#this has been in my head for Days

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

all this to say: i think it'd be cute if Barnaby literally howls with laughter

[out-of-users]

I’d like to address a big thing when it comes to logicality (and TSS ships in general) portrayed in fanfics. It’s always “Emotionless nerd meets sweet innocent baby and sparks happen”. And while that’s true to some point, it always feels one-sided. I’m not saying you can’t do it, I’m just saying, to me it’s kind of annoying. Because sure, Logan may be a bit behind in understanding emotions, but he does feel them, like anger in WTIT, in the Christmas episode “What makes a perfect gift?” Curiosity and intrigue. Just like Patton may seem sweet and innocent, but he does understand complicated concepts that an adult would indulge in, because him and Thomas share the same memories, just doesn’t want people to do them. So, when you get down to it, those fanfics always seem wrong. Like the fandom (they do this with Virgil and Roman too,) takes characters, with some in-depth lore, and only focuses on that one part, scrapping the rest. So when you make a ship out of it, it feels wrong. Because it’s always just Patton being happy, and “What’s (insert dirty topic here?)” And Logan being like: “Hm, what is this feeling? I suppose it is unnatural.”

Thank you for going to my TED talk.

-Ro!

[wowagae]

Similarities of chip and Gillion

- both have matching rings

- both got Luba kenta-ed

- both were abandoned by their parental figures at a young age and then were adopted and taught by evil people who ended up not caring about them

- long hair :3

[cosmicstarlatte]

mmm yeah ok diavolo fucking MC in front of Lucifer to assert dominance but;

What if the roles were reversed alakdkflslw

Lucifer got so fucking fed up w Dia trying to win mc over & one day Lucifer just started fucking MC knowing Dia was gonna drop by soon & of course he walks in & sees it & lucifer smirks & apologizes but doesn't stop fucking them bc he needs Dia to see MC cumming on his cock, only for him.

Prince be damned, MC is the one thing he can't have aaaaaaaaaaa-

[gravity-stands]

bill thing

[gonkaccino]

[tellthatbrokebitch]

i let my food go cold to make this

[irondad-defensesquad]

"whoa, mr. stark! i didn't know you could play the piano."

"oh, i can't." his mentor sits on the bench, not looking at peter as the latter approaches.

initially, tony just seems to hit all the notes separatedly. a sense of familiarity.

"can i sit with you?" peter asks shyly.

"sure."

fortunately, the piano bench is not too small, but they're sitting rather closely. peter knows they've grown a lot closer, but there's still that fanboy inside him going wild as he sits next to his hero.

"may i ask what you're doing out of bed, young man?" tony finally questions, yet not a hint of annoyance noted. he might be teasing, but he also shows some concern.

"ah, it's nothing, really. i just couldn't sleep."

"really? nothing bothering you?"

"well..." peter blushes. "i guess i just missed you."

he expects tony to tease him to no end, but the man finally looks at him, touched. it brings a smile to tony's face as he ruffles peter's hair affectionately. peter pouts and tony snorts. there's something so special seeing his mentor smile like this, with all the stress he must feel on a daily basis.

tony plays around with the piano, sometimes peter adds his own notes. it sounds random but it's fun and they smile together.

however, tony's smile turns... nostalgic. maybe tragic. it's suddenly not as carefree. especially as he starts playing a few notes that do not sound random.

but it's only the first notes. tony plays them repeatedly.

and it's not that he doesn't know the rest... he probably expects someone to play with him. sadly, peter doesn't know the song. perhaps someone else did...

then, tony stops completely.

peter is curious but he doesn't want to make him sadder.

he lies his head against tony's shoulder instead. and if he's not hearing things, he might as well hear a sniff.

tony wraps an arm around him, pulling him close. he still says nothing. though he doesn't have to.

(the song that inspired this)

[ilottthepilot]

[frobitcher-smythe]

This Barbie found the secret room!

[cleve-in-a-can]

[out-of-users]

You asked, I deliver!

KNY God! Au

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Let’s start with the basics:

Each god has a domain, or a place where they live, based on what they are the god of / personal likings.

Where the 9 domains meet, is a neutral ground, and where Ubyashiki lives.

The hashira are gods, the Kamaboko squad are shrine keepers, and muzan and his demons are still…demons.

Now for each god in turn:

Giyuu

God of water. I mean, how could he not be?

I feel like his domain would have a lot of serene environments, and a deadass waterfall too.

Favors Urokodaki and the Kamado siblings over all other shrine keepers.

Will murder if one of the other gods purposely tries to hurt them.

Sabito is a kitsune that used to be giyuu’s friend who died by demons. He has a shrine for him in his domain.

His domain borders mitsuri’s and sanemi’s. (And that goes reeeeally well, huh?)

Sanemi

God of wind/air. Self explanatory.

Domain borders giyuu’s and muichiro’s

Favors genya, (though he’ll never admit it,) and wants him to be safe.

As for his siblings, (genya included) they were all humans he saved. When a demon came, genya was the last survivor.

Hates nezuko, because of the demon part of her. (Doesn’t know about genya’s little ability though)

Windstorms often run through his domain.

Mitsuri

I’m sorry, but I want her sky to be pink in her domain. And I want her to love it. So suck it up.

Borders giyuu and rengoku.

God of love, romance, you know.

As for her family, it’s a couple that visits her shrine daily.

Gets offerings like Sakura Mochi a ton.

Also loves nezuko, and will murder for her safety (tanjiro too!)

Tengen

God of sound and festivals. (Damn, we knew that one from the start.)

Borders rengoku and Gyomei.

A very flashy domain, definitely has fireworks stored somewhere

As for his family, they were people who frequently visited the shrine, (besides his dad,) but he accidentally killed them when he accidentally released a soundwave onto his shrine that made it collapse on itself, the people inside too.

Since then his shrine has been rebuilt, sturdier.

Still has his 3 wives, they live with him in his domain.

Rengoku

God of fire/heat. (not the sun though!)

His little brother isn’t related to him, but a shrine keeper he took in as “His own!”

Literal besties with mitsuri

His domain is HOT. Bring hydration.

Loves being offered any type of food at his shrine, especially bento!

Borders mitsuri and tengen.

Gyomei

Borders tengen and obanai.

God of rocks/land, stone, mineral, you get it.

Those kids? They died in a religious temple.

Still religious, even though he is a god. (Heh. Strange.)

A ton of rocks in his domain, along with a prayer area.

You can definitely feel it when he steps.

Obanai

God of serpents/reptiles.

Huge crush on mitsuri.

Borders gyomei and shinobu.

Still has facial scars, still hides them.

Domain is FULL OF TREES.

Still has kaburamaru. The snake is still a shinobu simp.

Shinobu

God of incects.

The butterfly girls are her favorite.

Kanae was an old shrine keeper who was slain by demons.

Domain is filled with butterflies.

People go to her shrine for medical advice sometimes.

Muichiro and Yuichiro

Borders obanai and muichiro.

God (s) of mist/fog.

Borders shinobu and sanemi.

Forgets everyone, even his own twin.

Entire domain is misty.

Big fan of tanjiro, nezuko, and genya.

The shrine for the two is combined into one.

Y’all, that took forever and I hope it blows up. I lost motivation but still had fun! Byeeee!

[nat-seal-well]

I’m in bed now because tomorrow I go in at 3 in the morning and I’m tired. But because I’m in bed, it means I can finally talk about an AU that won’t leave me alone :D

(And yeah, I know I already have 2 I’m working on. Tbh I don’t know if I’ll ever actually do anything with this third one, but it’s fun to think about and rotate around in my head like a Costco rotisserie chicken.)

I watched a movie the other day that was frankly, disappointing, but one of the few things I liked about it was that the love interest-person made dresses. He was a dick and his wife deserved way better (even though she poisoned him to put him in his place and I said “fuck yeah, do it again”), but I thought the whole dress-making thing was really cool. And then, because my mind works the way it does and it always likes to play with AUs, I said, “Hm, what if?”

This is also partially fueled by a very beloved book of mine. Some of my favorite parts in it are when the main character and her sisters are getting ready for a ball and getting sized and fitted for fancy dresses. Idk something about it just really appealed to me. Maybe I like pretty things too much. (To be completely honest, I know I do. It’s why I keep buying jewelry when I don’t actually like to wear any most of the time.)

I don’t have a clear plot for this AU like I do for the other two. Really it’s just a couple of scenes that are vaguely connected. Here’s what I’m thinking:

It would be set in, like, the 18th century or something bc let’s be honest everyone likes that.

Dressmaker!Marin who spends their days lost in their work in some tiny, little local shop that doesn’t get much recognition despite having a handful of very loyal customers.

They’re doing their usual thing when someone walks in and makes the bell above the door ring. This is a surprise, because they aren’t expecting anyone today. They don’t have any fitting appointments and while walk-ins are welcome, the shop doesn’t really get any.

So they put their work aside and make their way up to the front of the shop to greet whoever it is. And, of course, who else could it be but a certain very tall, and very pretty Nat?

(With a disgruntled Ava in tow. She does not want to be there.)

They make their introductions. Nat does most of the speaking, and talks about how she and her very dear friend aren’t from here—they’re visiting on prolonged business, she says. (Agency business, but Marin doesn’t know that.) It was very sudden and neither of them had time to pack properly, and she knows this is very short timing, but they’re going to be in town for a while, and would Marin possibly be kind and generous enough spend part of their day having them measured so they can place a few orders?

Ava says under her breath, “I don’t need new clothes.” To which Nat replies, too quietly for Marin to hear, “Your last dress is currently covered in werewolf blood. It’s either a new wardrobe, or you walk around for everyone to see in your shift.”

(Ava does not want to do that. She reluctantly agrees.)

Marin, of course, is more than willing to help. Partially because they’re eager for new customers, and partially because they find Nat very attractive and when they say yes, she smiles at them and it makes their heart jump. And their face feel warm. How strange.

Naturally, they move on to the actual measuring. Ava intimidates them and it goes smoothly, if more quiet than a usual appointment. They discovered quickly that she isn’t one for small talk. When it’s over and done with, it’s almost a relief.

With Nat, it’s a very different story. Nat makes conversation and is very insightful. She has a nice, soft laugh and makes them feel at ease, and has plenty of compliments to offer after seeing the dresses in display in the shop window. It’s safe to say that Marin is a very flustered mess, even though they’re enjoying her company. A lot.

There’s one moment where she has to get close with the measuring tape. Marin doesn’t notice at first until they realize they can smell the perfume she’s wearing, and then they look up—and wow, she is very tall, Marin has to tilt their head back to look her in the eye, and when did she get so close? They feel jumpy and take a step back, and try to play it off. If Nat almost trips over one of her sentences for some strange reason, Marin doesn’t notice.

Ava notices, though. Because of course she does.

The rest of the afternoon goes relatively smooth, even if Marin does make it a point to avoid making eye contact in order to keep their cool. Ava says she doesn’t care about the details of her garments, as long as they leave plenty of space for her to move around in like she needs. Nat isn’t picky either, though she does have a few things in mind. Marin says that they think she would look good in green.

They thank her, they pay for Marin for their time, and leave. And that’s that. That should be that.

Naturally, it isn’t. Not when Nat walks through the door again a few days later, but not to talk business. Instead, she says, it’s just… to see them. Just because she was “in the area” and thought she’d drop by. (Spoilers: she’s lying.)

One thing leads to another. Nat comes by more and more frequently, and Marin can’t help it when they wind up falling. Hard.

I just have this image in mind of them having quiet, private conversations in an empty shop as Marin works on sewing and beading and measuring fabric, while Nat sits on the other side of the work table and sips on cups of tea. It is soft and intimate and Marin finds they look forward to coming in more and more every day.

Naturally, when their work is done, there would be a scene where Marin is helping Nat into one of the dresses they made for her. Maybe they’re standing back to see it on her in its entirely, looking over their work to search for what can be improved, but oh no—the only thing they can actually focus on is now good Nat looks.

There’s a pause as Marin stands there and tries to get it together to think of something to say. They fail miserably. But why is Nat staring at them like that?

They clear their throat and open their mouth to offer an alteration they could make—a remark about it being just a little too long, or the sleeves extending just a bit too far, or something for them to fix so that Nat can keep visiting for just a little bit longer—but they never get to finish their thought. Because that’s when Nat takes a step forward and places her gloved hands very gently on either side of Marin’s face, and leans down to pull them into a kiss.

(It occurs to Marin later that she never actually looked herself over in the mirror once. Nat was too busy watching them.)

[raiiryuu]

[thelivingsin]

anyway, don't be a stranger

[ropebunnykant]

now for the poll i’ve been WAITING to make