#they'll be fiiine

[rebouks]

What a pair.. 💀

[beps-brainrot]

Final attack on the beautiful Trinket!Sun and Moon from @flinxypie and @thatmooncake's Magical Mascot AU! They're literally the prettiest. Making this made my pastel heart so happy

[tenok]

The point (one of them) is that both Aziraphale and Crowley actually think they the smartest one in any given situation. And since I relate to Aziraphale much more today I get fixated on his brand of superiority. He starts his journey with rebellion from pretty tame "I don't get why they makes this desisions and it's look horrible on surface evel but I'm sure that they get best ineterests of everyone involved in their hearts and it's probably me the one that didn't get some oblivious detail" to "oh okay I'm sure it's some kind of misundestanding and we can all talk it out as adults because we there work on same goals" to frustrated "they won't ever listen to me and I will get in trouble for arguing and it will be better for everyone if I will make my desisions in secret and go behind their backs because I just can't let THEM make desisions that will destroy everything". It's not straightforward, I'm 30 and still circulate sometimes between "what if it's me the one that wrong aout everything" and "god HOW people can be THAT stupid", but I remember going throught this stages first as good and obedient kid with really stupid parents making stupid desisions and later with school, govermnet, activist spaces etc.

And the problem is, I was the smartest person in the room enough time to develop issues, and Aziraphale lives like his for 6000 years at least. I can only imagine how many times he thought "if only Starmaker listen to me and didn't Fall", "if only God listened to me and didn't make an Apocalypse happen", "if only Heavens listened to me and didn't did this or that that thing", "if only Crowley listen to me and understand in what kind of danger we can get", "if only that human listened to me and haven't dig the body", etc etc. It's awful, to be the one who always gets to say "I told you so", especially when there's such awful consequenses you can't even feel satisfaction, and you will be the one to clen this mess up (and Aziraphae will clean, or better try to prevent). Now, it's of course leads to issues. BIG issues.

1) It's really hard to stop being plotting and maciavellian and communicate things properly when you expect that person will at best argue with you, at worst punish you and double down on their stupid desisons and you will clean this mess up. It also really hard to stop trying to control everything because you already accepted that everything is your responsibility and everyone else would just make things worse. (as someone that relates to Aziraphale I think he did so much progress there, the levels or trust he shows Crowley are amazing for two beings that probably last time heard of psychotherapy when Freud was alive. but such trust is fragile thing, one misstep and you back on your "it will be better if I do everything alone" bullshit. I'm not saying it's good. I'm also not saying that it's bad. it's just how things work)

2) It makes you overstep other people authonomy, because, again, it would be better for everyone if they did what you think best for them. It works funny wih Aziraphale because yes he's all for free choices for humanity!! NOW GO AND DO SMART CHOICES DAMN YOU!!! WHY YOU DON'T PICK THE THING THAT WOULD BE SMART TO PICK I HATE YOU ALL. That's where me and Aziraphale difer a little because at least I somewhat good at stepping into other people shoes and understand why they do what they do. But angel there is autistic (or bad at this specific thing for other reasons), so I think when people he consider reasonable doesn't agree with him for their own reasons he ge's really baffled, like, there arE correct opinion and it's mine, WHY are you being difficult?? to spite me?? And I'm sure that half of the reason why Aziraphale's so comfortable with Crowley is that he perfectly happy to let him buly or manipulate him into doing things Aziraphale picks as right. Usually Crowley know where pick his battles and how to play long game to make Aziraphale agree for really important stuff he wants from him, but otherwise? Sure he will complain how he hates Hamlet but they will watch Hamlet, and Aziraphale will be very pleased with himself. (and than there goes final fifteen and we back at "but WHY won't ypu agree with thing I pick or us IT'S GOOD AND RESONABLE THING" and we should be happy that consent is something that imporant for our angel ok? he would be angry with Crowley for picking wrong but he won't make him do what he doesn't want. they respect each other like that.)

3) It makes you really really tired and tense. You control everything, unfortunately the longer you do it the more things starts really depedend on you, you can't let go, you don't know anyone that can share this burden with you because first they should prove that they won't blow his up and for this you should share at least something with them, but what is they would blow it up? Better be safe than sorry. And look when it's my problems it's credit cards and doctor appointmens and with Aziraphale we talk about people dying. Crowley dying. Now, as I said, he actually shows Crowley so. much. trust. for someone with such issues. Because Crowley was there for 6000 years, and he proved himself capable enough times. But still there's areas where let go and not worry would be impossible for Aziraphale, Crowley's safety being one of such things (you see, you can risk with your life when you deal with your problems because whatever you will clean shit up if needed, but if someone close to you hurt themself?? it's YOUR problem too but it will be SO MUCH HARDER to clean. I think when Aziraphale points to Crowley that hell would be harder on him than he can expect heavens to punish him, it's partially because he believes it's true and partially because he knows how to minimize harm when heavens angry with him but HOW can he do this for Crowley??). Anyway. Lol. The more I think about it the more I sure that Crowley without Aziraphale would be a miserable angry dick, and Aziraphale wihout Crowley would be dead, because it was the one person that kept him one tiny slip away from total burn out.

So yeah there's a lot of posts about how angry heartbroken etc Crowley will be with Aziraphale (I don't agree but that's for other post), less posts about how sad and heartbroken will be Aziraphale, but I hope to see Azyraphale being angry too (it they will be angry with each other at all). Not only for not picking him or leaving or making everything messy and emotional and wasting their first kiss at their fight etc, but also because Aziraphale was trusting him! Trusting that he get another resonable adult in team with him! Someone who he can trust to make resonable desisions and see his ideas as clever and him as capable and being willing to go to the end of the world with him with mild complaints and than!! When he did trust him to understand!! He was like everyone else!! Unresonable and emotional and angry with him and why he asked him at all he should've do it secretly and alone as always and it would've be as usual and it wouldn't hurt but it was Crowley that taught him to trust and to ask him for help!! Breaking his perfectly fine coping mechanisms!! It's all his faut if you think about it huh?? (but of course he's already forgiven. but also Aziraphale would do what he needs to do alone this time, as one and only capable adult in the world.)

Anyway it's not a meta it's just some late night thoughts. And it's in no way whole analizis there's so much more problems inside this angel. It's just something in particular that resonated with me today. Also it's not in any way critisizm of him, mind you, because a) he does really the smartest person in the room most of the time and b) I LOVE how fucked up in the head he is!!! I think he needs to become even more fucked up actually!!! and Crowley should love him for that and I will cheer for him from sidelines!!!

[misty-wisp]

my....my creative writing classmates loved the shit out of my short story...

[jessefandomunited]

Alone for Christmas

It's Christmas Eve and you realize that there is no way you'll be able to see your parents this year on such short notice. Luckily it seems like someone else dosent have plans either and it may just be someone you've had a crush on for a while.

Spencer x GN reader - no smut just probably some snuggles and kisses

Christmas had come too quickly this year, and while working at the BAU was rewarding it was ridiculously hard , especially during this time of year. I called my parents a few times and told them that unfortunately the case we were on was running long and I couldn't get a flight out in time. They told me that we would just have to have Christmas whenever I could make it over, which made me smile.

" hey did you hear ," Penelope asked as I slowly came back to reality. " Hu...oh uh no sorry I was spaced out," I said nervously. "Well they got him! They'll be home by Christmas Eve," she cheered . I smiled ," that's great but I literally have nothing to do now," I sighed leaning back in my chair. She thought a moment," well... I mean... Spencer is probably free." I could feel heat creeping up my neck, " so." She rolled her eyes," SOOOOO ask him out come on you have movie nights all the time what's so different about this?" " it's CHRISTMAS EVE that's the difference, I maybe will ask him to hang out but the last thing I want is for this to be a day where I lost my best friend due to a little crush," I insisted. She nodded," okay fiiine, me and my guy can drop by and give you some of the dinner I cooked , I always make too much anyway." I smiled," sure that would be great."

Everyone was back and I was drumming nervously on the strap of my back pack. I didn't think he would say no but my mind always jumped to the worst case scenario. " welcome back guys," Garcia greeted causing me to almost jump out of my skin. I looked up and locked eyes with Spencer. I forced a smile and waved. " relax," I heard Garcia whispering as she gently nudged me towards him. I walked over and said ," hey, how was the trip." " it was great we made better time than most trips, I thought we would be snowed in. You know the clouds are the best indicator a storm is coming" I was once again in the Spencer trance. While most people told him to hurry up or get to the point I was stuck enraptured by his words. His voice his passion everything, he was wonderful. " so do you have plans for Christmas," he asked. The question threw me off and I almost didn't answer, I didn't expect that he would bring it up. " oh.. no I wasn't able to get tickets in time," I said beginning to massage my hands to ease my anxiety. He looked a little surprised," oh... well you know I don't have any plans either so we could have a Christmas movie night, I still havnt given you your Christmas present so it'll be perfect." My head was swirling and I felt like I ascended to cloud nine," yes , yeah that would be fun, you know Garcia said she would bring over some food too." " great it's settled I'll go home and grab some clothes and I'll meet you at your place in an hour 35 most likely ," he said scooping up his satchel," see you then" I waved then slumped into an unattended chair, he actually said yes.

I got home and decided to quickly make some of the tub chocolate chip cookies I have in my fridge as something to snack on while we watched a Christmas movie or two. I also stressed out way more than I should have deciding what pair of pjs to wear. I had a limited option but what combo of old shirt and pj pant truly said I'm secretly in love with you. After that I brought out a blanket for the couch and started to heat up milk on the stove to make hot chocolate. Even if there was no dramatic confession I was excited to spend time with him.

Almost exactly as he predicted I hear a light knock at the door one hour and 35 minutes after we had left the BAU. He had an overnight bag and a huge grocery bag as well. " wow what's all this I said helping him with his things. " well I thought we could decorate gingerbread house while we were watching Christmas movies ," he said beaming. My heart almost melted , he brought a secondary activity. " oooOo cookies and hot chocolate," he said excitedly, " perfect! Have you decided which movie we're watching first?" I nodded," it's kind of embarrassing but I havnt watched white Christmas yet and I really love it." He nodded," that's a great choice I love those old musicals. If you want to start it up I'll get the gingerbread houses sorted." I agreed and put on the movie.

Soon enough we were annoyingly singing the songs while we made our houses and drank our filll of hot coco. I tried my best to make the house as good as possible but it still ended up pretty sloppy. After we migrated over to the couch and settled in. We watched the muppet la Christmas carol which Spencer insisted was a must , then home alone, and then we were both fast asleep.

I woke up to the smell of bacon wafting through the air and Christmas music was playing on the radio. I smiled and checked my phone before fully waking up. Garcia sent a text that said " merry Christmas I'll be over at about 11 TELL HIM" I said merry Christmas to her and maybe. As I sat up I noticed there was a plate of half eaten cookies by the small tree I had that now had two presents beneath it. I chuckled, " looks like Santa came aye?" He glanced over ," would you look at that he did!" " thanks for making breakfast," I said stretching. " no problem at all, Thankyou for offering your home to me," he said smiling . I took a cup and poured some coffee in before sitting at the table and gazing outside at the sparkling snow covering the roads, everything seemed so still. And I felt like I did need to tell Spencer, today, now. " hey uh Spence," I asked looking over . He had two plates that he picked up and plopped in front of each of us, " yes?" I poked at my eggs and took a deep breath before saying, " if I say this can you promise our friendship we will be there." He got a worried look on his face as he said , " it depends but I believe so." I swallowed, " ever since i met you I think .... I liked you, like .. maybe even loved. I've had some issues in the past so I didn't think you would like me back. So I hid it. But it's eating me up inside and I'm fine if you don't like me back we can still be friends but I had to tell you." He didn't answer and I risked a glance up at him. He was shocked and his face was beat red, " really?" I nodded anticipating a smooth rejection. " I thought ... you only liked me as a friend too, I ... feel the same way," he stumbled over his words but it seemed to be from excitement. My eyes widened," is .. is that a yes... are we like together?" He laughed, " yes please." We both got up and embraced eachother, I felt tears come out as we stayed there. We both pulled back a bit and kissed. It was better than I thought it would be. He was more forceful than I expected his hands pulling me closer to him, we probably would have stayed like that longer if it wasn't for a kick at the door. It was 11, garcia had impeccable timing. I walked over and opened the door to an overjoyed Garcia who hugged me immediately," did you do it." I nodded and her eyes lit up she looked from me to Spencer , " are you guys?" Spencer tried to hide a smile but also just sheepishly nodded. She squealed in delight and ran over to hug him to, her boyfriend trailing behind her with food and gifts.

The rest of the day was wonderfully lazy. We ate with Garcia and her boyfriend who left quickly after to see his parents. Then we made out a bit more before remembering our presents. We sat underneath the tree and exchanged our presents. I had clumsily attempted to make him some crocheted socks (mismatched of course) but I also got him a first addition copy of " the blind banker" which he was ecstatic about. For me he had remembered how much I loved his 4th doctor scarf and made me one too. I was over the moon and gave him the tightest hug I could.

The rest of the evening we put on various Christmas movies and cuddled and talked. It was wonderful. I was overjoyed at how well this turned out. I honestly could not have been happier than I was now



[pinkyjulien]

Valentin & Mitch | 620/?? 

He didn't really cared for his hair, or for his new scar, one more on his already fucked up side. But it was still hard to go back camp, everyone cheering, checking in... He couldn't netrunner anymore. Couldn't use his neural implant, couldn't force on his biomonitor for a while- he hated it, hated feeling useless. While Panam updated Valentin on everything that happened those past weeks, Mitch took the occasion to sneak out and shave his head. Heck, it'll grow back. He did it back when enroling for the war, with Driss. Valentin remembered it too, from the old pictures he showed him. And upon seeing him like that, Val couldn't help but burst into tears

"Hah! awh, babe, don't cry" "Whyyy, why would you- You didn't have to! I don't want you to- to see yourself like this, to get reminded-" "It's fiiine, I promise you I'm fine. I wanted to" They'll grow back together 🧡

Amazing art by friendo @_lucky_38_ 🥺💛

[captainschaos]

another lil writing for @mcyt-aro-week! :] day 5: spectrum / baking

I continue the trend of pronoun fun (he/it tango, she/they/rot cleo) and aro headcanoned duos with tangleooo <3

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"Tango, is that you or is something burning?"

The phoenix pokes its head out from where he'd been rifling through the pantry, flaming wings all neatly tucked away and distinctly not burning. "Um... not I?"

"Oh, shit-" Cleo runs to the oven and pokes inside with one of those oversized silicon spoons, nudging the cake away from the side of the oven. "It slipped!"

"What!" Tango squawks, running over and sticking his hands on his hips as it looks in itself.

The cake does, in fact, seem to have slipped, with one edge blackened by too-closeness to the oven wall.

"Oops."

"It's fine, it's fiiine," Cleo says with a wave of rots hand. "That can be the black side!"

Tango's laugh is cackling and shrieking, but only makes Cleo giggle harder as Tango seems all too tickled by the idea.

"Genius!" The phoenix reaches into the oven to take the cake out, burnt and just about done baking as it is. No mitt or pad required, for charcoaled phoenix-fingers.

Cleo smiles and does make sure to get a pad down for Tango to set the hot cake pan on, since the counter is not as fire-proof as the phoenix. "I've done it with armor stands before."

"Whuh- how? And why?"

"Don't worry about it!" Cleo says with an exaggerated wink.

And that's kinda how they go about the rest of the cake-making, stumbling their way through cleaning up the mess they'd spattered across the kitchen from preparation while they wait for the cake to cool enough to ice. Cleo's the artistic director here, and so mixes the icing colors while Tango supplies the many bowls, spoons, and piping bags they'll need. A lovely, earthy shade of green, and then both white and black with a gray made from both.

"Now, just- careful, careful...!"

Tango manages to straighten out, having been entrusted with completing the last stripe of the cake (the one covering the burn, conveniently) with a satisfactory flourish. "There!"

Cleo nods with pride. "There. Nice work!"

"You did three out of four. And the sides. And the flowers around that edge, and pretty much all of it."

The zombie laughs as she manages to scoop the cake up in one hand without dropping it, pulling Tango into a quick side hug in celebration of their work. "It was a team effort. And it'll be more of a team effort to eat."

Tango would roll his eyes if they weren't solid red, but instead he just quickly gives Cleo's arm a little squeeze. "We do all the work, those chumps come in and pick off our masterpiece like vultures..."

Cleo lets go and steps through the door from the kitchen to the dining room. "Not before they shower us with compliments. And we can charge the allos!"

There's the angle. Tango smiles.

"Come eat!"

[02-justiceavenue]

04: Sick

Woaugh... So I wrote this back when I got sick a few months ago, and I thought the prospect of both boys completely and utterly disregarding any sort of safety and getting sick was hilarious. My silly sick boys... Liam tends to get worried about me a lot, so he's always looking for ways to help... but Lucas tends to have to be the rational one when this happens. Ah well! They'll be fiiine.

[askthe-littlepoet]

Accident my ass! YOU SMASHED THEIR HEAD INTO THE FLOOR, AND YOU THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE FINE?!

"YEAH!? IT WASN'T THAT HARD! THEY'LL BE FIIINE!!!!"

"...right?"

[ravio-the-merchant]

I hear they need your help in the walls

-@legend-the-veteran

go back to sleep you!

I have already sent the feathered force of nature their way, they'll be fiiine~

[starlitangels]

hi star! love your writing so if your still taking micro fics what about sam healing micah after they shift and roughhouse for the first time with the other pups or pack

Sure thing!

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"Hey Shaw!" Micah called, rushing forward up the path in order to make it to the clearing. "Guess what?" She leapt into the air and shifted as she did so, landing heavily on her paws.

"Oh finally!" Natalie Shaw exclaimed with a big smile. "I've been waiting for three years for your Core to activate!" She ran at Micah—and shifted herself as she did so. Sam stiffened up next to me as we hiked the rest of the way into the clearing.

I chuckled. "Don't worry. They're gonna be fine," I said softly. "They'll roughhouse but Natalie knows what she's doing. She won't hurt Micah too bad."

"'Too bad'?" Sam quoted.

I blew a raspberry. "They're wolves, Sam. A couple tiny scars here and there from claws while roughhousing is beyond normal. Playing like that is in our instincts. It's how they orient to their new forms. Especially since Micah's so new to it."

At that moment, a playful, high-pitched from the clearing revealed Micah's neck in Natalie's jaws. Natalie's black tail was wagging and so was Micah's grey tail. Micah was squirming to free herself from Natalie's grip, but Natalie wasn't letting her go.

"What... are they doin'?"

"Natty's establishing her dominance," I joked. "She's in charge."

"Well, she's alpha's kid."

"Meh. That doesn't necessarily mean anything to wolves. Natalie's just been a wolf for three years and she's showing Micah she knows what she's doing so she's the one in charge," I said. Sam still looked a little wide-eyed. "They're playing around, cowboy. Nothing about what they're doing is serious."

At that moment, Micah broke free of Natalie's teeth and pounced on her.

They kept snarling and growling at each other—but to me they sounded like a pair of aggressive Pomeranians who couldn't actually do any damage to each other. They definitely could—but nothing like what the actual adults in the pack could do. They were still kids. They'd learn. David, Asher, Milo, and I would make sure of it.

Sam and I just lingered at the edge of the clearing while our daughter played with Natalie.

After a while, Micah yielded, panting hard, and shifted back. "I can't, I can't, I can't—" She panted. "I can't hold the form any longer."

Natalie shifted back and sat on the floor of the clearing cross-legged. "That's okay. You gotta build up to it," she said. There was a bright light in her eyes.

Then she caught sight of something and her eyes widened.

"Sam?" Natalie called.

Sam's head snapped to look over at them. "What is it?" he demanded, pushing off the tree.

"I drew blood. Micah's bleeding."

Sam swore under his breath and rushed over with a Zip!

"Daaad, I'm fiiine," Micah complained.

Natalie silently pointed to Micah's neck. "M... my tooth must have punctured her skin. I thought her fur protected her from it."

"I know you two are best friends but you need to be more careful," Sam said sharply, examining Micah's neck.

Natalie flinched and curled up on herself. "I know," she said, voice small. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"Don't you dare be sorry, Shaw," Micah said, sounding so much like me that I had to blink in surprise. "I had a great time! Don't you sound so small and scared for something I agreed to."

Sam rolled his eyes and smiled as he healed the tiny puncture in Micah's neck. "There ya go, kiddo. You're fine. Not a mark on you."

"See, Natty? No harm, no foul," Micah said. "Don't feel bad."

"We'll see if you're still so confident on that when I kick your butt again, then," Natty said, attitude coming back full force.

Micah cackled. "No we won't—because I'll be the one kicking your butt."

"You can try, Collins."

[green-ray-blog1]

The Urn of Sacred Ashes

Oh, by the way, when we were in the creepy village, after Sten tried to commandeer the party, Morrigan got a bit awkward. She had this locating ring for Darrian, something about being able to find him in case something happens not that it means anything baka. A couple of minutes later, both went to "investigate" [each other's faces] behind a murder-house.

Darrian steps into the temple, Morrigan, Sten and Zevran at his side. He's a bit nervous about this. Is the Urn actually in there ? He's not crazy religious, but, like everyone else, he's grown up hearing about Andraste and the Maker. They aren't light stories, these are events that pretty much made the current world what it is. Hah, the chantry'd probably be eating their hats if they knew an elf was the one to find the urn first after all that time. And elf, with a Qunari and a hedge maze. Okay, and Alistair. Hm, they'll probably just say Alistair found it, won't they ?

Oh, there's a guy, in there ! Is he a ghost ? Oh, he knows stuff about us. Fiiine, let's get done with it. Yes, Darrian regrets not being able to rescue Shianni, duh. Not that he knows what he could have done, except kill the guards faster, but well. Alistair's Daddy Duncan issues are laid out again, thanks guardian. Sten's not shaken one bit, the guardian's not teaching him anything he doesn't know. Morrigan just blows the ghost off, oh, you can just do that, huh. Further up, other ghosts, actors of Andraste's march. Oh, there's an elf, knew it. Pretty interesting stuff, overall. Next is... Oh wow, the guardian, or whatever's doing this thing just conjured a Shianna-shaped illusion, that is fucked up. Yeah, Morrigan's dismissal of the guilt tripping was probably smart, all things considered.

Finally, we get to the Urn. It really is it, huh. Pretty fancy. Alistair's awestruck, Morrigan wants us to know she's unimpressed, and Sten calls it a dustbin, and look, mister guardian, if that truly is your name, Darrian just came here to have a good time and he doesn't know who these people are, so we'll take the pinch and leave you be, okay ?

So. Andraste's ashes. They sure are real, and they like to make people really uncomfortable. Oh, fuck Kolgrim's just out there, waiting. Yeah, we did the thing with the... thing, no really. He doesn't believe us, so we have to kill him. Hm, funny horn he has there, wonder what that sounds like- Aaah dragon !!! Phew let's hope that wasn't actually Andraste. It probably wasn't, but, would it be weirder than whatever was happening in the Brecilian Forest ?

Genitivi's still at the entrance. He's thrilled that we found the ashes, and now wants to tell all of Ferelden. Yeah, sure, knock yourself out, man. Alright, time to go, let's hope Eamon hasn't died while we were out here.

[dementedspeedster]

be honest... why am i so sexy and cool

Accepting || send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully. @supermantm

Thad lets out a surprised laugh as he crosses his arms over his chest. Well, goddamn. Kon had him there, and honestly? It was amusing just this once.

Just this once.

"Alright, fiiine, you've got me. This is just my opinion. Don't go taking it out of proportion or anything. But I guess, starting with the easy question, you're cool because you don't seem to give as much as a damn. I'm not saying you don't care about things, but you take things that I couldn't in better stride. You're affable and personable and I personally find those traits, well, cool."

Thad tilts his head to the side as his eyes, "As for the whole sexy thing...Well, there's your appearance for one. You're tall, built, and dark hair is a plus for me personally. Also the confidence is sexy. Annoying as hell when we talk, Kon." Thad punctuates in a tone that makes his frustration with the other clone loud and clear. "But in general as a personality trait? Attractive too unfortunately."

Quickly enough he waves his hand back and forth as if he were trying to erase this conversation from existence, "But like I said. Don't go taking it out of proportion or any meaning out of this. I still think you're the biggest annoyance I've ever met."

[rosalind-hawkins]

Mumbleshipping Friend-group & Exes

Duke and Ryou are friends with Yugi, Tristan, and Tea, but I wouldn't say they're terribly close with those guys. They'll all still do group stuff together, but not a ton of one-on-one friendships there. Ryou makes a point of hanging out with just Yugi every now and then though, as they're the closest the other has to someone understanding their experiences with sharing your body with another soul. The more Ryou heals after Yami Bakura is gone, the more comfortable he gets with Yugi (and the others).

I imagine that Duke's dated a few people and is generally on the more promiscuous side, but probably not anybody inside the friend-group. He would only date a friend if he was serious about it, not casually. He doesn't want to disrupt the group by dating casually and then having a horribly messy/awkward breakup that divides everybody. He's seen that happen before, and boy does it suck.

Marik and the Ishtars are good friends of Ryou, and in bringing them in, Seto and Ishizu develop a quiet respect for each other. They're both older siblings that have had to make difficult decisions in order to do what's best for their family, so there's a level of understanding there. They don't talk a lot, but they're comfortable together, and she's Kaiba's favorite Ishtar sibling. Ryou usually requests that the Ishtars be invited to the mansion for the holidays, and it's hard to say no to those big eyes when he decides to beg.

Maybe Marik dated Ryou previously before they were healed enough to make it work and they're just friends now, or Marik missed his chance at dating Ryou before Duke and Kaiba got him, so he's got a little bit of pining but he's getting over him and choosing to stay his friend (Ryou doesn't necessarily know about Marik's feelings).

Joey is friends with Duke mainly but Ryou too (shitty dad bonding and that applies to all four of them actually). Joey's had a shittier life than some of their other friends, so he's less judgmental and more understanding about a lot of things.

Kaiba doesn't bring any friends to the table, but I do imagine that Joey is his ex and they secretly dated for like 17 days and it was his first and it was horrible and chaotic and awful—BUT they both learned a lot about themselves from it and used that to grow a lot personally, so now they have this secret peace between them, but they still play up their rivalry like it's an inside joke in front of the others. Kaiba doesn't say quite as mean stuff as he used to and Joey doesn't let it get under his skin anymore, and it's just fun heckling between them. And if they ever seriously needed help from the other for some reason, they would ask and the answer would be yes, no explanation necessary. No, nobody knows that Joey and Kaiba dated, and even Ryou and Duke don't find out unless something happens (like that "seriously needed help") so before that, when they're trying to get Kaiba to participate in friend stuff, they're all "please be nice to Joey, okay? I need you on your best behavior" and he goes "*sigh* fiiine" but inside he's like "oh cool i get to see Joey again, i hope he's doing well."

Most of this is pretty specific to my canon for a certain fic, but these are generally the headcanons you're going to see me stick to anytime I write mumbleshipping.

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In my original old Mumbleshipping fic (only on FFN and boy is it bad, but you can see that I was passionate about it and using the story as an absolute playground), Amane and Ryou's mom were still alive (their deaths were faked and they were put into witness protection) so once Ryou finds them, they become part of the regular "invited to the mansion for the holidays" crew. And then a love triangle starts between Marik, Mokuba, and Amane, and oh boy that part barely got touched on in the fic but it still lives in my head to this day with no resolution and will continue to haunt me until I give them some kind of ending. I was so down for every possible kind of drama in that story, it's insane.

[drizzileiscool]

hello everyone! sorry for not posting in days again. there's barely anything going on here in sinnoh. sorry, I can't just make stuff happen at will!

Cobalt is still out, so we brought him to rest near the pokemon center! azure refuses to go inside, so we're resorting to the next best option: Stealing potions from the pokemart!

Humans won't react well to seeing a weirdly colored ghost type with no trainer nearby, so this should go easily! I doubt that the underpaid cashier there values their job more than their life, so they'll absolutely let us steal!

One problem: Azure is scared of humans.

..wait, you didn't say we were going in there TOGETHER, did you?

Don't worry! I've asked some ghost types from that haunted house if they could come along and help us be spooky! We should be fiiine!!

gg-ghost types? from that haunted house?? are you trying to give me a heart attack or something??

Will you PLEASE stop being so scared of everything??? I already told you, they're on our side! AND IM A GHOST TYPE TOO!! I'VE BEEN SAYING IT SINCE WE FIRST MET YOU DUMMY!! All they're gonna do is make some of the items in the store float around and make us look scary! WE'LL be the ones giving people heart attacks!

...if you s-say so..

[cittycatplay]

Entity can make themself literally fireproof, they'll be fiiine.

-The Whisperer

Not if I literally melt their vessel.

The fire can at a such high temperature that could almost the one of the sun.