”

Henry laughed, heartily and mostly at himself, as he pulled some wine glasses out. “I...ah, might’ve gotten a tad carried away.”

You raised an eyebrow, and your lips flattened with a suppressed laugh. “Just a tad?”

“I can explain.” He made a wide gesture toward, well, everything. “Just ignore this.”

“Ignore what?” you asked with a surreptitious smile.

Henry’s heart did a funny flip in his chest as he watched you plopped the bag in the middle of the table, an oil-stained paper shrine to his pride, and he couldn’t hold back a grin. “I love you.”

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[beautiful-songbird]

Valentine Baby

Pairing: Dad!Yoongi x Mom!OC

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yoongi and Rosaelia welcome their newborn the night before Valentine’s Day.

“How do you feel about spending Valentine’s Day in the hospital?” Rosaelia asked softly.

She’d just delivered her son a couple hours earlier, hours before Valentine’s Day started. It was ironic. They’d chosen his name to be Valentine long before he’d been due on the day he shared a name with.

Yoongi chuckled as he cradled his newborn. “I don’t mind. Maybe Isa can come by in the morning?”

“I bet she was disappointed she couldn’t come see him tonight.”

“Oh yeah. She threw a fit when I told her it was bedtime.”

Rosaelia smiled. “I can’t believe we have two kids now.”

“Me neither.” Yoongi paused. “No more after this one.” He pressed his finger lightly into Valentine’s nose.

“I second that,” Rosaelia laughed.

The two of them had planned to have no kids. In fact, it had been something they’d mutually agreed on when getting married. No kids. The two of them had dedicated themselves to being the best aunt and uncle on the planet, but having kids of their own was too scary to fathom.

But then Isabella had surprised them. She’d been their brazen little baby from day one. And they’d decided they needed no more kids then. Isa was lovely, and she was enough to fill their hearts.

And then last June had rolled around. They’d been busier than ever having just welcomed Hobi’s third daughter, and Jimin’s wife had been less than two months from her due date. Rosaelia had started to feel weird, and she’d only felt this type of weird once before. Those two tell-tale red lines were all it took to confirm her suspicions. And she’d been happy. Scared, but happy. Raising a baby once hadn’t been as terrifying as she’d expected it to be, and Isabella would be almost eight when they’d welcome the second baby. That didn’t sound bad at all.

Tonight she was sitting here watching Yoongi hold their son. It was the best feeling in the world to see him cooing down at the sleeping boy. If raising kids wasn’t so much work, she might do this a hundred more times just to see him so happy. And of course, she definitely didn’t mind shopping for baby clothes. Or smiling down at that sleeping baby herself.

“You wanna hold him again?” Yoongi asked quietly.

“Yes please!”

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It was barely nine the next morning when Isabella came running into the room. Zelda was close behind her with Jiho in her arms and Hyeon holding her hand.

“Appa! We went Valentine’s shopping!” Isabella exclaimed as she held tight to a balloon. She tried to climb up Rosaelia’s bed.

“Oh, you did?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah! We got you chocolates and a balloon!” the seven-year-old grinned, holding up the two gifts to her father.

Yoongi took them, and Isabella leaned over her mother to see her baby brother. She squealed.

“He’s so cute! Can I hold him?”

Rosaelia laughed. “Of course. Go sit down. Appa can hand him to you.”

Isabella hopped off the bed and crossed the room to seat herself in the chair that was next to the window. Yoongi set his gifts down before helping Rosaelia transfer the baby to Isabella. Isabella grinned widely down at her brother once he was in her arms.

“I can’t wait to dress him up!”

The adults laughed.

“Rosa, I got some chocolate for you too. Figured a nursing mom would like all the food she can get,” Zelda smiled as she handed Rosaelia her gift.

“Ohh! Thank you so much. I’m sure these will be gone in the next few days, though.”

“I’m hiding my chocolate,” Yoongi announced.

“Ok, you do that,” Rosaelia nodded, grinning.

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

Valentine Masterlist can be found here

A/N: ack ok this turned out way better than the original draft I’m so happy. Also I’m breaking my “don’t post twice in one day” rule cause this was supposed to be posted 4 days ago at the very least 😃

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

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The Second Bride in the Sakamaki Household: Part Three 

Word Count: 4k let’s gooooooo UwU 

HEY GUYS! I know it’s been a while (only a week shut up Sage) but here yall go~! And at the end is a little segment of what I originally decided to end the chapter but I HATED it and it didn’t match the tone i was going for in this story. It also didn’t match the post Pettyvall made that inspired this story. So yeah! You are free to reblog but do NOT REPOST or claim this story as your own. Also, LEMME SEE MORE FANART QwQ You guys are amazing.) 

⚠️ 15+ content ahead. You have been warned. ⚠️

The school day ended shortly after that, with nothing really important happening. But perhaps that was only because I had been zoning in and out of consciousness the entire rest of the school day. My hand ached, and the wound was disgusting. The two teeth marks from mere hours ago had turned from a dark red to a raging purple and blue. Is this what a bruise looked like? I wasn’t quite sure. I had never really gotten hurt like this before. Scrapes and scars were one thing. But Mama and Papa had never hit me, slapped me, nor spanked me. I had never been so careless as to obtain a bruise before. I felt like a failure as a young woman. It was my job to be flawless, clean, beautiful, and prestigious. Yet here I was, with a bitten hand and a broken heart. 

It ached so much. Twitching or moving my hand caused the agony to roar back to life, and pulse with pain. I grit my teeth to bite back a groan. I had gone to the nurse before class started again, and lied about what caused the teeth marks. I told her I had bit myself by accident, zoning out. It made me think of the story of Daniel and the Lions, for some reason. How he was supposedly sent into the Lion’s den to die, but God had closed their mouths. And then the Wicked Advisors who set him up were cast into the Lion’s den and were doomed. And yet, God didn’t close Kanato’s mouth, when he was coming to harm me. 

With narrowing eyes, the nurse wrapped my hand in a bandage with a salve and silently sent me back to my class. 

But more importantly, there was pain in my heart. I felt so guilty. I never lied. Not to anyone. Papa taught me better than that. He had caught me lying about eating cookies from the cookie jar, and he sent me to my room for the rest of the night. He came up the next morning and explained to me how lying and stealing was wrong. He was so kind and gentle. He said it pushed our soul away from God to break his commandments and to do the wrong thing. Thou shall not steal. That was the last time I ever explicitly lied to anyone, ever. 

I knew better than to lie. 

Yet, after that scene at the rooftop, I was startled out of my wits. I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn’t eat a bit of lunch, nor talk with any of my classmates. Besides, It wasn’t like I could tell the Nurse a boy had bitten me. He could’ve gotten into trouble. And I was worried that he would take it out on me in the end. And either way, I wasn’t sure if she would have believed me. 

I was more determined to figure out WHAT Kanato really was, not who he was. I never doubted someone's character before, but now I was pressured to doubt an entirety of six men all at once. Mother would have disapproved of my thought process, but… There was something about that boy that didn’t make logical sense. I was hoping I wasn’t just saying that because of the nightmare I had last night. 

None of the Sakamaki brothers made any rational sense. For one, Ayato and Laito called me a human. Which is a fact, a very blatant one in fact, but the tone in which they said it was irrational. They made it seem like I was different from them, simply because I was a human. Nobody ever called anyone else a “human,” anyways. It was… Beyond the means of normalcy. Secondly, the attitudes they had were rude, aggressive and snarky at best, ignorant and sexual at worst. Perhaps it was only because they had grown up in such a rich estate, with their every need met and cared for. They seemed so arrogant, by what I had seen so far, and it made my blood boil. Thirdly, Kanato kept talking about how he did not want to kill me. How I needed to behave. Who did he think he was, my father? I did not belong to him. I did not belong to any man. He was not my husband. He was not my caregiver. Besides, it felt like a blatant threat. By forcing me to “Behave” he would not HAVE to kill me? It was thinking beyond my recognition. My mind was reeling. His smile. His pointy teeth. His stance. His Teddy bear. The dream. 

It all made me feel sick to my stomach. 

All in all, they just seemed unnatural. But the “Good Catholic Girl” in me made me feel ashamed. I hope I wasn’t being too rude to them, or too judgemental. Maybe they were just... Socially inept. Perhaps Kanato had no idea how to talk to a woman, or anyone else for that matter. There was no woman in the household, not that I had seen. He seemed mentally unwell, which made me feel pity for him.  He seemed very sweet, all in all, after the rough surface. 

There was something wrong with that boy. Kanato. Whether it was just social awkwardness or arrogance or he was sick in the head… Something was inherently wrong. 

I left the classroom and got into the car, silently sitting next to Kanato. Ayato was not in the car, nor Reji. Everyone else was, though. Subaru and Shuu kept quietly to themselves in the corner. Laito chuckled at me as I got in and sat silently next to Kanato. I kept my head down. Kanato was looking out the window, and seemed in his own little world. He didn’t acknowledge me as I sat down. As soon as I took my seat, the car lurched forward, heading back home. 

“Aww, is the little bitch shy after our engagement earlier?” Laito purred, tilting his head to smirk at me. At least, that’s what I assumed he was doing, knowing so little yet so much about his mannerisms. I had just kept my head down. I reached into my bookbag and started to open my book. After a few moments, Laito chuckled. 

“Ohhh, how harsh. She won't even say a word to me! Poor little girl. She must have gotten so excited earlier, she just didn’t know how to cope!” He snatched the book from my hands and I snapped my head up in shock. 

“Jeez, Laito,” Subaru scoffed, ruffling his hair with irritation, “Just let the poor girl alone. Fucks sake.” Laito looked at him and gave him a cold smile. My stomach turned cold.  

“What are you reading, hmm? What could be so important that It excites you more than I do~?” He turned back to me and dramatically flipped open the book and started peeking through, skimming the pages. He did-so high in the air, humming to himself.  

“You know, I never pegged you as a girl that likes to read books. You seem so much more interesting than that. Books are so silly!” He laughed his stupid little laugh, and tore out a page of my book. I cried out automatically, and attempted to get the book from him. I didn’t speak to him, not yet. I wasn’t supposed to. I shouldn’t have even looked at him. But that book was special to me. He put his hand far into the air as I reached over as far as I could, attempting to get it back. Shuu was asleep in the corner, while Subaru seemed to be watching with an angry expression. He was always angry. 

“Girls like you should be doing better things with your time. Like playing with men like me. Fufufu…~” He reached and patted my hair, and I backed away just in time to miss his hand that would have forced me into his lap. But then I suddenly stopped with a sudden epiphany. He was doing this on purpose. I had never had siblings before, but I had read about them in books. They often played pranks on each other, and teased each other in a way he was doing to me. He wanted to get a rise out of me. He wanted me to get mad and play along. By the memories of earlier, he just wanted attention. He wanted me to hit him… As if he enjoyed the pain. I shuddered. 

I stifled my anger and fear of the book and slowly got back into my seat next to Kanato. Kanato looked over at me and gave me a small smile. Was he proud of me? Could he tell me what I was trying to do as he asked? I gave him a small smile in return. 

“Oh?” Laito looked from me to Kanato, eyes wide, “You don’t actually care about this little book? Well, I’m not surprised. It seemed so boring and dull.” He took his Fedora off, and gently placed it on the cushion next to him. Then, without hesitation, he did what I feared the most. 

He ripped the book in half with a nonchalant shrug, and tossed it to the side of the car. 

Slow motion hit me, as I watched the pages of the book slowly drift onto different sides of the car. My vision tilted. My eyes blurred, and I attempted to blink them. They were filled with tears. 

That was it. It was my final straw for the day. 

The tears came out fast, and I choked back a sob. A slow whine left my throat, and it got worse from there. Subaru shot a look at Laito, while Shuu opened his eyes. 

“Jeez, way to go, Laito,” He groaned coldly, “You woke me up from my nap. Made the human go on crying.” 

I couldn’t stop crying. I put my hands in front of my eyes and let them pour out. 

Kanato stood up and stared down at Laito, clutching his Teddy. The air in the limo dropped a significant amount. It went from a nice balanced temperature to really cold. The atmosphere was tense. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, nor stop crying. Subaru sat up in his seat, while Shuu leaned back in irritation. 

Kanato looked very angry. More so than he had been with me. I had never seen such vicious hatred, such intense vulgarity in a man’s features. He was clutching himself, as if he was supporting his body to not move forward. He shook violently. 

“How… How dare you? HOW! DARE! YOU! HOW DARE YOU MAKE HER CRY!” He shouted, baring his teeth like a dog. He held Teddy in his left hand while he used his right hand to motion around him. 

“YOU HAD YOUR TURN. I’VE MADE MY FUCKING CHOICE!”  Laito just looked on at him with a smug grin. 

“Why, Kanato, I never knew you could hold such hatred in your heart for me. One of your own Triplets! So eager to claim your prey,” Laito stood up and looked down at Kanato with a smug grin, “I’ve never seen you like this. Besides… She has no true markings on her delectable body~” 

 I cowered away from Kanato and Laito, clutching my ears and my head with broken sobs. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. What was going on? What was happening? What choice? Why why why why why? What did I do? Was I in trouble? 

“I CLAIM HER, YOU FUCKING DEGENERATE. YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO MAKE HER CRY IN FRONT OF ME, WHEN YOU KNOW I WILL SOON OWN HER? Besides,” He cackled in his face, “We know a slutty brother like you just needs another human to make yourself feel better over her!” That was the last straw. They lunged at each other. I muffled a cry as chaos ensued. 

“O-OI! What the fuck are you-?! STOP!” Subabru rushed in to break the two of them up. Through my blurred eyes, I saw nothing but bodies rushing at one another, loud vicious shouting, animalistic growling, and my own sobs. 

Too fast. They were moving too fast for my own eyes. Papers flew all around the Limo as bodies collided into the floor. I cowered into the seat as I saw a fork was brought out into the scene. Kanato reeled back and stabbed Laito, two, four, six times in his chest. Blood hit the limo seats, and Shuu put his headphones back in. 

“So many noisy idiots,” He called out, “I’m not gonna tell four eyes what the fuck you idiots are doing to the Limo, but cut it out.” And, as if NOTHING was happening, he seemed to fall asleep instantly, laying on the seats with his arms behind his head. What in the world..? Was this really happening right now?  How could he just stay calm like that? His brothers were about to kill each other! 

Laito was forced back a few steps, as Kanato continued to wheel insults at him, screeching and howling at the top of his lungs. Subaru was holding him back, shouting at him to calm the fuck down. Kanato attempted to stab him with the fork as well, while Laito was on the ground groaning. 

Teddy was somehow thrown on the floor in my direction, so I held him into my chest as I rocked back and forth, attempting to calm myself down. 

Laito snarled, and I watched in horror as he grinned. 

“Ohhh, Is that how you want to go, little Brother?” Laito moaned and laughed through gritted teeth, as he snarled and reeled back to grab Kanato’s head. He lifted it and bashed it into the floor of the Limo. I cried out as Kanato screamed, clawing and scratching at Laito with fierce intensity. They were like fighting dogs. It was horrific, bloody, and frightening. Kanato rolled and ended up on top of Laito, while Subaru lifted him up and dogged the clawing headed his way. 

“Stop!” I yelled through my sobs, “Please, Please stop it, stop it stop it! No more!” My pleas were ignored as Laito shoved Subaru out of the way, and Subaru collided with Shuu. They both snarled at Laito. I got a closer look at their teeth. They were pointed. Sharp and pointy. 

The two bite marks on my hand. Animalistic fighting. The lack of empathy. Snarling. Growling. Wanting a taste of me. Calling me a human. 

These were not demons from the bible. No.  

They were Vampires. 

Through my realization, Shuu had lopped his arms through Laitos and had sat down, forcing Laito to stand up and glare at Kanato. Kanato was attempting to get around Subaru, snarling and screeching as he attempted to maneuver around him to get to Laito.  Laito was grinning like a maniac, laughing as he looked up into the sky. 

“Kanato,” I called through my crying, “Please stop. Look at me. LOOK AT ME!” I cried, still curled up in a fetal position. I had stopped rocking back and forth. The heavy air was filled with panting breaths, and darkness. It was tense. I thought Kanato would lunge back at Laito. I thought they would kill each other. I wiped my eyes, but more tears kept coming. 

“Monsters!” I cried out, shaking my head, “Oh my God, you’re monsters. Vampires. How..? Y-you’re..” I sobbed and reached out for Kanato. I was on my knees, walking to him like a toddler. I reached his feet and he looked down at me, panting. Through my tears, I could tell he wasn’t sweaty. His hair was disheveled. He was panting from anger, not exhaustion. As if an inhuman monster would be tired. 

“I’m sorry, I looked at him and I tried not to talk to him and I didn’t mean to make you angry,” I was panting, holding onto his pant legs, “A-and I don’t want you to be mad at me because… H-he wont talk with me again a-and I’ll stay away from him, please, please don’t fight anymore!” 

Through my talking, Kanato squatted down beside me, and went to hold my hand. 

“Shh, Doll, Shh,” he shushed me, patting my hair, “It’ll be okay now, Dolores. Just let me do one thing and I won't be angry.” Kanto glared at Laito. 

“I’ll never forgive you for making her cry.” 

The Limo stopped and Kanato picked me up, and cradled me in his arms. We rushed inside and headed to the kitchen. I buried my face in his neck, trying to calm myself. Teddy was wrapped in my arms, and I snuggled him closer to me. 

He found the kitchen so much easier than I did, but I suppose that's understandable. He lived here much longer than I had, after all. As soon as we got inside, he rested me atop of the kitchen table and clicked his tongue. 

“Such a nuisance, carrying you like that. Did you enjoy it?” 

I nodded my head. Kanato gave me a gentle smile and went into the fridge, and brought me a piece of cake. His smile dropped as he saw him holding Teddy. 

“I didn’t give you permission to hold him.” I felt my body go cold. 

“You didn’t,” I shifted anxiously, “When you got into that fight, he fell on the ground. I didn’t want him to get dirty.” Kanato seemed annoyed, patting my head as he took the Teddy from me. He leaned towards me with a fork in hand. I flinched. Was he going to stab me? 

“Calm down, Dollie. It’s just cake.” I slowly peeled my eyes open. He stared at me, with no emotion. His mouth was relaxed. He wasn’t going to hurt me. He was feeding me cake. 

I opened my mouth slowly, cautiously. He slipped the fork in my mouth gently. A delicious vanilla cake burst in my mouth, and I moaned at the taste. He fed me another bite, and then put the fork down. 

He slowly leaned into me and put Teddy down next to me. He tilted my chin up to him, and licked my lips. My eyes were wide. 

“Your lips taste so sweet, Dolores,” He murmured, pushing me into him, “But I know what’ll taste better. And I know other ways to make you moan” 

He kissed my lips, and buried his hands into my hair. I gasped against his lips, and he took advantage of my shock, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I had never kissed anyone else before. Well, I had kissed Mama and Papa, but that didn’t count. I knew that a good girl was supposed to wait until marriage to have sex, to be intamate with their husband. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. 

I leaned back to attempt to get away from him, but Kanato was having none of it. He pushed me down on the table and put his hands on either side of my head, crooning softly. My legs ended up wrapped around his. 

He bit my lip harshly, and I cried out. He pulled away enough to grip my neck. 

“Quiet. Be a good Doll for me. Be silent. Take your punishment.” 

Why was I being punished? 

He slipped his mouth inside of mine and bit my tongue. I whimpered quietly, and his hold on my neck tightened. He softly licked the inside of my mouth and bit my lips, my tongue, my teeth. It felt so odd. It was slightly pleasurable, despite the agonizing pain that accompanied his teeth digging into mine. 

Leaving my mouth, he smirked at me. “How does it feel, to be pulled farther away from the God you so love and Cherish?” He went down my neck with his hands and softly caressed it, digging his nails into my skin. He brushed his tongue and nails up and down my neck softly. He seemed soft, but I knew pain was coming. My lip and tongue. felt awful. It ached and hurt so badly. But it was nothing compared to the bite. He bit my neck, full force, several times. Every time I made noise, his hand went back around my neck and thigh, squeezing harshly. Tears leaked out of my eyes. 

“Your tears are so pretty. Cry more for me. I want you to keep giving me that wonderful expression, the fear, the hurt, the sadness. More. I want to see more. Be a good Doll and give me more love.”

It hurt, everything hurt so badly. 

But... The sucking sensation his mouth gave my neck felt good. It was an odd contrast to what he was doing to the rest of my body. I was ashamed to think such a thing. He was tainting my innocence, and hurting me. He didn’t care. 

I realized then and there he was biting me not for pleasure. He was drinking my blood, like some sort of tick. 

I felt dizzy. I was going to faint. 

“Awaken, Alice. Thou meneth no harm.” 

I turned to try and look at him, but he slammed my head against the table. I heard him. Was it him? Why was he calling me Alice? 

Then I remembered. The Rabbit. The dream. But I was asleep then, I was awake now. 

Right? 

It hurt, it hurt so much. It was hot, I was hot, I was dizzy. I felt sick. 

Soon, when he had his fill, he stopped. It felt like an hour, he edged me on with cake and sweet kisses, and then got all rough with me again. My entire body was sore, and I could barely breathe. He looked so happy. 

“I would love to see you asleep, but we need to bake together. You promised me!” He leaned me up and got off of me roughly. It was difficult to understand him. He was so intimate with me before, and then he just… Pulled away. Happy that pain. With my submission. 

I could barely move my neck and lips. It hurt to talk, but I spoke: 

“Thank you for the cake.” I murmured, softly touching my lips. They were swollen. 

He scoffed. 

“I only did that so I could taste the cake also. Don’t be so foolish to think I was being romantic. I am marking my territory.” He picked Teddy up and cooed at him. 

“Now she’ll smell like me forever, Teddy~” He turned around and smiled at me. 

“I could have made it worse. Trust me.”  

I leaned up and fought back the tears from my eyes. 

“Now, let’s bake a lemon meringue pie, Dolores. You’d like that right, Teddy?” He spoke to his teddy bear softly, as he turned his back to me and headed to the bookshelf to get a recipe book. 

I couldn't respond, as I felt my soul spiraling farther and rather deep into the depths of my own mind. I nodded mindlessly.

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EXTRA! The ORIGINAL ENDING that I hated with a passion and I got lazy and wanted to end it quickly BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’M A TRY HARD AND WANTED IT TO BE GOOD, SUE ME. FUCKING. SUE. ME. 

STARTING RIGHT AFTER KANATO SHUSHED DOLORES: 

Through my talking, Kanato squatted down beside me, and went to hold my hand. 

“Shh, Doll, Shh,” he shushed me, patting my hair, “It’ll be okay now, Dolores. Just let me do one thing and I won't be angry.” Kanto glared at Laito. 

The anxiety in my stomach settled until I did a double take.

 “Do what?” 

“This.” 

Without hesitation, Kanato pinned me down on the ground of the Limo and bit my neck. I gasped and suppressed a sudden scream. It was violent, aggressive. His hands pinned my wrists down on either side of my head. His body was pressed against mine, leaving me with little room to breathe. 

“Mine,” Kanato growled into my skin, “She. is. mine. All of you, stay the fuck away from my Doll.” 

I felt all the brother’s eyes on me as he drank from me. I silently sobbed as he licked and purred into my neck. 

I saw the white bunny in my peripheral vision as I slowly blacked out, succumbing to the darkness. He ran to me and nestled on top of my hand. 

“Awaken, Alice. Thou meneth no harm.” 

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Watching a match

Character: Oikawa

Warnings: none

Requested: no

Summary: yn is in the crowd with her and oikawa’s daughter watching a match between Argentina and Japan at the Tokyo 2020 olympics.

Word count: 1,414

Note: I know crowds aren’t allowed at the 2020 olympics but I based this fic on if they were.

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Disclaimer: I do not own haikyuu or any of the characters.

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Yn gasps as she looks around excitedly as she walks into the Ariake arena carrying her daughter Mina on her hip. “It’s so big” Mina says giggling with glee as she blinks harshly in the bright lights. “It sure is sweetie”, yn says, adjusting Mina on her hip as she takes a look around the stadium. “Are we gonna see daddy playing volley soon”?, Mina says, kicking her legs in excitement. “Yes we are going to see daddy and his team play volleyball soon”, yn says as she giggles at what Mina calls volleyball as they head over to where she and Mina will be sitting during the duration of the Argentina vs Japan volleyball match which will be happening shortly. Yn and Mina are sitting in the bottom row of the stands closest to the floor so that they can have a good view of the court. Yn sets Mina down in the seat beside her and Mina looks up at her. “I’m tirsty mommy”, Mina says as she tugs on yn’s shirt. “Okay just a second dear”, yn says as she pulls Mina’s sippy cup out of her bag and she hands it over to her. “Tank you mommy”, Mina says as she takes a big sip of apple juice out of her sippy cup. “You’re welcome”, yn says as smiling softly as she ruffles Mina’s hair gently.

Suddenly loud music echoes through the arena causing Mina to gasp and cover her ears as she looks up at yn. “Is it starting mommy”? Yn grins and nods. “Yup we just have to wait a bit longer and we will see daddy on the court”. “Yay daddy”, Mina cheers as she claps her hands together loudly.

“And now ladies and gentlemen I am proud to Introduce the Argentina men’s volleyball team”, the announcer says. Yn and Mina cheer loudly. “Introducing the captain of the Argentina team, Tooru Oikawa”! “Mommy look it’s Daddy”, Mina yells pointing and waving as hard as she can towards Oikawa. Oikawa looks around the arena and yn sees that his gaze pauses when he sees them in the crowd. He kisses the tip of his fingers and holds his hand over his heart as he winks. “He saw us right mommy”? Mina asks, turning to look at yn as she jumps up and down. “Yes he did Mina”, yn says with a light blush on her face.

“Now ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure of Introducing the Japanese men’s volleyball team, Some of their best players at the moment are here to give it their all on the global court”, the main announcer says loudly. Mina squeals loudly as she sees a few people who are familiar to her. “Look mommy, it's uncle sho, uncle kou-kou, uncle tsumu, and uncle bio”, Mina says, looking at the guys on the court. Yn nods and grins and she almost laughs at how cute Mina is when she tries to pronounce Hinata, Kageyama, Bokuto, and atsumu’s first names. “Yeah they really are here alright”. Yn and Mina then proceed to wave at the Japan team. Hinata sees them in the crowd and he starts to jump up and down in excitement as he points yn and Mina out to the rest of the team and they all proceed to wave at them.

“It looks like someone in the crowd is getting a lot of attention from the Japanese and Argentinian teams' ', the announcer says, causing yn to laugh and blush. “Now don’t tell me you don’t know who those two are”, the second announcer says. “You should know who that is if you follow the Argentinian team on their social media accounts, that’s the captain tooru Oikawa’s wife and the little girl beside her is their daughter Mina, he is always posting pictures together with them”, The other announcer says. “Oh yeah he is originally from Japan,'' the announcer says. “Yes he is and he used to play against many of the guys on the Japan team so that’s probably how they all know each other”.

Hinata suddenly runs up to a news camera. “Actually the reason I know yn isn’t just because she is from Japan, because you see the main reason I know yn is that I’m her younger cousin, she’s a year older than me”, he says with a wide grin as he places his hands on his hips. “Woah no way”, the announcers say at the same time.

The game starts and both teams seem to be neck and neck as they score one point after another. “Who is going to win the game mommy”, Mina asks looking up at her mother. “I’m honestly not sure Mina”, yn says, enthralled in the game and she does not take her eyes off of the court even for a moment.

The game continues to stay close in points and they even have to go into a fifth set seeing as both the Japanese team and the Argentinian team’s have both won two sets apiece. Yn bites her lip nervously as she wants to cheer for both teams so she has no idea who she should be rooting for, she keeps asking herself if she should be rooting for the Argentina team when her husband is the captain for them, or should she be cheering for the Japan team when her cousin and some close friends of hers are all on the team together?

Suddenly the whistle is blown as the final point of the match is scored. “It looks like Japan has won the set twenty five to twenty three and that means they have won the match,'' the announcer says. “Thanks for coming to the game folks and tune in for the next match”!

Yn takes Mina and they go to meet up with Oikawa. As they walk around the corner they see Oikawa talking with some of the guys from the Japanese teams. “Daddy”, Mina yells as she lets go of yn’s hand and she runs up to Oikawa and she hugs his leg tightly. “Hey little princess”, Oikawa says, picking up Mina in his arms. Mina hugs him tightly. “You were so awesome today daddy”! “Was I really that good today”, he asks with a wink. “Yeah you were”, yn says coming up to stand by him. She kisses his cheek and then she turns to Hinata with a wide grin on her face.

“Congratulations on the win guys I honestly didn’t know to cheer for” yn says with a laugh. Oikawa gasps. “You mean you weren’t just cheering for Argentina”, he says in a joking tone. Yn looks at him with a raised eyebrow and she can tell that he is just kidding. “Nah I’m just kidding yn-Chan it’s hard when family is pitted against each other” Oikawa says with a laugh.

Hinata runs up to yn and hugs her tightly. “You will come to our next match right yn”, he asks as she hugs him back. Yn nods. “You bet shoyo I wouldn’t miss it for the world”. She pulls away from the hug and she wrinkles her nose up in disgust. “Dude you seriously need a shower though”. Hinata laughs as Bokuto and Atsumu come to hug yn while Kageyama stays behind them watching them and rolling his eyes in amusement. “Awww we know you love us,'' they both say. “Eww gross you two smell worse than shoyo does”. She pulls away from them and goes to hide behind Oikawa. “Tooru help me”, she says with a laugh. Oikawa turns and wraps an arm around her shoulder. “No one shall bother my darling yn-Chan while I am here,'' Oikawa says, causing everyone to laugh.

“I guess we better get going yn-chan”, Oikawa says as he pulls his arm away from yn and he goes to hold her hand. Yn nods up at him before turning back to her fiends from the Japanese team. “We have to get everything settled with the Argentina team”, yn says. “We will see you guys later right,'' Hinata asks with an excited look on his eyes. Yn grins at him. “Of course how about we all go out to dinner tonight and that includes you too Tobio-chan”, yn says pointing over at Kageyama. “Fine” Kageyama says with a small smile. “Great then we will see you then”, Hinata says waving at yn as she heads down the hall with Oikawa who is still holding Mina in his arms.

[stxleslyds]

ROBIN #5 BUT IT’S JUST ME TALKING ABOUT JASON.

Hey, how are you guys doing? I wasn’t going to review this issue and I won’t because this isn’t really a review, this is just me talking about Jason’s involvement in this story.

I mentioned in a previous reblog (as well as in a old post) that I am not a fan of Joshua Williamson’s way of writing Jason. I think that he, like Lobdell, thinks of Jason in a way that doesn’t really match Jason’s origin (UtRH, Lost Days) or his current stories (RHatO, RHO, and other brief appearances), I think that Williamson is writing this sort of mesh between fanon Jason and a self-indulgent Jason that results in a very... bland and kinda repetitive version of Jason.

I have also talked about my dislike of his writing from a “romance” perspective. I absolutely didn’t like how he wrote the supposed “relationship” that Jason had with Rose in Future State: Red Hood. It honestly left a very nasty taste in my mouth after I read those issues and I just didn’t see their chemistry, to be honest, while I was reading those issues I felt like Williamson was writing an “unrequited love” thing between both of them (Jason being in love and Rose not at all).

That is of course my opinion. I know that many people like this relationship and I respect that but just as a heads up, I am not a fan of Jason being involved in any sort of romantic relationship with anyone. It’s just something that I would rather not see in a Red Hood story and that’s just the way I see it (once again, you are welcome to think otherwise).

Now, after I have said all that (which I believe is necessary because I like to tell you guys my general stances on Jason related stuff), I can begin my “review” of Jason’s appearances in this issue. 

Let’s begin!

Rose calling Jason to tell him about Damian.

Yeah, I find this weird. Since when are Jason and Rose talking? Here is where I am lost because I think that I am missing some information. 

This Jason right here is supposed to be the Jason that was at the end of Urban Legends #6, right? The last time that I remember Jason interaction with Rose was back in RHatO vol.1 #40, I know that Rose had a “relationship” with Jason in DCeased and in Future State (Red Hood and Gotham) but here is the thing, DCeased is a story that doesn’t belong to this or any continuities so it doesn’t count and Future State is set in the future, and a future that might never happen at that. So, where is this “Jason and Rose being in contact” thing coming from? If anyone knows, please let me know. 

Anyway, I just think that Rose contacting Dick would have made more sense but I guess I am missing some context here but hey, I am here to also learn.

The other thing I would like to talk about these panels is Jason not wanting Damian to be involved in a dangerous “death tournament”. Oh, well colour me not surprised at all by that fact, than you so much. 

Who would have thought that Jason would have a problem with a child being involved in a dangerous situation (me, that’s who), I guess that this is confirmation of DC not reading their own material because in one book Jason’s helping a kid “kill” the Joker and here Jason is like “WHY DID YOU JOIN A DEATH TOURNAMENT DAMIAN!?” (did ya put your name in the goblet of fire?!?! said Dumbledore calmly). I guess this Omniverse thing that DC has going on is helpful when you want to blame inconsistencies on something other than poor management on DC’s part. 

I just think that it’s funny. And also right on the line of OOC and in character for Jason, because I can actually see Jason being worried if a kid is joining that sort of thing, but I also don’t see Jason caring much about what Damian does or doesn’t. 

“If I can come home, so can you”

Good lord, I am not having a good time. I hate this. If this is your first time coming across one of my post, Hi! My name is Tati and I absolutely hate the fact that the fanon concept of “Batfamily” is being integrated in actual comics canon. 

This is so bad, what the hell is Jason saying? This man knows nothing about Damian’s situation, why would Jason not think that Damian has his own reasons not to go back “home”??? 

And what the HELL is Jason calling “home”, is he calling Batman or the Batfamily “home”??? Child, are you on crack? Honest question, because Bruce has done nothing for you, he has done awful things to you and he really doesn’t like you. 

Let’s be honest for a second, Bruce hates what Jason has become ever since he came back from the dead, Bruce hates the fact that Jason has a different way of seeing things. He only tolerates Jason when he can molde him the way that he wants. 

I mean, what the hell is this, why would Jason, after the events of Batman and Robin (2011) #20, RHatO (2016) #25 and even Urban Legends #6, want to go back to Bruce or any of his bullshit? Why? How many times does DC have to prove itself that Jason and Bruce don’t work well together anymore? How long until they realise that Jason doesn’t fit in their Bat-narrative? 

I am so tired of this, I swear, when will this end?

Jason and Damian have a chat.

I don’t mean to be repetitive but, what the hell is this? 

First of all, here we are again with writers wanting to encapsulate every Robin’s whole being in one word, don’t they get tired of being this basic? Dick is experienced, Tim is smart... how dull do you have to be? I this was your attempt at having Damian waste time then you could have had him say something more creative. 

“You are the most emotional”, what does that mean? I mean, i guess it’s true but how is that relevant here, or why would that catch Jason off guard? Is it because fanon Jason is the epitome of “bad boy with a heart of gold” or...?

Also, Jason returning the hug after such a wild conversation has me wondering what the hell is going on, weren’t these two fighting the last time they saw each other? Why didn’t Jason realise that Damian hugging him is off?

Jason is a dumbass.  

Well, he isn’t, Jason Nation knows that but he has been written as if he were a dumbass. How did Jason not see that Damian had ulterior motives when he “hugged” him? Jason, my love, you guys fought the last time you saw each other and because the Omniverse is a thing, you also tried to kill Damian...

Why wouldn’t you think that Damian going for a hug was actually a trap? Are you being written as an unintelligent human being again to make another character look good when you are easily defeated? Is that it? 

Yeah, that’s it. 

I don’t know what else I can say about this panel, like come on, give Jason a little credit, we swear he is smart DC! 

Don’t try to play games with Dick, Jason. 

Dick was having none of it! What was he thinking? Jason got his ass tasered and now he is like “Dick why would you let Damian play games with you?”. Why do people write Jason this way? Why is he the dumbass/comic relief nowadays? Is this why he was dragged back to the Bat? So he can be the dumb one with snarky remarks? 

How boring.

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Listen, I think that this issue was good when it came to Dick and Damian’s moments, they are the ones that have more history together, they respect and love each other enormously. Their interaction were really good, very enjoyable. My problem with this issue was obviously Jason’s presence and the part that they let him play. After reading this, I know that I was right when I thought that Jason shouldn’t have been put here. It doesn’t make sense and it does nothing for Jason’s characterization. 

So yeah, those are my thoughts on this, as always, you are welcome to think differently! 

[lovedinapastlife]

Rec List

Hey. It’s me. Sunlit Garden on AO3. If you would like to find a bughead fic, beta, be long-term groomed with positive feedback and helpfulness, then have your self-confidence chipped away, be isolated from other support systems, be negged, insulted, and emotionally harassed/toyed with to output to her idea of perfection -- or find someone who did this to others and will most likely weasel their way into doing it again -- I recommend none other than jandjsalmon, the gal who runs theblueandgoldoffice - a handy fic-finding website.

I made a prior post about my personal experience but apparently not everyone knew it was her because I didn’t name her specifically. Hopefully, this is the last post I’ll ever make about her. A lot of wonderful people reached out with similar experiences or sympathy but I’ve also seen some continue to interact with her or rec her as someone to follow. Now, I’m putting it in the tags. Her name is out there. If I see her on rec lists, at least I know the info is out there that she abused me and others and whoever posted didn’t want to deal with having to deal with her bullshit of her harassing them or they think I’m a liar. I have nothing to lose in this fandom or to gain by outing her. I’m doing it because I don’t want her to be introduced to new waves of authors/readers/people will trust her without protecting themselves or doing something to protect others. Unfortunately, me and the victims I talked to did not feel comfortable sharing how much she hurt us with each other until she’d done a fair amount of damage, and we were all trying to make it work with her until we hit a breaking point.

As a reminder... this is just a potential scenario based on past experience.

If you do become mutuals, and she thinks you have an ounce of fandom fame or MIGHT post things she likes if she bugs you enough, she might make you aesthetics, reblog, comment, buddy up to your friends to get closer to you, find out and exploit your insecurities or mental illness, notably withdraw support to prove a point if you like something she doesn’t or even show love for another person who doesn’t love her, keep records of your convos, show them to other people, vague post about you (sometimes even going so far as to message you without you even asking to make sure you know ‘oh it wasn’t about you’ to rub salt in that wound), let her husband talk shit about and to you even when on good terms with her, and try to get involved in your personal life to be your (only) best friend and support system... only to tell you you are nothing without her, people rely on her for recs and she can turn the tides on fandom favorites, you should not write original works because original romance is “disgusting” YA is “immature” and no one likes your work and your mind is too fucked up to be productive without her. No one will love you or have time for you like her.

She will insist you include scenes even if you don’t want them there, then try to claim she helped write your fic in the comments of it when all she did was tell you to add something you already wrote and deleted back in, though she did comment on the doc and talk through your million ideas and pick her favorite OF YOUR OWN IDEAS and help with grammar. She will also tell you at least one of your fics is disgusting and berate you to the point of not wanting to post it, especially if it shows Betty even slightly interested in someone besides Jughead at some point in her life, claiming “that’s not her!” but OOC or Jughead with past/current partners is no problem... and she will be very apologetic to have to tell you and make you feel bad, but brag in DMs of her friends that she “made you change your mind” and “taught you how to think” if you eventually cave and adjust something. Conversations become drags where you agree with what she says just to avoid confrontations and meltdowns sometimes.

If you talk to her and try to rebuild your friendship or set boundaries, she will either lash out or apologize and be good for a few days until she can find a reason to turn on you again. When you distance yourself for protection or make new friends, she will harass you in DMs asking why you unfollowed (even if it’s a tumblr glitch) or followed so and so, why you did or didn’t like something, tell you how awful everyone except her is, and try to get you to talk shit about your own friends when you know she’s talking shit about you, too.

Oh and if you compliment her on something you’re considered good at that she’s insecure about (prompted or unprompted), be prepared to be called a fake liar and a judgmental bitch in general for having an opinion -- yes, even if it’s positive, so imagine how fun it was to disagree on something neither of us even made.

She is not a neutral party when it comes to abuse and harassments either. Despite being very anti-cheating, she stoutly defends the Sprouse brothers despite multiple women and outlets coming forward claiming they cheated on or abused their partners, claiming the sources are “crazy” or “jealous” or “unprofessional.” I have some pretty ironic in retrospect screenshots someone sent me of some of her rants but I won’t post them publicly here. What Jandy told me of her former victims was that they blocked her for no reason. She was nothing but supportive of them and they got too big for their britches and had other friends and abandoned her. I’m sure she says similar if not worse things about me for calling her out and cutting her off.

So yeah, it will be uncomfortable to unfollow, ghost, and/or block her. It might even be inconvenient because of the service she provides to this fandom. But please keep in mind that even the slight fear/dread of her shadow-banning or harassing you is a sign that she’s affected you, too.

If you really miss that one extra comment per chapter, hit me up. I’ve got a lot going on but I’ll make an exception for people who need that extra support as long as I can. For additional support, please see local and online organizations to talk to a professional or volunteer trained to help with emotional abuse, toxicity, depressive, or anxious thoughts like therealdepressionproject. Good luck and have a wonderful day.