#not totally happy with how this one turned out

[zillychu]

sometimes you black out and just an entire Persona 5 AU in one night

did I ever settle on a design for phantom thief! Siffrin? no. anyway,

NOT fully mirroring the P5 plot!! it's a bit different! a few were hit with the obligatory anime teenager beam

Siffrin gets arrested for allegedly attacking someone with a knife! this did not happen. while trying to help someone, he in fact got knifed in the face and lost an eye.

the adoption system is about to drop their ass since they're nearly an adult and no one's too happy about the aggravated assault. fate drops him at Nille's doorstep, who takes pity on him but insists she's only housing his ass for some extra cash. Bonnie acquires another felon a sibling!

showing up to school looking like shit (anxiety, no sleep), with an eyepatch and a natural silent intensity, no one really questions if he's stabbed someone. everyone's pretty sure he's killed someone actually.

Mira and Isa are charged with helping the new local mass murderer get settled, and they slowly start to uncover the real Siffrin hiding under all that apprehension. Odile, the school nurse, is all kinds of queer so she's got these kids' backs. as the story progresses, they each have their own character arc around biting back on authority (Isa gets the courage to transition, and Mira stops straightening her hair)

what about everyone else's outfits? that's the fun part! SIFFRIN IS DOING ALL THIS PHANTOM THIEF SHIT ALONE

well not totally alone. they've got a weird cat now. they can talk (Siffrin wishes they didn't) and has a concerning amount of knowledge about the metaverse for being an amnesiac! (this worries them too, they just try not to show it)

the OTHER fun part is that Siffrin is doing half this phantom thief stuff in the metaverse, half in the real world. good news is, he has the magic metaverse stuff irl! bad news is he has the magic metaverse stuff irl. yeah it helps keep him from getting caught, but law enforcement starts rising quickly to military arms when you start breaking physics while also being a theater kid about it.

the meat of the plot is surrounding Siffrin's struggle to fit two lives into one, and how his friends are WAY too perceptive to keep this up forever. but they have to, because they've only barely convinced their friends to accept them. if they knew he was some evil freaky magic terrorist (he's not, but like, who would believe him when he's doing seemingly evil freaky magic terrorist things!), they'd turn him in, they'd be scared, they'd HATE him!!

btw there is no rival for Siffrin. he's his own rival. lets give the "I'm terrified I'm manipulating my friends" twink actual mind alteration powers and see what happens :))

[cherryyluvs]

Late Night Confessions

late night calls and movie nights with you slowly turn into something more.

It started with late night calls. They were innocent, Mark would call you after a long night of fighting villains or finishing his part time in Burger Mart. Just to hear that sweet voice of yours before bed.

“You ever just sit on your roof at 2am and think about how weird life is?” He said one night, voice laced with exhaustion and fondness.

“Mark it’s 2 am.” You whined sleepily. Burying yourself deeper into your blankets. “And you're still wearing your suit, aren't you?”

“… Maybe,” He admitted, a sheepish chuckle slipping through the phone. “But if i take it off now, that means i have to get up and shower and i'm way too comfy talking to you.”

You groaned, rolling onto your side. “You're the worst”

“And yet, you're still on the phone with me.” He teased

You rolled your eyes but the smile on your face was undeniable. The calls became a routine after that. He would call you when he was tired, when he was happy, when he wanted to just hear your voice. And honestly? You didn't mind one bit.

Then came the movie nights, they started as a casual thing. Just two best friends hanging out and binge watching cheesy action films or terrible romcoms while demolishing a ridiculous amount of popcorn.

Tonight, though something felt.. Different.

You were both sprawled out on his couch, snuggled up next to Mark, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket that was his but you'd stolen it ages ago. And a ridiculous superhero movie playing in the background, but neither of you were paying attention. Your head was resting against Mark’s shoulder, and at some point he hesitantly draped an arm around you.

You pretended to not notice the way his heart was racing. “Okay but tell me why this guy just threw a whole car at the villain instead of, i don't know? Punching him?” Mark muttered, trying to focus on anything but the fact that you were curled up against him. You giggled, feeling his voice vibrate through his chest.

“I don't know invincible, maybe you should take notes.” He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch, “Don't remind me. I get that enough of that from william” You hummed in amusement, snuggling a little closer.

Mark stiffened for a moment before relaxing. He wanted to say something but every time he worked up the courage, the words were stuck in his throat.

Now or never.

He took a deep breath. “Hey uh, can i tell you something?”

“Hmm?” you replied, eyes half lidded from the warmth and comfort. His throat went dry. This was not how he pictured confessing, he had a whole plan! Flowers maybe. But with your head leaning against his shoulder, he couldn't think straight.

God why am I like this?

“I, uh like you. A lot! Like more than just friends kind of like you.” You froze, looking at his face, he was so red. Like, cartoon tomato face red.

“Mark..”

“And i know that was super awkward, and i totally just ruined the movie night but i had to say it befor-”

“Mark.”

He gulped. “Yeah?” You smiled, soft and mischievous. “Just kiss me already.”

His breath hitched, eyes wide as you reached the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. The moment your lips met, he melted. Completely.

Every late night call, every lingerie glance, every accidental touch , it all led to this.

Judging by the way you were smiling against his lips, you'd been waiting for this just as much as he had. The warmth of his lips , nervous but eager. It was all so sweet.

When you finally pulled away, his face was still red and grinning like an absolute idiot. “So… does this mean I can finally stop pretending I don't stare at you when you laugh?” You snorted, swatting his chest.

“You stare at me? Mark!”

“Hey! That's unfair. You can't just exist and be this cute. It's distracting !” He huffed, burying his face in your shoulder.

You couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled up. “Well, if it makes you feel better i also stare at you too.”

Mark smiled “Great. So we've both been embarrassing this whole time.”

“Yup” you said, popping the ‘p’ with a smile. “But now we get to be embarrassing together.” He beamed at you, eyes soft and full of something deep. “Yeah. I like the sound of that.”

You settled back into the couch, Mark pulling you more closer and you knew. This was only the start.

[paucubarsisimp]

Reader finding out that Pedri sprays her perfume on his pillowcase and bed shirt before away games because he misses her and the smell reminds him of her 🥺

spray of love

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: basically the request

warnings: none!

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @joaosnovia, @nngkay, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

it was a busy day at the stadium. the game had just finished, and the team was making their way to the locker room. you had stayed behind a bit to talk to a few of pedri’s teammates, including ferran and gavi, who always found a way to keep things light.

you were chatting with them, laughing about a ridiculous play from the match, when ferran, with that signature mischievous grin, decided to drop a bomb.

“so… have you noticed anything strange about pedri’s clothes when he comes back from away games?” ferran asked, leaning casually against the wall.

you raised an eyebrow, curious. “what do you mean?”

gavi snickered, leaning in to add, “you know how he always smells like you when he gets back? like, every time. his shirt, his pillow… it all smells like your perfume.”

you blinked, a little confused. “wait, really?”

“oh yeah,” ferran said, practically grinning from ear to ear. “the guy sprays your perfume on his pillowcase and shirts before every trip. says it helps him feel like you’re there with him when he’s away.”

your heart did a little flip at the thought, and you stared at the two of them. “are you serious?”

“completely,” gavi replied, now fully laughing. “we noticed it when we went on a trip last month. he kept talking about how your scent was the only thing that made him feel better when he was away. he’s basically obsessed.”

ferran shrugged. “i think it’s sweet, honestly. he’s a little too shy to tell you, but we all know about it.”

you were a little speechless, your mind racing. pedri had been carrying a piece of you with him all this time without you knowing. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. it was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for you.

“you’re telling me… my perfume is his good luck charm?” you asked, half-laughing, half-melting inside.

gavi nodded, grinning. “he said it makes him feel like you’re there, even if you’re miles away. it’s adorable.”

ferran teased, “you should definitely give him a little surprise next time. maybe spray extra perfume on his pillow before his next game.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i think i will. i think i’ll just spray it on everything.”

as you turned to walk toward the locker room to find pedri, gavi called after you. “he’s totally going to get embarrassed when you find out, just so you know.”

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure to make him extra embarrassed,” you replied with a sly smile.

a little while later, you found pedri in the locker room, looking tired but happy after the match. as soon as he saw you, a soft smile spread across his face.

“hey, cariño,” he greeted, pulling you into a warm hug. you hugged him back, but you couldn’t resist the playful grin that tugged at your lips.

“hey, how was the game?” you asked, trying to sound casual, though your mind was still on what ferran and gavi had just shared with you.

“it went well,” he said, pulling back slightly to look at you. “glad to be back home, though.”

you nodded, but instead of answering right away, you stepped back, sniffing the air dramatically.

“hmm,” you said, tapping your chin, “i thought i smelled something familiar.”

pedri furrowed his brows, clearly puzzled. “what do you mean?”

“oh, i don’t know…” you leaned in closer to his shirt, taking a deep breath. “maybe my perfume? you’ve been wearing it a lot lately, haven’t you?”

he froze, his face turning an adorable shade of red. “uh… w-what? i—uh…”

you couldn’t hold it in any longer. you burst out laughing, both at the cute look of embarrassment on his face and the fact that he had been caught. “ferran and gavi told me everything, pedri. you’ve been spraying my perfume on your pillowcase and shirts so you can feel like i’m there with you.”

pedri’s face went even redder as he stammered. “i—I didn’t—gavi and ferran—”

you smiled playfully, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “it’s actually really sweet, you know? i didn’t think you were the type to do something like that.”

pedri’s eyes softened, his nervousness turning into a gentle smile. “only for you, cariño.”

you grinned, brushing your fingers against his chest. “well, next time, i’ll make sure to leave a little extra on your pillow for you.”

he smiled, still a little bashful but clearly touched. “i’d like that.”

and just like that, in the middle of the busy locker room, with the sounds of teammates laughing and celebrating in the background, it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you—quiet, intimate, and a little sweeter than before.

don’t forget to leave a request!

[mehwmidklpe]

hiiii, i have a request. So its a Percy x reader where reader and Percy meet up at the beach to go on a little date, but Percy arrived early and waits but starts to draw readere initial in the sand like a love sick puppy (and maybe starts talking about her to some sea creature) and then she comes and sees percy and just smiles and realized yup that's the love of my life:)

Thank you beforehand!!!!

that's so cute!!

Yes, Percy knows the date wasn't planned till after like 10 to 20 minutes. But what's wrong with being early to make sure everything is perfect?

After many years, Percy Jackson, the most oblivious demigod of all time finally got the courage to ask you on a date.

He hadn't expect you to call him out as an idiot for taking so long to ask that question.

But hey! At least you didn't judo-flip him. And he got a date on the beach out of it, too!

After Percy had set everything up, he was sitting on the picnic blanket, waiting for you to arrive. He was so happy, like he's litteraly a lovesick idiot.

So lovesick he found himself drawing your intial in the sand with a cute smile on his face.

But when he heard a sound and looked up, he didn't see anyone. When he looked back at the sand and the intial of the most beautiful name he'd ever heard, he saw a turltle.

"Ohh. Hey little guy! What's your name?"

He frowned as he heard the turtle answer. "No name yet? Well then I'll give you one!" He started thinking.

"Ooh! How about Leo- No, wait, not Leonardo. I know a boy named Leo. He's pretty cool, but you deserve the best ninja turtle name out there. Michelangelo." He decided.

"Yeah he's totally my favorite." He then said as he watched the turtle crawl towards the pizza he had set on the blanket.

"Woah there buddy. I know turtles love pizza. So do I. But that pizza is reserved for a special lady."

Percy felt a smile growing on his lips as the turtle spoke to him again. "Yeah.. I have a date with this amazing girl. It's our first one. I still can't believe she said yes."

The son of Poseidon hadn't even noticed a sea star coming up to him. "Oh, another friend! What's your name? Also none. Mhmm.." The boy started thinking of a name again.

"Patrick. You're definitely a Patrick." He nodded.

"Wait? About my date? You heard that?" He asked the sea star as the turle crawled atop of him.

A giddy smile rested on his lips at the thought of you. "Her name is Y/n." He looked at the turtle once he heard his voice.

"I know Mickey, that's a beautiful name. But not as beautiful as she herself." Once the star asked about you, Percy knew there was no way back.

So now he found himself talking to at least 18 sea animals. Some of them were in the sea, but you could still see them, others were sitting right infront of Percy.

And Michelangelo, of course, sat in Percy's palm.

Gods did Percy feel like a disney princess.

"Yes, Flounder, she took all of them out. Singelhandedly." Percy confirmed to the fish at the edge of the sea.

"Squidward! Language!" He said to the octopus. "But yeah she's a fucking badass." He silently agreed, but every creature heard it.

Percy turned to the other fish. "Nemo. What did I tell you? She's not going to marry you. I will be her future husband, okay?"

"Don't worry, Alberto. We'll do two weddings. One in land and one in the sea. You can all be there, I'm sure she'll love you guys!"

He then looked at the crab. "Yes Sebastian. Y/n is the most beautiful, gorgeous girl you'll ever see! She's breathtaking! Divine! Aphrodite loosk like shit next to her! I don't understand how she's not full goddess, but I can totally see her godly half."

"Why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself."

Percy froze at the sound of that voice. The voice he'd recognize anywhere. He gulped and turned around to see you in all your glory.

"Y/-Y/n." He stammered.

When he heard the voice you couldn't hear, he leaned in closer to Michelangelo on his hand.

"Yes Mickey, I told you she's breathtaking." He wishpered to the turtle, agreeing to what the turtle said about your appearence.

Oh yeah, this boy is totally your endgame.

You stiffled a giggle as you walked over to him.

It was only then that Percy let his eyes rank over your body, taking in your outfit, your hair, your eyes, everything about you.

"You look–" "I heard you the first sixteen times, Percy." You said as you sat down next to him.

You tilted your head, lookign at the sand. "Is that my name?" By now, the intial had turned into your full name with hearts and stars around them.

Percy had done that while he rambled on about you to his new sea friends.

"No? It's your dyslexia who's fooling you." Percy lied. "I can read, Percy." You state.

He stayed quiet for a bit, before his head turned back to look at you again.

"I uh.. I got us pizza! Well actually Connor traveled to new york and get me some for us. He wanted to go to Italy first, I don't really know why the plans changed." Percy said, adjusting the two boxes of pizza.

"And uh.. I got us some cola, too. Don't tell Mr. D that I stole the from him though.. Uhm.. And I got some other snacks if you–"

"It's perfect Percy. Thank you." You assure him, taking his hand in yours.

The son of Poseidon fel the heat rise up to his cheeks, and you didn't hear it, but the animals were all 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing'.

"Now back to the whole 'talking about me to some animals' topic. You said you wanna marry me." You recalled with a smile.

Percy froze, he had no idea what to do.

"Uhm.. Well- I didn't- I mean we're still young, a-and we're not even an actual couple so.." His voice trailed of, noticing how stupid he sounded.

You bit your lip. "If you ask me we might just be one."

Did you just say that?

Like actually?

"Uhm.. Y/n.. would you want to be my girlfrie– Wait. You're not messing with me, right??" Percy asked you. "I'm not, Seaweedbrain."

Percy shot a look at the octopus. "Shut up squidward! Only Y/n gets to call me that!"

And you giggled. "You're cute, Percy Jackson. And yes, I would like to be your girlfriend." You smile again.

His heart was racing faster than a black marlin can swim. "That–That's cool–yeah.. cool." He tried to play it off, but even the animals weren't buying it.

Then Percy's eyes randomly widened. "No, we're not gonna do that!" Percy shot back at Patrick. "What'd they say?" You ask him. "He said. that we should kiss."

You frown at that. "And you're not gonna listen to him? C'mon Perce, he's a star." You say to him.

The sea anmilas were probably encouraging him cause he looked around at them.

Then finally, he scooted closer to you. "Is this okay with you?" He asks you, tone soft. You nod. "Yeah."

And so his lips found yours in a soft, loving, sea-animal-proof kiss.

The animals cheered, but it honestly sounded like a ton of gibberish to you, especially the sound that came from the dolphin who's name you did not know.

It didn't matter though, cause Percy Jackson was kissing you.

When you pulled away, he smiled. "Was that okay?" You nod again. "More than okay."

This time, you both blushed.

"So..?"

"Yes Percy. They're invited to the wedding."

And the animals cheered again.

[girliism]

punk!patrick x reader

-

the minute you and your friend walk up to the house it’s quite obvious there’s a party going on. from the people dry humping on the grass outside to the music pouring out the house. you wondered how the cops hadn’t been called yet.

inside smelt like weed, sweat and other bodily fluids. right off the bat you realize these aren’t the kinda people you’re used to partying with. they were all dressed in heavy black clothes and makeup with jewelry covering their faces.

you stuck out like sore thumb in your mini jean skirt and pink top.

“i can’t believe you talked me into this.” you were currently being squished between bodies of people in someones stuffy basement. “it’s gonna be totally worth it ok, the guys in this band are hot.” your friend yelled back in your ear. that’s honestly the real reason you even joined her.

the instant screams that erupted when five guys walked onto the makeshift stage cut you off from responding to her. and the second your eyes caught the drummer you were hooked.

he had mini spikes in his black hair, piercings studded out of his eyebrow, ears and lip. loud shitty punk rock music blared in your ears, but you were completely focused on the unnamed drummer who was twisting his drumsticks between his fingers before beating them down. banging his head in time to the beat. you eventually found yourself jumping and screaming along with everyone else.

by the time their set came to an end your throat was sore and you could feel sweat bedding on your hairline.

“thanks for that energy you guys we got another band coming up soon so either stick around or don’t.” and you didn’t. the second you saw the drummer getting up, making his way through the crowd and you perked up. “hey. i’m gonna go get a drink.” you absentmindedly patted your friends shoulder, following after the black haired boy.

-

you caught up with him in the kitchen. he was chugging back whatever was in his cup before pouring some more. you tried not to get distracted by his wife beater that seemed a size too small from the way the hemline sat cropped showing off his happy trail.

“your guys set was really good.”

the guy in front of you took one look up and down at you before scoffing into his cup. “really?” you hummed, nodding your head, and pouring yourself a drink. “i loved all the um— anti conformist lyrics.” he shook his head and laughed. “right right. listen don’t take offense but are you sure you’re at the right party?” he was totally right you were at the wrong party, but that didn’t mean he could call you on it.”

it was your turn to scoff. “and why wouldn’t i be right party?” he just shrugged. “doesn’t really seem like your speed.” “and how do you know what my speed is?” you cocked your head to the side. “didn’t your mother ever tell you to not judge based on the cover, huh?” he threw up his hands in defense. “you’re right, i’m sorry. thank you for enjoying the show.”

“you’re welcome.”

there was silence before he spoke again. “i’m patrick by the way.” you repeated his name, testing how it felt in your mouth then introducing yourself.

you watched him out the side of your eye chew on the rim of his solo cup. “so.” you cleared your throat. “do you guys always play basements?” the drummer, you now know as patrick shook his head. “sometimes we play dive bars and other parties. it’s just this is our bassist brothers house so lets he us play whenever.” you nodded, “that’s sweet”

“he’s an asshole.” you nearly choked on your drink at the abrupt answer. “but he lets us use his garage for practice so i guess he’s ok.”

it was patrick’s turn to ask you a question. “you play any instruments.” you tilted your head up thinking. patrick’s eyes immediately hone in on your neck thinking about how good it’d look decorated in the marks he wanted to leave behind. “piano in the fifth grade.” you reveal.

“cute.”

suddenly patrick was close to you. “come with me.” he abandons his drink to grab your wrist pulling you with him.

-

you got a semi bad feeling when you guys reached the destination. it was dark but you could tell it was also spacious. you could only hope your weren’t about to get murdered by a guy in eyeliner.

“tada.”

the lights came on and you let out a breath. it was just a garage.

“and why are we in here?” you turned around to look at him, your eyes catching his fingers moving to twist the lock.

patrick walked around you to the drumset that sat near a wall. “was just a little loud in there.” he took a seat on the stool in front of the drums. “how long have you been playing.” you asked, walking you fingers crossed that gold cymbals that’s dinged together softly. “since i was ten.”

“a real professional, huh.”

patrick laughed holding out the drumsticks in your direction. “wanna try?” you nodded

you sat in his lap with his big hands covering your as he guided them to drum a simple beat. “so, gonna tell me why you’re really here.” his voice was deep in your ear. “just wanted to see who was playing tonight.” you say sticking to your lie.

“bullshit.”

his hands leave yours and rest on your bare thighs. “come on just tell me. i know you don’t listen to this shit.” he referenced to the music that you could hear faintly. “fine, my friend is more into this stuff i only came because the band was supposedly hot.” you shrugged.

you felt the rumble of his laugh on your back and his fingers sliding up your thighs.

“and are they? hot, i mean.” patrick’s breath was hot against the back of your neck, his lips ghosting your skin. “mmm, the drummers pretty alright.” you tease. turning around to face him. “that right.” you nodded, making the first move to press your lips against his.

the kiss escalated quickly, you tugging on his bottom lip piercing with your teeth earning a groan from him. he slide his hand down the front of your skirt. “o-oh my god.” patrick easily slipped his middle finger into your wet heat. “you’re so wet.” he muttered against the skin of your neck that he was sucking marks into. “a-another.” you moaned and patrick’s pushed his ring finger in and pumped them both in and out at a fast pace, his palm hitting against your clit.

you abandoned the drumsticks on the floor grabbing on to patrick’s wrist. “oh fuck! right there.” your knee jerked up hitting the drum set causing the cymbals to bang together drowning out the obscene squelching noises, when patrick’s finger tips find your g spot.

“m’close.” you whine, throwing your head back on to his shoulder. “gonna cum all over my fingers,huh? ” he said in your ear. pressing kisses on your cheeks and jaw. you could only nod, your whimpering getting louder and breathing getting heavier. all it took was patrick’s thumb flicking at your clit to send you over.

“oh my god, u-uh!”

patrick let you ride out your high, grinding your hips down on his fingers. you slumped back into him, catching your breath. patrick pulled his hand and out you pants and turned your face towards him. you ignored the cringey feeling of your wet fingers against your cheek. he fitted his tongue into your mouth in a messy make out.

“fuck.” patrick pushing you to stand up before dragging you by your belt loop to the wall that was behind you. “need to be inside you.” he rushed out, pulling you in for another kiss that tasted like weed and fireball. “this wanted you wanted all along right? to get fucked.” he hiked up your skirt to your waist, pulling your panties out and disregarding them on the floor.

he unzipped his pants enough to pull his cock out. “wanted to come to the show and play groupie?” he traced the tip of his cock on your already sensitive cunt. “you can be my little groupie, follow me around.”

“yeah-yes!” you threw your head back hitting the wall when patrick pushed his full length into you. patrick held your legs around his waist, squeezing the fat of your ass between his calloused palms in a bruising grip.

“god, you’re tight.” patrick groaned, thrusting his hips up.

you didn’t know how long you’d last, your inner walls still sensitive and throbbing. the feeling of patrick’s cock dragging against them had your moans bouncing off the walls of the garage. “f-feels so good.”

patrick moaned, completely taken by the site of his dick disappearing in and out of your cunt, coming back wetter each time. “this perfect pussy.”

your guys moans mingled together in a mix of low and high pitched grunts and groans.

your nails embedded themselves in patrick’s shoulders. “gonna cum again.” you whined and patrick sped up. his cock head drilling into that soft spot inside you. patrick dropped his head into the crook of your neck grunting into it. “shit, do it. wanna feel you cum on around me.”

you took hold of patrick’s dark locks messing up his gelled spike. your walls got tighter around him. your head hitting the back of the wall, and a moan getting stuck in throat in the midst of your orgasm.

“f-fuck.”

patrick pulled out still hard and on the verge of cumming, jerking himself off in four hasty strokes before he released on your inner thighs and the wall.

“holy fuck.” patrick slotted his lips against your in a wet kiss.

you both silently got back dressed. you tugging your skirt back in place and patrick stuffing his dick back in his pants.

“here.” patrick picked a sharpie that was lying around, and grabbed hold of your arm. “my number.” he scribbled it in messy writing. “just in case you want these back.” he grabbed your lost underwear off the floor holding them up before tucking them into his back pocket. leaving you in the garage to collect yourself

-

[fbfh]

𝓗𝓮𝓱....can I request a Leo Valdez x !dense at romance! reader

HEH INDEED TUMBLR USER HIGANYUUU. as an unsocialized and neurodivergent bitch meself I LOVE the dense at romance and oblivious to flirting reader trope. dynamic. concept or whathave you.

with Leo it's even better, because he thinks his feelings for you are TOTALLY one sided. he thinks he's doomed to be forever alone, trapped in a burning maze of his on inescapable feelings. he ends up venting to Piper about this one night when they climbed on top of the roof of one of the cabins to watch the stars (or if you prefer, get a teeny tiny little bit stoned. it's a summer camp for christ's sake. the older campers have weed stashed in a few places. the demeter kids TOTALLY have a hidden little garden where they grow weed and are constantly making breaking bad jokes. in the late 80s Chiron found it but was so stressed about the possibility of nuclear war that he requested a few blunts and made them promise to never speak of it again. see also: Leo lighting up for you with his hands???? heart eyes.) he tells her all about how his crush on you is so much worse than usual. He gets infatuated easily, but gods you aren't just another fleeting crush. he truly believes he is never going to get over you. and part of him doesn't want to.

Piper laughs.

she lets out a loud snorting laugh that she immediately has to apologize for. Leo lets out his own laugh, surprised and incredulous.

"Sorry-" Piper chokes out. Leo places his hands over his heart.

"Ouch," he says, watching her as she keeps trying to apologize and stop laughing. "I'm pouring my heart out here, Pipes..."

"I know, I know," she says, finally getting it under control. "I am not laughing at you. honest." She insists. "it's just... it's kind of funny that you think that, because they're totally into you too."

he blinks at her.

"...seriously?" he asks skeptically. Piper is already nodding intently.

"oh yeah." Leo can tell she's serious, he just doesn't understand how she got from point a to point b yet.

"It's an Aphrodite thing. I can always sense when someone has a crush on someone else." she sighs softly. "the air feels... warmer when you're in love. It smells like... like rose water, and summer rain. but if it's one sided, it's like... it's almost like a heater and an air conditioner blowing at each other."

she lets out a dry, sheepish laugh.

"it took me weeks to find out that we can't use it on ourselves."

he remembers that, when they first came to camp and she was freaking out about if she and Jason actually even liked each other, or if it was just implanted memories and forced proximity.

"feeling love, raw, real love from everyone around you but the person you want it from is..."

he laughs again.

"discouraging." he finishes.

"exactly."

it's quiet for a moment.

"so..." he trails off, wondering if you really like him too. Piper scoffs and turns to look at him.

"it's like two rockets butt to butt. red hot on both ends."

he noticed it after that. he noticed the way you'd glance at him when you thought he wasn't looking, how you'd go out of your way to bump into him, or linger when you didn't have to just to be around him a little more. so he did what he does best.

he started flirting the shit out of you. but only for a day or two. after that it quickly turned into wooing, then straight up sweeping you off your feet.

Leo's attention and affection seem to come at you like a downpour (not that you're complaining). he's suddenly all over you. he's making you little trinkets, pulling stunts just to show off for you, stealing you away for walks through the woods or to show you what he's working on in bunker 9 (which is basically like asking you to marry him. if he's showing you what he's working on in bunker 9 you might as well be married with three kids and twins on the way.)

and you are just so happy to be with him. he makes you so happy, feel so warm and excited, he starts consuming your every thought. his touch lingers, warm and familiar. on your arms, your shoulders, your hands, the small of your back. wherever his hands fall on you, wherever his fingertips playfully poke or brush under the flimsy guise of a leaf getting tangled in your hair, you feel it for days afterwards.

every time he doubles down, you simply... don't pick up on it. he has to go back to Piper at least six more times to confirm you actually do want him like he desperately wants you. she finds your obliviousness so hilarious she makes everyone in the aphrodite cabin promise not to interfere - much to Leo's annoyance - just to watch this play out. whenever you and Leo are alone, you're actually alone with half the aphrodite cabin observing from afar with opera glasses and popcorn.

eventually he just bites the bullet. he takes your pretty face in his hands, he tells you he likes you, he really likes you, he like likes you. you still don't get it. he tells you he has a crush on you. you still think he's being sweet and flirty and playful. he looks you dead in the eyes and says he thinks he's falling in love with you. you're like yeah! so like... falling in love in a.... friend.... way?? he squeezes his eyes closed for a moment trying not to let his pent up feelings and cuteness aggression win. he lets out a breathy laugh and looks at you very seriously and intensely and tells you no, not quite. falling in love with you in a romantic way. and he's gonna kiss you now, okay? not a playful platonic friend kiss, a falling in love with you kiss.

and motherfucker does he deliver. he pulls you so close, his lips are so soft and warm against yours. he doesn't even bother pulling away before he goes in for more. your head is spinning and his lips and his hands are everywhere. he's pulling you into his lap and leaning over you and you're holding onto him for dear life, whining and panting into his mouth. when you both reluctantly, agonizingly have to pull away for air, he keeps his hands on your cheeks, caressing your skin, breathing in the scent of your breath, keeping his forehead pressed to yours where his soft curls tickle your face.

"do... um..." you swallow thickly, struggling to speak as your breath heaves. "d-do you, uh-"

whatever you're trying to ask, he can tell you're nervous.

"'s okay," he murmurs, kissing your cheek, your ear, your jaw. "tell me."

he encourages you so tenderly, so honestly that you feel the rare sensation of your anxiety, your fear of misinterpreting signals or overstepping or being presumptuous melt away.

"I feel like you might have maybe a little crush on me...?" you breathe out.

he freezes, his mouth still sucking hickeys into your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin, you can feel his laugh vibrating through your body from your throat.

"that... is a huge understatement," he mumbles into your neck. "but yes. I do."

he presses one more lingering kiss right below your ear and pulls back enough to look at you again, stroking your cheek, playing with your hair.

"a really, really big little crush."

you find out later that everyone at camp fully believed you were already dating (and just really bad at soft launching). you also find out the aphrodite cabin had a whole bet pool going on about when you'd finally get together. expect to never hear the end of it.

[padmerry]

Was Caryn Pines a good or a bad mom to the Stan twins?

Stan introduces us to Caryn’s character by describing her in the following words: “Mom was a pathological liar, which served her well as a phone psychic.” She is also, canonically, a kleptomaniac. “Pathological liar” and “kleptomaniac” aren’t the first terms you think of when you picture a stereotypical housewife back in the day, are they? So that’s already proof she can’t be put in a box together with the “women of her time.”

Let’s get this out of the way: she does not fear Filbrick and people should stop using that as an excuse for her actions (or lack thereof). But she isn’t totally uncaring, either. I present you a canon analysis of the relationship between Caryn and her kids under the cut!

Usually, the possibility of Filbrick being abusive towards Caryn is a headcanon born not out of any canon evidence, so to speak, but specifically the need to excuse Caryn not intervening as Stan was being kicked out, even though she watched it happen, just as Ford did. However, this is not what we see in the comics:

Caryn initiating the kiss/affectionate physical contact, and smiling brightly and genuinely to the camera.

And, again:

She’s presumably alone with Filbrick here, again initiating affectionate physical contact, and looking at him with an expression that can only be described as very tender.

In both panels, she doesn’t look afraid of him at all. Not even remotely. She knows the man she married and she loves him. I think this might confuse a lot of people given what we know of Filbrick, but in plenty of relationships irl, a man will hit his children and then turn around and call his wife affectionate pet names; an abusive parent will see their children as beneath them to discipline as cruelly as they please but see their spouse as much more of an equal in the family structure.

I know a few of you might be thinking that these two panels don’t represent the totality of their home life/the relationship between Filbrick and Caryn. After all, there is abuse in “loving” marriages as well, right? It’s a complex situation. And I would agree with you, if we were talking about real life instead of a cartoon. Gravity Falls is a cartoon and all its characters are fictional and 2D, lacking the complexity of real humans—what we know about them is what is shown to us by the writers, and what is shown to us is intended to represent the characters in their totality and dictate how the audience should interpret them. We’re meant to fill in the gaps using what is offered to us as a basis. While you are free to headcanon Caryn as being abused by Filbrick, it doesn’t have any canon evidence to back it up, simply because the writers did not mean to imply that. If they did, she would have been written differently.

Take as an example Mrs. Gleeful (Gideon’s mom), who, despite not being abused, seems plenty terrified of the events happening around her:

The GF Wiki describes her as “paranoid, traumatized and disturbed” right off the bat. It isn’t subtle at all, because it’s a cartoon. Caryn, on the other hand, doesn’t show the barest hint of fear. On the contrary, they make a point of showing her happy with her husband and her family, overall.

When I focus on a Watsonian approach, I sometimes wonder if Caryn might not have been intended as a questionable mother, but that a questionable mother was simply the woman we ended up with given the writers’ lack of thought about their side characters and/or struggle to write female characters compared to male ones. I’m not entirely sure about that, though; a friend once pointed out Filbrick and Caryn are exactly the kind of parents you would expect the Stan Pines you knew up to AToTS to have, intended to sort of explain the two sides of his personality to the audience: a father packed to the gills with toxic masculinity and a lying, cheating mother. One thing I’m certain was intended, though (and if Alex ever releases canon material retconning this fact, it will be just that: a retcon), is that Caryn does love Filbrick.

In conclusion, she probably didn’t want to leave or divorce Filbrick, either. Not because she couldn’t or was afraid to, but because it was her choice to stay with him.

Now, can we blame her for that? That’s complicated too, I believe. I don’t think that physical punishment, even if severe, would be automatically be seen as abuse or anything of the sort in whatever period their lives took place, 1950s or 60s (Alex is insistent on the fact the show isn’t supposed to have an actual timeline, but an “emotional” one). I think this can be applied to a lot of other behaviors. I’ve seen many older adults saying, in my country, that “back in their day” an adult could silence their child with just a single look, just by raising their eyebrow. I don’t know how things were in the USA, but I bet kids were expected to be more “respectful” and “obedient” and a lot of what would be considered abuse nowadays was then considered an acceptable way of raising a respectable citizen. So Caryn, too, might have interpreted her husband’s behavior as his way of “toughing up” the boys.

I personally headcanon (emphasis on headcanon! I always keep headcanon and analysis neatly separated, and we’ll soon return to the analysis) Caryn as having Stan as her favorite. Most people with siblings seem to think there’s always a favorite one for each parent, and we know of her canonically being affectionate with Stan! She’s the one who says he has “personality,” who calls him her “little free spirit,” who asks about him to the principal when Ford himself doesn’t. She’s one of the only two people who attend his fake funeral, according to the TBoB site, and the other person was an IRS agent. On the other hand, we know virtually nothing about her feelings for Ford in particular/specific, other than the fact she at the very least doesn’t feel negatively about him—no nicknames, no praise, not much of anything. I like to think Ford is not disliked, but Stan is her baby. It makes sense to me because Stan was a talented and creative liar, like her, while she couldn’t relate much to studious Ford. (It’s also fun to give Ford mommy issues, hahah. It would be pretty ironic if, while Stan is confessing to Ford about how upset he feels that Ford is Filbrick’s fave, Ford was internally harboring similar suspicions towards their mom.)

Back to the analysis—these are the two instances in which we see her acting as a mom, in TBoB and the comics respectively:

In the first picture, she’s smiling at the camera with one of her babies crying in the background. In the second, she doesn’t seem very bothered by the fact her troublemaker kids are “sneaking out” (very probably so Filbrick doesn’t see them) to “fight the devil.” She doesn’t even ask for more information or scolds them for climbing down a sheet from their window (when they could easily fall and get seriously hurt), just tells them to be back home by dinner.

I think she did love them in her own way (she wouldn’t have been one of the two people to show up to Stan’s fake funeral otherwise, since there was no benefit in doing that), but that way of hers was clearly not the stereotypical, overprotective, nagging mother hen way. I see her characterized as some sort of Mrs. Weasley from Harry Potter far too often (probably because people have an idealized concept of How A Good Mother Should Behave in their minds, and with the lack of canon information about Caryn, that’s the default set for her), when truly her style of parenting seems closer to Grunkle Stan’s style of grunkling.

As an example, Stan smiling and reassuring himself as the kids fight like crazy in the background:

Except, of course, that she was a woman and didn’t have Stan’s weird hangups about masculinity, so she wouldn’t shy away from being more openly affectionate, cooing, praising.

Except, also, that she didn’t intervene when her kid was kicked out, while Grunkle Stan, who does everything for his family and is unflinchingly loyal to it (even to his own detriment), absolutely would have intervened in her place.

She sounds confused, a bit concerned, but again, she was not afraid to make her presence known and walk into the scene and ask what was going on as her husband was visibly very angry. Her tone is not of a panicking or scared woman.

Then, Stanley calls for Ford to defend him, not her. Ford, his brother, same age as him, who was at the moment beyond furious with him and very unlikely to show any compassion. Ford, whose attempts to change Filbrick’s mind would more likely than not have been unsuccessful. Not Caryn, adult, who probably had much greater sway over Filbrick. They say a child’s first instinct is to call for their mama. Clearly not in this case!

I’ve seen many people headcanon that Stan kept in contact with her, or else Ford couldn’t possibly have known Stan’s address. I think they might be forgetting the magic omniscient Mailbox! That’s my own headcanon to how Ford managed to get it. (Frankly, I don’t think the writers thought too much about it, so I doubt there’s an official explanation; if there is one in the future, it’ll be a retcon for sure. That’s how GF works.)

Think of Stanford Pines’ character and how he operates, how he always avoids asking for help, how self-sufficient he always attempts to be. He has two options: one involving phoning his mom and asking for his twin’s address and fueling gossip/assumptions that he was ready to reconcile with Stan, and another one than involved just Ford himself and supernatural/magic means, like an old, magic mailbox. Which of the two is more likely to be his choice, especially in his paranoid state? (And speaking of the mailbox, Ford wouldn’t necessarily have had to ask it about Bill’s weaknesses. By the time he needed Stan’s address, he had already tried using many of Bill’s canon weaknesses against him and failed, so he wasn’t struggling due to lack of knowledge.)

When Bill threatens Ford, he says no one would miss him if he died out there in the snow, which implies that, at least from Ford’s point of view, that would be believable (since Bill wouldn’t brag about something absurd and meaningless but something that he assumed could actually hurt Ford):

Bill mentions, in that order: Fiddleford abandoning Ford, Filbrick not wanting Ford to return without millions, and Ford’s lack of friends. No mention of either Stan or Caryn. If you want to be more charitable towards Caryn, perhaps this is Bill refusing to remind Ford of any person that could possibly love him. Even then, Ford’s mind doesn’t immediately go to Stan (presumably because of their fight) nor to Caryn (presumably because of Ford’s estrangement from his family) as a denial/protest against Bill’s words.

Ford also admits he had abandoned their family to become a recluse:

Caryn was very likely included in the “family” he felt like he had abandoned.

I’m not saying that Stan wasn’t keeping in contact with her, but that if you choose to think he was, that’s also a headcanon. I personally can see it, since Stan is a character who always prioritized family above all, while Ford was growing increasingly isolated and estranged from them.

Ultimately, when it comes to Caryn, I think her character depends a bit on Filbrick’s. The worse you headcanon Filbrick to be, the worse it looks for her as a mother. Fortunately for her in my case, I don’t headcanon Filbrick to be a stereotypical monster that beat his sons black and blue all the time. I think he sucked at parenting, but not exaggeratedly so, and in a way that could still be socially acceptable back then.

Meanwhile, in the fandom, I think there’s a tendency to portray Filbrick as Terribly Bad and Caryn as Undoubtedly Good, demonizing one and idealizing the other to the point you stop and wonder: how did this wonderful, perfect woman even marry this man? I believe the black & white extreme contrast is appealing, in a poetic sort of way—a helpless saint stuck with a monster—but not that realistic considering their situation.

It’s also more comforting to imagine her as extra motherly to compensate for the fact Filbrick was so terrible. Shermie also gets this treatment, in a way, being headcanoned as a very protective older brother that would often defend the twins from his father’s wrath. It’s just... sad to imagine our beloved blorbos Stan and Ford didn’t get much protection at all.

I don’t believe they were very protected, but I also believe that Filbrick also wasn’t that terrible. That time in which he attempted to “sell” Stan after he got a bad grade (according to the TBoB website), for example? I doubt he was actually selling the boy. Way more likely that he was humiliating the boy, which is obviously very, very bad, alright, but not to the levels of actual child trafficking.

I actually can see Caryn intervening in certain occasions, telling her husband to chill, that this time Stan (his favorite victim, despite the fact Ford also suffered with his expectations in a different way) was innocent, that they were just kids, but not forcefully so. Not in an “insistently, angrily putting her foot down” way. You could, of course, also headcanon Filbrick was that terrible but threatened the boys so they didn’t tell their mom and Caryn remained blissfully unaware of the worst—if that’s your cup of tea. Even if she were unaware of the worst, though, there are things she surely wouldn’t have missed while living under the same roof as Filbrick and the Stans without plausible justification, so I wouldn’t abuse that excuse.

It’s also possible to me that she knew some of it and started deceiving herself and coming up with explanations to soothe her own mind, perhaps even dissociating a little. She wouldn’t want her Filbrick to be a terrible father, so she pretended that he wasn’t. This hypothesis, ironically, would give her a fitting similarity to her son Ford: the worst liar is the one who lies to herself.

I’m not a great fan of the idealization of Caryn as a mother because that’s somewhat sexist to me. You know, how mothers are definitely treated differently than fathers, and often put on a “can do no wrong” pedestal with higher expectations? Society often forgets that women with children are people first, mothers second. I think it’s possible for a female character that is also a mom to be a good character but not that good of a mom. Caryn, imo, gives off more cool wine aunt vibes than she does motherly momma.

But we know that, despite her shortcomings, she does cherish her family.

Stan and Ford probably have many fond memories of her, such as this one in TBoB:

At least we can assume that, despite her husband’s idea of a Hanukkah present being actual cinder-blocks, which Ford felt the need to mention to the reader, Caryn herself must have gotten them more decent/normal gifts with the budget they had.

Or here, in J3, where we can probably assume Caryn was included in the “family” that attempted to comfort Ford about his extra fingers (I can’t imagine Filbrick being this sentimental):

Narratively speaking, I believe she loved her boys and her boys loved her, but not enough to take away Stan’s protagonism in Ford’s life and Ford’s protagonism in Stan’s life. They’re meant to rely mostly on each other, to the point Alex confessed in HanaHyperfixates’ and ThatGFFan’s interview that he didn’t elaborate on Shermie’s character because Stan & Ford were meant to part of a duo against the world and an extra sibling would alter that dynamic:

She is also described as a “caring mother and kleptomaniac” on this Lost Legends website that I believe few people know about the existence of (the same that revealed her full name to be “Caryn Romanoff Pines”), but considering Alex’s acidic/sarcastic tone I don’t know if we’re meant to take the “caring” adjective very seriously. Especially because he has said before, in the DVD extras (AToTS commentary), that Stan attempted to get from the public “the affection he never got from his family and lost with his brother.” (Such statements seem conflicting with each other, so I prefer a middle ground approach.)

In terms of Shermie, I remember asking Rob or somebody at some point, like, “Would Shermie be here, logically? Do we have to see him?” I don’t really wanna see him. I’m not interested in that. I’m interested in Stan and Ford being—sort of having only each other and then losing each other because of their different life paths.

I think the suggestion was, “Maybe Shermie would be a baby. Maybe that would happen.” And being like, “okay sure.”

That said, I also believe people don’t get that. I’m tired of this being my experience in this fandom:

(Sorry, I had to include a meme.)

She’s excused for not intervening that night even as her seventeen-year-old son, Ford, is not extended the same courtesy. She’s also often put on a pedestal for... being present at her own child’s funeral? It’s ironic how, despite her fanon self being idealized by the fandom as mothers are idealized by society irl, her canon self is treated by the fandom as fathers are treated by society irl: the bare minimum becomes cause for celebration.

It might sound like I’m being too harsh on her, but I didn’t write this to attack Caryn. On the contrary, I think it’s very, very nice that her character is so difficult to pin down, as either a fully bad or a fully good mother. She has nuance, imo, and that’s a very delicate trait for any fictional character to have because the fandom never handles it well. Why? Fandoms in general prefer drama over nuance. (I’ve seen the contrary happening, too: a few fans getting so fed up with fanon Caryn that they decided to write her as completely uncaring.)

Ultimately, my own answer to the question posed in the title is: neither, but at least she (probably) loved them. Reading all of this, different people might have reached different conclusions, deeming her as either good or bad. That’s just proof, imo, of how hard it is to crack her. Good for her.

[adonisnt]

glimpse of us.

stsg drabble </3 wrote this a few years back when i had a hundred degree fever & before i ever refined my writing style so forgive the quality.

tags: canon compliant. angst w/ no comfort. singular drug mention. gojo coping w/ sex (it doesn’t work) but no outright nsfw—only referenced. unhealthy coping mechanisms in general. based on joji’s ‘glimpse of us.’ unedited.

wc: 599 words

not much fills satoru up, these days.

money doesn’t do it. drugs don’t do it—not anymore, anyway, and not in the ways that matter. new interests satisfy him for a little while, sure, but in time those interests, too, bore him. nothing captivates his attention, nothing gives him purpose, and nothing keeps him alive, let alone happy, in the way suguru geto did.

suguru geto, however, is long gone, and gojo is surprisingly stubborn for a man with no real motivation for anything at all anymore.

it’s there in the dark that he finds some sort of purpose or cause, and it is in the bodies of others that, for a little while, gojo finds a heart. so he throws himself into those open arms, pretends the dark hair of his newest fascination belongs to suguru, imagines the compliments are from suguru’s lips, dreams that the person he will wake up next to—whomever they are, this time around—is his suguru, and not some stranger from the red light district. every body can be geto’s when the lamps are dimmed and the blinds are closed, and every ‘i love you’ and hug and desperate fuck can be from geto if gojo just wishes it so, even if he knows that he’s just passing the time until—until the impossible, he admits.

still, he keeps trying, keeps sleeping his way through his bitterness. it’s not like he has anything left to lose: what can an untouchable person lose after their one weak spot is gone? and besides, there’s times where it even works. times where his newest fuck buddy turns rain into rainbows, or where another adores him and savors his glory, in the ways he had been trying to recreate. eventually, though, he ends things, says he’s moved on and totally fine.

gojo even manages a few relationships, for a little while.

well, he calls them relationships; shoko calls them all just one long act of masochism, and even if she’s right, gojo lets the heartbreak play out in real time, over and over and over again, because man, somehow in breakups he is finally destructible, finally mortal.

somehow in breakups he feels suguru, and it’s enough to keep those memories clean, bright. alive.

it’s in these messy breakups that he feels suguru again, because only suguru would check him and his hedonism, his reckless abandon and sly smirks at ill-opportune times. gojo has enough sense, at times, to recognize when he’s throwing away someone who might actually be good for him—someone who saw him not as a hero, but as a lonely man, as an addict itching for something intrinsically irreplaceable. and yet, even in the angry eyes of his latest ex, all satoru can see is the gaze of his suguru. in the screaming and ‘i hate you’s, he finds a validation of sort, because each nasty split only reaffirms that suguru really was his one and only.

then, satoru had known that suguru was his long before the curse eater had died. there was no truth that gojo believed more than that, even after all this time.

how could there be anyone else, anyone other than suguru geto?

it is this persistence of memory that does him in.

because, after all that time, after all of the heartbreaks and mourning and addictions and relapses and regret, geto finds gojo once more on that train platform in shibuya.

and it’s there, in the seconds before the prison realm finally contains him, that satoru gojo finally finds a glimpse of what could’ve been: gojo and geto, geto and gojo, forever.

[misaneeragoni]

Gamer Doflamingo

I don't know what exactly it was that possessed me that went like TOXIC ASSHOLE GAMER DOFLAMINGO. DRAW; DRAW, DRAWWWWWW!!!! but it was a thing and so as you do, I listened to the voices.

Once I was done drawing it, more and more ideas kept popping into my head about it, please enjoy this Gamer Doflamingo AU:

(Content warning: Very toxic, sexist, derogatory, your average league of legends experience)

Since this guy discovered multiplayer games, countless hundreds to thousands of individuals have suffered to him. Companies tried to shadow ban him multiple times but he keeps popping up with new VPNs (his stream viewers want to see just how toxic he'll get, after all.)

He knows every slur in the book and boy does he use them frequently.

He's the sort of creep that will address every female gamer in the room as "baby girl" and will demand to be called "daddy" in turn.

He does elo boosting in return for nudes. Which he then sells on the black market (without anyone's consent, of course). This is how his black market empire started.

When he was younger he was mostly into the "your mom" flame, but he's evolved to be so much worse ever since then.

If somebody pisses him off sufficiently he'll ddox them and host a livestream where he burns the house of the respective person down. His catchphrase for this is "taking flame seriously"

His first channel was called 69xXDonquixoteFamilyXx69 on DofTube (his own platform, none other would be good enough for somebody as incredibly as him) but after he killed his father he changed to "ReformedJoker"

He does consider himself "reformed" and has a few account names referencing tyler1 and L9

When playing games with his associates / "friends", he won't hold back on being toxic towards them either. Vergo's totally into it (Doflamingo being aware of this) and I don't even want to disturb you with the details on how freaky those two get with that.

Every time he goes a bit too far out of line in insulting his "friends" while gaming, he'll apologize afterwards. Neither them nor him believe even for a split second that he truly means his apology, but they think it's a sign that he means well. Really he just wants them to keep playing with him so he can flame them some more.

Being the owner of DofTube, noone can take his stream down.

He has some dirt on the government (and some very effective death threats going around) so even though he's constantly burning houses down and ocassionally killing people for views, nobody really stops him. Not that they could, this man's freaking STRONG.

He's really not that good at gaming but his ego is absolutely through the roof. If you try to tell him that he sucks or even just give him advice on how to get better, you WILL be killed immediately (or hunted down if you're not in his immediate vicinity).

His stream viewers organize flash mobs that attack his critics.

In return, barely anyone is even brave enough to say anything negative about Doflamingo / his stream / the Donquixote Family

Sometimes the Donquixote Family members stream together.

Giolla has a lot of simps, which Baby 5 is quite jealous of

Baby 5 had / gets a lot of simps too but Doflamingo keeps killing them, that's his little girl to protect and god beware anyone so much as make one of the sexist remarks he himself constantly makes directed towards Baby 5

Favourite sayings:

- "go back to the kitchen"

- "hope your family dies of [disease]" (caesar is always happy to try and cook something up for Doflamingo)

- "in my country we stake these lobotomized apes"

- "sys" (string yourself - devil fruit reference, eh, could be more imaginative)

Phew! This got a little out of hand. I'm drawing on 10+ years of dealing with toxic internet strangers here, so I have a lot of resources to back this up on. Frankly some of the things I've heard I'd rather not repeat and disturb others with, even!

I'm SUPER tempted to turn this into a fanfiction, will see how that goes. So sorry that I haven't updated / written anything in a hot minute, I keep being sick and tired all the time so I'm not getting anything done :(

[idontcaboose]

Haunted Car Au part 13

Previous. Masterpost

“You done figuring out the sound files yet?” Duke asked while tapping on the hood of the Batmobile.

He was excited to hear a campy “Yes, Sir!” Come out of the open windows of the car.

“Neat, first off, any files that have your name in it?” He was a little disappointed, but still snorted to hear the tragic ‘Noooooo’ from Darth Vader.

“I think Red Robin has some pronoun type files in there, what are yours?” A mix of sir’s, dude's, and bro's were played until Duke had to stop the guy.

“Ok, what about age?” He wasn't expecting to get a straight answer, but when the car played a Scooby-Doo cut of ‘those meddling kids’, he was confused.

“So a kid?” Duke questioned. He got a weird mix of 'Ehhh', 'Kinda', and 'close enough' type files.

“We can worry about that later, any ideas how you got stuck?” A short ‘Nope’ with a pop on the P played.

Talking to the car guy was strange. Getting answers could be easy or turn into 20 questions trying to clarify an answer. So far, Duke knew the person:

is male or male presenting

a meta

has no clue how he possessed the car

has a good understanding of current memes

was possibly in their teens (probably a bit younger than Duke, but older than Daimian)

was a street kid? (When asked where he lived the car played “Why should I worry” from an older Disney movie about homeless animals in New York or something. He had to look it up.)

has a good sense of humor

and is taking their situation in stride.

Duke really had to wonder what their life has been where this is not a vast problem to fix…. And whether or not he should argue his ‘notification tone’ being a choir singing.

He really does not get paid enough for this, but it is better than the other stuff Gotham throws at the Bats.

“Mind if I get you up on the lift and check the engine? Might give us some clues.” After an affirmative from the car guy, Duke got to work.

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[silvertherogue715]

Yippie more O' Medusa drawings!!

Probably one of my last big batches for a while :')

@naffeclipse, happy early birthday and i hope you enjoy your blorbos!

Previous art of these two: First - Second - Third - Bad end

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lautski on the bus

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Thanks @zarvasace! :)

1. How many works on AO3? 58! Though taking into account things like whumptober collections and other oneshots... the actual number is definitely over 100, possibly close to 200 XD

2. Total AO3 word count? 738,361!

3. Top 5 fics by kudos:

Brethren in a cradle, about the chain accidentally acquiring a baby is first, which is kinda cool because it’s probably one of my more self-indulgent fics? I’m just happy other people like the idea as much as I do :)

Because They Aren’t Suffering Enough in Canon (Linkeduniverse Whumptober 2022) is second, which I personally consider to be one of the best whumptober years I’ve done, so I’m happy to see it up here :)

Accidental domestication is third, which is just about the chain having encounters with wolves that should not be as nice as they are XD It’s silly and honestly a bit cracky, but it’s got a little whump in there too so it’s got something for everyone I guess!

Fourth is Always Darkest Before the Dawn (Linked Universe Whumptober 2023), more whump! There’s some good fics in here, some of my favorites honestly, and several with multiple parts so I think that keeps people coming back to it. I guess lol.

And fifth is actually Troubled Waters, which I’m kinda surprised about? I like some of the other mer legend fics I’ve done better XD Though when I wrote it, there were only a handful of mer Legend fics out there, so I think it filled a niche.

4. What fandoms do you write for? Pretty much just Zelda these days, though I started with ninjago!

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to but I’m so forgetful 😔 at this point I have so many I haven’t responded to I doubt I’ll ever catch up, but I try to keep up with them at least a little bit.

6. Fic with the angstiest ending: Probably this one whumptober fic where I ah... killed Epona. It’s vey angsty. Very.

7. Fic with the happiest ending: ...most of them? XD I usually try for a happy ending in my fics, or at least a satisfying one. It’s not technically finished yet, but I think a Royal Castletown wedding probably has the most triumphant one.

8. Do you get hate? Only from a bot one time. I’ve had some odd comments before, but nothing truly hateful.

9. Do you write smut? nooooope.

10. Do you write crossovers? Do AUs count. Because if so then that’s a resounding yes. Otherwise, no.

11. Ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, and I hope it stays that way.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Again, not to my knowledge. That’d be neat though!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Sort of? I’ve had people help me with fics, and I’ve helped them in turn, but I don’t know if I’ve ever done anything that could truly be called co-written.

14. All-time favorite ship? Zelink, to nobody’s surprise I’m sure. It’s really like ten ships in a trench coat though, and I like some kinds more than others. Skyward sword is my favoritest :]

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have this one fic about Time and Legend being captured and tortured while the rest of them think they’re dead that’s like 3/4ths done, but I really don’t know if I’m ever going to finish it up. I should probably post what I’ve got so people can at least read the first four or so chapters, heh.

16. Writing strengths? Hm, I feel like I’m pretty good at dialogue? And fight scenes give me grief, but once I sit down and focus on them I feel like I can write a pretty good one.

17. Writing weaknesses? Descriptions 😩 I feel like I never know where to put them, like no matter what I do it seems like it’s interrupting the flow of things, and I really have to fight to fit them in in a way that makes sense.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? It’s fine? I don’t really know enough other languages to enjoy it, but it’s fine. It’s not quite the same but I’ve written a handful of things with some random non-English words, though only one published thing.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Warrior cats, which consisted of about two handwritten pages and then I gave up and never wrote anything fic-like again until I was 18, and wrote a ninjago fic. And then started writing lu stuff. And then I was doomed for life XD

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? I can’t pick, good grief! I mean I’m fond of all my Incredibles au stuff, my mermaid legend fics are fun to reread, all my whumptobers are crazy to look back on, kitty wind is silly but angsty, hdw I’ve had lots of fun with plot and stuff... but I probably have to say brethren in a cradle.

I had the idea for it during the worst summer of my life, and part of what kept me going was that urge to share the silly idea I’d started to write, and the fact that other people also love it means so much to me. I love going back and reading the chapters of it I’ve managed to publish, and just working on it in general. It’ll always be special to me.

No pressure tagging @telemna-hyelle @hero-of-the-wolf @wolfwarden @adrift-in-thyme @only-lonely-stars <3

I have been tagged by @batrogers!!

1. How many works on AO3? 241

2. Total AO3 word count? 1.25mil. Almost to my 3rd AO3 anniversary :D (that's around 1,170 words every day for three years, not counting nonpublished words! Proud of that rate, even if it's slowing.)

3. Top 5 fics by kudos:

Status? about Four. I think this one hits the sweet spot for a lot of people: not too long, a bit angsty, but sweet.

so i admit that the mud didn't do much for me, about Hyrule. Actually the first fic I ever posted on this account, it's silly and I'm surprised to see it so high

incandescently happy, a post-LU happy ending. Posted little chapters every day for like a month which kept it in people's feeds so I think that's why it's so high

what is a stump supposed to do, a random Hyrule & Four one, honestly baffled why it's up here

Rise and Shine and Fall, my successful (by that I mean actually wrote and posted every day on schedule) Whumptober 2022 extravaganza compilation. I posted it all in one work, so it's higher than most other whump fics of mine, but there's a lot in it!

4. What fandoms do you write for? Zelda. In the past I wrote a tiny bit of Danny Phantom and a fair amount of FE3H!

5. Do you respond to comments? Always!! I admit to being SO VERY BEHIND right now, a couple months' worth. I'm trying to keep up on new ones, but I've had some beautiful wonderful readers going through my catalog and I can't always keep up!! XD

6. Fic with the angstiest ending: I don't write a lot of negative endings, so I think this badge goes to Counterbalance, my LU Darks AU. I'm actually fully in love with this fic, it's probably the best mix of silly and angsty I've ever written. It's full of what are essentially OCs but they're all my babies and I love them.

7. Fic with the happiest ending: incandescently happy, post-LU. The whole fic is essentially a fix-it ending, though LU doesn't have an ending yet. XD

8. Do you get hate? A couple silly comments trying to tell me I'm doing things wrong, but not really no! Oh, also can't forget the ask I got that was "Remember that Jesus is your first reader." I think that was meant to be passive aggressive but there's a chance it was meant like, genuinely? Not sure.

9. Do you write smut? Nah. And I don't plan to. Not my thing! Closest I get are vampire bites XD

10. Do you write crossovers? I swear I've done more but the only ones on my AO3 are a Vidow fic done in an original world (Nothing New Under the Sun (crystals, dumplings, jewelry)), and Blood-Sucker's Guide to High School, a Vidow retelling of a very fun vampire novel.

11. Ever had a fic stolen? Nope, but I did have one of my Vidow fake fic book covers stolen for someone's fake fiverr listing. Got it taken down with a DMCA but I was like, why

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Oh plenty. @enrolio and I spent most of 2020-21 lockdowns and beyond cowriting, mostly original stories (1.7mil) but a lot of fic, too (nothing published, but almost 400k worth.) We're currently in the process of working on a big epic original fantasy series, though that's a long-term project. @batrogers and I have done a few alt-POV-type projects too, which have been super duper fun!! Hope to do more.

In that vein too, I feel like the Bad End Links kind of qualify here—so much of the characters and their stories were brainstormed collaboratively and so many friends have contributed details and fics and art, it feels like a fun group project! I've really enjoyed working on it. :D (the encouragement and hype for it also helps a lot!! I'm really hoping to finish this big project out!)

14. All-time favorite ship? Ahhhh a harder question than you'd think, tbh, even if you're limiting it to fic. I've written the most for Vidow, and they're definitely up there (same with Fourdow though I've done less with them.) I do have to admit that Linhardt/Byleth might take the cake, though. They were the first ship I was ever actually obsessed with, and the first romantic pairing I wrote in fic.

I just really adore Linny in general, and I love how the pairing continues and closes off some of the themes in the Crimson Flower route of FE3H. That's the only route where Byleth doesn't become archbishop-slash-dictator, and I think choosing to live life in a small cottage, not particularly contributing too much to the government, builds nicely upon the themes of becoming human and choosing your own destiny, themes that are really missing from the other routes.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My old AO3 account (a couple FE3H fics and not much else) has a series where I wrote the beginning of a fic and then had several different endings planned, each a different ship with Linhardt, but I only ever wrote one. I'd love to read the rest but I have too many other fics calling my name!

16. Writing strengths? Um... Volume and speed? Also AUs. I think I can call myself good at fitting characters into new settings. Also fight scenes are fun and I think I do them well.

17. Writing weaknesses? I feel somewhat weak in the plotting and style realms.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? You can't count on a reader to know not-tagged languages, so that has to be accounted for in the text.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Danny Phantom, in high school or maybe just after. That's late for a lot of fic writers but... there are reasons for that, and a different discussion!!

20. Favorite fic you've ever written? This is an extremely rude question, because I love so many for different reasons. I write things I want to read!! Counterbalance (for the tone) and Blood-Sucker's Guide (for the finished novel plot) are up there but I linked them above, so I'll take the chance to call out a different few—Marvelous Misadventures is way up there, a Wind-focused modern with magic AU. I promise I'm still working on that last chapter (and the epilogue), I just gotta throw everything else aside one month and buckle down. Maybe June, I don't have any fic events planned and 06/23 was the last update. I think some earlier chapters need a refresh as well, once I have the ending written.

I'll also toss White Walls (medwhump, "non consensual body modification: the fic") into this category for how long it is and how proud I am to have finished even a collection this long, and a long walk, a Linked Nexus fic where I did so much math and had so much fun with it. :D

Tagging: @silvrash-797 @toyouhellohowareyou @nopenototdaysatan @skyward-floored :)

[crispycrunchers]

Sauron/Annatar x Galadriel

Okay I lied I'm not waiting until Sunday

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NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

NO ONE ELSE CAN HELP YOU

(objectober 2024 day 20: dream)

[chiropteracupola]

There is a line of fathers / Just behind my shoulders / I CAN FEEL THEIR BREATH ON MY NECK.

[a kay for @mortiscausa's 'march to camelot,' for the prompt 'family']