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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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[terra-ediacara]

Collection of silly (and less silly) Shadow headcanons I simply cannot live without that live in my head rent-free forever-

Fangs! Fangs, fangs, fangs- And big bone-crushing carnassials. I don't have a lot to say about this one but just, Shadow with big stupid teeth, ya'll- (plus my lesser headcanon that he snarls and growls all the time because the scientists aboard the ARK couldn't decide whether to treat him like a sophont or like a feral animal, so they chose both and also neither, leaving his instincts confused and leading to him switching wildly between proper gentleman and Resident Semi-feral Alley Cat)

This motherfucker has a sweet-tooth. Especially chocolate. Maria snuck him his first piece after a particularly rough day of procedures and he's been hooked ever since, but literally anything sweet and sugary he's so down.

He's a really good cook! Like a really good cook. He can make something tasty out of almost anything, and is the de-facto chef for Team Dark. He saw Sonic microwaving some shitty dollar-store chili exactly one (1) time, said never again, and now he makes him chili and freezes bags of it for him to use on his chili-dogs. Amy likes to rope him into helping her cook for her parties, which he grumbles about but actually enjoys himself cooking while Amy bakes.

In game/comic-verses, he's either a vegetarian or tends toward vegetarianism. This comes from the Black Arms invasion, the things he saw and did under Doom's control, he can't get the sights and sounds and tastes out of his head. There are days its so bad he can only eat the blandest foods, I'm talking saltines and vegetable broth here, because the horrors hiding in his memories are too strong to overcome, some days. He will still cook meats for his friends, though, as long as he's not having one of his Bad Days (and someone else cuts it up for him). In all other verses where the Black Arms invasion didn't happen/hasn't happened yet, he is Uncomfortably Carnivorous and also Probably Eats Bones (hypercarnivore Shadow with bone-crushing carnassials and giant canines my beloved-)

In terms of environmental temperature, warm over cold, always. Cat rules apply, here. He hates, hates, being cold, probably comes from spending his formative years in the pod which I imagine was kept pretty warm, and despite his trauma with that, being surrounded by warmth is familiar and comforting. Also, procedure tables and surgical suites are cold, very cold (idk how many of you have had the pleasure of being in one awake and aware, but as a veterinary student, holy shit I freeze my ass off in there-) so being cold reminds of these too much.

He has old procedure scars under his fur and a pretty significant amount of medical trauma that makes hospitals his literal nightmare; also chronic neurogenic pain due to inappropriate/lack of intra-op analgesia. The ARK was hell, despite the fonder memories he may have of the Professor and of Maria. The Professor had strict rules on what procedures could be done and under what circumstances, but the other scientists and project heads are stubborn and don't have his attachment level to Shadow. Surgical procedures were some of the worst, especially exploratories and anesthetic-procedure-testing, which often went hand-in-hand and had very little pain control (this was the 50s after all, or 70s for movieverse, and lab-animal protections/veterinary analgesia protocols were Not It, the go-to was pretty much knock 'em down and who cares about silly things like wind-up pain-). As a result, he has surgical scars on midline/flank incision scars, as well as associated chronic neurogenic pain in these and other areas (joints were another favorite of the scientists-) due to the constant nerve stimulation. I could go on for days about wind-up pain and chronic neurogenic pain due to lack of appropriate analgesia ('going under' is more than just knocking out consciousness, my friends). Also the adhesions in his abdomen must be hell, so probably has some digestive issues that make his Bad Days about certain foods even worse.

He's bilingual English and Spanish, as well as fluent in whatever correlates to ASL in universe. The Spanish came from both her and the Professor. Maria in my headcanon is biracial, with her mother being Hispanic, so the Professor wanted her to be able to communicate to someone in her mother's birth language to help her feel more at home on the ARK. Maria taught him the ASL so they could talk when they weren't supposed to. The ASL plays well with one of my Sonic headcanons that the speedster sometimes gets too overstimulated/overwhelmed (ADHD is more than just squirrel! and i-can't-find-anything-im-so-silly moments, my friends-) and will sort of return to his selectively mute days. Shadow took notice during one of these episodes, repeated whatever he said before in sign so Sonic knew he could understand him, and the carried on whatever back-and-forth psuedo-argument they would have had anyways.

He is NOT a morning person, and tends to sleep in if he has the time- also, night-terrors. He's not one to laze around; once he's up, he's up, but he has trouble falling asleep (and staying asleep, honestly) so he's a slow-riser in the morning. This goes into him having nightmares and full one night-terrors, which is why he finds it even harder to sleep if he's sleeping next to someone; he hates showing weakness, and anyone seeing him in the throws of a night-terror, to him, is a humiliating prospect. In any verse with Sonadow or Shadamy (I love being a multi-shipper I eat so good on this site lol-) it takes him a long while before he's comfortable sleeping (literally sleeping, in this sense lol) next to them with any regularity.

Do NOT talk to him before he's had at least two cups of coffee, and the coffee better be blacker than his soul. Maybe a tiny splash of some basic ass creamer if he's feeling okay-er than usual. This goes along with the last point and kinda against the first point, but in the morning, he's out there fighting for this life lol. He just wants to be awake and get his wits about him, probably has a headache from not getting an actual rest, Do Not Interact (this goes double for Sonic's morning-person, chatty-Cathy, unmedicated-ADHD ass). He has sweeter type coffee drinks during the day sometimes as a treat, usually because Rouge or Sonic got them for him.

He listens to old crooners on a real, brass-horn gramophone. His favorite artist is Nat King Cole, but he listens to all sorts- Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Perry Como, Frank Sinatra, you name it. Swap this for 70's music on a tape deck for movie-verse. If he's alone, he'll sing along with them and actually has a very nice singing voice.

He's an avid reader. He used to sit and read all the time with Maria, especially on those days were her treatments and the procedures the scientists carried on him were too much for either of them to have energy leftover. He likes mystery novels and romances as his bread-and-butter comfort genres, but when he's feeling adventurous he'll read old myths or historical fiction (fantasy/medieval period-pieces are his favorites, King Arthur anyone?)

He watches telenovelas with Rouge, usually while drinking red wine. Or Stone for movie-verse, minus the wine cause child (probably gives him like bubbly grape juice). This is sort of coming from the bilingual thing, but also he's a ✨Dramatic✨ little creature, let's be real here- I mean he says things like "I'm the coolest" and calls himself the Ultimate Lifeform unironically. He plays it off as just watching with Rouge to help translate things for her since she's fluent but not as immersed in the context of the language as Shadow is, but it's usually him reminding her of new episodes coming out they need to watch.

He's a really, really good friend. He plays it off like he's not, like he's still a lone wolf out there on his own, but touch his friends and he will not hold back. He likes to hang out with Rouge and go shopping with her (again, claims it's just to keep an eye on her and keep the creeps away, but she always takes him to his favorite music shops and thrift stores, too). He spars with Omega or sometimes sits with him and just people-watches, since they're both sort of out here trying to learn (or in Shadow's case, re-learn) just how to be a person in modern society. As he gets closer with Sonic and Co., he finds he really loves Amy's company, too, and her perspectives on a lot of things are interesting to hear. Sparring with Knuckles is fun, too, almost as fun as sparring with Omega. He treasures his races with Sonic (pry this information from his cold dead body- or get him drunk and he might spill), and when they have quiet moments to sit under the stars, he might actually discover he has more in common with the speedster than he originally thought.

Just- Shadow, ya'll. Fuck I love this little gremlin so much-

[billybangbang]

Rough Hands, Soft Skin

Butcher x reader

Trigger: Just fluff, and the reader is in pain. This is all self-indulgent.

Butcher had been back for two weeks from his suicide mission blowing up Stillwell. You all had been hiding out with Frenchies contacts below a pawn shop. It was not the Fourth Seasons Inn but it would beat being held by Vought at a Black Ops sight. You had been a University student before all this happened. Now you have lost everything, no contact with any of your friends, no going to classes and finishing your PhD, no family, absolutely nothing. You had been holding on to the hope that one day you could come out of hiding. And all you had to hang on was your Thesis. It might have been stupid to continue working, researching and writing on your paper but it was all you could hold on to.

 The others left you alone for the most part, except Butcher who continuously made off handed comments about your ‘work’. “Ain’t ya’ a Goddamn opptimist, ay luv. Hate to burst your bubble, sweat’art but this ain’t gonna have a happy ending. So why don’ta put that head of yours to good use, would ya’? You would look at him with an uninterested expression not caring what he had to say. You would pick up your laptop and your books and go to your room. Or what counts for a room in this shit hole. At least you were one of the lucky ones who had a small bed in a closed room. You did not know why you had gotten the room, or that Butcher had ripped the boys a new one when he came back and saw you were sleeping on the sofa in the middle of the ‘living’ room. “Ain’t you a bunch of dumb cunts, aye? Whatcha think some guys, you don’t even know, walking in here, looking over seeing someone tasty sleeping on the couch?” Ever since the deal with Becca, Butcher had been especially protective of the women around him, at least the ones without superpower. He had kicked Hughie out of his room, under your protest, and now it was your room. 

You walked towards your bed, sitting down cross legend and leaning on the wall. You worked like this for hours, until late at night when you were sure most people were sleeping. Your back was killing you, especially now sitting on a bed hunched over, your breast weighing you down even more. But you could not sleep, you could never sleep. After another cramp in your arm, and a twinge in your shoulder you got up. Getting all your books and laptop you walked out towards the kitchen/operating table. Pushing aside some drugs and straggling guns, which to your surprise felt so normal, you put down your stuff. You were getting yourself some water, not aware that you had eyes on you. Butcher watched you from the couch where he was taking up residency for now. He had been watching you for days now. Seeing the exhaustion, the struggle to keep your back straight and you always popping your neck. He knew this situation was tearing on The Boys. Normally he would tell everyone to suck it up and get on with it, but he had to admit he had a soft spot for you. He could not understand it, he knew why he was easy on Hughie. He was like his little brother. But it took him by surprise that he was also fond of you. 

He watched you for a little while, unable to sleep himself. You were sitting on the table, your brows furrowed, constantly going back and forth between writing something on your laptop, reading something in a book and taking notes. He had no idea why you would be willing to do this. Sounded like hell to him sitting in front of a Laptop and typing away. He was always more of a get shit done type of guy. Pain and struggle, physically exhausting himself until he could not keep his eyes open anymore.  

You stretched your neck for the fifth time, groaning when you pressed your fingers into a knot in your left shoulder. It had been bugging you for days, and only got worse, but you refused any drugs from Frnechie. You might be a dealer now but you knew not to take the products that you are selling. You leaned back into the chair and stretched your back, a loud pop rippling down your spine. “Fucking ‘ell, aye. Got bubble wrap in ya spine, or what?” YOu jumped at the rumbling voice. You saw Butcher laying on the couch, one arm behind his back and one leg propped up. How could he make being sprawled out on a couch so alluring? 

“I guess you have never written a paper before.” You turned away from him trying to focus on you writing again, bracing for any mean comment he had brewing up in that head of his. You heard rustling, and footsteps coming closer. It made you even more tense. Butcher stood behind you leaning forward to see what you were writing. “Ain’t really in a line of work you have to fill out paperwork, ya kno?” You raised an eyebrow, “True that.” 

The clacking of your fingernails on the keys sounded in the room, Butcher had been standing behind you for a few minutes not saying anything just watching you work. No comment, just arms crossed, watching. It made you feel something akin to annoyance, nervousness and discomfort. You hated people reading your work before you knew it was as close to perfect as it could get. You just tried to ignore iit and keep writing, when another wave of pain ran up your arm towards your neck, pulling your head towards your shoulder. Butcher huffed behind you before you held his big warm hands on your shoulder. It made you jump, shooting him a questioning look over your shoulder. Grimacing at the movement you turned towards your laptop again. “Ya’ gonna break your back if ya’ keep going like t’at.” He just left his hands on your shoulder, the warmth felt nice. “Yeah well, I don’t think a broken back will be what kills me…” “Yea’ I guess ya’ write, that don’t mean you gotta make it harder for you.” You huffed, close to tears now, from the pain and the exhaustion. You leaned forward putting your head in your hands. “It’s all I got,” you whispered through tears. 

Butcher watched you hunch into yourself, you appeared so small in that moment. He knew how you felt, holding on to the one thing you had and trying to act like that one thing will get you through it. Breathing out slowly, his brows furrowed he pushed you back towards him. His hands were still on your shoulder, making you straighten yourself. He slowly began tracing your neck and shoulders, feeling the knots underneath. He slowly started rubbing one prominent knot on your left shoulder. He applied as gentle pressure as his tough hands were capable off. You hissed out in pain. Even though it was painful, you breathed out in relief, his hands working on. He pushed his thumbs in your shoulder blade drawing up, you let out a painted moan. “‘s okay, just relax,” he encouraged. You closed your eyes, just focusing on your breathing and how warm his hands felt on you. “Can you���” You pointed towards a knot below your shoulder blade. He gave you a grunt in acknowledgement and tranced his hands down towards the spot. “I gotta ya’, luv.” 

Butcher continued working on your back and slowly you began to relax, leaning into him even more. You started to become sleepy and your paper was completely forgotten. “Feels good,” you mumbled. Butcher smirked to himself, feeling his heart racing a bit at your words. 

Your breath hitched, when he pulled your sweater to the side, his hands touching the bear skin on the nape of your neck, massaging down your right shoulder. His hands were rough, weathered by the work. You could feel the calluses on his, his smell inviting you senses. It was all him. The rough edges, the tobacco smell, the spice musk. All you wanted to do was sink into it deeper, until it was all you could feel, see, smell. 

Butcher now was loosely touching your skin, most of the knots loose now. But he did not want to stop feeling the softness underneath his finger tips. He had felt you slowly relax underneath his hands, making him feel like he had accomplished something today. You had a way to sooth his mind and he wished he could just wrap his arms around you, feel your skin underneath his hands, while drifting off to sleep. 

You had leaned into him, your head resting on his chest, his hands wandering down your arms below your sweater. You were so exhausted, you could not keep your eyes open, slowly falling asleep without realizing. 

Butcher felt you getting heavier, smiling to himself. “Common, sweat’eart. Let’s get’cha to bed.” You let out a “hm,” but made no attempt to move. Chuckling to himself he stepped back, your head falling back before you woke up a bit catching it. He walked around towards your side, and suddenly you were lifted up. Butcher had wrapped his arms around your back and underneath your legs. If you were not so tired you would have felt yourself going hot at the action. But now all you did was lean your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes. 

Butcher walked towards your room, pushing your door open with his foot. Papers with notes scribbled on them littering your bed and floor. He sat you down on the bed, holding you up with one arm and pushing the papers off the bed. He chuckled to himself, thinking if you were awake you would smack him over the head for this. You slowly layed down, curling yourself in your arms. Butcher took your shoes off and pulled the blanket out underneath you. You grumbled at all the rustling. You scooted closer towards the wall, the small bed leaving little room. Butcher thought about it for a bit. He wanted to lay down and hold you while you slept. Yet, feeling your soft skin underneath his fingers and the difference between his weathered hands and your smooth skin made him pause. Instead he pulled the blanket up toward your shoulder, allowing himself to trace your arm one last time before turning around, softly closing the door and making his way back to the couch. 

[kikyoupdates]

Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠

bnha x op!reader

op!reader, my hero academia x fem!reader, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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When you awaken, Aizawa and Present Mic are still there, just like they promised.  

They must have stayed by your side all night, even though the bed is rather cramped for the three of you. Still, it brings you a great deal of relief to know that they aren’t going to abandon you. They’re here to watch over you, so surely, Dr. Garaki won’t be able to take you prisoner again.  

You really, really hope that’s the case.  

“Good morning,” Aizawa smiles. He gently pats your head. “How are you feeling? A bit better?”  

He’s clearly referring to the nightmare that you had, and you a feel guilty for worrying him. Hopefully he didn’t lose too much sleep because of you.  

“I’m okay,” you affirm. “It was just a bad dream, and I’m awake now, so everything’s going to be fine.”  

“That’s right. Nightmares are scary, but they aren’t real, so they can’t hurt you.” He pats your head one last time, then rolls over and jabs Present Mic in the ribs. “Mic. Wake up. Hurry up and get your lazy butt out of bed.” 

“Wha—huh?!”  

Present Mic comes to with a gasp. His hair is all over the place, and there’s a gritty patch on his chin from where he drooled in his sleep. 

The expression he’s making right now is also rather funny, so you can’t help but laugh.  

“Oh,” Present Mic sighs. He reaches out to you and pats your head, just like Aizawa did a few moments ago. “She’s laughing. That’s good. Sleep well, kiddo? I hope your day’s off to a great start so far.” 

“Your hair looks silly,” you muse.  

“Well, hair like mine requires constant maintenance, you know? I don’t just wake up with it perfectly styled. It’d be nice if that was how it worked, though.”  

“Whether you style it or not, it always looks dumb to me,” Aizawa shrugs.  

“Hey! What the hell, man? Don’t undermine me in front of [Name]! That’s so uncool!”  

Present Mic swats his friend on the arm, and while Aizawa rolls his eyes and recoils, you’re perfectly content to watch the scene unfold with a smile on your lips.  

Yep. You’ve made up your mind. You want to be with these two forever.  

“I’ll go get breakfast started,” Present Mic declares. He steps out of bed, then hoists you up into his arms, much to your bewilderment—and glee. “Do you like pancakes?” he grins. “I make some mean pancakes.”  

You shake your head. “I’ve never had pancakes before. And why would they be mean?”  

“Haha! It’s just an expression, kiddo. Come on, I’ll show you. They’ll turn out super tasty, don’t worry.”  

Present Mic carries you to the kitchen, and meanwhile, Aizawa reaches for his phone. As expected, he’s got several missed calls, all from the police officer he exchanged contact information with the other day. 

He dials the number back, then waits for the line to click. 

“Ah, Aizawa,” the policeman picks up. “Good morning. How did everything go with [Name] last night?”  

“It was good, for the most part. She had a bad dream,” Aizawa says, frowning a bit. “It seems like she must still be pretty shaken up, not that I can blame her. But more importantly, I saw that you called, so did you find any leads?”  

“About that...” He hesitates for a few moments, then lets out a sigh. “Unfortunately, no. It doesn’t sound like anyone’s reported her missing thus far, and we contacted some of the other stations too. There haven’t been any reports of a missing girl with her appearance, and without a family name, we can’t track down any relatives either. We’ve tried asking around, but it doesn’t sound like anyone recognizes who she is.”  

Aizawa chews on his lip. He was afraid something like this might happen. It sounds like there’s one hell of a mystery in play. Perhaps the bad man who hurt you really is your father? But you might simply be too traumatized to make the connection. In that case, it would certainly make sense why no one reported you missing.  

Even so, there are still a lot of things that don’t add up, and Aizawa can only hope that eventually, he’ll get to the bottom of this.  

“Okay,” Aizawa says. “Thanks for filling me in. I don’t mind looking after her for a while longer, if you feel comfortable listing me as her temporary legal guardian.”  

“That should be fine. If [Name] feels safe with you, that’s what’s most important. In the meantime, we’ll do our best to gather as much information as possible. Surely someone will be able to identify her eventually.”  

Aizawa hangs up the call. He can feel a headache coming on. This is a heavy situation, and even though he’s a hero, he has to admit that he wasn’t prepared to take a child in all of a sudden.  

Still. This too, is part of the job. Protecting your adorable little smile is easily one of his most heroic pursuits.  

He steps out of the bedroom and finds you and Present Mic in the kitchen, whipping up fresh pancake batter. Needless to say, you’re making a mess, but there it is again—that precious, impossibly pure smile of yours. It seems like you’re smiling more and more lately, and that alone makes Aizawa feel incredibly fulfilled.  

He walks into the kitchen, only to be immediately splattered with wet pancake mix.  

“Oopsie,” you say. “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”  

Present Mic is already roaring with laughter, the bastard. Aizawa makes a mental note to get him back later, but as he looks down at his dirty shirt, then glances towards the thin sheet you’re unfortunately still clothed in, suddenly, he has a thought. 

“[Name],” he says. 

You lift a brow. “Yes?”  

“I think it’s time we go shopping.” 

Aizawa brought you to what is apparently called a ‘shopping mall’, and if you thought the city was packed before, it’s clear that you hadn’t seen anything yet.  

The mall is bustling with people, most of whom are carrying bags, talking to their friends, and the occasional few who push through the crowds with a determined look in their eyes, as if they’re on some kind of mission.  

Long story short, it’s an impressive place, and you can hardly stop yourself from oohing and awing.  

Present Mic frowns. “Didn’t you have anything better to dress her in? I know we’re here to buy her new clothes, but that outfit is hideously tacky.”  

“What’s wrong with it? I just picked a few things out from the children’s clothing donation box.”  

“But why that of all things? It doesn’t do her cuteness justice! It’s like you’ve made a total mockery of her sweet little face!”  

Present Mic seems to take issue with the hand-me-down clothes Aizawa swung by to grab. It goes without saying that you have no sense of style, but you suppose the clothes he picked out are rather bright. Most people don’t seem to be dressed in clothes as bright as yours.  

Still. You trust Aizawa’s judgment, and that isn’t going to change anytime soon.  

“I like these clothes,” you say. “Aizawa picked them out for me.”  

Aizawa’s expression remains stoic, but on the inside, he’s so happy it feels like his heart might burst. Seriously, you’re such a sweet kid. And you’ve clearly got great taste too, if you can appreciate all the graphic cat designs plastered across every article of clothing you’re wearing. They truly are works of art, if Aizawa says so himself.  

“Hopeless,” Present Mic sighs. “You two are both hopeless. Come along. I’ll show you what real fashion looks like.”  

Even though you don’t realize it, it’s a good thing Present Mic came along. Aizawa has a lot of great qualities, but unfortunately, fashion sense isn’t one of them.  

There are so many new things to see here, and you end up slowing your two chaperones down quite a bit, on account of all the times you just abruptly stop and stare. They don’t seem to mind, though. Or rather, they’re remarkably patient with you. But they probably don’t realize that this is more than the simple fascination of a little kid.  

This is the fascination of someone who’s barely been alive for two days.  

“I want that,” you point around happily. “And I want that, too.”  

“[Name], that’s a dog,” Present Mic chuckles.  

“Yes, and I want it!”  

“We’re here to buy clothes, not pets.” Aizawa gently ushers you towards one of the stores. “Here. This looks like a good place to get children’s clothing. I’m sure they’ll have something you like. Maybe you’ll even find something similar to what you’re already wearing.”  

“Over my dead body will I let her get anything else that looks like that,” Present Mic shudders.  

“Seriously, what’s wrong with it?”  

“Man. You need to get your eyes checked.”  

While the two of them bicker, you look around, as incredulous as always. There are so many different clothes here, in all colors, shapes, and sizes. With so many amazing options, how can you possibly be expected to choose? Unless you buy everything, but you get the feeling that Aizawa and Present Mic probably won’t let you do that.  

So, you browse through the items on display, hoping to find something that strikes your fancy. You’re not sure what exactly is considered good, but as long as you like it, that’s all that matters, right?  

You walk around for a while longer, taking the time to properly assess each item. But just as you’re about to reach out and grab something off one of the clothing racks, a voice cuts in. 

“I like your shirt.”  

“Huh?”  

A boy is speaking to you. He has indigo-colored hair that flares up away from his forehead, in wild, unkempt tufts. His eyes are a deep shade of purple, and there’s a laziness to them that kind of reminds of you of Aizawa.  

You glance down at the shirt in question. “This?”  

“Mhm,” he nods. “I like the cats. They look nice.”  

Wow. Someone is complimenting you! Not only that, but it’s a kid who looks to be around your age. You actually don’t know what your age is even supposed to be, but based on his height and build, it seems to be a pretty reasonable assumption.  

“Aizawa picked this shirt out for me,” you proudly declare. Silly Present Mic. Just a few moments ago, he was insulting these clothes, but here you are now, being praised for wearing them.  

“I don’t know who Aizawa is, but if he likes cats, he must be cool.”  

“He’s super cool,” you insist. “Him and Mic are the coolest!”  

Wait. What's the right etiquette for something like this? You should probably tell him your name, shouldn’t you? That’s how people introduce each other.  

“I’m [Name],” you say. You pause to furrow your brows. He complimented you, so it’d probably be nice to compliment him back. “And, um... I like your hair! It looks fun. Kind of like Mic’s. Do you have to style yours too, or are you lucky enough to wake up with it all perfect?”  

The boy pats his head in disbelief. “Uh... I think I just wake up with it like this.”  

“Wow, awesome! I’m sure Mic would be super jealous.”  

“If you say so. And I’m Shinsou,” he adds. “Shinsou Hitoshi.”  

What a nice name. He has a first and last name, just like Aizawa and Present Mic do. All people have multiple names, it seems. You wonder when you’ll be able to get a second name too. Maybe Aizawa will find you one eventually.  

Just as you’re about to ask Shinsou more questions, someone approaches you from behind.  

“There you are!” Present Mic grins, tickling your sides. You giggle at the sudden assault, and Present Mic tilts his head when he notices the little boy in front of you. “What’s this? We left you alone for hardly two minutes, and you’ve already made a friend, huh? Impressive!”  

Everyone keeps showering you with compliments today, and you’re starting to realize that you really like it.  

“This is Shinsou,” you introduce. “Shinsou, this is Mic. See? He has cool hair, just like you. Mic, Shinsou said he really likes the shirt Aizawa picked out for me.”  

“Did he now...?”  

Present Mic offers the boy a pitying look, although you’re not sure why.  

“I found some clothes for [Name] to try on—ah.” 

Aizawa joins the group as well, carrying a big pile of clothes that he can barely wrap his arms around. You don’t have the chance to get a very good look at them, but you spot some very vibrant colors in the mix.  

“She made a friend,” Present Mic beams. “Look at her being a little social butterfly. Gosh, she makes me so proud.”  

Before Aizawa can reply, he feels you tugging on his sleeve.  

“Aizawa,” you say. “I think Shinsou kind of looks like you.”  

Shinsou must be the boy with the messy indigo hair. Aizawa decides to humor you and take a good look at him, but honestly, he fails to spot any resemblance.  

“I don’t really see it,” he shrugs.  

“No, she’s right,” Present Mic blinks. “The two of you are practically father and son! Honestly, it’s kind of uncanny. Kind of like I’m seeing double.”  

Aizawa and Shinsou exchange dubious looks, and it’s clear that neither of them believes they look like the other.  

“You’re imagining it,” they both utter in unison. 

Present Mic squeals. "Ah, so creepy! It’s Aizawa and Aizawa Jr.!”  

You start giggling, very much amused. Ever since you met these two, you just can’t seem to stop having fun. If this is what life is like, then truly, you can’t wait to experience more of it.  

“Hitoshi,” someone suddenly calls out, and you watch as a woman walks up to the boy. “I’ve already paid, so it’s time to go.” She stops when she realizes her son has a little group gathered around him. “Oh. What’s happening here?”  

“[Name] was introducing me to her weird dads,” he explains.  

“Ah. I see.”  

“We aren’t her dads,” Aizawa hurriedly cuts in. “Him and I are most definitely not romantically involved.” 

“And would that be so bad?” Present Mic pretends to sob. 

“Yes. Unbelievably so.” 

Shinsou’s mom chuckles. "Alright, well, thank you for keeping him company. Say goodbye to the nice girl and her dads.”  

“Like I said, we aren’t like that!”  

Unfortunately, Shinsou waves goodbye, grabs his mother by the hand, and walks off before Aizawa has the chance to defend himself any further.  

“My friend left,” you say, head drooping. “I didn’t even get to ask him if he liked burgers or not.”  

“The two of you might meet again some other time,” Present Mic suggests. “You never know what life has in store.”  

What he’s saying will inevitably come true, but of course, you don’t know it yet.  

Now that Shinsou is gone, Present Mic finally redirects his attention to the big pile of clothes Aizawa is holding onto, and immediately, he grimaces.  

“Aizawa,” he warns, “you’d better get your hands off those ugly-ass clothes.”  

“What’s wrong with them?” Aizawa asks for the millionth time, but instead of responding, Present Mic merely shakes his head and turns away in disgust.  

Aizawa sighs.  

Nobody appreciates his sense of style.

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[soelstress]

An In’tents Situation

Pairing: Jake Jensen x female!reader

Summary: You and Jake only have a short time before you are discovered.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI , nsfw , sex/smut, p in v sex

Word count: 1.1k

A/N - Hello Lovelies! Two weeks ago I had four Tasty Tuesday thoughts. Here is the first. Thanks to the wonderful @sunday-bug first for rebranding the work week but also listening to my Tasty Temptations!

The gif is sourced from Pinterest

Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work

The crack of a twig snapping invaded your slumber. As you opened one eye your hand slipped out of your sleeping bag and into the boots laying on their side where you had stashed your gun. Due to sleeping outside the metal was colder than normal but the chill only felt more reassuring as you held the grip securely. Breathing slowly, your heartbeat thumped in your ears as you listened carefully for further noises. Considering the remote location it was highly unlikely that someone would accidentally stumble upon the campsite especially with the sun barely peeking over the horizon. Aside from the twittering of cliched early birds, you could hear the faint drone of snoring from your teammates in their tent some space away. Perhaps it was a wild animal?

“Shit!”

Not a wild animal. Just a clumsy mercenary.

With a soft smile you tucked the gun back into your boot and snuggled back into the sleeping bag as the flap to your tent opened. Sunlight peeked in for a few seconds before a shadow formed and dispelled the brightness with the soft rasp of a zipper. Sounds of shuffling filled the tent before cool air seeped into your sleeping bag as the intruder wriggled in. You shivered at the chill lingering on his flesh from the short journey from the other tent to yours.

“Forget your glasses again?”

One arm snuck under the pillow your head rested on while the other curled around your waist and tugged you closer into the curve of his body as a soft huff tickled your neck.

“Couldn’t see them.”

Oh the irony.

“I wasn’t gonna waste any time looking.”

Fingers began to glide over your body and left trails of goosebumps in their wake.

“How long?”

“I set my watch for 15 minutes.”

Shivers rolled down your spine first at his hot breath on your ear then at his lips kissing and sucking a trail along your jaw. Without prompt you tilted your head back and almost whimpered at the first soft press of his lips against yours before the kiss became hungrier. The hand that drifted along your body now glided further down and slipped under the band of your underwear.

A quiet gasp escaped him when his fingers met your slick, steadily pooling at his touch. “Already?”

With a contented hum you rubbed your ass against him and grinned when you heard him groan and felt a certain part of him push back.

“It’s been a while.” He nodded at your response as you both began pushing down the clothes that acted as barriers between you. “We need to be quick.”

Once you could free a leg he angled it up slightly so he could slip his cock between your legs and swipe through the heat at the apex of your thighs. With a slight push back he then slipped inside you. For a few short moments you both relished in that first stretch. Your warmth enveloping him. Him filling you so completely. Then came the movement. Small but steady rapid thrusts as your body pressed further into the cocoon he formed as his hand pressed to your abdomen where you could feel him deep inside you.

“Shit. So good. So fuckin’ good.”

His whines grew louder with each movement and he sought your mouth to try and muffle the sounds he couldn’t hold back. Reaching back you felt his short blonde hair and tugged him closer. You were caught between wanting to lose yourself in the bliss he provided you and wanting to avoid being caught in this position. But the former took precedence when your walls began to tremble and you couldn’t help closing your eyes.

“Wakey wakey Sleeping Beauty.”

At the rasp you both froze and your eyes snapped open fearing the worst. The sight of shadows in front of you wasn’t what you expected but it wasn’t much better. Two members of your team were inches away from your frantic coupling with another teammate.

“We’re heading down to the stream.”

A small squeak left you when calloused fingers calculatingly began rubbing over your clit. This little shit. He knew you were close - to finding your release and being discovered.You opened your mouth to answer when he gave a small sharp slap to your core.

“You comin’?”

The only sound you could let out was a garbled groan as your orgasm rolled through you prolonged by deliberate movements. The figures moved away and you could distantly hear Cougar laugh at something Clay said.

“Jensen…”

His body shook with laughter at your growl.

“What? Boss asked if you were comin’.”

His chuckles cut off with a groan when you clamped down on him.

“Well you won’t be if we don’t hurry up.”

Suddenly you were rolled on your belly within the sleeping bag. Jensen never slipped out as he followed and raised your hips slightly before gripping them and starting to thrust into you. At this angle he was rubbing at that spongy spot that had you seeing stars quickly. You felt warmth as he folded over you, reaching to grip your hands and entwine your fingers together.

“Oh- oh God!” His whine had you squeezing him tightly. “Baby I gotta- ”

“IUD” you gasped as you gripped his hands and pulled him closer. “Gimme that Jensen Juice.”

“Shit shit shit!”

Without warning he almost tackled you to the floor with his desperate lunges. As you tipped into your orgasm he bit into the flesh of your shoulder and you groaned into the material beneath you. Panting, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before rolling onto his back.

Before you could do much more another shadow approached your tent and tapped the material in an intended knock. Making sure Jensen was hidden you opened the flap to reveal your face and saw a grumpy looking Pooch. Wordlessly the final member of your squad held out a cup of coffee which you took with a murmured thanks and sipped before a grin cracked his frown.

“Next time, tell your morning wake up call to take his damn watch with him. And Clay said you two can move your tent further away while you’re at it.”

[lady-of-endless]

Hi!! I was wondering if you'd be willing to give any headcanons about Buggy. That's my unhinged little clown baby. My girlfail male wife. My skrunkly little jerk baby.

I have a headcanon that he's kinda gender nonconforming, as in looks at Gender as a Presentation, An Act, and the world is a stage, he's a performer, and he could not be paid to give a single fuck but people are WELCOME to try, he accepts cash and treasure, no credit.

Also AFAB bc I project on this blue haired buffoon. AuDHD. Hyperfixation on chemistry, explosives, circuses and carnivals, and fashion or makeup.

I'd love to hear your takes on Buggy!

Respond only if you want, I hope you have a LOVELY day, drink enough water, and have a nice tasty snack because you deserve it ♡♡♡♡

Love,

🍬 your friendly neighborhood gummy bear 🍬

General headcanons for Buggy

Author's Note: You are so very sweet, thank you for this request and your care. Sorry if some might sound out of character, those are just my assumptions. Hope you'll like them! Have a wonderful day!

(Lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Everything about Buggy is avant-garde and so, this makes him a dreamer, a visionary. He's got so many ideas, he just needs someone that will listen.

- He got mocked so many times about his hair color but he doesn't care anymore. Of course, he likes to experiment with different hairstyles, he's open to anything. (expect cutting it shorter, that's off the table)

- I think Buggy had to learn how to act confident before becoming confident and that is never easy.

- He is fast to jump to conclusions and judgements but fine with changing his opinions if there are valid explanations. For example, he's the type to dislike a person in the first place because he thought that this person had a mocking stare when they looked at him. Once he gets to know that person, he's going to totally change his opinion without being upset about it or admitting his initial assumption.

- He does not realize how impressive his whole persona truly is. Yes, he acts like he knows it but in his heart is something else. So when someone shows genuine awe, it will melt his heart.

- This means that he's prone to falling in love too fast. With the right kind of affection and fantasy someone provides him, Buggy will be head over heels. As a result, this will unfortunately get him hurt many times.

- On another, less angsty note, he has a collection of colorful socks with different patterns. Also, I feel like he has some nice-looking pajamas too.

- He's pretty organised for someone so chaotic. Sure, his cabin might be a disaster but he knows about where any object can be found.

- I honestly think that he has a nice singing voice when he's not trying too hard. You'll notice it when he thinks he's alone and he starts singing for himself.

- He unexpectedly has a lot of scars for someone who's devil fruit ability is to turn himself into a human puzzle. He's wild, always has been. Most of his scars are from before eating the devil fruit however. He might be wild and reckless but not clumsy at all. Has good control over his body (obviously).

[hazbinhotelexpansion]

Oh I was BORN to answer your request, prepare for all of my random discord quotes

Are you climbing the inside of the elevator??? ..........maybe

"I want them Zoloft boys"

"ok I think the phone has been in the microwave long enough"

She could run a kingdom, people would listen to her, she's very loud!

I'll sop your wet! ... I'll wet your sop? No, neither of those sound right, joke canceled, goodbye

You know me I love dead people

You want me to go straight to bed? Why not gay to bed???

"this tastes like battery acid, but if battery acid was tasty"

Gusty showers sounds like a terrible name for a retirement community

What happens if you have nipple pasties that just look like nipples? "Then you need nipple pasties for your nipple pasties" Nipple-pasty-ception "Get a bra that looks like boobs and put nipple pasties on that"

Yeah I'm like canonically allergic to chihuahuas in specific

"Jesus told a tree to off itself and then he threw a table"

"am I a Honda or a person?"

"NOW GIVE ME YOUR FACE AND DONT ASK QUESTIONS"

Gasp! Someone cheesed him!

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE MY LITTLE BOY INTO LEMONADE

"using my telekinesis to lift my daughter out of her crib just in time for her father to see her levitating randomly"

"why are we talking about bacon now I thought we were talking about your daddy issues"

I do not have a gender, I have a question

oh pants stopped happening like 30 minutes ago

just calling me Charizard is unhelpful team

I AM THE PICASSO OF MEMES

Ope there goes angel climbing into the China closet again

EVIL JELLO MY NEW GENDER

"I have a *weird* problem, are you ready to hear about my *weird* problem" "always" "my brownies are too oily"

"Before I can own a pigeon, I need to get my bird permit" Your..... Birdmit

It doesn't have to be a bunch of sad white women drinking wine sitting in a rented conference room with a bunch of tables all done up in tablecloths with droopy streamers and half floating balloons

he can be a soft boi *and* a crackhead!!!

"they're Jean shoes" YOU GOT THE FUCKIN JHOES???

Please refrain from happy biting the cannibal

WOOHOO KEVIN GOT BOOPS

Two pigeons, chilling on the sidewalk, five feet apart cause they're not gay

"you're watching a weiner schnitzel be made? Isn't that a dog?"

"she wouldn't hit a cows arse with a banjo"

About husk: probably grumpy enough to overpower catnip by the sheer force of cynicism

About niffty being drunk: she's a spastic caffeinated squirrel in traffic that's just taken a nice long inhale of, uh, snow

no actually I think you're right! I like my impulsive, self destructive behaviors

don't turn yourself into one of those cooked children in the backseat you're always hearing about, Pls don't cook yourself over your trauma

YEAH WE HAVE CHILD LABOR ON THIS BUS!

Mickey mouse voice: you can't spell drunk driving without U and I!

He has the mcdonald's headset of infinite wisdom

*angrily* IM GONNA TURN YOU INTO TREE FOOD

Sudden vox in my head: and now introducing, this.... Fuckin thing..... *gestures to cursed cat alastor on a small runway behind him*

HOPE THESE HELP YOU GUYS IM LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING THE NEW CONTENT!

Friend, I am

CRYING

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #131

I tried to have a normal day today. And this time, it worked out quite nicely.

I brewed a nice tea today. This time, I combined my vanilla-rose black tea with the strawberry rooibos; of all the teas I have, I think you'd like these two the best. This one starts out a shade of amber:

...You will also see Mogwai on the windowsill, being very cute, as Mogwai is wont to do.

I'm really glad that I was able to figure out how to photograph the subtle swirling in the water as the tea brews; I think it's a really neat effect, and I'm glad that it's one that I get to witness as a result of the glass mug:

Once it brews for a while, both kinds of tea end up resolving into a shade of red:

...And you'll see that by this time, Hoshi has taken Mogwai's place on the windowsill, as Hoshi is wont to do. It's nice outside, so the windows are open today.

From here, we add the honey and cream; the swirls made by the cream were particularly mesmerizing today, and I'm glad I was able to snap a good picture of it for you this time:

...If nothing else, I really wish I could share this part of my day with you. I think you'd like it a lot if you could be here.

Once that was done, J and I took a short walk around where I live. I tried to take a few good pictures for you; it's not much - just some flowers and some ferns in various stages of sprouting, but I hope you'll like these:

After this, J and I watched some Zeta Project together, and that was very nice. And then shortly after that, I went to meet with a friend and her little son at the local nature discovery center. I haven't really had an excuse to go there in a while, so I took some more pictures, just in case there might have been anything you might like...

This is a tree that they just... have. The whole thing and its whole root system is visible for all to see; one of these pictures has a tiny chipmunk statue, if you look hard enough:

I also met two turtles. This one is a common musk turtle; it's very excited about something:

...This one is a painted turtle. This one was perhaps slightly more chill:

...I also found an adorable book full of owl stickers:

...I love owls (especially barn owls!) a lot, but I did not get them. I did not get them, because I cannot be trusted with stickers. Even if I were to put them somewhere, the fact remains that I'm dyspraxic; I WILL put it on wrong, and I will be instantly filled with regret as a result, and then I will try to fix it, and end up destroying the sticker in the process (it's really very sad). And that's even if I make it far enough to the point where I can decide conclusively what I wanna put it on.

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like stickers? Have you ever had stickers? If you had stickers, what would you get stickers of? And where would you put them? I wonder.

I did, however, get a cardinal plush that I found in the gift shop, in honor of our recently-passed feathered friend, as written about in yesterday's letter. If you squeeze this plush, it makes cardinal sounds:

...Maybe, at least in spirit, the one that died in my hands can live at my house if he wants to, where he can sing to his heart's content without worrying about his safety. My house is a good house; I hope he'd be able to feel the love and joy that permeates this space.

Finally, after that, J and I went to the local food co-op in order to hang with Br. There's a lounge space there and tasty food; so Br was over there doing her homework. It was pretty neat to hang out! J got some kind of hibiscus drink that smelled kind of like cinnamon. For whatever reason, hibiscus and cinnamon are, so far, my least favorite food smells. I don't know why. I know I should like them. I wish I did like them. Alas.

So of course, this meant I had to try it. I'm a little weird like that; sometimes I'll try things that I know I won't like, just for the sake of having the experience, especially if it's a thing that most people enjoy. Or sometimes I'll try things I know I hate, just because I know that my tastes do occasionally change. J felt it necessary to record the whole thing, and it was pretty funny. So here, maybe this will make you laugh:

Oh right. From the co-op, I got all the ingredients I need to make an epic breakfast, and a bunch of other tasty treats, too. I didn't take pictures of it though, because I wanted to leave it as a surprise and make it for you tomorrow! So look forward to it, okay?

...The last bunch of days have been really weird. So today I tried to have a normal day, and I succeeded.

This is all I have for today. It's nothing inspiring or insightful or profound, and... I think I'm pretty relieved about that, actually.

I love you. I'll write all about a good breakfast tomorrow, so please stay safe so you can read about it, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OK WAIT HOLD ON.. I BRING MORE STSG GOODIES

while looking for the other art i shared with you I FOUND THIS OTHER REINCARNATION AU SET IN A MUSEUM AAAHHH…… THE PAINTINGGGGGG they’re so doomed lovers coded in every life i’m soooo so sick in the head ari they’re so good….. 😖😖😖

and here’s another museum one… it’s a softer/happier one look at their smiles 🥺🥺

AND HERES A FIC I FOUND!! scholar!geto…… just from the summary how op describes satoru being haunted by him in every life like AAAHHHHH I LOVE THEM SOO SO BAD… @softgirlgonehaywire CMERE GET IN ON THIS TOO

LOGANNNN I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU OUR LITTLE DETECTIVE <333 THESE ARE SO SO SO GOOOODDDD I’M OBSESSED I FEEL ILL???? they’re so doomed. so tragically intertwined. i need to put them in Situations

AND THAT FIC . logan . u will be the end of us all it sounds so tasty …….. threw it in my tbr instantly SCHOLAR!SUGU???????????

in others, he is a doctor, a soldier, a poet. in each life, in each new, brilliant rendition of suguru, satoru is haunted by him.

^ HELLO??????? I SPIRALLED???????? see this is why we cant have good things no stsg stans are interested in being happy smh. IM SO EXCITED TO READ THIS WAHHH i’ll cry i just know it…..

TYSM FOR THE FOOD i am in the middle of writing out my answer to ur other ask hehe >:3 it kinda got out of control Very Quickly so expect a long summary of the up and coming stsg reincarnation fic that i will never write <3333 stsg nation i am leaving two kisses on ur little foreheads mwah mwah !!!!!!

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Happy Birthday to my ambitious girl! <3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Saki always had tendency to push herself a bit and plan too much for one day. But you still loved her and appreciated how much she tried to make every date absolutely perfect!

So when her birthday came, you thought... why wouldn't YOU for a chance try making this day perfect? And what's better way to lighten someone's day than sweets~?

At first, you weren't sure if you trusted your abilities much enough since you had quite a fancy cake in mind... but in the end, you remembered that she always liked handmade gifts a bit more~ So that's what you settled on in the end! With big plans and lots of trust in yourself, and hopes for good luck, you decided you'll try baking a cake for your girlfriend's birthday!

You woke up early to bake this special cake but were surprised few hours later by your girlfriends text.

"<Hey! So sorry for asking you so late but are you free today from liiike 11am??>"

"<Well I guess I am? But why didn't you told me yesterday? You know I don't fall asleep quickly...>"

"<Well yeah, but I was the one who fell asleep during planning, ops~>"

You could only sigh as you read the text, knowing you have almost no time...

"<I'll pick you up at 11am then and you can tell me what's your plan from there, how does that sound?>"

"<Yeah, perfect! See you there! Oh and dress comfortably!>"

You sighed yet again but this time with small smile, she really made it hard on you... you knew you had to abandon your cake baking idea... but instead, you could do something faster! Like~ Cupcakes! You have some chocolates so you could do nice filling... she should like it, right? And you also should manage since you still have quite some time.

And how lucky you were... right when you finished placing icing on last cupcake when your alarm went off, telling you it's time to go and pick up your girlfriend. So you quickly put your cupcakes in a safe box, not even caring much about it's look due to lack of time and rushed to your girlfriend's house!

After not so long way, you were jsut about to knock, when as if she already knew, Saki opened the door for you!

"You're here! I'm all ready so we can go straight up to the amusement park which is our first spot!"

"Amusement park? Could it be Pheonix Wonderland?"

"Mhm! Tsukasa's friend, Emu, gave me 2 free tickets as birthday gifts!"

"Well that's nice~ Speaking of gifts... here you go. I know it's not the pretties but... I hope you'll like them..."

You handed her the cupcake box with small bit nervousness, hoping she won't mind the fact that you literally had no time to care about look of the box so it's pretty plain... but at least you made sure cupcakes are tasty!

"Awh!! You really made them?! I love them! Thank you so much!!"

But she had such a big smile on her face as she took the first cupcake in her hand, immidietly tasting it as she walked. And you on the other hand couldn't help but wash the nervousness and replace it with soft smile, seeing how happy you just made her.

"Well I'm glad you like them. Happy Birthday Saki~ Let's make it memoriable one, huh?"

"Mhm! You bet we will!"

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@bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @vodka-glrl @bad-the-an-enjoyer - come get your fashion lover!

[consistantly-changing]

[Image descriptions in order: a tweet by @/neon_heartbeat "neon 🌊🐚🪸" which says "quote "if they died instantly what were those banging sounds" unquote, stop asking questions about the ocean. dont fuck with the sea. don't go there. i'll tell you what that noise was, none of our damn business that's what that noise was".

@/ROTPLUSH "Rotten Giggles" replies "We already know everything we need to know about it. It has shrimps. That's all we need."

neon, the OP, responds "Shrimps and tasty crabs. 12 billion undiscovered jellyfish can suck my ass".]

[A reply to the OP, from "Trix, #1 Casey Dubose Fangirl" which says "Daddy Poseidon getting clapped from the back, next question".

The OP responds "why would you say something so brave and true".]

[fantasy-pegasus-blog]

I’ve always said I’m not an anti or an anti anti, (say that ten times fast lmao) but now I really get it. I’m an anti-unjustified-rager.

bothering ppl when you can scroll- either about how “nooo you NEED to like this fictional bigot otherwise you’re a boring prude” and “nooo you CAN’T ship these characters who got into a fight one time because it’s ABUSE” just both suck. Telling people what to do sucks. Both sides have harassed ppl, to the same frequency to my knowledge. I’ve been told I “need” to like a violent privileged character bc it’s just fiction, I’ve also been told that I “can’t” like a ship who fought each other… *before* they started dating bc “it’s abuse”. There are no “anti’s vs proship” dichotomies because they are the exact same in a different flavour. Getting their boxers in a twist and being mean to ppl bc they don’t like their opinions- whether they support or not- on fiction.

I’ve seen fuckers say I “have” to like a fictional literal cop character, and I’ve seen fuckers say that harlivy is abusive. Whatever their views are- are a waste of space and are so rude to ppl. And they tend to be the same ppl. The same blogger who demonizes catradora and says no one can like it… ships caitvi and says it’s somehow not abusive- and promotes other ppl to like it. The same blogger who said that harlivy was abusive and not pure enough… ships jarley and promotes other ppl to like it. Proshippers and anti’s sound the same- angry rants, angry reblogs- because 9 out of 10 times, they are the exact same people. They are unjustified ragers. And I say “unjustified rager” because there are times when being pissed off and wanting to reblog posts to correct the OP makes sense! I’ve seen someone call glimmadora abusive and that glimmer’s abusive- how fluffy could you possibly want things to get?? How can a character malign a few mistakes mean they’re not good enough for you and are abusive now?? And then I’ve also heard of ppl writing rape stories about the imagery of a child’s form and ppl getting so gleeful about the idea of fiction depicting rape “because it’s hot” yet they “don’t like it in real life”… friends, our opinions do not do a 180 just bc we’re looking at a screen instead of out a window. I don’t like mushrooms, so when I’m reading a cookbook that’s just a book I’m not going to suddenly fawn over mushrooms and view them as tasty. It makes sense of be angry at both of these crowds. So I like the term unjustified rage, bc that’s what they are.

Just both are not functional members of society. Anti’s have gotten arrested for like putting needles in cookies and giving it to proshippers at comic cons or something (I’ll have to research that one) and proshipper’s have been arrested for child abuse as a slippery slope after idealizing the idea of fictional child abuse. Both are dehumanizing, callous, and can potentially be dangerous. Like I said, there is no “anti’s vs proshippers” divide, because they are one and the same.

[hungerbeast]

CO-OP emptyness

suprise you are working very good in that phone game" says max looking to lola and alex playing some kind of cooking game indeed" says lola wearing her pajamas while move her hands faster like the spy movies "but this final level gonna be hard" Pfffff gonna be piece of cake" says Alex while also move his finger more faster as Max looking from belly noises to the library" just we need to Cooperate and move faster" okaaaay" says max yawn and rubbing his eyes "just try to no be all night awake.....we have a training tomorrow" we gonna be fine" says while looking at him and again to her phone *1 hour later* the guys was very concentrate them a *you fail....loser* with a trumpet fail is heard "aah c mon i just let the meat cook for 1 minute more" says alex angry "well try to no do that again.....crap even the sushi i cut it bad.....we can do this !" says lola with fire on her eyes *3 hours later* *you fail......newbie* can be read GRRRRRR" alex griinn while his teeth an be heard clashing with anger "but i cook it like the client want it WDYM?" says lola losing his calm as grabbing strong the phone i no gonna lose with a damn phone game.....you gonna fall down!" says alex *3 hours later* a little....moree" says alex who energy was going slowly down....the time was almost out "just a food more" says lola who also feeling tired and her make up mix with her big bag eyes them....the glorious "EGG-CELLENT!" was heard while the staff and customers do a cute and silly winner dance alex clos his fist shaking it on the air "yeaaah...finally....and just tooks us.......uh....oh" what? is just....." says lola looking to a alex worried while check her phone with low baterry...at 7AM! "we play like....all the damn night?" says alex holding his head "craaap max is gonna kill us" come on...i dont think he.....gon.....uuuuuughh" says lola when.....hunger pangs.....they play all the night that literally nott only the food of the game looks tasty....but they forget to comsume the "real world" food lola hold her belly who let out a loong ripple almost skaing her hand while putting the phone on alex bed and putting on fetal position rubbing it "nnngggh.....uugg....so....hungry" that no souu.....nds.....nnnnnngh" before alex finish his worries sentences his belly also start sending that strong and familiar hunger pangs and rippling ,aking throw the phone on the bed while lay on the bed holding and rubbing his belly next to Lola *1 hour later* Max was smiling holding some cables that was connected to some recorder on lola and alex empty and roaring bellies he sigh while finish the preparations *i told you guys.....no play untill too late.....try to go to sleep or eat....but nooo...you decide to play a cooking game....teasing yourselfs......and now being more famished and hungry that link in Zelda CDI* says "yeah we.....ruined it a little.....uuuuuugh" lola hold and rubs faster her belly hey at least we have f......uuu.....ggggh" alex moan a little while his belly ripples you have lucky the master decide to forgive the training----with the condition of record your bellies untill noon" says while push a button and stands next to the guys "but luckily for me....is now my time to plaay untill have that "winner" cleared level" says while his hand start squeezing both alex and lola midsection that roars from food......wondering how must sounds a "you lose" in grumbles/growls/ripples language

[pigeon-playlists]

Monthly Music Diary #1

A project for myself, so I can remember the music I enjoy.

I've been on a Howard Jones kick for a few months now, but from the Howard Jones kick I've ventured into Nik Kershaw, Ultravox, Gary Numan, Simple Minds...I could go on.

I'm fully aware that my current interest in new wave is really credited to Goose, because she's introduced me to things I hadn't quite ventured into before.

So for my first Monthly Music Diary I'm looking at my January playlist - I make a playlist for every month and have been for...six years? Seven? I need to go back - there are months I didn't do it, as well. I also have been writing down all the full albums I've been listening to over the last few weeks as well.

Which is half the reason I made this tumblr for myself, because I wanted something I can go back and read.

Nik Kershaw - Radio Musicola

I was having a little Nik phase before Christmas, which resulted in me trying to argue to people that The Riddle counts as a Christmas song. I mean, obsession with lights, general temporal confusion, references to wise men...it's all there.

So I listened to Radio Musicola, and now am obsessed with it and genuinely have listened to the actual Radio Musicola single every day since.

Of course, I've also been enjoying this performance:

I love everything about it.

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Hall and Oates - Private Eyes

I've been kind of a Hall and Oates fan for a while, insomuch as I've always been a big fan of I Can't Go For That and Private Eyes as songs. So bearing that in mind I listened to the whole album, and quickly had Your Imagination on repeat.

The whole thing is kind of also related to Howard Jones, because he went on Darryl Hall's show and they did a cover of What Is Love together, and it was cute.

Also this Your Imagination performance is just...Darryl Hall really is a hugely talented vocalist. Somehow everything about this is the most 1980s thing ever.

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Ultravox - Vienna

So I don't actually super care for the song Vienna. I can see why people like it, and I don't skip it when it comes on, but my favourite tracks off the Vienna album are All Stood Still and Mr X. There's something about Mr X that feels kind of similar to Gorillaz to me? Idk I think the soft speech in it sounds like Damon Albarn.

Also clearly this album had an impact on me because I started calling my favourite pigeon who visits the garden "Pijj (Pidge) Ure". I always know it's him because he's extra chonky and has a slight limp, plus he likes to get IN the ground feeder in a way the other pigeons don't seem to do. I love him.

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Scritti Politti - Cupid & Psyche 85

This album isn't perfect, but for how much I like some of the tracks on it, it might as well be. This one wasn't new to me, but I do keep going back. Favourites are Hypnotize and Wood Beez, which I got into because for some reason the music Co-op plays on its in-store radio is extremely tasty?? Last time they went in they were playing my fave Kate Bush song...really just excellent choices all round.

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Howard Jones - The 12" album

Everyday I listen to Howard, and I'm really not joking. If I don't listen to Like To Get To Know You Well at least once per day, it's a bad day. But also looking for performances led me to this absolutely mad episode of TOTP where for some reason Howard Jones is performing LTGTKYW on Platform 3 at Bristol Temple Meads????

This is so fucking funny for some reason. Also I've noticed that in performances where he doesn't get to sing live, Howard is always chewing gum.

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Opeth - Last Will & Testament / Sorceress / Heritage

Opeth are my favourite band, and I got a copy of Last Will & Testament on vinyl for Christmas. I took a while to listen to it, because I was worried I wouldn't love it as much as I love some of their older stuff - I don't love their super early albums, because I'm not really a big death metal fan. I'm much more a fan of them when they got more folky and really leaned into the prog angle.

But, Last Will And Testament was great, and half the tracks made it onto my Jan playlist. Which is good, because I'm seeing Opeth later this month and now I know I'll definitely enjoy it.

But, this led to me listening to two of my top three Opeth albums - Sorceress, the first album of theirs I ever listened to, and Heritage, which isn't my top Opeth album but the one I consider their best. I'm really not a fan of Steven Wilson's music, but I really can't fault the man as a producer.

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Paper Rival - Paper Rival

This band stopped existing extremely suddenly just after they dropped their second album, and I was obsessed with their first when I was a teenager. A Fox In The Garden was my favourite 'I'm so sad and i need something sad to listen to' track when I was about 15 years old, and I still have a physical copy of this CD in storage somewhere.

It just felt really comforting to listen to.

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Elliott Smith - Either/Or

I'm a big Elliott fan, but when I listen to him I mostly listen to his self-titled album (the one with Christian Brothers, St Ides Heaven etc on it) and hadn't listened to this one in forever. I loved it, of course. I will never not be sad that he isn't still here, making music. Hope you're resting well, Elliott.

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Simon & Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water

I come back to this album every now and then, but it's another one where I think half of it is perfect and half of it is massively skippable. I did also find myself going The Legend Of Zelda: Bridge Over Troubled Water when I realised the acronym for this album is also BOTW. Of course, that's mostly because I'm still in the middle of replaying Tears of the Kingdom.

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Daft Punk - Discovery

Now THIS is an album that is no skips. Even if, admittedly, I don't care for One More Time, but mostly that's because I heard it over and over and over and over on TV when I was about 7 years old. I have loved this album for what feels like my whole life, and I consider Something About Us to be a perfect song.

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Inhaler - Open Wide

I went in not knowing what to expect, honestly. The firsy few tracks kind of felt like generic jangly indie, but then as I got further through it, the quality just got better and better and better. I'm gonna be thinking about this band for a while.

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Simple Minds - New Gold Dream 81/82/83/84

Half of the tracks from this album got added to my current monthly playlist, but Promised You A Miracle is the one I feel really stuck on at the moment.

I also love - and this is kind of just something Goose and I talk about - that a lot of stars from the 80s now look like someone's dad at this point in their lives. I think it's really sweet that Jim Kerr from Simple Minds looked like someone's dad in 1985. Genuinely adorable.

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Malice Mizer - Merveilles

I must have been listening to Gackt again recently, because the YouTube algorithm suddenly gave me a load of Malice Mizer live videos from the Merveilles album tour. I wasn't quite sure what to think, because my forays into J-Pop haven't extended that far, and there's only been one visual kei group I've been sorted of interested in before this point. Even then, it was mostly because they had a song that was a Bleach opening/closing theme.

ANYWAY, after realising that this album is just not on Spotify at all, I managed to find it on YouTube. I was working until 7pm the week I found it, and it was really good at giving me the energy to keep going. I really enjoy Illuminaty particularly - the live of it is so fucking extra. The use of the whip crack as percussion is also just so??? Idk it scratches my brain just right.

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I have a ton of stuff on my To Listen radar right now, but right now I'm checking out a lot of new stuff for writing/review purposes. That's it for now.

xo Ells

[callmecherylcleo]

I wrote the original article on BI, so I of all people don’t want to be a killjoy because EVERYTHING in this post sounds like a dream to me — buuuuuut……..

Matt gave me two fairly vague lines about what threads they’re pulling at with no definitive indication of the size of Essek’s part in the season, and how soon we might see him. He also likely had wizards on the brain because I, a shadowgast shipper wearing an Essek shirt while speaking to him, asked a specific question about where Essek might be.

If any part of OP’s post ends up in the series proper, it will be a DREAM. But for now it’s guesswork and I don’t want the fandom to get their hopes up too high off some (arguably very tasty but still vague) hints.

OK, but I love that Essek might be appearing in the Mighty Nein series before he meets the Nein! It's not just me wanting More Essek (though I do) or wanting to see more of what was going on with his dealings with the Assembly (which I also do). I think this could be super fucking interesting from a narrative construction standpoint.

Because I cannot see how you can include Essek from early in the series and not make it clear to the audience that he's the Dynasty traitor loooong before the Nein find out. Essek having stolen the beacons will not be a surprise. It looks to me like the cast are swapping out surprise for a fuckton of suspense. (Suspense vs surprise was explained to me when I was studying narrative structure as 'surprise is when a bomb goes off that the audience didn't know was there. Suspense is when they see the bomb being placed and have to sit there begging the characters to realise it's there.' In this analogy, Essek is the bomb.)

When we watched C2, the question was is Essek the traitor? In the M9 show, the question for new watchers will be when will the Nein realise that Essek is the traitor? When Essek meets the Nein, the countdown starts ticking; people will know that he is a danger. He is manipulating them. He is going to hurt them. Will the Nein realise before it's too late? But then Essek starts really befriending them, showing more of his loneliness and vulnerability, and... I think the mood will shift. Oh, shit, he really cares about them, doesn't he? What will the Nein do if they find out? Do I even want them to find out? What if they reject him and it makes him worse? He can't keep this up much longer, this is unbearable, they're going to find out - OH FUCK THEY'RE FINDING OUT -

It's such a fascinating choice and I think it goes to show that adaptation is an art form in itself! The actual events in the world will be the same, or at least very similar, but a new format means you can show those events in a totally new way and create a completely different tone! Narrative structure is the fucking coolest! I'm so excited for this show!

[lost-kingsmen]

"...I don't think he knows what he's doing." Arthur whispered to the weightless orange creature draped across his shoulders. Chopper made a sound eerily similar to his uncle's longest-suffering sigh and shook her head in agreement.

It can't be that bad! Griflet made an encouraging sound like a windchime from across the coffee table. He did this all the time when he was alive! Chopper's yellow eyes flickered towards the kitchen door at the sound of a sudden clatter and a soft, proper 'ope-well. That belongs to the floor now.' and looked back at Griflet pointedly.

Yeah, sure. She repeated his windchime noise but distinctly off-key, and Arthur winced at the volume. British depression meals from the 70s are a great source of experience for modern Tex-mex.

"I wish I knew what y'all were saying." Arthur said out loud. "It must be comedy gold."

It's bronze at best. Branwen made a similar sound to Griflet's previous windchine but slightly off-key and eerie, despite knowing that Arthur wasn't likely to understand. We don't even medal most days.

"I can hear y'all, you know!" Gawain's voice shouted from the kitchen. All three Reptilitones went stiff for a second before collapsing in piles of muffled laughter. The knight leaned back past the edge of the kitchen threshold, floating to maintain the comedic image of cartoonish balance. "And just for that medal crack, maybe I won't put any turmeric in your scrambled eggs."

Oh nooo, Chopper waved her little paws in the air. The British guy won't use spices. What are we gonna do? Branwen suddenly launched herself across the table to grab her companion's muzzle in her own paws, ignorant of Arthur's startled cry ("Hey! Get off!") as she wrapped the rest of her body around him and all but tied him to his chair.

NEVER joke around when tasty things are on the line! She admonished with the angry revving of a distant motorcycle. Griflet wiggled excitedly from nose to tail.

Dogpile!! He laughed as he scrambled across the table and wormed his way in between Chopper and the chair. Arthur managed to free his prosthetic arm from beneath the gaggle of spirits and waved it towards the kitchen door.

"Hey bro, a little help here?" He pleaded. Gawain made a show of looking back into the kitchen.

"Oh, dear, is that the toast burning?" The knight made a tsking sound and shook his head. "Sorry bruv, got to get back to work!"

"No, no you don't!" Arthur shouted as Gawain ducked out of sight, laughing. "Get back here and help me!"