#this has been bouncing around in my head idk if it makes any sense

[homehauntsyou]

can’t stop thinking about the after school special gifset and the difference between sam walking into the teacher's room as an adult and visibly beat up vs being a child and not beat up at all. and like this means Nothing in terms of authorial intent but to me it’s so telling of everything that’s happened - he’s a kid (and this is when you’d probably expect him to be visibly injured) and he’s finally being told that it’s okay if he really does want to get Out. but he’s still there ten years later and he’s talking to this teacher again and now he’s beat up. his lip’s split from the same bully (after being split by dean nine episodes before too) and it’s not only the same as what he didn’t want, it’s so much worse.

[dysfunctionalcreature]

yeah Feyd Rautha and femme!Paul having the most fucked up unhealthy straight relationship to ever exist is fun, but ya know what could be equally as fun in a completely different way? Feyd and Paul having a relationship so similar to the best parts of Jessica and Leto's relationship that it's almost uncanny. Jessica seeing herself in the lovestruck gaze with which Paul watches Feyd whenever she thinks no one else is looking. Or seeing Leto in Feyd's devotion to Paul, his unquestioning loyalty to her.

And maybe Jessica disappoints Leto by birthing a daughter, maybe their relationship grows uncomfortable and distant as a result. But Jessica knows she wouldn't change a thing, because she sees how happy Paul is ruling with her Harkonnen husband.

Jessica ruining (or at least straining) her own relationship with Leto, to give Paul the love and power filled life she deserves with Feyd Rautha

[yanderespamton78]

ARG addis voice headcanons because i have nothing to do with myself but i also feel like im gonna explode

Turnon - N from Murder Drones (might be biased since they act very similar but even so). also after hearing Turnip voice that lil animation i think Turnips voice fits him very well too

Addon - LOOK. HEAR ME OUT. Winter from The Nursery Nurse. Cant find a good example so no link

Slick - idk what the voice filters called but the voice filter on the spooky black dude in this animation. he looks a bit like slick too lol

Pinup - Ok this was how i read it in my head for the first few pin posts but i feel it needs to be updated, even so either the chikn nuggit dog or Crumb's (cuptoast's) voice. again i do think this has changed and i dont read his posts in that voice really anymore but that was my first thought lol

Clickon - i dont really have one for clickon i seriously just cannot think of one for the life of me idk. if i had to pick then itd be Alexis from Schitts creek tho that could be since i was watching it earlier. Or maybe David from Schitts creek hmmmm,,, idk heres a clip of them lol

[missjomarch]

It Used to be Different

Nico Hischier x reader

Warnings: body dysmorphia/insecurity, disordered eating (tiniest bit)

A/n: idk what this is, but I’m in my feels and slightly projecting so here we are. I’m too tired and it’s too late to edit it this but I want to post so sorry for the errors🫶

Nico Hischier doesn’t give two flying fucks about your weight.

You got together when you were both 21, and a lot has changed since then. Including your bodies. Nico doesn’t look the same as he did 3 years ago, having packed on plenty of muscle during his time in the NHL, and neither do you. Lately, you’ve become increasing aware of the relatively new changes to your body and can’t help but wonder when you began to let yourself go. It was nothing excessive, just a few extra pounds and maybe some new stretch marks here and there. But as a hockey girlfriend who’s always in the public eye, you were over analyzing everything. Nit-picking your appearance before the media could do it for you. You knew Nico would disappointed to hear your thoughts about yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You were busy, having just graduated college and in the middle of earning your masters degree, and had hardly any time to maintain a workout routine. And the “second puberty” you’d heard women talk about hitting in their mid-20s was no joke. Your body definitely didn’t bounce back like it used to after a night out at 21.

You had been upset over it for 2 weeks now, and Nico was beginning to notice. You weren’t eating as much and were quieter than normal. The first few days you were able to chalk it up to stress, but your boyfriend was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with that answer. You currently paced your shared room trying to picking your outfit for the game tonight. Nico watched from the bed as you grabbed item after item, throwing it on before taking it right back off and discarding it roughly. He knew you were indecisive, but it had never been this bad. And you had never particularly cared about your gameday outfits, caring more about the game than having the perfect red and black WAG attire. He watched intently as you continued your charade, slight confused as to why you would barely look into the mirror you stood in front of. The pieces began to click in Nico’s mind as he noticed the way your eyes caught on your figure in the mirror when you were in between tops, his heart breaking slightly as he noted the disgust in your eyes. He got up off the bed, slowly making his way over to you. You stood still now, staring at the mess you created on the floor as you sensed your lover’s movement behind you.

Nico reached to touch your arm cautiously, not wanting to startle you. When you didn’t react he moved to slide his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his bare chest.

“What’s wrong, love?” Nico questioned, his other hand came up to move your hair away from your neck. You still didn’t reply, not even as Nico began placing soft kisses to your shoulder. He lifted his hand to your cheek to turn your face to his, his brows turn downward in concern. “Baby?”

Your eyes glistened with tears as you finally turned your face to him. Nico’s heart shattered at the broken look on your face, and he wondered just how long you’d been suffering without him knowing.

“Do you…” you stuttered slightly, exhaling strongly to steady your nerves, “Do you still think I’m beautiful?” You lifted your eyes to meet his.

Nico gaped back at you, not understanding how you could ever think he saw you as less than perfect. He turned you around to face him and brought both hands up to rest on the sides of your face. His thumbs swiped quickly at the tears that had spilled.

“Baby, you’re still as perfect as the day I met you. More so, even.” He insisted, leaning to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Your hands gripped his wrists that framed your head.

“But I don’t look the same. I used to be so much smaller and-”

“I don’t look the same either, y/n. We were still kids when we got together. And over the past 3 years I’ve had the privilege of watching you grow into an incredibly strong, successful, and self-sufficient woman. And I’ve loved every second of it. I never thought you could get any more beautiful than when I first laid eyes on you, but boy did you prove me wrong,” Nico shook his head, still in slight disbelief. You leaned up to place a soft kiss to his lips.

“God I love you,” you mumbled into the kiss. You felt Nico’s lips curve into a slight smile.

“I love you more, but I wish you wouldn’t tear yourself down like this. I can’t stand to see you upset.”

“I know,” you agreed, “it’s just so hard.”

Nico sighed and pulled you into another kiss, this one more intense than the last. You pulled away, your breathing slightly labored. But Nico was immediately pulling you back in by your chin.

“Let me show you,” he mumbles.

“What?”

Nico pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes as he says, “let me show you how gorgeous you are.” All you can do is stare back at him, “okay?”

You nodded, unable to give any verbal confirmation as you wonder what he has planned. Soon you’re being scooped up and walked to the bed.

Nico worshipped you like never before, it felt like he spent hours on his knees before you. He must’ve kissed every inch of your skin at least twice, and he never let go of you as he proved to you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

[ghostofhyuck]

spoilers for my next series!!! it's a dark fantasy series and i did add a bit of yandere them there but not all?? honestly renjun and jaemin's story isn't that much of a yandere lol, idk about the others too actually BUT it's a dark fantasy tho. (just a tmi lol but yandere fics were the first fics that i read here on tumblr LOL) but anyways, dropping these and bouncing off. I'm so excited with this one! will be able to finish this before my grad!! (also i'm 6/7 done! yay!! just halfway through chenle's)

Ghost! Mark Lee

“He’s my ex-boyfriend,” she said casually. You watched as she placed the picture in between the pages. 

“Is his name Mark Lee perhaps?” you asked. 

Her eyes widened. That’s when you started to feel more nervous. 

“How did you know him?” she asked. 

That’s when you decided to grab your phone and open your gallery to show her pictures of you and Mark together. 

“These are all blurred dear,” she said as she looked at the photos. “It won’t make sense too, Mark’s been dead for almost twenty years now.” 

Merman! Huang Renjun

But he merely shrugged, “I don’t know why. The ocean’s too beautiful to be avoided, people are just scared to discover it.” 

“That’s what they told me,” you only let out a sigh. “That the ocean’s so beautiful that we can’t see its danger.” 

You heard Renjun laugh. “The ocean’s not dangerous! Look at it! It’s so peaceful, I live in the ocean and trust me, the ocean is far dangerous from it.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Do you want to see it for yourself?” 

An invitation. You can feel your heart beating fast. You glance at the body of water and you can feel yourself gulping.

Monster! Lee Jeno

You cursed under your breath as from the shadow, the monster slowly crept out into the night’s light. Your eyes went wide. 

They never taught about the figure of the monster. About its identity or what it looks like. Throughout your life, all you know is that it's a monster who lurks around the woods. 

But the creature in front of you is no monster, hell he can even be a god with his figure. The monster who’s form is a man, who’s body is as if the gods carved themselves so that your people can worship him. And oh his face, it’s no horror at all. Even the goddess of beauty would be envious of his face

Still, he’s a monster despite his looks. You can sense his aura all over him. It’s scary and intimidating, he looks like he’s about to devour you any minute. 

Dead Man! Lee Donghyuck

“Maybe next time,” then he stands up. “You should rinse off now, it’s dangerous for you to be alone.” 

His words remind you of something. That’s when you decided that’s enough for you. So you rise off from the dock’s ladder. Ignoring Haechan’s gaze at your body. You passed by him to grab your towel but you turned around to him. 

“Is it because of the dead man?” you asked. 

You saw how his forehead creased, “the dead man?”

“It’s a myth here, my friend said,” you pointed. 

“It’s a hoax, like bigfoot,” Haechan explained, placing his hands on his pants’ pockets. “You still believe in that shit?”

You only shake your head, “not really, it’s my first time hearing about it.” 

Deity! Na Jaemin

“I’m just kidding yn,” he took it back immediately. “I was just curious about the human who was lured by the spirits.” 

“Why would you be curious, I’m just an ordinary girl,” you laughed. 

“You got lured in your sleep,” Jaemin pointed out. From there, you watch as he removes a ring from his finger and drops it on the palm of your hand. “Wear it, it’s a protection.”

But you only sheepishly smiled as you returned it to him. “I don’t believe in spells and protective objects Jaemin, I’ll be okay.” 

“I insist,” Jaemin gives it back to you. “What if I’m not there in the woods? It has my power, they’ll know that you’re under my protection.” 

You only let out a sigh as you looked at the golden ring. It looks old, carved like the root of a tree with a peridot gem in the middle. You slipped on your ring finger and was surprised that it fits perfectly. 

Vampire! Zhong Chenle 

“What do you mean?”

“You can be honest with me, if your friends just made a bet to date me or something, you can now tell me because I don’t have any plans of making myself look like a fool,” you explained, letting out a small sigh. “If you’re doing this because you’re bored, find another girl.”

“You got to stop reading romance novels in your past time,” Chenle mocked instead. “I’m not that type of guy yn, if you want, fine I like you.” 

“Stop fooling around —”

“I’m not, and if you find yourself doubting me, it’s okay,” Chenle said with a serious tone. “Because I’ll prove to you that my intentions are genuine.” 

That’s how you ended up being courted by Zhong Chenle.

Alien! Park Jisung

You watched as he scrolled through the book, opening a page that he seems to be familiar with. 

“Alien,” he muttered. “That’s me right?” 

You only nod, watching for his reaction. He seems to be confused with it. 

“Well, if I was on your planet, I’m the alien,” you said with a joking tone. 

“Oh, that makes sense,” Jisung said. He glances at the window, and the room falters into silence. 

“Do you miss them Jisung?” you asked.

He then looks at you and smiles, showing off his sharp canines. “I do, but you’re here. That’s why I don’t feel lonely at all.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

A Monster Made Human - A Copia One Shot

The Ghouls all semi-isolated themselves as they grieved, which was a custom that he expected as they were still grieving Sunshine too. He would go about his days, trying his best, then sobbed all his face paint off, feeling entirely unworthy of it. He had failed to protect his flock, his Ghouls, his tesori. What good could he still do? He was advised to let the new Ghouls come to him, so he waited for Phantom and Aurora and neither ever came. The others didn’t come to him nearly as much anymore – and somewhere deep down he knew the truth behind it was because having to acclimate two new summons was a big effort – but he couldn’t help but wonder if they all saw him as the monster he saw in the mirror. Or, The best way to summon a new Ghoul is to use the blood of the old. And Copia has a lot of guilt when he must say goodbye to Aether and Sunshine...

Words: 1.4k

Rating: Mature

Tags: Copia needs a hug, character death, ritual k!llings, heavy angst, guilt, idk how to tag this pls send help.

A/n: Technically this is part of my fic Even The Brightest Stars Burn Out but I'm pretty sure it can be read without having read that first.

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    Copia felt his soul weighed down with lead as he walked away from the summoning room. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want either of them to go. None of it made any sense and, despite being Papa, he was powerless to stop it.

    When he rose to his current station, he took those Ghouls under his wing, he knew he would have to say goodbye one day. He instantly said goodbye to Zephyr so that Cumulus could be summoned from their blood.

    Now, he had Phantom and Aurora.

    Poor Sunshine, left completely oblivious to being selected for a ritual. Copia was whisked away as soon as they got back from tour and couldn’t get a minute to send any warning before they were all filing in. He didn’t want to do it. He wanted to turn that dagger on himself, on the Clergy, anyone but his Ghouls. His precious Ghouls…

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    “Sunshine, cara,” Copia said, his eyes welling and voice cracking already, some Ghouls already caught on to what was going to happen, “The altar, per favore.”

    Sensing the terror and sadness and grief from her pack, she looked at Copia and her eyes started to well.

    Copia’s Ghouls all knew Italian, so in his mother tongue he told her, “They are making me. I am so sorry; I don’t want to.”

    “Papa,” Sister Imperator said, “we must hurry if we want the best results.”

    Copia nodded and looked back to Sunny.

    She was so beautiful. Her eyes took after her namesake, and her orange curls were always usually bouncing with her vibrant aura. Copia had always been fascinated with her horns as well. They had a brown tinge to them and were dusted with charcoal from the pointed tips down, curling around her head slightly in a display of her three affinities – Fire, Earth and Air – meeting in harmony. Her horns were also run through with gold cracks of sunlight that shone ethereally and lit up a room.

    Copia would never be able to leave behind the mental image of that sunlight dying out with her soul.

    He didn’t care about what the Clergy thought after he drove that dagger into her. What little time he did have before having to commit this atrocity was spent looking at one of the few Ghoul Physiology and Anatomy books in his study so he knew where would bleed out quickest, and leave Sunshine suffering for the least amount of time. After he pulled the dagger out, golden blood running from her wound, he beckoned his Ghouls over. They all huddled around Sunshine, making sure she felt loved and as safe as she could as she went to the Beyond.

    He summoned Aurora, with what little energy he could muster, then he fell to his knees. The dagger falling to the ground with a ringing clatter. He couldn’t explain it, but the echoes of the reverberating metal almost sounded like Sunshine’s laughter.

    It was only a few days later when Copia was called into Sister’s office, and told there would be another summoning for a Quintessence Ghoul. Aether had been Copia’s right hand for the last decade, near enough. He didn’t want to say goodbye to another Ghoul ever again.

    “We can do the summonings without the bloodshed. Cirrus, Swiss and Rain, Satanas, even Sunshine herself, were all summoned without the murder of another!” Copia protested.

    “They were summoned without, and they were your most difficult summonings yet. The energy and element in the blood strengthens the link to the next soul. That Quint has served his purpose, and more. It is time for some changes.” Sister told him.

    Copia stormed out, cursing in Italian under his breath. He hyperventilated in his study, already begging Aether’s forgiveness even though the Quint was blissfully unaware on the other end of the Ministry.

    Maybe that’s how the rumours spread, because not too long after the pack asked if it was true. Copia felt the entire cosmos weigh him down as he nodded, and swore to Aether he’d find a way to keep him alive. He even made his promise in the Ghoulish custom; he knelt down, and grabbed Aether’s arm up by his elbow. He looked Aether straight into the eye too.

    He failed his promise, and a few days before his death, Aether came up to his office.

    “I know the effect the blood has on the summonings, and I need to ask something of you.” He said.

    “Anything, il mio caro demone.”

    “I need you to add this rune to the summoning circle.” Aether held up a piece of paper that was a scan of one of the library books.

    “A family rune?” Copia asked, already knowing where this was going.

    “I have a feeling that Phantom’s getting summoned soon. It needs to be to here. I know summoning them to a pool of my blood is cruel, but they need the pack. The pack needs them too.” Aether said.

    Aether’s pride and joy had been the little sibling he was forced to leave behind in Hell. The one that watched him leave and had nothing to return to. They were all each other had following the deaths of their parents.

    “The rune, it’ll call to anyone with my blood. If they’re still alive, which I’m almost certain they are, Phantom’s the only one left of our family. I know it won’t set anything in stone, but… can you please try?” Aether’s voice cracked.

    “Y- you want me to care for them?” Copia couldn’t quite believe the trust that Aether was putting in him.

    “Yes. It has to be here. The pack, you, the project. They have to come here. A prophecy my Ma had years ago… made no sense at the time but now I know this is what it was about. They have to come here. Please, please promise you’ll try.” Aether begged.

    “Of course I will, you have my word. I’m honoured you trust me.” Copia said genuinely. Everyone knew how much Aether adored his little Bug.

    When they all filed back into the summoning room that day, Copia begged Aether’s forgiveness and felt completely unworthy as Aether granted it immediately.

    Aether, having had notice for his death, had spent the night previous receiving what was essentially the last rites for Ghouls - runes and oils and spells all over him to protect his soul into the Beyond.

    Copia helped Aether sit on the altar, said a last prayer, and drove the dagger straight into Aether’s chest. The pack all surrounded Aether, who did his best to show no reaction to the pain, and Dewdrop was right by his head, holding his gaze as he left.

    Swiss and Mountain had to combine their strength to hold Dew back as Copia drew the summoning circle, adding in the extra rune, and started chanting.

    It was way too bittersweet when Copia later found out he did indeed summon Phantom.

    Copia’s heart weighed heavy with what he had done. When he’d done the same to Zephyr, all those years ago, there was Aether to help him through it all. Now there was no one.

    The Ghouls all semi-isolated themselves as they grieved, which was a custom that he expected as they were still grieving Sunshine too. He would go about his days, trying his best, then sobbed all his face paint off, feeling entirely unworthy of it.

    He had failed to protect his flock, his Ghouls, his tesori. What good could he still do? He was advised to let the new Ghouls come to him, so he waited for Phantom and Aurora and neither ever came. The others didn’t come to him nearly as much anymore – and somewhere deep down he knew the truth behind it was because having to acclimate two new summons was a big effort – but he couldn’t help but wonder if they all saw him as the monster he saw in the mirror.

    Because surely, he deserved every single part of their wrath. He knew he did. He is a monster. More monstrous than the Ghouls he summoned and failed to protect. He convinced himself he would never be forgiven, that any love the Ghouls had once shown would never be seen again. Copia knew that he would never be able to forgive himself for it, and so never put any particular effort into it. What good would it do when he deserved to suffer the punishment for the heinous sins and atrocities he had committed?

    Copia could never see a single day where he could look at himself, and not see anything but pure monstrous evil staring back at him.

One shot master post can be found here

[prythianpages]

OK so.. I saw your post about taking suggestions for part two of Be Safe (which really I enjoyed BTW) and I have a few loose ideas that you are more than welcome to use - if inspiration happens to strike you from the random scenarios that have bounced around in my crazy head.

Az overhearing a couple of males talking disrespectfully about his mate, in particular her body. It really irks him and he confronts them about it, scaring the hell out of them in the process. Only for his mate to walk in at the end of the confrontation and be like "what's going on?"

I always loved thinking of a moment where Az would walk in on his mate sleeping while curled up under his cloak. Because let's be real, using his cloak as a blanket would be very cozy and soothing because I'm sure it would smell heavenly. And since their mates, his scent would probably bring her a sense of comfort. But since the bond has not snapped for her yet, he's not sure how to react, so he just let's her be - although his heart just swells at the sight.

Also the thought of Az's shadows behaving differently for his mate is just so cute. There's a few that will always trail behind her as she walks to the library, floating around her as she goes about her day. Maybe there could be a scene where someone even comments on the shadows that hang around her and she's just a bit oblivious as to what it means. Someone could comment like "I've never heard/seen of his shadows acting like that around anyone else" and she's just like "oh really?" (like girl, come on 😒)

Another little scene I imagine is waking from a nightmare and wondering (somewhat half asleep) to Az's room. He senses that she's approaching or maybe his shadows tell him of that fact, but either way she's in the hallway still hesitant to knock and he quickly opens the door, knowing something is wrong. After a bit of an angsty conversation about why she's even there in the middle of the night, she admits something like "because I feel better in your presence, safe, at peace" and at those words he's about to just fall to his knees.

IDK girl, that's all I've got right now. I hope this message isn't too overwhelming, but I got a little excited when I saw your post. Again, you don't have to use any of these ideas.. or use them all, whatever you wish! I just cannot wait to read more of your Azriel fics. Hope you're taking care of yourself in the process though 🤍

omg all of these are so good! had me squealing and kicking my feet, imagining writing them out 🥺 I was thinking about a comfort scene after a nightmare too! I wasn't sure if I wanted Az or reader to have the nightmare. If reader has the nightmare, it would follow the scenario you wrote. If Az has the nightmare it'd be of him losing you to Helion lol and his shadows would be the one to wake you and bring you to him. It's look loosely like this (so let me know which one would be preferred. To comfort or be comforted) :

“Did you have a nightmare?” “Something like that,” Azriel grumbles. “You’ve been so grumpy lately. What’s gotten into you?” “Nothing,” he replies all too quickly. “You know what would make you feel better?” “What?” “Cuddles.”

I definitely would love to incorporate these into the next part! And if by chance some of the ideas don't make it, I wouldn't mind writing drabbles/another one shot over them.

Thank you so much!!! 🥺💙

[cloud-somersault]

This is in reference to your most recent post, but I honestly get so confused when people who watch LMK haven't read or at least done research on the source material(JTTW) because I feel like it dampens their experience of appreciating the characters. 

JTTW, which is what LMK is referenced from, is rich with tradition, meaning, and culture. Not understanding JTTW gives you a very one dimensional approach to all the characters but especially Wukong since he is currently one of the only original JTTW figures from the main cast. And in misunderstanding Wukong’s source material means that people really don’t understand shadowpeach like they should. 

Even if we were to only go from the context of the show, shadowpeach started out super toxic. LMAO! These guys were at each other’s throat constantly and were not amicable at all. The appeal is the fact that it is alluded to/shown that these two used to have a very close relationship but something happened to separate them. That’s where the intrigue begins, that’s what gets the gears turning in the viewer’s head. Something happened to make them this way and we want to know! In JTTW canon, Wukong did kill Macaque and it was actively against Buddha’s requests not to. Bro did not care, lol.  I think it is also important to realize that LMK and JTTW are still different BUT it’s honestly quite foolish, in my opinion, to completely disregard the book it is based on. And there’s nothing wrong with fans taking canon things from JTTW and applying it to LMK. Especially if it’s their own fanfiction or interpretation(like your fic). It has been a common theory that Wukong killed Macaque(pretty much since the show started), especially given a lot of the evidence we have been presented with. Disregarding one of the writer’s statements, it’s completely reasonable to make the connection between JTTW and LMK that Wukong did kill Macaque. Especially considering we are shown in the third season a flashback that they did have a violent brawl before his supposed death and subsequent resurrection. 

Shadowpeach IS inherently toxic, especially before there’s any character growth between them, and I personally feel like it’s okay to acknowledge that and embrace it. I understand people tend to gravitate away from any forms of toxicity because, yeah, it feels weird saying you like a ship of two people who hate each other. But that’s the fun thing about enemies to lovers! And shadowpeach has so much more depth to it because it can be interpreted in so many different ways. I wholeheartedly believe that their versatility and depth as a ship is largely the reason why they are one of the biggest ships in the fandom. And their depth comes from the fact that they are inherently flawed characters.  

This need to uphold Sun Wukong on a pedestal he does not deserve ultimately ruins the thing that makes them special. And that's how undeniably human he is. Someone wouldn’t know that just from watching LMK, especially since the show either glosses over the darker parts of JTTW or alters them entirely. Stripping Wukong specifically of the overflowing amount of wonderful source material he has completely dumbs down the beauty of his character. I think playing around with the idea that he did kill Macaque(in regards to LMK canon) doesn’t really change where they come from very much. Idk if anyone else has noticed, but the season 4 special is obviously still not the full picture. That little fight in the mountain is 100% not what makes them hate each other so much. That much animosity for an altercation like that?? It doesn’t make any sense. We still don’t have the full picture, and people are basing their attitude towards each in seasons 1-3 on insufficient evidence. 

Anyway, sorry lol. Seeing people not appreciate shadowpeach for the mess it is makes me so unbelievably disappointed and frustrated(especially if they know nothing about JTTW) and the internet is a great place to bounce off opinions. I promise this isn’t directed towards anyone in particular and it doesn’t come out of anger, I just think there is a common misunderstanding of shadowpeach’s complex foundation and I refuse to stand for it. /lh /nm

Okay, my weird rant is over, haha. I completely understand your irritation with comments like that, though, and I am so sorry you have to deal with them. 

Damn, I don't really have anything to add to this. I think you said it all. I can pack it up and go home LMFAO Can this be my new pinned post

Oh, I will say one thing. The fandom is def afraid or in denial that shadowpeach, in any iteration, is toxic. In order for it not to be, they'd have to be grossly out of character, and then guess what friends? That's not shadowpeach!

But a lot of people do that and are content with that. Which, okay, but stay off my porch LMFAO

[sorchathered]

Outer Range spoilers under the cut, you’ve been warned bbs

Ok, I just finished the season, didn’t have a chance to binge after getting back from Japan and hitting the ground running but I managed to avoid spoilers thankfully.

1. Episode one almost felt like a completely different show, I knew from the beginning that a new showrunner meant a direction change but it didn’t seem to have that odd obscure factor to it last season had. Rhett content is mostly what I am here for and thankfully while fleeting he made sure to stand out with his endearing panic over all the cats in the hotel and all the ridiculous faces he pulled. Billy being alive and getting some musical content was exactly what I hoped for, Noah Reid is a scene stealer and I adore him.

2. Helloooo young Royal, I honestly didn’t think I’d find you appealing but something about your arms nearly busting the sleeves of that pearl button up got me going. Perry is almost human in these scenes with his father, I have been a huge member of the fuck Perry Abbott fan club so if I’m giving him a compliment just know it’s shocking me too. Rhett finding out about Amy tore my heart up, he may be done with his family but he loves his niece with all of his heart. Maria once again gives me the ick, she consistently proves time and time again that she doesn’t know anything about Rhett but she enjoys the attention he gives her. I think she is just using him to get out of Wabang and it could really have been anyone who gave her the time of day to sweep her away from that town, Rhett just happened to be mooning over her enough that she finally took notice.

3. While I am still on the fence about this new showrunner and the direction, RHETT’S NAKED ASS ��

Lew still wins the battle of the top gun boys in the best ass around battle, I’m sorry but you could bounce quarters off that thing it is perfection.

Luke Tillerson is a weirdo fuck boy, dude you are a pos as a brother and now you think your purpose is to follow autumn around like a puppy. I’d say grow up but I think that you don’t have the ability.

4. Idk that we needed an entire episode about Joy, but I did enjoy this one. It gave us more insight into how the past can change the present through the hole and while it didn’t make much sense in the rules of time travel I did like seeing how it changed things in Royal’s life and joy’s little one finding the picture with her mom in it from the 1880’s.

5. That choking scene finally makes more sense in the context of Cecilia’s dream. Lily Taylor has been crushing it this season, her character development has been phenomenal. I feel like the interpretation of the dream was something I would need to watch a few times to really understand, but I felt so much for her in that moment. Amy and Autumn having a psychic connection during Autumn’s trip with the mineral was crazy, I’m glad she got her memories back but she just continues to puzzle me more and more.

6. This episode was WILD. So much packed into an hour. I agree with everyone else that this Rhett/Dr Nia subplot was fucking weird, I get it though get your bag baby. He didn’t get nearly enough time for us to understand why he wanted to do it or what drove him to do something that felt so out of character for him. Rip Billy, you were far too camp and fabulous for this world and you deserved so much more, Luke and Autumn’s creepy sexual tension strikes again and I haaaattteee it. Royal did the right thing for once sending Perry back, he needs to get his shit together and somehow young Royal seems to be the only level headed person right now (insanity!).

Joy has got some serious PTSD, I am so glad her wife is understanding but she needs to speak to someone, it’s going to boil over soon enough.

7. I meant to discuss everything with Rebecca but now is as good a time as any. When Autumn says that she only took Amy out of spite it really tied it all together. She never loved Perry, she probably never loved Amy, she seems extremely selfish and childish and I feel for Amy because she doesn’t have anyone right now. She thinks she can trust the people she knows from back home and that backfires horribly in her face. When Autumn shows Rebecca the vision and I realized the whole thing is about Amy being a sacrifice for the hole I felt a pit in my stomach. This poor child has been through hell, and now she doesn’t have any choice but to be thrust into becoming the person Autumn is engineering her to be. Perry saving Trevor came at such a weird cost, I audibly gasped when I realized what was about to happen. I can’t imagine how weird that must be, carrying your own corpse home to lay it to rest and realizing that you have a chance to change everything. But again the rules of time travel don’t seem to apply here, because I don’t think Wayne would have thrown himself in the hole if Trevor was still alive in his present, and it would have changed every single circumstance that brought them to this point.

Regardless the season was ok, plot was hard to follow (more than usual) and in some scenes it felt like I was watching a totally different show. I think I like that we can continue to write our fics about Rhett and that the show didn’t alter our perception of him as much, but I also think he should have had more time. His character development was almost non existent, like @delopsia and I were talking about the other day, they should have rustled up a few of us Rhett writers and we could have really crushed this season. I’ll continue to live in delulu fanfic land because as much as I was excited for this season it just wasn’t what I hoped for.

[bluiex]

Yes I wrote this instead of going to bed and rest for my exam. Idk, I just saw that ask (or might’ve been the discord server...) that said vex and allay are the same species, just one is more like nesting and stuff and the other is more protector role, and that's why Scar and Cub are the exception. Plus the fact that vexes and allays are technically fae, so, fuck gender and pronouns, imma right?

Cub uses it/its pronouns and Scar uses fae/faer pronouns. Also, they're in a qpr, I've decided, you can't change my mind that Cub is Scar's safe person (also bc fuck anatonormativity)

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As much as it loves its friend, it can’t live in this organized chaos fae often surrounds faerself in. It disheartens it every time it has to kick fae out of their shared space to have one ounce of organization. After it promised faer to take less than a day to clean up the mess (fae complains it’s not a mess, fae can find faer stuffs rather quickly in this so-called mess), its wings flutter a mile per second to keep it floating. They aren’t meant to do that, but drastic measures are needed in drastic situations. 

It starts by sorting their items, getting rid of faer chests monsters before they could grow past their full potential. The motion of opening chests and closing them relaxes it, lulling it to a sense of false security. A chest for plants, a chest for wood, a chest for stone, a chest for bits and bobs, a chest for tools, a chest for ores, and a chest for building materials. All of them at a reachable distance. It knows how much fae loves faer building materials, and makes sure to label this chest with faer name on it. 

Next, (while it finds embarrassing calling it that, fae insisted on the choice of word despite them not being mated) their nest needs some rearranging. It searches in the newly organized chest for nest material, soothing a part of itself buried deep in its subconscious. 

Fae would always complain how it was amazing at building nests despite being faer job to be great at it. It would simply say fae could decorate the shared space and build stuff surrounding it. Fae often ended up building a whole garden surrounding their nest, finding joy in listening to a music disc and the calming sense of strategically placing dirt and plants. 

It pats the nest to see if it passes the comfy test. To its satisfaction, it does, and it surveys the room to see if there’s anything else it needs to organize before fae terraforms and decorates their shared space.

It doesn’t have time to check as the door opens with a bang!, making it jump in surprise.

“You’ll never guess what I found!”

It turns to see its friend holding some dirt in faer hands. It raises an eyebrow, flying down to meet up with its friend,shoulder blades slowly releasing tension from the constant fluttering. Fae bounces on faer feet.

“An enderman gave me dirt! Who knew endermen liked allays.”

It smiles slightly. Fae approaches the pile of chests, stops in faer tracks at the signs and places the dirt in its corresponding chest. 

“Oh!” Fae turns around to face it. “I may have stolen some shards of amethyst and diamond hoes too.”

It laughs. “Scar!”

“The last one I stole is broken!” Scar protests in faer defense. “I can’t find any mending books!”

“Not even in the nearest village?”

Scar takes a deep breath. “Cub, as much as I like to think I’m confident, going any further than 2 miles from the mansion scares me.”

Cub tries to stifle a laugh, but at Scar’s glare, it knows it failed, thus decides to burst out laughing. Scar pouts and crosses faer arms, which makes Cub cooing at faer little dramatic pout.

“I thought you liked going on adventures.”

“Only with you.”

Cub calms down and presses its face on top of Scar’s head, purring in forgiveness. Scar groans, but purrs in response, searching for its hand before placing faer palm against itself, the amethyst shard softly twinkling under faer magick. 

They stay like that, switching to rest both of their heads on the other’s shoulder. Scar brings their lanced hands between them. Cub hears the sweet melody Scar often hums when fae’s alone or trying to fall asleep. It wants to hum the melody too, but it knows it will fail miserably and doesn’t feel like breaking this moment. 

Scar brings their hand to faer face, scenting them and the shard, dimming the twinkling and ending their moment. 

“Love the new set up, by the way,” fae murmurs. Cub hums in response.

“Made it spacious enough for you to add the final touch.”

Scar lets out a laugh and leans backwards to look at the room, hand still in Cub’s. 

“D’you think you can do a sorta chandelier above us?”

Cub looks up and shrugs.

“I’ll have to make plans and check, but I think I can try.”

Scar smirks. “Good, ‘cause I have this idea in my mind and it involves that.”

Cub replicates that smirk. “Oh yeah?”

Scar proceeds to tell it about faer plan for their shared space, getting really excited at adding pops of color and at haggling with the students in the mansion and the villagers. It can’t help but also be excited when it sees that spark in those green eyes and animated hands.

“Well now I have to see if we can put a chandelier.”

Scar bounces on faer feet, rubbing the amethyst in one hand. “I’m so glad you’re embarking on my crazy ideas.”

“It’s not crazy as long as it’s possible,” Cub grins.

Scar grins, showing sharp teeth despite being an allay. “I like your thinking, my friend.”

-- bloop anon (convex most beloved <333, giving us the fae content scott smajor is too much of a coward to provide himself (is coping), also can you tell im touch starge haha :,) )

UWAAHHH I LOVE THEM AND THEIR PRONOUNS <333

[yourl0cal1ncorporealb3ing]

TW VENT AT SOME PARTS

(ALSO NONE OF THIS PROOF READ SO IT MAY NOT BE LEGIABLE I just wroet this and i already forgot half the stuff i wrote)

y'know the mix of horrid chronic fatigue and insatiable numbness and the dissociation just makes me feel like I missing out on life, I yearn to go outside, to go play, to have fun, just run around but I cant. I sit in my room on tumblr or youtube wasting the day away wishing I did something more productive. I feel like a husk of person I feel like Im in a movie theater alone watching the most boring movie ive ever seen, I feel lonely while also being too socially drained to watch and respond the the video my friend sent me. Not to mention when my parents used to fight, my moms road rage/anger issues, it caused me to fucking terrifed of conflict so sometimes I minimize my needs when around other people and constantly asking about things and if im doing it right but also worrying if im annoying them with all my questions because my grandma has gotton mad at me for that before i think either that or it was me asking why she loved my cousin more than me because she yelled and fought with my dad because i wouldnt give my cousin my fukcing chicken nuggets my dad bought for me like fuck you i mean im sorry grandma

The anxiety and hyperactivity of my ADHD spikes up at night so either i got to sleep and wake up in 13 hours or I can stay up till 4am, go to sleep and wake 13 hours (Just feeling a lot worse). Im literally shaking as I write this and i can tell if im just so fucking restless even if im fucking tired (its 3:38am) or anxiety or the entire kiwi strawberry monster I just drank Its ok im drinking water a lot of it i just need to get my thoughts out of my head because its like a thousond of the dvd bouncing tv screen in my head rn idk if its getting better idk if im gonna post this too maybe idk any ways im shaking oh btw i might have non-diabetic hypoglycemia and i have to get a bunch shots next week and I really hate the doctors it always makes me really scared and uncomfy n shit and idk why damn im shaking a lot. I almost freaked out bc i cant find my charger and my tablet almost died but i have another one ive been using so i just used that but i want to know where my charger went :(

istg ive been eating fucking pasta for the lat 3 weeks and i hate it i hate it i hate it HATE it every. fucking. meal. I cant. I have comfort foods I like and its mostly carby food like pasta so i eat pasta alot but since our oven stopped workin its all i know i can make that easy and i laike it but i secretly dread it so i have been eating a lot of candy to keep my brain happy but im not i should be happy ive been hanging with my frinds and its summr break but im just numb, i always am, yk the year I just finished? yeah for the majority of the i was fighting autopilot mode and disassociation but i was constantly in it i dont think i cant handle going to high school this year i think i might act pass out from exhaustion I barely survived middle school Im not okay i need something meds? idk I should not be this messed up i mean my family is great (yk...apart from the fighting which isnt that common anymore and moms anger issues) but theu love me so whats the problem? school school why is it so unoccomidating to neurodivergents same with ppl with social anxiety like i have had MULTIPLE bad panic attcks in class cause i had to do smthin in front of the class I fukcing hate the school system fuckfukcufkyoiuu school fuck the emercian school system FUCKYOUUUUUUUUU

Im too conflict avoident I cant

the afternoon feels so tiring in a stuffy way if that maks and sense i need to treat my FUCKING adhd already i can have music playing at all times thats not a good long term strategy to shut up my brain i mean ffuck i have music on rn and you can see my insane ramblings

anyyways I kinda think im a daave fiction kin (like DSAF) but im 90% sure im just and otherlinker and I just want to feel speacial or some shit but whos know i have the worst imposter syndrome known to man (I have almost every symptom of Cfs and my friend has asked if i have it but nahhh i defs dont) but also i had a weird experience once. I was like listen (its getting hard to type with the shakiness :0) ing to 2 dave and henry playlists and i kept listening to the henry one and I was in the car and i was falling and out of sleep when i saw like flash of dave but it didnt look like cannon dave he looked different he was mush more blue and he was leaning against a wall with messy longish hair and he had a hat and scars all over him and he had a purple buttoned shit that was fulled buttoned up and the perspective i saw was like a photo someone had taken and he seemed just chilling perhaps talking to jack? idfk but yeah theres my weird experience like the best way i can explain this feeling towards dave is "Idkk if i was you but probably mightve at some point like most likely at some point"

i hope i sound legiable (if i do post this AND someone actually reads this all) it is 4:08am and I feel too many things once i probably will sleep at 5 or 6 anyways byebye

[luke-o-lophus]

Yesterday I saw a video of a young guy, early teen, coming out to his mum. Poor kid was so terrified he couldn't bring himself to say it, and made his mom guess (she didn't want to, but then she handled it so well). Kid bursts into tears when mum asks if he's gay, and starts apologizing. And this absolute queen of a mum hugs him super tight and stops him from saying sorry any more, says she already knew, and she loves him. That, all she wants is for him to grow up happy and have his own happy family, whatever "family" will look like for him.

I watched the video over and over. Then closed my eyes and pretended it's one of those ASMR roleplay audios.

If you've seen Brooklyn 99.....my coming out experience was basically what Rosa's was (minus the cutting off contacts). "You like both men and women, so it's settled, your partner will be a man". It's been over a year since I first told her, her stance not changed yet. Idk if I just notice it more now, or she says it more....but every time she mentions my potential future partner, she makes sure to specify "male partner".

I'm so exhausted of receiving this treatment from the woman for whom I've stood as a human shield (no metaphor, very literally) to protect her from HER male partner.

I'm so exhausted of keeping her image as the amazing cool mom who can do no wrong, sometimes at the cost of my own image. (she is amazing, but she can and has done many wrongs)

The flashbacks have gotten bad again lately. I haven't had decent sleep in a while. It's been over six years since I last met him, but the memories feel like yesterday. Nobody knows I'm suffering. That's alright. I can handle it. Maybe not very well, but well enough to survive.

I don't know where I'm going with this. I guess I'm wondering "fair" even means anything to me anymore. I think I have a strong almost stubborn adherence to being fair, but...do i really? Or is my perception of fair just messed up?

I was thinking yesterday about the times I told them I was feeling ignored at home. Even in retrospect, I think I'd done a good job as an 11 year old in my pre internet 2008 life. I didn't shout or cry, I brought it up at a later time and expressed my thoughts calmly and with examples. Even looking back now, I think I did good ....all things considered.

Neither of them are perfect. One is textbook abusive...the other is...more complicated. The kind that intends to almost weaponize my talents to "answer back" to the other, with not much regard to how that affected me. I didn't want to learn things and do them well "to show them". But now it's deeply ingrained in my process of approaching things to learn.

It's so so lonely having the weight of so many awful memories bouncing around in my head with nowhere to go. It's so lonely not having anecdotes to share when chatting with friends because the premise itself didn't exist for me. Oh ...your dad never cried in front of you...while your dad cried easily? And those affected how each of you grew up to express emotions? That makes sense! MY father cried solely to manipulate me. If I cried, mother accused me of trying to manipulate her. But I can't add that anecdote. Nobody wants that awkwardness, me neither. But they're kinda all I have.

[tonguetyd]

Half blorbofication, half Feels™️

I’m gonna start with the feels and get that out of the way first. Because this chapter deals with Frodo leaving his home. And yes there’s more actual plot that happens and the Big Scary Bad Guys start to show up and the elves and stuff and that’s all great. But the big thing to me is Frodo packing up his home, the place that has been his, that he’s made his own…and selling it and leaving. (TO THE SACKVILLES!!!!!!!! UGH!!!)

And there’s this sense of just like. I am leaving and I am not sure I will ever see my home again, and if I do I will certainly be different. And that shit always knocks me the FUCK out.

Like the image of walking around an empty apartment, remembering “oh I looked out that window at the stars, this stain on the floor is from where I dropped a pot of sauce” kinda thing…like the laughter still echos on the walls even though you’re leaving it. It is so fucking painful to me now.

It used to be bittersweet! Because the number of times I moved in college from dorms and apartments and bouncing around, it was always “yes I will miss this place but new and exciting things are coming.”

And then 2022 happened. (This paragraph is going to be Drift Lore so if you don’t care you can skip to the next one.) My roommates moved out early May. I was running around with work and being in friends’ weddings and didn’t really get to enjoy having the place to myself until the first weekend of June. I was supposed to have 2 months to myself there and enjoy living alone until I found a new apartment when our lease was up in September. Instead of 2 months I had 2 days. Because the Sunday of that first weekend I went and tore my ACL and couldn’t walk, let alone live by myself. And certainly couldn’t find a new apartment. So instead I had to move back in with my parents at the age of 27, and pack up my home of 4 years. And that image of my empty apartment, and hearing the echo of memories around me while I am stuck on crutches and going backwards instead of forwards was. Soul fucking crushing.

Since all of that, ANY time there is a reference in a book, show, movie, whatever, about moving out, I *weep*. And this was no different, especially since Frodo is essentially going into this big scary unknown that he might not make it back from. The FEELS I felt for this poor dude. Oof. Ya girl projected entirely too much onto this lil guy with big feet. Projection onto literature. Shits wild. Idk if that’s really discussion more than just me rambling through my feels but. That was mostly what I was thinking about 😅

ANYWAY

The good thing about both Frodo and my reluctant and heartbreaking moves is that we had friends to get us through along the way. And while I would love a Sam Gamgee of my own, I did have a hound dog so that’s basically the same thing.

Sam. Sweet baby Sam. We can’t let the wine and beer go to waste. You are so right. We have to look after Mr Frodo and keep his secrets. Yes sir I will follow you anywhere. I love him, your honor.

And the END. WHERE HE IS EXHAUSTED BUT DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE “HIS MASTER” (there’s some unpacking imma need to do there but that’s later). SO HE JUST CURLS UP AND PUTS HIS HEAD IN HIS LAP. 😭 me when, literally me when.

What I would give to have a sweet (human) Sam of my own. How Frodo didn’t immediately fall in love with him? A stronger man than I.

Ready for the next chapter where I will continue projecting onto fictional characters in an unhealthy amount.

Discussion Post 24th of March

The Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of the Ring (Book I)

Chapter III - Three is Company

This post is meant as an incentive to start discussing this week's chapter. Feel free to talk about this week's reading or chat with each other in the tags or comments!

If you have a lot to say, or would like to add pictures, GIFs, polls, or anything else your heart desires, submit a post here.

If you need some inspiration, here are some prompts of what you could talk about:

your favorite quote

what was most surprising/exciting/new?

if you've only seen the movies, how did this differ from what you already knew?

something funny or interesting that caught your eye

(If you are here at a later date, do not worry! You are welcome to join in at any time!)

[indouloureux]

Something enemy to lovers, maybe? 🥺 Like maybe there’s someone around school that Eddie absolutely can’t stand because they’ve been hanging out with the kids and he’s jealous? But somehow they always end up in the same places and they both just bother each other as much as possible making little comments and jokes.

Maybe Eddie gets in a bad fight and Y/N finds him bleeding and cleaning himself and helps him and they’re so gentle that it makes Eddie’s heart skip a beat and he notices maybe he’s actually into them? Idk I’m sure you’d be able to come up with something more elaborate 😬

got a bit confused but i tried my best so here you go!

when his bloody hand collides with the window of your car, you yell and almost drop the cigarette right on your lap, watching as the door opens and reveal the infamous long hair bounce into your passenger seat with his face doused in an unusual amount of blood.

you know who it is, but your hatred for him has been replaced with panic at the first sight of the thick crimson liquid all over him, some splatter over the typography of his hellfire club shirt too. you wonder if he's murdered someone to look this bloody, but the sight of a broken nose and an eye so swollen it was almost shut, you'd been proven wrong.

"holy shit," you gasp, throwing your cigarette out the window. "oh my god, munson—"

"drive."

"what?" he looks behind, leaking head poking outside your window to see a flock of boys wearing the school's green and orange jerseys making their way towards your car. your eyes widen, hand coming up to the key stuck in your ignition.

"drive!"

the car shakes, vibrating and sound riveting everywhere as you pull out of the parking lot, almost hitting a jock that you think was jason carver as you try your best not to run over the others and drive as fast as you could with eddie munson still out the window flipping them the bird of victory.

"fuck you, ball players!" eddie hollers in the vacant road, laughing despite the immense pain all over his face before he sits back down on the passenger seat with a contended sigh.

you furrow your eyebrows in disgruntlement and slap his arm, emitting a loud wince from him. "what the hell just happened?"

eddie chuckles, shaking his head. "fucking assholes thought i was selling to chrissy cunningham. i don't know who told them but they went over to where i was and beat the living shit out of me," his hand gesticulates into the air in disbelief. "but i fought back. three of them unconscious and bleeding. i think the cops'll come to my place tomorrow to arrest me but,"

you run a hand down your face, turning a corner to a hiding place where you can patch him up. "jesus fucking christ."

"hey where are we going?" eddie looks around the dark car. "you can just drop me off melvald's man."

"i'm cleaning you up," you glance at him, confusion replaced with hating pity. "you're bleeding all over my car and i need to fix you first before i drive you home."

"i don't need fixing," he argues, using the collar of his shirt to wipe the blood off his mouth before his fingers pinch his nose to stop the bleeding. "just drop me off and i'll be fine."

"shut the fuck up or i'll do worse."

but his argument's useless, 'coz now you're parking your car right outside a desolated field, turning the key in the ignition. the car stops to a halt, vibrations ebbing away as you open the dome lights.

a bright yellowish glow coats the front of the car, giving you an opportunity to see everything better as you open the glove box and take out a pack of cotton balls and antiseptic, eddie watching with a befuddled glare in silence.

"how'd you get that?" he murmurs, wiping his cheek, blood on his fingers that he wipes on his jeans. "do you treat bloody boys in your car too?"

"not just boys," you quip sarcastically, pouring the antiseptic into the cotton. "i tend to cut myself alot when i'm fixing my car. doesn't make any sense but trust me, i have a shit ton of scars in my palm."

"i can see that."

you both don't know why the harsh tones of immense hatred is replaced by dulcimers of awkward panic as you place the cotton ball on the cut on his eyebrow. eddie expects you'd spit some insult as you clean him up, maybe even give him another punch, but instead he's met by a quiet you. a side he's never expected to see in a bloody night, patching him up like you'd been his personal nurse.

eddie sits there, pliant, lets you hold his face like some soiled trophy as you whisper short apologies when he winces at the sting. the dark blood's replaced by a pink wipe on his forehead as you continue to tame his blistering wounds.

with your focused remaining on his wounds you don't realize eddie's staring at your face. he acts like it's not the first time he's stared at you, rather rejoicing the better view he's achieved as he stares at your twitching nose at the cold air, or your lips flat from concentration, or your eyes that no longer harbors the scathing detestation you have for him.

maybe he just accepted the fact that maybe you are pretty, mad or not.

"you, um," he clears his throat, the pain comes to a numb at the next dab of cotton on the cut right on his lip. "you done?"

"almost." you smile tightly at him. when you pour one last antiseptic to a cotton ball and wipe the blood around his wounds, you throw them away on the dashboard. "done. wait,"

you take eddie's face in your hands once more, glad that some of the blood on his cheeks render his blush useless as your thumbs place themselves on either side of his nose, before cracking it back into place without warning.

"ah! fuck," he yells, throwing his head back to the headrest. "the hell?"

"what? you think i was gonna leave your nose broken?" you scoff. "i don't think so."

eddie rubs his nose, wiping the rest of the blood off his face with the rag that you offer. and while he mentally wonders how he'd remove the bloodstains off his shirt, he thanks you. "thanks for- the uh...patching me up. i really thought you would have just kicked me out and left me to die."

"your wounds are far from your intestines, you're not gonna die," you say. "and, yeah. no problem."

"thought you hated me so much you'd kill me yourself,"

you laugh, turning the ignition back on. "i still hate you, but you still are a human being. i'm not that heartless, y'know."

and maybe he's slowly beginning to have a heart for you, too.

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[whereonceiwasfire]

Hey, I saw you're taking drabble requests. How about this?

When Danny is in his early twenties, Vlad clones him again, resulting in a half ghost infant. Danny decides to raise the child as his own.

This was such a fun prompt, thank you so much for sending it in! I am so sure the monstrosity I've created here is not what you were asking for but I couldn't help myself lol. (As a side note: idk if anyone else remembers that Incredibles short with Jack-Jack from ages and ages ago but I was defs channeling those vibes).

“Jazz, you are a lifesaver,” Danny says, the words a breath of relief when he opens the door to find her on his stoop.

He looks exhausted, more so than usual, his dark, mussed hair matted; the bags under his eyes an even deeper shade of purple; his sweatshirt rumpled and twisted around his body, what looks to be coffee spilled down the front. 

He cradles Neil to his chest, making soft shhh, shhh, shhh noises as he bounces the burbling infant.

“Come in, come in,” Danny says, jerking his chin into the apartment as he steps back from the entryway. 

She obliges, scuffing her wet shoes off on the welcome mat as she does. 

“I still cannot believe you have a kid,” she says with a little laugh as she holds her arms out for the baby. 

Danny winces almost imperceptibly.  

“Y-yeah,” he says, before handing Neil over. 

“Is your sleep-deprived dada taking good care of you?” Jazz says in goofy baby talk, wiggling her finger in front of Neil’s face, beaming at him when he turns a big, blue-eyed gaze up at her. To Danny, she says an absent, “He looks just like you.” 

Danny chokes on a nervous laugh, and she lifts a gaze up to him, quirking an eyebrow. She knows that laugh. 

“What?”  she asks. 

“Oh shit,” he says, pushing his sleeve up and turning a glance down at a wrist that doesn’t have a watch on it. “I’m going to be late for my interview. Thanks a million for doing this, Jazz. Don’t know what I’d do without you. Best big sister ever, and all that.”

He leans forward to give her a kiss on the cheek, turns for the door like he’s on a mission.  

“Uh, Danny?” 

He offers her a hesitant glance over his shoulder as he seizes on the door handle. 

“Maybe change your shirt first?” she says, and he twists a look down at his stained sweater. 

He laughs. “Oh right, right.” 

Take two goes better—he’s in a button-down, has even brushed his hair, then thanks her again for watching Neil. She assures him it’s not a problem, and as the door closes behind Danny, she turns her focus down to her nephew in her arms. His little eyes are drifting closed, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths beneath his starry jumper—buttoned up all cattywampus. 

“Let’s get this fixed, and we can put you down for a nap. How does that sound, Neil?” 

He, understandably, doesn’t answer. But Jazz takes that as an affirmative—carries him to the change table in his bedroom, thoughts drifting as she sets him down and undoes the buttons of his jumper. 

Danny’s been so cagey anytime she brings up anything about Neil, and she doesn’t know exactly what that’s about. The most he’ll say is some vague story about a short fling, a surprise pregnancy, a mother that didn’t want to be involved. It’s the only thing that makes any sense, but she can’t help the sneaking suspicion that he’s lying to her. 

“Your dad is a weirdo,” she says teasingly as she tickles Neil’s bare belly. 

He hiccups a little laugh, but it’s then Jazz freezes, a cold shiver crawling up her spine as she runs the pad of her finger over a familiar birthmark on the baby’s chest.

But that’s… 

She shakes her head, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. She can consider the implications when she doesn’t have a tiny human in her care.

Jazz stoops for the diaper bag to grab some baby powder, dropping it with a gasp when she straightens and the change table is empty. Her heart flip-flops in her chest, sweat immediately beading her brow, panic running through her veins like ice water.

Where did he go? 

“Neil?” she calls breathlessly, like he’s hiding, somehow—like he didn’t just disappear into thin air. “Neil? This isn’t funny…” 

She hears him make a little coo from somewhere, and her eyes widen as she throws a frantic glance around the room—twists back to the change table to find the baby kicking his legs out, making happy little noises, and clapping his chubby hands together. 

She looses the breath from her chest, but she’s no less disquieted as she returns to the baby, a creeping suspicion settling in. It won't leave her alone, even as she finishes changing Neil and tucks him into his crib without incident.   

When she’s satisfied he’s not going to wink out of visibility again, she turns on the baby monitor, turns off the light, and pads into the living room. 

Anxiously, she starts pulling out her cellphone—fidgets with the case for a moment. She doesn’t want to call Danny and interrupt his interview, but she also needs to talk to him. Like. ASAP.

Her fingers type out the message: good luck. Neils fine but pls call me as soon as ur interview is done. But she doesn’t have a chance to send it before something flickers past her line of vision, a spot in her peripherals. She glances up—lets out a startled shout when she sees the swaddled baby floating out from the nursery. 

“Oh, hell no,” she mutters frantically as she drops her phone and lunges for the baby. 

She misses him, her fingers just barely bumping up against Neil, pushing him gently out of reach like a balloon. But the motion wakes him, and he starts to cry, dropping from the air like a stone. Jazz dives over furniture like an Olympic volleyball player—manages to catch the bundle before it can crash to the floor. 

But Neil is not, happy. He writhes, and squirms, and wails, trying to free himself from the swaddle, his blue eyes now burning a furious, glowing green.

“Shhhh, don’t cry, baby boy!” she urges, dragging her aching body up off the floor, and trying to bounce the fussy child back into calm. 

He blasts a hole through his blanket in response, the little shot of energy narrowly missing Jazz’s face—leaving a charred, ashy crater in the ceiling instead. 

She gives the hysteric bubble of a laugh.

Well. Okay. This isn't really what she thought she was signing on for when she agreed to watch baby Neil for a few hours. 

By the time Danny finally gets home from his interview, the apartment is in disarray. Furniture is tipped over, smoking holes have been blasted through everything, the lamp is broken, and there’s a distinctly fang-shaped bite taken out of Neil’s favorite teddy bear. Jazz’s hair is a snarled mess, eyes wide and wild, a smudge of soot on her cheek, the baby quietly sleeping in her arms. 

She glances up from where she sits cross-legged on the floor in a barrier of cushions, brow dropping low over her eyes when she catches sight of Danny. 

“So,” she says evenly. “I think we need to have a talk about Neil now.”   

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

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"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.