#thinking about it becoming true because he lost everyone in a single night and the undercoty lost the one guy trying to look out for them

[ghostscrown]

Dead Boy Detectives characters are such icons fr. We got :

Ghost boy who thinks he's good at hiding his gayness but everyone in town spots him immediately, who's unintentionally rizzing up every single man he meets (EXCEPT his crush) because his charisma is so far in the negative it has the opposite effect, who ran away from literal hell because a spider demon made of dolls is after him, who genuinely thinks hysteria is a very real serious medical thing, and who becomes friends with the fujoshi who introduced him to yaoi

Ghost boy number two with eyeliner and severely repressed anger issues, who beats villains with a cricket bat despite owning a sword, who's completely CLUELESS about his best friend of 3 decades having a crush on him despite literally everyone else knowing the second they meet them, who's running away from the afterlife just because he doesn't want his friend to go to hell, who owns a magic hammerspace bag, and who's in a situationship with a medium

Local fujoshi whose hair became naturally bleached after she was infected by some psychedelic dandelion sprites she's now keeping as pets in a jar in her room, who avoids her problems by running away to another country and watching Scooby-Doo as she ignores her mom's letters, and who organizes dates for her landlord (gone wrong)

Medium girl who can read in your mind but whose memory was stolen by a demon named David who also happens to be her toxic ex, who's haunted by said toxic ex, who was apparently a total bully before she lost memory, who has a black women exclusive meeting happening somewhere in her subconscious, who's full last name is "Palace Surname-Von Hoverkraft" and who violently scares homophobes with the help of her two ghost friends, one of which she's in a situationship with

Blonde witch who bargained immortality to a goddess but forgot to mention she wanted eternal youth too, who kidnaps little girls at night to feed the giant snake she keeps in her basement, who has a personnal beef with some kids, who brutal pipe murders people, and whose ultimate goal is to become the goddess of one town

Goth lesbian butcher landlord constantly covered in blood, who's also a true crime fan, whose crush was actually a stalker and tried to kill her at the first date, and who accepts to rent rooms to suspicious kids talking to themselves and probably in a runaway no questions asked

Crow familiar of the witch, astrology fan who was made human in the sole purpose of seducing the gay ghost to trick him, but it didn't work and he was the one falling in love and being pathetically rejected instead

Catman who wears skirts and eats people, who curses the repressed gay ghost to either sleep with him or count every cat in town like he's a whimsy fantasy creature, in the sole purpose of exposing his gayness, but who becomes more and more of a pathetic wet cat as the ghost keeps rejecting him again and again

Dude who's not a dude but actually a cursed walrus, who was changed into a human and is now owning a magic shop and desperate to traumadump every single person in his field of view

Transdimensional being who uses the power of triggerring PTSD to chase troubled teens in a runaway and take them back to hell, got eaten by a fish and can fit her whole body in a mail package

[junowritings]

Hi! Can I rqs for a platonic Malleus x Fem!reader imagine please? During their NRC days,reader jokingly asked Malleus to be her maid of honour if she ever got married. Then,years later, on her wedding day, Malleus shows up,fully intending to keep his promise.

Thx!

I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Listen this started off jokey but ended up kinda wholesome like he would be so touched??? and take it so seriously???

Also I'm thinking about the whole Fae living longer than humans but this didn't fit into the drabble so can I just say you can absolutely bet that decades/centuries after your wedding he is telling EVERYONE he meets about his fav child of man and that whole thing bc he'd think the world would be poorer off if he didn't tell everybody about his friend and the happiness they wanted him to play such an important part in.

BUT YEAH I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

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“If I ever get married, you’ll be my maid of honor, won’t you, Mal?”

Such a simple request, spoken so boldly from one he considered his true confidant. How could he have ever refused?

To you it was made in jest, on a quiet walk out on your dorm’s grounds as you had done for so many months now. It was easy to fill the silence with idle chatter on the nights where you found Daisomnia’s dorm leader meandering through Ramshackle’s old bones; a comforting routine that had fallen into place merely by being in the right place, at the right time. Often you would coax the odd memory from the fae of his life before Night Raven College; but Malleus was far more interested to learn of your affairs. Of friends, of family, of the many wonderful experiences crammed into such a short existence as your mortal life. 

You had become such an invaluable part of his life, it would be only natural to bask in your every word and commit it to memory, would it not? If only to ensure that not a single memory of his dear friend became lost to the flow of time that followed after you. 

So when you had turned to him, expression alight with a grin that made your eyes sparkle and the corners of your mouth crinkle with well-meant mischief, your question gave Malleus pause. 

To anyone else, your joke would have earned a playful nudge or a flat out refusal. But to Malleus, the man who you so earnestly called your friend even after everything that had transpired since your arrival? 

That small request is bound to his heart, with every intention to see it through simply because you asked. 

The days from that single night trickle into months, and then years. Faces change and friends part ways between that time, though the close bond is never lost.. A blink of an eye for your fae friend, but almost a lifetime for yourself. The moment is lost within the recesses of your fond memories, as you find a life of your own and find a love who makes your heart race and brightens the very world in their wake. Lost, but always lingering somewhere in the peripheral of your mind each time you’d looked down at your hand, now decorated with an engagement ring - a promise for the life to come.

Even as you stand now before your mirror, donned in fine fabrics of beautiful colors that makes your smile shine and your heart feel full you reminisce. It brings a chuckle to your lips, shaking your head at how easily you had joked back then about getting married, only to find yourself now doing what seemed like a distant ‘what if’ scenario just years ago. Your eyes close for a moment, your wedding attire bunched in your hands as the memory flickers briefly through your mind.

And then your eyes open, and suddenly that very memory is standing in the reflection of your mirror.

But it’s not just a reflection. You feel a hand on your shoulder and you know that it’s real as you spin around to face your old friend, face breaking out into that same telltale grin Malleus had seen such a short time ago.

“Malleus!”

The years have changed Malleus so very little, but you see it in his face. His smile is softer at the edges as he regards you with a warmness once shielded behind the result of decades of isolation. It’s a welcome sight, and you’re only pulled away when you spot the envelope in his free hand, your own writing scrawled on the cover. You recognize it immediately, and your heart swells with relief.

He’d received your invitation. He’d actually made it.

There is no hesitation as you throw your arms around the fae’s shoulders, no doubt making a mess of the pristine finery he’s wearing but too elated to care. You can’t resist a joke about how Sebek would have your hide for almost bringing the ruler of Briar Valley crashing down into the bridal suite mirror. The comment is met with a hearty chuckle from Malleus who returns your embrace eagerly, though unlike you he is careful to avoid creasing your clothes; he wouldn’t want it to impede on one of the happiest days of your life, after all.

There are so many things to catch up on. So much time to fill in on every little detail that couldn’t be expressed through letters and calls. But that will have to wait, especially as a knock at the door just moments later brings you back to the present, the wedding planner peeking their head in to ask if you and your maid of honor are ready for the ceremony. Now that gets your attention, and Malleus fails to hide the amusement that glints in his eyes watching your eyes widen, eyebrows raised in surprise as your gaze darts from the planner to your friend. 

He can see the gears turning in your head, piecing together that carefully hidden fragment that Malleus had kept close to his thoughts all of these years. And then he sees that smile again, now wobbly at the corners as your misty eyes blink back the emotions you feel welling up in your chest, and he feels pride in knowing just what his presence here on your wedding day now means to you.

Standing tall, Malleus moves to stand by your side and offers his arm. Today he is not the king of Briar valley. Today, he is your friend, confidant, and the best maid of honor you could have asked for on one of the happiest days of your life.

“Come now, I Believe I made a promise to you, child of man.” he speaks warmly as you hook your arm over his. “I hope you didn’t think I’d forget so soon.”

[nightlyrequiem]

Would you consider writing something about detective reader and Valeria? I think it would be so cool that reader is looking for her and she’s fascinated (maybe in a twisted way/maybe she isn’t a really good person) and Valeria is interested in her bc of how she matches Valerias energy. Idk!!

One unhinged woman? I'm in love. Two unhinged women? I died and went to heaven.

I purposefully left the ending a little open ended because I want to come back to this and write a part two someday

I <3 evil women

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Violence, Stalking, Valeria and Reader Fight, Reader Has Questionable Morals

Alikeness

 Observant. Persistent. Obsessive. All qualities that successful detectives should have. You've been doing this for ten years. Like a bloodhound with a scent, no case remains unfinished when assigned to you. A good detective revolves their life around their work. A good detective is her work. You know your preoccupation with your job isn't healthy. You've lost little pieces of yourself every case. Chipped away at yourself until something new and distorted crawled out from it's shell. the newest thing bouncing around inside your skull is El Sin Nombre. A notorious and influential Mexican drug cartel leader. No one has been able find his true identity. Allowing him to live up to his moniker. Your eyes burn as you stare at your computer screen. At three different headshots belonging to three different former special forces officers. He may not even be a he.

Truman Wenchow, Seth Veros, and Valeria Garza. All had gone awol after La Araña had been dethroned. You can feel it deep beneath your skin. An inkling that has never steered you wrong that one of these individuals is your person. Finding out that Seth has died sometime in twenty-twenty narrow things down. Corruption isn't uncommon. Not in Las Almas. the reigning Cartel has always had its claws sunk deep into the local authority systems. Everyone has a price after all. Local is usually where it ends though. El Sin Nombre is far too ambitious to stay in the confines of 'local'. El Sin Nombre has expanded their reach into the hearts of Puerto Rico, Ecuador, El Salvador, and the States. This bleeds deeper than you thought. The closer you get to the truth the more dangerous this becomes.

Only a few weeks ago, just a shy of a month, you began receiving threats. Warnings to stop. It had the opposite affect intended. Your mind glossed over the words spelled out for you and instead rearranged them into something else entirely. 'You're close. Come find me.'  this could very well kill you, you're aware. late nights spent in the darkest corners of the internet have shown you just exactly what cartels are capable of. You find yourself unafraid. You've done similar things in pursuit of answers, and you will do worse to obtain more.

Out of the three suspects on your list, only one still lives in Mexico. as elusive as she is. All you're able to find are traces. Breadcrumbs left behind. Credit card history, grainy camera footage. Government documents. Getting information on Valeria Garza was like pulling teeth. Only a few former brothers in arms were able to offer up meager footnotes about the woman of the past. headstrong, ambitious, violent, efficient. You were able to track down her home, though. An unassuming property located on the quieter side of town. It's not the home one would expect a wealthy drug lord to keep but you've found that exteriors rarely match their interiors.

The sky is clear and inky. A high half-moon and it's thousand glittering eyes watch over you as wait outside of Valeria's home. It's neat and taken care of. There's a single car parked in the driveway. A dark colored SUV. Not a light on inside the house. Valeria is inside. El Sin Nombre is inside. Asleep in one of the rooms. Such a human action for such a monolithic figure. You pull on your gloves and check to make sure your firearm is working before getting out of your car. Seek and destroy. You walk up to Valeria's home with confidence. Sticking close to the rough, stony wall as you head towards the back. The backdoor is naturally locked, and you know already that she doesn't keep a spare key. 

You always come prepared. You deftly pick the lock. Listening for that small click that has accompanied you for every final act. You slowly push open the door. Overly cautious of creaking and step inside. Her kitchen is tidy. Counters free of dishes and bags. A small bowl of fruit that's beginning to rot sits dead center on the kitchen island. You make it two steps inside when she speaks. Hidden away by shadows, glaring at you from the hallway.

"You don't have a warrant to be in here, detective."

 Of course you don't have a warrant. there are leaks in the police department and trying to obtain one is not only a lengthy hassle but could also alert her that you're closing in. You prefer to keep your cards close to your chest. You turn your head to face her. Barely making out her outline.

"No, I don't." You reply calmly. You don't have a warrant. Legally you can't step foot into her home. Not that it matters to you, you have to be above the law to enforce it and there are workarounds to everything. Your heart pounds with excitement and fear. You're finally face to face with El Sin Nombre.

She steps into the kitchen. A sliver of pale moonlight cuts across her face. You can see her better. In a wife beater and sweatpants. A gold chain glinting from around her throat.

"You must have-"

You don't let her finish speaking. You have only one goal in mind and that is to exterminate. You raise your arm with the intent to kill. Her reflexes are faster, and she lunges at you. Knocking your arm down fast enough that the bullet you fire shoots into the ground by her foot. You've been in physical altercations before. Have had to fight off people. However, you were prepared for a fight those times. Valeria is much stronger than you thought. The wind is knocked out of you as you slam into the ground. The gun slides away from you and bumps into the wall but you don't freeze and panic at the loss of your weapon. You're exhilarated. Mustering up the strength to shove her off of you.

You have but a few short seconds to get your bearings before she's coming at you again. A stray punch catches you in the gut. It's nauseatingly painful and you double over, narrowly missing a blow to the head. you shove down the pain and lash out. Slamming your fist into her neck. Valeria splutters but to your dismay she barely reacts. She grabs ahold of your neck and throws you to the ground. Your back smacks down on the hard black and white tiled floor. Pain blooms purple flowers throughout your shoulders as you struggle beneath her. You hear the click of a gun and stare down its barrel. The both of you breathing heavily and regarding each other with caution. Valeria sets a foot down on your chest to keep you still.

"I have you under surveillance." She says quietly. "I was tipped off about you leaving your house. I knew you were coming here."

 Valeria's strength impresses and aggravates you. "Good for you." You reply. There's not much hope that you'll regain the upper hand here, but you cling onto that small slice of it.

"Very good for me."

You silently understand that you haven't succeeded this time. The thought angers you. You're going to die in here on her floor. Your body thrown to the streets for the stray dogs to pick at.

"I suppose this is it for me then." You murmur. deceptively calm. You've done good, but you've also done bad. Maybe this is just your punishment for all the wrongs you've done.

Valeria lowers her arm, keeping her gaze tethered to yours. There's no anger in those dark pits of nothing.

"I couldn't stand you at first." She begins. "Coming into my town and snooping around. I was going to just kill you."

You furrow your brows. "So why didn't you?" You wheeze. You wish she'd take some pressure off of your chest.

"I did my own research." She hums. "You're just an evil little thing."

Your skin prickles at being referred to as evil. "I am not evil. I find it and rid this world of it. Of people like you."

Valeria cocks her head at you, dark brows raised. "You kill the people you uncover." She laughs. "Putting you on a case is like is like putting someone to death. And last I checked it's not up to you to decide of someone is worthy of death."

"I do what needs to be done. You can relate to that, I'm sure. You've had such an impressive career, from military ranks to commanding a cartel. I bet you're very proud." You hiss. Her success is envying.

"It sounds like you admire me." she remarks, adding more pressure to your chest. Pushing out the breath from your lungs.

"You have admirable traits." You admit begrudgingly. "Too bad you used them the wrong way." the pressure is suddenly lifted as she backs up from you. Giving you room to stand. there's a dull ache in your stomach as you do.

"I was going to kill you," She continues, waving the gun at you. "but you're deranged, really. So dedicated to your cause." She says. "And I respect that, I really do. I think you can really hone those skills of yours and become something great."

"I am great." You growl. Disgusted and elated at having her respect. she smiles and trails the gun down your jaw, the cool metal sending goosebumps over your skin. Valeria just scoffs and steps away from you.

"You're arrogant and delusional." She says. "You have potential, come back when you're ready to use it."

You pause, confused.

"You're not going to kill me?" You question. Leaving you alive is a fool's decision and Valeria didn't strike you as a fool. 

"You won't be able to kill me," She says. "and I know you won't go to the police because you like to take credit for finding and 'punishing' people yourself."

Those words make you uncomfortable. It makes you sound like you're only doing it to soothe some deranged urge inside of you. You are doing it for the greater good. Your hands stay dirty to keep the world clean.

"You and I are alike." Valeria remarks quietly. Not looking away from you.

You won't be able to do anything now. Valeria has a gun, and you don't. She's right. About you not going to the police. It's not because you want to the credit. It's not. It's because you don't believe they'll do what needs to be done. Only you can. Police can be bribed, you can't. You raise your chin with defiance and take a step back towards her door.

"Be restless, Valeria." You warn. That's all you say before you turn and leave the way you came. Expecting a bullet to the back of your head that never comes. This isn't the last time you and El Sin Nombre meet. The next time it happens, one of you will die and it won't be you.

[m-jelly]

Hii Jelly, remember the levi x reader oneshot you did long ago the "You are my true love" from the cannon materlist Part one. Where Levi use to be in a relationship with Petra but dates the reader so he can try to forget about Petra. But Levi can't forget abt her and Levi calls reader Petra like twice, and reader leaves him bc they are so heartbroken. And after 2 months Levi comes back to reader and apologizes and tries to win reader back. At the end they end up together.

My request is can you do a spinoff = of what was Levi like those 2 months when reader left him and a part two = of what their dating life is like when they get back together and them working together at the flower shop together. And happy ending pls :D

Have a great day Jelly! xoxo

You are my true love - more.

Levi x fem!reader

Canon world, fluff, angst, being a couple, before a couple.

A section about the 2 months without you and right after how life together is as a couple.

Original

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@youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn

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@hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously

2 Months.

Can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't smile. Can't laugh. Can't function. Being without you was pure hell, but Levi knew he had to suffer because he sinned so strongly against you. It was time for reflection on his actions.

When he thought about his reflection period, he thought the first few weeks would be the hardest, but he was wrong. The longer he went without you, the more painful it got. This was different from Petra, this was far more painful to him. It was becoming clear that he liked Petra, but he loved you.

Everyone around him noticed he was a shell of his former self. The loss of you was the most damaging thing he'd experienced recently. For Levi, death was easy to understand, but someone walking out of his life was hard for him to process. Kenny had left him with not a single word, which was fine after processing but you told him you were leaving. You were the only person who told him, you were done.

It was hard to go to his bed at night because it smelt of you, even his clothes smelt of you. So, Levi had to sleep at his desk or on his sofa because they were the only places that didn't have a strong smell of you. A suggestion given to him was to get rid of the things of yours he still possessed, he just refused because he adored you so much and wanted to keep it all.

When he wasn't working, he would spend most of his time curled up into a ball holding a shirt of yours wishing you would walk back into his life again. All thoughts of Petra had vanished and he was consumed by the idea of you. His heart cried and yearned for you.

Soon it was becoming too much for him to bear, so he decided to see you just for a moment. After dragging on some simple clothes he hid himself a little and went out into the town. He followed Erwin's directions but ignored his advice to leave you alone.

The shop you worked in was adorable and seeing you putting some flowers out made his heart flutter. No matter how much he debated with himself he couldn't bring himself to talk to you. Levi felt like he was too much of a beast to go near you.

Levi would watch you a few times and admire you from afar as he faced his feelings, it was clear that his heart belonged to you and always had. He knew he had to make his peace with Petra. So, he made his way to the graveyard with all the lost Scouts.

He wasn't at her grave for long. The feelings he once had for her were gone. He lightly touched her grave, said his goodbyes and knew that his future was you. No matter how hard Levi thought about it, there never was a future with Petra. Thinking about it all, it seemed Petra was using him for love and physical affection and Levi was just going along with it so he could feel.

The real deep love in his heart was yours. You were his first in love.

Life together.

After becoming a couple, Levi was almost always at your shop and asked to do fewer things for the scouts so he could be dedicated to you. Eventually, you turned the shop into a flower and tea shop, so you could sell tea leaves that Levi had mixed. Everyone wanted to try the famous captain's tea.

Levi slept over at yours and never slept back at the base. The two of you would cuddle a lot and after trust had built up, you would be intimate again. The way Levi was with you in the bedroom had changed a bit, he was very invested in you and he was incredibly loving. He would make love to you like you would leave him any second. It was always full of laughs and giggles.

He was so dedicated and loving with you. He always stayed at your side and you gave him everything again. The two of you would shower each other with gifts. The romance was almost overboard and the way you both were shocked people. Especially, with how Levi was with you and how unlike him he was being, it was refreshing to people.

The two of you ran your shop together, but you did most of the work because Levi's full job was being Captain of the Scouts. You didn't mind that he wasn't around all the time, but he minded and wanted to be with you every minute of every day.

One day while you were hooking a flower basket on a hanging hook outside your shop, Levi was rushing towards you. He had finished work early and he wanted to be with you. As soon as you were climbing down your ladders he grabbed you and picked you up off them making you squeal.

You were panicked, but in a short moment, Levi moved you in his arms so you could see him. You laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You scared me."

"Sorry, I just got so excited when I saw you." He kissed you and hummed. "I missed you."

You felt your cheeks heat up. "I missed you too."

"Are you okay?"

You laughed a little. "You just surprised me. You don't normally show affection in public."

He squeezed you. "I hid you for a long time. I don't want to ever again hide you away. I want people to know you are mine."

You slipped out of his arms. "You're adorable Levi." You kissed him before grabbing another hanging basket. "Could you put this up for me?"

He grabbed it and smiled. "Of course. I'll help do anything."

The two of you worked together to decorate the front of the shop before closing up for the way and moving to the apartment. Levi worked with you to make a delicious meal for dinner. He always set up the table for you and made sure his chair was next to yours.

While you sat eating Levi would hold your hand with his thumb gently running over your skin. Levi always ate faster than you, so when he was finished he would just gaze at you and kiss your hand. The more affection he showed you the more you giggled and smiled.

You downed your drink and hummed. "That was wonderful."

Levi leaned over and kissed you. "Your cooking is perfect."

You smiled at him. "I couldn't have done it without you. Do you want a cookie for dessert?"

He pulled you onto his lap and cuddled you. "I would like you as my dessert."

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Oh, I would be happy to be your dessert."

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. He softly said your name. "After this all ends with the war, I want to expand our shop into a cafe and um...I...I want to...uh..."

You frowned. "I'd love a cafe, but what else is up?"

He fiddled with his pocket before pulling out a ring. "I want to marry you."

Your eyes widened. "Yes." You offered your hand. "Yes, I do." You smiled as he slipped your ring on. "It's perfect."

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "My darling brat. Mine."

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Sorry for sending another ask so soon, but-

Don't be shy, spit the frog (italian way to say spill the tea)

I WANNA KNOWWWNWNFNGNG

okay i'm spilling some of the frogs, the tea, I WILL DESEMBUCHAR (word for spilling the truth in portuguese)

springtrap and bell (ballora) do know each other but from a certain distance (he's with the phantoms, and she belongs in the funtime crew). there's never this 'strange feeling' that they've met before because, literally... they never met!

the reason for them to be arguing a lot is due to remnant usage, whose importance is constantly brought up in the universe of BTC. springtrap uses them for his own selfish purposes, while bell is searching for more to help a friend stay active, amongst other reasons that involve the safety and entertainment of backstage residents.

bell is one of the very few bots that has directly confronted springtrap for his actions and usual mean behavior (sometimes on the same level of aggressiveness, other times a single glare is enough). she refuses to stay silent and reality downs on him that the stuff he's saying and doing is harming people.

they are basically the closest thing to human adults in this digitalized city of ghost children, with bell sacrificing a lot more of her time protecting those around her than springtrap (especially before they met)

bell is a chaotic, stubborn altruistic type paired up with self-destructive tendencies as a defense mechanism, considering she is painfully aware of her purpose as a child killing, remnant harvester robot. springtrap contrasts that part of her personality by being aloof, cautious and egocentric, and by pushing others away, acting as if the world revolves around his success in escaping UCN and becoming one with the entity. these contrasting traits often generate conflict, especially later on, when more secrets are revealed.

i like to think they help each other learn from their mistakes with this dumb, tom and jerry beef they have going on, but saying there's any hint of romantic love between them in the beginning feels objectively wrong (considering the amount of times springtrap has said hurtful and otherwise mean things to her).

both are competitive by nature. expect them to be counting how many remnants they caught in a single night.

the more they get to know each other the more they display their true selves, ofc. springtrap has a quieter, observant, genuinely concerned side where he listens instead of talking over people in that loud, cheeky and arrogant tone. bell seems to be a lot more of an anxious and impatient person, thoughts racing at all times and sometimes causing her to shut everyone out. black cat and orange cat behavior, respectively.

they often debate about human nature and the limits of artificial intelligence, and how they, two self-aware small pieces of a larger puzzle stuck in a digital dimension, fit inside these two labels. both are detached from either concepts, meanings losing importance the further they investigate. still, that doesn't stop them from displaying unwavering support whenever one is lost and afraid (works for both).

hand on shoulder, "are you alright?" glances, lending his cape, handmade gifts and favors. springtrap doesn't know how to be comforting, but he makes an effort.

he's more comfortable being secretive and working behind the curtains. events like claw machines suddenly functioning again, entire stages being repaired in a single night, random input of remnants in the electrical system, abandoned areas appearing tidy and organized... (they still wonder who's behind it all...)

when bell first showed up at the workshop for a simple repairs session, he took off her illusion disks and disabled the part of her programming that submitted to William Afton's orders. with that, the entity lost influence over her actions, and as a consequential effect, her eyes glow a bright yellow color, instead of the usual pink/purple hue.

compliments (lots of them), getting excited over the other's achievements, eagerly asking about their favorite topics. bell is that "saw this meme and thought of you" type of person.

scolding. both scold each other all the time. scolding as in "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING" and "oh wow that's the greatest idea you've ever had. i'm surprised we aren't dead because of your absolute GENIUS of a plan (/loudly sarcastic)"

[uboat53]

Forget who won or lost last night's debate, let's face it, vice-presidential debates rarely do much to alter a presidential race and it's just an excuse for pundits to milk more paycheck. No, I want to talk about something a bit more important, did anyone else notice that J.D. Vance got very offended when the moderator dared to state factual information relevant to something he said?

This isn't a one-off either, Trump and most of his supporters have been outraged at fact-checkers generally ever since he started campaigning back in 2015. They've been working tirelessly ever since to try to define fact-checking out of the job of journalism.

In doing so, they use excuses like "well, if the other side disagrees then they can fact-check", but I want to make sure that every single person is clear as to why that's a terrible idea, because it is. Let's talk about the Gish Gallop.

Dwayne Gish was a creationist in the 1980s and, as was the style at the time, he would travel the country participating in formal debates with proponents of evolution. Over time, he developed the method that eventually was named after him, the Gish Gallop. The idea behind Gish Gallop is very simple, you make a bunch of statements in rapid succession. Each statement takes only a second or two to say, but would take minutes or longer to disprove. In a debate where only two sides are allowed to speak, this forces the other side to either let your statements go unchallenged or to spend all of their time disputing them, failing to make any points or their own and probably also failing to disprove all of them in the time allotted.

In other words, a debate where there is no requirement to make factual statements or back up anything you say with factual evidence is a debate that favors the liar.

Now, I reviewed a few fact-checks of the vice-presidential debate and one thing becomes immediately clear, J.D. Vance lied a lot more than Tim Walz did. Politifact checked Walz at 6 true statements to 2 false while Vance was at 6 false to 1 true, the AP had Vance at 5 false statements to Walz's 2, and Factcheck.org had Vance at 10 to Walz's 2 false staments.

Should Walz have been forced to use all of his debate time rebutting Vance's lies? More importantly, even if he did, was there any reliable way for the audience to tell, without outside information, which of them was telling the truth? Without a moderator whose job it is to point out factual information when one side or the other lies in their argument, there's no way for the side that is being truthful to win.

Now, if you're a Trumpist, that's obviously the goal, Trump lies a lot and everyone who follows him does too; setting the rules up for liars to win is obviously good for them. For the rest of us, though, anyone who isn't mindlessly dedicated to the cult of Trump, why would we want a system that rewards lying and penalizes the truth? I hope you can see that we wouldn't.

More importantly, think about what it means that one side is relentlessly pushing for rules of debate that massively advantage liars. The media itself also isn't blameless here, the Gish Gallop has been well known since the 1980s and the fact that the news media after nearly a full decade of Trump still hasn't taken the most basic lessons of how to deal with it is absurd and it's a huge failing of the so-called "bulwark of democracy".

Ultimately, though, you, as a citizen of a democracy, have the ability to make up your own mind. Whatever else you think, whatever policies you may prefer or whatever your political preferences may be, I want you to ask yourself one question:

Do you want people who incentivize lying to govern this country?

[yangjungwonisms]

Hi all!! I hope you’re all enjoying your Holidays!! I’ve decided to bite the bullet and post the first part of the Jungwon x Reader fic I’ve been working on.

Hopefully you all like it!!

OH!! btw he is not an idol in the fic!!

Teach me how to love- Yang Jungwon x Reader

You remember very clearly the day you met Jungwon. Who could forget the moment they laid eyes on the most beautiful person they had ever seen.You knew better than to judge someone based off looks but there was something about him pulling you in. Even though he was a stranger to you there was a small part of yourself that knew he was good.

You were introduced at a party one of your friends threw. You didn’t even want to go. You were so not the social type and in fact you almost always avoided being in a big group of people if you didn’t absolutely have to. This time your roommate guilted you into it. They knew you were having a rough couple of weeks since you lost your job and were only trying to cheer you up. You tried assuring them that you were okay. They didn’t buy it. And sure, maybe there is a small part of you that is grateful for the distraction but you’d never tell them that. You tried really hard to socialize throughout the night but ultimately gave up, resigned to spend the night pretending to be engaged in conversation. When Jungwon walked into the room it seemed like time stopped. You remember struggling to catch your breath. Actually if you’re being completely honest you choked on your breath upon laying eyes on him. You’d seen him for all of 30 seconds and you already felt as if you couldn’t live without him.

He was beautiful. gorgeous. ethereal. There wasn’t a word good enough to describe him. There wasn’t a single flaw you could point out. He was as close to perfect as one could get. Shit, you thought to yourself, you were fucked.

You were never the type to harbor a crush for very long. In fact, you had never even dated anyone. You realize you had never let yourself be vulnerable enough to get close to anyone. You always assumed you were just being protective of yourself. You saw the slew of bad relationships your mom was in growing up and well your dad was already on his fifth marriage. Neither of them were something to aspire to. So you promised yourself you wouldn’t put yourself in a position to get heartbroken. Which is why when you start to move your feet towards the beautiful stranger that you are determined to know everyone around you is shocked. Your friends had never seen you put yourself out there ever. That is because you never have.

Once you find yourself face to face with the stranger you realized you didn’t come up with anything to say. Thankfully he spoke first. You were mentally thanking god for that. Up close he was angelic, he had a beautiful smile and a sly way of talking that made you sure he would be able to talk anyone into anything. He had the kind of confidence that would intimidate anyone. No, this was someone who knew who he was and what he wanted. You didn’t know this yet but in his life anything he has ever wanted he worked his ass off for and he almost always got what he wanted. You didn’t know how true that would become. But what struck you the most about him was the way he looked at you while introducing himself. You had never had someone maintain direct eye contact in the way he had. It took a second for your brain to catch up but once it did you finally caught his name. Jungwon. His name was Jungwon. Can a name sound attractive? You never recalled a name striking you the way his had. You weren’t sure if it would ever

happen again.

The way he spoke to you was so animated. The conversation had barely started but yet he was speaking to you as if he’d known you for years. You don’t remember a conversation ever feeling this easy in your life. You remember thinking to yourself that you knew you had seen him somewhere before but couldn’t place it. Before you could ask him if it was possible you two had met in passing previously your roommate joined the conversation. It clicked when she started speaking to him casually that they had to have known each other already. The answer was confirmed when she explained they had met at university when he helped tutor her in one of her classes. Your friend hung around for a few more minutes but upon seeing how clear it was that he was more interested in talking to you she backed away from you two slowly, throwing a subtle wink your way before disappearing altogether.

As soon as your friend walked away there was a slight uptick of energy on both of your parts. Without the watchful eyes of your friends on the two of you; you were free to talk about whatever you wanted with Jungwon.

During the course of your conversation he was asking you questions that not even friends had asked you before. He was trying to get to know you and you were confused as to why. You had never seen yourself as anything special and because of your anxiety you always assumed no one actually wanted to be around you. So for him to be taking such care in how he talks with you and addresses you makes you feel like the only girl in the world. Everything about the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel special. You’d known him 3 hours at this point and when it was just the two of you talking you swear you felt all the people in the background start to disappear. This realization alone frightened you. In your life you knew one thing for certain and that was that being in an actual real relationship scared the hell out of you. You knew that you were getting ahead of yourself. He’d only been asking you questions about your childhood and your family. It’s not like he asked for your hand in marriage. But the way he was making you feel you can’t say you wouldn’t consider it. Now you were being delusional.

You could’ve sworn there were a few times that you caught him staring at you. But when you turned and met his gaze he quickly looked away. He blushed ever so slightly when he knew he was caught. God was there anything he could do that wasn’t attractive.

The more the night went on Jungwon preferred to stay by your side. You got the sense he may not be as social a person as you had thought. Anytime he had to associate with anyone else that wasn’t you he immediately locked up. He wasn’t rude by any means. He’d answer any question he had been asked and maintained polite conversation. He didn’t have it in him to turn anyone away when they approached him. He was raised to be nice and to show respect to everyone. That had always been something he tried to instill in his day to day life. You briefly recall him mentioning this after the first time someone came up to speak to him. You tried to be polite and excuse yourself so he could speak to his friends in peace but everytime you tried to do that as if he could sense you were going to leave he purposefully asked you a question and included you in the conversation. Eventually you stopped trying to leave.

You had been so swept up in talking to Jungwon that you hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten. How had four hours gone by. You feel like you know everything about him at this point. You weren’t sure if that scared you or if you liked it. You certainly didn’t know what to make of it. No one ever put that much effort into getting to know you. As much as you didn’t want to you decided it was time for you to leave. Sighing you walk up to your friend to tell her goodbye. Just as you were about to walk out of the door Jungwon bounded up to you with his coat on offering to walk you home. When you told him he didn’t have to he was quick to say it was on his way home and that he’d be glad to do it.

The walk was silent at first. You were never truly alone just the two of you during the party. So you didn’t know how to break the silence. Much to your chagrin neither of you spoke during the walk. Just as your building came into view you cleared your throat to tell Jungwon this was your stop. Before you could speak he asked quickly if he could have your number. You were sure your jaw was on the ground by how off guard it caught you. In the moment you didn’t know how to respond, only trusting yourself enough to nod your head. You could’ve swore it looked like he was holding in a breath until he got your answer. When you really truly looked at him you noticed his face had a blush to it that was creeping up from his neck. When you made eye contact with him he smiled at you. His smile was the most beautiful thing about him. He had many features to marvel at. But your favorite was his dimples. They made him look more endearing to you. Made him more personable. You felt like you could put your entire life in his hands and you’d feel safe.

Once you had finally decided to stop staring at him in silence he handed you his phone to put your number in. Once you did that he asked for your phone so he could do the same. Too busy internally squealing over getting his number you didn’t even notice that you were in front of your building. You gestured to him that this was your stop and waved goodbye at him. Except he followed you through the door into the building. Before you could ask anything he could sense your apprehension. Wide eyed he looked at you shaking his head while laughing. He lived in the same building as you. In hindsight that makes sense because you didn’t recall telling him where you lived. His floor was one down from yours. He got off first and for the first time that night you were left alone to your thoughts. Once you were back in your apartment your mind was racing. You felt confused about a lot of things and unsure if this meant the same thing to him that it meant to you. You weren’t sure if there even was anything at all. You definitely weren’t sure of what it meant to you. One thing you were certain of was that for the first time in your life you were starting to understand what all of those crazy people told you about love at first sight. Even if it wasn’t that, you knew for certain that you’d never felt that way about anybody before. The way in which you both connected immediately had to mean something.

Just as you were starting to get ready to go to bed your phone vibrated. You felt your mouth go dry and your heart start to pick up pace. It was Jungwon. He texted you about how nice it was to meet you and how he really looked forward to seeing you soon and spending more time together. You thought you were going crazy when you read this. You tried to play it down by telling yourself he’s probably this nice to everybody. But then he sent you another message “I just wanted to tell you that you looked really pretty tonight” You wanted to be sick, how did he know how to say exactly the right thing everytime. Not sure how to reply back but not wanting to leave him on read you sent a quick message about how you also really enjoyed meeting him and that you hoped you could do it again soon. You don’t know what took over you but you sent a second text that said “really? I thought you looked quite handsome myself”

Before you could talk yourself out of it you hit send. Who says that? God now you’d for sure made it weird. Not even 10 seconds later your phone buzzed again. Not a text but a notification of Jungwon heart reacting to your second message. Relief coursing through you at his response. Trying to calm down before you went to bed proved a difficult task. You had never experienced this with a boy before. Boys never normally paid you much attention and for the most part you were fine with that. However, now that a boy was talking to you and flirting with you on purpose you had no idea what to do next. You didn’t know how to flirt or do any of the shit that people normally do when they like someone. Was it normal to call it a crush as an adult? That you didn’t know but you were hoping that like everything else in your life you’d learn as you go.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 8

Tagging: @augustwithquills, @idohknow @bloody-mf-bsc

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shadowandbone: A big thank you for our lovely Y/N Y/L/N- Barnes and her success! We are proud to have you and witness your art and talent from up close!

And a big thank you to the fans, who helped and supported us in this journey of winning not one but 4 awards in one night! We couldn't have done it without any of you!

And no, this definetly not her proud husband writing this.

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Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes: I will never get used to being called that name 🫠

jessie_mei_li: you both are such simps I'm gonna puke🤢😜😝

kittheyounger: ı'm gonna have cavities because of their sweetness... Who knew she loved being called "Barnes"?

freddycarter1: probably her husband?? And no, benbarnes, we don't wanna know the details... the last time terrorized me 😧😨😳

User5: First Y/N and now Ben... I knew they had the password!

User8: BIG CONGRATS TO OUR GIRL AND EVERYONE WHO WORKED HARD!🫡😎

User4: so proud to watch you all!

amita_suman: Don't let the picture decieve you, the bouquet is way bigger 😁

freddycarter1: I guess Ben's simping's proof is very obvious 😎

User11: our girl deserved every single one of them, alongside other ones she got! Must be hard to try to find a place to put them in their house where her babies can't reach lol

User2: Mother is mothering again. Slayed with that dress as usual.😎🫦

User9: fr, I bet my ass everyone was jealous of her because she is pretty, succesfull, happy, has a gorgeous husband and even more gorgeous and cute children... The list could go on.

User6: Ben must be damn proud of his wife. I think I saw him shed a tear while he clapped loudly for her 🥹

User13: the fact that Ben forgets his own password but uses this account freely baffles me... Girl, is he using your phone again?

Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes: No, surprisingly enough he isn't.

User3: WE CAUGHT HER, SHE HAS BEEN THE USER OF THIS ACCOUNT

User7: 🚨🚨🚨 OPEN THE DOOR Y/N WE HAVE THINGS TO TALK ABOUT

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Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes: Only one minute... One minute I left him with our baby girl and he did this. I mean... She looks hilarious and Ben is very proud of his work but did you have to make her like that? She will look at these pictures one day!

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User3: Ben's cheeky grin, knowing that he wouldn't take sofa punishment is more hilarious djdjddj But babygirl Barnes looks so happy 🥹❤️

User6: His shirt was a paid actor lol

User18: That's why babies shouldn't be left with fathers, without guidance... It's never guaranteed if the baby would be glued to the ceiling or lost in the blankets lol

User3: Why does she look like she could take part as the baby in Adams Family? That joyous, blonde baby in fhe movies I mean??

User8: LoL I can see the resemblance now djsjdj she is cute tho I just want to squish her cheeks!

User3: so true! I don't like babies, but babygirl Barnes is an exception.

User6: she is the only baby, including their son, that I would gladly commit homicide for

Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes: As much as I am glad I have an army of protective SIBLINGS for my children, let's not do that 😅

User16: Is that a little bit of belly I see?? Dadbod!Ben??? Anyone?

User6: Okay but... Is it just me or did Ben become more happy and attractive ever since having a family?

user17: Only the best wishes to your family!

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benbarnes: The other half of my soul, my beutiful wife, the mother of our children and the joy of our chaotic yet happy family... There are many titles you have but the best one for me is Mrs.Barnes, happy anniversaries, darling. All the memories we made together (including yes, the mess in the kitchen many times we cooked together) is nothing but perfection to me. My only wish for the future is to be able to make more with our children.

I love you so much ❤️

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Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes: I'm the happiest I ever was, my love. Thank you for the joy you brought me, thank you for being my husband and the father of our children. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you 💐🥹❤️💓

[moonstrider9904]

And so, the last Bad Batch Eve falls upon us.

It is surreal to think that a show that has meant so much to me for three years will come to an end. I've talked about how meaningful TBB is to me many times, and I most certainly will in the future, but I didn't want to pass on the opportunity to do it on the last Bad Batch Eve we'll officially have.

The night before Aftermath premiered, I'd struggled with some pretty bad anxiety. In the weeks following after that and throughout the first season, I dealt with depression and anxiety being diagnosed as well as an ear infection the doctor attributed to said mental illnesses. I went through a pretty bad breakup. The lockdowns were at their peak where I was. But despite that being a rough time, I also vividly remember being in my room at home, my favorite place in the world, eating my favorite food and drinking my favorite relaxing tea, hearing it rain outside, wearing my favorite hoodie and my PJs, watching/rewatching those season 1 episodes. Seeing Crosshair deal with the inhibitor chip seemed to echo some of what I was going through, i.e. having something in your head you couldn't really control. I wondered how afraid he must have felt, and I sympathized with him.

During S2, as Crosshair was off with the Empire, I was off living in my hometown the first time, away from my true home and my family, and I have to admit I was very lost during that time. I did make mistakes. I did return home, and I left it again, albeit now more ready, more prepared, more stable. But it was still a second time leaving home.

S3 Crosshair has all but solidified my intent in going back home and not freaking leaving and I really hope the day in which I can return home to my family the way he did is sooner rather than later. Seeing him grow, own up to his mistakes, forgive and be forgiven, learn to control what's in his head, and heal, feels like a very fitting peak to a journey, a journey that had and still has its ups and downs.

And let's not forget the writing and the fandom. I have written things I didn't think I'd write, things I've loved so much that part of me wants to go back in time and rewrite to experience the joy of doing it all over again (looking at Moonlight here lol). I have also made gifs, which I didn't ever imagine doing! I edited music videos and crack meme compilations, which I had wanted to do for years. Fear not, I'll keep doing all of that - slowly, yes, but not with any less love. Y'all are stuck with me. 😁🩷

And as if all I've mentioned wasn't already very valuable, I cannot forget all the beautiful, wonderful, amazing people I've met because of this show. People who I've learned from, laughed with, cried with, fangirled with, gamed with... every single one of you has been the icing on the cake, the lattice on the pie, the parmesan on the pasta. You have all truly made this worth it and make me love being in the fandom. You give what I do a greater purpose, and you have become people I am happy to call moots and friends. I am over the moon that this show allowed me to cross paths with you. @photogirl894 @rebekadjarin @darthzero22 @arctrooper69 @jedi-hawkins @stardustbee @s-pirth-lemonade @eloquentmoon @sageislostinspring @nahoney22 @freesia-writes @kimageddon @emperor-palpaminty @rainydaydream-gal18 @imabeautifulbutterfly @paperback-rascal @pankeki-25 @dragonrebelrose @dragonrider9905 @questforgalas @lightwise @zoruui @nunanuggets @misogirl828 and everyone else 🩵

I love The Bad Batch and what it's done for my life in so many aspects. I love these characters for their growth and because they were there for me when nobody was, and because they brought me to so many amazing people. I am grateful that this show exists and I cannot wait to keep creating all the stuff I have planned, writing or otherwise.

Thank you, Clone Force 99, and thank you everyone for being a part of this journey!

🩷🌙

[lightofraye]

Hi there!

Per your request, I cropped your name!

Now to your message.

First, aw, wow, thank you for such praise about my blog! I honestly do try. I know I have my bad moments, where I become bitchy, and sometimes I have moments where I am mean. However, there’s a large difference between being human and being a constant emotional abuser.

Ahem. I digress.

Your line about mushrooms made me think of The Dresden Files and a line out of it.

“As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms." "Eh?" "Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.”

― Jim Butcher, Turn Coat

Regarding your description of parenthood… I love it! It’s so true. The first couple of years after my son was born, it was… not easy. I was exhausted, running on fumes, struggled to take care of myself while dealing with an energetic, needy toddler. Being a single parent was hard. Is hard, what am I saying.

I’m inclined to agree with you. From what I’ve seen and heard, Danneel barely spent any time with the twins. I think she’s a bit more bonded with JJ than the twins, but clearly not nearly enough, given the death glare she gave JJ during the NYCC when The Winchesters was announced. (And that got Danneel a dirty look from Jensen!)

As for being a wife… that’s on her, sadly. She doesn’t want Jensen home; she wants him out, at work, all the time. Even when he’d been gone 9 months out of a year for filming Supernatural, she’s not happy when he’s home. So when Supernatural ended and he suggested a vacation through Europe, she said “No. Get back to work.” Wow.

I agree with you. A friend, family, anyone I knew who went through a traumatic experience like that—if I had the money to fly out there, I would in a heartbeat. Even if they called me in the middle of the night, at work, it didn’t matter.

(Also agreed to your message here.)

Yeah, the bit about her twirling her hair was so dull and bland that I was cringing every time it came up! And she’s rapidly losing her beauty… oh wait. She’s completely lost it. Her face is so over-worked, over-filled, Botoxed, face-lifted, you name it—it’s so bad, it’s unrecognizable to the way she originally looked! Otherwise… the gymnastics claim has me suspicious because if she did study gymnastics she would’ve been able to excel at cheerleading! But she didn’t. She did so badly they stuck her in the back so no one would notice she didn’t know the damned moves. Singing? We’ve heard her sing. Horrific. So, the claims of knowing how to play piano? Doubtful. Act? We know she can’t. So….

No skills. No literacy. No intelligence. Just lies through her ass and knows how to torture her husband repeatedly. Not someone to stan at all.

I can’t even believe any claims made about her. Like… French cooking? Doubtful. Italian cooking? Supremely doubtful.

I absolutely love your analysis. Thank you for it! You’re right. She’s never had to struggle, work hard, to do everything she had to survive. She just leeched off everyone—including her own parents! It’s really tragic.

Sad thing is, she’s not even celebrating having a good man as a husband. She tortures him, belittles him, pushes him away. She just loves his money. The children are just benefits to keep that money coming in.

All she is is a gold digger.

I’d feel sorry for her if she was in fact suffering. She isn’t.

The closest I’d ever get to pity is the fact that she’s an empty-hearted person.

(Also, the bit about her voice made me laugh, hard. Thank you.)

[sincerelyyellingback]

This was said in response to this post. I was blocked before I could reblog with my response, so here it is:

I agree with you 100% about which community the deer are supposed to represent, but I don't see how you think that's a good thing. ls it an accurate comparison? Yes, very much so. But is it positive? Not the way I see it.

The deer are leading Tommy further down the path of his own delusions, further away from everyone who ever loved him. That first night in the woods was a very had experience for Tommy. It could have been the wake-up call that Tommy so desperately needed. Maybe Tommy would have accepted himself for the adult human male that he is, if the real deer hadn't encouraged him to continue to pursue his delusions.

And this is where being gay differs from being trans, or a '"therian" (I can only guess at what THAT is. I'm not looking it up because I know that I don't wanna know). I am a homosexual woman. I didn't have to put on a doofy costume, or seek out external validation, or change a single thing about myself or my lifestyle in order for that to be true about me. Because it's ACTUALLY who I am.

I did know that I was diferent from a young age, and l'm aware that the fact that I lost no friends or family because of who I am is a very lucky thing, and not a universal experience among gay people. I was bullied a bit in middle school for being a lesbian, but people got over it eventually, when they realized that my homosexuality had no effect on them. There ARE happy endings for people like me. I can live in the real world as my true self, because "gay" is something that a person can be, with no mental gymnastics required whatsoever. There's nothing "queer" about me. I'm just a normal person.

A human man who tries to become a deer (or even to become a human woman!) is not ever going to be happy, because he is chasing a reality that is not physically possible for him to attain.

Tommy had a great life before he decided to fuck off into the woods. There was nothing wrong with his life, only with his brain. Maybe he should've sought therapy instead.

[athousandbyeol]

stray thoughts on forcebook's acting

honestly, i'm not an OG forcebook fan. i wasn't there from their enchante days. in fact, i started liking forcebook's acting three weeks after a boss and a babe aired. so, i don't know if i'm qualified to state my opinion (because i once posted this on my now-deactivated twitter, and the discourse wasn't pretty), but here goes nothing.

forcebook's commendable acting in a boss and a babe

so, after episode 9 of a boss and a babe, i now believe forcebook are capable of carrying heavy roles. they're dynamic actors, and now it's clear how many facades both gun and cher are wearing. even though i don't watch enchante, from the clips i saw here and there, they've improved tremendously. and kudos to them for their hard work.

gun gungawin, at the beginning of the series, is very stoic, strict and unfriendly. he shuts people down with his signature cold stare. he doesn't have a close friend. he's alone, and he prefers it that way. he overthinks but doesn't show. i personally think gun doesn't like skinship because it creates this bond, and he can't bear the thought of losing that someday (like how he lost thyme). yet, when he meets cher, his walls crumble. he becomes friendlier and happier. he doesn't care about what others think (contrary to how he was before cher). p'force portrayed him really well.

then comes the sunshine, cher saran, the bright and kind of idiotic intern (sorry, cher T_T). he's the mood maker. he's everyone's helper. very selfless because he has a gigantic heart. he ducks every conflict and traumatising emotion like a pro gamer. he cares so much about gun, but doesn't know how to show it with words. he's goofy and silly. and he keeps all the pain to himself. he hides them in the deepest part of his heart because he doesn't want anyone to know. he doesn't like talking about his struggles because that's who cher saran is. but you see the pain in his eyes when the light goes dark. and p'book's ability to distinguish the happy cher and sad cher so smoothly blows me away every single time.

episode 9 is a whiplash of pain, heartbreak, sadness, confusion, betrayal, loyalty, trust, disappointment, true love and sacrifice. i just want to say kudos to forcebook for bringing guncher to life. i shed so many litres of tears last night. i still will cry if i rewatch ep 9.

my bias towards p'aof's works

i'm a huge fan of p'aof (the director/screenwriter of he's coming to me, 1000 stars, bad buddy and moonlight chicken). i adore his works because of his precision in crafting the characters, choosing the most suitable bgms, his vision, the cinematography, the richness of symbolism and metaphor in his works, and his ability to bring out the best in his actors.

i'm beyond excited knowing my beloved jimmysea is now under p'aof's wings with another potentially heartbreaking series, last twilight, soon-to-be-aired this year (or early next year). i know p'aof will trigger all these emotions and potential in jimmysea, and i'm just ecstatic to see them nailing mork and day.

so, i posted this thought on twitter, and some didn't agree. i do understand that p'aof's works can be quite conventional and old school, but hear me out; even though it is, he's so good at it.

and it's funny how when i look at forcebook, i'm like— damn, p'aof really needs to give them a script. i've been manifesting a forcebook + p'aof collab ever since.

perhaps, i am biased. because i like p'aof's style, and i'm confident he has that freaking good script for forcebook somewhere in his stash (or his galaxy brain), and i hope god listens to my prayers. but as always, it's ok to disagree. this post doesn't intend to impose my thoughts on anyone.

so, yes. i just hope one day, forcebook will get a very good script to match their abilities, because god damn it, please don't waste their talents. i'll be furious.

and i hope only friends will be the beginning of forcebook's reign because these men know how to act, and they're nailing it.

[ratstarxx]

alright so idk i just wanted to share an anecdote and my journey as an aroace person.

So this story starts the beginning of my freshman year. my second day really because it was just us on the first. now this needs prefaced by saying, i don’t have a lot of friends. it’s not some sad horrific thing - i mean id like a couple more friends but i’m not keen on a giant group. so at this point i have one solid friend, and i make it through the day like scouting out who’s nice and who i could get along with. my last class of the day is acting and i’ve already seen these people once or twice helping out with drama and i quickly get the understanding that they’re chill and id get along with them. the acting class is in the auditorium and we’re told to sit stage right in like two sections. i just pick a seat way off to the (stage) right, around people but not directly next to anyone. over the next week or so i start settling in and end up joining the big group twords the middle. i sit next to these two friends who i think are pretty cool and they seem to like me.

and the year progresses. i don’t become besties with one or the other but i make friends in general. i’m not sure if i could like become best friends with one of them because they had a really tight bond. like hallmark movie best friends. like the small part that isn’t ineffable about this relationship will be explained later on. but i am making other friends (i’m just gonna go with initials bc these ppl follow me on tumblr) and i become really good friends with w. we have some common interests but generally we just vibe yk.

now i’m gonna skip ahead a couple months to the school class play. all of us are involved in this - the previously mentioned acting friends (m and p) are both actors along with me and w is on stage crew. so one day w and i are mopping the stage or something just talking. i can’t remember exactly how it went but w has a boyfriend and he talks about him sometimes. but w really only refers to them as “my boyfriend” so i’m just going with it and pretending i know who it is. anyway at some point while we’re talking i must’ve said something like “who is your boyfriend btw” and they’re like ohhh l. and i just feel so dumb. they’re always together and interacting and i’m just like how did i not realize. i think about it for like a full day realizing how many things have gone over my head and how oblivious i am. fast forward a week or two to opening night. i’m kinda nervous because this is my first play-and also my first performance but i only had one line and i knew i could nail my characters. i have one bit in scene 3 then i change and im not needed til scene 7 so i mostly sit around and if it wasn’t crowded i sat in the fem dressing room. it’s about intermission time and we’re kinda sitting in a semi circle doing makeup as a bunch of queer (not girl) afabs. we’re talking about past relationships and stuff and coming out when p is talking and they say something along the lines of ‘and my dad was like you seem to be besttt frienddsss with m’. everyone understands and acknowledges it. then i realize. i’m like wtf. and i go ‘you’re with m??’ just lost and they confirm. this was like 10x more obvious than w and l. i have no clue how i didn’t see it. but 3 months in i realized that there relationship was romantic.

i don’t know why i care but i do. i wanted that friendship. i wanted a relationship like that. i thought i could have that if i found the right person. and in a single phrase i realized that i can’t. i know i can’t be in love. i accepted that long ago. but i struggle to accept this. maybe i didn’t believe in true love or whatever before i met them. but the way that they look at each others like they’re all they need. like it’ll be okay as long as they’re together. like i can see the hearts in their eyes. the way that they talk. the way they’re always laughing with each other. they way that they just effortlessly get each other. i don’t want to date them. i mean i’m aroace and lesbian at that. but i am so incredibly jealous. it’s like i see them together and it feels like a dagger in my chest. then i want a dagger in my chest. the jealousy consumes me.

at the beginning of that year i thought i had come to terms with myself. i’m not sure if i have. but i haven’t seen anyone talk about feeling this way, and if you’re like this, you’re not alone. we’re gonna make it through. it doesn’t matter how many friends you have or how relatable they are right now. you’re gonna find your person. and i hope someday i can find a plutonic m to my p

i really struggle with friends. i currently have 2 solid friends that i talk to most days. i know that i’m not either of their number ones. i’m aware that i put in eighty percent of the effort into our relationships. at least with one of them. but i know that people do care for me. and that i may never be able to fall in love, but i still get to be loved. and i still get to love. i just have so many more people to share my love with. i love you.

[unlithour]

On Becoming Jaded

It's a funny thing, to wake up one day and realize that you are jaded. To wonder where it all went wrong. To suddenly feel fond of a urinal.

Then, I couldn't get enough art in my life. I was attending art university as a full time painting student, visiting galleries and museums, watching art house films, and haunting the art book aisle at Barnes & Noble.

Most importantly, I was making so much art that I didn't know what to do with it all. Hardly any of it was good, but it existed.

I watched as other students graduated only to get jobs as baristas and bartenders. So I moved from the East coast to the West coast and pursued a career as a tattooist. It took me about 8 years and a failed brick & mortar business to realize that was not my path.

That failure stopped me in my tracks. After that I half-heartedly attempted to start a small business consulting firm, which I also shut down. Somewhere along the way I lost myself and my self confidence in my art. I became jaded and began to languish in my regrets.

Now, it has been 9 years since I created a single piece of art.

Lying awake at night trying to puzzle out the origin of all this has not wrought any great epiphanies. I wonder if it was the traditional approach of my professors; the insistence that there was no place for illustrative or "low brow" style in the world of fine art. Or the curriculum-mandated "critiques" where my peers sat around my art in a semicircle and told me the ways in which I was insufficient. The gallery and the grant rejections. The incessant gatekeeping. The idea that the only way to become a truly phenomenal artist was to pick a thing and to do it over and over and over.

I actually had a professor that only painted brick walls. Literally, he spent years making paintings of brick walls. Were they the most realistic and beautifully textured bricks ever painted? Yes, they were. But the idea of committing so deeply to one thing horrified me. It still does. I imagined myself sitting in some sad studio apartment for decades perfecting my craft with my only hope for success being of the post-mortem type.

This is why, in traditional art schools, they harp on about the importance of archival materials. Preservation for posterity and what not. Because genuine greatness is ahead of its time and can take generations to be truly seen.

What originally drew me into art was Impressionism. The way Naples yellow could make clouds hanging over a sunset glow. The dashing of paintbrushes across a canvas which most mysteriously formed images. So, I was rather full of youthful disdain when I was exposed to modern art. If Andy Warhol painting cans of soup wasn't lazy enough, imagine my shock when I saw Duchamp's porcelain urinal on exhibit at the Tate Modern. I'd been drinking the kool-aid of artistic elitism and snidely thought to myself, " This is why modern art is not art."

Years later I read about photographer Alfred Stieglitz who wrote a rave review about the toilet saying, "The "Urinal" photograph is really quite a wonder—Everyone who has seen it thinks it beautiful—And it's true—it is. It has an oriental look about it—a cross between a Buddha and a Veiled Woman."

Despite Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain" originally being suppressed by galleries and receiving a number of scathing reviews, it still made it into the annals of art history.

These days Duchamp's urinal makes me smile on the inside, and I'm quite fond of it. There's no evidence to support this, but I like to think that it was his way of thumbing his nose at some dusty professor who told him he'd never make it.

From where I stand now, I feel a sort of camaraderie with the Dada and Fluxus artists. An understanding of the indeterminacy of art. A desire for anti-art. Maybe they too were disillusioned and jaded.

A fellow netizen wrote, "Becoming jaded is about trust. You became jaded when you discovered the world was not the place you trusted it to be." In that vein, I think I trusted that art gave my life meaning and without that I have no direction. I allowed my self perceived failures as an artist to deprive me of meaning and purpose.

I need to find my inspiration again. It may just lay hidden somewhere between Buddha and a veiled lady, behind an ordinary toilet.

[fgfirenation]

THE BEAST BENEATH THE BOARDS PT.4

Leon (Vali) x Huli Jing! GN! Reader

WARNING : MENTIONING OF BLOOD PROBABLY, ANGRY FERAL HULI JING, OBSESSED LEON, A SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT ( I THINK SO ), UNCOMFORTABLE SCENES, (NAME) JOINING THE SHADOW DECREE AGAINST THEIR WILL, OOC LEON ( PROBABLY ), ETC.

MINORS DNI

This probably has mistakes, but I tried my best to edit it.

Now I'm flipping a coin, if part 5 will be a smut or not.

Also this now is going to be 7 parts...

Yeaaah.

Whoopsie!

Total words written : 1222

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It had been 8 full months since the proposal to Hyde and Embla for (Name) to join the Shadow Decree organization.

For Anesidora the whole situation went like a massive hurricane. When learning about the secret experiment without the councilors’ knowledge, Hyde had to be restrained with brute force, because if not, there would’ve been one less researcher in the facility.

Throughout the whole ‘Purgatory’ rage fiasco Leon stood aside as he watched the scientist woman trying to explain herself to the uppers as to why she did this entire mess.

Nevertheless, it was satisfying to see her squirming from fear under the gazes of Hyde and Embla.

And even after that the two uppers allowed (Name) to join the organization.

Against the huli jing’s will.

On top of that it wasn’t pleasant for anybody involved in this. Freddy had to duck down multiple times as to avoid flying objects, which were thrown around by the enraged fox spirit.

Pens, pots, chairs, glass shards, desks. You name it. It immediately became a weapon once it landed in (Name’s) hands.

The mythological being was still put in a cage from time to time, but it was becoming a rare thing, just because getting them near the metal enclosure made it 100 times worse for all guards, who were tasked to lock them up. It got to the point, that even Jeanne almost lost one of her arms in an attempt to help.

Almost, but it was a really close call.

Hyde was starting to think, that there was no way of controlling the creature at all.

But it wasn’t entirely true.

The fox was definitely a huge problem for everybody.

Everyone, except Leon.

Somehow throughout the months they became very attached to the sniper and now they were following him around like a lost puppy. Anesidora feared with the other members, that the creature would try to eat Leon’s soul, draining him completely from the life essence he possessed.

But it never happened. Not even a single hint towards this scenario.

And something more jaw-dropping occurred at one point too. The hitman was really chill around the huli jing and even SMILED, whenever they tried to get his attention.

Not a small smirk or something along those lines. A full-blown grin painted his freckled face as (Name) gripped one of the sleeves of his button-up shirt with a playful smirk making an appearance on their facial features.

Going to the bar club for a talk with Melanie and Leon ordering his glass of milk – both were there. Patrolling around in the middle of the night at some occasions – the fox was right beside him. Chilling in his very own jazz room – an easy guess.

To be honest half of the attacks done by (Name) were happening, because somebody insulted their precious sniper behind his back. It usually ended with somebody going to the infirmary. That included the fox too.

It was impossible to see them separated.

Well, maybe when it was time to hit the bed for a good sleep was the only exception, along with going to the bathroom.

Most weren’t anymore sure about the first one though.

Rumors spread across the facility like wildfire. They ranged from the two going on secret dates to them doing the naughty behind closed doors, especially when most from the organization were sent away on missions and there was nobody else left in the building.

It was kind of hard to believe it, because of Leon being the best gun for hire and him going on multiple missions, but it was still plausible to a certain degree.

And today wasn’t an exception.

The Shadow Decree finally decided to get a day off and for a party to be thrown at dusk. Of course, there were people and Espers, who weren’t really keen on the loud music and the blinding lights, so some rejected the invitation to the party as to enjoy their alone-time better somewhere else.

The redhead was supposed to be one of them, but upon learning the fact, that (Name) wanted to attend the event themselves, his mind quickly made a 180° turn on his previous decisions.

As sunset arrived, he made his way into the biggest room in the facility, that was turned into a club just for the night.

The neon lights with the cacophony of the music crashed together, greeting him not so lightly. The hitman, distracted by the sudden ‘whiplash’, stumbled back just a tiny bit as he tried to regain his senses.

Leon hated to admit this, but these types of things almost made him jump out of his skin. Almost.

With a bit of blinking and a shake from his head, his turquoise eyes scanned the room for a certain huli jing hanging around.

It didn’t take him long as his eyes landed onto them… And a lump formed in his throat, his freckled face going 50 shades of red in a second at the sight.

The outfit (Name) wore only enhanced their gorgeous features as they talked with Bai about opera theater. It was something the two shared as an interest and Bai Liuli finally found an opportunity to babble about her favorite thing without a worry.

However, Leon’s right eye only twitched, because somebody was taking his sweet fox away from him. Him and the fox spirit weren’t dating at all, but something screamed inside of his head like a fire alarm.

Call it jealousy or obsession, but he didn’t like it.

The sniper’s feet swiftly made their way to (Name) and snaked his arms around their waist like a sneaky viper. His chin made contact with one of their shoulders and his stare never left (Name’s) face.

The fox in particular only nodded to Bai as a goodbye, knowing that Leon could get irritated, when they didn’t pay attention to the sad-looking cardboard grumpy cat hitman.

“Took you long enough, Leo? I was starting to think, that I’ll be alone for the rest of the party,” said the huli jing as their (e/c) eyes finally locked with his.

“I had to find something to wear for the event. I couldn’t have showed up in my work clothes, “ responded the redhead as he buried his nose in the back of their neck.

“If you call that work clothes, ok then. “

A small chuckle escaped the fox human and a small hum was released Leon’s lips, his hot breath tickling the back of their neck.

“You look ravishing in this outfit, (Name). “

That sentence left them with a blush 10 times worse than his and them clearing their throat, trying to keep their cool.

“You… also look amazing in this suit of yours, Leon.”

They swore, that they could feel a smirk growing onto his face with every passing second.

“Why, thank you, sweetheart.”

This cheeky bastard.

The music changed to a slow-paced one all of a sudden. An opportunity for an invitation to the dance floor.

The redhead was quick enough to make the first move as he extended his hand out for the huli jing to take.

“Shall we? I know a few tricks for dancing as well, darling.”

This was gonna be one long night for sure.

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WOOOOOOOOO! IT'S FINISHED!

Yeah. It'll be seven parts.

Sorry. Not sorry.

Byeeee!

[vartouhix]

Aloe, chamomile, lavender, poppy

botanical headcanons ; accepting aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

You would think that, with having had family that were sorcerers ("were" because they either died or retired in fear of dying), she would be more used to death. But she's not. It guts Jangmi every. single. time. She was raised by her grandparents because her mother and father both died on missions shortly after she was born. Jangmi often thinks how strange it is that two people who would have been such significant figures in her life were completely snuffed out of her timeline. It is a harrowing thing to think of how they never saw her waddle around in diapers, were never there to dry her tears after coming home from a particularly hard day at school, never joined the clapping at her graduation. She often wonders how life would be different if she had known them. Some people say it's hard to miss someone you never really knew, but in Jangmi's case, that isn't true. Her heart aches for them, in the moments where she dwells on their absence from her life. She doesn't cry anymore, not like she used to as a child, but it still hurts.

For people she does know, like Haibara, she isolates. As much as she wants to let everything out, she fully realizes that approaching Nanami, Gojo, Geto, or Ieri might blow up in her face, as everyone grieves differently. She doesn't want to trigger anyone because she can't handle her feelings by herself--she doesn't want to be a burden. She goes to Yaga-sensei and the school doctor at the time for counseling, but it's not enough. Jangmi cries herself to sleep for months, cries in her sleep as she dreams of him. It's not pretty or tranquil crying, either. It's screaming into her pillow to muffle the noise until her throat is raw and painful. Her pillowcase is soaked by the time she finally wears herself out. Jangmi's eyes are red and swollen when she goes to class the next day, and she can't meet anyone's gaze, knowing how obvious it is. She stays away from the group so they might not pay attention to her; might not notice it. Again--she doesn't want to bring anyone down, remind anyone of the loss, even if it's the elephant in the room.

With casualties on missions--people she doesn't know--she still hurts. All she can think of is Haibara, and how he loved his younger sister, and he had parents, and such a bright future... She thinks to herself, so did these people who lost their lives. No matter how she tries, she can't seem to harden her heart like her colleagues have. She just distracts herself with other things so she doesn't have time to dwell on it. But she loses sleep over those people. Tears make their way down her cheeks as she stares at the ceiling and sees their bodies in the darkness. She takes sleeping medication for those nights.

chamomile : what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ? are they one to be haunted by adversity , or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?

I answered this here. ^^ I want to specify that when I said "haunted by," I don't mean it's something she thinks of every day, but rather that when certain variables start to come together--ones that could potentially weave into becoming that thing that happened before--she'll obsess over it and want full control over the situation. She hopes that, having been through this before, she has enough insight to make better choices, to manipulate things to go better this time around, to avoid the pain. That's when she's "haunted by" it.

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

Jangmi used to be very wary of people, because of all the bullying she endured. She was wary of her fellow students at Jujutsu High until so much time had passed without incident that she finally began to relax a little. In her adulthood, she still has a healthy skepticism about strangers. So many of her bullies had been popular, conventionally attractive people... She knows that anything could be lurking beneath the surface, no matter how beautiful or beloved someone seems to be. However, it's not nearly as bad as it was in her adolescence. Back then, she might have immediately expected bad things of new people she met, whereas as an adult, she feels neutral about them, simply waiting to judge them by their words and actions--and actions more than words. Speaking of which, if her trust is broken, an apology isn't enough. It is, however, the first step, and a required first step, in her opinion, because if you aren't going to own your breach of trust, are you really even trying to mend things? It's in actions that she'll come to trust again.

There are some things that you can't come back from, for her. Killing or torturing innocents, for example. As much as she was smitten with Geto, there is nothing he could say or do that would regain her trust. If he had given himself up, somehow been given the option to be detained in some sort of sorcerer-prison and repent, she would have accepted the terms, might be polite and even cordial with him when they were in proximity, but she would never trust him again. After all, if a switch was suddenly flipped once, couldn't it be flipped again? And in her love life, cheating is something someone cannot come back from. Once someone cheats on her, she cannot trust them again.

poppy : what comforts your muse ?

Jangmi likes to escape into books; it's something she's been doing since she could read. She also always really enjoys physical touch. For example, even with something as simple as a headache, she likes to lean her head on someone's shoulder, or lie her head in their lap and have them play with her hair or pet her head. It just gives her those warm, happy feelings that help her feel better. The smells of lavender and jasmine comfort her, as well. Food smells like vanilla don't really do it for her, because they just make her hungry.