#softens him to the idea of it

[lesbianherald]

You might’ve been asked this before but I’d love to see Viktor’s POV of the kids in chapter 8.

Just the description of “Viktor's looking down at Jayce like he's trying to figure out something completely improbable… Viktor makes a face Jayce has never seen before. As if he's been given the answer to something that's haunted him.”

I’d love to hear his thoughts going through that, realizing Jayce’s feelings and accepting his own. Especially since he has doubted his feelings so much.

eeeeee sorry it took so long to respond to this! (assuming you mean kiss lol)

one of the hardest parts of coming home was deciding whose perspective i'd focus on for what moments, though having the first kiss be jayce's pov was very deliberate. for jayce the kiss was so important - it was a huge surprise in a way it wasn't for viktor - it was also representative of a certain forgiveness he craved so much - so I felt it would have been nice to focus on him for the kiss, and viktor for the following intimacy considering his whole deal in the fic. sdlkfjshf

hopefully Viktor's POV is kind of there in the sense that you might be able to guess it. I don't like saying much if its not in the writing tbh but for me his whole deal in chapter eight is allowing himself to finally believe Jayce's affections are in fact real, kind of triggered by Jayce driving to come pick him up, and by his realization that his self imposed isolation is more miserable than he thought it would be.

its why cait says he's looking at him like a puzzle he has to solve.

but even if something starts becoming obvious to him, even if it all lines up, he's still hurt and weary because of the past. Jayce both apologizing and simultaneously getting rid of any doubt that what he feels is real was really a perfect storm for him to be unable to deny himself anymore.

i think this is for the most part all in there in subtle ways! but here ya go :)

[puppppppppy]

Alex and my farmer Cosmo (he/him)

[quantomeno]

"After the defeat of Sidorak and the Visorak hordes, Dume chose to stay on Metru Nui rather than join the Matoran on Mata Nui. He began rebuilding the city using his Kanohi Kiril."

It always struck me as kind of funny to imagine Turaga Dume wandering around an abandoned and decrepit Metru Nui like WALL-E, slowly repairing the city bit by bit. Particularly because the noble Kiril isn't as effective as the great version, and given the Matoran had to help reuild when they got back, I imagine he didn't get all that far even in 1000 years (in his defence it is an entire city).

But yeah, Dume by himself on Metru Nui with the Rahaga and Keetongu is such a weird thing. Being stuck in an abandoned city with 6 half-animal old people and a giant orange animal thing for 1000 years and having nothing better to do than tidy things up a bit. I like to think he did a bit of soul-searching in that time.

[crocswithoutsocks]

I found out there was an anteater LPS so obviously the only logical thing to do was go and buy one immediately and make it into Flint. My phone hates me so pictures are bad but look!!!!! That's a little guy!!!!!

[thirstforhelmets]

Ganondorf x F!Reader: After your life! I’m -not- your wife AU

Ganondorf: How many times does this make it, Assassin? Four losses?

F!reader: *Beat up and nearly unconscious on the ground* 

F!Reader/Assassin/Future!Wife: *Has barely enough strength to flip him the bird before fully collapsing in exhaustion*

Ganondorf: *Smirks before eyeing the stolen Master Sword embedded in the ground nearby* 

Ganondorf: You’re lucky your tenacity for humiliation has kept that sword out of the whelp’s hands for this long.

Ganondorf: *Kneels down next to your head* 

Ganondorf: Expect me to visit your village next month.

Assassin: Urgh...

Ganondorf: I’ll be staying in your room the whole time as well.

Assassin: Fuck you, Gaan...

Ganondorf: *pauses for a moment*

Ganondorf: Our daughter still likes blue, right?

Assassin: *deep sighs*

[honeycreammilkshake]

so recently i've been getting really into shigadeku and my personal headcanon is deku and tomura (both of them being really headstrong and willful) have more of a push and pull relationship, with tomura often being a bit standoffish or argumentative to prevent deku's sweetness from rubbing off on him, but it only fuels deku's resolve and determination to spoil him even more.

i also think deku would be the more feminine in the relationship and wear pretty dresses for his boyfriend, but he would also be the more dominant one in the relationship, too. i feel like he would be sweet and careful with tomura most of the time, helping him do basic stuff like cooking and laundry since tomura doesn't really know how to without breaking things.

but deku can also be provoked into his more dominant and protective side, wanting to take care of tomura and provide for him, getting angry on his boyfriend's behalf when others judge tomura, taming a bit of tomura's strong sense of willpower by being soft and spoiling him... which his boyfriend loves a lot, but he's not quick to admit it.

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

It’s currently 1am but the 12th April’s @wolfstarmicrofic prompt was evil and hippie Remus x scientist Sirius has taken over my brain so here’s a present

Also the evil eye is part of my culture therefore it’s also part of Remus’ because I say so

Masterpost here!

(163 words)

“Padfoot?”

“Hm?” Sirius hummed, glancing up at James from his frantic note-taking.

“What’s that?” He pointed to Sirius’ wrist, where a small, blue, circular bracelet sat, slightly obscured by his lab coat. Sirius dropped his pen, pulling his sleeve up and showing James a bracelet made up of small blue beads, shaped like eyes, with a white blob and a small black pupil adorning each blue design.

“Oh, Remus gave it to me.” Sirius answered with a shrug, turning back to his work.

“Sirius Black wearing jewellery? At work? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Shut up. It’s meant to protect me.” He answered. “Apparently you gift evil eye jewellery to people you want to protect, and it projects people’s bad intentions back onto them. It’s a karma thing.”

“You really do love the whole… hippie thing, don’t you?” James asked.

“I love Remus.” Sirius answered simply. “If he wants to protect me, I’m going to let him. Now shut up, I’m working.”

[kubosai-central]

Fanfiction idea where Kuboyasu admits his feelings for Saiki, but Saiki is really hesitant on getting into a relationship or even getting close to someone so Saiki, forgetting how stubborn and hard-working Kuboyasu is, tells him that he has five dates before Saiki makes up his mind about it. Throughout the dates, Saiki keeps trying to self-destruct and drive Kuboyasu away but it never works because Kuboyasu always manages to find a solution to whatever crazy shit Saiki does and it drives Saiki insane. Eventually, Saiki actually decides to give Kuboyasu a chance and starts to see the kind of person he really is and starts developing feelings for him too and by the fifth date he’s willing to let himself get closer to Kuboyasu.

[domeniudulce]

The idea that Gascoigne and Henryk were hunting partners (presumably with Henryk being Gascoigne's elder and mentor) and that Viola was Henryk's daughter is the funniest shit. Like how do you think that went over.

[cookinguptales]

I will never forget the time I was giving a presentation in college and I was trying to be diplomatic about freud like "well, he did some positive things, but he also set [xyz] back about a hundred years, and--"

and my professor interrupted me and was like "really? what positive things do you think he did?"

which left me FLOUNDERING trying to name some and she is just. smiling at me like the fucking cheshire cat.

honestly, though, thank you ma'am for teaching me not to couch my criticisms in compliments I don't believe just to keep people from getting mad lmao

[thedrotter]

you know how my display name is straight up local catboy even though im outright terrified of cats. well this week a miracle happened: ive interacted with a cat for once?!?!?!?!

you see i was at campus this week and the college cat started chasing me everywhere and even waited for me as i went to the bathroom and i was so scared😭 as i got out of that bathroom I was cornered girl was already camping outside... I thought i was going to faint to die but then turns out she was running after me because she wanted to rub herself on my legs???😭😭

it struck a soft spot in my heart because she reminded me of my dog because she does the same thing (plus bonus points my dog is black and the cat was a black cat so. double hit) and here's the miracle... I crouch and talk to her🫣🫣 this sounds very simple but i usually keep cats at a distance since they terrify me so this this was a very intense moment for me fr

so yes display name local catboy who also happens to be terrified of cats despite that display name interacts with cat for once in his life

[grahamcarmen]

[beastsovrevelation]

I had another Good Omens fanfiction dream this morning.

Basically, Crowley was due to give birth. You might ask, Pestilence, what's with you and Crowley being pregnant?.. The answer is, I don't know, and neither does my therapist.

So, Crowley's due to give birth, he's scared and in pain. Beelzebub shows up, along with a few other demons (I guess I'll look through the Key of Solomon, I remember a few have to do with healing). She told him they'll support him. I have a feeling, the dream adhered to my idea that Crowley and Beelzebub are siblings (in spite Beelzebub looking like she does in S2, so Indian).

Crowley had to change to his snake form, because while his human form was male (so he couldn't give birth without surgery, which was too dangerous), his snake form was female. The demons put him in a whelping box (genius idea). Crowley gave birth to either 4 or 6 baby snakes (apparently, they're called snakelets). It was a live birth, which, fun fact, some snakes do give (i think boa constrictors, and snake Crowley kind of looks like one, aside from the colouring). The baby snakes then morphed to human form. I don't think Crowley nearly died, but he lost a lot of blood, and got extremely exhausted. No, it probably wasn't realistic to how snakes actually give birth.

(They were far larger, though)

Oh, and at some point, Aziraphale found out, but someone (possibly Beelzebub) forbade him from coming, because an angel's presence would distress the babies, and they wouldn't take human form. They could also die.

No, I don't think Aziraphale was the "father". The babies were demons, while, according to my headcanons, when an angel procreates with a demon, the baby's an angel, as it's the original form (though, they do retain some demonic features). Maybe, Crowley mated with an actual snake, or something... It would be very Greek and Norse god of him, but what the Heaven, dude... I guess, Beelzebub could act as the litter's she-father, once the two had reconciled. Which, is a word I use for maternal figures who, traditionally, would be considered more paternal. You know, kind of emotionally detached, more provider than carer, often absent, that sort of deal.

This is incoherent, but I only remember fragments. I guess, I will put it down in my notes for the future. I already did. (I'm kind of tempted to write the birth scene, I like writing birth scenes, they're brutal).

Don't you just have a love/hate relationship with when you are already swamped with WIPs, but the Fanfiction Gods send you another vision?..

Also, don't you just hate it when you give birth to a litter of snakelets, with the help of your coworkers, and your estranged sister.

What the Hell do you even name that many damn whelps...

[keikaru]

love's imbroglio - mystic messenger (Jumin Han/MC)

“I might not have the experience or knowledge like you, but I am a fast learner. Teach me, and I’ll be able to perform within your range of expectations. If I can’t keep up—dismiss me. But before you let your biases muddle your judgement, at least let me prove myself that I am not incompetent to whatever level you hold me at.”

Her eyes narrowed to the same firmness of her voice. She knew her mild temperament was close to succumbing to fury and disgust, but she smoothed her skirt and reigned in her anger. Once the elevator descended to the lobby, she could walk away and forget everything.

In fact, she could have walked away at any moment, damn the consequences. Yesterday, three days ago, last week when the deal was finalized. Yet she stayed. She couldn’t find it in herself to leave—not when her parents’ businesses were on the line. Not when her mother’s high end fashion line and her father’s grand hotels were at stake.

Although she should have been aghast by the severity of the situation, something far greater than those concerns reeled her attention away. Where did her older sister go?

The eldest was all gung-ho about inheriting her mother’s business that she interned and worked along their mother after high school and the following years. Her sister cut back on college classes and managed to be a part-time model and promote clothing lines and promotional items.

Now she—the second daughter—was thrust amid family problems. Correction—family business problems. Her disinterest in her parents’ business was clear, yet she found herself in the very core of it.

Most importantly, why did her sister disappear? And where did she go?

Her knuckles whitened as she curled her fingers into a tight ball. Her jaw was taut with tension. It was too soon to be reminded of her sister. She disappeared just five months ago. 

She saw Jumin visibly stiffen, but his face was impassive as he brushed her comments aside with a pointed, sidelong glance. His eyes reflected a cold indifference, almost imploring her to utter one more bold statement that would lead to her resigning by tomorrow. 

The air between them was filled with a thick silence. Mingled in with a tension and discomfort on a spectrum she hadn’t known existed until now.

She was going to be fired. She was certain of it. As her gaze caught his reflection in the elevator mirror, she noticed that he crossed his arms—it crinkled the sleeves of his dark tailored suit—and lowered his gaze. He suddenly found interest in the plush carpeting. Likewise, she averted her eyes to the wall beside her. But she had to voice her concern—her irritation about his inability to look beyond the small world he submerged himself in. That, and his obsession with his beloved feline partner, Elizabeth the third. “I apologize for my behavior,” Jumin said quietly, keeping her at a distance. Jumin shifted and leaned his shoulder against the wall. His eyes were trained on the glowing elevator buttons in front of him, but his body partially faced her. “I’ve been under much duress as of late. I didn’t mean to ignore or snap at you this entire week. I’ve been…inhospitable ever since our first meeting. And truthfully, it is not your fault by mine.”

[jaedoesart]

daydreaming abt my ocs and then looking at their th profiles and realizing how much I've changed their personalities and now everything is so ooc 😭

[goatpaste]

It's not even fair how emotional the concept of Diego and Lucy being friends/adoptive siblings makes me because it's literally not real in any shape or form