#their situationship is complicated

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

Anyway in my opinion professor villainous and lord boxman are dating since pv's first appearance and pv just doesn't like boxman as much as boxman likes him

[chipsy]

[nicandragon]

This isn't how you'll fix me.

[t8oo]

my wife and my husband for 2024

[beneath-themilkytwilight]

"wow I can't believe the doctor went from being Clara's boyfriend to her father when he regenerated!!" INCORRECT the doctor went from being her boyfriend to her OLDER BOYFRIEND

[demonkinguwu]

Vanessa Doodles before work™️

My interpretation of canon Vanessa + her w Snatcher + Someone wanted to hug he <3

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Alpha is done with Terzomega, but he's not much better. Featuring, well, obviously, sickeningly in love Terzomega and one interesting situationship between the second Emeritus brother & our dealy beloved asshole of a fire ghoul (affectionate).

Terzo and Omega are being painfully obvious and Alpha is so, so done. There is no way in hell they're going to fool anyone if they keep glancing at each other that way, looking away precipitately whenever they make eye contact. They are in a goddamn meeting for Lucifer's sake, something about next tour's budget that the two ghouls are only attending to make it look like the Clergy gives a single damn about creatures like them, and here are those two fools, "we just fucked" pratically written on their foreheads. Alpha leans toward Omega until he can hiss exasperatedly directly in his ear.

"Can you be any more obvious ? Stop staring, and stop touching your neck, Satanas."

It would be funny, to see a big ghoul like Omega dip his head down bashfullly the way he does just now, if it didn't bring such a sickeningly soft look in Terzo's eyes, one that even from the corners of his owns Alpha can see. It's sweet. Alpha can feel cavities forming in his mollar. There's not much else he can do though, so he straightens back in his seat, glaring at Terzo in hope of conveying the warning he's too far away to angrily whisper at him.

Except that Terzo doesn't even has the decency to be embarrassed about it ; no, he smirks and raises a smug eyebrow at his fire ghoul, who has to make a concious effort not to accidentally set his seat aflame.

This meeting better be over in less than five minute or someone will get hurt.

The second it is, and they're out of view, Alpha drags Omega and Terzo toward a relatively private hallway by the back of their neck, spitting mad, tail lashing behind him.

"Are you two out of your goddamn minds ?!"

Unfortunately, fueled by Terzo's evident delight at the situation, Omega has recovered from the initial embarrassement, his eyes now crinkled in a way that means he's smiling under his mask. Alpha is going to throttle him.

"Come now, Alpha, you're blowing things out of proportions," Terzo has the galls of chuckling, mischief brightening his features and isn't it Satan's best joke that being a dick is what makes this little asshole happy, because Alpha is equal part boiling with fury and glad to see that painted mouth losing a bit of its usual frown.

He's still pissed though.

"Blowing- you were making bedroom eyes at eachother from across the table ! Do you have any idea how incriminating it is, not to mention absolutely fucking disgusting ?"

Omega shrugs elegantly, the wide plane of his shoulders raising easily.

"You're the only one that finds happiness disgusting, Al"

There's a chuckle trapped in the quint's voice, which does not help Alpha's temper. He stares at those two idiots, Terzo nonchalently leaning back into Omega's chest, humming in approval as the quint's hands work on tense muscles at the back of his neck. They are effortlessly domestic like this, relaxed and so, so easy to figure out. Alpha chucks his mask off just so he can bury his face in his hands and very nearly scream.

"One, seeing you being all lovey-dovey makes me want to throw up, the less I know about you two, the better, and two, if I can see it, everyone else can. You could get into so much trouble, you know that ?"

Omega's deep chuckle does not help at all. How can they be so careless ? How can they swat the risks like flies, knowing damn well how ruthless consequences can be here ? But then Terzo's face settles into something more serious, as he reaches out to straighten Alpha's grucifix, fix his collar and redo the buttons that popped open with gentle care.

"It's alright, dear. We are aware of our situation, but stopping ourselves from living because of it is out of the question. With acceptance comes a lot of freedom."

If Alpha is stubborn, Terzo is much worse, contrarily to popular belief, there is no way the fire ghoul will make him change his mind. Even less so when Omega joins in, voice calm and steady.

"You have to trust our judgement, or at least respect it, firefly. We made a choice. We'll stick to it, come what may."

Mourning the fact that he doesn't even has Ifrit's sad puppy dog eyes as a last resort to try and please convince them to be more careful, Alpha let out a long-suffering sigh.

"Alright. But I swear to everything that's unholy, if I walk in on you two, or if i hear anything coming from one of your rooms, I'm burning your beds down."

Terzo's smile is back tenfold, radiating the same smug energy as earlier.

"Of course, dear. We'll try our best."

He's wearing that "I know something you don't know" face, Alpha realizes. He narrows his eyes at the Papa.

"What ?"

It's Omega who answers though, no doubt grinning from ear to ear.

"By the way, Secondo's walls aren't as thick as you seem to think, mutt."

The echo of the second Emeritus brother's voice curling around the word in that half condescending, half appreciative tone bounces in Alpha's mind, sending a embarrassed flush to color his cheeks. It's almost immediately overruled by anger, as he bares his teeth in a dangerous snarl.

"Breath a word of this to annyone, and i'll dissect you two alive, understood ?"

Terzo only laughs, going up on his tiptoes to press a kiss on Alpha's forehead, like he always does when he teased him enough and wants to appease the fire ghoul.

"Of course, dear, of course, though I'm sure i'd still look fantastic on the slab."

Omega nods at Alpha, crossing himself backward still with that fucking glint in his eyes, before ducking down to press the sealed mouth of his mask against the crown of Terzo's head.

"You would. I can't think of any situation you wouldn't be beautiful."

Now they're just taking the piss, aren't they. Alpha is frowning so bad his face is starting to ache. Terzo seems aware, if his shit-eating grin is anything to go by.

"You flatter me, my love."

With a fake gagging noise, Alpha shoves them away.

"I assure you you wouldn't look that great in a tomb, so you two better piss off before I start digging."

Of fucking course Terzo and Omega saunter away giggling, pinkies entertwined. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alpha is about to turn back on his heels when his phone pings. He digs it out of his pocket, frowning at the cracked screen. The message is curt, abrupt, so typical of the impatient, technology adverse man it comes from.

My room in fifteen minutes.

Of course, Alpha doesn't have to. If he doesn't show up, Secondo wil just find something else to occupy himself, or maybe jack off on his own if he really is that horny. Despite the tone of the text, Alpha is aware it's more an invitation than an order. But, well. It's not like the fire ghoul has anything more interesting to do...despite the heavy sigh he let out at his own predictability, he slinks off toward Secondo's room with a slight waving of tail. He's careful to use as much secret passages as he can, because Satan forbid he runs into Omega and Terzo again and give them even more amunition.

As he reaches the door to Secondo's room, he feels far too much like a hypocrite, at least until he shakes his head to clear it.

Whatever. At least he has the decency not to make this a public shitshow.

And if Secondo's sharp gaze thrown Alpha's way above the rim of his reading glasses makes the fire ghoul's stomach swoop strangely pleasantly, well. It's a secret he'll take to his grave.

[uncelebratedjuvenescence]

This design came together rather well….

Here’s Mallory my 27 yr old goth girl who talks the dead

[ghostdrinkssoup]

hannigram are not enemies to lovers they’re friends to lovers who keep breaking up, except each breakup is more devastating than the last

[starbuck]

the thing is, it’s always a triangle. it’s never not a triangle. i cannot just write about two characters. where’s the third character? i need them..

[entering--hyperspace]

Gay wars 2

[one-and-a-half-yikes]

Another Day, Another Fanny Chapter...

Well that sure was fucking something huh? I promised I'd at least start talking about IM chapters on here instead of keeping it strictly to the discord server so here I am. Though most of this I already said, I don't mind going over it again, since I feel like I can better organize my thoughts on this.

Also there's no word limit, which is also great.

MY THOUGHTS ON CHAPTER 348: RABBIT REFLECTIONS

So to start, let's rip the bandaid off and just say that everything Fanny said to Vicious in this chapter was bullshit.

At this point in the story with how Fanny has been acting around Cuphead I hope I don't need to specify how Fanny is in love with Cuphead when there's just too much evidence to support it. She kissed him because she wanted to kiss him, not because she was trying to see what kind of lowdown man he was. If Fanny had truly believed that, she would have confronted him about it long ago, but she didn't and we know why. And on some level, I think she knows why, too.

I think it's much easier for a reader to imagine this chapter as a conversation Fanny is having with her conscious. Saying something like this:

Is not her responding to Vicious but to her own thoughts that weigh on her. That kiss has been on her mind for about a week. And her reasoning behind it has changed even moreso. This is her settling on a final conclusion. This is her convincing herself of her own convictions. Of her worldview. That what she did was right, that she didn't ruin something good because it was never good to begin with. So that she doesn't have to confront that ugly realization in the pit of her stomach.

That Cuphead doesn't love her the way she loves him.

That last part specifically. Let's look back at the screenshot yeah?

-"She could almost see Oswald's glare. It was all the same dance. A carousel of pain and betrayal, around and around."

It's a strange thing, isn't it? To bring up Oswald. To equate Oswald to her current situation with Cuphead. Because that is essentially what she's doing, isn't it? It may seem odd, but I do have a reason for why she's thinking that.

Rejection.

Oswald broke up with her and moved on with his life, and Cuphead literally ran from her. Literally the only thing they have in common here, is the fact that they rejected her. But there's another thing too.

"No, she shouldn’t complain. She was lucky she’d found a man with a decent job. Little fights like these weren’t going to end it all for them. Besides, it wasn’t like marriage was about love and all that stardust. She had tried that avenue, and it had ended in heartbreak. Definitely not worth it. Dumb rabbit." (Chapter 74)

The bold is obviously about Oswald. Now compare that to now. Do you see what I mean? She fell in love again, and she got hurt in the process. Nevermind that in both these scenarios the men were also hurt. Especially Cuphead who trusted her and from his perspective, probably assumed she planned on using him for her own needs. Just like Meg. Just like Natasha. And in that way it's very interesting the wording she's using to describe Cuphead, and also Oswald for that matter, rejecting her.

Pain and betrayal. Very edgy, it's giving listening to that one slowed down piano version of Numb that everybody made fandom AMVs to back in the 2000s.

But seriously, why those words? It's a betrayal that Cuphead wasn't interested in the same way she is? Painful sure, that's kind of how rejection works, but betrayal really?

Or.

Is it a betrayal to herself? Thinking of certain aspects of this chapter as Fanny talking to her conscious would definitely lead me to believe that that's partially what it is. She'd already tried the avenue of love twice and it's ended poorly for her, so why did she do it again when she said she wouldn't. Why now, and why with someone like...like him? Like Cuphead? It's absurd in her head. It's something she can't make sense of. Doesn't want to make sense of it either.

So the betrayal could be referring to herself. But, I also think it could be something else, too. But for me to talk about that I have to talk about Oswald and Fanny's relationship because even after a disastrous break up they just can't stay away from each other~

So even though we don't have a lot of context for their relationship, I'm going to go off on a hypothetical that the "betrayal" in regards to Oz is that he offered Fanny (either literally or just like, the idea of the relationship with him gave her that impression) a way out of the dark. From chapter 327 that her home life wasn't great, and she doesn't seem to have any high opinion of her parents at all. Even the mere suggestion of going back home after her break up with Oswald seemed like a worse fate to Fanny than being homeless.

Oswald betrayed her because he was her first love, and also because she was supposed to be living the good life with him. They were supposed to be together forever, but then he broke up with her and next thing Fanny's hearing he's got a successful career and a beautiful wife and kids. She left everything behind for this man only for it to turn out like this. In some ways I can kind of understand what she means. But then she applies this to Cuphead and it's a bit stranger.

Because Cuphead never did anything other than offer her friendship and nothing more. Of course, at the beginning, Cuphead did have a crush on her, but by the end of the Wonderful Winter book he's basically over it. But then I think back to that book specifically, and I think about their interactions throughout and wonder if the betrayal is because Fanny misconstrued everything about their relationship because of how he'd previously acted. Is it the case, that Fanny thought they were both in the same boat, using each other as a form of escapism. She even calls Cuphead out for this at one point and makes an observation about it. Did she think it was the same for him as it was for her? That the feelings were mutual?

And, okay I actually can't blame her for that part. Look, no matter how you slice it, Fanny and Cuphead were just straight up flirting with each other in the early chapters. Not to mention Cuphead asking to take Fanny out to dinner? The Christmas group date? The aftermath?

At the beginning, there may have been mutual feelings of attraction sure but things have changed since then. And even though Cuphead put aside his feelings for her for good, if Fanny had shown any form of reciprocity then maybe things could have changed, but she didn't. But even still it doesn't really explain how Cup could have betrayed her. It stumps me and I've had a good nap to think it through and it's still confusing.

[markantonys]

i hope the logistics of the WH polycule love declarations are the same in the show i.e. everybody meets up in nynaeve's room and starts blurting out their feelings there, just so that elayne and nynaeve can have a "give us a minute" "this is MY room!" callback to s2. elayne will have her vengeance!

[erisenyo]

Jetko week prompt: Jet gets some new clothes

“Do you know how hard it was to get my hands on one of these?” Zuko snaps as he wrestles out of his teashop uniform, moving fast enough to tangle himself in the still-unfamiliar ties. “Let alone two? Two full ones?”

“Oh, should I care about all the work you put in?” Jet calls back from what passes for the living room in this barely-one-room apartment, tone snide and full of jagged edges. “It's important just because it was hard?”

“Well, you’re the one who wants to sneak into the Upper—” Zuko presses lips flat at the smack of fabric hitting the wall and kicks his own teashop uniform into the bathroom wall, which is much less satisfying. Agni, if Jet wrinkles the uniform Zuko spent two weeks acquiring—as if any administrator under Azula’s purview would dare to—

“I bet you don't even know,” Jet hisses, words dripping venom, “what this position is called.”

“It’s—” Fuck, Zuko can never keep the middle administrative levels straight once they start talking the military-adjacent hierarchies. “It’s the territorial adjunct—” Or is it the secretary? Assistant? “—to the, uh—the city administr—”

Jet lets out a wordless, angry noise and Zuko lets out a growl of his own, frustration tight over his skin as he tries to find the proper underlayer amidst all the shades of black and red and gold.

“I don’t hear any better ideas from you!” he snaps, shoulders tight and fingers buzzing with adrenaline.

“A better—! We can just fucking—”

“Shut up, the walls are—”

“We can just break in!” Jet shouts.

“You agreed!” Zuko yells over top of him as he shrugs into his first layer, fighting through the flounces and volume and this tiny fucking room and if he didn’t need this fucking mirror— “You agreed that undercover would be easier!”

“Well maybe I changed my mind. Or," Jet adds, voice saccharine sweet, "are only you allowed to do that?”

Zuko nearly tears the silk of his collar in reflexive anger. “This isn’t about—”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“You said you wanted—”

“Maybe I change my mind about that too!”

"And you said you'd tell me if you did!"

"Maybe I lied! That's a thing we do, right?"

"You can't keep bringing that up! You said you forgave me!" Zuko slams out of the bathroom feeling like his fire is trying to claw its way out of his skin. "Why are you—I don’t see why this is a big deal for you!”

“You wouldn’t,” Jet hisses at him, bare-chested and pacing with restless energy and so clearly furious, so clearly spoiling for a fight that they don't have time to have, that Zuko can’t even fucking enjoy it. "I'd like to see you try."

“You’ve worn disguises plenty before,” Zuko scowls, ignoring the stung feeling in his chest as he ducks back into the bathroom. “I’ve seen you.”

“Oh, so what? I have to like it now since I did it once?"

"That's not—"

"Like you didn’t bitch about your hair? Every day, 'oh, my honor', 'oh, the shame', 'oh, my family'—”

“And I did it, didn’t I?” Zuko snarls, barely stopping himself from turning to hurl his newly-acquired hairpin right into Jet's face. He forces himself to face the mirror instead and his hair growing out in its new Earth Kingdom style, shoving away the sharp feeling in his chest at the sight and about the act of dragging it up into a Fire Nation topknot because he doesn’t have time for that. "I listened to you, didn't I?"

"Oh, is that what you call—"

"And I did it!"

Jet lets out a savage noise. “Well you can do this too, then!”

“We don’t split up!” Zuko shouts, his frustration threading through with a tangled confusion because— “After Jin and—we agreed! We don’t—”

“Don’t tell me my own orders!”

“Then don’t act like they don’t apply to you!”

“Don’t act like you know anything!”

“And don't get mad at me for not—you said you’d tell me—”

Another furious noise. Then the crash of their one chair being kicked over and the thunk-snarl of Jet punching the wall and Zuko squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his hands flat to the narrow walls on either side of him and pushing, arms too-cramped and straining and frustration and anger and confusion boiling up in him, his fire practically choking him with the need to—

Zuko exhales a long, purposefully controlled breath. Then he forces himself to shove his fire back down, to relax his arms. To let his hands drop back to his sides, to lift his head, to open his eyes, moving step by step until he can focus on how the fuck this middle layer of robes is supposed to tuck and Agni, how masquerading as a palace majordomo was easier than this...

“Look,” Zuko says into the tight silence, carefully not thinking about the memory of Jet's hands smoothing his disguise into place or the reality of Azula looking for a single thread out of place, “I know it—it probably feels like a risk,” he says, the peace offering sitting awkwardly on his lips, the even-indirect admission of uncertainty and discomfort and the fact that Zuko knows how much Jet loathes feeling out of control, “But just—trust me, okay? I know how we’re supposed to look.”

He holds his breath a moment, sighing when there’s no answer and just feeling…tired as grabs his sash and ducks back out of the bathroom. “And look, I can show you what to do, okay? I can make sure…that…we...”

For a moment Zuko thinks he must be dreaming as he takes in the utterly incongruous sight of Jet fully dressed in front of him, every inch of his adjunct to the territorial overseer uniform—that’s the name—perfectly put together. Sash tied with the correct knot, sleeves adjusted to the correct angle, not a wrinkle in sight or strand of hair loose as if he smooths his shaggy hair back into a Fire Nation topknot every day.

“I do not,” Jet bites out, tone nearly vibrating with barely-contained fury, “Need your help.” His gaze scrapes over Zuko. “And your overlayeer is tucked wrong,” he growls, slamming out into the hallway and leaving Zuko staring numbly after him.

[teenagepillpopper]

I could throw up how do u just not care???

[jennycalendar]

tagged by @justafriendofxanders !!! 🩷 the q was “pick from top five characters” but i’m making it girls bc that’s what is almost always happening for me

tagging uhhhh @twosomeofcuteness @ethanrayne @yoursummerfrost @hal-1500 and anyone else who is interested :)