#the little ⚡️ - I'm planning now

[misshoneyimhome]

Can i please ask a small scenario of luke hughes finishing first and he is so embarrassed and cute and hides his face in readers face and neck. Reader is so calm and sweet to him. Thanks love 🥰

Okay okay, so this was very brief! And also my first time writing about Luke Hughes... and I know I said no players born after 2001, but what can I say, I do like a challenge 🙈 Though I do feel like I violated him...

Hope it's alright love 😉🤍

Warnings; 18+ smut; protected sex (p in v);

Word count; 1.5K

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Practice makes perfect | Luke Hughes 🖋️⚡️

"What a game, huh?" you exclaimed with excitement as you greeted Luke, who was coming out of the locker room after the New Jersey game against the Blackhawks.

"It was alright," the young defensemen simply smiled in response.

"Alright? Luke, you played amazingly tonight," you embraced him in a hug, smiling up at your tall boyfriend, feeling he deserved more praise.

"Thanks," he flashed you a sweet, humble smile, wrapping his long arms around your body. Tucking you into him before letting you go and admiring your beautiful face. "So, what's the plan now?"

You could sense a slight hint of nervousness in his question, considering that you and Luke had only recently started seeing each other.

You had gotten to know him platonically during the summer, and as the regular season progressed, you slowly grew closer. However, your relationship was still fairly new.

"Coming over to your place?" you timidly suggested in a sweet voice, and Luke couldn’t help but return your joy. You always had a way of making him weak in the knees, from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, where he mentally had to kick himself multiple times for taking so long to ask you out.

"Definitely!"

And there you were, entwined on his sofa, celebrating the night's victory, with his 6'2" frame leaning over you. Your fingers intertwined in his brown curls as his lips caressed yours, his tongue gently seeking entrance, meeting yours with hunger.

The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm ambiance. The celebration continued with the faint sound of the TV playing highlights of the game in the background. The scent of victory lingered in the air, mixed with the comforting aroma of the takeout you both had enjoyed earlier.

"Easy, Luke," you chuckled lightly into the kiss, feeling his desire growing, along with impatience and almost neediness. "Slow down, we've got time."

"Sorry, babe," he breathed out with a light smile. "I'm just so..."

"Turned on?" you asked, your eyes glancing downwards to his very hard member, concealed in his sweats.

"Yeah," he softly admitted before once again pressing his mouth onto yours. Although he did try to slow down a little, it was rather difficult for him.

You were one of the most gorgeous and sweet girls he'd ever met. His hockey career always making it difficult to date like a regular teenager, and as a young adult having to take life seriously now, it hadn't gotten any easier.

But then you came around. And though he wasn't exactly a virgin when the two of you met, he might still have been on the less experienced side. Again, his hard work to reach the same level of career as his brothers had limited his social life. Which also meant his intimate time with girls.

And as you felt his rather sizeable length, firm against your inner thigh, you knew he was too worked up to slow down any further.

"Bedroom, Luke..." you breathed in between his sloppy kisses, and before long, he guided you to his room, where he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned hockey torso, while you discarded your own blouse. Trousers went next, and not many seconds passed before you were back in the same position, your legs on each side of Luke as he hovered over you, lips connected, bodies growing warmer with every touch, creating friction, and sweat.

Yet, despite his deep need to feel himself reaching the much-anticipated climax, Luke was still trying his best to focus on you.

So, as you shared the passionate kiss, his fingers found the edge of your knickers, gently sneaking a finger inside as he located your entrance, poking and teasing before sliding it in.

Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt the pleasure he was causing, and you slowly developed an impatient need for more, which was given to you with a second finger.

And as Luke skilfully fingered you, something he'd, of course, learned from his older brothers, he too felt the impending surge of pleasure within him. The room filled with the heady mix of desire and intimacy, creating a space where time seemed to stand still, solely dedicated to the symphony of your shared sensations.

His cock was already dripping with pre-cum, creating a small damp patch in his boxers as he felt it throbbing, almost pulsating, craving to be touched.

"Yes, Luke," you moaned softly as you felt his fingers massaging your walls.

But with every pump, he felt himself in more need to feel those walls around his length instead. So, as impatience took over, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling a void as he shifted his position, pulled off his boxers, and then returned to tuck down your underwear.

His facial expression was so serious, much like when he was playing hockey - focused and determined. Yet, this time, he also seemed desperate to be touched and in need to reach his peak.

Reaching over to the nightstand where Jack had been kind enough to place a few condoms as a joke, he took out the little packaging. However, as he seemed to fumble with it, you offered him a helping hand.

"Here, let me," you smiled up at him as you took out the latex and gently wrapped his length, causing little squirms from the boy above you, as your touch made him feel the sense of pleasure he was craving.

And then swiftly, he returned to missionary once more and let the tip of his member gently touch and tease your tight entrance.

"Slowly, love," you tried with a soft whisper. However, as Luke eased himself into your depth, your whisper quickly turned into a moan instead, feeling his long shaft filling your warmth.

"Shit..." he breathed out, slowly beginning to rock his hips, letting his cock glide in and out of you as he stimulated your walls. The room echoed with the sounds of your shared passion, a harmony of gasps, moans, and the rhythmic dance of bodies entwined in the heat of the moment. The intensity grew, the connection deepening with every thrust, creating a heated atmosphere. 

"That's it, Luke..." you moaned in between breaths as he found a solid pace, thrusting and hitting the very end of your depth. Your hands finding his locks that you could pull on as you felt the building of an orgasm once again within.

However, the more Luke felt stimulated, the more he increased his speed. His thrusts slowly grew eager and more forceful as he got closer to his climax, still feeling the rush of a win from the match as he pounded into you.

And you felt him getting sloppier. His eyes shutting close as he desperately fought not to reach the peak, trying his best to have you come with him. Carefully he listened to your moans as you were about to let yourself give in to an orgasm as well.

"Yes, baby... I'm close... please come with me..." Luke almost cried out.

And you were almost there with him.

But as you were about to announce your climax, the tightening of your core around Luke's shaft had him involuntarily come a little too close to his peak. And with a deep, uncontrollable grunt, he let himself go, spilling his release into the latex as he felt the rush take over.

"Fuck..." Luke shouted, letting go of the last drops, his body trembling as he almost collapsed and fell with his face into the crook of your neck. The room was filled with the aftermath of passion, both of you catching your breath in the shared intimacy of the moment. The echoes of pleasure lingered in the air, creating a sense of vulnerability.

You let the silence fill the room as Luke slowly gained control of his heavy breaths, his body lying on top of you as he let out a deep sigh.

"I'm so sorry, babe..." he timidly mumbled into your skin, and you couldn't help but form a soft smile on your lips.

"It's okay, Luke," you tried to comfort him with a soft tone of voice, gently stroking your fingers through his hair before he lifted his head to look at you.

"No, it's not okay... you didn't get to come first, baby... you know I always want that," he whispered softly, his eyes darting from side to side as he kept apologising.

But you merely offered him another light chuckle and caressed his cheek. "Hey, it was your night tonight... after the thrill from the game, and how eager we both were, it makes sense it didn't take long."

“Still… I feel bad about not making you come…”

Once more, you just flashed him a soft smile.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to do it again – you know what they say: practice makes perfect.”

And your words seemed to slowly reassure him as you both remained in the relaxed position, comforting each other while keeping your eyes locked onto his. Eventually, he accepted your words and withdrew himself from your embrace.

Though you had to admit feeling a little disappointed, having been so close to your peak, you were also okay with how Luke came to his release. He had made you feel good after all, and it truly brought you joy to please him.

[greensagephase]

Ana, I'm so sorry for just now replying! I'm getting back to everyone after New Year's but no, THANK YOU for drawing this BEAUTIFUL fanart and for all your lovely support and kind words!!!! And haha, you and me both just being delulu because of this man - it's never gonna end I swear!! But of course, I'm happy that you've found joy in the fic's moments and that you can imagine a life with Miguel in HQ (this is how I come up with so much stuff for the fic, haha!)!

ALSO, THE LITTLE ⚡️Ana..... you're making me think here and I'm taking notes for research purposes 👀 that's all I'm going to say!!

About Miguel's hands!!! I've seen so many people do measurements and one person said they were like 11 inches big?? Either way, this man's hands are HUGE and I go crazy thinking about it 🤭 AND THE FACT THAT MIGUEL'S PINKY IS AS LONG AS READER'S ENTIRE PALM?? NOT OKAY!!!

And omg, yes I remember you telling me these little moments remind you of home and I'm so happy about it!!! I love adding them to share a little bit of our culture, and because I love writing Miguel embracing his Latino background since I don't see a lot of writing with that side of him, plus I just love thinking about bonding with Miguel over these things like all the amazing food and traditions.❤️ I hope you can soon find yourself relaxing with some cafecito y pan dulce!!!

Y omg POLVORONES and GARIBALDIS 🤤I had some polvorones the other day because some lady makes them homemade and sells them and !!! They were so good with café!! You know what- next part, I'm including both polvorones y garibaldis - I'm expanding the pan dulce menu in the story!!!!

THANK YOU AGAIN ANA!!!! I TRULY LOVED THIS SO MUCH 🥺❤️ I hope you had an amazing New Year's!!!! And thank you for giving me permission to link your post to my masterlist!!

FanArt for Nonviolent Communication part 11 by @greensagephase

I just love NVC so much and I cannot stress how much I’m obsessed with the pinky touch of Miguel and reader, it’s been stuck in my mind on a loop since I read it and I needed to do something.

I ‘dusted’ off my Anatomy drawing classes to try to make the hands, although I hate to do hands better if you hide them in drawings it was something I needed to do to scratch the Miguel slowburn itch off my mind, also I had a 4 hour trip on a train and this helped me entertain myself, along listening to the Spider verse soundtrack.

As always Alondra I’m in love with your fic 🙈😍

I like to suffer with the slowburn and can’t wait too read more!

[age-of-play-i-say]

Sentence prompts, huh? Well, never let it be said that I'm not predictable...

"Oh sweetie - if you can't hold it anymore, just do your tinkles on teddy..."

-🐻⚡️

CG and potty-training Little are heading home from what was supposed to be a quick Saturday afternoon errand run: dropping things at the library, stopping by the grocery store, and then picking up some Thai food for tonight. Because they had meant to be out for 90 minutes, 2 hours tops, CG allowed Little to wear big kid undies, just this once! Little was so excited, they have yet to be out of the house with no padding since the potty training started! This will be their first test, and they're determined to prove themselves as a big kid. CG even asked them at the restaurant if they needed to go. Little knew home was a 10 minute car ride away, so they said no. They wanted CG to have no excuse to diaper them up for every outing like this. Unfortunately, the universe has other plans, and the two of them get stuck behind a car accident caused by some serious surprise road construction. No escape routes, no turn offs, no diapers, let's go.

CG: Whoa, what's going on up here? This wasn't here on our way down to the store.

Little: looks scary daddy!! *clutches teddy tightly* shiny stuff all over da road. . .

CG: Pieces of the car, yeah. Wow, looks like the clean-up crew just got here. We're gonna be sitting for awhile, Baby. Here, why don't you enjoy your bubble tea and watch a little Emperor's New Groove on Daddy's phone?

Little: really Daddy?? *bouncing in their booster seat*

CG: Yes, you've been so good for me and I don't want the accident to scare you. Go to your happy place, sweetie, I’ll call you back when we're ready to move.

10 minutes later:

Little: drinkie all gone Daddy! *wiggling with teddy* we almos goin home??

CG: Not yet, Baby. Looks like it's pretty complicated up there. Good job with your drink! Are you doing okay with your movie?

Little: *wiggling faster* hh- mm-hmm! how much longer till home??

CG: I don't know yet, Baby. Be patient for Daddy, okay?

10 minutes later:

CG: I know it's not fun, Baby, but it's gonna be okay, looks like the crew is about halfway done with their work. Can you keep being good for Daddy?

Little: umm!! wanna be good, wanna be big kid!! but um!! *hides face in teddy and plunges one hand down to hold tight against their baby parts, sniffling*

CG: Oh no! Does my sweet Baby need to make tinkles? And you were doing so well with your big kid undies, too!

Little: *crying and potty dancing in their seat with their hand on their undies* no fair!!!! ‘s no fair, Daddy, am a big kid!!! b-but needa make tinkles!! emerg-*hiccups, begins to wail* emergency!!

CG: Oh Sweetie, - if you can't hold it anymore, let's just do your tinkles on Teddy. Here, I’ll take him. Lift up your tush off the seat. Shhhh, it's okay, we’ll wash him at home.

Little: ahh! hhh teddy feels good, Daddy!! *wiggling and sniffling* woulda m-made it!! stupid cars!! stupidt road!! *crying louder again*

CG: I know it, Baby. This won't count against you for future big kid clothes, okay? For now, we gotta get those tinkles out before they start hurting. Come on, sweetie, you can do it. Can you show Daddy how you’d make peepee in your big kid potty at home?

Little: y-ye Daddy *reaches out to cling to Daddy's hand and sniffles once more before a loud hissing noise fills the car* ahhhh - m-makin peepee Daddy!! mmm teddy all wet!

Daddy: There we go, good Baby! That's Daddy's good, sweet Baby. Oh, that sounds like it feels good, sweetie. Are you feeling better?

Little: almos done peepee Daddy feels so good! *stream finally slows to a trickle and then stops while Baby shivers* hhhah all done tinkies!!

Daddy: And it looks like we’re moving again! Good job, Baby! Tell you what. You're right, that wasn't fair, and you didn't make a mess in your carseat. We’re calling this a success!

Little: really?? thank Daddy!! *bouncing on Teddy until Teddy squelches, then a little whimper*

Daddy: We’ll be home in 10 minutes now, Baby, but I have a question for you. Big kids get to choose, so when we get home, do you want to be cleaned up and keep wearing big kid undies? Or do you want soft, cozy protection after all of that? Keep in mind you won't have Teddy to snuggle for a few hours while I clean him up.

Little: ohh umm *hides face in hands* wan diapies Daddy, please!

CG: Of course, sweetie. You can wear your diapers, Daddy understands.

[rosesradio]

smut masterpost ❤️‍🔥

hi !! so in the endless pursuit of my blog navigation, i decided to have a separate masterpost for my smut fics. most of these are from summer of smut, though this post will be continually updated with new fics year round 💌

Key 🔑

🌧️= dark fic

☀️= fluff

⭐️= personal favorite

valdangelo 🔥💀

he’s only here for one thing, but (so am i) ☀️📸📚

"Alright, now that I'm back, let's adjust to the full body, okay?" darkprince asked, and Leo could see the frame shake. "Because it turns out I was teasing you guys, but just for my top. It was made by a viewer, and..."

The rest of his words became drowned out in Leo's mind as he realized, to his absolute horror, that he'd been absentmindedly starting to rub one out to his roommate.

Nico di Angelo was a fucking emo femboy streamer.

what the fuck is an aqueduct? ☀️⚙️🔥

Leo crossed his arms, hiding how he clenched both his fists. "I don't like...I don't think..." he sighed. He didn't do well with jealousy, especially not after holing himself in the Bunker all week. "You can wear whatever you want, obviously, but..." he swallowed, fixing Nico with a hard look. "I want him—I want everyone—to know that I'm the only one who can touch you..."

Nico's gaze turned soft, though the spark of desire in his eyes was undeniable. He stepped closer, turning Leo around so that he was facing his project. He wrapped his arms around Leo's waist, his fingers curiously untucking his shirt from his pants.

"How is anyone supposed to know—how am I supposed to know...if it's been over a week since you've touched me, Leo?" Nico mused, pressing gentle and wanton kisses down Leo's neck.

valgrace 🔥⚡️

aphrodite’s aphrodisiac ⭐️☀️🏺🪄

"Two demigods brave and true, Demonstrate passion of great virtue. Open the lid to discover your desire, And reach completion with a heat like fire."

Leo's voice trembled on the last line. He normally hated anything that brought up fire. It was always something along the lines of: “you will use your fire powers to cause massive, life-ruining explosions” and never “your fire powers will be used to make the world's most delicious s'mores!” Still, it only took a moment for Leo to realize that it wasn't talking about his abilities in particular. What this challenge entailed was—

"Oh," said Jason, eerily calm as if discussing the weather. "She wants us to have an orgasm, right?"

a moment alone ☀️💌🙏

Jason wasn’t used to having things. His time was never his own, always dedicated to the gods or the people under his praetorship. He’d never had a relationship before—Leo was his first everything. Jason knew, according to what they’d planned, they were going to take things to the next level.

or: leo & jason finally get some alone time, but jason gets a little too into it a little too early.

jercy ⚡️🌊

take a gamble ⭐️🌧️⚔️🍃

Percy's heart thumped in his chest. Jason's face was lit in shades of blue from the neon sign standing proudly atop the neighboring building: Take A Gamble, it said. Percy had found a sort of dark humor in it once, imagining the gods up on Olympus, rolling the dice or fucking around with cards to decide the fates of their dolls. For every scratch Percy gave Jason in this fight, his old man lost a drachma. For that slash Jason gave him, Poseidon had to give up a handful of sand dollars.

Take A Gamble.

Percy's mind reeled. Jason licked his lips, making them look glossy in the light.

Take A Gamble.

jasico ⚡️💀

cucciolo ⭐️☀️🐶🌌

"Whoa, cucciolo," Nico whispered, hands cupping Jason's face. "So eager...you need me, don't you? Why don't you tell me what you need?"

Jason had an intense fantasy in that moment. He imagined Nico bending him over the mattress, pushing into him as he whispered filthy things in his ear. Jason would be left with trembling legs, clammy hands grasping the sheets as the mattress springs rocked with their movement.

But no, that couldn't be possible. That should not have been what he wanted. Perhaps if he switched things—if he bent Nico over the bed...

Jason whimpered once more, half out of need, half out of frustration at how his mind and body conflicted.

pipabeth 🪶🦉

a lesson in overcoming fear ☀️👀🫦

"Are we," Annabeth started breathlessly. Piper had begun to kiss her neck, which was doing Annabeth's train of thought no favors. "Are we hooking up?"

Piper grinned against her skin, gripping Annabeth's hips as she flipped them over. Above her, Piper looked stunning. The overhead light, dim as it was set to in the evening, cast a ring of light against her hair like a halo. Her smile held all the kindness of her friend, though her eyes held a spark of desire that made Annabeth's entire body flush with heat.

"Yeah," Piper said. "Get with the program, Chase."

lukethan 🗡️🛡️

worship & ecstasy 🌧️⚠️👑

Ethan's breath hitched, and he took a step forward. He was so used to Kronos allowing Luke shifts in his body while Kronos's spirit shifted to a higher plane. Ethan had never seen the two fight too extensively for control.

"It is no matter," Kronos managed. "I have allowed Luke many releases with that dreadful empousa Kelli, though the feeling hollows and surges. I believe that if I allow him one release in the way he would really like, then this ridiculousness will be quashed once and for all. And what he really wants, deep in his echoing, pathetic subconscious..." he narrowed his eyes, cocking his head to the side like a curious dog. "Is you, Nakamura.”

lukercy 🗡️🌊

’till death do us part ☀️🌧️💍🪄

What?" Luke asked blankly, perhaps a little annoyance slipping through.

"Just didn't expect you to be polite, that's all," Percy replied, walking through the doorway with a hand in his pocket.

"Well, I'm not about to carry you in like a bride, but..." Luke trailed off, swallowing. He glanced down at Percy's hand in his pocket and sighed. "Easy with the ballpoint, alright? You still got the curse of Achilles, and if I was gonna try to kill you, I would've done it by now." He paused, voice faltering as color rose to his cheeks. "Besides, if I kill you, I quite literally won't be able to cum again in my life, so..."

Percy frowned, pulling his hand out of his pocket in favor of crossing his arms. "That's probably the only time you find any joy, getting your rocks off—am I right, Castellan?"

the power of neptune ☀️🌧️🍹📚

Percy stumbled back to the dorm building unsteadily, one foot shuffling in front of the other like a deer on ice. He was wearing only boxers and a bedsheet, tied around his body like a toga; it was soft, though it also felt weird and out of place. His tongue tasted like a blue raspberry, with the undeniable sting of something more. His breathing was slightly labored, his face flushed as he finally reached the short set stairs to his building.

Oh no. His dreaded foe: stairs.

"Percy?" a familiar voice asked. Percy looked up, his vision lagging considerably as he took in the blonde young man sitting at the top of the stairs.

"Hm?" Percy hummed, kicking the first marble step as he attempted to begin the surely perilous journey. "Oh, don't mind me, 'm just...man, have you ever noticed that these stairs just go on and on...it's like that place in China...that place in China..."

The blonde man stared at him with a raised brow. He looked around nervously before meeting Percy's eyes again. "Gods, Percy, are you drunk?" He hissed. "And you were about to just walk in to the front desk like that? Are you serious?"

[Fics will be added shortly after they are posted. I hope you enjoy these !! 💌]

[subwaytostardew]

▽ Adoptable Joltik  - Sidetracked Events⚡️

I added a 7-event (more like 3, really) storyline included as an update to the Adoptable Joltik mod. It consists of Emmet not taking loss well. He misses his Joltik. He doesn't want to bother you about it. He will get back on track eventually.

These play when you enter the backwoods/mountain pass between 6:00 and 10:00 AM after seeing the adoption event and have at least 8 hearts with Joltik. Enter the mountains at the same time for the 5th event (with Ingo). Each event unlocks a new line of daily dialogue from Joltik and starts a cooldown for the next event to not start until after 4 days. The final (7th) event requires 9 hearts with Joltik.

As always... Commentary under the read-more.

▷ Station Steward Thylak

This update didn't really have any planning. It was a spontaneous decision to make more events and all the content was written as I coded so it's a bit rougher than previous events.

I've been wanting to update the Joltik mod to use Emmet's new recolored spritesheet and lock adoptability behind 8 hearts as intended (and also... fix the event requirements since I realized it was set to 10 hearts instead of 8... oops). The file was also zipped in a way that removed the containing folder so it made using mod loaders like Stardrop and Vortex more finicky.

If you've already seen the adoption event, there wouldn't be much incentive for downloading an update since Emmet doesn't appear outside of events. I'm not ready to release him as a full NPC to the general public just yet! His heart events are still broken. I dread going back and fixing them. I got a bit burnt out from working through my backlog of things to do for the mod and wanted to switch tracks from pixel art (so many portraits...). Eventing is my favorite thing to do regarding the mod, so I decided to make more events to include in the update as a break of sorts (not working on the mod? Taking an actual break? Why, I'd never!). More events are the perfect solution for me wanting to show off the new art for Subway to Stardew while also not implementing submas as full NPCs in the Joltik mod.

I could make Emmet's 9-heart event but... I feel like that's more of a Subway to Stardew thing than an Adoptable Joltik thing... if that makes any sense. I might include it later when I get around to writing/coding it, but I thought it would be a bit abrupt to add in the Joltik mod since you don't really get to befriend Emmet as intended there. There's also some people who aren't obsessed with submas and do download the Joltik mod for well, Joltik! Only Joltik. I went into eventing with that in mind and well...

I missed Emmet. I wanted him to be clingy again. I think you can tell where I got a bit self-indulgent. Making a mod is a lot of work and if I have the ability to turn Stardew into an Emmet friendship simulator, I'm going to make the most out of it. I need my emotional support Emmet to keep me on track. So for people familiar with Subway to Stardew and do like submas, you can get Emmet hugs at 9 hearts with Joltik now because I got derailed. Yippee!

The sneaking around in the mountain pass part was just silly. Since you can't visit Emmet in the Adoptable Joltik mod, I wanted to write around you not being able to find him. He's actively avoiding you now. Whether or not you notice him doesn't matter. He's not going to talk to you. It's safer that way.

I was thinking that Emmet doesn't take loss or changes in his routine very well; adopting Joltik would cause him to split tracks with you for a little bit. He's clingy and can't stand the few he cares about being gone even a little bit. He overthinks Joltik being happier with you so his inferiority complex flares up and he gets insecure about you forgetting him, too. He's jealous of you being a two-car train and he misses having Joltik aboard. He knows it's wrong to direct his frustrations at you since all you did was make Joltik happy.

There is a lot derailing his train of thought. While it's hard for him to stay on track, he still cares about you; you're still his best friend and favorite passenger (at the end of the line...). He doesn't want to split tracks forever, so he'll steer himself away in case if he accidentally lashes out or you end up thinking he's annoying with his visits for Joltik. He doesn't want you to hate him. He just wants to make sure Joltik still cares about him and still care for them while he takes the time to adjust to the changes in his routine. He's still frustrated with you, but that's his problem, not yours. He knows that. He thought it was a good idea to avoid you until he adjusted.

After all of that, his frustrations die down and he's a little deprived of his favorite (not-Joltik) passenger. He's clingy again. He won't let anyone derail him. Not even you. But he's back on track!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Hello I’ll take some of everything 😊

⚡️⚡️⚡️🚨🚨🚨🔼🔼🔼🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️➰➰➰☠️☠️☠️🦷🦷🦷

HEYYYYY!!!

Okay I'm going to do this slightly out of order for writing purposes and start with...

9 for ➰

tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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“Buck?” Eddie asks, sitting up beside him. 

He rests a hand on Buck’s shoulder. His grip is just a tiny bit too tight. 

They were fighting. They were just arguing. Because… Because Eddie was lying to him. Because Eddie knows they’re trapped here! In this day!

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Okay back to normal order.

9 for ⚡️:

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Maybe it’s the idea of someone wanting to share that little pocket seemingly outside of space and time with just him, for days. That sort of feels like the height of romance, in his opinion. The greatest sort of affirmation. 

Likewise, this is probably one of the only trips they’ll take for a very long time without at least one kid with them. Buck doesn’t want to do big fun family vacations without Chris and their future child. That also pretty much sounds like the best thing ever. He may or may not be already planning several. Just to have on the back burner! So this is kind of the one trip that is his and Eddie’s.

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9 for 🚨:

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He hadn’t really thought of himself as a family sort of guy. More, the sort of guy who’d failed at fitting into his own family. But now? He wants all of this. As much of it as he can get. Because doing it with Buck has been a dream. 

Maybe one they can both share? 

iii.

Jee-Yun Buckley-Han is born in January. She has a bit of a dramatic entrance, being born the same day her other uncle nearly dies. 

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9 for 🔼:

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See? There he goes again. Absolutely ridiculously unfair. 

“Besides,” Eddie says. “At the end of the day it doesn’t matter how much like you she is. Because I’m recruiting her to my side.”

Shannon pulls away from him. “What?” 

Eddie grins smugly. 

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9 for 🧟‍♀️:

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He says swing by like they’re just dropping in for a quick visit. Not seeing if there are any clues or signs of life. But how else should he phrase it? He can hardly say it out loud. 

“Sounds good,” Buck replies. “Whatever you need to do.”

“Thanks,” Eddie replies. “I appreciate it.”

He does, really. 

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9 for ☠️:

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As far as she’s aware, Eddie isn’t openly anything but heterosexual to anyone but… Well, Buck and now, accidentally, her. But if they planned a murder together, Athena has a feeling he trusted Hen with this, too.

“Uh, yes,” Hen answers. “I did know. It’s very new, if you’re wondering why they haven’t told Bobby.”

“Right, well it would have to be,” Athena plays along. “Right? Buck just broke up with Tommy.”

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9 for 🦷:

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“My mouth hurts,” he says. 

“Your mouth?” Eddie asks.

“I know, I know,” Chris whines a little. “It’s probably not a big deal and stress is carried in the jaw.”

“What?” Eddie asks, alarmed. “If you’re in pain, of course it’s a big deal. Where does it hurt?”

[mybrainismelted]

Tag Game! Thanks @lupeloto for starting us off with a fun little tag game today!

📺favorite tv show? Shameless ATM for sure

🕴️ favorite character? ok, so the obvious choice here is Mickey, because... well. Who doesn't love staring at that man and his sinful mouth, right? But Sheila is an absolute gem.

💋favorite relationship in the show? Since there were only two that had any kind of staying power, and one of them is why I'm here, I suppose Gallavich is the answer!

👯‍♂️fav sibling relationship in the show? Ian and any of his younger siblings, tbh. He was just such a great big brother.

🎨favorite art form? music

⚡️a talent you wish you had? music. lol. of any kind.

☀️what is one thing that can always make your day better? cheesecake

🎬favorite fictional character of all time? Eeyore. Now hear me out. Eeyore had some problems. He was depressed as hell, had terrible self-esteem, and yet he still managed to both make friends and be there for them when they needed him.

🌅dream place to travel to? Iceland

🎈you’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? That really doesn't sound like me, unless it's a virtual party where the theme is "please don't come into my space"

🍕favorite pizza topping of all time? bacon

🥂you can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with…who? Drew Barrymore, I think. Just seems like she would be so much fun to hang out with

🎥favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? Jurassic Park

👖how would you describe your style? all black because it matches. Whatever is comfy... can't be bothered most of the time to look good for others when I can be cozy instead

🖤finally, something making you smile this week? not having to work for 11 days!

tagging @krysmiss, @jrooc, @juliakayyy, @creepkinginc, @crossmydna, @transmickey, @deedala, @michellemisfit, @darlingian, @heymrspatel, @depressedstressedlemonzest, @too-schoolforcool, @mickeysgaymom, @mmmichyyy, @crestfallercanyon, @dynamic-power, @softmick, @rayrayor, @abetterdaaye, @lingy910y and @jessieoneday

[grimmbitty]

Okay guys here’s my writing sample for my current work in progress!

└── ⋆⋅⚡️⋅⋆ ──┘

Shazam: City of Brotherly Love

Chapter one: Work in Progress

(Revision: fight scene fix & grammar fix )

It was an early autumn day. The kind of day where the wind was cool and brisk, but the sun covered everything with a subtle warmth that I could feel against my skin. I was intermixed in the small crowd that was my new foster siblings as we walked down the block, on our way to school. It was my first day at Fawcett High, my second day at the Vasquez house, and my third time getting reassigned to a new home this year.

I’ve done a lot of moving around, especially these past few years, but I don’t let that stuff get to me. I am so close to actually finding my mom this time around. I’m just really hoping the kids in this group home actually leave my stuff alone. I always keep the most important things in my backpack anyways, because I get tired of people rummaging through my belongings when I'm not looking.

As Freddy and Mary talked amongst themselves, the youngest kid in the group home was most excited to give me a tour. Her name was Darla, and it was the easiest to remember because she wrote it on a banner she hung on the wall, over the bed I was sleeping in this past weekend.

She talked the entire time. And I felt kinda bad that she was wasting her breath, because I was only half listening anyways, tuning in and out of her descriptions as we made our way into the school. It was a very familiar scene. A sea of a thousand faces passing by. People talking, people screaming, people jumping, hugging, and twirling each other around as if they didn’t just see each other yesterday.

Darla’s voice pulled me back out of my train of thought. “And here’s the main hallway. This school is pretty big so if you get lost, there's a map over there. But I think for today I could walk you to your first class just in case.”

Freddy cut into the conversation , “Hey, I think he’s got it from here, D. I know you’re excited for him to have his first day at Fawcett, but let’s just give him a little room to breathe for now.”

As we made our way over to their lockers, Darla went with Mary and stopped at her locker first. I continued walking down the hall following Freddy’s lead as we made our way to his locker. He looked over at me with a hint of concern in his eye. I felt his gaze look me up and down quickly before taking a step closer. “Hey dude, you’re okay, right? I know this is a lot for one morning.”

I rubbed the bridge of my nose while I took a second to think. Doing the whole “new foster kid” thing at almost every school in West Philly didn’t really phase me, but I was pissed that I got reassigned to a group home on the other side of town. I knew getting caught was going to be a major setback and I still had a lot of work to do if I was gonna keep trying to find mom. Not to mention I already spent what little money I had on bus passes and subway tokens.

I look back at Freddy, “Yeah, I’m fine.” I let myself fall back onto the lockers to lean on them as we continue talking.

“Don’t worry. I know new faces, new school, new home. It’s a lot. I get it, but I genuinely think once you kinda get the feel for things around here you’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

“Everyone says that, Freddy.” I look off to the side, avoiding eye contact as he shoots me an abrupt look of confusion, tilting his head to one side as he furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Look. I don’t mean to be a dick but, I don’t plan on staying here for long. I'm sure you guys are lovely, but I already have a family. I already have a mom. They’re out there, looking for me. I know it.”

Freddy let out a small sigh. “Billy, look. I know this shit sucks, hard. Everyone in this house has done their fair share of running away too. We’ve all tried it at least once. But, you should at least give this place a chance.”

I lightly scoffed at the idea. “Yeah, well whatever, I guess.”

“Listen I know I can’t stop you if you’ve already got your mind set on looking for your mom. But, just between us, I would just try to settle down somewhere until you age out of the system so you can at least keep a roof over your head.” I could see his expression grow more concerned as he spoke. “I just don’t want you to run out of places you can fall back on.”

As I opened my mouth to reply, I was interrupted by the loud crash that was two upperclassmen barging down the hall. To my unfortunate surprise they slam open the locker door next to Freddy, nearly crushing his hand in the process. Freddy scoffed, annoyed as we saw them jam wads of crumpled papers into their lockers.

“Hey Freeman, you wanna keep your crutches to yourself bro?” One of the guys said as he pushed Freddy’s crutch with his shoe.

“Seriously man, how many peoples toes do you smash with that thing in a day?”

Freddy took a step back. “Dude, I was here first, and I was almost done anyways. What’s your problem?”

Both of the upperclassmen started to smirk at each other in amusement. “It was just a joke man, you don’t have to be so soft all the time.” Then he pushed Freddy backwards into me and I felt the weight of his body hit me like a bag of sand. I helped him regain his balance so he didn’t get the chance to fully hit the ground. But these douchebags were seriously just okay with doing this?

“Freddy, who the hell are these guys?” I whisper to him as I hear Mary shout in the distance. Slamming her locker and starting to yell at them as she stomps over.

Freddy says, “They’re the Bryers. Most annoying dudes in school.” He rolls his eyes. “They’re both technically in my grade but one of them is a super senior, so he should’ve already graduated by now.”

“Yeah, that guy who shoved you looks like he’s pushing thirty. He should probably worry more about figuring out his plans for retirement instead of being a dick.”

Freddy covers his mouth with his free hand as we both start to giggle to ourselves. Then as we regain our chill we start to tune back into Mary’s scolding. “And another thing, literally half the things you guys say aren’t even “jokes”. They’re just shallow insults you guys laugh after saying because you guys are assholes.”

Freddy seemed a little taken aback by Mary calling someone an asshole, especially since Darla was standing only a few feet away.

“You guys need to grow up. You’re not funny, no one here likes you, and you guys need to learn to keep your hands to yourself and leave people alone!”

I started to wince a bit at the scenario playing before me. I could tell that Mary was pissed, and that she meant every word she said. She was standing up for her brother, and I respect that. But, after every word the Bryers just smiled and giggled to each other more and more. They didn’t care about anything she was saying, they were just getting entertainment out of the fact that she was so mad her face was turning red.

They continued to take turns taunting. One of them jumped back into the conversation, “What are you gonna do about it Bromfield? Give me a lecture? Send me to my room? Mary please, you’re such a baby. Just because you like to boss people around all day and play pretend mom for your fake siblings doesn’t actually make you the boss of anyone. It just makes you look like a massive dork.”

Mary recoiled in disbelief. Any red in her cheeks that she lost catching her breath in the passing moments came back twofold.

I spoke up from behind Mary as she whipped her head around, almost seemingly like she forgot that Freddy and I were witnessing these boneheads too. “You guys are being total assholes for no reason.”

The brothers pushed Mary out of the way and walked over to me and Freddy. Their faces etched with both disgust and confusion. “ I don’t know who this guy is, but let’s get one thing straight. We weren’t being assholes, you guys are just babies. Do none of you guys know what a joke is or are you guys just soft or something?”

“At least I’m not soft in the head, like you two are.”

Freddy shot me an alarmed side eye as the brothers talked amongst each other. Under their breath I could hear one of them say. “Did you just call us stupid?” He said as he shoved me with annoyance.

“Get your gross-ass hands off of me!” I fired back as I shoved the younger brother into his older brother as a taste of his own medicine.

Then they both started to walk closer to me, their figures blocking out the lights in the hall as the smell of body odor and old milk started to creep into my nose. I took a step back to try and preserve my personal space.

“We’re not soft in the skull, dipshit. But you might be.” One of the brothers said as he grabbed my head and slammed it into the wall of lockers behind me.

A sharp jolt of pain shot through every inch of my skull as I grabbed the back of my head in sudden agony. I accidentally let out a small yelp as the feeling erupted through all my nerves. Overwhelming me before I could even process what just happened.

The loud crash of the lockers made everyone in the hall start to look in our direction.Their faces slightly blurred as a sudden wave of dizziness tuned out the shouts of the growing crowd. It was time to go. I ducked under one of the brothers arms and tried to make a break for the exit, only making it two steps before I was yanked backwards by the hood of my jacket.

I tried to squirm around to break free, trying to focus more on escaping than landing any hits, but I was hardly able to keep my feet on the ground. The younger brother put his arms underneath both of my armpits, locking me into place and forcing both of my arms out to the side. Leaving me in an extremely unfavorable position to win this fight.

The older of the two brothers started to roll up his sleeve as he stomped closer to me, winding up his fist to punch me as hard as he could. The faint sounds of Freddy and Mary shouting at them to stop faded into the distance as I saw his fist come hurtling towards me.

I had only seconds before I was either about to lose either some of my teeth or some of my breakfast. So I had to think fast. As the younger of the two brothers was still struggling to hold me still I reflexively ducked just in time to hear the *click* of his brother’s knuckles colliding full force into his jaw.

The feeling of the icy cold floor was an immediate taste of relief that I never thought I’d feel as I got up and started to make a run for it. The bell for first period rang throughout the halls as I saw a flock of adults running over to the Bryers. I escaped and made my way out the front two doors. As I sprinted out to the sidewalk I heard the Bryers burst out of the school’s front doors right behind me, cussing me out as they began to chase after me.

Not the best first day I’ve ever had, but definitely one of the most entertaining ones.

End.

[zhongrin]

I DIDN'T WANNA MAKE A LONG REBLOG CHAIN BUT I GET WHAT YOU MEAN ABT VOICE IN CHARACTER POTRAYAL. You are talking with the self-proclaimed #1 Xiao wife right now. His EN voice is just (collapses) in a not so yay way, and plus a lot of people mischaracterizing Xiao because the VA portrays him as an emo little dude (no hate to her, I just,,, sometimes it gets too silly and it's not in my taste HAUGH)

However, his CN voice? Bye. I'm passing away.

So I get what you mean when you say JP!Zhongli is an improvement compared to EN!Zhongli. I'm guilty of always picturing HAWKMOTH FROM MIRACULOUS LADYBUG as him because of the EN voice, and it's rly not the VA's fault 😭😭😭 I've never listened to Fontaine characters in other languages yet, but I'm in love with EN cast for Fontainians! So yada yada, all in all, voices for the characters impact a lot (ex: Mika and Freminet. Similar-ish personalities, but different voices led to different reactions from fandoms.)

ANYWHO .. y'know ... There's no need to rush ... I'm sure the Duke of Meropide would chip in a good word for the Iudex, and as for the scribe, perhaps a few subtle praises ... Surely the dragons can come to the middle ground for you and you alone !!! They should know better than anyone that one of them would break no contracts nor promises, and the other would decide the cruelest punishment as he sees fit. (See Neuvilette's sad story about punishing his old friend despite him being morally right in his crime.) Power duo, I'd say, if the two were to actually join hands in protecting you (if they could get along in the first place.)

REAL. REAL. REAL. SEE YOU GET IT YOU GET IT AUAHSUDAHSDHA i love matsuoka(jp)'s portrayals for xiao a LOT. like i admire the girl voicing him because holy shit that's an amazing voice range but the direction is so 😭 his cn is so good too... that va also voices chongyun too didn't he?

wait OH no, i think for zhongli's case i love both of en and jp version equally hahahah (and cn too actually). there's just a sense of... serene calmness in his voices? and yet there's a really subtle, quiet dominance beneath it that's just. lurking there. hhhhhhhhhh i can't explain it useuahuadeuhafljs

neuvillette tho... definitely en >>>>>>> jp. and i'm saying this as a fan of kamiya hiroshi sldkfjlsd it just fits the character better imo

it's the same thing with al haitham, dear LORD his jp voice..... in that azar cutscene.... hnggggh...... don't get me wrong, nazeeh portrays him well, but his jp hits a lot more differently.

tldr always interesting to see the change of voiceover language affecting characters. sometimes it's in a bad way but sometimes it just hits so good.

and now that i'm planning to get neuvillette on his rerun i guess i'm gonna have to switch back and forth more frequently between en and jp-

......... your description is making me see this picture where they're walking with me on each sides and whenever i'm looking it's all 🧡🙂✨💙 but whenever i look away it becomes 🐉⚡️👹🌊 wait no no no non o YOU CANT ENABLE ME LIKE THIS ES OFLWEHUFHUGFHOJDLAS

[shzmluvrs]

The Disconnect

Prompt: My random headcanon that pretty much just focuses on that odd... difference in vibe between Billy as himself vs when he's in his superhero form.

Timeline: Both movies

TW/Content: None, just me talking just to talk fr

Reader: None

Requested By: My damn self😼🫶🏽

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So like, duh, Moon and I have like... constant headcannons for like, every single person ever in the Shazam movies. And I did plan to write/list 'em out and post at some point. But this one is my biggest one, so I think it deserves its own post🤷🏽‍♀️.

Anyone who's seen just either one of the movies is pretty aware of that... weird little (but noticeable) disconnect between Asher Angel's Billy Batson and Zachary Levi's Shazam. Asher is a damn good Billy, while Zachary... he's good at being Shazam and acting like a kid who doesn't know what he's doing (which is the overall plot, ofc), but I just can't/don't believe him to be Asher's Billy, if that makes sense (??).

So, while yes, this is a little jarring for viewers, if you're anything like me, you know it's kind of not the end of the world and can be bypassed/looked over. Fixed, even, if had been given the proper attention to do such. And what better way to do that than through some good ol' writer brain🤷🏽‍♀️?

My in-media headcanon for why Billy acts so differently in his super-powered adult form is because he simply just becomes heaps more confident. He knows he's invincible to most things, he's got all these different and god-like powers and abilities, etcetc... So natrually, with those things comes an overwhelming and amazing sense of security, right? Therefore, leading to a surging amount of both confidence/ego and recklessness that you might not see come from some vulnerable, hard-knock-life-stricken, defensive kid.

It also gives him more freedom to come out of his shell (almost forces him to, really), hence why it becomes so much easier for him to talk to/interact with others while he's in his adult form. He almost wants to, because of that classic teenage boy need to show off (for the ladiesss😼🫶🏽⚡️). He gains the chance to actually be a kid, frfr, because he had to grow up and learn to care for himself so soon. Because, hell, it's not like he knew if his powers were a privilege he was gonna get to keep🤷🏽‍♀️. Gotta make the most of it.

Not to mention, poor boy has probably felt all alone and helpless all his life. Constantly having to do things on his own, constantly worried about how he's gonna get by and/or where he's gonna end up next. These abilities are like a free "out", if ykwim. He can essentially do whatever he wants, go wherever he wants now that he can just fly off somewhere...

I'd be eager to run around and do the most over the top shit, too, if it had been me. As Freddy once said, "I'd kill to have what you have...".

Plus, I mean, he is a teenager. A teenage boy, at that. I'm pretty sure no matter how hard and tall you've set up your shell, at the end of the day, if you randomly got superpowers n shit, you'd act a little bit out of normal character, too. Especially if your "normal character" are/is a bunch of walls n shit you've built up to protect yourself from the things that, you now no longer have to, because again... SUPERPOWERS!!

So, to try and wrap this all up, I, personally, am one to believe there's nothing a fanfic or a headcanon can't fix, hence... this lmao. And that's pretty much my way to try and fix/make sense of that disconnect between acting styles so I can properly hyperfixate in peace lmfao. And hopefully, now that you've seen this, you can, too :).

Okay, the end, that's it, goodbye🫶🏽😼.

Headcannons on all characters to come relatively soon, y'all, I promise🫡💕.

~ Star✨️

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[stormblessed95]

Hello Stormy ⚡️💜🌪️💜⚡️

Hella long time has passed since I dropped a line here (my diligent stamp-collecting days are behind us). I truly hope your days bring at least a handful of things per day that makes you smile and heart warm.

It’s been difficult for me with yet more newly added to my pile of physical and mental health challenges, but I somehow managed to go see Jeongguk at GCF in the horrid rain storm in Central Park. The actual show was a bit..sad because of the condition, but I got lucky being there for the sound check—I went to the park the day before to checkout the venue to calm my anxiety.

All the things happening for the Jimin Day has been so nice 🐥 hasn’t it? He essentially shared and updated us on all members. Tae and his tata faced shenanigans at the fan meet event, JM documentary, the vinyl, minimoni bday live, everything! (Let us continue to ignore the toxic yoomin anon 😒)

What brought me here today though is not related to Bangtan. Idk if you remember, but I did a few book recs in the past, and one of them was “What Did You Eat Yesterday?” By Fumi Yushinaga. It’s a Japanese manga slice of life series of a male couple living in Tokyo, and the story revolves around food. I was today years old when a post appeared on my dash (https://www.tumblr.com/scientia-rex/731172111247392769/fetus-cakes-42-wear-a-mask-greylizards) which taught me that there’s a tv drama adaptation of the manga. 🫢 I had to come here and share.

I also read a webtoon recently titled “I Don’t Feel Like Doing Anything (아무것도 하고 싶지 않아)” by Joo Yong hyun, a relatable and brutally honest slice of life fiction with a female protagonist. I haven’t found the chapters beyond 88, and the story sometimes goes off on tangent or takes unrealistic turns, but it’s a good one and wanted to share. I got into this one because of a K-drama called Summer Strike starring Yim Siwan (such a beautiful sweet man) I happened to watch whilst on a recent long flight, only because the description mentioned of a librarian character (my profession).

Anyhow…I’ve missed you and I hope your new job and life balancing is going okay. All the best…💛🫰💜

Thank you for the recommendation!!! Sorry you got lost in my inbox for so long love! Clearly I'm all over the place still. But I've got some time off work now so I'm planning on spending the next few weeks catching up on family time, reading time, BTS and hopefully a little bit of that time can go to answering my inbox here too! Lol hope you are doing well too!!

[mycomicbox]

Random Thoughts on Persona 5 Royal - Part 3

[Progress: October 13th, 5th Palace conquered]

<<< Part 2

I've been thinking a lot about what it'd be like if I were a Phantom Thief. Perhaps I'll draw that sometime.

God damn, this game is long. I consider myself someone with pretty good JRPG stamina, but I'm about 103 hours into this game and I'm nowhere near the finish line. For reference, my Persona 4 Golden playthrough maxed out at 100 hours.

It took me far too long to notice that the letters on Caroline and Justine's hats spell out "oxymoron".

The Doraemon reference in the movie theater got a chuckle out of me.

I like the little quips from your party members while exploring Mementos. One of my favorites is Morgana complaining about the tiny school desks in the suggestion box.

Ryuji and Yusuke's Showtime attack is the funniest shit I've ever seen.

The fact that Futaba's All-Out Attack splash screen says "Git Gud" is pretty indicative of when this game initially released. If the game came out now, it'd probably say "Skill Issue" or something.

Haru's Phantom Thief costume is probably my favorite. Hats with feathers in them are guaranteed to look cool.

Add Futaba to the list of characters who desperately need a hug. I like the idea of someone willingly asking for their heart to be stolen. After all, the Phantom Thieves don't just beat the shit out of scumbags: they help those who can't help themselves.

I also like how Futaba's awakening is somewhat of a callback to Persona 4, as she awakens to her Persona by facing her Shadow directly (no face-bleeding required).

How is she so goddamn short (then again, I guess being a shut-in could've stunted her physical growth)

You can tell that I have some stuff to say about Futaba. Yusuke has some competition for favorite Phantom Thief.

Another Persona game, another awkward beach scene... (except for Yusuke's lobster gag, that amused me).

TANAKA IS BACK, LET'S GOOOOOO

Why did Ryuji think that Los Angeles was the United States capital? Is he stupid?

HOLY SHIT, MAGICAL GIRL

Shadow Okumura needs to speak up, man. It's like they lowered his volume compared to the other characters (which kind of makes sense with the space helmet he's got on, but still).

Unfortunately, I have been spoiled as to the Black Mask's true identity. I don't care how old this game is, tag your damn spoilers!

When I was in middle school, I went to a water park on a school field trip, and the county schools rented it out for the students. I thought that alone was magical. Imagine getting a whole Disney park rented out just for you and your homies.

With the death of President Okumura, and the tanking of public approval, the Phantom Thieves' resolve is starting to waver...

The sixth calling card is addressed to Sae Niijima. I can't wait to see how this story will unfold.

⚡️Confidant Lightning Round

Beep boop.

My man Sojiro going through it...

With the way that Futaba peppers her speech with video game references, I see a bit of my 15-year-old self in her. I've noticed references to Pokémon, D&D, and RPG terms in general (EXP, trash mobs, etc.).

Imagine meeting a cute nerdy girl and the first thing she does is ask if you're a NPC 💀 poor Mishima, I would've never recovered from that

I like Iwai's little quips about gun terminology.

Takemi please step on me

You're telling me that the Get Smoked hat was from this game!?

I would do anything for a politician like Yoshida.

As I have discovered, there are some unused voice lines implying that Sae was planned to be a romance option at some point. That would've been one hell of an enemies-to-lovers (even if it wouldn't make sense narratively).

Well, I've gotten the Faith and Councillor Confidants to their proper ranks before their deadlines. I guess I'll wait and see what happens next.

[crestfallercanyon]

A Tag Game! Thank you so much @mybrainismelted for tagging me! <3

📺favorite tv show? This answer is likely to change, and while I do love Shameless (and feel like that's the anticipated response lol) it is not actually my favorite tv show. It's up there (especially seasons 1-4), but I think the dedication of fav tv show as of now has to go to The Queen's Gambit. Nothing inspired me the way that show did, I obsessed over it for over a year, I have approximately 4 billion pins on Pinterest of it, and the track for the Mexico City Invitational 1966 got me through one of the hardest exams of my life. I am going to answer the rest of the questions with Shameless though because TQG doesn't really have a lot of what these questions are asking.

🕴️ favorite character? (I am so excited that @mybrainismelted mentioned Sheila, because I LOVE her in Shameless, she was one of my favorite characters, too). My other favorite is Ian. He is a sweet boy who is always trying so hard, and my heart kind of breaks for him all the time (In TQG, my fav character is Beth Harmon, gotta love her).

💋favorite relationship in the show? Ian and Mickey.

👯‍♂️fav sibling relationship in the show? I adore Ian and Fiona. I feel like Ian was the last one who was her "baby brother," and not as much "her kids" (though they all were) and I think the way they saw each other was so sweet. I just -- when Fiona asks how her "sweetface" is doing I wanted to CRY. Fiona with any of her siblings (except maybe Debbie in later seasons) though is always fun to watch.

🎨favorite art form? Probably music.

⚡️a talent you wish you had? Digital art. I've tried, I want to be good at it, but I'm terrible and it feels weird, so I stick to pen and paper for drawing.

☀️what is one thing that can always make your day better? music. particularly hearing someone play the piano.

🎬favorite fictional character of all time? Of all time??? That's so hard. Probably Link from Legend of Zelda. I've followed many iterations of him over the years and he never fails to make me happy and entertain me for several hours.

🌅dream place to travel to? Also Iceland, haha -- I always wanted to see Reykjavík.

🎈you’re planning a huge party, what’s the theme? Unlikely to host a huge party, but if it was like a gala I'd try for a Night Circus Theme? that'd be cool. With my actual money threshold, though, something that makes me laugh. My friend hosted a Golden Girls party and it was a blast. Or honestly, Twilight never ceases to entertain.

🍕favorite pizza topping of all time? pepperoni

🥂you can pick ONE celebrity to have dinner with…who? Phoebe Waller-Bridge. She seems absolutely brilliant.

🎥favorite movie that you kinda know is bad but you still love? There are parts to Secondhand Lions that are not great (the flashbacks in particular, and the ending is corny as hell), but it is one of my favorite movies of all time.

👖how would you describe your style? I dress very farmery midwest, and admittedly a little camp counselorish. Lots of jeans, graphic tees, henley style longsleeves and tanks, flannels/oversized button downs, crew neck sweatshirts and three-quarter-zips; lots of layers.

🖤finally, something making you smile this week? my friends and I are doing practical magic midnight margaritas for new years and I am SO excited.

tagging @mmmichyyy, @michellemisfit, @callivich, @go-catch-a-chickn, and anyone who would like to participate!

[zerolostwalks]

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Hey Ash!! Thanks for the ask!!!

(WIP Weather Ask Game)

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

right now my favorite bit of my WIP is this:

“Ooh, oh, oh." Reggie stops her with a bright smile. "You can ride me.” “What?” Julie’s cheeks immediately catch fire, no doubt mirroring the blush that’s taken over his face.  "No! Not like that. I meant like my shoulders." His attempts at explaining don't do either of their blushes any favors. Neither does the way her brain tries to supply the mental imagery to his verbal blunders despite how she mentally fights it. “I-I mean I could lift you!” Reggie stammers before he excitedly hops around so she's facing his back and crouches down in front of her. “Climb on.”

⚡️Lightning - Have you ever spontaneously added something to your story that you wouldn't have added normally? If so, what made you do it?

I want to say no. But my foggy brain isn't entirely sure. Like there's a few times where I start writing a fic and I go back and reread and it's like oh ok, the characters really had their own opinion on what to do here.

But like I don't know if that falls under "wouldn't have normally added"?

I mean I've written quite a bit that could fall under that realm for others, and there's very little I personally am adamantly averse too and well I just don't touch that period. Like if I feel it fits the characters and story I'm not going to fight it if that' where the narrative naturally goes.

I think the most sporadic thing I've added recently to a story was the last chapter of A Matter of Time, which was not planned but was kind of missing anyway.

[starsmuserainbow]

Some randomly chosen questions for a selection of my muses answered from this meme because I want to! Sorted more or less randomly, though I started with the muses I feel the strongest these days.

For Lightning, I'm gonna answer:

🪄 MAGIC WAND — would you describe yourself as a superstitious person (someone who believes in superstitions)? do you believe in luck? "Yeah right. No, I'm very much not superstitious. And if luck exists, it tends to be against me, so I don't really care to bother thinking if I should believe in it or not."

(and bc that was too short for my liking, another one for her:)

🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why? "It would be really amazing to become one of these well-known, absolutely capable and powerful heroes. It's not like I do what I do for the attention or fame, but it's still a cool thing to imagine that people would recognize and look up to me, and stuff."

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For Mia, I'm gonna answer:

🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then? "Wow. Pretty grave thing to ask, wouldn't you say?" Mia paused for a little bit as she pondered the hypothetical situation. "I think I'd try what I can to still do some good. For unique people, or better yet for whole groups. No idea what that would be though, so if I'd suddenly be hit with this news, I guess I'd just be, like, patrolling the streets and trying to prevent crimes more like the actual heroes do."

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For Moonshot, I'm gonna answer:

🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do? "Anger. Confidence. Pride. They do because they are the most beneficial and important emotions to have as a tamaranean warrior." [[In not his words, it's more because of all of his experiences in the past and how he's more or less defining himself through his pride as a warrior and how he's always going to see Tamaran and Tamaraneans as the absolute best there is.]]

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For Kage, I'm gonna answer:

🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you’ve ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it? "Dark thoughts are all I work with. Did you forget I kill for money? I doubt you can go much darker and colder than that." She was silent for a moment, not really wanting to continue elaborating. There were certain thoughts in her past that were somewhat darker, more gruesome, than others, but she was not willing to explain all of this so she just added a 'why' to be done with it. "It is all that life gave to me that caused this. And I have often acted on it before - as I said, it's what I do for money."

(and bc that was a lame answer, another one:)

⚡️ LIGHTNING BOLT — how has [significant event in muse’s life] impacted you? what has it made you realize about yourself? about others? about the world? "I'm not gonna explain what that event was. Be happy I answer at all." Kage grimaced at having to answer it. "It shattered the whole new life I had thought I was building. Again destroying everything I had. On the ruins, I built the life I have now, and what it made me realize is that I will not listen to or trust my heart ever again. It made clear that no one is ever to be trusted, and that that is how the world works. Everyone will betray anyone else at some point, it's better to just never trust in the first place."

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For Cat, I'm gonna answer:

🎨 ARTIST PALETTE— what are some hobbies that you like to partake in? do you think they’re just to pass time or to distract yourself, or do you believe some of them potentially have therapeutic outcomes for you? "I very much enjoy reading books that tell a story. It helps me blend out my ability when I am able to immerse myself in a fantastic story of being someone else or joining someone on a fictional adventure. I also play the violin, the sound of it is just very soothing and calming to me."

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For Galfore, I'm gonna answer:

🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you’re at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life? Galfore was silent for a little bit. "It is not my role to be supported. I am the one to support the people in my life., and I am satisfied with that." He did have his time of being supported, and it was only right to give back on that now.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

do my worst cal? Well let's see 😘

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️ (I'm downloading this for the Monday ao3 downtime and I wanna see how far I'm going to get 😁)

🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

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🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

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Enjoy your long weekend! Do you have any plans apart from a tiny bit 😅 of writing? It's the beginning of the summer holidays here, so the kids are celebrating with lots of screen time and I with lots of editing 😁

HII!!! Yessss this is the kind of challenge that excites me DAMN.

And thank you! Not a lot of plans here! I spent the day yesterday relaxing by beautiful Lake Huron, so that's mainly it.

Good luck to you and the kiddos as the summer rolls on!

Here we go...

42 (Jesus) for ⚡️ (I hope you enjoy it!!!):

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It could all be very grating, but Eddie finds that he’s smiling and laughing at the cute little things she says more than he’d have thought. Eddie can’t say he enjoys extended time with little kids, generally. And maybe it’s just that the longer he’s with Buck, the more Jee is pretty much a niece to him, and he does love her, in that extended family sort of way. But maybe… Maybe the truth is just that it’s nice having a little kid in the house.

Eddie’s not going to lie and say he’s not a little nostalgic for when Christopher was this age. Not that time in his life - fuck that - but when Chris was tiny and needed him all the time. When Christopher giggled at the silliest jokes instead of being wittier than Eddie. He loves being a parent to a young man, who makes him insanely proud every day. But he also loved being a parent to a sweet, funny little kid. 

And it strikes him… Maybe he just does love being a parent. Maybe it’s not as Chris-exclusive as he thought. 

He’s spoken a bit about it with Frank, based on his conversations with his own father and Buck. In four months of deliberating, he’s never been able to come to a concrete resolution. Figuring out what he wants versus what he thinks he deserves. He knows he keeps holding all the mistakes he’s made against himself, like demerit points in the decision to see if his parenting license should be renewed. But now he’s sitting at the coffee table in the living room with Buck, Chris, and Jee, and Chris is patiently trying to explain that they have other, more fun games they could play with her, and Eddie is wondering if maybe Buck was right. Maybe he’s been looking at this all wrong. 

If Eddie was the same person right now as he’d been when Christopher was born, yeah, he probably shouldn’t be considering having another kid with anyone, regardless of how much better of a fit they are for him. But he’s not. He’s changed. And look at his life now. Look at what his life could be, if he keeps trending in this direction. 

They set Jee up on the air mattress in the living room to sleep. When Buck is done helping her get ready for bed and making sure her teeth are brushed, Jee comes running down the hallway towards Eddie - clad in a shooting-star print purple onesie - and gives Eddie a gentle little hug. 

“Goodnight, Uncle Eddie,” she says in a sing-song voice. 

Eddie’s heart melts. She’s never called him that before. Which means someone - Maddie or Chim or both - has been using it organically around her. Again, Eddie feels struck by how different and right the picture of family in his life has been feeling lately. 

“Goodnight, sweetie,” he says, returning her hug. “I hope you have good dreams.”

“You too!” She exclaims brightly, then lets go of him to return to Buck. 

Eddie makes his way towards their bedroom, and listens to Buck tucking Jee in in the other room. He’s reading her a story that Maddie packed in her overnight back. Eddie lays on the bed and tries to think about the future. He thinks about how nice it might be to have someone to read bedtime stories too, again. Especially now that he has someone else there to read with him. 

So Maddie obviously launched some sort of biological warfare on Eddie through the use of poor, innocent Jee-Yun. The kid can’t help being charming and adorable. The worst part is, it worked. Eddie thinks he kind of wants one. 

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15 for 🌊:

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“Okay, Buck.” Eddie smiles. “Good. It suits you better.”

Buck smiles sort of crookedly. “Maybe it does.”

Eddie takes another healthy sip of his coffee. He hopes Buck realizes they are extending far beyond plausible deniability of that straight label he’d mentioned when Eddie came to the bar. 

“So, uh, I think we were just talking about how you couldn’t stop thinking about me for an entire year?” Buck prompts. 

Yep. Heterosexual line marker trampled over several talking points ago.  

“You left an impression,” Eddie admits. He’s not too proud to say it.

All flirtatious energy wipes from Buck’s features, replaced by a startling display of sincerity.

“Will you please tell me what happened?”

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21 for ❤️‍🩹:

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Chris swallows. There’s a lump in his throat that feels like gravel. 

“I said something really mean to him.” Christopher admits. 

“I heard,” Buck says.

“He told you?” Christopher whines, pulling away from Buck. 

Which can only mean one thing, right? If Dad told Buck that Chris forbade him from falling in love with him, then they both must know that the other feels that way. Maybe they were already in love with each other, and all Chris did was hold the inevitable hostage. 

“Yeah, well, we had a long wait at the hospital and he was pretty upset. Cut him some slack on this one, kid.”

Christopher sighs. “Are you mad at me?”

Buck shakes his head. “I think I was a little disappointed when he told me. But, now that you’ve told me how you’re feeling, I’m pretty sure I get it.”

“I think I was wrong,” Christopher sighs. 

“You need to talk to him, Chris.” Buck says again. “Your dad just wants you to be happy.”

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18 for 🌿:

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“Jee looks out for you, too, because she’s a great big cousin.”

“Mhm,” Nico nods.

“So, see? Everything is okay. Dad just needs a bit of time to think about what happened, okay?”

“Okay,” Nico agrees. 

Eddie smiles at his youngest son. “What do you say we go out there with Dad and eat some dinner?”

Nico looks back at his LEGO blocks and weighs his options. It’s a sad state of affairs that both Eddie and Buck combined may not measure up to some manufactured plastic blocks, but Eddie does love how focused Nico gets when something inspires his creativity. 

“Okay, Dad.” Nico says. “Let’s go.”

Eddie presses a final kiss to Nico’s forehead before Nico tears ahead of him out towards the kitchen. And, really, Eddie thinks things are mostly solved. Buck will process. They’ll talk to Nico about Margaret and Phillip together, even though Nico will never have to see them again. Case closed. 

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21 for 🚨:

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Eddie strains down into the well pipe and grabs Hayden’s tiny hand. Eddie imagines if he wasn’t wearing thick gloves, it would feel like grabbing at an ice block. 

“There we go,” Eddie pants. “There we go. Almost there.”

He’s getting ready to pull Hayden towards him when his thirty minute timer goes off. 

Shit. 

“No, no, no,” Eddie panics aloud. 

He feels the sharp tug of the rope against his harness, ripping him from Hayden’s grasp.

“NO!” Eddie shouts, uselessly, as if they could possibly hear him. “NOT NOW!”

He’s pulled up and up, each inch of distance decreasing Hayden’s chances of survival. Eddie can’t let this kid die. 

“Hayden!” He screams. He wonders if this is what is was like for Buck when the tsunami tore him from Christopher, magnified by a million because of their connection and the higher likelihood of Buck’s own death. 

Buck did whatever it took to save Chris. Eddie will do that for this boy. Consequences be damned. 

He pulls out his knife, brings it to the rope yanking him from Hayden, and cuts. 

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12 for 🌌:

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“I’ll put a timer on for five minutes, and we give ourselves that, and then you really have to leave,” Buck explains. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie mumbles.

Yes. Yes, he does know. He wants it. He wants whatever five minutes of sin can get him. 

“Okay, well,” Buck pulls out his phone and begins tapping. “You have five minutes to make a choice.”

“Wait!” Eddie exclaims.

Buck taps the start on the timer and flips the phone screen around to show Eddie the ticking clock. He’s wasting seconds here. 

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15 for 🩸:

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His skin feels hypersensitive to every touch or draft of air. His eyes strain against the light. 

Eddie feels like he’s been unconscious for a hundred years. He feels like he’s resurfaced from being dropped to the bottom of the ocean. 

It takes him a moment to situate himself. He’s in a hospital bed, hooked up to monitors. Once he figures this out, it takes him another few moments to remember why. The memory of Kim pinning him against the wall, his blood spilling from her mouth, elicits a frightened groan in him. How the hell did he survive that? How the hell is he here?

His pathetic fucking mewling causes a stir to the left of his bed. 

“Eddie?” 

Buck’s voice rings out like music, and Eddie is surprised at how nice he finds the sound. Has Buck’s voice always been that nice? He wants to float towards it, like it could ease his otherwise persistent discomfort.  Eddie can’t float towards Buck. All he can do is emit another raspy, pained grunt of confirmation that he is, in fact, awake.