#the flash mobs are so fun though

[meiloorunsmoothie]

well. i've spent the past two days les mis flash mob spiraling and looping "on my own".

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

pre hotel battle and vaggie wants to round out her gf's stat blocks just a LITTLE bit more

Vaggie: “Okay sweetie, big battle for our lives and hotel coming up.”

Charlie: “Which we are going to WIN and NOT DIE in!”

Vaggie: “Right. First battle you’ve ever been in?”

Charlie: “Technically, yes.”

Vaggie: “Still not vibing with an actual weapon?”

Charlie: “They’re all so…. Pointy and mean looking…?”

Vaggie: “So we’re sticking with the shield plan for you.”

Charlie: “I drew up some designs for one! LOOK! WINGS!!!”

Vaggie: “Really, very cute babe, it’ll look great on you. Very cool thing for any murder angels to smack face first into.”

Charlie: “Thank you!”

Vaggie: “But I’ve been thinking… well no, I’ve been having nightmares-”

Charlie: “OH NO!!!”

Vaggie: “-and if you wanna help with that, maybe you could have, like, just one kinda attack thing?”

Charlie: “Oh.”

Vaggie: “One trick up your sleeve, Charlie. That’s all I’m asking.”

Charlie: “I… I guess… if you’re worried, then…”

Charlie: “…I could… try doing the demon thing… a little…?”

Vaggie: “No you hate that.”

Charlie: (HUGE SIGH) “Okay good! WHEW. So what’s the OTHER attack thing idea??”

Vaggie: “You do have a little of the carnival magic stuff, yeah? Like your dad?”

Charlie: “Oh I love that stuff! YES!”

Vaggie: “I was thinking maybe you could do fireworks.”

Charlie: “FUN!”

Vaggie: “And explode people with them.”

Charlie: “HORRIFYING!!!”

Vaggie: “I know. I know but- just a little, sweetie? For me?”

Charlie: “Explode them, Vaggie? Into, pieces!?”

Vaggie: “I’m picturing globs and chunks actually.”

Charlie: “Vaggie!”

Vaggie: “Sorry, look-” (takes gf’s hands)

Vaggie: “This is gonna be a real battle with a lot of stuff happening. Lots of people. Lots of yelling and people running around. We’re probably gonna get separated at some point-”

Charlie: “No. You’re staying right next to me.”

Vaggie: “Charlie I swear I’m gonna try to, but that's not how big mob fights work out.”

Charlie: “We can MAKE it work like that THIS time!”

Vaggie: “Listen. I really, really want to go into this knowing you’ve got something for crowd control, alright? If a dozen angels swoop down on you and I’m not right there, I wanna know you can give yourself enough breathing space to keep that shield between you and them.”

Charlie: “But- you WILL be there-”

Vaggie: “One hit. That’s all it takes. For me and for them both, and you- please.” (squeezes hands) “They want to kill you. And they can. And they’re gonna try to.”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “… I don’t want, to hurt people.”

Vaggie: “A shield to the face hurts.”

Charlie: “Okay fine- I don’t want to KILL people! Or even get close!”

Vaggie: “That’s fine, that’s the world we’re aiming for.”

Charlie: “But it’s not good enough right now though, is it.”

Vaggie: “… maybe it is.”

Charlie: “You just said…”

Vaggie: “Fuck what I said, you don’t need to detonate anyone for crowd control. You can do lights, right?”

Charlie: “Yes?”

Vaggie: “Bright and flashy ones?”

Charlie: “Obviously, those are the best kinds-”

Vaggie: “So try flashing people.”

Charlie: “Flashing?? Wh- IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE???”

Vaggie: “-blinding, blinding I meant blind them with flashing lights, get them to back off.”

Charlie: “Oh!”

Vaggie: “That a doable thing?”

Charlie: “Yes VERY doable! Like a really amazing sparkler!”

Vaggie: “And they wouldn’t be dead, they just wouldn’t be able to see enough to attack you.”

Charlie: “It wouldn’t even really HURT THEM even!”

Vaggie: “Sure. Unless they trip or fly into something.”

Charlie: “And you’d feel better???”

Vaggie: “Much, much better.”

Charlie: “Enough to sleep?”

Vaggie: “When you’re not keeping me up half the night with kisses, yeah. I think so.”

Charlie: “I’LL DO IT! I’ll practice weaponizing pretty sparkles!”

Vaggie: “Thanks, babe.”

Charlie: “What battle weapon-y things should I be practicing with them, in practice?”

Vaggie: “Uhhh make it a reflex, fine tune your aim…”

Charlie: “Fun!”

Vaggie: “Figuring out how to not blind everyone else too would be good.”

Charlie: “That’s a good point, hmm-”

Charlie: “-Ohhhhh I could make the lights SMALL. Very small, so they don’t do much on their own- then only someone who’s super close and I’m aiming for and who gets a face FULL of them would really be blinded!”

Vaggie: “You’re so smart.”  

Charlie: “OH MY GOSH I COULD THROW GLITTER BOMBS!”

Vaggie: “That honestly sounds terrifying. I love it.”

Charlie: “HEHEHHEHEH.”

Charlie: (smooches her)

Charlie: “We’ll stay together in the fight so you can have front row seats to the light show, okay?”

Vaggie: "... we can try to..."

Charlie: "Will. We will stay together."

Vaggie: “… and, you’ll practice hard until then.”

Charlie: “I will!”

Vaggie: (lets out breath) “Then we’ll be okay. And also sparkly.”

Charlie: “Same thing~”

[personne-reblogs]

AUTISTIC SWEEP

The shouts of the crowd are fading into white noise. 

The curtains are closing. 

The lights are dimming. 

The air still feels filled with static, though. 

This is a fight Donatello had known he couldn’t win, logically. The competition had been all fun and games, but this challenger was another story. No amount of support or hype could make up for such a gap; the bone deep certainty didn’t leave room for hard feelings. 

Struggling to catch his breath, battle shell against the wall, Donatello looks up from where he’s been getting some rest - not passed out rest, mind you. More like a beauty nap.

He lets out a genuine chuckle. 

Shigeo Kageyama is simply standing there, as he has been for most of the fight. 

“Sweet Marie Curie,” he puffs, keeping his voice level. The roar of the crowd hasn’t entirely died down, but he knows he is heard. “You don’t even have a scratch.”

The one they call Mob is giving him a stare. He still seems a little out of it. 

“You fought well,” he states calmly, and Donnie giggles. 

“Oh, please. I’ve been losing tournaments at home for as long as I can remember. You don’t need to feel sorry for me.”

At that, Mob flashes a grin. “I’m not sorry,” he says bluntly, coming over in lazy steps. “But it hasn’t been easy, either.”

He sits down, legs stretched out in front of him, and Donnie can now see that his breathing is a little heavy. He feels himself get cocky. 

“Well, I wasn’t about to just let you win. If I had to go down, might as well give ‘em a show, right?”

Mob sends him a sideway glance. “You really are all about dramatics.”

“What can I say?” Donnie sighs theatrically, proving his point. “This whole competition is about being swag. I could hardly disappoint.” 

“I don’t think you could," his opponent utters. “You’re very expressive.”

Donnie raises a perfectly drawn eyebrow. This is something he hasn’t often been told. He looks over to Mob, and the tension in the boy’s shoulders makes him hum in thought. 

“I don’t know who’s next, but you are going to crush them,” he provides. When Mob gives him a nonplussed glance, he goes on. “And even if you don’t, it’s still the last one. How good does that sound?”

“... it has been getting a bit much, to be honest.”

“Yeah, this is wild,” Donnie agrees. “Anyway, what are you gonna do with your trophy once you get it?”

Mob’s smile is a little shy, but he seems happy with the distraction. “I don’t know, actually. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten one. What would you do?”

“Well, you see, there was this one time I won the Lair Games…”

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In the next room, a very proud sensei and three worried brothers are getting impatient. 

The student and the sibling don’t seem to care at the moment. 

The crowd is gone. 

The curtains are closed. 

The lights are off. 

For now, making small talk with a former rival is just enough.

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EDIT: there is now a sequel!

YOOO IT'S BEEN SUCH A WILD RIDE

Disclaimer: I have never read/watched mp100 and I deeply apologize for making him probably very ooc. Just wanted to celebrate this beast of a match in my own way, which is wishing I could draw and deciding to heave words on a doc instead lol

CONGRATS ON MOB!! The final match between mp100 and undertale is gonna be soooo funny but I think Mob's gonna win this thing like it's nothing tbh (he has my vote at least)

@autismswagsummit thank you for reblogging all that Donnie propaganda, I genuinely think he never would've made it this far without the signal boost!

All my thanks to the Rise fandom for these past few days! You guys have made such powerful content and there's been so much hype I'm shocked. SHOCKED I TELL YOU

[carpbread0]

NPC Life is the best

(Genshin impact x gn reader - sagau)

(second person pov)

Prologue —> part.1

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If you were to be honest to yourself instead of being delusional,

you’d say your life is quite average.

throughout your years of living, it has all almost become a blur. You were born, you were raised with loving parents, you got average grades, you graduated, and you got a good job.

Your pay was quite good, it kept you alive and enough to even spend more than normal on yourself. You’ve even had a few partners to your own surprise. Even though your single now but on good term with your exes, you can’t help but find that your life has always been awfully un eventful.

well at least you have a few games to keep you company! Genshin Impact has been one that you’ve been on the rage about for ages. While your friends and family don’t seem to care for the game, you don’t mind. It’s fun exploring the areas, looking at the immaculate graphics, fighting new mobs and bosses, and especially wishing for your favorite characters!

you’ve recently even gotten into a few fanfics of the fantasy game yourself. Most fanfics that you read tend to fall in the Sagau category. It’s such an interesting topic no? Being tossed into a world filled with characters you adore only to be chased down and hunted. Well that is if you land in the imposter au. But, nonetheless, you cherish the game that has spruced up your life just a tiny bit~

Well

that was until you were tossed into the game yourself

‘oh god’

‘am I gonna die’

‘holy shit’

‘what the hell is going on right now’

a flash of white blinds your eyes as they slowly adjust to the bright surroundings after being torn from your peaceful sleep.

“Shit”

you couldn’t help but mumble as you finally grow accustomed to your surroundings. As you glance around you find yourself looking at the vast view of mondstat from Starsnatch Cliff. The wind was crisp and the Cecilia flowers let out a gentle sweet smell that filled your nostrils as you began to stand up.

‘I can’t tell of this a blessing or a curse..’

your thoughts scrambled in your head as you let the breeze brush through your hair. The cloths that you wore when you were still cozily asleep on your bed were now gone and replaced with a simple white button up with the top three buttons being popped off, a light cape tied to the loops on the side of your button up that has large cuts on the side for your arms and falls down to your thighs, a pair of loose and some what airy trousers, and comfortable shoes. As you look at your cloths you find yourself holding a small beat up book with your name engraved into it.

How strange..

you open the book to find a small note in it.

Your journey has started

Please note that the characters you encounter will not recognize you as your ( THE CREATOR) appearance is considered anonymous. While they may not recognize you, those gifted with visions WILL notice your “strange” comforting aura.

your goal is to simply live

As *their* beloved CREATOR or as a simple kind citizen of teyvat. This is your choice

so chose wisely

might as well explore and see the world

Signed your beloved C.

As you finish reading the first two pages of your special little book, you look up into the clear sky

might as well start trekking to the city of freedom

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Carp bread- brain poop

[altocat]

Angeal and Genesis finally take Sephiroth to Banora au 🙏

Sephiroth has been emotionally preparing for this trip forever. He's genuinely excited. He never gets to travel for fun and would love to see a taste of country life away from Midgar.

The first thing on the agenda is to make sure Sephiroth stays FAR away from Genesis' parents. They would eat up all his time giving him the grand tour, basically using his visit as free publicity for their business. Every time they come to snatch Sephiroth up, Genesis intentionally creates a huge distraction while Angeal whisks Sephiroth away.

Sephiroth loves the sunny weather, orchards, and country hospitality. He could get lost in these trees forever.

Angeal has him finally meet his mother Gillian. Sephiroth is shy, naturally. He ends up dumping a ton of praise for Angeal and commending her for raising one of the finest soldiers in all of Shinra. Gillian looks proud of her son, but there is a sadness in her eyes that Sephiroth can't quite read.

Angeal also introduces Sephiroth to his father...but it's a gravestone at the far end of town. Sephiroth gives Angeal some time to talk to his dad alone...since it's been a long time since he's visited.

Genesis shows the barn where he and Angeal used to hang out in as kids. And the makeshift fort in the woods, somehow miraculously still standing after years of being away. None of them can fit inside.

Gillian cooks for them, Sephiroth and Genesis for once not squabbling due to their mutual admiration and wanting to be on their best behavior.

Gen's parents finally catch up with them and somehow brought the local press with them. Genesis gets genuinely angry, especially now that there's cameras flashing everywhere. He grabs Sephiroth's wrist and just books it for the woods. Angeal "accidentally" sets off a huge Materia smokescreen and stalls everyone up.

Sephiroth and Genesis wander around in the forests for a bit, Genesis venting about how they're ALWAYS like this--clout chasers. He hates being around them. They never understood him. They were always in it for themselves.

Sephiroth just listens, head cocked, watching his friend with concern. Things are starting to make a little too much sense.

It's quiet for a bit, Genesis and Sephiroth just walking together, silent save for the chirping birds. They find a secluded spot beneath the trees, Genesis murmuring that now's probably as good a time as any. He pulls out two Banora Whites, awkwardly explaining that they came from his family's private orchard. He wanted something less abrupt, more rehearsed. But they'll never find peace so long as his family is poking around town. Might as well enjoy a good thing while they have it.

Sephiroth takes the fruit, hesitantly taking a bite. Genesis watches him expectantly, no snide quips, no poetic recitals. Simply curious, somewhat nervous.

"It's...good."

"Yeah? Really?"

A nod. "Really good. Better than I've ever had it."

"Grew it myself. The tree, I mean. Planted it when I was six."

"You did well."

"Did I?"

Sephiroth leans back, nodding earnestly as he takes another bite. "Really well. I mean it, Genesis."

"Heh...Gift of the Goddess."

They rest beneath the tree for a bit, eating the apples, enjoying the nice afternoon breeze. Genesis' eyes are wet, though Sephiroth never notices. They'll have to head back into town eventually to collect Angeal. Assuming the mob hasn't eaten him alive. But for now...this is nice.

And possibly the best day of Genesis' life.

[aves-ery]

CEO or Mob boss Wanda and stripper R👀 maybe she's just getting some visit to a certain club and she only have her for R but R is kind avoiding her. R is kind of snappy and feisty for Wanda but Wanda loved her more. One night she saw R entertaining other guests so she brought the whole club and kicked everyone out so she could have R all for herself.

Idk maybe you'd like to consider, btw you works are great and wonderful and so are you! Thanks!!!

one, thank you! two, this is ctually so bad bc I'm tired and for some reason forgot how to write good smut? but heres just wanda crazy for you.

pairing; CEO!wanda x stripper!reader

warnings; smut 18+ ONLY, infatuated wanda, praise!!, strap-on, fingering

if anyone saw wanda at a strip club, it'd be a field day for press. but quite honestly, she didnt care when she laid her eyes on you. she saw the flashes of the cameras when she walked in, but when she saw you in that lingerie, she didn't care what the articles were gonna read the next day.

wanda sat snug in a booth, watching you from afar. her silk button up was unbuttoned down to her upper stomach, her boobs only covered by her tight fitting sports-bra.

"i want that one," she pointed you out to all of her boss friends, a beer bottle still in hand. you were all over someone else, a lap dance she presumed.

one of the guys whistled you over, waving a "come here" motion. wanda knew it wasnt the way to get your attention, but you followed through, stalking over to them. you smiled, waving.

"hey gentlemen," you said seductively, plopping your pretty ass onto Tony's lap. wanda rolled her eyes.

"actually, as pretty as you are baby, this one wanted ya," tony pointed to wanda, and wanda waved her fingers.

"you just caught my eye, pretty," she said. you recognized the CEO immediately. you had to fight an eyeroll because no way in hell you were letting some snob like wanda touch you. you turned to the gruffy man whose lap you are on.

"i came over to see you," you avoided. the men around the table laughed, making fun of wanda. wanda just told them to all "shut the fuck up."

she tried to get your attention all night, buying you drinks, complimenting you, trying to just make you say hi. all she'd get in response is an eye roll and a "leave me alone."

"yo, get away from the girl she told you to stop," a bouncer said, pushing wanda away from you.

"look man, im not trying to cause a problem. she's just a pretty lady," wanda laughed, trying to use her charm to make him let her through.

"sorry, the girls not comfortable with you," the bouncer said again. wanda groaned, pulling out her wallet.

"c'mon ill even pay to just talk to her, man," wanda pulled out a few hundred dollar bills, and you rolled your eyes at the interaction. "i wont touch her, fucking promise. just wanna get to know the gal," wanda pleaded.

the bouncer looked at you, pointing at the money. wanda was at least holding 500 dollars in her hand currently. it was a silent agreement, and wanda was allowed into the private room

she handed a bill to the bouncer, then a few to you, before sitting in one of the booths. "you're a feisty one," she joked. you rolled your eyes.

"you can't buy me," she snapped. wanda nodded.

"im not trying to, babe. you're just... very intriguing," wanda said.

-

you had complained all of the next week, even after you didnt see wanda. you just didnt want her around, and didn't want her paying her way to you.

wanda found that out quickly, but she couldn't help it. you deserved to be worshiped with everything she could buy.

she sent you flowers, chocolates, everything to work. she didn't even know what days you worked, and she still sent them. Every time, you snacked on the chocolate and left the flowers in the trash. you didn't complain about that though. if she was going to spend money on you, she was going to laugh about it.

wanda came again two weeks later. she smiled and waved at you, but you continued flirting with a client. your hands on the man more than usual, making sure to get a rise out of her. you avoided her, but from close by. she'd call you over, and you'd give a lap dance to a guy near her.

wanda was fucking tired of it. that week, she bought the whole strip club. when you found out, you quit.

"no." wanda said.

"what?! you're fucking crazy. you're stalking me!" you screamed. wanda raised her eyebrows, standing up

"im not stalking you!" she screamed back at you

you laughed, "right. you're just fucking craz-" wanda kissed you. hard. you pushed her away, looking at her like she was actually insane, because she was, and then you kissed her back harder.

wanda grabbed your hips, picking you up and setting you on her desk. "you were just too pretty to leave alone. I'd buy the whole earth to be with you," she told you.

you thought she was joking, but she really wasn't. wanda was infatuated with you. when you looked her in the eyes, you could tell. you kissed her hard, allowing the woman you barely knew to have all of you.

"you're so pretty," wanda said, removing your sweater and kissing your breasts. you blushed, nodding.

"thank you," you whispered, moaning softly.

"you'll never have to work again, okay? and I'll win you over, i promise. I'll take you out on dates, I'll buy you dinner," wanda got on her knees sliding your shorts down, looking at you in the eyes. "I'll do anything, for you."

you blushed again, nodding, "win me over," you moaned. wanda nodded, sliding your panties over and taking you in.

"such a good girl," she praised, licking you fully. you shook softly, tangling your hands into wanda's hair. her lips found your clit, sucking softly.

you let out another breathy moan, and another as two digits pushed into you. your hand flew everything off the desk, and you lied back. wanda could deal with it later, you decided.

she was quick to make you cum, cleaning your thighs and kissing them both. she got rid of her pants, revealing a large red strap on. you looked at wanda with shaky arms and legs, smiling at her.

she didn't bother to take her button up off, only her pants and boxers, before shuffling towards you. "can i make you mine?" wanda asked, kissing your palms. you smiled up at her.

"yes," you said again, kissing her deeply. wanda smiled, lining her strap up with your cunt, before softly making her way into you.

the strap was the biggest you've taken, so you were grateful for wanda's soft nature. she looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort. when she didn't find any, she started to go faster.

your hands found her back, gripping her shoulders and scratching down her back, "faster, wanda," you pleaded.

wanda nodded quickly, making sure to pick up the pace, "anything for you, doll," wanda kissed her thumb. she grabbed your boobs, kissing them both before kissing your lips. "you're so pretty like this," wanda said, kissing you again.

"thank you," you moaned. wanda's hand found your clit, rubbing softly until you came around her strap.

when you finished, she pulled out and washed you up with a washcloth. she then put you back into your shorts, and then her own hoodie.

"gonna get you back home and run you a bath, kay? dont gotta worry about anything ever again. I'll take care of you."

[fhrlclln]

rockstar!eddie going ballistic and jealous when his guy fans are all screaming for his wife, asking to sign an autograph on her playboy magazine after the show’s over. some would even ask her hand in marriage and it makes her laugh but eddie doesn’t find it funny in slightest lmao

rockstar! eddie x wife! reader

WOOWIE i hate how i’m so lazy to reply with my inbox. 😭 but anyways, this is so funny and cute tho. i feel like he’d be smug at first seeing everyone hot over his wife LOL then he’ll go ballistic the moment someone says about that ‘hand in marriage’ i love it <3

suggestive themes under here

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like every fantastic show that ends, eddie would always have to face the flashing lights of the paparazzi and the fucking screams and cheers outside the venue when he’s prepared to finally get the fuck out of there. he does like the excitement of a crowd racing for him, all his fanboys screeching for an autograph or even just for him to glance at them. he feels on the top of the world though when you manage to accompany him after his shows with his band.

but right now, he feels like he wants to punch his massive fanbase for overly gawking at you now as he watches you inside the limousine, waiting as you signed the heck out of that recent playboy magazine cover from each prick’s hand as they were squeezing in from the steel barricade separating you from them, with your million dollar smile on. all of them screaming for your attention as eddie rolls his eyes underneath his sunglasses.

he grits his teeth, sighing as he groans. what was with you with signing every single cover or whatever those weirdos wanted from you? your attention away from him was already a torn on his clingy heart and now his fanboys are being the center of your attention was the least at his list! he’s fucking livid. and he’s had enough, knowing you might want the help to get out of that mob of people screaming your name. he gets out of the limousine as the crowd goes wild again seeing him, the number of securities doubling as eddie walks towards you. causing his manager to almost faint. eddie’s jaw ticking hearing everything what came out of those weirdos mouth as you smiled at them, still grabbing marker by marker.

“y/n! sign me next, please!”

“mrs. munson, i love you!”

“can you sign it on my arm!? i’m gonna get it tattooed just for you!”

“i fucking love you!”

“i loved your playboy cover-“

“thank you!” you merely said, waving at them, amused how eddie’s supposed own crowd has grown a liking towards you knowing majority are metalheads and teenagers. but it was fun, seeing how many arms and hands were waving your playboy cover. not noticing your own husband waving to the now hurling crowd as you were about to finally sign the last item that you decided to get the hell out of here. laughing a bit awkwardly hearing so many flattering and unflattering things they were saying to you until one made you giggle—

��can i have your hand in marriage?”

“marriage?” your eyes widened as you laughed at the teenage boy you were signing some notebook he was holding. he smiled cheekily at you, blushing seeing you notice him. “i’m already married, darling.” you giggled, handing him back his pen.

“it’s worth the try!” he counters making you laugh, not noticing the fuming rockstar behind you hearing all of that.

“yeah, better luck next time, bud.” eddie quipped suddenly making you turn around to see him. the boy eyes’s practically widened seeing his favorite rockstar talk to him.

“eddie!” you greeted him as he gently tugs your arm, silent as ever as he puts on a fake smile. eddie glared at the little prick from his sunglasses. marriage? asking for marriage to you? his fucking wife? oh, he could feel the bile form in his throat until your back hit his chest as you turned around surprised to see him out here.

you raised a brow, kissing his cheek as you were lead back into the car. the door shutting loudly as the crowd and flashes muffled. you could feel the sudden switch of the mood your husband has put on. you face him, seeing as he removes his glasses, rubbing his eyes. you frowned, knowing how camera flashes hurts his head.

“you alright, eds?” you ask gently, feeling the car start as you moved closer to him. eddie hummed, a slight pout on his face as he didn’t answer again.

“eddie…” you scolded gently, knowing he has this habit of getting silent when he’s in a mood. “what’s wrong, baby? you have a headache?” you put your hand above his, cooing him gently. a moment of silence transpired as he finally sighs.

“don’t like it when you sign for ‘em.”

“who? your fans? why eds?” you laughed gently, eddie pouted more hearing you not take this seriously as he looks away to the window making your roll your eyes at his behavior. “c’mon, eds! your fans are so cute wanting my autographs! i love their interactions. it’s so sweet.”

“yeah, like asking for your hand marriage is fucking cute, huh? bunch of creeps…” he claps back, mumbling. you’re taken aback, remembering the teenage boy as you laughed at it. he’s jealous! you realized making you wheeze at how he’s reacting to his own fanbase.

“oh my god, eddie! he’s literally a fucking kid!”

“oh a kid? yeah, still not fucking cool.” he groans, annoyed you were laughing it off with his jealousy. “stop laughing!” he sighs out. “babe, this isn’t funny. you know what shit those weirdos of mine would say else?”

“like you aren’t the one dirty talking to me all the time, eddie.” you countered, still stifling a giggle. “you’re just as bad as them. and you’re my husband.”

“don’t compare me to those asshats—“ you giggled, rolling your eyes as you squeezed his hand. leaning in to kiss the pout away on his face as he gives in to your affections, still muttering shit talk about the situation as you felt yourself getting annoyed at his antics, making you pinch his cheeks to shut him up.

“oh, stop the fucking whining, eddie!”

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[sassytommykinard]

I'm 3.2k words into the sequel to Call Me By My Name (I still can't think of a title) and I'm nowhere near done. I have fears about the length of this baby, you guys.

I think I'll do WIP Wednesday and give a lil snippet even though I haven't been tagged in anything.

“Okay, so Tommy knows?” Eddie asks, looking perplexed. They’re both sitting on Eddie’s couch, the start screen of a video game on the TV and Chris in his room doing homework. “Yeah,” Buck says, “He did, in fact, overhear that conversation with my parents and he let it slip that he has a ring for me. It only seemed fair that I tell him I have one too.” “Huh. So you’re going to propose to each other?” “Kind of? I think we’re in some sort of competition,” Buck says, grabbing his beer from the coffee table and taking a sip. “Which wasn’t intentional, it just sort of happened.” “That could be fun,” Eddie says, rubbing his hands together. “Okay, so what are you thinking? Flash mob? Balloon ride?” “I told you balloon rides are a terrible idea,” Buck reminds him. “We met on a helicopter. Maybe something with that?” “Well, you met when he flew us into a hurricane,” Eddie says. “I suppose we could ask mother nature for another hurricane you could fly into. That would be romantic.” Buck glares at him. “You’re not helpful. Maybe I should ask Maddie. Although, Tommy did say something about talking to her himself...so Hen and Karen, then. I can’t talk to Chimney, he can’t keep his mouth shut and there are certain aspects of this that I want to keep quiet.” “No!” Eddie says, gripping the back of Buck’s shirt as he prepares to stand, pulling him back onto the couch with a huff. “No one else, I’m sorry. I want to help you with this.” “Less snark, more ideas, please.”

I've never done a tag list before but if you would like to be tagged when I post it, let me know. 😊

[micewithknives]

Random interesting history story you like ? (Cuz I'm down, n i maybe need a hopeful or nice history story, not just abt how people killed well? )

I mean its not all sorts of wholesome but I think its fun... So hopefully it cheers you up a little.

So in Australia, convicts were sent to Tasmania (a bunch of other places as well, but todays story is set in Tasmania).

Convict women, upon arriving (unless they were sick, badly behaved, pregnant, etc) were sent out on domestic service. While waiting for that (or any of the above things) they lived and worked at what were referred to as the "[insert place name] female factory" (Theres a few of them around).

Today's story is set specifically at the Cascades Female Factory in Tasmania.

During which, there were a group of women who were refered to simply as "the Flash Mob". Not to be confused with a dance group, these women had no qualms with life in the factory, and set up for themselves what could basically be considered their own little prison mafia.

(Most importantly, the "flash" part of their name, came from their refusal to accept the societal expectations for convict working class women - and instead to adorn themselves with earrings, scarves, jewellery, and fancy dresses. Subverting expectations of fashion and behaviour, they would compile money from their domestic services work (or from more illegal sources) and collectively pool resources for tobacco, alcohol, 'flash' clothes, and anything and everything in between.

They also started multiple riots. And at one point baracaded themselves into the factory and lit furniture on fire... But thats neither here nor there.

Unfortunately, in Australia, they have been memorialised in a singular act of mythology, courtesy of the fictionalised tales of one (ex) Reverend Robert Crooke. (Though it was not entirely his fault that what was very likely his novel manuscript was taken as historical event).

In this very likely fictionalised event, upon being lectured by the Factory's reverend, all the women were said to have turned around, lifted their skirts, and in "a loud and not very musical noise" slapped their butts. (Its commonly commemorated in this postcard artwork).

Whether or not the women of the Cascades Female Factory ever actually did flash the Reverend Bedford is up for a fair amount of debate. Consensus seems to be that the event likely never did happen. But its done wonders to shape many people's perception of convict women in Australia.

Although personally, i feel like skipping on the outrageously gaudy fashion choices, means everyone really is missing out on an accurate version of what theyre picturing these women as!

[ridiasfangirlings]

So Yata and Fushimi are dating and Yata starts to befriend S4 very quickly, but he realizes there is still some tension between the two clans members. He is trying to find a way to resolve this when Munakata mentions the Clan Bonding Activities. Suddenly the two go from being “I tolerate you bc you are important to Fushimi “ to “OMG this is what we should do for the Clans. (I’m a firm believer that both men have autism and it’s only a matter of time before they become the best FIL/SIL duo)

Homes is not sure what to think of this “party” but S4? They are panicking! They love Captain and Yata but both can be a bit much so who knows what this party will entail. Andy probably makes a comment that Fushimi could “distract” Yata from planning properly (and quickly dodges several knives).

The party is nearing and everyone is desperately trying to sabotage their plans but nothing is working. A few days before it starts Yata is on the phone with Munakata and says he just has to order a few essential items and they are done. Fushimi, now desperate, decides it’s time to take matters into his own hands. So the second Misaki hangs up, he finds his mouth preoccupied and Saruhiko is on top of him and moving on him and oh god his boyfriend is beautiful and he can’t think of anything else right now.

The big day arrives and Fushimi is walking with a pep in his step and looking smug. Hope is filling up for the Alphabet Boys. They fully believe he has done the impossible . Alas, however, the Captain shows up saying the party is still on, because Yata managed to actually pull off everything despite Fushimi’s best efforts.

Sorry for the long ask, I’ve had it in my head for a few days and if anyone can do it justice, it’s you 😅😅😅

Fushimi would be so irritated that his boyfriend and his King get along, he liked them better when they weren’t talking and weren’t happily making plans behind his back. Like Yata is obviously initially on guard around Munakata because even though he’s accepted that the Blues are mostly okay kinda he can’t quite bring himself to extend the same feeling to the Blue King. He’s also aware that Fushimi’s King is Weird and what if he gets pulled into a Weird thing, but even so Yata feels like he should at least try to get along with Fushimi’s King. Maybe Munakata calls Yata in to his office because he wishes to discuss the remaining tensions between Homra and S4, something that he would normally reach out to Kusanagi for but he figures this will also be a good chance to speak with Fushimi-kun’s boyfriend. Yata agrees that it would be cool if they could all just hang out together and Munakata mentions bonding activities. Yata’s a little hesitant like ‘bonding what’ and Munakata considers, perhaps a large party. Yata takes that in and is like wait that sounds cool, Munakata is immediately cheered by having someone who understands him and suddenly all tension evaporates as they start party planning.

When Fushimi hears about this imagine him confronting Yata like I thought you didn’t want to get pulled into anything weird by the Captain, but what he’s overlooked is that Yata is in Homra and enjoyed bonding activities planned by Totsuka so as it happens his threshold for Weird is high. I mean sure he’s had to talk Fushimi’s King out of a couple things that were a little much — they probably don’t need to have a flash mob to invite everyone, regular invites are fine — but otherwise this is a perfectly regular kind of thing isn’t it. Homra are all for it too, they’re not thrilled about hanging out with S4 but maybe it’ll be fun, and Yata is probably trustworthy for party planning. S4 are just panicking though, like who knows what this party will entail, will we have to fight our way into the venue will there be games that involve us using high powered rifles you just never know. Doumyouji grabs Fushimi and is like save us Fushimi-san, Fushimi clicks his tongue all what do want me to do about it. The S4 guys are like well Yata-san’s your boyfriend, can’t you use some leverage to get him to stop this madness.

What they probably meant was like ‘please talk to your boyfriend and explain that Captain should not be encouraged’ but Fushimi takes this to mean the only way he can get out of attending is to ‘distract’ Yata. And Fushimi only knows two ways of doing that, one involves knives and blood and is probably not a good idea so he goes for the second one. Yata’s busy at their apartment because he just has to order a few essentials, Fushimi overhears him saying that yeah he just needs to get this order in within the next couple hours and decides this is his chance. He immediately sits in Yata’s lap, Yata’s like Saru I’m working here and Fushimi gives him this deep kiss all what was that. Yata’s face is all red and he tries a stammering protest but Fushimi’s already being all needy and touching him and Yata basically can’t resist when Fushimi’s like this so off to the bedroom they go.

The day of the party Fushimi is feeling pretty satisfied, he distracted Yata well enough. The squad are all hopeful that Fushimi talked Yata out of this, Fushimi’s like ‘talk?’ because what do you mean you expected me to have an honest conversation with someone I love. That’s when Yata stops at headquarters to talk to Munakata, Munakata is so pleased that everything is in place for the party. The squad all groan and Yata laughs sheepishly like yeah I got a little, uh, distracted but I got the order in just in time while Saruhiko was napping after….doing work and he suddenly feels this chill up his spine as he realizes he is getting a death glare from his boyfriend. Poor Yata has no idea what he did wrong or why Fushimi just grumbled that Yata had better have enjoyed the other day because it’s the last he’s getting for a while. (But then it turns out the party is pretty normal and actually enjoyable thanks to Yata reining Munakata in and Fushimi grudgingly decides that okay, maybe he won’t punish Yata too much after all.)

[fixing-bad-posts]

I looked around and didn't see anything about this on your blog but I apologize if I missed it.

I was wondering, what does doing the work behind this blog...feel like? I guess what I'm asking is if it does anything to you. Like, I had a thought. For a flash, I imagined you as Butters from South Park in that episode where he is tasked with filtering out all the negative comments on Cartman's social media. It ended up really messing with Butters, what with him having to see all that negativity.

You're definitely not being affected to that extreme, I assume, but I wonder if you would have anything to say about the process of finding these negative posts and reading them several times to edit them. Has it exposed you to unpleasantness that you wouldn't have otherwise seen? Or is there perhaps a kind of catharsis in editing such filth?

I'm making a lot of assumptions here. Maybe I'm also asking about your process. I just think what you're doing is neat and would love to hear about your experience with it.

Thanks for reading and I hope you have plenty of reasons to feel joy <3

oh boy, i love talking about myself haha—so thank you for giving me an excuse to do so! i have answered similar questions in the past, though never at length. every once in a while, someone pops into the inbox to ask about my mental health (which, rest assured, is just fine—i don’t put this blog’s operation above anything; it’s honestly pretty low on my list of life-priorities), and it’s always quite sweet. having a mob of strangers following one’s sideblog has its perks: one being that sometimes parasociality results in some well wishes, kind thoughts, and general goodwill. which is very nice, and probably an unearned vanity-boost for my ego.

what does the work behind this blog feel like? in turns: mundane, challenging, vindicating, annoying, amusing… and probably other things that i’m forgetting. most of the work i do on this blog is actually me procrastinating! i am a certified adult with a job™, and i’m definitely guilty of slacking off at work sometimes to queue posts submissions from my inbox, which is more fun than like… proofreading financial documents and making spreadsheets. other times, i’m sitting in a café with my partner, and allegedly i’m “writing” fanfiction. but, uh, if you know any writers, you know that sometimes “writing” means, ‘looking at a blinking cursor’. so it’s in those moments that i open up tumblr and start writing image descriptions and adding tags to prep posts for my queue. that’s mainly when the blog feels mundane.

something that i think helps me avoid negative doomscroll-spirals is that i don’t actively seek out bad posts for this blog. being a citizen of the internet delivers fodder to me naturally. that, and running a semi-popular sideblog on tumblr. when i see a bad post in the wild, that’s when the feeling is annoying/challenging. challenging, because ever since starting this sideblog, hateful posts don’t feel as vicious to me. once i see them, they stop being posts and turn into word-puzzles. and i love word puzzles!

solving the word puzzle is amusing for me, as is getting to look at my resulting “blackout poem.” it makes me laugh, it stretches my brain. when i started, i used to have to read a post several times to find the ‘good post within the bad post’ so to speak. these days, i’m so used to it, i barely read the bad posts more than a handful of times. but as i was saying to my partner, one of the reasons i love found poetry (erasure poetry, and cut-up poetry) is that it uses the same part of my brain that loves scrabble (the board game). then, of course, it's vindicating to see my posts get so many notes, sometimes surpassing the original bad post. that's more of my own vanity, i'm sure.

as for the last part of your message: yes, i have plenty of reasons to feel joy. i work with people who respect me, i live walking distance from a bubble tea café, and have friends and family whom i love. i have the good fortune to be safely out as a queer person. i’m a fanbinder. i’m currently working on a long fanfiction which is getting some very nice comments on ao3. and i’ve recently decided to become a poet (like, for real).

i must admit, i’m fascinated by how you imagine me. i often wonder how i am perceived, especially because i keep many cards close to my chest here on my sideblog.

anyhow, thank you for this excuse to ramble about myself and the process of running this blog. i hope you also have plenty of reasons to feel joy 💛

[idledreams4]

Run In With The Law

Pairing: Nolanverse!Jonathan Crane x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence

Description: Bane has taken over the city, giving you a chance to move up a little in the criminal world. It wasn't too long before you heard about some trials happening, sentencing hearings really, for the corrupt corporate assholes who'd made your life a living hell. Out of curiosity you decide to head down to City Hall and see what's going on.

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Read it on Ao3 or keep reading here :)

For someone like you, this new Gotham was a paradise, not so much a prison. You didn't have much growing up, and sometimes had to steal to get by. It didn't stop as you got older though, it actually got worse. You made a living for yourself in the shady parts of the city. You got caught once, served a few weeks for petty theft, really wasn't a big deal to you. Now that Bane had taken over the city and brought it to anarchy however, you could live like a queen. Your name had been well enough known in the underworld that you mostly get left alone, and anyone stupid and/or ballsy enough to try and mess with you was lucky if they left your new penthouse any way other than over the balcony railing. It wasn't too long before you heard about some trials happening, sentencing hearings really, for the corrupt corporate assholes who'd made your life a living hell. Naturally, you decide to check it out, you imagine it will be quite satisfying watching them beg for mercy. So you make your way downtown and follow the crowds of people.

It's far from a proper court, a single chair sat before a massive tower of desks, mobs of people on either side. Atop the massive safety hazard, toweri g over everything else in the room, sat a man that could only be the judge. He looked rather familiar, where had you seen that devilishly handsome face before? That's it! He was a psychologist at the Arkham Asylum, Doctor Crane. You only saw him briefly while you were locked up. Headed to assess some other inmate to see if they were crazy enough for the insanity plea. He looked good though, even if he was hard to see it was impossible to deny that.

So you spent the day hanging around, a few of the men actually ended up choosing death over exile, which you found interesting. You had your fun, and in the evening you decide to head to you favorite bar. It had been taken over by one of Gotham's crime syndicates at the start of all this, but they didn't mind a pretty girl coming around every now and then so long as you didn't start trouble.

"What'll it be tonight Miss y/l/n? The regular?" The bartender asked, flashing you a broken smile.

"I'm thinking we spice it up tonight Tony, surprise me." You were pretty good pals with Anthony, he grew up down the street from you. Always getting into mischief together. You helped eachother out in the bad times, when you could afford to at least, and when you couldn't you'd always make up for it.

"And for you, y/n/n it's on the house." He sets a glass in front of you. Much prettier than usual, a nice glass with a bright orange cocktail that reminds you of the sunset, it's garnished with a slice of lime, a sprig of mint, and a cherry floating in the glass.

"Rum Sunset. Thought I'd being a bit of brightness to your day"

"Well thank you, you didn't have to do all this. At least let me pay you." You would feel bad for just taking this for free, but he refuses. At last you give in and try it. Despite its looks it's actually very simple, spiced rum and some orange juice, a bit of grenadine for the colour. It's as warm as it's name suggests. Anthony catches you up on some , and you tell him about the latest attempt to rob the penthouse you took up residence in. As you two are catching up you notice someone new walk in. He takes a seat a couple stools down from you. When you shoo Anthony away to go assist a paying customer you look over only to realize it's Dr. Crane.

"Actually, I'll pay for his drink Tony."

"Do I know you?" Having caught his attention he turns to face you, and now you get a proper look at him. He looks even better up close it seems.

"No. I was at your little courthouse today though. Must say, it's quite a gig you got there Doctor Crane."

"Yes, I suppose it is. Not much use for a psychiatrist now, so I do what I can. Clearly you know who I am but I can't say the same about you. You have a name?" You're a little surprised as it's been a while since you ran into someone who didn't know you, but he was legit before all this. As far as you know. Though, it doesn't make sense to you that he'd hold the position he does if he didn't have connections of his own.

"y/n. Maybe you've heard of me? I've done a couple jobs for Falcone" it's no accident you name drop the biggest name in organized crime, if Crane's got connections you're confident it's to him.

"So that's who I'm talking to. The infamous y/n y/l/n. Thief mainly, an accessory to not one, but 3 homicides, and recently building up a reputation for avidly protecting her home." You laugh at this.

"So much for not knowing me then." He has a sip of his drink, and so I have a bit more of my own.

"I meant more personally anyway, really I still know nothing about you." This man is impossible to read, whether he's interested or just being polite I can't tell. So, I move over to the next stool, still leaving space but it cuts the gap in half.

"What exactly would you like to know about me?" I'm thankful Tony has left me alone, I hope it's not just because he's been busy. The last thing I need is to get cockblocked by one of my best friends.

"Lots of things. Though I guess particularly what scares you. Old habit really, phobias and fears were my primary areas of focus." Hearing this makes you chuckle, which intrigues the doctor. "Was something I said funny to you miss y/l/n?"

"Well, just that there's nothing I can really think of that scares me. But... Maybe if you got to know me a bit better you might find something, buried, deep inside me." You were hoping that your fears and likely some repressed childhood trauma weren't going to be the only things deep inside you tonight, and based on his reaction you were definitely on the right track. He was about to empty his glass when he paused, probably realizing what your tone was implying, and set the glass back down. His whole demeanor changed at this point.

"Well, some people find it difficult to talk about themselves without a prompt, and I believe you'd be exactly the type. But I don't think a game of 20 questions is particularly the best way to get to know someone. So, what do you propose?" You shift again, now to the stool right beside his.

"Well..." You pretended to ponder the question, with a smirk on your face. You gently rest your hand on Crane's knee and slowly let it work its way up as you continue to speak. "I was thinking we head back to that famous penthouse of mine. In a more comfortable environment, I might just open up for you." You finish what's left in your glass, as does he, and leave behind a tip for Anthony. You then guide crane out of the bar and lead him back to the penthouse.

"Hey, I'll pay you overtime but I need you on guard for tonight Rodrigo. Get yourself a coffee or something, but if you're not here in the morning, then leaving your post will be the last mistake you ever make. Understood?" If anyone thought you'd leave your place unguarded when you went out they must be crazy. You rotate a few guys as your guards, but you trust Rodrigo the most. So when you're out for long stretches of time, he's who you call. He's a big guy, used to be a bouncer at a club before the underground fighting ring got busted. Most of the guys who got in the ring were fugitives, either broke out of jail or had outstanding warrants. But, despite the tough looks he knows full well I can take him.

"You think I'd try taking you out?" Crane asks, probably joking.

"No, I think some of the guys at the bar will spread word around that I've had a bit to drink and went home with a guy. I'd be completely vulnerable right now if it weren't for him." You say as you both get into the elevator

"the only reason they don't try anything while I'm in the bar is because their boss would kill any one of his men who lays a hand on me. I've been a valuable asset in the past, and he wants to ensure we can do business again in the future."

The elevator dings and the doors slide open to reveal your humble home. A luxurious kitchen and bar to the right, living room with a massive picture window dead ahead, and in between are the steps that lead up to my bedroom, and the balcony. To fill the empty space between the three sections the previous tenants have a beautiful grand piano sitting in the middle of it all.

"It is is quite the place you've found for yourself. I have to say I'm a bit jealous." He follows you out. You didn't expect his reaction, you imagined he'd have a far nicer place than this.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, just about every man I know wishes he could be where you are right now. This is an opportunity not many people get." You lean against the wall in your bedroom, letting him look around but keeping a close eyes on him. He addresses your comment as he makes his way back toward you.

"Being in your penthouse? I've come to understand it's leaving it that's such a coveted opportunity." He raises an eyebrow as though prompting you for more information, but keeps a smirk on his face you roll your eyes playfully and grab his tie, pulling him closer to you.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly why you're here Doctor."

He grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The other tilts your chin up so your looking him in the eyes

"Please, it's Judge Crane now. And you, my dear, have been found guilty, for the crime of seducing a public official. You're hereby sentenced to one night of passion, here in your own private prison."

[savelockwoodandco]

Hello and Hello and Hiya, darling LockNation! It's another week and we've got some great hashtags coming up and a fun little project -- Virtual Thinking Cloth....TWOOOOOO!!

As for instructions, it's basically the same as last time -- doodle on a white background, send it to us in a submission here or @lavenderghostco out there on the wild wild west of Twitter! Submissions are due by 11:59pm this coming Saturday (August 26th), and it'll be posted next Sunday (the 27th) at around 7pm UK Time! Send in as many doodles as you want, be it 1 or 10 or 100 -- Tumblr Mod (me <3) sent in a doodle of intensely questionable artistic merit last time, so this time Twitter Mod is gonna flex her artistic skills (and I'm posting this publicly to shame her into it, so encourage her!).

With that, we want to give another bit of encouragement to all of LockNation.

We know as we get up to the 100 days post-cancellation mark that it's so easy to get discouraged, but we firmly believe a save is coming, even if it might not feel like it sometimes.

We can't help sign contracts, wheedle execs, or bust into meetings with a flash mob set to vintage UK Punk Pop (though we would Kill It if we could, we're sure), but we can make as much noise as we possibly can -- and that's far more of a help than you may think.

Take a few deep breaths, fill up your diaphragm, and shout with us. We think -- we know -- this show is something to shout about.

[extratrrestrial]

TYPEFACES I THINK THE MOBSAI MAIN CAST WOULD USE

Decided to be insane and come up with some headcanons on the typefaces each character would use. Please shout at me about it on the psychohelmet forum if you get the chance. I've copied and pasted the headcanons under the read more for your viewing pleasure.

I wanted to share my headcanons for the different fonts (using this term very generally) each of the mobsai main cast would use (if we are imagining that they were given free rein to do so for some reason, and also that they wrote using a latin alphabet, obviously) which I just made up off the top of my head right now.

Anyway, here we go:

Mob - Calibri

I think this one makes a lot of sense, just off the bat. I really don't think Mob would be a serif sort of guy, he's too plain and unassuming for that. What better than to make him a very default font. I honestly don't think you can even get more default than calibri. It even sounds a little lame when you say it. Despite that, it's a pretty dependable font, it appears everywhere, and I would argue is very powerful due to its universality and legibility on any-sized devices. But don't just take my word for it, here's what Microsoft has to say about it: "Its proportions allow high impact in tightly set lines of big and small text alike. Calibri’s many curves and the new rasteriser team up in bigger sizes to reveal a warm and soft character." I would argue that this clearly reflects Mob's welcoming character and desire to understand and empathise with any number of characters within the show.

Reigen - Arial

Again, I do feel like this just makes sense to me. Reigen is also a real sans-serif sort of guy, he's the greatest psychic of the 21st century, he's spice city's bro! Arial I feel is also a little more professional than calibri, while still being quite similar in appearance, which I feel reflects the influence Reigen has over Mob's character and development within the story. Described by Microsoft as an "extremely versatile" typeface, especially "for display use in newspapers, advertising and promotions", I think this works well for Reigen's character. It's also a pretty dyslexia friendly font, which I think would be a fun fact he'd shoot at Mob.

Dimple - Papyrus

This one was a little tricky. I wanted it to look dated, considering Dimple's been dead for some time, while also being a little flashy to reflect his desires for godhood. I settled on papyrus because, well, look at it. It's definitely what I'd consider a meme typeface (which I think is fitting for a sentient fart, honestly), but it's also loud without being too out there, and a popular and fun font to use. It's unapologetic and real, which I think Dimple represents as a character, and the complete opposite of a font like calibri. It also looks good in green.

Ritsu - Times New Roman

Ritsu is absolutely a serif guy, through and through. He's always on that 12pt Times New Roman shit, even if he's just writing a casual email to someone. Ritsu is someone who takes things seriously, and has a reputation he wants/needs to uphold. I'm sure he read somewhere that TNR (I'm not writing that shit out again) was the professional font and just made it his whole personality or something. It looks good, so I'm not complaining. I've also heard that TNR is a good font to make study notes in, because you remember it better (I think this was a myth uni students used to tell each other though) but I'm sure he stands behind this fact wholeheartedly.

Teru - Blackadder ITC

Just listen to what Microsoft has to say here in its overview of this font: "Blackadder ITC font is an elegant, yet menacing display face is perfect for theatrical uses and scare tactics." Not only is it elegant and swirly, but works well with his flashy appearances and fashion choices throughout the show. It's impressive and makes a scene when it appears, and walks the line between impressive and gaudy very well for someone as in-TERU-sting as Hanazawa. I do think he'd switch around fonts a little, but this would be his favourite for sure.

Serizawa - Roboto

This one was also hard, and I'm not sure I did him justice. I think, given Serizawa's lack of real-life experience outside of a terrorist organisation as well as his time online, I wanted to go with a font that was professionally acceptable, but still a bit of an outlier. Roboto is also the default font on android devices, and all other google services, which I figured would reflect the 'shut in' phase of his life. It's sorta plain, but does the job and follows the rules without asking too many questions. I think if we were talking specifics, he'd be Roboto Mono.

Tome - Courier New

I need to preface this explanation by saying I love Tome. More than almost all of the characters in this show. She reminds me a lot of myself as a kid. This one's personal. Tome is obsessed with proving the existence of aliens, or any sort of extraterrestrial and paranormal activity. She starts the Telepathy club to research these phenomena, she's absolutely committed (apart from in that one episode) to show the world she's right, to have her friends take her interests seriously. I think she'd want to use a font that was interesting to look at, while still being serious-enough to reflect her passion for pursuing the truth. She probably watched the X-Files as a kid and really wanted to type up some legit-looking reports on the unexplained. No I'm not projecting.

Shou - Comic Sans MS

I mean, what did you expect. He uses Comic Sans for all his reports and thinks he's the funniest guy ever for doing so. He also just likes how it looks, I think he'd be into superhero comics and would love to make any work he does look similar. Not only is it a funny text face, Microsoft also calls it "useful" due to its readability. I think that definitely mirrors Shou's extraversion and his role as a helpful figure, both to Ritsu and to his father at the conclusion of his arc. I also bet he logs on to Toichiro's desktop sometimes and changes his default email font to comic sans too, probably makes the fantastic five or whatever they're called piss themselves with laughter. Also a frequent Wingdings user, for sure.

Toichiro - Futura

Guess I have to put him in here too, since I talked about Shou. I chose Futura here for what it stands for, a purely geometric and efficient typeface which I feel reflects Suzuki's ethos of wanting to be the best and creating a world where 'supreme beings' rule over normal humans. The progressive feel Futura has here becomes skewed, not towards a bright future but towards a descruction of the old order and a rebuilding of an ESPer-led world. An incredibly popular font, which I feel is all about appearances and precision, it wants its letters to stand in line, breaking away from the old 'grotesque' style of former sans-serif fonts. Do you see my vision?

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the last time reigen let dimple possess him, it was, well, — it felt fucking great, despite everything. standing in the eye of the storm, indestructible, fast, strong, agile, powerful, together; having entrusted him with reigen's useless old little body and gotten a 200% return on the investment! so what if he wanted to feel something at least a little bit like that again, if he missed the crowdedness under his skin? so what if he's been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially when off work, what with mob being busy, and himself not being all too close to tome-chan yet, and not letting himself get all too close to serizawa? so maybe reigen starts letting dimple possess him from time to time, just, casually. most of the time the possessions aren't even justified, but it's not weird if they don't talk about it. dimple enjoys being able to breathe, and says exactly that; reigen enjoys being together, and says nothing of it.

reigen never admits any of his reasons, obviously; neither does dimple admit that he deeply appreciates what reigen does for him. it's just a weird little thing that happens between them, largely unacknowledged, mentioned either not at all or through crude lighthearted jokes, with emotions welling in the whitespace between words.

over time, reigen gets his head out of his ass, and him and serizawa become good friends, best friends, boyfriends, even, and later move in together. the thing with dimple continues to happen because there's no real reason for it to stop, and frankly it's not like they ever discuss that; it just carries on. katsuya's been noticing for quite a while that Something has been happening, but he never felt like it's his place to ask, especially when it seemed so silent — nearly non-existent, despite being very real. well, whatever arataka chooses to do with his free time, right?

***

one night katsuya stays out drinking with his school friends a little later than he was expecting, and comes home a little drunker than he was going to. he finds arataka in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables, main lights off and over-the-counter lights dim and amber around his frame; he's so, so pretty, and katsuya hugs him from the back, reaching to try and place a kiss. arataka turns around, his face flashing a wide grin and very bright red cheeks. "oh hi," dimple says. katsuya backs off clumsily, and stammers, "ah, i'm so sorry! i was expecting arataka to be here, but it's you, ah-h-h, this is awkward, again i'm so sorry!"

"no big deal," dimple waves off, and turns back to chopping. "fyi, usually when i'm here, it doesn't mean reigen's not — i don't displace him, yanno? just hanging around in his head, it's like buddy time." he grins again. "right now he isn't, though: i'm just puppeteering the thing. he passed out on the couch waiting for you, and i thought y'all wouldn't appreciate not having shit to eat for breakfast. i'll whip up some stir-fry for tomorrow and dump this back where i found it for a good night's sleep, dw about it"

"ah," katsuya says eloquently, "thank you."

he doesn't leave the kitchen, still — changes positions, getting comfortable, leans on the counter, and watches dimple work. his quick movements, his(?) elegant hands, his concentrated expression, his(?) golden hair, his red cheeks. he looks so handsome like that.

"you look so handsome like this," katsuya says before his brain-to-mouth filter catches up to the rest of him.

dimple puts the knife down and stretches his(? arataka's?) hands out before him, admiring. "it's a beautiful body," he admits. it's not a grin, but smile, softer this time; private, even. "don't tell reigen i said that, but — i really enjoy this; being like this. not just the whole getting to be alive, running around and breathing and eating thing, though of course that too, but also — you know what i mean," he shifts a shoulder up. "possessing anyone is fun, but possessing reigen..." he runs one of his(?) hands down another of his(?) arms, lightly — almost reverently. "it's nice."

katsuya's breath hitches.

he's standing closer than he remembers being. arataka is so pretty like that, in this soft lighting; dimple is so pretty like that, in this soft body.

"i still want to kiss you," katsuya whispers.

dimple's breath, just for a flashing moment, hitches too; he wouldn't admit it. "go ahead," he says, louder than a whisper, but way quieter than his voice.

katsuya does.

it's not chaste and not desperate; gentle-slow and quick-curious, soft, warm, almost exactly the same as every kiss he'd had before, just like this, but so unlike them, and almost tangibly new.

it feels great.

"it feels great," dimple breathes. "it's been a long time, and i've kind of... forgotten what it's like. so i've always wondered how it would feel if i did it."

"you mean, kissing in general, or?..." katsuya makes a terrible, embarrassed pause. "...kissing me?"

dimple shrugs, and turns back to the cutting board again. chop-chop-chop! katsuya stares, maybe a bit dumbly.

***

katsuya wakes up in the middle of the night, slightly less drunk but significantly more disoriented, and stumbles towards bathroom, and gets arataka's phone flashlight shone right into his fucking face (and then quickly towards his feet with a bit-louder-than-necessary apology).

" 'm going to the bathroom", katsuya explains.

"ah, i'm just heading back. samesies moment!" arataka jokes.

katsuya buffers.

"i kissed your boyfriend last night and i'm so sorry!"

"...you are my boyfriend, tsuya," he raises an incredulous brow, and then a hand to brush at katsuya's forehead. "you alright, buddy?.. uh, do you mean you gave me a kiss while i was asleep? if so, it's fine, you shouldn't worry about little things like that-"

"no! i mean kinda yes? agh, i mean dimple-was-posessing-you-while-you-were-asleep-and-i-kissed-him-and-he-kissed-me-back-i'm-so-sorry!"

"ah yea he does that someti- you What? dimple WHAT? wait, did you just call dimple my BOYFRIEND?"

***

the conversation that ensues is horrible. not because anyone's fighting — no one is even angry, unless you count violent bafflement as a subtype of anger — but because a honest, serious, 3-way conversation regarding dimple, gayness, feelings, and gay feelings for dimple, by definition can not be not horrible. arataka takes a smoke break in the middle. (he quit 5 years ago, but a guy needs exceptions). katsuya feels the closest he's ever felt to a heart attack, and that's including all his previous life experiences. dimple grows out a weird little perfunctory foot to tap it in the air.

but they try their best, and they figure things out.

in the end, not much changes; they still don’t talk about too often, but now it feels more like comfortable lack of necessity rather than avoidance; they all just get it. and occasionally, dimple possesses arataka while he kisses katsuya, and oftentimes vice versa.

it's nice.

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Chapter 14: The Ken Surprise

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 2) Song : "Dance the Night - Dua Lipa"

The night was electric. Mark had been invited to the exclusive Barbie movie premiere, and naturally, he extended the invitation to his closest friends—especially Charles. Though Charles had initially thought it was just another glitzy event, Mark’s excitement had been contagious.

As they arrived, Mark absolutely owned the red carpet. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that hugged his frame perfectly, radiating confidence and charm. Cameras flashed from every angle, and Mark’s easy grin and casual interactions with the actors made it seem like he had been part of Hollywood for years. He was effortlessly engaging with everyone, from the director to the leading actors, laughing as if they were lifelong friends.

Charles, standing a few feet away, couldn’t help but admire how easily Mark blended into any scene—whether it was the racing circuit or the dazzling world of film premieres. Still, he wondered what had brought Mark here, aside from the invite. The thought lingered briefly, but he brushed it aside, settling in for what he thought would just be a fun night at the movies.

As the film began, laughter and excitement filled the theater. The nostalgia and bright visuals of Barbie had everyone captivated. Then, halfway through the movie, during the iconic "Barbie's House Party" scene where Dua Lipa's "Dance the Night" started playing, something happened that no one expected.

The camera panned over a group of glamorous Kens dancing with Barbies, and suddenly, there he was—Mark Spencer, perfectly cast as a Ken. The room fell into stunned silence for a split second. Mark looked impeccable on screen, dressed in a pristine, vibrant Ken outfit, his dazzling smile lighting up the entire scene. His hair was slicked back, and his moves were perfectly in sync with the rest of the cast, as if he belonged there all along.

Charles’ jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. The same seemed true for everyone else in the theater. Gasps echoed across the room, and whispers broke out as people started realizing that Mark wasn’t just here as a guest—he had starred in the movie. It was a surprise cameo no one saw coming.

By the time the scene ended, the audience was buzzing, exchanging glances and whispers, while Charles turned toward Mark with a shocked smile. "You were in this?" he mouthed incredulously.

Mark just shrugged nonchalantly and whispered back, "Surprise!"

But Charles knew Mark too well. Behind that casual exterior, there was a hint of pride—and rightfully so. This was another layer to the man who could excel on the track and now, apparently, on the big screen too.

As the movie ended, the entire theater erupted into applause. Mark was mobbed by well-wishers, fellow actors, and excited fans, congratulating him on the unexpected cameo. Charles stayed by his side, unable to suppress his admiration.

The Internet Goes Crazy

It didn’t take long for the internet to catch on. The moment the credits rolled and the theater lights came on, phones were whipped out, and social media platforms flooded with reactions.

On Twitter, the hashtag #MarkKENcer was trending within minutes.

@F1FanGirl2323: "Wait…was that Mark Spencer as Ken in the Barbie movie?! I CAN’T EVEN!! #MarkKENcer #TooHotToHandle🔥"

@Film_Fanatic19: "Mark Spencer just made the Barbie movie a million times better! I need a whole spin-off with him as Ken. #MarkKENcer"

@Dua_LipaObsessed: "Not me thinking Mark Spencer was just a guest at the premiere, and then BAM! Ken energy unmatched! #MarkKENcer"

Instagram wasn’t far behind, with fans and celebrities alike sharing stories and reels from the red carpet, tagging Mark and flooding his comments section with heart-eyed emojis and messages of shock.

@the_rock: “Bro killed it as Ken! Didn’t know you had acting chops too 💪👊 #MarkKENcer"

@dualipa_: "The party scene wouldn’t have been the same without you, Ken! 💖💃"

YouTube was filled with clips from the party scene, as fans uploaded snippets from the premiere, replaying Mark’s cameo over and over again.

"Mark Spencer Stuns as a Surprise Ken in the Barbie Movie—Watch the Full Cameo!"

"F1 Racer to Movie Star? Mark Spencer’s Epic Barbie Cameo Explained!"

TikTok quickly joined the frenzy, with users recreating his dance moves, while others jokingly pretended to be shocked at his “hidden” talents.

Backstage Reactions

After the movie and media storm that followed, Mark and Charles found a quiet spot backstage. Charles still couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.

“You never mentioned you were in the movie,” Charles teased, nudging him as they stood by a quiet corner.

Mark grinned, looking completely at ease. “It was just a quick cameo. A favor for the director. They needed a charming Ken, so who better, right?”

Charles laughed, shaking his head. “You’re full of surprises.”

“I like to keep things interesting,” Mark said with a wink. “Besides, now you know I’m not just a pretty face behind a race car.”

Charles’ playful smile softened into something more serious for a moment. “You really are something, you know that?”

Mark leaned back against the wall, his confident exterior cracking just a little as he shrugged. “I try.”

Charles looked at him, and for a brief moment, the world of racing and movie premieres faded into the background. All that mattered was the growing connection between them, something deeper than fame or talent—something real.

“Whatever happens next, just know I’m proud of you,” Charles added quietly.

Mark smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Thanks, Charles. That means a lot.”

As they left the premiere, stepping back into the chaotic world of cameras and reporters, Mark couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfillment. Whether it was on the racetrack, on-screen, or in moments like this with Charles—he was exactly where he wanted to be.

--- (After writing ts I realised that the KENcer sounds like cancer 💀💀😭😭 and i couldn't change it so I guess yeah we will forever have a cancer....I mean KENcer lol)