#sorry anon darling

[supernova3space]

Hypothetical Question: If you had to revive one of the baby gays in the SOA post-war which one would it be?

My darling anon, what do you mean one?! The gays must be together at all times for their well-being and for the safety and sanity of the people around them.

Really, I can't choose. Achilles and Patroclus go as a package deal. It's that or nothing.

[the1trueanon]

hehehehe finally got these done!! Reboot is so fun to draw; I swear drawing him just bursting into laughter immediately made me feel so much better about literally everything 🥰 He has such a pretty smile, especially when it's genuine. I love him being silly and giggly 🥰 I want him to just be able to laugh and be happy .....buuuut at the same time I also want to put him through so many of The Horrors(TM), so maybe my wants shouldn't be trusted XD

As always, Welcome Home belongs to Clown (partycoffin), and Reboot!Wally/the Reboot AU belongs to @bloodrediscream!💖💖

[buttdumplin]

For my dear sweet 🌙 anon, who asked for a piece in which transmasc reader clarifies his pronouns with the boys.

cw: poly!141 x transmasc!reader, established relationship, complex gender feelings, comfort

word count: 1070

It’s in the kitchen that you gather the courage, “Can we try something?”

Four heads turn to you, sandwich assembly line quickly forgotten. Maybe this wasn’t the best moment to speak up, your tummy is grumbling already. But you’ve started, so you should see it through. 

“Good god, keep your pants on. This is serious,” you say, voice growing quiet, “And about me.”

The boys swarm around you, eyes burning and ready. Sitting at the table was supposed to let you watch them as they work on lunch, but their looming turns it almost ominous. The sounds of you cracking your fingers, which you tend to do when you’re nervous, does not go unnoticed. 

Johnny chuckles, trying to keep the mood light, “Maybe shoulda phrased it a little differently, love.”

It took you forever to find the right dining table, one big enough to fit all of you and your plates. Days and weeks turned months as you scoured for the perfect one. But as they take their seats, it feels too small. The air is tight. 

“Do you guys remember that talk we had? About gender and me maybe not feeling wholly like a woman?”

They lean towards you, further dwarfing the table, waiting for you to continue. Your belly feels like it’s boiling, tumbling with nerves. That conversation went well, so surely this one will too, right?  If you take the time to look up at them, you’ll see their soft expressions. Simon hunches, blatantly trying to make himself smaller, as if wanting to create space for you to speak. Kind grins adorn Johnny and Kyle’s faces, remembering the conversation well and trying to be encouraging. John just looks proud. Silence breaks as you take a deep breath.

“I think I’m a guy,” you whisper. 

Smiles spread, bodies still, waiting for more. 

“I’m a guy,” you say louder, their grins coaxing yours out.

Kyle takes your hand in his, squeezing gently, “Watch out lads, I’ve got a boyfriend.”

What starts as a giggle soon overwhelms you, turning into a deep belly laugh and running tears down your cheeks. You cling hard to Kyle’s hand, wiping your face a little sloppy. It’s your first time saying it out loud, and there’s no way you could have predicted how fucking euphoric it would be. A spark’s been lit inside your chest, and you think that this must be what true happiness is. It feels so right, and Kyle’s immediate claim fuels you. Another deep sigh steadies you. The hard part is not quite over.

“I hope this doesn’t…” the words come out slowly, “Doesn’t change anything.” Your hand moves in a wide circle, gesturing at each of you.

Their bodies stiffen, caught off guard. Of everything you could have said, that was not what they expected. Worry melts their posture and brings their shoulders down to droop. John and Kyle exchange glances, failure written on their faces. If they’ve left room for this concern, they’ve clearly done something wrong. Johnny cocks his head, confused because why would that be a question? 

When Simon speaks, he almost sounds exasperated, “We’re all men.”

“Yeah, but-”

“All men,” he cuts you off, eyes locked on yours, challenging you to try again. “Boyfriends, like Kyle said.”

“Boyfriends,” you repeat, grin back in place. 

“Get to confuse the cashier at the grocery even more now,” he winks, relieved to see you smiling again. 

A calm silence settles the room again and easy breathing can be heard from all of you. The sinking pressure is lifted from you, letting you bask in the moment. Everything is okay. Your world didn’t crumble. Boyfriends, they said. Sweat threatens to slip your hand from Kyles, making his grip tighten. The pride on John’s face is loud, his dimples growing more pronounced. Johnny drops his chin into his hands, elbows on the table, an impishness about him.

“Logistics,” he says, “Pronouns, please?”

“He/him,” your voice shy.

He cups his ear, “What? Didn’t catch that.”

“He/him,” you say, fullbodied.

Under the table, he squeezes your knee with support. If you weren’t sitting, you’d be squeezing the life outta them, cracking their backs with the force of your hugs. They didn’t even fucking take a beat to respond, they were so immediately onboard. Darling boys continue to bring warmth into your life, erasing your doubts. Though truthfully, it was the possibility of losing them that you were most scared about.

“Terms?” John asks. 

You hesitate to respond, not having gotten quite this far just yet.

“Sweet boy?” he prompts.

Hearing it makes you gasp, your eyes widening and face burning. It hits sweet in your chest and the pleasure of it is visible. It’s the only confirmation John needs. Easing back into his chair, he crosses his arm with sweet satisfaction. The rest of the boys smirk, taking note, minds filling with more ideas.

Kyle has to clear his throat, and thoughts, before he speaks again, “Who do you want to include in this? How do you want to navigate it?”

“I’ve already told my doctors and it’s in my file,” you say proudly, and Johnny answers with excited whooping.

“He/him pronouns in public?” Kyle continues.

“Yes, please,” you eye your guard dogs. The four of them beam, chests swelling from knowing you have so much faith in their abilities to protect you, to keep you safe. 

“Please tell us if there’s ever a situation in which you don’t feel safe doing so. We play by your word,” he swears.

You nod in response, his words spreading a new and lovely warmth through your body. They must have done some homework after that initial conversation, always wanting to be prepared. And it couldn’t be more fucking soothing. Air returns to the room, bringing in levity once more.

“Lovely lads all around,” Johnny looks at each of you, wicked joy painting his face, “What a lucky bastard I am.”

His toothy smile is infectious, catching the rest of you until your faces hurt from mirth. Of course they were amazing with this, they’ve put so much work into maintaining this relationship. All those late nights working through clarifications, the probing answers and check-ins. And they’re doing the same thing now, meeting you head on. And eager to boot. Sweet boys stay sweet. 

“Well,” you say, giggles bubbling from your lips, “Your boyfriend is hungry, so yall best get lunch done.”

[blindmagdalena]

Hello!

Wonderful "Eat Your Ego, Honey" got me wondering:

what would happen if Homelander was interested in a stripper?

She's known for her dancing and, he sensed, her secret superpower/-s. Would he be furious that a girl dances in front of some "dirty" men? Would he torture her for being afraid of him? Would he be uncomfortable with the smell of her sweaty body?

I literally see scene of meeting: she's dancing to gothic metal in the dim lights of the room; Homelander is freaking out, jealous and horny (because he feels like she's having a blast dancing).

Thanks for your fanfics, I adore it! Because of your headcanons I fell in love with Homelander and decided to watch the series...

anon. the absolute RABBIT HOLE you sent me spiraling down with this ask is genuinely insane. firstly tho, thank you!! i'm so happy you enjoy my work and have been inspired to watch the show! i hope you love it as much as i did.

okay, now, onto the meat of this. i can't imagine Homelander ever being in a strip club, but i absolutely can see Vought having a dancer supe who performs at shows! and then i started thinking about what kind of powers she might have.

(this got long. strap in.)

and okay. bear with me here. i have the FAINTEST memory of a kids show (something like goosebumps or are you afraid of the dark) where they told a monkey-paw type story of a girl who wished that everyone would like/love her. and of course this turned out to be a fucking nightmare. people were obsessed with her automatically to a scary degree and she was eventually swarmed and maybe killed by the aggression of the adoring crowd? i don't remember.

but that made me think about her power being something of that nature. a chemical that compels people to adore her. when she sweats, and that sweat evaporates off of her skin, it fills the air people in the vicinity inhale it. it's what makes her dances so incredibly popular! but too much exposure to her powers can cause, uh... scary side effects in people. make them deranged. obsessive.

she hates it. it's destroyed all the relationships in her life. it's pretty much inevitable that she'll eventually effect the people around her, and it either freaks them out to the point they break contact with her or creates a completely inauthentic infatuation with her. it's impossible for her to know if anyone actually likes her, or if they're just under the influence of her powers.

she, like Homelander, would know what it's like to be "loved" in the most hollow sense of the word.

how cut to Homelander who's present at one of these shows where she's dancing and oh my god something smells incredible. downright intoxicating. it calls to every fiber of his being and he follows the scent of it until he's close enough to the stage, and it shocks him to his core to realize it's a person.

except! Homelander is so fucking chock full of V himself that he's not wholly affected by her... idk, pheromones? whatever you want to call her aura of effect. but he IS intrigued by it. by her. by the way her body moves and how she seems to have cast a SPELL on the entire audience.

he expects he'll be able to get a chance to speak with her after the performance, but bafflingly, she gets the FUCK outta there as soon as her set is done. naturally he has to follow!!!!

and okay i just had so many ideas for this! i even thought of One Single Friend she has who's a fellow supe and, due to his own powers, he's immune to her effect. i haven't figured out how exactly. maybe he doesn't breathe the way normal humans do. or he has some kind of innate filtration that makes him immune to gasses and things. his supe name is something stupid like... The Filtrator.

speaking of which her supe name would probably be like. Enchantress. something that alludes to the charming effect she has. but her friend knows how her powers work and he playfully calls her The Perspiren. perspiring siren. 😭😂

anyways i think they could have a lot of really interesting parallels! and of course Homelander would be intensely possessive of her, but he's also a HUGE exhibitionist and i think he would get off on knowing how badly everyone wants someone that's his.

he wouldn't ever physically hurt/torture her, but he would of course become violent if his possession of her were challenged or threatened in any way. if anyone touched what's his, or presumed they could take her. anyone she showed interest in would definitely wind up dead.

can you tell that i thought WAY too hard about this.

idk if i would make this an oc or a reader fic. i feel like this could definitely work for my first proper supe!reader fic! it's got a ton of potential. thanks so much for sending this!

[t3ddyd0ll]

Hiii is it okay to request a short story or drabble of Si and darling finally starting to come around? (I cannot stress enough how much I enjoy your writing and i hope youre taking care of yourself!!

Safe, sleepy, warm.

You lay with your head in his lap, comfortable, content. He runs his fingers through your hair, drawing long and gentle lines across your scalp. Every once in a while they switch to petting, smoothing down your hair and twirling it around his fingertips.

Together, you watch a movie. Something funny- they've been begging for you to watch it with them- but you can't remember what it's called. Your mind is still a little fuzzy from the medicine.

He giggles at the screen, and you can't help but smile. Their laugh is so cute.

Simon looks down at you, once again smoothing down your hair to get a better look at your face.

"You look so sweet," they croon. ". . . I wish I had my camera..."

You feel suddenly shy. Your hand comes up to hide your face, but they wrap their hand around yours to stop you.

"Nooo," they coo. "Let me look a little longer.."

"Look at the screen," you plead softly.

A sound you could only compare to a chirp escapes his throat, and he squeezes your hand a little tighter than normal.

"Sorry," they whisper, a little smile peeking up at the corners of their mouth. "I can't help it..."

You begin to blush a little, unable to conceal the smile that forms on your face. "You're terrible," you tease.

"And you're pretty."

Finally, they allow you to conceal your face so they can go back to playing with your hair. You relax almost immediately once they do, feeling safe, sleepy, and warm.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Okay okay, let me throw the idea out of just manipulative Yan!Veronica

Can be a fic or headcanons, whatever you want to do, but im willing to let this girl manipulate me idc!!!

-🐊

Yesss I love that idea so much!! Sorry this is a month late, I got distracted for a bit since I went on a trip to the beach with my friend and didn't get any writing done for a good couple of weeks lmao. I decided to go with both headcanons and a fic because I felt bad for making you wait for so long. Headcanons are below, the fic will be out later this week! 🥰

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, Veronica is extremely manipulative but we love her anyway, brief mentions of suicide (relevant to canon, yknow)

Veronica's one of the more covert yanderes tbh. She's not as domineering as Heather Chandler or straight up crazy like JD. At first, she just appears as your typical teenage girl who's worried about their partner. Sure, she's a little clingy, and possessive, and overly protective, but with people like Kurt and Ram out there who wouldn't be?

Her manipulation is also a lot more subtle than other people's. She's able to easily disguise it as worry, insisting that she's just trying to look out for you when it comes to parties you might want to attend or people you hang out with

She has absolutely no problem making up stories or coming up with lies in order to get you to leave certain people alone. Oh, you didn't hear that so-and-so slept with their best friend's boyfriend? Wow, I thought everybody knew that. She's so trustworthy and genuine, of course you believe her

If you ever manage to catch her in a lie, she's quick to turn it around on you or act as if she has no idea what you're talking about. She'll pretend that she got this information from a second hand source, so naturally it couldn't be all true, but at least some of it has to be, right? So it's still better for you not to hang out with this person, just in case

It's even harder to see what she's doing as manipulation given the fact that her worries aren't entirely baseless. There are plenty of awful people in the school, and it wouldn't be too far-fetched to believe that she truly does want to protect you. She may be a bit excessive, sure, but that's only because she doesn't want to see you get hurt

When I say she limits the people you're "allowed" to hang out with, I mean that. Heather McNamara is okay, and maybe Heather Duke, but Heather Chandler is off limits, and don't even think about going anywhere near Kurt and Ram (not that you'd want to, because ew)

Even Martha Dunstock is a perfect candidate for a friend, because she never hangs out with anyone else anyway, which means no one will bother you two. And by bother I of course mean give you any sort of attention

JD is a bit of a toss up. Veronica trusts that he'd never let anything happen to you, but she also knows that he always ends up finding trouble no matter where he goes, intentional or not, so you'll typically only hang out with him if Veronica is also there to keep an eye on him

Overall, she's a great girlfriend! If you don't mind only hanging out with people that she trusts to keep an eye on you or occasionally getting caught up in her and JD's passionate discussion about "ridding the world of popular filth" and all that. But that's nothing to worry about, I'm sure. Even if the eventual suicides of Heather Chandler and Kurt and Ram did seem a bit suspicious...

[chaaistained]

heyy so it's 🍦 anon here <333

I've been thinking, alot actually. I've tried to analyse myself and my thought processes everytime I "lost" hope on shifting.

From what I've noticed that, it's my brain basically trying to protect me from what I've been through in the past, like for example: (this is a dumb, very dumb way to show my thought process uh TT)

Me: shifting is so easy, like I literally do it every single moment, it comes to me like I'm breathing

My "brain": what the hell do you mean? Nah nah cause what the hell? What if you fail? You want to go through all that again?

Me: I won't fail. Because there's no way, I'm literally a master shifter, right?

My "brain": STOP BEING SO OPTIMISTIC YOU PIECE OF GARBAGE, YOU'RE GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART AGAIN. IT WONT WORK, IT NEVER WORKS

Me: I mean I'm scared, but that doesn't mean I'll fail. You know what, go to hell, I'm shifting.

My "brain": *does some voodoo black magic and puts the negativity in my brain because my subconscious is so used to things going wrong all the time it has saturated itself in layer and layers of garb*

So what was the results of my "musings" (I know this is stupid) I know I can shift, I know I am so powerful cause everytime I've tested my manifestations it does work (I tell myself I'll see a red car and in like the next few seconds a red car passes between all the other cars). But it's the years of negativity dragging me into the wrong path. And to shift, I know I don't need to do this but I will, I should first saturate my brain with positivity.

(Okay I'm so sorry this was so long and probably annoying to read- again the byproduct of the garbage in my head)

(first off that wasn’t a dumb way to show your thought process at all it actually made a lot of sense)

second : DARLING I NEED YOU TO metaphorically HOLD MY HANDS AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH IN AND OUT

you said it yourself — “i know i can shift, i know i am so powerful cause every time i’ve tested my manifestations it does work” — you can manifest seeing a red car in an instant?? you’re already doing it my love

now, i do agree that the negativity is dragging you down, but i believe it’s because you’re giving it that power

and i understand how difficult it can be to take that power back when your whole life has been spent in surrender to negativity and doubts and fear. you’re right, it’s a defence mechanism, a coping mechanism, a cautious way to protect yourself, because if you expect the worst and then inevitability the worst occurs, you’re not in for such a shock bcs, hey, you expected it

no matter how much it sucks, how painful it is, how much you lose, at least you expected it, right?

WRONG

wrong wrong wrong you do not need to expect the worst every time

now what i’d recommended for you is perhaps “preparing” for the worst. this doesn’t have to be literally —

now, i don’t know your situation or the past traumas that are causing this negativity (and i don’t necessarily want to know bcs it’s your personal story and experience, you don’t have to share that) so my unsolicited advice is more all rounded here :

— when the bad memories start to fester, when they make themselves known, i really need you to remember what happens AFTERWARDS, the strength that it took for you to pick yourself up, the courage to stand tall yet again

— then, as you’re recognising this strength, remind yourself that it’s been done, you’ve had your challenges, and you’ve come out of them . no matter how bruised or battered you were, it is over and you’re here now, willing to shift bcs you KNOW you deserve nothing but the best

— if there are any pressing matters in your cr that are adding to this anxiety, i highly suggest you do a little something to “take care of them” . this doesn’t mean give up on shifting and focus on your cr, but say you’ve got an assignment to do and you haven’t started, if you’ve still got time before your submission then do about 40-60% of it, do something, put your mind and your anxiety and your conscience at ease. this is specifically bcs you’ve stated that it’s hard to ignore that negativity and anxiety, so do smth no matter how small to be like “Ha! get fucked negativity, i did smth, i put some effort in, i made a difference in my cr life today”

— now this next part is important : saturating your mind does not mean ignoring what you’ve been through, it means staring your past in the face and saying “you’re the past, and i don’t intend to go back, so stay there bcs i’m never gonna be you again.” and you’re not gonna believe yourself, not at first anyway, but it comes naturally the more you do it, and personally, i always visualise or think about my dr life right afterwards — any dr you intend to shift to, think about all that you are and all that you accomplish in that reality

+ those thoughts aren’t daydreams, they aren’t delusions, they are the film reel of your life, the universe is playing out snapshots of the events you’ve lived/will live, it’s actively reminding you to see yourself in your truth, not from a place of fear

— finally, this is a habit that i’ve worked to implement and i think it could help you; remind yourself of your dr when doing cr things :

+ you’re sitting in your room studying? no you’re not, your in the hogwarts library in the corner booth, channeling the dark academia aura of one of the brightest students in the school

+ you’re waiting in line for your turn at a coffee shop? no you’re not, you’re a famous actor, wanting to feel the rush of normalcy so you chose to come to a local cafe and experience what normal people go through. it’s exhausting, but it’s smth out of the ordinary for an a-lister like you, head down and hoping no one recognises you (but ofcs they do, secret photos of the famed star will circulate the internet and that small cafe will become a hotspot for the youth just bcs of your presence there that one time)

+ you’ve got a pain of a social gathering to attend when all you wanna do is stay at home? no, you’re the detective, the investigator, you’re scoping out the place in an undercover op, you’re interacting with people with the intention of learning everything you can about them, you’re observing their reactions, their exchanges, you’re the best in the agency and you’re charisma is the perfect mask to hide the true intention of your presence. yeah, you’d rather be home right now, but the mission depends on your unique skill set, you’re needed, and so you power through

it’s like a game almost, obvs don’t let it cloud your judgment and the way you treat people you care about in this reality, but i like to think of it through the multiversal theory — there’s realities out there which follow similar events, similar timelines, and in reality A you could be studying in your room but in reality B you’re studying in the hogwarts castle library — you’re simply “channeling” those memories (for lack of a better term)

ultimately, darling, you’re negativity has been given too much power, it’s manoeuvring you with puppet strings, some sort of sick enjoyment it has.

but it’s not your fault.

bcs you’ve recognised your power, you know what you must do, you are actively challenging what has become painfully normal to you and that takes strength, so don’t wallow in the self pity of “oh i did this to myself” Stop. that doesn’t matter anymore. what matters now is how you move forward

pick up the scissors, cut those strings, and start claiming ownership of your own happiness

i literally need you to think about your negativity like it’s a perfectly dry autumn leaf just laying there on the ground taunting you and i need you to run up and crunch the life out of it under your feet

do you get me?

i have no idea if what i’ve said made sense or helped and i urge you to ask any questions that may have arisen from my advice

but i truly truly hope that you stop beating yourself up, i’m actually bandaging the wounds as we speak btw, hold still 🫂❤️‍🩹

[achilles-rage]

Also buck def crashes girls night

YOU’RE SO RIGHT!!!

if it’s an at home girls night, he’s refilling everyone’s wine glasses, and making the YUMMIEST snacks and not letting anyone lift a finger because “i’m a feminist!!”😤😤

if it’s a girls night out, he’s the certified body guard. holding the girlies drinks and barking at anyone who reaches for them, and he can look VERY intimidating when he wants to be (big strong man privileges<33), so if a guy tries to be a creep he’s standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, and it’s enough to scare any man off

[carnivorousyandeere]

idk why but i love the idea of a Yandere x Tsundere!Darling type of pairing... especially if the Yandere is one of those "i know what is better for you" type of yans (Like Marcus, Wisteria, Penny or Isla)... doesn't matter if they actually know for real that darling is into them/reciprocates despite denying it, or if they're just delulu about it all, or if (god forbid) they actually BELIEVE that the tsun!darling isnt into them and decides to take matters into their own hands (they do know that their tsun darling will be much happier and less snappy once they're together after all... right!?) 😭 omg

I love Darling being tsundere towards their “totally-normal love interest,” only for their feigned distaste to become real hatred as the yandere, fooled by their Darling’s tough façade, reveals their true colors as a desperate last bid to have their Darling to themself…

Darling, internally— “I really did like you before, but now— now I can’t even look at you. Can’t believe I was so stupid as to fall for someone so horrible, can’t believe you had me fooled. Can’t believe I thought you actually liked me back. This is all for you, not for me. You just want to own me, to have me to soothe your feelings. You don’t care about me at all.”

[merakiui]

Omg!! :0 neige i love seeing more stuff about him and just adding more to unknown characters because they give us so little about them T_T like idk about you mera BUT i am waiting (eagerly) for Rielle crumbs!! (definitely not because of all the ideas of him and the octotrio wanting the same darling) we don't even get his official appearance yet i personally think that Rielle is oblivious to everything and also some drawings of an artist i don't remember the @ of inspire more thoughts in me! Just Rielle being unable to communicate with anything else that isn't mer when speaking to his darling due to nerves? Amazing. In my balance of darkness i would say he is a bit similar to neige and not knowing much about human culture which could result in him not respecting some boundaries but he is the one who suffers in my head *cof cof by the octotrio cof cof* Rielle being an absolute himbo while the trio watch and mocking him because "As if thats going to work!... WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT HE IS TAKING DARLING ON A WEEK LONG TRIP TO THE CORAL SEA????" maybe this doesn't make much sense because i just toke my meds but Rielle <3

And i would absolutely love to hear your thoughts about just in general! I hope you are doing well :D

-Cuchito anon (possibly high on meds)

Omg yes!!! Every day I hope we will get a Rielle reveal. I must know what he looks like. <3 but I absolutely agree with your points about his limited knowledge of the human tongue, considering he's likely never been to the surface before or interacted with humans until eventually attending RSA! He definitely only knows mermish and he's doing his best to learn more words and phrases in the human language, but beyond that he really is lost when it comes to verbal communication. I like to imagine body language plays a big role in strengthening your bond with him, which Azul curses to hell and back because body language is his secret weapon and Rielle is ruining that by being unintentionally cute and starry-eyed and so precious and... Sea Witch below, he can't stand it!!!!! >:(

Azul tries so hard and here Rielle is, charming you by simply being his gullible self. The envy is so all-consuming that Azul begins to regret learning the human tongue, if only so he could rely on you and keep you close for translations like Rielle does whenever the two of you hang out. What he'd give so you could spend hours in the library with him, teaching him your language, smiling at him, helping him sound out every syllable... It's really not fair. If Rielle ever foolishly steps foot into the lounge to ask for Azul's help in winning your heart, you can be sure he is scamming him. Three days is much too generous. Azul halves that, boosts Rielle's confidence with all sorts of flowery words, and tells him he can definitely win your affections in such short time.

Unfortunately, by some miracle or curse, he does and it ends with you agreeing to visit the Coral Sea with him. Azul is in agony. T_T just what is he doing wrong? He's so heartbroken, too. Rielle has the ideal mer body, while Azul is stuck as a gross, slimy, clumsy tako (none of which is true, but to Azul that's all he'll ever be no matter how hard he tries to be better, slimmer, cooler, etc). He has to do everything he can to ruin your little trip with Rielle. He refuses to let the two of you get even closer, especially not under the sea! One day you'll be Azul's beloved and you'll live alongside him in the sea. There's no room for Rielle. In Azul's fairytale romance, it's just you and him.

[e1ght-b1t]

Agvkdfnjifvdjnivefjnedi?? More self insert??

Yes :)

[blindmagdalena]

Heeyy a bit of a self indulgent ask here but I had a phobia/trauma trigger today and it caused me to have a messy sobbing panic attack. Do you have anything on how Homelander would deal with his s/o having a panic attack like that? almost completely inconsolable. I know this is self serving and indulgent and I’m sorry for over sharing homelander is a comfort character for me and you write him exquisitely. If you’re not comfortable with this just ignore

Homelander was sixteen when he had his first panic attack. He'd flown further and faster away than he'd ever had the freedom to and collapsed in a dense woodland, sobbing and rocking his body against the cool forest floor.

He'd pulled his hair so hard it should have come loose, grit his teeth so tightly they should have cracked, and choked so badly on his own constricting throat that it should have caved in.

They didn't. He's invulnerable, after all. As solid as marble.

It was the first attack, but not the last.

That's how he recognizes it so quickly in you.

"Hey," he says, ears attuned to the rabbit-like pound of your heart. "Heyy, hey, it's okay. I'm right here, you see me? Hey." He's only just found you, he doesn't know yet what your trigger was, but he can ascertain that later.

Your staccato breaths and sharp sobs, the sea salt smell of tears streaking your cheeks, are nearly enough to rouse his own panic by proxy. He needs it to stop. He needs you to stop. He cares about you too much for you to scare him like this.

"Hey, you hear me?" He asks, cupping either side of your face. You can't answer through it. Your tongue is gnarled with panic and you're sobbing so hard he fears you'll choke yourself on it. He's not even sure you see him.

He takes you into his arms, one moving smoothly around your waist while the other cups the back of your head. He holds gently at first, grip gradually tightening, compressing your body against his in the hopes that the hammer of your heart will meet and match the steady beat of his own.

"Sssshhhhhhh," he shushes by your ear, lifting you just enough to keep you on your feet, but take from you the weight of your own body.

"I've got you. Whatever it is, it's okay. It's okay. I've got you. M'gonna take care of it, alright? Ssshh," he says, rocking you the same way he used to rock himself in the corner of the bad room, soothing himself with the thump of his own skull against those sterile white walls.

He knows it's working when you slip your arms around him in turn. He continues to hush you, whispering more honeyed assurances in your ear, the core sentiment always the same.

I'm here. You're safe. I love you.

It's everything he can think that he always wanted to hear in these moments of raw, horrifically human weakness.

Eventually, your breaths begin to even out, though your heart continues to thunder in his ears, still convinced that the danger hasn't yet vanished. He tries not to take that personally and scoops you up the rest of the way into his arms.

"That's it, just like that," he coos, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. "Breathe. Breathe. Good... Light as a feather now, okay? Like you can fly," he tells you, sharing the greatest comfort he's ever known. His only real escape has always been his weightlessness, the ability to shed gravity at will. He uses his strength in an attempt to share even a sliver of that sense of freedom with you.

Maybe it works, maybe it doesn't. All he knows is that your heart starts to slow alongside the flow of your tears. He kisses your wet cheeks, the bridge of your nose, your forehead. He whispers praise and love with each one, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry," you choke out. He's appalled that would be your first instinct.

"Don't," he says firmly, though his voice is still low. "Don't. I can carry it for you. Carry you. What's the point of super strength otherwise?" He murmurs, a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

You almost smile back, and that's enough for him. He kisses the crease between your brows until it smooths, and the highs of your cheeks until the tears dry up, and your lips until they're ready to speak again.

He'll hold you for as long as it takes your body to realize the threat was only ever in your mind, and that there isn't a thing in this goddamn world he would ever let hurt you.

[linkito]

Posting cool art but teasing a secret character like I'm not gonna pop up like 👀 hi yes who is the sleepy one tell me everything.

(It's totally okay for you two to just be like shush we'll tell you later)

-🎀

hehehehe soon

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

I can't stop thinking about overstimulating Yunho for hours until he cries and can't form anymore thoughts other than how good he feels. Especially to make him forget about how bad of a day he had. Cuz he is pretty when he cries and deserves to feel good after a tough day.

this has been sitting in my inbox for over a year because i didn't actually know how to address it until literally just now and i'm so fucking sorry for that but:

now that i can actually see him submitting (yes, i've grown as an individual)... the way i wanna make that man squirm and cry. like my GOD i wanna tie him to a chair and strap a vibe to him and just watch as he slowly loses his damn mind. he'd just look so pretty 🥺

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Snippet of arsonist neil please?🙏 (p.s. I hope you have an awesome week and thank you for sharing your stories with us!!💕)

WIP Wednesday (4/17) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 150)

The arsonist sighs and it sounds weary even through the phone’s speakers. “I don’t know. It’s just… I can handle fire. People? Not so much.”

“Ah, ah, ah. As a fireman, I must tell you that you can’t ‘handle’ fire. You can start it, you can put it out. But you can’t control it. It’s impossible. People are the same. And I’m less likely to kill you.”

10 gives what might be a scoff or a laugh. “Fine. I can’t control fire. But at least I can walk away from it.”

“What? You can’t walk away from me?”

There’s a brief pause. “No.”

Andrew’s heart betrays him, fluttering at something so stupid. He should cut it out. “That would almost mean something if you hadn’t stood me up the other day.”

“I didn’t mean to. I panicked.”

“Why?” Andrew demands. What the fuck happened that would send someone running before Andrew even arrived?

“...Do you want the truth?”

Andrew chews the inside of his jaw. “Yes. Don’t lie to me.”

[jtownraindancer]

top 5 burn characters go

Good gods Anon this is evil. Only five!??? 😭💕

I spent like three days trying to make up my mind on this, and I'm still not satisfied, but as of the moment, in no particular order:

The Best Boys

Mr. William Guppy of Kenge & Carboy, Bleak House

He's awkward, he's manipulative, he has no real social skills to speak of, and he's in love. I actually really disliked this character when I first read the book circa 2011, but as Burn seems wont to do, I ended up being completely won over in the end. ^_^; His Guppy is expressive, less a comic relief and almost sympathetic. I mentioned in a conversation with @synthapostate about how Guppy is technically an antagonist, but he's played in such a way that you really can't see it (unlike the book). Also the camera is half in love with Burn this entire series, and it makes it very, very easy to fall in love with this dorky, curly-haired puppy of a man.

Dr. Hermann Gottlieb, Pacific Rim & Pacific Rim: Uprising

I could write sonnets about Hermann for how much I've come to love him. 😅 He's one of the Characters of All Time for me. From his passion, his stubborn resilience, and his sharp humor, to his unwavering loyalty for those he cares for and his ability to care so deeply, how could I not irrevocably fall for him? (Also singlehandedly the cause of the 2023 Burn Binge.) Hermann found his way into my heart from the very beginning, but I never realized how at home he had made himself until the day I turned around and he was patiently waiting for me to see him. I think I fell for him and Newt in the same fell swoop, and my love for both of them is unwavering.

Dr. Owen Harper, Torchwood

I've been in love with this bastard since 2013; I've been repressing that adoration for 10 years. I- I don't really remember the exact moment that my opinion of Owen shifted from extreme dislike to him carving a permanent place in my very being, but there it is. He's sarcastic, an incorrigible flirt, and has one of the biggest, kindest hearts I've ever come across in fiction. At the time, I was pre-Med, and I aspired to be half as compassionate a doctor as him. After Exit Wounds, I gave up Torchwood (I couldn't, not with Tosh gone too.), but I've slowly been dipping my toes back in via Burn's reading of some of the books & the Big Finish audios. It's been 10 years, yet I think I'm more in love with this bastard than I ever was before. (And okay, I admit, he might be my favorite-favorite ^_^;)

Sgt. Detective William Blore, And Then There Were None

Bill, Bill, Bill... He's a crooked cop, he's tired of everyone's nonsense, he's filled with regret, he's probably gay. Detective Blore is yet another classic lit character that I first met back in the late 20-aughts, early 2010s who I really didn't care for. Then 2023 rolls around, and not only did I come to love him in this adaptation, but I've ended up going on an Agatha Christie bender because of it. Burn made me... well love would be too strong a word, but I definitely rank Blore as "a poor little meow meow."

Major Edmund Hewlett, TURN

How could this list be at all complete without including my beloved major? (Just picking a gif for this made me realise how badly I've missed him. 🥺) Edmund is... How do I explain how much I adore this guy? How do I possibly pin down the levels of pride I have in his journey, in his growth, explain the way my heart aches at the twists and turns that will tear him apart and build him back even stronger? How do I possibly do justice in conveying how damn aspirational he is, how merciful, how delightful? I can't, really. He's a force of nature that one must experience for themselves. (And I need to resume my rewatch methinks~)

Runner-Ups

(or the characters who have been spinning in my brain nonstop like rotisserie chickens and absolutely deserve mention)

Ben Jarvis, Cheat

I... I have entire essays I want to write about this guy. I have theories I want to discuss, but as most of them are... I can't. Yet. Maybe soon? I- Anyway. Ben was a huge surprise, and definitely nowhere close to what I was expecting when I finally got around to watching this show. I would be lying to say it wasn't a pleasant surprise, and I absolutely love how Burn was able to do a lot of solo work this series, with a lot of focus on body language and his uncanny knack for killer expressions.

Jacko Argyle, Ordeal By Innocence

This... This beautiful little shit ♡ One of the first Burn movies I actively chose to seek out, my second in his Agatha Christie adaptations, and my first dive into gif making. And Jacko-! Oh, Jacko... You stole my heart then broke it in only a few, few precious moments of screentime and backstory. He haunts the entire film, he haunts me still, and I'm so glad I had the chance to meet him.

Martin, Up There

(Oh look yet another one of my gifs 😅)

Martin is absolutely one of my favourite characters, especially for his absolute growth during the film. He crawls out of his downward spiral, he finds himself again, and ultimately discovers that there can be life after death. He just- He's grumpy, he's beautifully sarcastic, he's depressed, he's loved, and he just- Seriously I love him. Martin feels like a friend who I haven't seen in an age, and it's always a good day to bump into him again.

Reverend Benedict Marley, Lark Rise to Candleford

I almost forgot my favourite clergyman??? D:

Benedict Marley came into my life just to shake my very foundations, send me on an existential journey of self discovery, and waited for me at the end of it all with a soft smile and encouraging words. He only had one episode in the show, but his story was so easily woven and understood, his humility humbled me, and in ways that make me almost afraid to admit aloud- I felt seen in a way that I ever so rarely am. I connected to him; I understand him. He has depths that I could hardly explain in a single paragraph, but I can say that- out of all these characters- my feelings are birthed more out of a very deep respect and admiration.

I can't say this list will stay the same- I'm far from through with Burn's portfolio- but for his on-screen roles, these guys firmly remain top-tier for me. :)

(If you'd like to hear about his voice work instead, please let me know; I could go on for Hours about some of those lads. ♡)

Thanks for the ask Anon, and if you haven't seen any of these yet, I definitely recommend them!