#somewhat spolier

[anakinsinfortnite]

I would be lying if I said I don't remember when I actually started liking Solas. It was the minute I saw him all beat to Hell and crying. I out loud to no one said "oh no" I literally should've never played this game.

[artlocke]

more pre-4.1 doodles, i love drawing wriothelsey so much (also i think more people should draw him with little dot eyebrows, i know not all dogs have them but like. they're so cute)

[calypsocolada]

PAPER RINGS | takuma

synopsis: takuma meets your parents, it goes better than expected. authors note: hi there. i was watching the proposal and this story came to me :] i really think jjk is for the girlies and gays with the amount of male characters that are literally too sexy. anyways pls enjoy this story!!!!!!!!!!!!!! does anyone else wanna help me track down gege? he's a fucking menace. cw: slightly suggestive, ANGST, shibuya mention, slight spoliers about nanami wc: 4.3k

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You glance over at the driver's seat, Takuma is bouncing his leg up and down, his hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white. He was nervous. You could tell it instantly. He was rigid, Takuma was never rigid, he was always relaxed. Your first few weeks of dating he was nervous around you and you could see those same mannerisms now. You reached over, turning the radio down a bit. It had been playing the same three Christmas songs on every channel. Takuma glanced over at you and gave you an anxious smile. So you reached over and laced your fingers with his free hand. 

“You survived Thanksgiving, Christmas will be fine.” You whispered, pressing your lips to the top of his hand. You nod his head. 

“I don’t think your Dad likes me,” He starts.

“Why would you think that?” You asked, leaning your head against the seat, inspecting Takuma’s side profile. He was distracting, his jawline and soft brown hair, his chestnut eyes that matched the soft tan sweater you got him. He looked good. Really really good. 

“I don’t know, I just feel like he doesn’t like me.”

“My father is very outspoken, Ino, he once told one of my ex’s that he was ‘fucking annoying’ right to his face.”

“Oh god.” Takuma breathes out. 

“My point is that if he didn’t like you, he would’ve said something to you already.” You say, reaching over to run your fingers through the ends of his hair. Takuma leans into your touch as he presses lightly on the break at a red light. 

“And your mom?”

“My mom,” you laugh. “She loves you.” 

Which is true. Your mom had pulled you aside during Thanksgiving to rave about Takuma. How he helped her in the kitchen and didn’t seem bothered the least bit when helping clean up. Takuma glances at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. 

“Really?” He asks as you nod your head. He bites his lip to keep from smiling too largely. You see his shoulders relax slightly and you roll your head back towards the passing trees. The heat blew from the vents to your cheeks, snow falling fresh and white from the dimmed sky. 

There were things you were keeping to yourself. Big changes you weren’t ready for. You wanted everything to go perfectly this weekend but in quiet moments of reflection you wondered who you wanted it to go perfectly for. Because once you said the things on your mind that just might be the end for you and Takuma. 

You and Takuma have been together for about three years now. You met in Shibuya on Halloween night. It was a crazy night that you didn’t like to remember much of. You’d been there for a Halloween party and next thing you know things were blowing up and people were dying. Takuma had appeared like some sort of superhero, he helped escort you to safety. That night you learned about things you never wanted to learn about. Such as the existence of curses, and that cute boy that you’d fall in love with worked to exterminate such curses. Some jobs he did were fine, minimum damage. But most jobs he’s barely make it out alive. Like the one in Shibuya. Takuma didn’t talk about that night at all, only meeting you. Everything else was an extremely sore subject for him. He had talked about a Nanami Kento at one point while somewhat drunk but the most you got out of him was that he looked up to him but then he got quiet. You assumed Nanami wasn’t around anymore, probably because of the curses they fought. 

That was something you could’ve gone your entire life without knowing because it irrevocably changed things. Life was scarier now. But on the other side of the coin you also met Takuma. 

You and your friends had gone to some stupid party, you remember it raining at one point, your freshly curled hair going flat. You stepped out of the party into the brisk cold air, rain hitting your hot skin, cooling you off. You let your head fall back against the brick wall behind you. You don’t even know why you came out tonight, it wasn’t less than an hour until your friends all found some boys to mess around with and leave you all on your own. You pulled the cold beer bottle up to your lips and downed what little you had left in it, tossing the glass bottle in the trash. It cracked loudly in the bin. You needed another drink. Or maybe you needed to call a taxi and get the fuck home already. You let your eyes fall closed, the bunny ears on your head sliding and almost falling off your head. You adjusted them and shivered slightly, the cold air finally getting to you. Then again what did you expect, wearing a flimsy corset and ripped tights, a cotton ball glued sideways on your ass. Something shifted down the alley, a few cans falling over. You turned at the sound. You were wary usually and dressed like this you shouldn’t have left the club alone. A growl erupted from about thirty feet down the alley. This had you turning and walking back towards the bar until something large stepped in your way, knocking you back on your ass. There was no explanation for what you were looking at. It was a monster, about nine feet tall, with grotesque features and a gaping mouth, its purple tongue lolling to the side. The scream that left your lips was part fear and confusion, part hoping someone slipped you some mushrooms or something because what you were looking at right now couldn’t have been real. The monster spoke then, in a garbled tone, something about its mother? Something about shopping? You couldn’t understand it before there was a burst and suddenly you were covered in purple goo. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s dead.” A comforting voice said, you hadn’t noticed you were still screaming. You took a staggering breath, wiping the goo from your face. A hand extended and you took it. The man in front of you steady you, looked you over for any wounds then slung his jacket over your shoulders. “You're okay? I got it before it could touch you?” He asks. You blink a few times, unable to form words through the shock of what you just saw. He reached forward, barely touching your shoulder. “Ma’am, it’s dead. I’m here, nothings going to hurt you.” He says and slowly your eyes raise to meet his. Beautiful brown eyes. There’s a quiet moment, like the world has slowed for a moment. The stranger's eyes looked gentle, his voice the only keeping you from freaking out all over again. “You're not hurt are you?” He asks again and slowly you shake your head. “Thank god for that,” He says and he sounds genuinely relieved. 

“You saved my life.” You say with a sort of unbelievable amazement. “From--from uh- what- what the fuck was that..?”         

You’d asked him his name that night he saved you, he made a show of things and kissed your knuckles as he left. A month or so later he walked into the bookstore you were working in. He had bandages on his eye and the color gone from his face. You almost didn’t recognize him. When he checked out he looked at you, squinting slightly. 

“I recognize you,” he says as you look up.

“I was in Shibuya during Halloween.” You say and recognition dawns on his face.

“You were dressed as a bunny.” He points out as you blush. You certainly were, it was your friend’s idea. You each went as some kind of cute animal. There was a cat, a mouse, a rabbit and your youngest friend dressed as a dog. 

“Not my best costume.” You say, somewhat shielding your face. 

“You looked cute.” You blushed even deeper. “I didn’t get to thank you.” You say as you hand him his receipt. “You saved my life.” 

“You’re welcome. I’d do it anytime.” He says before blushing. You smile down at your shoes. 

“Could I buy you a drink maybe?”

That was the start of everything. You kept seeing Takuma until he finally kissed you, then you saw him all the time. Now three years later you two lived together. Things had been busy and your parents lived in another state which is why he never got to meet them in person until recently. Takuma grew up in a warmer climate and coming down to where you lived, mid-winter was like a Christmas all of his own. The first time you guys flew here for thanksgiving it was snowing. Takuma ran out of the airport and took thousands of pictures. It was cute. He eagerly bought a parka, beanie and earmuffs. He wore them all the entire weekend. This weekend was no different. He was ready now for this climate. He had various cable knit sweaters you helped him pick out, and a barrage of scarfs. You loved how he loved your hometown. He called it Christmas town, and said it reminded him of Hallmark movies. It always made you laugh because it was one of many states that got lots of snow, he just wasn’t used to it.  

You pull up and the front door to your house is already cracked open. The lights are perfectly placed outside, white snow covering the roof and the ground. There’s a shoveled path for you two to follow. You both hop out, Takuma grabs all the bags before you can even think about grabbing your own. 

“Give me a bag, boy wonder.” You tease as Takuma just shakes his head and walks towards the front door. He was very chivalrous all the time, always putting you first. You rolled your eyes lovingly and jogged to catch up with him. 

“Don’t slip on the ice patch there.” Takuma calls out over his shoulder as you step over said spot. Your Mom appears at the front door, the fog on the window blurring her figure. She waves as both you and Takuma wave back. Then she pushes open the door and holds it open for you two. 

“Hi honey! Merry Christmas!” She says as you two meet in a tight hug. 

“Hi mom. Merry Christmas,” you return. Your mom pulls back, tucks your hair behind your ear before turning to Takuma. 

“Hi handsome, love the sweater.” She says, reaching and pulling Takuma into a hug. 

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N. Merry Christmas.”

“Come inside you two, out of the cold.” Your mom said as Takuma picked the bags up and you held the door open for him. The heat hit your cold cheeks immediately, the smell of your Mom’s homemade cookies hitting you. You smiled to yourself. You moved away from home several years ago, teenage rebellion, but lately you’ve felt a bit alone. You had your friends, who weren’t really all that great if you were being honest, and you had Takuma of course but all your best friends and family lived here. You missed the cold weather, the snow, the wide open space that city life back there was lacking. You sort of felt like you were being pulled in two separate directions. Homesick and lovesick, you just wished there was a cure. Where everything could be in one place. Then there was the glaring fact of Takuma’s dangerous job. That had you unable to sleep the nights he was out working. Laying on the cold side of the pillow wondered if tonight will be the night he doesn’t make it home. It was really fucking with you lately. Which is why you planned the trip back home on thanksgiving and Christmas, maybe to ease some pain in your heart.  

“Alright, I fixed up your room so if you guys wanna rest for a bit dinner will be ready by six.” Your mom says. 

“Where’s Dad?” You ask. 

“Late, work has been crazy. He’ll be home around six.” She says as you nod your head. 

You lead Takuma upstairs, pushing open the door to your old bedroom. Your mom redecorated it a few years ago, thank god. You’d be humiliated if Takuma saw your old one direction posters. Takuma dropped the bags on the floor and fell onto the bed. You kicked off your shoes and shimmied out of your jacket. Takuma leaned up on his forearms, giving you that look. You cocked your head and bit back a grin. 

“Don’t you dare look at me like that.” You say walking a bit closer. He leans up, reaching for your thighs to pull you closer. 

“Like what?” He asks innocently, large fingers wrapping around you as you bury your fingers into his hair. His eyes glistened in the dim light of your room. 

“You know.” You may as he gives a quick tug and you fall on top of him, legs spread to straddle his legs. His hands travel up and rest just at your hips. “My mom is right downstairs. You’re going to make a terrible impression.” You half laugh as his lips press softly against your open throat. 

“Me? You’re the one who can never keep quiet.” He says muffled against you. You blush deeply remembering the time you met his parents. You two had snuck off and got caught by his cousins. It was humiliating. His lips travel up to your jaw, kissing softly. You shudder, pushing him back onto the bed, caging his body with yours. 

“Maybe I should make a mess out of you then, see how you like it.” You say teasingly, pressing your knee between his legs. He jolts at the contact, a strangled noise escaping his lips. 

“Shit,” he gasps. “No, no, you’re right. It’s not smart.” He said as you laughed, moving off of him. His hands are still on you though, as though he’d really like to take a chance. 

“We should’ve stayed in a hotel.” You sigh, reaching to pull the blankets out from under you. Takuma snorts at that, helping as you two get under the covers. He pulls you against him, wrapping an arm around your back. 

“Are the walls that thin?” He asks as you nod your head against his chest. 

“Trust me they are.” 

“I don’t wanna think about why you know that.” He mumbles in the dark as you giggle. 

Your father was about fifteen minutes late and he came rushing inside, profusely apologizing and kissing your mom on the cheek as he entered. His eyes found you and lit up. You rushed to him as he grabbed you up, spinning you around. You giggled. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Hi pumpkin, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Dad.” You beamed. Takuma was a few steps behind you as he held out a hand to greet your father. Your dad glanced at the hand and shook his head. 

“Bring it in, son, it’s Christmas.” Your Sad said as Takuma breathed out a soft laugh, meeting your Dad in a hug. Your heart soared. None of your other boyfriends ever made it past a second trip to your parent’s house. Not a single one. Your father usually had his mind made up the first time. It seems as though Takuma made a good first impression. 

You sat beside Takuma at the table, he held your hand underneath the entire dinner, even as your hands went clammy. It was cute. The dinner went over better than you could’ve imagined. You had never seen your Dad laugh so much, he was usually somewhat serious. But Takuma was funny, that was one of the many things you found attractive about him. He was charismatic and charming, you never stood a chance staying single around him. After dinner Takuma helped your mom clean up as you and your Dad drank cocoa in the living room. 

“Pumpkin,” Your dad started as you turned to him. “I think this one’s good.” He motions to the kitchen. Your heart swells. 

“He is.” You say, there was a sort of swoon to your tone. 

“A lot better than that last one you brought home that one was fucking-“

“Annoying.” You finished with a laugh as your Dad nodded his head, making a face as he remembered.

“I can tell he cares and as much as I don’t want you married off states away from your family I guess I wouldn’t mind if it was with that boy.” You stared at your Dad, feeling slightly choked up. 

“Won, that’s uh- thanks Dad.” You said, sipping the hot drink, but you couldn't stop the tears from falling. Your Dad noticed. 

“Oh honey, did I upset you?” He asks as you shake your head. 

“No! No of course not its-- I,” You buried your face in your hands. Saying it outloud would make the things you felt finally real. You weren’t ready for that. Your Dad reached for you, pulling you into a hug. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hugging you tightly. 

“What is it then?” He asks. You didn’t want to talk about it. Today was a happy day. Your family liked Takuma. You loved Takuma. You weren’t ready for things to change. Things were starting to feel normal. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Takuma’s voice came from the threshold of the kitchen. Your teary eyes slid to his. Fuck. You turned and pressed a kiss to your Dad’s cheek. Getting up you reached for Takuma’s hand, pulling him upstairs to your room. “What’s going on?” He asks as you press the door closed behind you. You blow out a breath, everything hitting you at once. Tears slid down your cheek in a hurried rush, clearly taking advantage of you finally letting them fall. Takuma was across the room in a split second, pulling you against his chest, kissing your forehead and holding you tightly. You sniffled, his scent strong, warmth and cashmere. He ran his hand through the back of your hair and just held you until you calmed down. 

“I don’t want things to change.” You said, your voice sounding pathetically sad. Takuma pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting his. He reaches and rubs the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“What things, Baby?” He asks, eyes searching. You swallowed. 

“Us.” You say. He looks at you for a long moment, slowly cocking his head before shaking it. 

“Us?” He echoes. You let your eyes fall closed, annoyed at how you’ve thought about this shit for months but couldn’t form the right words right now. 

“I didn’t wanna do this but my Dad-- he said something.” You say.

“What he’d say?” He asks, concerned about his features, looking as though he might take care of your father for you. 

“It’s not like that, he- he meant well.”

“What’d he say, baby?”

“He said he’d be okay if we got married.” You say, letting your eyes drift back up to Takuma’s. He’s gently biting his lower lip.

“Really?” He asks, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. You nod your head.

“And that’s not something you want?”

“Of course it’s something I want,” You say in a rush, not wanting him to think you didn’t want him, not even for a second. You wanted him. Forever if you could. He slowly nods his head, trying to understand. “I’m sorry, I wanted to know what I was going to say before I said it.” You sigh. “I want to marry you, that’s something you want to, right?” Takuma looks at you like that's a stupid question. He nods his head. “Then there are things I have to say.” 

“Okay,” Takuma says softly. You take his hand and walk across the room, sitting down side by side on the bed. You remembered years spent in this room. Dreaming of the moment you fell in love. Writing little stories in your journal until the sun rises in the sky. Reading them to your family at breakfast. You remember the first boy you brought in here, how he made fun of the books on your nightstand. The second boy you brought home got in a screaming match with your dad. The third one apparently was fucking annoying. And now the fourth. Takuma. There wouldn’t be a fifth. This one was the love of your life, you fucking knew it. It was the love your parents had. 

“I can’t stay with you if you continue to be a sorcerer.” You say and the weight of it leaves your shoulders and presses down on your chest. The look on Takuma’s face. There were no words to describe the confusion, the hurt, the whirling of emotions. 

“Oh,” He says. That’s all he says.

“Ino, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to do this on Christmas but it is something I’ve been thinking about. Especially lately.” 

“Why did you talk to me about it?”

“Because- because I know how much you love it.” Tears well up again. Fuck you hated crying. You never used to cry but now it came so damn easily. 

“I do. I do love it.” He says and your heart breaks a little. 

“I know you do.” You say and your words sound so damn sad. Takuma’s warm hands find yours, lacing his fingers with yours. You take in a breath and clear your throat. “I’ve thought about it ever since Thanksgiving. How my parents seemed to like you. How you being home with me just felt right. How much I love you. Then my Dad says something about marriage and suddenly it hits me. I don’t want to be married years from now waiting by the door while you're out at a job. Wondering if you're going to make it home. Wondering if one of those fucking monsters got you. You told me yourself how many sorcerers die and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that because, Ino, I don’t want to be without you. I don’t want to know how it feels to lose you.” Tears were coming steadily now. You look and see that Takuma is crying too, he’s nodding his head as though he understands.

“I didn’t- I never thought about it. Jesus…” He sighs, pulling you into the tightest hug. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.” He mumbles into your hair. “I got so caught up in working I never stopped to think about how it would affect you.” He says and you feel that weight lifting from your heart. “I like being a sorcerer, but I love you, of course I’d choose you. I’d choose you anyday, anytime, anyway.” He vows, pulling back, he’s smiling, he’s kissing you. This was all sort of a surprise, you really thought it was selfish to make him choose, thought you’d push him away. “I love you. Fuck sorcery.”

“Ino, are you sure-” He’s kissing the doubt from your lips.

“I’m sure,” he says softly against your lips sending shivers down your spine.

“Marry me then.” You say and Takuma pulls back, a stricken look on his face. You meant it. He’s shaking his head.

“Asshole,” He says and it pulls a surprised laugh from your lips. “I had a whole thing planned.” 

“Can we forget what I said then?” You ask and he laughs heartily, pulling you back to his lips, kissing you softly. “There’s one last thing,” You say.

“You want to move back home.” He says, it’s like he read your mind. “I had a feeling when you pretended not to cry on the way back from thanksgiving.”

“I miss my family.” You say, Takuma smiles.

“I know. I’m fine with that, I like it here.” Takuma says. As far as you know Takuma didn’t get along much with his family which is why he was so eager to impress them. 

“Are you sure? Because we don’t have to move.”

“I want to, baby. Being here feels right.” You can’t help but smile.

“We don’t have to worry about that now.” You say, wiping your face as Takuma leans and presses his lips against your own for a long moment. Then he’s pressing against you as you pull him down on top of you on the bed. His hand grips the back of your thigh, hiking it up as his core presses against yours. You both make some noises as the kisses get messier, more desperate. Your cold hands slip under his sweater, sliding against the cut of his abs. He shivers under your touch. The building tension growing. Something else has grown, pushing against the inside of your thigh as your hands travel around his back, pulling his weight fully on you. His lips kiss a trail to your neck. His other hand sliding down your stomach to the button of your jeans. Fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants, dipping slowly under the waistband.   

There’s a knock on the door that has Takuma’s hand springing out of your pants. 

“Hi, honey, just wanted to check on you guys, is everything alright?” You heard your mom from outside the door. Takuma’s head fell on your chest as he sighed, defeated, you bit your lip to keep from laughing too loudly.

“We’re fine, be down in a minute!” You called out as Takuma groaned against you. 

“I don’t think I can make it this whole weekend.” He whined as you pushed up off the bed, pulling him with you. 

“Don’t you sorcerer's exercise restraint?” You tease as he grabs you by the waist making you yelp slightly, dissolving into laughter.

“You’re really funny,” He says, leaning and pressing his lips against yours. He really can’t keep his hands off you as you two find yourselves falling back into the bed again and again that weekend.

[buckyarchives]

would you like to dance | a. warlock

summary: after the defeat of the high evolutionary, everyone is dancing and celebration. except him.

small blurb, cute-meets, fluff, himbo adam and david bowie, duh. somewhat GOTG3 spoliers

a/n; adam warlock and will poulter have utterly bewitched me. and blonde, beefy himbos will always be my weakness. also, im so sorry for literally disappearing more months, im working on getting my inspiration back along with, IVE BEEN SO BUSYY. thank you, enjoy reading.

You'd never miss a chance to dance, especially now in the midst of a celebration. Everyone, new and old, the people were dancing and it couldn't have been any better. Especially to Florence + the machines. It was pure euphoria, even Nebula was singing her robotic arms and hips. Except him. 

Golden skin and hair soaked damp from dirt and sweat, he was shaking a little and even looked scared, or better described as confused. You weren't oblivious, you recognized him from the attack. Having not anticipated one before or after the guardians left Knowhere in Cosmo, Kraglin and your defense; he took quite a damage to your planet. 

Yet, he sat there shivering and looking so small despite the power inside of him. Everyone around you held peace and redemption high on their moral compass, you could only assume the guardians had choses to give the beautiful man a second chance. He still looked so melancholy as he gazed into the cheering crowd.

Your hips slowly stopped swaying and you let go the new kid's hands as they were just swinging in delight, excusing yourself as you made your way to him. Slow footsteps and you weaved through the crowd, the god-like man hadn't noticed your presence yet. To your surprise, only noticing when he slightly flinched as you spoke up with a small wave.

“Hey,” your voice came out soft and gentle. You noticed the gears turning in his head as he looked you up and down, almost as if he was assessing threats. You only sat a foot from him on the step while you waited for his response. The gentle nature and patience from you confused him, almost halting his thought process as he struggled to even greet you.

“S-salutations.'' He didn't mean to stutter, but a new feeling of embarrassment (one feeling he’d yet to feel until now, Adam decided he wasn't too fond of it) came over him as the syllables left his mouth. “I’m adam.”

You smiled softly and introduced yourself, an awkward beat fell over you two before he pointed up to the speakers. “What is this?”

“What is what?” your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned in closer to the man, not noticing how bright his golden eyes were.

“The sound, the melody, everyone is cheering and moving too.” he sounded so unsure of everything as he spoke, an aggressive confusion. It was almost adorable seeing a grown man so lost. But you had to grow accustomed to finding beings unknowing of the most basic things to you, the universe was big.

You laughed and Adam found himself smiling at the sound leaving your lips, “its music, Adam. People dance to music, Quill was a fan of this band, Florence and the machines are a popular band from earth.”

Adam was still slightly confused on the nature of what a band was and what machine made this melody but he nodded. He looked back at you and noticed the way your chest heaved slightly from dancing, grime on your face and arms from helping the kids and animals back onto knowhere, yet Adam felt an overwhelming feeling he would yet put a name too throughout his entire body. It made him feel jumpy and nervous, but also warm and relaxed at the same time. Emotions were quite confusing.

Then you began to sway, how could you not as the speakers began to blare David Bowie, probably your favorite earth artist. A smile graced your lips and, of course, Adam noticed. You were dancing, and it was beautiful. 

Then, you finally turned to him, a light in your eyes as you offered him; “would you like to dance?”

Adam didn't know how to dance, he wasn't sure of much. Your hands were out and open for him, Adam tried to think about it but he was unsure of what to even think. Reluctantly and almost scared, he took your hands and the warmth enveloped him. You tugged him quite harshly to his feet, the blanket slipping from his shoulder as he stood awkwardly in front of you and around the crowds of people. Little children and even smaller animals scurrying around him, but he only saw you as you started to sway and bob your head. Adam felt an uncontrollable tug at his lips take over.

You looked up at him, he stood bulky and stiff in front of you, a stark contrast to everyone around. Adams eye scanned the area, a self conscious look in his bright eyes before looking at you, “i don't know how to dance.”

“Just let your body move to the music! However you want to!” you spoke over the music, jumping on the balls of your feet and spinning the sound of Starman by David Bowie. 

Adam had never had the privilege to do ‘however he wanted’ so a part of him felt even more stunned. You noticed the hesitancy in his body and took his hands and started to swing, Adam still struggled to let go and lose the tense and stiff feeling in his body. “Come on, Adam!”

“Okay, okay!” he laughed, trying to move his shoulders and head similar to yours, not realizing the beaming smile on his face as the two of you danced. As he loosened his movements and you both moved much more fluidly, you jumped and swung your hips, Adam looked a little ridiculous as he moved his arms through the air but he felt free. Hand in hand you swayed around, Adam would spin you (with some guidance, obviously) and each of you would fill with laughter.

Adam was still quite underdeveloped in the material world, he didn't know a lot and many things were still so confusing. He had a lot of time to figure out what everything meant in this vast world, what every emotion felt like and how he should react. What Adam likes and dislikes, who he likes and dislikes.

Right now, as he music blasted around him along with smiles and cheers for the victory of defeating the high evolutionary. Adam moving in a more free way he's ever felt with you, smiling and so close to him it made his skin feel on fire. Adam decides he likes David Bowie, and dancing. Dislikes the feeling of hurting people and being ordered around. Really likes seeing you smile, and thinking about how he could make it happen more, and more.

[moth-p]

TPOT 11 GUYS?!??!?! HOLY SHIT?!??!?@?!?

Spoliers under the cut

First of all, E.X.I.T.ors content. That's always enjoyable, we love Four's fucked up biology.

Second of all, FOUR. MY BABY. MY BLORBO. WE STAN FOUR (fuck you Firey Junior)

THIRD OF ALL (haha, get it) THREE? THAT WAS THREE. THAT WAS THREE BRO. WHY IS THREE THERE????

EVEN THE COLORS MATCH. THAT IS THREE.

Why is Three there though? Like really. From the Pi vs Pie vid we know that Algebralians getting "inprisoned" by Zeros is not a new thing. If Three did something bad, they would get divided by a Zero, right? Or did they do something SO terryfying that they had to get locked up inside of a literal somewhat godly being. We know that Four can suck other algebraliens up (bfptm10 when Four was going to suck up Five) so that is not a stretch.

Also Matchil kiss. HELL YEA

THEY DID THE THINGGGG

[poorxsouls]

HELLO HELLO, I LOVE SO MUCH YOUR OKEGOM CHARACTERS HEADCANON, your writing is so amazing that you're one of my favorite writters 😭🙏 I wanted to ask if I could request for a yandere Sullivan (obsolete dream) or a yandere Fukami? do the one that you feel more like doing it🙏

YANDERE SULLIVAN (❁⸝⸝ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈⸝)✧!!

YANDERE TYPE: Self aware + submissive

“ I H34RT U !! ” ✩࿐࿔

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Thank you for the request! I decided to do Sullivan because I really think he’d be an interesting character to explore especially with how him and his daughter interact. Anyways, thanks for the request anon!

TW: both mental + physical health issues, murder, killing, slight spoliers, torture/sadism, violence, yandere(isk) behavior in general, slight Kcalb and Sullivan being related theory being added in, mentions of drugging and isolation, might(?) be a bit short, etc.

CW: Sullivan from (obsolete dream) created by DPS(deep sea prisoner) / Funamusea, mentions of Kurotsuno/Olivia, Yagi, ( unnamed ) ex-wife of Sullivan, Maekami, Gyakuten, and Glasses.

TAGS: DPS, deepseaprisoner, Funamusea, okegom, Sullivan, okegom x reader, Sullivan, Sullivan x reader, x reader, character x reader, yandere, yandere x reader, obsolete dream.

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-Sullivan is a very sad, sad, SAD, sad man by many people’s standards even if they like him. Both in the past and present, Sullivan was always been very overemotional and dramatic when it comes down to it.

-(From what we do know), Sullivan does share the same anger and aggression his daughter has yet only saves that anger for few people (aka the mogekos, Gyakuten, etc), but he probably calmed down by a lot (thanks to his late (ex)-wife, Yagi, Glasses, Maekami, and especially Kurotsuno/Olivia due to her being his child). thanks to his emotional outburst towards people, you have seen rare sights of Sullivan actually hurting someone by gripping their wrist while quietly glaring them down ( he’s incredibly quiet.. which he picked up from Kcalb ).

-He’s genuinely much more normal compared to most yanderes (at least being a 3/5 on the yan scale), but if we’re going off his past/high school days, he’d probably be more of a clingy yandere. Speaking of clinginess, he would isolate you if he felt like you’d leave him. Now if this was his past self, he’d probably just break your legs (mostly because he doesn’t have that much of a morality until somewhat good people came into his life), but he wouldn’t hurt you (or at least not enjoy it).

-He also has drugged you a bit with the help of Yagi’s influence, but that’s only to force you to sleep in your bed since you often would complain about it or to just calm you down in general.

-In conclusion, he’s very normal until he actually feels anger and acts out on it. Just be happy he isn’t his past self because you’d be way off worst! If you did meet him during his younger years, he’d probably either be creepily clingy and jealous or just overly violent.

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[morrysonando]

(undertale yellow spoliers) The threequel! Man you peeps really seem to like these draw piles huh? no biggie cuz I like drawing them, It's nice to make a non serious drawing between full length pieces lol. Anyways, first doodle is just from me thinking "If I had a Nickle for every time one of my favorite pieces of media had an eccentric, lovable, loner, misunderstood character who holds close attachments to a balloon with a face I'd have two Nickles, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice..." (the layers in this reference are going too deep I'm gonna stop now lol XD. The second one is flowey fr fr, on god, no cap, keeping it real with you. The third is just a funny reference to a somewhat known video but with axis and integrity, axis gaming, if you will. And the one after I like to think of as a follow up to the horrific aftermath, with a regular show reference (seriously a lot of cartoon references this post huh?). Next one is mooch, that's it, that's her, she's underrated and deserves more art. (also I didn't run out of space I swear this was planned aahgshjhasjhgueqdnn) and the last one is just a funny cute flowey drawing. Okay enough yapping hope yall enjoy :D.

[jesterthestar]

☆ | auhtor's note: hello ! I decided to do write some angst again .. since i rlly love angst , believe it or not. This one will be w/Michikatsu ( kokushibo ), i hope you enjoy it.

♱   | summary: you thought he'd return but he never did, that he was dead ... so you decided to follow him into heaven.

★ | warnings: angst ; spoliers to Kokushibos / Michikatsus backstory ; suicide ; graphic desxription of gore ( will be in pink text , you can skip it. )

You looked up at the shining moon with your sad , tear filled eyes. You have been looking at it in desperation for the past few months now , yet you never gave your hope up.

You constantly worked , with no rest. Days turned into nights, weeks , months ... and you just waited , only to work hard and then he ends up never returning. He was such a fucking jerk for leaving you , and anyone wod say that . But you never thought of him as that. You loved him dearly and realized that there will never be a person that loved you more.

"I will return at last , my dear ... it's a promise."

What a liar that man was .. but you still loved him. You always did. You promised to wait , and you did. But he never returned. You hoped one day you would wake up from this twisted nightmare and you'd be met with your husbands sweet gaze again, as always. He looked at you sweetly everytine you woke up. Every . Single. Morning .. but now you were only woken up by the gemtle sunlight leaving it's trace over your delicate skin.

With every single day your suffering became more apperent. It made you have a harder time with your everyday tasks like work , it affected you , and even if anyone in the village asked you'd say that you are ok, even though by now everyone was aware of your situation ... some had compassion and they wanted to help and some just waited for the right time to finally snatch away the last things you had

"I will always and forever love you."

You sighed and took a sip of your midnight tea as you glanced over the room with your lifeless eyes. Now it was always quiet in your household , which was suposed to be filled with light and happiness ... you remembered discussing your future with Kokushibo when you two got married , how you'd get 2 beautiful children and raise them to become recognizable and strong... well Michikatsu always insisted on the string part.

Deep down you had hope left , but by now you thought Michikatsu has died far into the woodd and that his body probably was decaying in the ground ... or maybe lost to time already. The rain was pretty frequent lately , so it just left you wondering where his corpse could've been.

You looked at the table in front of you. For days now you layed out Michikatsus gifts to you ... well , the ones he gave you until he went away. Hair pins , accesories , kimonos , haoris ... and one of them was a small blade , which he decorated and gifted to you for self defense. He was so considerant. Only if he knew that this will be the item of choice to kill yourself.

"I will be giving this to you. It will keep you safe."

With a shaky hand you reached out to it and put it to your stomach. You took a few deep breaths before you inserted it quickly , the scream that left you was animalistic ... you started going deeper and lower , trying to fully slit open your stomach , you felt that you hit your guts and that they would spill out. They didn't. You were too weak to finish up.

Your torso dropped to the floor in spasms and your hand could barely hold the blade ... your eyes were dim from tears and pain , you could've done it quickly ... but Michikatsu probably died in battle and you wanted to feel what he felt.

As Kokushibo looked over the old house he let out a long and loud sigh. He smelled blood in here ... but no humans.

Though

The interior was somewhat familliar.

He goanced down at the table where a blade wa son the floor , staines with old , decayed blood. The table had other things on it , but he couldn't care enough about them to notice.

He thought , that later the blade might be useful. He took it off the floor and left the house , not closing the door even.

Only if he remembered.

[r-yui]

FFXVI Spoliers | Analysis of Terence's personality

because this character has very little screen time but he’s one of the few persons that Dion cares and loves.

This is all based on ENG dub though.

Tent scene: Terence brings a report to Dion. When Dion looks very worried about his father and is about to ask Terence, he was quick to answer before Dion even finished asking. Actually, this is the scene that makes me start to think that these two have something going on, either close friends or childhood friends or more than that. I mean Terence dared to speak before the prince finished his line lol. It shows that even as a lover, Terence surely respects Dion as his prince. He draws the line, but that line may not be clear cut. If Dion needs support from his lover not his subordinate, Terence can cross that line for him.

Kiss Scene: You can see that Terence reaches out his hand to touch Dion's waist very smoothly like he knows since forever that’s his place to grab oh gawd. But when the kiss’s over, he clings to Dion’s waist and refuses to let go until Dion pulls Terence's hand out himself. From this scene, Terence clearly (and somewhat outright intensely) wants to show his love, and does not want to lose Dion. He might be the one who gets jealous easily.

Scene after meeting Joshua: Dion asks Terence if he believes in him. Terence was about to say "I.." (about to tell his feelings), but closed his eyes and again replied, "We Dragoons...", confirming that Terence had somewhat made the line between love and duty so blurry.

Farewell scene:

(1) Dion - When talking about a medicine girl, Dion didn't even meet Terence’s eyes and kept talking over the shoulder with him, until Terence had to pull his shoulders so Dion could face him directly. It shows that Dion may not be good at expressing his personal/romantic feelings (including making facial expressions/trying not to show weakness which apparently showed when he  held back his tears), but when Terence left, It’s Dion who turned and looked at Terence’s back longingly.

(2) Terence - oh my how cute it is he's taller than Dion even though he bent his knees. Terence pulled Dion's shoulder to talk to him directly, stripped of the prince-container rank thingy and called Dion by name, and cried. He no longer hides his feelings. At this time, Terence was desperate to not leave Dion and he might have known that Dion wanted to break up with him. Still,  Terence never disobeys Dion's orders and Dion knew this. His act of pushing Dion and walking away without turning back doesn't mean he stops loving Dion, but it shows that he is very straightforward and determined to follow his prince’s orders though it damn hurts.

Sometimes I think that even though Dion isn't dead (Please don't die, please have Dion episode in the DLC.) Both of them may not still get back together. Dion must have been overwhelmed by his own guilt, probably thinking that he didn't deserve love from anyone (seriously, nobody blames you. Your dragoon troops are loyal to you. The people didn't blame you. Your cute husband still loves you. The whole guilt is stuck in your edgy dragoon brain).

[theworldfeelsdull]

House is definitely autistic, right?

Gregory House from the show Houss M.D i'm pretty sure is autistic. Although, he's a huge ass blah blah blah.

He consistently breaks rules and is rude, knowing what they are. Given his background with his dad, he most likely suffered some sort of abuse and rules were shoved down his throat. Don't listen or survive.

This resulted in house somewhat understanding what the rules/norms are but not why.

He's an asshole because relationships are overrated to him, harder. Not having to talk to people is bliss.

He has problems with change, as if it is an itch. This was shown (spolier) when House was shot and wanted "his" carpet back.

Vicodin addiction is almost a defensive mechanism against people, also being a self destructive habit. Plus, addiction is addiction. House probably has clinical depression tbh.

The way House obsesses over cases is like solving a puzzle for him, he needs to do it. His job is his life. When he's brazenly honest, it's due to his philosophy of 'everybody lies'. They do, but making it your core belief is extreme. House honors honesty, yet doubts it. The truth is important to him, the complex relationship of lying is his truth.

In conclusion, Greg probably has ptsd, ODD(operational defiance disorder), and depression, autism, or all of the above.

[lunarleonardo]

i just finished the new chapter and holy shittt...

LOVE LETTER CHAP 23 SPOLIERS!!!!

Ejjejsejjs I struggle with empathy, and not to say I'm apathetic. It's more so I literally can't dislike someone or hold a grudge. So I had already, in my head, forgiven Shirogane. aughhhh I don't know why but like she's was actually being somewhat nice and my brain was just like "yep. That's someone who did nothing wrong" like she didn't permanently disable someone and probably become the reason for so much of his suffering.

I was pretty upset to see her dead (whilst trying to stay quiet through my shock as my family watch a bond movie a meter away from me)but I'm also kind of glad.

I'm also so nervous but excited for the interactions between Ouma and Saihara- ehhhahshhshah I relate to Shuichi a lot so I kind of get second hand embarrassment whenever he does anything whilst drugged and all. I sometimes find myself literally apologising for his actions?? 😭😭 But anyways I LOVE the new chapter and I can't wait for the next :))

Make sure to take enough rests, bye byeeeee

Love Letter Tsumugi has been an interesting one to write for this exact reason. Acting so kind and unsuspecting is why nobody caught on sooner, and it's why she was able to get into Shuichi's head so much. She doesnt act like someone who would do such a thing. And most of the time ... they dont (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

Im pretty happy with her death. I am getting tired of killing her in my fics though :/ but with who she was in Love Letter, I couldnt leave her alive. And honestly she had it coming lmfao there was no saving her. sorry tsumugi! (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

[kuwajima]

If its not much trouble, I would love to hear abaut your pre jigoro zenitsu life that isnt a spolier from your lovely fic.

Fortunately, I can't exactly spoil the fic by talking about this because Zenitsu doesn't have the vocabulary or self awareness to explain himself in my fic. You might notice that in the fic I try to be pretty vague about things, and that's because can't explain himself and Tengen doesn't really allow himself to make the connections or dig deep into what Zenitsu is saying.

But even in my other fic, which is more like a pre-canon Zenitsu character study, I find that going into detail about the aftermath of things is pretty effective. The story is more or less from Jigoro's perspective, so he just sees Zenitsu as being skinny and bruised and insecure but doesn't ask any specifics because he already can guess that people were not kind to him. Kaigaku also recognizes these things but believes these are proof of Zenitsu's inferiority while Jigoro views them more as proof of his kindness and determination.

Anyway. I don't think Zenitsu ever had an adult to care for him. Obviously, babies cannot survive on their own so there may have been some kind of camaraderie on the streets very early on for him, but I do believe Zenitsu's canon dialogue that says Jigoro is the first person to really show him kindness. We really cannot underestimate how difficult a baby with super-human hearing would be. I personally believe his mother was someone who would not have kept her baby regardless of his temperament, but one could easily make the argument that a child like that would be too difficult to handle for some people. I do fully believe Zenitsu gave himself his own surname because it does sound exactly like the kind of surname Zenitsu would choose.

I think it's pretty obvious that Zenitsu comes from a world that is very transactional (i.e. doing something only because you gain something in return) but his lack of connection as a child means that Zenitsu is willing to give things up in exchange for praise or attention. This is why he was taken advantage of by so many girls (he would have also been a child for a lot of those interactions, and children are famously easy to trick.) We also know that Zenitsu is pretty lazy and unmotivated, so I don't think he was able to stay at one job for very long before he would be forced to leave. For that reason, I don't think he lived in one location for very long and that would have affected his ability to make friends as well.

Circling back to Jigoro, I know we technically have a timeline for Zenitsu's training but in my bones I don't think that is the time he actually spent living with Jigoro. I think the training itself may have taken a year, but between getting well enough to begin training and then recovering from an actual lightning strike, Zenitsu may have been there for at least two years, if not more. That does make the ex-girlfriends thing more concerning from a modern perspective. But also...who lends a tween boy a large sum of money?! Someone who knows he is gullible.

I don't really know where I'm going with this now, so hopefully this answered you question somewhat! I have a lot of thoughts but they're hard to get out without writing actual prose about it. Like I said, I don't really go into specifics with my other fic but it is two whole chapters of Zenitsu being sort of wet and pathetic.

[m1xieup]

spoliers for Nevermore episode 80!!!!!! (Read at your own risk)

Ok so first of all…. So much happened. I for one am filled with immeasurable joy due to this episode (though I am still awaiting Duke to come back from the wall). We got some character development, Lenore standing up for herself/her friends and refusing to be a pawn in this game, we got some actual Will content outside of Montresor, and possibly some new characters! All of this is incredibly exciting to me! Now I must warn you that I am a Will enjoyer and this post is mainly about my thoughts/theories about him, though I will say the development for everyone was great and I’m so excited to see how they evolve. I will tell you that even though I predicted they may go to Will, I still didn’t think it would happen-he is a side character after all, no matter how much I enjoy him. It was so nice to see him just being his silly self outside of Montrashsor. He seems like a sweet kid caught up in the wrong crowd. However my main reason for posting this is to discuss where he may go in the future.

this conflict is going to change the dynamic of both groups immensely. Lenore’s group may be more cautious and reserved, but I think Annabel’s may fracture. Prospero is loyal to her, but Ada her other devotee is now dating Monty, and may be more loyal to him. Morella won’t want to stay with Annabels group when she learns what they did to Duke, so she’ll probably leave. Monty may start shit with Annabel and may make a power play especially if he passes this off as her plan, and claims he could do better (this is assuming Duke is rescued which I sincerely hope he is). Ada would most likely support him, so Annabel needs to be really careful with how she does things going forward.

Ok so what about Will? He doesn’t really have a choice as far as he’s concerned Lenore could and would murder him so he has to help her. This puts him in a difficult place, as he technically would have betrayed his team by helping to free Duke. So I have a couple ideas about how his arc (which I think he’ll get one! Which makes me very happy ) could go

He stays with Annabel’s group and possibly faces punishment or harm for betraying them (you can’t tell me Monty would not be incredibly pissed at him, and he is not above hurting people that care for him)

he joins Lenore’s group (this is a little unlikely as Idk if they would accept him in after what he did to Duke even if Eulalie and Berenice seem to have some sympathy for him, however it would be very fun and in my opinion Will deserves better friends so it would make me happy)

he goes on his own (idk if he could make it on his own but it’s a possibility)

he dies/gets killed/is eliminated (this sort of goes with the previous but I also wouldn’t put Monty above murdering him if he felt Will betrayed him) [this would make me sad and I hope it doesn’t happen, near death is fine though I can handle angst]

He could join up with another group all together (this is somewhat based on my theory that the 3 guys we saw in the background are going to be somewhat important going forward) basically my theory is that he could join up with three guys we see as a 3rd party or in conjunction with one of the others. ((I also just think it’d be both hilarious and in character for Will to find someone else to latch onto and lackey for))

all in all a fantastic update! I’m so excited to learn more about/get a Will character arc, and I’m excited to see how he grows (change for the better, I believe in you!) I’m sooooo interested to see how these new faces interact with the others and to learn more about them as well. I am eating up Lenore’s arc, and I am so excited to see how this shift in dynamic with Annabel changes things! These are my general thoughts and opinions/theories! I’d love to hear yours fellow fast-passers (or those that read this when it come out fully)! Thank you for sticking with my insane ramblings (I’m so normal about Nevermore I swear) and have a wonderful day/night!

[ryuichirou]

Replies

It’s July! Couldn’t write any shorter replies over the weekends, let’s catch up a little bit.

Most of them are related to things that we posted lately, but not all of them.

Starting with the Lilidia comic from yesterday.

Anonymous asked:

I feel disappointed in myself for thinking ilia and idia pic was going to be nsfw and doing all sort of stuff so I can see it with out anyone else.seeing what I'm looking at (in public)

Don’t be disappointed in yourself, Anon, this is the exact reaction that I wanted to get from this comic… Sometimes their gaming sessions get very heated and intense~

It’s been a while since we posted anything spicy with these two though, that’s true 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Istg, even when Idia’s DRUNK he sounds adorable.

(related to this hc post)

He is just way too much of a babygirl, isn’t he, Anon? Maybe it’s because I just can’t stop woobifying him lol But he really would be absolutely helpless against alcohol… Someone should record his drunk mumbling…

Anonymous asked:

lol is this comic a "what if" of book 4 where Riddle accepts Floyd's offer to stay with Octavinelle during winter break? Have fun goldfishie!

(this is related to this comiс)

YES!!! I’m glad you noticed! I couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario. Poor fishies are bored out of their minds celebrating the new years together, adding Riddle would make the dynamic so fun and fresh! At least for Floyd, I guess…

I drew this sketch in March, and now it’s July… winter break never ends 😎 happy new year!

Anonymous asked:

1. I just have this very strong feeling that Floyd got Riddle drunk for that exact reason.

2. I also have a strong feeling that Riddle's gonna come to in the morning and not know what just happened or what to do next besides blow his top and start screaming or something.

You are absolutely right, Anon, especially when it comes to the second thing lol Riddle is going to have an amazing beginning of the year. He experienced so many new things the night before…! And he remembers none of them. He does feel hangover + some other interesting sensations in his other regions though…

Anonymous asked:

Crewel would be my fave teacher, doesn't matter how mean he is. He just seems like someone interesting to be around.

Do y'all like Crewel in a way like that? Or any other teacher?

(this is related to this pic)

I agree, Anon! Crewel does seem like a scary but very cool teacher, who is young enough to feel somewhat relatable but also old enough to have this feel of “I’ve seen things, you all are just pups” lol

The comic was actually inspired by the thing my English teacher at the uni said to us instead of his introduction. He was about Crewel’s age, liked to dress up and bullied the boys a little bit lol I don’t know, he was professional but also a bit unprofessional at the same time because teaching us wasn’t his main source of income, so he basically just wanted us to know English and was an asshole about it all the time. But in a motivational way, I guess. He was also that one teacher that told me that I should draw for a living instead of being a sociologist.

Personal stories aside, I think my favourite teacher would be Trein LOL I used to fall asleep during classes all the time, so it would be difficult for me to stay awake during his lectures, and he is also hella strict, but I love winning over this type of teachers. It’s fun when they are mad at everyone except for you.

And Katsu finds teachers like Crewel to be scary and is a bit intimidated (literally said “terrified”) by him… Katsu would also be very distracted by his whole BDSM thing lol

Anonymous asked:

He just needs to sleep with Deuce that'll wake him up

Sleeping with Deuce is better than drinking coffee…! It could also distract Crewel from the lesson and give the rest of the class 40 minutes of free time lol I think Deuce should take this “bullet” for the boys.

Anonymous asked:

(¿spolier chapter 7?)  I saw Kalim's new clothing and thought about your Sultan looking for heir-Jamil please rethink your lifechoices-AU (I need to see how Jamil's plan ends up biting him in the butt in that AU.. Jami mama). By the way, what do you think Kalim's dream will be like? I think he already inherited his family's wealth (what!?), that dream Jamil remains a mystery tho.... whatsoever, It's going to be distressing, juicy and long-suffering Kalijami! (the best Kalijami imo!)

The attire really is similar! Well, no surprises here, since I based Kalim’s and Jamil’s clothing on the Sultan’s and Jafar’s, but still, it’s cool to see Kalim dressed like that. I am also happy to hear that you like this AU! Jamil’s plan is inevitably going to bite him in the butt, this is how things always are with Jamil lol

Since we haven’t read any of ch7 yet, I really can’t answer your question. While it’s inevitable to see snippets here and there, we don’t know anything about how the dreams work yet (no spoilers please). But you’ll find it out soon enough anyway!

Anonymous asked:

It's no secret you guys enjoy horror and gore! Somehow you draw it so beautiful *chef kiss*

I was wondering, have you guys ever seen/played Boyfriend to Death(+2) and The Price of Flesh?

It has a bunch of horror and gore in it dark all over and ofc it being an 18+ game there is 👀 you know 👀. But the characters are what's so great about it !

I really like Ren of out of all of them <3

If you do check it out, I highly recommend you check out their warning charts for the characters routes just in case because it does get VERY dark ( maybe I am over dramatic here but I don't know how else to put it without spoiling certain parts of the characters)

But also reading the about info on the carrd I don't think the warnings would be an issue ✨ but I thought I'd mention it just in case you two wanted to look it over!

I recently got into it and your account was the first thing that popped into mind when I finished playing the first two games ✨

Anon!! <3 I’m happy you like our horror stuff! And I am also very happy that you think of our account when you get into some creepy and messed-up stuff, this is super flattering to be honest lol

So thank you for the recommendations! We haven’t played/seen anything that you’ve mentioned, but it does sound promising with how you’re describing it. We’ll look into it, even though I can’t promise anything… still, it’s very appreciated!

Thank you again for your ask and for thinking about us.

[whispersbelongingbird]

Favourite Moriarty the Patriot Relationships! (Platonic and Romantic)

Spoliers Below the cut !!

Mycroft & Sherlock

I do not think there is another Big brother and Little brother relationship I love more then these two. (I mean sure Fuegoleon and Leopold put I mean…) I am dying to know about their past and how they grew up if they were together or separate. When Mycroft first walked through that door and started talking to John I knew he was somewhat related to Sherlock. (I mean, could you not tell?-). Mycroft is that one older sibling who would bring trouble to themselves just to help Sherlock in some way. Sherlock being an idiot doesn't realise it though. Also their nicknames for each other are so cute, Sherly and Mycky.

William x Sherlock

Now. Where do I begin. They are canon and there is nothing you can do to convince me they are not. Sherlock went through all of that trouble just to save Liam. He even jumped off just for him. THEY WERE LITERAL HUGGING WHILE FALLING. I mean if you ask me that is pretty romantic. In the manga Billy literally confirmed it for us when william said 'I want us to live together, share our worries together.' DNHWIQEOHFNLDA Then billy just ruins the moment by saying 'Are you done with your wedding vows?'. Now I am going to shut up.

All of these guys

They are a literal family! Who needs annoying ass noble parents. (Louis is supposed to be there but um- this gif was too pretty not to use) You can tell how upset everyone was finding out William was going to die. Even Louis went against him! Moran didn't want to accept it, he wanted to die with William but he didn't let so he just had to go along with it. Fred and Louis visited Sherlock so he can save him. Albert pinned all the blame on himself. Bond- ummm Well uh yeah-

John & Sherlock

These two are just so funny. John cares about Sherlock, Sherlock cares about John although he is horrible at showing it. The scene after they had saved John from being accused of murder. Sherlock really tried hard to apologise but John knows he is horrible at it. Also when Sherlock got 'arrested' you could see how angry and upset John was since he did it for John and Mary to get married. And their reunion!! John kinda looks like an idiot did crack up but um. still love those two. 'Just as I have a need for you, you have a need for me' says Sherlock

Mycroft X Albert

I honestly don't know how I grew a liking to these two but I guess I just did. They would make a funny duo. Protective older brothers for the win! I do hope to see them interact some more! But out of all honesty Albert is kinda dry but I still love him, they are both very calm and will have a nice healthy relationship (who am I lying to-) They are a chaotic duo in their own way. Mycroft used to really trust Albert before he found out he was the Lord of Crime.

[random-krab]

Okay so let's talk about the picture of Dorian gray and it's links with Greek stuff specifically with Narcissus

The story of Narcissus has technically three parts the first being the story of when Narcissus's mother went to Tiresias and he told told Leiriope (Narcissus's mother) that her son would enjoy a long life as long as he never knew himself or saw his reflection. The second part is the more famous one of Narcissus and Echo and the story is fairly simple Echo is in love with the very beautiful Narcissus who only really loves himself (Shocker Ik) but even though she can form a lovely confession to him he still rejects her leaving her to hide in caves and forests. The second part is the story of Narcissus and Ameinias and just like Echo, Ameinias a young man falls in love with Narcissus and confessed but Narcissus yk being himself rejected him in the worst possible way ever by sending him a sword and tells him to yk kill himself which he does whilst invoking Nemesis aka the goddess of revenge or divine retribution however it works and she sees what has happened to everyone who has confessed to him so one day while Narcissus is hunting he sees a spring and happens to catch a glimpse of himself and falls in love with it and never leaves to spring simply watching himself in the water (Now this is just one version there are others but this is my favorite) but soon enough Narcissus’ despair over his self-love and his belief that he suffered justly for his harsh treatment of Ameinias leads him to kill himself and his blood causes a flower to sprout appropriately being the Narcissus.

Now I skipped over a few things 1 being character traits I mean come on with that summary anyone would be justified in thinking Narcissus was in the right.

Let's start with Narcissus.

Narcissus: throughout both story's he is well a narcissist he is self-absorbed and egotistical

Echo: rather helpful to Zeus and clever considering how she pieced together lies for Zeus and sentences for Narcissus

And finally Ameinias: we don't have much on him as he was a recent discovery but we can assume he was a rather determined but more fragile character overall.

Now as for The picture of Dorian gray

The picture of Dorian gray is one of my favorite books ever (in fact I just got a copy I have been waiting for)

The book is a novel by Oscar Wilde, about a young man named Dorian Gray who has his portrait painted by a friend. The portrait becomes cursed, so that as Dorian ages, the portrait retains his youthful beauty. Dorian leads a life of pleasure and debauchery, through out the book he becomes increasingly selfish and irresponsible, committing various vices such as gambling and womanizing. Meanwhile, his portrait becomes more and more hideous as it ages, but Dorian remains forever young. The painting is eventually destroyed and Dorian is left to face the consequences of his actions.

Now on to the characters obliviously there are more characters in this book then the story's about Narcissus's

Here's a short summary of the main characters in "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and their basic characteristics:

Dorian Gray: he is young and handsome and although at first somewhat innocent becomes increasingly selfish and well narcissistic

Basil Hallward: A painter who is also one of Dorian's closest friends, Basil is the one who paints Dorian's portrait. He becomes increasingly horrified by Dorian's lifestyle (he is also totally in love him Dorian)

Lord Henry Wottount: A debauched aristocrat who is a bad influence on Dorian, Lord Henry encourages him to pursue a life of hedonism and excess.

Sybil Vane: Dorian's first girlfriend, a poor but talented actor, Sybil is initially appalled by Dorian's superficiality.

Alan Campbell: A rival of Dorian's for Sybil's affection

James Vane: Sybil's estranged husband and Alan's brother, and I won't give anymore spoliers

As you can see there are more then a few similarities between the two

And for the TLDR- In ancient Greek mythology, Narcissus was a young man who became so enamored with his own reflection in a pool of water that he fell in love with it and eventually wasted away. Similarly, in "The Picture of Dorian Gray," Dorian Gray's youthful beauty is preserved on a painting that he becomes obsessed with, leading him to a life of hedonism and sin. This obsessive love of his own image eventually results in his downfall, much as Narcissus's infatuation with his own reflection led to his death. Both stories serve as cautionary tales about the dangers of self-obsessions and focusing too much on one's own appearance and beauty.