#so its like a themed gift yk

[neofelis----nebulosa]

ugh ai has taken over the jigsaw puzzle industry

[madelynpryor]

hey man are you any amount of schoolwork because looking at you makes me unable to breathe (gifted kid burnout rizz)

[nomaishuttle]

oh my gd nooo cut this bitch out

[malliluvs]

♡ sanrio obsessed reader x ellie headcanons

im not sure why but i think this is super cute though and i love the thought of ellie just being really confused but also thinking its cute AAAHH this is also super super short idk, i thought it was cute, also im working on like 3 other ellie fanfics so !!!! might be done with the first one tn, im not sure, im kind of tired.

nsfw headcanons at the end (i'll put a warning before !)

she'd be really confused when she went into your room for the first time

like, she knew you were all cutesy, but this was to another level

she'd be really amazed by your plushie collection, and your bedding, with your sanrio themed blankets and throw pillows

she'd pick up one of your my melody plushie

"doll, what's this one called?" she said, holding it up.

she does not remember a single one of their names besides hello kitty, she would ask you the names but then just forgets, so she makes nicknames for them.

pompompurin would be pumpkin, cinamaroll would be poodle, exc.

idk why but i feel like she would call rilakkuma "freddy fazbear" as a joke but it just stuck

when she falls asleep on your plushie infested bed, you could cover her up with all of them, and burry her under them. when she wakes up she'd just pull you into them with her, and cover you up as punishment.

she constantly tells you that your room is so childish and unnecessarily pink (she absolutely loves it but is just too prideful to admit it)

whenever you gift her one of her favorite sanrio characters (which is definitely keroppi prove me wrong) she will complain and tell you how stupid it is, and how she has no use for it. but if you try and take it back she'll have a fit.

she secretly has a collection of all the plushies you give her on her bed that she falls sleep in but she hides whenever you come over

she gives you small gift baskets and leaves them in random places in your house, like really random, to the point where sometimes you wont find them for months, they'll be in the back of your cabinet or under your bed, and they'll just have extra plushies and knick knacks to add to your collection

she watches hello kitty and friends supercute adventures with you and cuddles (she'll be asleep or on her phone, just letting you enjoy yourself)

(NSFW UPCOMING!!!)

she'd keep you quiet by stuffing one of your plushies in your mouth

she would put her strap on your really big life sized rilakkuma plush and make you ride it

she sometimes sets up all your plushies and figurines up to watch you two, especially when you're being a brat, since you usually face them towards the wall so they can't see you two

she absolutely degrades you for it but then she'll praise you for it

ty for reading this weird idk little drabble i was just bored and was looking at my korilakkuma plush and was like "ellie would look really cute holding that" yk

[sandwicz]

Happy (Late) Birthday, Malleus!

this can be romantic or platonic yk if you can’t work out the design of the cake, its understandable; if u can, then yey

It is somewhat early January, probably a few days after Lilia’s birthday. After a merry celebration of the old peepaw’s birthday, you looked forward to the upcoming birthday of another special fae of the same month, Malleus ⁠Draconia, whom you fondly called Tsunotaro, much to Sebek’s dismay.

You were planning on gifting him something that he’d like or enjoy, maybe something useful to him or something related to his hobbies and/or interests. 

You decided that his gift would be somewhat about gargoyles. 

……..

The only problem is... you don’t know how you’re supposed to give him one related to gargoyles. 

According to Malleus, gargoyles wouldn’t be called gargoyles if it weren’t for the fact that they had a waterspout that projects from a roof and carries rainwater away from the walls of a building, whereas a decorative one would be called a grotesque. So it would be weird if you were to give him a gargoyle present; it would’ve been called a grotesque present instead, since it’s merely decoration and has no use whatsoever other than being a decoration or a mémoire. 

You’ve thought of a toy that would be up to your expectations and standards, but you can’t seem to find any on the internet, so instead, you resorted to making one. Toys are not easy to make; they are usually made of materials like plastic or wood. Unfortunately, you had no talent for making a toy or even carving wood. The WIP of the project ended up in nothing but a chaotic jumble of chipped wood that looked like it came out of a 5-year-old’s colouring book, its colours going out of line and all. 

Think of another idea, then. Food is quite easy to make. You then thought of any foods that you could make for your dear Malleus.

Malleus likes ice cream, and the only reason he dislikes cake is because there’s no one to share it with. A cake? That’s it! We can make an ice cream cake! One that can be shared with everyone. We can make it gargoyle-themed. We can make a structure or something. A cake that can be shaped into a house with it’s own gargoyle water spout!

It needs to be an ice cream cake with a strong structure. Maybe gingerbread with frosting. That can work! You smiled to yourself.

Now, we just need to design the gargoyle structure. It’s the main gift, after all. You decided to use a straw, cut it in half, and then stick it on the bottom edges of the roof, covering it in chocolate to fit the theme. You made a hole on the side of the semi-straw structure for the waterspout, aka the gargoyle.

You used another straw, cut it into a segment, and then put layers of chocolate on it to sculpt it into a gargoyle. You tried to mimic at least one of the gargoyles in Ramshackle, maybe simplifying it a little bit to not make it complicated, then stuck it into the hole you made.

Its going swimmingly. You plan on making it “rain” by maybe adding liquid to the roof, so the liquid would fall to the semi-shaped straws and flow into the gargoyle. You made sure to coat the roof with chocolate beforehand to make it somewhat liquid-proof. 

The liquid you planned to use would be milk. You added blue food colouring to it to add the cartoon-y water implication. You thought you’d let Malleus do the honors by pouring the milk onto the roof of the chocolate-coated gingerbread ice cream cake house.

After the blueprint/structure is decided, the only thing left to do is decoration.

…………………………………………………………………..

It is the day of his birthday, and everyone has gathered at the Diasomnia dorm to celebrate Malleus’s birthday. You were one who’d not want to attract unwanted attention, so you asked Malleus days beforehand if he was willing to celebrate his birthday in another location after his party in his dorm. He happily agreed to your request. 

He smiled while covering up his excitement with his words of amusement. You chuckled at his response. He can look so intimidating and frightful, yet at the same time he can look so adorable, like a little child excited when someone gives them sweets. Both of you exchanged conversations afterwards, saying goodbye after realizing it was already late.

At his birthday party, you greeted Malleus and happily wished him a happy birthday. You went to celebrate the party with him and the others: his dorm members, their friends, and some of your friends as well.

Once the participants of the party had all gone back to their dorms, all that’s left was the post-event melancholy of the celebration and its decorations. It was supposed to be cleaned once all the guests had left the party; however, the dorm members of Diasomnia all agreed to clean up the decorations tomorrow due to the fact that they were all exhausted. Although Malleus offered to clean up all the decorations simply with the snap of his fingers, all of them instantly disagreed; one hysterically loud shout can be heard in the background. They claimed that they shall not burden His Majesty in any way possible, and it is their duty to serve him instead. 

After the party started coming to an end, you decided to invite Malleus to Ramshackle, to celebrate one last moment before the day ends. This conversation, with the terrifically keen sense of hearing faes have, was heard by Lilia and Sebek; a dozing Silver beside them.

 

Sebek let out a squawk as if your invitation to Malleus was as scandalous as seeing a Victorian’s ankles before marriage. Sebek was about to strike you right there with his magic, before, fortunately, Lilia came to the rescue by holding Sebek back while calming him down with giggles. You then invited Lilia, Silver, and Sebek(Sebek agreed to your invitation “begrudgingly”; but all of you knew so well that he would sulk like a kicked puppy if he were to be left alone in the dorm. He agreed to come along with the four of you under the guise of being a bodyguard for Malleus, which, again, all of you knew wasn't the whole reason he wanted to come along with the four of you.). After wasting time convincing Sebek to join you, the five of you directly teleported to Ramshackle afterward with Malleus’ magic. Sebek was about to comment about letting Malleus teleport all of you with his magic, before he got dismissed by Malleus, reassuring him that it's all fine, and just a little favor he wanted to do for his friends.

…………………………………………………………………..

With Malleus’ magic, the five of you landed on the front porch of Ramshackle. You opened the door to find a sleeping Grim on the couch; he told you earlier that he wanted to go back first, even before the party ended, feeling unwell after eating so much food– to which you deduced that some of the delicacies might have been made by Lilia. Poor Grim. 

You then walked to the kitchen afterwards, Malleus following suit. He saw you open the fridge to reveal… a cake? 

You took out your prized masterpiece and showed it to them; you put the cake on a big baking pan on the counter so it could hold the “water” that was poured.

“It's a little thing I did in honor of your birthday,” you smiled at Malleus. 

“I know you enjoyed gargoyles, so I tried to make a cake that replicated how they work.”

This intrigued all four of the Diasomnia members. A little replication of a gargoyle in the form of a cake? How riveting!

“Kufufu, oh my, how curious, does this gargoyle figure here actually work like one?” commented Lilia, pointing at the gargoyle of the cake.

You expressed  a crooked smile, “I hope so,” you sighed.

You took out a tiny watering can from the fridge.

“The liquid inside smells like milk,” Silver pointed out.

“It's because it is!” You beamed, “I colored it with blue to give the ‘water’ its cartoon blue color, you know?”

You then approached Malleus, gently implying to him to take the watering can from your grip. You can’t hide your nervousness and excitement, so you smiled widely instead, restraining yourself from shaking or being jittery.

“So, you pour the milk into the house, as if it's raining, then you'll see what happens!” 

“Is that so? Am I pouring this correct- Ah. I see it now.”

Malleus smiled, his eyes lighting up as he saw the result of what he had done. The milk that was poured on top of the roof fell into the chocolate-covered straws that worked like a gutter. The milk then flowed towards the spout connected to the gutter, the gargoyle spout. The blue milk flowed out of the mouth of the chocolate gargoyle like how it would with a real gargoyle. 

Malleus’ eyes widened before crinkling as his smile grew even wider. A wave of emotion crashed over him, so intense that he felt like he might break down in happy tears. This feeling of warmth in his heart was a warmth he wasn’t sure he deserved, but one he cherished nonetheless.Unfortunately, it is not becoming for the heir of Briar Valley to act like so. So, in the end, he can only thank you, expressed in his most sincere voice and tone, with a nod of his head. 

Lilia, Silver, and Sebek were quite mesmerised with the cake you made. But on top of it, they were happy, happy at the fact that Malleus felt this way on his special day. 

Malleus was over the moon, his appreciation for you growing tenfold in that moment. The effort and time you had put into making this—just for him—was almost overwhelming. You had remembered his interests, understood what would bring him joy, and that alone was enough to solidify his devotion. He’d stay by your side for as long as you lived, and even beyond that—life and death be damned, he wasn’t going anywhere.

How could he not? You had been kind to him from the very beginning—his first real friend at NRC. He hoped, deep down, that it could one day evolve into something more, but for now, he cherished what they had. People were often scared of him, and even when they weren't, they never seemed to care much for his ramblings about his interests. But you, you actually listened! You understood him in a way no one else did. It was an actual gargoyle—one that worked like one! Your design might have been simpler, but it was unmistakably the same gargoyle perched on the back left side of Ramshackle.

How could he be so lucky to have met you? The thought made his heart swell. He wanted nothing more than to hold you close, to kiss your forehead in gratitude. He’d worship the very ground you walked on—no, scratch that. You were too precious to walk on dirt. He’d charm you, magic flowing from his hands, so you could soar freely through the skies instead. 

He was sure nothing else could make him happier than he was in that moment.

…

“Oh! And one more thing. I knew you liked ice cream, so this is an ice cream cake!”

The words had barely settled in the air before Malleus vanished. One second he was standing there, and the next—nothing. Only a flicker of green fireflies remained, twinkling for a brief moment before fading into the night.

… … …

The three of you stared at the empty space where he once stood. No one spoke. No one moved.

Lilia, however, let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. “Oh dear,” he mused, eyes twinkling with understanding. “It seems our little dragon has… retreated.”

Unfortunately, you were not Lilia; you couldn’t understand that sudden behaviour of his. According to that tiny little head of yours, there was only one possible explanation for Malleus' behavior—agitation.

Had you offended him? Was mentioning the cake a mistake? Should you have gone with a regular one instead? Panic bubbled in your chest as you stared at the empty space he had left behind, your mind scrambling for answers.

Lost in a whirlwind of overthinking, your mind raced through every possible reason for Malleus' reaction. You barely registered the sudden weight on your shoulder until it pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. Blinking through the blur of your vision, you made out only shades of pink, black, and red against the distant colors of your kitchen. A gentle chuckle followed.

“Cheer up, Prefect. I’ve never seen Malleus so happy before. Kufufu.”

You perked up at Lilia’s words, quickly rubbing your face with your hands to wipe away the stray tears. "What do you mean?" The question slipped out before you could stop it, curiosity pushing aside the lingering sorrow.

Lilia smiled knowingly. “He’s been experiencing many new things at this institution. One of them is this moment—happiness so overwhelming, he didn’t know how to process it.”

“So he just… disappeared like that?” You stared at him, incredulous. That couldn’t be right. Surely, he was joking. But the mischievous glint in his eyes told you otherwise.

A quiet voice finally broke the silence. Silver, who had been watching from the sidelines, offered a reassuring smile.

“Fa— er… Lilia is right.” His voice was steady, calm. “Don’t worry, Prefect. Malleus isn’t upset with you at all.”

Sebek grunts, agreeing to both Silver and Lilia.

...

"My, my, look at the time! It’s far too late for you young ones to be up," Lilia mused. "Off to bed now, Prefect. We can continue this tomorrow."

With a casual wave of his hand, the objects on the counter lifted into the air, floating effortlessly back to their proper places. The cake, baking pan, and mini watering can slid neatly into the fridge, while the unused utensils tucked themselves away inside the kitchen drawers.

Satisfied with his work, Lilia turned back to you, gently ushering you toward the door. He rambled on about the importance of sleep for teenagers, reminding you not to worry—Malleus was perfectly fine. With that, he and his two wards vanished, teleporting back to Diasomnia in a flicker of green light.

You let out a deep sigh, briefly replaying the night’s events in your mind before shaking off the lingering thoughts. Instead of flopping onto your bed immediately, you steeled yourself to go through your nightly routine first.

…………………………………………………………………..

The quiet night, with Grim nestled in your arms, soothed your restless mind. Finally, after absentmindedly stroking his fur as a comforting ritual, sleep gently claimed you.

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Bonus:

Back at Diasomnia Dorm…

Lilia: Malleus, you owe the Prefect an explanation for the misunderstanding you caused earlier.

Malleus: …

Lilia: (sighs) I understand your internal conflict with the emotions that overwhelmed you, but it is quite discourteous to leave so abruptly without a proper farewell—especially when the host put in such effort to celebrate your birthday.

Malleus: (bows his head slightly) I deeply regret my actions, Lilia. Would you… aid me in making amends with the Child of Man?

Lilia: (sighs) I suppose I can’t refuse your request—especially since the Prefect cried after you left, thinking you were truly upset with them.

Malleus: ∑(; °Д°) !!

Malleus: (sulks) I didn’t mean to make them think that…

Lilia: (chuckles) Kufufu~ Then make sure you clear up that little misunderstanding tomorrow. We have a cake to share, after all.

Malleus: (◞‸ ◟)💧 …………………………………………………………………..…………………………………………………………………..

A/N: Thanks for reading until the end!! Sorry for the very late fic ;-;;; I’ve been so caught up with school that I kept on postponing it until the end of the month. 

But it’s finally done now hehe :D

[clowns0up-felix]

Coming back to tell you how much I love that little comic with the Chosen Hero and the Hero of Men. There's no dialogue, but it still has a strong sense of sadness and hope. And the parallels between the two are fantastic, I really wish Nintendo gave us more information about what happened between Skyward Sword and Minish Cap because now I'm really thinking about it and how whatever happened had to be pretty scary if the Hero of Men decided it was in everyone's best interest for him to yoink the Chosen Hero's sacred sword from its temple.

All those words to say your art is wonderful and I'm thinking about it and the piece of LoZ lore it represents. ❤️

Ohhhh my go yesssss I would give my life to know more about the hero of men,,, its literally crazy to me that there’s a link that’s just. There. No game no story no nothing. WHO IS THAT TELL ME?? Thinking about who he could’ve been is one of the joys of life but it tends to feel more like writing an OC than expanding on known lore, bc be barely have any,,,

Actually, Ill use this to ramble about what I do tend to think for him here, hope that’s okay!!

I love love love that u said that what was happening during the hero of men’s time had to be pretty scary, bc YEAH. To pull the sword of the first hero and first king of Hyrule (^.^) who probably would kill to not have fi be woken up is CRAZYYYY,,, either he’s oblivious or in a really bad situation,,, What is known about him leaves to believe that he was a knight tho, and they 100% knew about fis resting ground,, It is said that the world was about to be swallowed by evil, which makes me think Botw final cutscene or sksw final girahim type severity of monster floods. So I think hom (ill refer to the hero of men like this for now) link probably saw getting the sacred, legendary master sword as his only chance at saving hyrule.

Idk if he would’ve know himself to be the legendary hero reborn due to triforce mark, maybe he just stumbled across it in an attempt to hide some injured knights in the temple of hylia,,,, Side note on the temple of hylia, love the abandoned look in the comic but it doesn’t really make sense, does it? Bc why would sksw Link want fis resting place to not be well kept? Would he visit before his passing?

Anyway, he takes the sword defeats the monster hoards and gives hyrule a brief moment of safety. He’s made into a high ranking knight or maybe head of the knights (he’s probably rather young still, as that seems to be a theme for the chosen hero and priestess, so maybe late teens, and before having the master sword he was a knight in training?) and then, when the picori/minish come down to earth (i dunno from where, was that ever said? Just from the skies i thiinkkk,,,) he gets the picori blade and I think the light force from them. It’s similar use does bring up the question why hom link would use the picori blade over the master sword,, maybe because its a gift and the master sword is like this sacred sword meant to rest and that got him feeling bad hahaha,, Hom link trapped the monsters rather than killing them but I can’t remember if the trapped them in the sword or the chest or somewhere else hmm,,, the sword later turns into the four sword right? (I’m so sorry im too lazy rn to do research 😭) I don’t think hom link would’ve been able to use it as this tho, i think he never got it to a point like this, just used it to save the world once and then gave it away for the contest ^^ In one of the stained glass the sword he gets DOES look like the four sword but i am going to ignore that bc I think i can.

Also, for reasons that I can’t (don’t want to) talk about rn I personally would change it being the 50th anniversary of the Picori Festival instead of the 100th ^.^ also I think hom link would stay a close friend to the royal family partially to protect the holder of the light force which was sealed into his Zelda i think and passed down to her children and their children yk,, and don’t tell anyone I said this but he is alive during minish cap and ezlo was one of the minish that gave him the blade during the Force era ;)

I also think the minish weren’t really ever introduced to the public but instead kept in strict contact to the royal family and those they trusted, which is why during mc basically no one knows about them, and those that once did are already fairly old or dead.

I’m not gonna read this over, hope everything makes sense and is coherent

Thanks for the ask !!!!! Drawing the comic was so fun I’m happy u like it :D

[changbinsboobs]

I only had like 3 dreams of idols so its cool if someone else gets to have further dreams of them and often I wonder if it reflect the idols day to day emotions / situations or if they just trying to reach out to someone?

do u think we have to do tarot on idols to gain that connection to them in order to dream of them more frequently? not that id care or not just would be cool or different at the very least. my dream was specially abt chan and felix it was like in another world / realm and they had some type of super power or like they saw themselves as being heros. i dont know if that reflected in how they view themselves wanting to protect their fans but i dont overwatch them and i dont even think abt the members that much? skz are more like a casual interest i have once in awhile

can u then do a reading on what skz dream about themselves? i dont think anyones asked that to a tarot reader before but they too must have some crazy dreams

Finally i got to answer this one, it took a while im sry😅

So i don't think ones dreams about idols affect them in any way except if you habe a significant connection to them, which i doubt. Like i think if for examples han's mom were to often have vivid dreams about him, it would really be connected to him in some way, but even then, not in the way where he feels it, but rather his moms dreams for example tell her how her son is doing etc. yk

And i also don't think doing tarot has a significant role in how often you dream of people/ idols and who you dream about. I do readings on idols every day for idk like a month already - and i haven't had a single dream with anyone during that time. In fact i haven't had dreams with them for a very long while.

And so here is the long awaited reading for their dreams:) i used the 3rd Eye Tarot (tbh i think i should stop announcing it in every reading, ya'll already know i use it for all my readings, except spicy ones.

*Please take the reading with a grain of salt, its for entertainment purposes only!

Enjoy💗

What do Skz dream about? (when they sleep)

Chan - Ace of Wands, 2 of Wands

For him im seeing he just dreams about his goals and him getting there. I think his subconscious is so preoccupied with proving himself constantly that his subconscious mind projects it into his dreams. Or he gets pulled into parallel realities and experiences another chan's waking life in just working, planing and running towards his goals.

Lee Know - The World, 3 of Cups, Knight of Swords

Not surprised with his reading I've already mentioned that i've been seeing him the most in dreams in the past and that he seemed very aware and like ugh idk like real? Lucid? Idk how to describe it just in a few words but thats the same if been getting from the cards. He seems very active in his dreams. Very aware while dreaming. I believe he travels different universes and worlds, different domains. I think he likes to explore the astral realm and would say has really a gift for that! I think he also has great control over that dimension and can at will take or remove himself to/from different dreams and spaces. And i think he has met lots of people, entities, energies etc along the way and would say has made quite some friends.

Changbin - The Sun, Death, Queen of Cups, 2 of Pentacles

Why do i even bother to lay cards for him at this point?🥲 its almost the same each reading.🫠 So in his dreams he is unaware i would say - like he doesnt really remember what he dreamt about when he wakes up, or he can just remember a vague theme or feeling, or some incoherent scenes and all of that doesn't make sense to him, but it also does, yk that feeling. I think he has that. And i think the reason for that is cuz his higher self takes over and works hard in his dreams to pick his subconscious minds, to heal him, to implement seeds and truths, sometimes through dreams (when he has ones he remembers and or understands). I also think that if he has a dream he remembers theres always a message in there for him. He receives guidance through his dreams. And what all that hustling is about? U guessed it😂 - to find his wife👰🏻‍♀️🤰🏻 i think his higher self might be "searching" for her and working behind the scenes to bring them two together.

Hyunjin - The Empress, King of Cups

His dreams are very creative usually. And are more a fruit of his own subconscious mind, rather than astral travel etc. Just like Chan. I think he has lots of overflowing creativity he just can't pour all out in one day, so it gets used up in his dreams at the end of the day to like - bring balance in his being. I think he has wild and crazy and very rich and interesting dreams. I would love to take a peak.🥰 And i think he actually can remember lots of them with lots of detail as well. If you were to ask him about it he would wipe out a journal and start reading them to you like a short-story. Oh yeah and i think he might journal his dreams from time to time. Maybe not everything, but what he deems as important whenever he remembers. He thinks there could be lots of wisdom in them and if he ever gets in a rut or gets bored he wipes that journal out again and reads it to get some inspiration and ideas back. Thats what im getting for him.

Han - 9 of Cups, The Magician

I can't quite pick up if his dreams are more astral or subconscious but i definitely pick up on peace and release and fun and excitement. I would say it could be a mix of both. Like some dreams he has are subconscious and he releases lots of build up stress, emotions etc from them. Others are astral and he goes out (nit too far out tho) and just enjoys the funs an astral body and a world not bound by the laws of physics offers. I think he does fun stuff like learning how to fly. Going on a quest to find interesting animals (that don't exist on earth), visiting a neighbor galaxy/planet/universe whatever, talking with the local entities/spirits and whatever😂 and just overall having fun. Yk whats very fitting for him - i actually see him as a ghibli character having a whimsical adventure whenever he goes to sleep☺️love that for him. Just overall very lighthearted fun and pleasant energy. I think he loves sleeping😂 even if he can't remember when he wakes up, his brain does and his body does as well. Oh also i think he might be developing some skills in his dreams that he is using in the real world. Or like finding knowledge within his dreams that he can use in the real world to further improve his skills.

Felix - The Star, Knight of Cups

Also very nice energy! I think he dreams quite a lot about his crushes when he's having subconscious dreams. On the other side when his dreams are aware its not him but rather his higher self thats operating in that realm. I can't quite pick out what he does for sure but i think it has to do with some sort of socializing. For example going to other galaxies etc to visit friends from past lives or beyond life on earth or whatever. I think he also enjoys meeting new "people". Overall very cute, well balanced energy.

Seungmin - The Fool

He just rests😂 thats it. Thats the reading! If he dreams, its "meaningless" processing of the day and like anything thats not needed gets cleaned out and he's just getting a restart and rest for the new day.

I.N - Knight of Wands

I think his dreams are quite action packed. I think he's constantly on an adventure and is dreaming very much! Like dreaming every night, and every night being jam packed, yk those dreams where you sleep for 8h, but you've spent 2 months in your dream. I think he has those kind of dreams. Very realistic, very heartrace-inducing(?). I think he also remembers them pretty well, at least while he's freshly awakened. Idk about remembering them later on. Maybe not if he didn't care about the dream, but also maybe yes if he thought that dream was special or interesting or something grabbed his attention.

[curiousaromantic]

Just finished Ghost of Tsushima main storyline AND Iki Island DLC.

sighs

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, OMG

One of the best games I’ve ever played tbh, it was beautiful, I fell in love with Jin Sakai and his character, like, he is genuinely a beautiful person and omg I felt pretty charmed by his resolve throughout the entire game—more men like Jin Sakai please. (yuna youre so lucky girl…)

I’m not much of a gamer myself, kind of I guess, I play when I have free time in my PS5 and when it comes to action games I’m a coward lol idk why whenever I am pushed into a battlefield I freak out (I almost had a heart attack when I started Ghost of Tsushima and the mothafuckers sent straight to fight at Komoda Beach, HELLO? The intro was so beautiful tho…). But Ghost of Tsushima balanced everything very well, and I enjoyed doing NPCs side missions, I felt powerful and badass.

(The way how the fear that the Ghost inflicts on his enemies is portrayed??? Chef’s kiss honestly. And the Records items, especially Conversations with the Khan, I enjoy the lore with so so so so much glee hehe.)

The characters, I fell in love with the characters. I knew I liked videogames when I first played Far Cry 4 and the characters felt so dear to me, and Ghost of Tsushima brought me back to when I was like 9?? and I was playing FC4 on my dad’s PS3. Jin’s story and the rest of the characters’ Tales hypnotized me, idk. The flashbacks, the foreshadowing, the small conservations within Jin and the others…I was sobbing in the ending and in Masako’s and Yuna’s tales. AND THE LOVELY WAY WE GOT SO MUCH APPROACHES TO IMPORTANT THEMES AS WOMEN EMPOWERING, FAMILY, QUEERNESS, TRADITIONALISM, ETC. jin baby you deserve the world.

Ngl, while I was playing the game not only I cherished every single interaction of Jin and his allies/friends, but I was glad he had the time to talk and rest, yk? And that’s why I love Yuna so much, gods.

From what I’ve seen, many ship Ryuzo and Jin, and while I kind of understand and respect Ryuzo, I don’t personally ship them. I was too excited to duel him the moment he was deemed a traitor lol, this game brought out the worst side of me (i was cackling when i got the ghost stance, run fuckers!). I did cry a lot on Iki Island whenever Jin had Ryuzo’s hallucinations, like, ouch, I would hurt forever if a childhood friendship ended like that.

(Talking about Iki Island, Kenji doing a cameo there LMAO, and Jin teasing him with “so you left Tsushima and you didn’t even bothered to say goodbye?” AJDKAKDKAKS YES YOU TELL HIM JIN)

Now, Jin and Yuna??? Muah muah muah, they are soulmates, romantic or platonically or both. Its the way Jin (throughout the story this loyalty builds up, love that) does everything no questions asked when it comes to Yuna, going with her to her tales? Damn Jin straight went and brought her heads! How romantic. The way Kenji was like “he cannot refuse if I tell him Yuna’s waiting”, AND THE WAY JIN HIMSELF OUTRIGHT SAYS THINGS LIKE ‘I would give my life for you’ OR ‘so you and Takeshi…?’ Hehehe they are so precious. They are definitely in love your honor, at least for me.

Wish I could still find the characters in the map or something after the main story ends, I’m at my new home behind Omi Monastery full of nostalgia because Jin’s home is a mosaic of gifts and remembrances of everyone he has known. Yuna’s gift, Ryuzo’s hat, Taka’s hook, Kenji’s sake, First Horse’s saddle (Nobu precious, I wish you had been there with me 😭) and lots of other stuff from Masako, Ishikawa, Lord Shimura, and many others that I don’t remember rn. Like, it is clear Jin loves his homeland, his people, his friends, I’m sure he would have made a perfect Lord, aw.

Thank you for reading my venting. Now, I need fanfics.

[bunniekittiee]

stranglehold- johnny slaughter x fem. reader

Yes, I know none of this is date accurate to Ted Nugent’s release of his album but ykw just go with it, just pretend it’s not something I changed. Based off my headcanon that Johnny would be a sucker for Ted Nugent. Also, you can't tell me that this song isn’t his theme song?!

Curtesy to my bf who showed me Ted Nugent when we first started dating. He is the man, the myth, the legend, my world (referring to my bf not old man Nugent lol). My dad is also a Ted Nugent fan, but I found this out way after I started dating my bf but yk shout out to my dad.

I lowkey suck at endings so I apologize if it isn’t the best. Also, I wanted to change this and give the reader more fight in her. I always write them submissive to Johnny, and I wanted this one to give him a fight.

I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a couple of months and I knew I needed to finish it.

Content warning: Blood, gore, description of wounds, Johnny being a little sexual and pushy, and not proofread.

December 25th, 1963

The Slaughter boy was a fan of Ted Nugent the minute he unwrapped one of his last few gifts from Chop Top. Hazel eyes scanning the cover, they were caught by the man himself. Ted Nugent, standing there with his guitar and his hair a crazed mess. The outline of him was slightly hazy, but it was still him.

“Heard ’im playing on the radio in the shop.” Chop Top said as Johnny ran his fingers over the cover. “After finding out who it was, I got it for ya’. I have a feelin’ ya’ gonna’ like it.”

Antsy for the rest of unwrapping gifts, Johnny eyed the album that he held carefully in his lap. He was itching to play it, he wanted to hear what Mr. Nugent sounded like. The messy hair, the glistening of sweat on his skin, the blur of his body, this was extremely impressionable on the young Slaughter boy whom was only fifteen.

Presents were done being unwrapped and Johnny immediately dashed off to his room. Chop Top chuckled at the boy’s excitement and elbowed Nubbins. “I am the best gift giver to that kid.” And Johnny would agree with him, he truly was.

Johnny took the record out of its plastic covering and slid the disc itself out of the cardboard holder. Carefully, he placed it on his record player and let the needle drop.

The guitar started echoing in his room, Johnny watching with his mouth slightly agape at the record spinning. He started nodding his head to the drum beat when it came in.

“Here I come again now baby, like a dog in heat. You can tell it’s me by the clamor now baby, I like to tear up the streets.”

Listening intently to every sound that played back to his ears, he felt his blood rush and goosebumps raise on his flesh. Something in this song captivated him. Whether it was the vocals or the haunting howl of Ted Nugent’s guitar, Johnny knew one thing for sure. This song would follow him for the rest of his life.

August 12th, 1973

Nine years had passed, almost ten since that fateful day of Chop Top’s incredible gift. Johnny went from a shy, reserved young boy to a flirty, rough, man. He was not the kid he once was, his muscles and height being very physically telling of that. He once had grown his hair out long, but he chopped it off. A dire mistake had almost cost him his life, so it was not worth the risk anymore. However, he did not want it completely short, so he cut it to where it could not be tugged on or get caught on objects. He hated when his hair was touched, it enraged him.

Finishing his cigarette, he began to get into his truck when Sissy waved at him to stop. He sighed.

“What is it now that ya’ want?” he asked with annoyance traced within his words

She hummed. “When are ya’ gonna’ bring your little girlfriend around? I’ve been wantin’ a new friend.” She smiled and Johnny rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know. But ya’ ain’t comin’ around her.”

“Why not?” She pouted.

“I don’t trust ya.”

“That’s real funny comin’ from ya’. She shouldn’t trust ya’ yet she does.” Sissy said while crossing her arms. “She has less of a risk getting killed by me than she does ya’, and I ain’t even datin’ her.”

Johnny chuckled. “Ya’ right, I’ll give you that.”

“Just think about it, don’t shoot the idea down now.” Sissy said as she tapped the truck and began to walk back to the house.

Johnny shrugged and started to turn the truck around to leave. He was going to see Y/N, and he was excited, but not in the way you think. He was excited to get his hands on her body and rip her apart, but she had barely let him touch her, let alone kiss. It was still a fresh relationship, but the Slaughter boy never took anything slow. It was always fast and rough. Like many attributes of Johnny that you would come to know. He wanted to take her now. But she always insisted on waiting. He would play the waiting game, but there was no doubt that he was going to devour her.

He was tired of her being around other people. Her friends, her family, her coworkers, anyone. He wanted her to be around him and him only. He hated the hot white jealousy that licked away at his lower belly when he saw her interact with people other than him. It made him want to bash her fucking skull in for being so damn insensitive to his feelings. But he played nice, he played the perfect, goody-two shoes Southern boy role with disgust. No one ever noticed how his eyes were empty of all emotion when he smiled or how his face darkened at the talk of the murders that he had dabbled in. He felt like James Dean in a movie role that he was made for.

Putting a tape into the radio, he felt the goosebumps he felt on that life-changing day of December 25th, 1963. He was a very big fan of Ted Nugent, and he had many records and tapes to prove that. He learned how to play “Stranglehold” on guitar and many other Nugent classics that he held near and dear to his heart. To say he was a fan was an understatement, he moreso worshipped the musician.

But “Stranglehold” was something special. Despite the fact that it was his first song he had listened to from the music idol he favorited, he related to it on a primitive level. He and Ted had something in common, they wanted to both devour the girl in their life and let her know that she had nowhere else to go. Johnny wanted full control of her, he wanted her to know that she had absolutely no safety when she was around him. She would stay with him forever, she had nowhere else to run to.

Adrenaline pumping, his fists tightened around the wheel as he drove. He wanted to teach that bitch a lesson for making him wait so damn long for some pussy. He wanted to keep her all for himself. He wanted her now. He wanted her to go with him and never return home. She would be in his presence 24/7, and he would not feel the jealousy he felt when she talked to others but him. He chewed on his lip as his pupils began to expand. This song dug into some other part of Johnny that he did not know he had.

He did not understand why she was so special to him. Why he felt jealousy towards the people around her. Why he felt the need to keep her in his home. Why he felt the desire to even keep her alive. But here he was, listening to his favorite song and wondering about how her head would look like impaled on a fence pick.

They were supposed to hang out today at her house as her parents were gone on a trip. He wore his dark blue flares with a black shirt, a little reminiscent of his hunting outfit. He slicked his hair back to perfection and wore some bone jewelry Nubbins made him. It was easy for him to look good no matter what. That’s what brought in dinner, and dinner made the family happy. Family comes first, right?

Pulling into the driveway, Johnny sighed and glanced in the mirror one last time before getting out of his truck. He did not want to keep putting up his sweet country boy persona but he knew he had to. As annoying as it was, it lured everyone in. Made them believe the lies he spoke.

Knuckles rapping the door, he waited for her to come to his calling. He held no expression, his face at its natural state. As much as he tried to hide it, his natural face was very telling of who he was and what he was feeling. It was void of many attributes of what made a human being. It looked like it was an lifeless portrait.

As soon as she answered the door, his facial expression immediately changed. One that was grinning. “Hey sweet pea.”

She returned his smile. “Hey Johnny. Come in!”

Welcoming inside of her home, Johnny glanced around. He had been inside her home before, and he had the layout of it inside of his head. While she slept in her bed, he would wander around the house like a silent leopard. He was able to memorize all exit points.

He knew it was worth the trouble.

“So what’s the plan, babydoll?” He asked with a small smirk. He pulled her body flush to his as she blushed.

“I was thinking I make us some lunch and we can watch a movie. I got some tapes from the video store.” She said as Johnny peppered kisses on her face.

“How about no lunch and we get into the movie?” He lowered his hand to her ass, grabbing a handful. “Come on.”

She shook her head giggling. “No, Johnny. You already know the answer to that.”

His irritation had risen but he hid it well. “What’s the real reason, doll face? Ya’ been holdin’ out on me for months now.”

“I’m waiting until marriage. You know this.” She replied as Johnny sighed into her neck. She bit her lip, feeling a little guilty that she was holding out on Johnny, making him wait. He was a respectful and loving boyfriend, why should she make him wait?

But it was her choice. No one else’s.

“Guess I gotta’ marry ya’.” Johnny said with a small smile. “Keep ya’ away from everyone else too.”

She chuckled, not understanding what he was hinting at. This only made him smile wider. “Is someone jealous?”

His eye twitched, but she did not see. “Just don’t like other people around ya’.” Johnny said as he rested his hands on her waist. “That’s all.”

“Like who?” She asked jokingly.

“Everyone, doll face.” He replied back.

Still thinking he was joking, she giggled. “Why would you be jealous of everyone around me? You’re still my number one, Johnny.”

His eyes were now darkening and his facial expression was a little off-putting. Almost as if it was not Johnny, it was something else. “I want ya’ ta’ forever stay by my side. I don’t want anyone around ya’ but me.”

“Awww, you’re quite the romantic type.” She said as she burrowed her head into his shoulder.

He scoffed. “I don’t think yer’ understandin’ what I’m sayin’, I want to keep ya’ locked away. Be mine forever.”

The uneasiness began to settle in the pit of her stomach as she pulled away from Johnny for a moment. It was like looking at a stranger. His eyes were not inviting and warm like they once were, they were cold and void. His face was hardened, no smile or any emotion showing. “What do you mean by that?”

“Yer’ a smart girl.” He said lowly. “Piece it together, sunflower.”

Locked away forever? Away from everyone around her? She stepped back from him and he inched closer to her. His murderous aura was beginning to tense the room up. “You want me to be kept away from my friends and family?” She questioned, her fear being exposed through her words.

“Exactly. I hate everyone yer’ around. I want ya’ for myself, and only me.” Johnny now looked much scarier and bigger, his size increasing from what it seemed like to his girlfriend. “I want ta’ kill yer’ parents. Yer’ friends. I hate when they’re around ya’. Ya’ only need me.”

Breathing quickening, she continued to step back as her eyes were wide. Like a rabbit face-to-face with the wolf. Johnny flashed a smile, but it did not hold the same comfort it once did. “Johnny, I need you to leave.”

“Ain’t goin’ anywhere, doll.” He said back as he lunged for her. He narrowly missed her as she dodged his attack, barreling her way to the front door to leave her home. Her adrenaline pumped as Johnny trailed not so far behind her. “Ya’ better get back here ya’ bitch! If ya’ know what’s good for ya’!”

She picked up her pace faster, sprinting down the dirt road and screaming like a banshee for help. But to her dismay, not many people came down that road. It was her and Johnny.

Johnny hopped in his truck and quickly pulled out of her driveway. Pushing his foot as far as he could on the gas pedal, he sped after her. He smiled manically to himself. She was heading right into the direction of the Devil’s lair. The Sawyer home was not too far from hers, so this was going to be easy for him.

Panting and her sides in excruciating pain, she whipped her head back and forth to see how far Johnny was from her. He was pretty damn close to her, and she felt that it was quite unfair that he had the ability to chase her in his truck. Human legs were not always a match for a vehicle.

In the distance, she saw a sunflower field and a two-story home that brought her great relief. She could get help there. That was her way to safety. She quickly rerouted herself to go into the sunflower field making Johnny’s grin wider as he slammed his foot on the break. She was now in his territory. He knew those sunflower fields very well, unbeknownst to her.

The wolf lurched out of his truck and chased after his rabbit who had hopped into the maze of sunflowers. Breathing heavily and moving away the large stems out of her way, she hoped that she was able to escape Johnny this way, or at least throw him off of her path.

That was, until she didn’t hear any footsteps or scurrying behind her. She whipped her head around, attempting to catch her breath as well as look for Johnny, but she did not hear anything.

Just the birds chirping and the soft wind.

“Hey there!” Johnny laughed as he lunged at her from his position. She screeched, running in the opposite direction as he continued his chase once again.

It was not long as a sudden pain surged through her leg as she tumbled to the ground. Her yowling echoed in the field as Johnny smirked at her injured state. “Well well well, look at what the cat dragged in.”

She was caught in Nubbins’ trap. Tears streamed down her face from the amount of pain she was in. Her foot was mangled in the trap. She tried to back away from Johnny who inched closer to her, but it only made her pain worse.

“Sorry doll, it just had to be this way.” He said disappointingly as he kneeled down. “Don’t worry, when you wake up, you will feel better.”

Confused at his words, Johnny immediately slammed her head into the ground to knock her out. She was weak, it was too easy. Undoing the trap and setting it up once again, he picked up her limp body and carried her to his shed that the Sawyers kept on their property for his ‘guests’. As much as Drayton hated it, he did not want it in his home, so he made sure that Johnny kept them out. He made his way into his shack and wrapped her foot up hastily. He did not want to spend much time on her, he needed to prepare for his night.

‘You ran the night that you left me, put me in my place. Got you in a stranglehold baby, you better trust your faith.’

The ache chewed away at her, worsening when she awoke from her drowsy state. Her foot felt like it was searing, and it was extremely uncomfortable. Shifting around, she glanced around her surroundings and her heart dropped. It came flooding back to her where she was at.

Johnny had taken her hostage. Her limbs were tied up and she was laying on a dirty mattress with questionable stains. It was cold and dark. There were no signs of Johnny or anyone else for that matter. The structure she was in was small, almost like it was made to be a shed of some sort. A shed with hardly any light filtering in from the moon and with freezing temperatures.

She shivered while she looked around for an exit point. The door was locked shut and there was one small window. Not that she could fit through it. Attempting to stand up, she gritted her teeth in pain as she tried to walk on her bad foot. She landed right on her butt. It was too painful to get around. Her head throbbed from him slamming it into the ground.

Her thoughts went to her parents, her friends. She did not want to die here. Not from the hands of him. Someone who she trusted, loved. Someone she thought she had a future with. Her eyes watered at the fact that he had betrayed her.

But she could not weep for long as the door began to jiggle, and there was a sound of a key entering the key hole. Wipe her tears away, she looked as the Slaughter boy opened the door. He had a smirk on his face as he approached his piece of meat.

“I see yer’ awake, doll. Ya’ ready to meet the family?” He asked her as kneeled down in front of her. She glared at him, her eyes swimming with anger. “Awwe, don’t give me that look, pretty girl.” He held the back of his hand to her face and she moved her head away. How dare he touch her.

“Come on, let’s get ya’ up.” He said as he cut the rope around her ankles and pulled her up, making her practically scream at the weight she put on her injured foot.

“I can’t walk.” She said aggressively as she moved away from Johnny.

He rolled his eyes. “Figure it out, doll. I ain’t carryin’ ya.”

Limping and fighting back tears, she attempted to walk beside him. It was so painful. Blood oozed out of her wound, and the corners of her vision began to blacken. Johnny pulled her along faster, grumbling about her taking her sweet time, and the pain increased. She felt dizzy. She could not run from Johnny now, not in this condition.

He pulled her inside the house, leading her to the dining room where his family sat. Sissy whistled when her brought her to the table, forcing her to sit as he tied her to the chair.

“Ya’ really did pick a purty’ one, Johnny.” She purred as she eyed his girlfriend. “Ma’ names Sissy. I’ve never had a sister before.”

“Oh stop it, Sissy.” Johnny said flatly. “Now yer’ just kissin’ ass.”

Sissy frowned. “Rather it be that way than for me ta’ try cuttin’ her up.” The woman’s heart rate increased and her eyes began to dart around.

“Ya’ wouldn’t try nothin’.” said the Slaughter boy with a glare. “Not on my watch.”

“Be quiet both of ya’! Sit down and eat dinner.” Cook yelled at the two ‘siblings’. “This girl is more trouble than she’s worth.”

“Oh keep it quiet, old man.” Johnny snapped. “Ya’ couldn’t get it up if ya’ even wanted to. Don’t stick yer’ nose in my business.”

Nubbins doubled over in laughter while Bubba wrung his hands anxiously. Drayton’s face turned red as he narrowed his eyes at the young man. “Wait until yer’ mother finds out about yer’ foolishness! Ya’ created a mess for yerself’ Johnny!”

“It ain’t any of yer’ business.” Johnny stabbed into the unknown meat on his plate with a knife. “Don’t fuck with me and piss me off before dinner, old man.”

Drayton shut up and stared at his dinner plate angrily. The tension in the room was suffocating. She felt awkward. Johnny nudged her plate towards her while he chewed on a piece of meat. “Don’t be shy.”

Nausea twisted in her stomach as she grimaced. “I can’t.”

“Yes ya’ can. Try it.” He said encouragingly.

“What is it?” She asked, almost not wanting to know.

Nubbins giggled while Sissy grinned, exchanging a look with the twin. “Just try it sweetheart.”

Johnny stabbed in a chunk and held it to her lips. “Open wide, doll face.”

Not wanting to upset them this early, she bit into a small piece of it. She chewed slowly, tasting the seasonings and flavor.

Johnny couldn’t help his wide, sadistic smile on his face. “It’s good, isn’t it sweetheart?”

She nodded, swallowing it completely. “What is it?”

If his grin could get wider, then it definitely did. “Nothin’ much, just someone’s liver.”

Her face paled. Bile had risen up in her throat and she threw up on the table. Sissy recoiled back and Drayton looked at the girl like she was disgusting. “Now ya’ threw up all over dinner!”

She coughed and held her head down. Johnny t’sked as he shook his head. “Way to go. Now yer’ just bein’ ungrateful.”

Sissy approached her with a napkin, attempting to wipe away the bile from her face until Johnny grabbed her wrist harshly. “Now what do ya’ think yer’ doin’?”

“Cleanin’ her up since ya’ ain’t bein’ a gentleman.” Sissy replied with a roll of her eyes. “Why? Is that a problem?”

“Get yer’ filthy hands off of her. Ya’ ain’t allowed to touch her.” Johnny smacked at Sissy’s hands while she pulled away.

Sissy crossed her arms. “What are ya’ afraid of, Johnny? It’s not like I’m hurtin’ her.”

“Don’t act like yer’ sunshine and rainbows. Yer’ just as fucked up as the rest of us, Sissy. Cut the act.” Johnny was now angry.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she clenched her jaw. “How about ya’ stop keepin’ her to yerself’ and start sharin’ the meat ya’ bring! She ain’t nothin’ else to ya’ but somethin’ to fuck.”

“Are ya’ jealous or just being bitchy?” Johnny asked with a huff. “It ain’t yer’ business what I’m doin’.”

They began to bicker back and forth. She felt herself spin as their voices got louder and louder. There was a piece of wood sticking out behind the chair that she began to rub the rope back and forth across. If it could cut through the rope, she would be free. All she had to do was bolt out the front door. If she could find it.

'Some people think they gonna die someday. I got news you never got to go.'

Their yells ensued to screams, ones that caused Bubba to rock back and forth while crying and Drayton to scream at them to shut up. Her ears rung, and the rope gave way. Waiting for the right moment, she pushed Sissy harshly out of the way, making her land on the ground.

“Get back ’ere!” Sissy screeched as she quickly got up from the floor to chase Johnny’s girlfriend. Johnny trailed after her, telling Sissy to leave it to him. She limped to the front door and unlocked it quickly, swinging it open and hitting Sissy and Johnny in the face. They both hit the floor, stunned and staring up at the ceiling as Drayton screamed at Bubba to get his chainsaw and Nubbins to chase her.

She ran, well, what she could only describe as running. Her ankle hurt terribly, blood coating the cloth Johnny had wrapped around it. Every step shot pain up her leg, but she was running on adrenaline. She screamed as loud as she could for help, but all she heard back was her own echoes and the revving of Bubba’s chainsaw. She continued to wail as Johnny started to catch up to her.

"Gotcha!" he yelled as he pulled her close to him and started to fight with her. She wrestled him as much as she good, putting all of her weight on her injured ankle despite how much distress the injury was in. More blood seeped out and stained the dirt road. Bubba's revving got closer and closer the more they continued to fight. Johnny grinned manically at her, grunting and taunting her while she wrestled him off. She was able to push him to the ground, sprinting off right before Sissy could slash her with her knife. Sissy yelled at Johnny to get his lazy ass up off the ground and continued the chase that Johnny couldn't seem to catch up with.

As much as he liked to play games, this one had more fight in her than he thought. She had never showed this side of her when they were dating. At least, not to this extent. Recovering from yet another stun, Johnny got to his feet and narrowed his eyes. He needed to put an end to it now. This was beginning to only piss him off more since Drayton decided to ruin their dinner with his two cents.

He started the chase again, sprinting as fast as he could and breathing heavily. He had to catch up with his prey and Sissy, and he hoped that Sissy wouldn't take his kill. She was his, not hers.

"That'll teach ya' ta' fuckin' push me!" Sissy said with a laugh as she slashed her knife at the girl, making her adrenaline peak more and more. Her wounds oozed red liquid that trailed behind her, and she felt the edges of her vision darken. She did not want to die here; she did not want to die at the hands of her captors. She had almost reached the edge of the property, and she had the entire family chasing her down. Even Drayton was in it, he was just last compared to his family, and he was screeching like a banshee to kill her.

Sissy grabbed her, but she turned around quickly to fight off the woman. Wrestling her like she did Johnny, she launched Sissy to the ground before taking off again. Sissy stared up at the night sky for a second before recollecting herself. Johnny passed her and teased her. "Guess ya' gettin' lazy too." She wanted to punch the Slaughter boy in the face for creating a huge mess.

She had now crossed over the edge of the Sawyer property. Lungs heavy and the pain hitting her, she felt weakened. But she was not out of the radar yet. She continued to run, as well as scream for help, as Johnny trailed behind her. The rest of the family did not follow him off the property. They knew that whatever took place outside of the property was something they did not need to witness. He was never nice with his punishments.

Suddenly, she was rolling on the ground with Johnny, dirt flying everywhere as he tackled her. He sat on top of her and held her arms down. She felt so angry. She was so close to escaping, yet here she was now. Underneath Johnny who stared down at her like a hungry wolf.

"You and your entire family are crazy! Let me go, Johnny!" She fought against his grip on her arms.

"Can't do that, sunshine." He said back, his facial features almost consumed in darkness. But she could still see those eyes. "Ya' caused a lot of trouble tonight. Too much. I thought ya' would be different."

Her heart dropped at his words. "There were more before me?"

"Did ya' really think I was some sort of virgin boy? Of course, there were more before ya', there was plenty." He smiled at her, but it was empty. "I just thought ya'd be different. I wished ya' were different."

"I would never stay with you. I would rather die than to be held captive by you! You are crazy!" She retorted back while her face scrunched up. Disgust filled her body. To think this was the man she wanted to marry one day, have a future with. And this is what he did to her.

His eyes darkened and he frowned. He grabbed her by the hair and held his hunting knife up to her throat. "Watch yer' mouth, girl. Ya' suddenly forget that I can easily kill ya'." Johnny did have a good point, and she whimpered quietly when he pressed the knife deeper to her throat. Her wide eyes locked with his, fear swimming in them. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin from seeing the fear. It was something he liked to see on his victims.

Johnny moved the knife away from her throat and smiled again. "There girl, don'tcha worry now." His gloved hand caressed the side of her face. "You'll come around; I promise ya' that. But I can't promise ya' that my family won't try to kill ya'. Ya' gave them a headache."

'You created it yourself,' she thought to herself when Johnny got to his feet and pulled her up. Her ankle yowled in pain. She did not want to go back to the Devil's Lair. She could not. Not when she got so far. Johnny did not make an effort to help her along, and she took another opportunity. Elbow ready, she rammed it straight into his crotch, making Johnny double over in pain. "God-fuckin' dammit!"

She took off again in the opposite direction, still screaming for help as she limped along. She wanted to get away no matter what. Despite how much agony her body was in and how much blood dripped from her wounds, she could not let them win. Johnny was in pain, but he was now aggravated. He had given her many chances to play nice, but she took advantage of his kindness. All because she wanted to control the situation. He did not like that.

He stumbled towards her direction to ease the pain that did not seem to let up. He knew he would have to tough this one out. He could not let his prey escape. Starting to jog, he trailed after her. He would catch up to her one way or another.

And he did. He tackled her once more to the ground, his hands wrapping around her throat and squeezing. He had a snarl on his lips as he tightened his grip. Choking out, she clawed at Johnny's hands and face to try to loosen his grip. But he only made it worse.

"This will be the last time ya' try to two-time me." Johnny muttered as he stared her down. "I wish it was different. I really do. But ya' made me do this."

Her eyes fluttered as she felt all the air escape her lungs. She could never escape him. Why did she think she could? Johnny Slaughter hardly let his prey get away.

Choking again, her arms splayed out next to her and her vision and hearing fading in and out, she was defeated.

With a crunch, Johnny snapped her neck. He breathed hard as he looked at his beautiful creation. He was an artist himself. He knew deep down inside she was worth all the trouble. But it was time to feed the family. He knew he owed it to them.

Picking up her limp body, he lifted her over his shoulder and began to walk back to the Sawyer house. There was never a chase he didn’t end up enjoying. No matter how much trouble they caused.

‘I got you in a stranglehold baby. That night I crushed your face.’

[bluestarjay]

All mights love languages are gift giving and physical touch. He's the parent that brings McDonald’s for Izuku every once in a while. He hand makes bentos for him too, wrapped in green bunny themed fabrics. He has a green rabbit plushie bc it reminds him of his son. He simply likes to be near the people he loves, but often gives people simple pats on the head. This isn't just limited to Izuku, too. He pats Bakugo and Todoroki on the head or squeezes their shoulders. When he goes to check up on Izuku, he checks up on them, too. He has a small shrine dedicated to Nana in his apartment, and when Izuku met her for the first time inside ofa, Toshinori decided it was time to invite Izuku over to have a look at some of her things like pictures and whatnot. Inko invites him over for dinner sometimes, and sometimes, when Inko is busy working, Toshinori will invite Izuku over or take him home himself and cook dinner for him. I don't ship Toshinko bc I believe in Aroace All Might, but they're literally coparenting. Toshinori went through some of his old things from like high school and has given Izuku things like sweatshirts/jackets. He thought of Nana as a mother, and he wanted his successor to have a similar relationship with him, so he saved a bunch of his things with the sole purpose of giving them to his children if he had any or his successor. He's the parent who hoards all of his things bc "What if my kids want them one day?" And then Izuku goes crazy bc All Might himself is giving him his vintage U.A sweatshirt,,

When izuku is in the hospital, he and Inko stay by his side the entire time like they literally have to be forced out of the room. When he has the chance and Izuku is sleeping, he'll like kiss his forehead ☹️🫶🫶 He's tucking him in and everything loll

I read a fic once (i don't remember which one) in which Izuku notices that All Mights apartment is empty so he's like, why don't you buy stuff for your apartment,,, so they go shopping and now the apartment is really cozy and nice because toshinori would do anything for his son!! They're teaching each other healthier habits!

Bonus: in my fic, Izuku meets All Might in California, 1985, when All Might is about 25, and Izuku tells him about what's going on and how he's from the future, and he begs all might to help later so he can make sure shigaraki gets the help he needs, but he only knows where he needs to be, and only roughly at that, so he's just like,, umm I'll call gran Torino and he can call you and then you can make sure shigaraki is fine and happy when he grows up and doesn't become evil!! And all might is so chill about it because he's got that California nonchalance. Like, I plan on quoting the part from the mad hatter in alice through the Looking Glass, "I'll meet you when I'm older and you're younger?" "I realize that doesn't make much sense" "it makes perfect sense to me" and when they meet its kinda late and toshinori *was* kinda partying, but this kid needs help so he drops everything to take care of him until he can actually help in him in the morning, so he kinda just hangs out with him, and izuku tells him a little bit about their relationship in the future. All Might is kinda embarrassed cause he's so soft in the future. But anyways, when izuku leaves 1985 and goes to 2009 to help shigaraki, all might does, in fact, show up and help out, and then izuku goes back to the present day. In present day, it's still like the first day of school, and all might kinda just found izuku passed out in the middle of nowhere, and when he wakes up he's like "how the hell did we meet in 1985 AND 2009 and you were 16 in BOTH years,,, that's not how that works" so izuku explains everything to him. Then all might is like,, yk in 2009 I looked you up in some databases only to find out you weren't even born yet,, after that I kinda kept checking. He looked everywhere for izuku and constantly thought about the boy that would become his successor. Whenever he got pestered by gran Torino or nighteye about finding a successor, he was just like, yeah, I already know who it is. And then when they ask who, he's like, "Well, he's like. 7 right now. No, don't worry about it it's a whole thing." And yeah. Basically it's a whole thing to show that fate brought them together and they find each other in every universe or something.

I love them. Sorry if that last paragraph doesn't make sense.

[eeclare]

Now that i have seen the official confirmation that the Pestos do NOT in fact, live above their restaurant, i had to recreate a more accurate rendition of what the Pesto kids' rooms would look like at each parent's house

Starting off strong with Jimmy Sr's bachelor pad:

I used to hc that as a full family unit the pestos lived above the restaurant, and that jimmy sr kept living there after the divorce (yes i have seen the episode where they actually show where he lives), and bc of that in the past I liked the idea that the boys still got to keep their old rooms

obviously not lmfao and because Jimmy is Jimmy, his bachelor pad only has two rooms

so the boys share!

but y'know it's not that big of a deal since the boys are only over every other weekend anyway

the condo came with the bunk bed

YES he washed the sheets before the twins started sleeping there

Jimmy sr is obsessed with J-ju's height and desperately wants him to go into basketball

obviously he doesn't want to but that doesn't discourage J-Sr from decking out the whole room with basketball paraphernalia

hence the basketball themed clock, carpet, and actual basketball sitting there

The boys still got some autonomy tho dw

The twins wanted the glow-in-the-dark stars and they LOVE them

Andy sleeps on the top bunk btw

Ollie is afraid of heights

Jimmy jr has a poster of his choice above his bed. He didn't have a ton of space but he made it work

Jimmy sr didn't end up keeping many of the boys' toys and things etc

so like,

the baby toys remain on the shelf

That shitty little orange toy car gets to keeps its spot

(even though J-ju and the twins haven't used it since before the divorce)

The foam finger is from a b-ball game they all went to see together

Now it's honestly just collecting dust, but Jimmy sr sometimes likes to go into the room and look at it

remembering the good times, y'know

Andy and Ollie like cats and dogs

so for christmas they got a puppy lamp (andy) and a cat air diffuser (ollie)

Jimmy jr got a nerf water gun that he doesn't always use

but like, it was fun for the first few weeks of summer

Laundry doesn't always get done

that pile of clothes has been there for two weeks

but the room doesn't smell so jimmy sr counts that as a win

No books on the bookshelf, jimmy doesn’t even have books in the rest of his condo

Okay so the Twins and Jimmy jr have their own rooms in their mom's quaint little house

and she's a little bit of a beige mom so everything's a little dull

but it's nicer than the alternative and tbh the boys don't really notice

For the walls she likes to go with variations of beige/pink

She bought the bunk bed and the sheets ofc

Andy is still sleeping on top and Ollie will forever remain that the bottom of the bed

Most of their toys are kept in a wicker basket in the "family room"

Because they honestly don't spend a lot of time in their room when they're home

They like to all hang out together with J-ju and mom

Jimmy jr doesn't always reciprocate

but when they are in their room they just love to draw

And mom was worried about them hurting their backs whenever they would draw on the floor

So she got them the craft table

and their own boxes of crayons

She's trying to encourage independence

(not that it's working though, one of those boxes us almost entirely unused and every picture the boys draw they draw together as a unit)

Bc of the divorce mama pesto just lets them get away with it

she’s worried they’re traumatized

the puppy and kitty string lights are also a christmas gift from mom

She really likes to keep things clean and neat and tidy so there’s lots of storage and lots of their stuff is stored in the storage

it all works out

lastly Jimmy-J won the boys those crappy fruit carnival toys and the twins really hold on to them

Mama pesto gave j-ju the biggest room

She feels really bad for him

He doesn’t have a twin (and she knows it bothers him)

(she does talk to his therapist yk)

He has the same carpet as the twins do in their room so that he doesn’t feel left out

his bed is green (it’s his fav colour)

and again, same lamp that the twins have

She also secretly likes how cohesive them having the same decor items makes the rooms look

he wanted a switch SO BAD for Christmas or his bday or ANYTHING

it took a lot of convincing but she got it for him

She’s really not too sold on video games but now he can play the same games as the kids at school and he won’t feel like such an outcast

(again, she really does talk to his therapist)

Jimmy also desperately wanted those shitty LED lights

but they do NOT match the aesthetic and she really did read up on them and they attract bugs and she just doesn’t think it such a good idea

but even ZEKE has them and oh my god she’s giving in

BUT she is able to make a compromise

Colourful LED string lights are almost exactly what he wanted

she likes to encourage reading

The twins just can’t get into it unless it has pictures and she’s the one reading it to them

But Jimmy jr can really get lost in a book when he wants to

so she’s really been pushing the classics like jane austin and Brönte

(he’s read the pride and prejudice twice don’t tell tina)

the toca world has this fake franchise of these little characters and i just use those as comic book/movie characters etc

so jimmy has posters of and collects these little dudes

sloth snake would be some band or something that zeke got him into lmfao

his mom is not a fan it freaks her out a little

no matter what i believe Jimmy Junior sleeps with his childhood stuffed animal(s)

again, DONT tell tina

zeke knows tho ofc

she likes that he’s passionate about dancing but deep down she still wants him to play basketball

to get him involved in group activities

but also because it’s always secretly been her dream for him lmao but she won’t say that

She won the signed basketball in the divorce

jimmy sr considers it his biggest loss

especially considering, you know, the fact that she doesn’t care about the thing

and neither does jimmy-j

so it just collects dust on the shelf instead of being shown off like god intended

lastly the plant

not something Jimmy jr chose for himself

lord knows he doesn’t take care of it

but his mom wanted to bring some life into the room

she always jokes it “gets rid of his funk”

which he hates LOL

(i was gonna add a cologne bottle but then i thought to myself, that mama pesto wouldn’t let jimmy jr use it either lmaoo)

I’m doing a bonus Jimmy Pesto Sr bedroom

because i can

he’s only renting the condo lol

but he needs his room to have a certain ambiance

Now that he’s single again he needs to impress the ladies 👀

and ykw i bet u he’s a big fan of purple

so he bought a giant purple rug basically the entire size of the room

he thinks it looks fantastic!

Got a matching curtain to match

I just know Jimmy thought having a glass bedside table would be AWESOME

it’s actually awful but he won’t admit that

it was expensive and trev told him not to and now he’s embarrassed

He has candles to set the mood whenever he needs

yeah he just kept them while moving out during the divorce

but they’re kinda manly looking, right?

and the stereo, again, to set the mood

when he moved out, he only bought a set of six martini glasses to drink out of

eventually realized he would need at least one coffee mug

and then the boys moved in and he was like fuck

but HE uses the martini glasses even if he’s just drinking water

because they’re all he really needs at the end of the day

he def eats dinner and watches tv in his bed

Jimmy sr for sure has two tvs

one for bed one for the living room

both flat screens

paintings of boats are cool, right?

and maybe he’s just a little bit manifesting that he’ll get into the yacht club

the box is there because i think that jimmy sr never really finishes unpacking

just gets lazy, yk

hand mirror because he can’t hang up a proper one

and cologne obvi

imagine it like the strongest most obnoxious cologne you’ve ever smelled

And he’s gotta keep that tan up ofc

hence self tanner or whatever

His ex wife got the dog

and he misses him more than anything

(especially since he’s passed and he didn’t really get to say goodbye)

he doesn’t keep pictures of the boys in his bedroom

cuz yk… that’d be weird

(they’re in the living room, one pic each)

but he keeps a drawing made by the twins because they made is special for his room and every time they come over they check

so yeah

trophy was given to him by Trev

“World’s Best Boss” and such

[thesungod]

their theme is so inconsistent like at the beginning it feels clear, being who you are and accepting each other’s darkness, but the way its done is 😬 and then it switches up to being literally budget toa saying “well everything can change yk??? don’t stay in the darkness” but in a horrible fashion and they’re acting like this is what they’ve been trying to tell me in the past 400 pages when it ISNT dont LIE to ME

i don’t think EITHER of them was reading the book as they write they were just mashing words together bc im watching a book promo for it rn and rick’s saying that will likes nico bc he likes nicos ““darkness”” and how intrigues him and mark’s saying neither of nico or will wants to change that core part of the other. which explains away him in BOO trying to tell nico that nobody disliked him—being that will was projecting his own feelings about nico onto others—and also relates will to apollo even more with their need to reach out to outcasts and love them. but then they didn’t write that they literally wrote that will doesn’t like it and he wants to fix it. thats my STEP SON and they did that to him.

rick did not want to write this book at all, and mark probably projected their nico stanisms onto the other characters without justifying the stanisms. you can really tell when rick has a passion for writing something and when he could not care less. the subtle toa promo in one of the gorgyra scenes and apollo’s updated glossary—he wants you to read toa so bad he could not gaf about this book. and yet apollo is never mentioned positively like give him back to me.

speaking of mark i think this is just a consistent issue they have when writing. i read reviews of one of their books (anger is a gift) and some were very negative about the way the narrative made the protagonist the most righteous person ever and completely revolved around them. ifl that issue bleeds into this book as well.

i saw people (including the writers) say this book is darker than a lot of rick’s other books and i really need them to shut the fuck up; THO literally had kids tied up in crucifixes to be burned at the stake 😭

ok sorry for the ramble i see the letters tsats together and i go on a rampage

you absolutely ate this up!!

also laughing at you calling it “budget toa” because that’s exactly what i said to a friend about this book once. i felt almost offended over the authors trying to fit the “everyone can change!!” narrative last minute and make Nico the symbol of re-invention after five whole books of ToA. i was very “how dare you stand where he stood” about it which is childish but alas.

i’ve also mentioned several times how will and nico’s conflict in the book was not intriguing to read about because it was inconsistent. not to mention that according to the timeline they’ve been together for a year!!! an entire year!!! and the book still has Will acting #shocked that Nico, idk, likes darkness.

the Mary-Suing of Nico literally the worst thing to ever happen to me. i’m usually all for my faves winning, but that’s after they’ve been through the mortifying ordeal of losing, yk. and i get that Nico has been through a lot but the book was basically a 400-pages-long ass kissing and i couldn’t do it.

i couldn’t even feel particularly moved or vindicated by Bob pledging loyalty to him in the end because it wasn’t cathartic at all. i was like we get it dude lol

same with his “friendship” with Piper tbh. not everyone needs to like Nico😭 i would have totally loved it if the book had shown a friendship progress organically through their grief for Jason or common interests (even if just briefly narrated through a recollection!! i’m not saying we needed chapters of flashbacks or Piper as a third main), but Nico does not mention her once ever. they didn’t even like each other in HoO!! then at the end of the book he calls her and he is all like “of course she wouldn’t be angry at me for not calling after Jason died <3 she understands that grief is complicated <3”

my king Piper isn’t angry at you for not calling because she dgaf about you. why would she. who are you to her

another thing I’ll never get over re: Nico and Will’s relationship is how, per the book, Nico encouraged Will to come out and was the first one of the two to do so, when every. single. thing written about them in the Hidden Oracle suggests the opposite.

why the fuck is Nico so reticent and embarrassed about admitting to be Will’s boyfriend in the first book of ToA if it’s Nico who came out first? IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CAMP might I add?

because i get that coming out to someone doesn’t necessarily mean being comfortable coming out to everyone, but Nico announced his crush IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE CAMP. and asked Will out. and Will wasn’t out at the time. so whyyyy is their dynamic on THO literally the opposite of this? with Will pushing Nico to be more open about their relationship while Nico plays coy? because Apollo is Will’s father? idk, maybe i guess😭

but it’s pretty obvious the change in the dynamic was established later on and that the impression we were supposed to have while reading THO is that Will was the one more comfortable and in tune with his sexuality. like, come on.

[soupmanspeaks]

screw it, Michael Afton Pokémon team (also I know this is 5 mon, not 6 shhhhhh)

Mimikyu - the lore behind Mimikyu is that he dresses up as Pikachu to get some love, and I feel that even though that doesn't directly parallel Michael, he'd probs see this poor rag in an alleyway on one of his shifts, feel bad for it, and catch it, and its probs his Poke-Helpi lol, (Mimikyu probs would give him traumatic flashbacks to when he was used as a meat suit, but he probs still cares for him coz like he's seen the horrors so nothing can really phase him atp lmao 😭 )

Obstagoon- Michael was a kid with a rock and roll phase who became a robo bear with a rock and roll theme lmao, like?!?!?? Also, okay, even though Its not a bear, its still a mammal of big stature with shoulder pauldrons and rock inspired, it's also from Galar, the region based on England, It's so perfect for him like !?!?

Braixen - Michael in FNAF has been associated with foxes in the past due to the foxy bro sprite, and like, Braixen gives off cool teen energy yk? like Michael was a girlfailure /pos but liiiike, yk, I was debating Delphox, but that felt too much like a grown pokemon yk??? Also, Braixen is a fire type!!! and Michael is known for his amazing feats of arson!! (we stan)

Sinistea - Okay, so originally I was going to give Polteagiest because haha British and purple, but I feel like Sinistea is more Michael, and Polteagiest is more William? Maybe his Polteageist just had a Sinistea one day, and William just gave it to Michael lol

(Ace Pokemon!!) Blood Moon Ursaluna - Originally, the teddyursa was Evan's, a gift from William, after he died, teddyursa didn't have a trainer, right, So then, Michael keeps it in his guilt and grief, So then, years later it becomes an ursurang, and probably stays an ursarang during pre-sister location. After sister location, is when Michael does his whole thing of going into the fnaf locations as night guard, and the remnant that was around him during all of that, allowed for ursarang to evolve into blood moon ursaluna (yipee!!!) silly fun additional thing: after the spirit of cc haunts poke-fredbear and stuff, he sees that Michael evolved his teddyursa fully and stops, mid Jumpscare to have a full on argument with him as to why ursaluna was cuter as a teddyursa (Also BMU looks a bit like golden Freddy with the missing eye, and it literally is the freddy fazbear pokemon lmao)

Runners up:

Gothitelle

Absol

Gengar

Spiritomb

Thievul

Marshadow

(more or less because they are just kinda Michael adjacent? rather than fitting symbolically or character wise, yk?)

[hotcat37]

LATER THAN USEAL MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 MY BELOVED POKÉMON LOVING MOOT HOTCAT!! :33

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Bojere! Pokémon cafe date cuz their very silly N adorable like them N that vid of Jere singing the Pokémon theme in Finnish got me out of writers block so yippee :D) get urself a fluffy blanket N ur fave snacks cuz I’m here 2 tell the story of the date that got our dear Bojci 2 propose 2 his man after waiting 4EVER 2 find a good time 2 pop the question: It had been almost a whole year by now since Bojan finally quit chickening out N asked the man with a weird haircut N a laugh that made his knees buckle N released a million butterflies straight 2 his stomach 2 be his boyfriend that memorable night which still comes back 2 him in his dreams even now,the man he was taking out on one of the last dates b4 he could hopefully call him his fiancé.The man in question was clad in one of Bojan’s various sweaters,same one he wore when they first made out wayy back in Tavastia after everything was done N the then brothers N maybe something more headed back 2 Jere’s 4 the night,a bouquet of dandelions in one hand which he hid behind his back till Jere saw the ever so familiar figure of his extremely gorgeous boyfriend.As soon as their eyes locked everything felt lighter,almost as if time had stopped right there so he could feel his Bojci’s lips on his own 4 however long the bowlcut adorning Finn wished,breaking the kiss only 2 catch some air N whip the large bouquet of dandelions from behind his back 2 give 2 his rakas (Bojan straight up lifted Jere N spun him around a few times cuz of how much he loved not only him but the gift he had been hiding all this time 🥰) putting the shorter man down N feeling him giggle into his chest,their hands intertwined N walked into the Pokémon cafe that Jere had been yapping on about 4 months.Finding their booth that Bojan had booked a week prior (while Jere got distracted by a set of Bulbasaur N Squirtle plushies that decorated the seats next 2 them which gave our lil Bojci time 2 check if the ring box was still in his pocket 4 later which he totallyyy didn’t check atlest 10 times tyvm :3).Meanwhile both men ordered N flirted 4 what felt like an eternity,staring deeper into his bby boos Disney princess esc eyes which made him almost forget why he chose this place 2 pop the question,as if his fragile ass nerves would let him tho.One by one their food was delivered with Bojan’s Rowlet shaped grill cheeses coming first then Jere’s Pikachu themed pancakes following after + the twos drinks,Jere’s being a Bulbasaur inspired hot chocolate with ALOT of foam N Bojan’s was an Evie themed latte with just as much foam as his boyfriends if not more (that kinda got all over his noise so Jere had 2 lick it off cuz yk he would but it’s not like Bojci’s complaining if its his beautiful,hot asf darling of a man doing it ☺️).When they both finished their meal N left the cafe Jere saw a stand filled 2 the brim with all kinds of flower bouquets in every colour,ribbon style U could think of,that was when Bojan knew he had 2 do it right there N then seeing how his soon 2 be fiancé’s eyes light up N how his smile could split his face in half if it was any bigger just by seeing the huge display made him stop questioning if he rlly wanted 2 marry the man who’s hands were pulling him with all the force he had 2 the stand so that’s just what Bojan did,as Jere turned 2 show his rakastani a beautifully decorated pink N yellow tulip bouquet he found it was on the floor as quickly as it was picked up,the sight narrowed 2 only the view of Bojan on one knee holding out a very expensive gold ring with two gems engraved into it,one pink N the other green when it all fell into place.HIS gorgeous,amazing,wonderful,lovely Slovene was asking him 4 his hand 2 set the promise of belonging only 2 the Finn forever in concrete,ofc he said yes N then they both cried into eachothers necks while hugging as if everything up until now would all disappear in a blink of an eye except the only thing that disappeared was then into a field close 2 the town where they could rlly set that promise in concrete if yk what I mean.

BOJERE POKéMON DATE THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!! The Rowlet grilled cheeses look fcking delicious ngl I would killll to have such a date with someone I love <3 The proposal too aggh they're too adorable!! I love how Bojan indulges Jere in his interests and them running off into a field together at the end is so sweet :') ❤️❤️ Thanks so much for the lovely moodboard and story as always 💚

[hiraethwrote]

how are you liking A Little Life? I have a copy of it that i got for christmas that one of my close friends got me as a gift, but i’m scared to read it bc i heard it’s so devastating 😭 i want to read it but i don’t want to wreck my mental state in the process!!

aaah love that you’re asking this!! and sorry if i end up rambling for too long but i kinda feel it’s necessary as it’s such a hefty book that deals with a lot, to say the least

i am loving it. i actually think it might end up on my very exclusive list of all time favourite books. going into it i had fairly high expectations as well, because i had been told it was right up my alley, and i have still to be disappointed.

yk, it’s a big book and i was scared it would be a difficult read technically speaking, like the language would be unnecessarily hard and just overall pretentious wording but it flows surprisingly well. overall, it’s sooo incredibly beautifully written and hanya yanagihara has a way with words that is seriously unmatched imo

but that’s the technical aspect which isn’t exactly what it’s known for lol

whenever i read, watch etc a new story, the characters and the relationships is definitely what matters the most to me. i’ve always valued that the most in my enjoyment, more so in books than anything else. and a little life, as much as the story, plot and writing is important, is definitely a character and relationship based book. it takes a deep dive into a great catalog of a bunch of different characters that are so incredibly fleshed out. you’ll connect with them so quickly bc they’re written so thoroughly.

so, it’s absolutely no secret that I’m an avid reader of angst. it’s basically tattooed on my forehead. i enjoy, for the lack of a better word, the pain i read about. personally, i think it might have something to do with the fact that i’m an overly emotional person who just likes to be in touch with them and express them (but that’s kinda besides the point hehe)

TRIGGER WARNING!! it does not shy away from taboo and hard topics. there’s a lot of graphic depictions of SH, SA, abuse, mental illness, p*dophilia, ED and in general just themes like these. if one is easily affected by stuff like this, i would highly suggest one look up content warnings so you’re aware of what you’re getting into.

because of the graphic contents, i’ve seen it been described as torture porn and i cannot stress enough how much i disagree! everyone is of course entitled to their own opinion, but it pains me when people just boil it down to the suffering that is told in the story. this isn’t some tiktok dark romance that glorifies topics they shouldn’t (that’s a different discussion lol).

a little life is so beautiful, in its own twisted way. it’s been a long time since, if ever, i’ve read about relationships as deep and meaningful as the ones we meet in this book, and i think i have to search for a long time until i find a book that does it to the same degree as this one. aside from the horrible things in this book, there’s so much beauty in this story — about love and friendship, and just the hardships of life. that is what i believe this book is about at its core

so i absolutely, 100% recommend it — IF you can deal with the topics it presents. i know a lot of people that stray away from it because of it, and i can totally understand it. if it’s triggering and doesn’t do your mental any good, stay away. but if you’re up for it, i say it’s worth the experience

and if you ever decide to pick it up i would love to hear what you think about it <3

[corntort]

specific arab trace cultural nostalgia things for both your writing/headcanon reference and my nostalgia

the desserts! he misses good kunafeh and doesnt know how to make it like his mom used to (at some point hammond buys him niche storebought ones as a gift. tastes awful but he appreciates the gesture and i think YOU should try kunafeh one day and oops just realized trace is lactose intolerant and so he cant have kunafeh (its got cheese in it as literally THE main ingredient) sad! well lets just say he toughs it out because its the good shit

He also misses semolina pudding! (mamounia its called) This one he can make at home but its not the same as having it made for you yk?? its special and feels lonely eating it at a table alone instead of with family. (OH big thing with arabs is food and hospitality. if youre invited for lunch you get a second serving no questions asked. dining with familys a big thing)

grew up watching iftah ya simsim reruns on vhs (arabic localized sesame street, and the title literally translates to "open sesame") and had a bit of a whiplash when hammond showed him american sesame street actually lemme link the theme song for reference https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hat3-8tkPlA

HEHEH AWWW !!!! stashes these away for later reference

THATS SO CUTE and same on the hospitality culture thing it is FORBIDDEN. FOOOOORBIDDEN for anyone to leave a mexican household with an empty stomach. my friends used to tease me with bets of "ok so how quick do you think nova is going to ask if we're hungry" like BROOOO!! IM BEING POLITE!

i couldnt cook for shit and still cannot but i tried. another funny thing is a friend who i still hold dear to my heart (even though we don't rlly talk anymore) tried my food and she went "m. its. its Edible..." like yeowch that hurt HADUHFKAS. but it was really really funny and i preferred she be honest with me anyway. i giggle about it to this day LOL

just watched the theme song THATS SO CUUUUTE T__T