#this turned out longer than i thought

[ghostywispe]

bev and richie are platonically dating in a 'smoke break during study hall in the girls' bathroom' and a 'tell me anything, im not judging' kinda way while stan and bev are platonically married in a 'tell me, and i'll pretend i didn't know' and a 'wanna get high before meeting up with everyone?' kinda way while stan and richie are platonically dating in a 'insults in a caring, i love you way' and a 'dance parties after a shared bottle of beer that neither of us really liked' kinda way while stan and bill are unofficially married in a 'i'll hold you till the monsters are gone' and a 'lying together under the sun holding hands' kinda way while bev and mike are best friends in a 'bottoms up, six beers down' and a 'i understand, dont say it if you dont want' kinda way while richie and eddie are ringpop married in a 'holding your hand even when were apart' and a 'late night phone calls to talk through nightmares' kinda way while eddie and ben are study buddies in a 'come over to study and start 30 minutes late because we got sidetracked' and a 'ice cream before heading to that pizza place because it was closer and we felt like it' kinda way while-

[tyriongirl]

It's such an insult that Daena Targaryen is so often only remembered as this rebellious woman, and there's a whole aspect of her life that gets forgotten.

Yes, she's "Daena the Defiant", but she's also Daena, a teenager trapped in the confines of religion, first in marriage to her brother-husband and then to an actual prison, by decree of the king, said brother-husband. She only got her nickname during her imprisonment. She's also eldest sister to Rhaena and Elaena. Not only is she stuck in an impossible situation herself, she also has to take emotional care of two younger sisters. We know their physical needs were met, but that doesn't change the fact they were jailed.

Imagine being Daena. You are sixteen years old. You have been publicly humiliated by your brother who's also your husband, who refuses to act on your marriage. You are suddenly alone and cut off from the world by your fanatic brother, lest you tempt him. Now you have to comfort your younger sisters, one of whom is 11 years old, who are imprisoned with you. You have to be the mature and stable one and the support system for their sake. Of course she lashed out! Of course she rebelled! Of course she kept trying to break the strict boundaries she was confined in, whether the physical boundaries of the maidenvault or the metaphorical boundaries of the patriarchy fueled by religion.

[coolbattlegirl]

Burnt Toast is Best Eaten Together

Silver nibbled on the corner of the semi-burnt bread, glancing up to look at his father, who sat opposite of him, his usual serene smile still plastered on his face. His father must have noticed his staring because he finally speaks, his voice as soothing as a lullaby. 

“Silver, what’s wrong? Is it not tasty?” His father asked. Silver quickly shook his head, “No, I like it!” Silver said as he took another bite of his bread. It wasn’t exactly a lie; the bread was definitely better than his father’s previous attempts, even if it was a bit charred. It seemed his attempts at getting his father to follow the recipes were finally paying off. 

Silver watched as his father’s smile got almost impossibly wider, seemingly happy with his answer, “Hmm, that’s good! It seems my cooking skills have improved.” His father hummed thoughtfully, “Perhaps I will attempt to make that mushroom soup again…” 

As Silver listened to his father’s musing for tonight’s dinner, his eyes landed on the empty plate that sat in front of his father. Something that Silver had come to realize over the following weeks was that father was strange.

He can’t really remember if father was always this way, his memory has been blurry ever since he recovered from his illness, but memories or not, he didn’t mind his oddness. He loves his father! Which is why he can’t help but worry for his father. It’s just… father doesn’t seem to eat. It didn’t matter whether they sat down to have breakfast, lunch, or dinner, his father never touched any of the food. 

Silver swallowed the last bite of his toast before looking down at the remaining pieces. Surely his father had to be hungry by now? Silver snuck another look at his father’s empty plate before slipping a piece of toast onto it. Looking up, he found his father staring unblinkingly at him, making Silver worry that he might have upset him. “Um… Papa? Are you going to eat?” he asked sheepishly. 

His father blink at the question before smiling once more, “How sweet you are… Ah, but don’t worry, little prince. I’m simply not very hungry right now.” Silver’s face fell slightly at the answer. As usual, his father noticed the change in his attitude.

A clawed hand gently brushed away the hair from Silver’s face, “Are you… upset, little one?” His father asked, his voice sounding surprised if not also curious. Silver pouted, “I want to eat together with Papa…” He whispered quietly.  

After what felt like an eternity, he heard a fond sigh and suddenly, the toast in his hand was gently taken from his grasp, causing Silver to look up in surprise.

With wide hopeful eyes, he watched as his father scrutinized the toast before taking a small bite from it, “Hmm… Not bad.” His father hummed before turning to look at him with a smile, “Well? Aren’t you going to eat together with me?”   

Silver stared at his father, “Papa, does this mean you’ll eat with me from now on?” He asked hopefully. His father smiled, “Well, since it means so much to you, how could I refuse?”

Beaming with joy, Silver wasted no time leaping from his chair and running over to hug his father. With a small laugh, his father picked up the toast and broke it in half, handing one piece of Silver. As they sat together and ate, Silver felt that the toast tasted a bit better than before. 

~

Humans are such peculiar creatures. Despite all the years he had observed them from afar, he still couldn’t grasp their nature—and perhaps he never will. Personally, he found them to be quite simple minded and silly. 

Lilia let out a small huff as he dried the dishes, a human task he found quite troublesome and time-consuming. Honestly, what was the point of having plates and utensils anyways? Lilia glanced out the kitchen window, spotting the silver-haired boy playing around with a stick. He couldn’t help but let out an amused huff at the sight. 

The child’s antics looked exactly like those soldiers from last night, brandishing their swords around in a futile attempt to subdue him. Lilia set down the drying cloth and began to make his way upstairs, musing about the soldiers. He really did have to get rid of the remaining soldiers soon before the little prince stumbled upon them in the woods. Not that Lilia would let him stray too far. No, he learned from that mistake. Oh, but children are such curious creatures. It truly would be a shame if he stumbled across the gruesome scene. 

While he had been planning to eat the rest of them, Silver had asked him so sweetly for him to eat together during meal time, and he couldn’t quite do that if he was full. With a sigh, he settled on the idea of saving them on a rainy day, allowing him to play along with his little prince’s whims.

Yes, that would simply do. Suddenly, he heard the front door open and the sound of little footsteps excitedly making their way inside and up the stairs. Smiling, Lilia turned around to greet the child before pausing at the sight that greeted him.

He watched as Silver, his beloved little child, emerged from the top of the stairs crawling on all fours. Lilia blinked owlishly at the sight, clearly befuddled by the action. “Hello, Papa!” He beamed as he stood up, brushing the dust off his knees, “Look what I got for you!” Silver thrusted a small bundle of crumpled flowers in his direction, smiling proudly at his father.

“Ah… humans are such silly creatures…”

[leandra-kinard]

If 9-1-1 was a slightly more comedic show.

Ramon: Edmundo! Christopher says he can't come with us to Texas because you put Buck in your will as his legal guardian? Eddie: Well I'm not dead, so Christopher can go if he wants to. Not that I want- Helena: Wait, Eddie. Back up. You actually put Buck in your will to take Christopher if you... if you die?? Eddie: Well... yeah. It seemed like a good idea, and I still think... Ramon, a little confused: But we're his family. Why... Helena: Oh my god, are you and Buck...? Eddie: What? No! Ramon: Then wh- Eddie: Buck has a boyfriend. Helena: He does?? Eddie: Yeah. Tommy. He's a firefighter and pilot at- Anyway. So Christopher wants- Helena: But you two were... boyfriends? Eddie: What? Me and Tommy? No, we're just buds. He's pretty cool actually, and- Ramon: You and Buck! She means you and Buck. When you made him legal guardian of our grandson. Eddie: Oh. No, we- No. We- I mean, I'm not gay! Helena: Bisexual? Eddie: Yeah. Ramon: You are? Eddie: What? No. Buck is! Helena: When did that happen, exactly? Ramon: Yeah, wasn't he dating that reporter? Helena: That's right? The pretty red-haired one. T... Taylor, something? Ramon: Kelly. Taylor Kelly. I watched her show a few times. Didn't like her. Helena: Really? She was really pretty, though. Eddie: Can we focus, please? Helena: Sorry. It's just... a bit of a surprise, is all. Eddie: Yeah well, it was to all of us, including Buck. He apparently didn't know he was bi until Tommy kis- Why am I even talking about this? Ramon: She meant the will. Helena: That too, but... So, if Buck never realized he was interested in men- Ramon: Son, I know I've made many mistakes. Made you feel like you couldn't talk to me about things. Eddie: For the last time, dad! I'm not gay! I'm not even bi. Ramon: I'm just saying, mijo, it would be fine if you were. Helena: Yes Eddie, we support you. Eddie: MOM! There's nothing to support. Jesus Christ! Buck is my best friend. Sure, I- I love him, but I don't want to fuck him! Buck, entering the room: Helena: Ramon: Eddie: Buck: Err, um... Tommy just called. He's still with Chim, who got a call from the hospital. Bobby's doing better. We could go see him. Eddie: Oh thank God. Yeah, let's go. Helena: Oh that's wonderful to hear. Ramon: You two go. We'll take care of Christopher in the meantime. Eddie: Okay... thanks. Helena, as Buck has already left the room again: Tommy... Taylor... Huh. We almost named you Theodor. Eddie: MOM!

[jennibeultimate]

Personal recap Skate Canada 2023 Men Free Skate

I'd say this was a typical men free skate. Not a splat overall, but couple falls and mistakes. Not something I'd rewatch but also not too bad besides heartbreak for Jun 😭😭😭

Congrats to Sota, Kao and Matteo! 🥳 🥳 🥳

Kao, Kazuki and Matteo were the highlights for me.

Kao skating to Attack on Titan gives him personal bonus points imo. He really did attack his program and the energy throughout was amazing. Kao is easily one of my new Japanese faves. Liked him last season, like him even better now.

Matteo really had an amazing redemption skate. Some jumps were so much off axis I am surprised he landed them. Fix you is a great choice for Matteo.

Kazuki ❤️ I love this program. You could see he was nervous. Sadly the way the program went is not unusual for him. Even though I am not mad for Matteo taking the Bronze I think judges did Kazuki dirty. 81 PCS??? (when Ilia last week had 86???) don't sit right with me. He had the best skating skills of them all. I am not too hopeful Kazuki can still qualify for the GPF as he is facing Shoma, Adam and Sota at CoC, but hope dies last. 🙏

Sota imo really improved in the performance department. I enjoy his skating much more than last season. Shame about the Axels otherwise that opening 4S was tremendous. After all Sota has been through I am very happy for his win. 🥇

Jun was pure heartbreak 💔💔💔Can't say anything else. Devastated for Jun. I really hope he can come back strongly. 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Mikhail Shaidorow was impressive. I think they lowballed him quite a bit. Also in the SP. His transitions were more complex than most of the field, but it wasn't rewarded. His presentation also ain't that bad, still not much higher PCS than Gorodnitsky...not a fan of his skating in particular just saying...

Canadians altogether were forgettable...Canada really has a problem in developing skaters with a bit more consistency...

Mihhail Selevko started out all right just didn't have enough stamina to pull through, but as the first skater out, could have been a worse start to the comp. Mark Gorodnitsky with a clean free skate left a good impression. I like Liam Kapeikis skating, very lovely - new PB for him probably says everything.

Overall the first group was not worse than the 2nd. It did have ups and downs just like the 2nd group.

[rejectedbytheempty]

actually, ykw? imagine if simon had a civilian s/o and bc he’s constantly away and the partner is there most of the time anyways, he lets them decorate the place.

they make it so cozy with a million lamps with stained glass lampshades and tapestries on the walls and an unexpected number of stuffed animals on the bed.

one time, simon invites tf 141 to his flat and their jaws dropped, bc ofc simon didn’t warn them about the absolute pinterest board that his place was.

in fact, he hadn’t mentioned a partner at all, or to you that his team would be coming over so you’re still in one of simon’s raggedy old t-shirts with a handful of dry cereal halfway to your mouth.

it’s generally a shock for both parties, simon excluded, who seems to settle himself right in, kissing the top of your head, eyes crinkling slightly as he grins, looking rather like a cat showing off the bird he dragged in.

you had some choice words for him later, but for now, you brushed the crumbs off your face and wiped your hands off on your shirt before sticking your hand out to the team to introduce yourself.

surprisingly, it goes rather well. all things considered. the team is charmed by you and your ability to make ghost blush and smile endlessly. and you’re absolutely enamored with the fact that they keep complimenting your decor.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Police Officer Wes

"Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Batman, sir!"

That's definitely not a voice he knows. Bruce halts in his steps, aborting his usual retreat into the shadows, and turns back around. Commissioner Gordon, who was still in the process of wrapping up his small talk with Tim - the term 'grumpy banter' would describe their conversation more accurately at this point, but Bruce knows better than to argue with the two over semantics - also turns around, pausing in the middle of the sentence.

A ginger haired boy, wide-eyed and obviously either nervous, starstruck, or both, is staring at him from a few feet behind the Commissioner. Bruce can see a few more faces peeking from behind the half-opened door to the roof, all of them filled with anticipation. He knows two of them: detectives that work directly under Gordon, Isaiah Vasquez, and Tasha Kuznets. The third one, a black man in his forties, also looks vaguely familiar, but Bruce can't recall a name.

Yet, he knows absolutely nothing about the ginger, who hasn't blinked once since Bruce noticed him and is now biting on his lips. But he is wearing a police uniform, so, possibly, a new hire?

"Weston, get out," Jim sighs, waving a shooing hand at the boy with a look of barely concealed exasperation on his face. Definitely a new hire, then. That's the level of annoyance he reserves only for the overachieving rookies that he begrudgingly likes but never admits to.

"I-" newly named Weston starts but cuts himself off. Then, he takes a deep breath and straightens up, "Just one question, sir!"

"Weston, I swear to God," Commissioner pinches the bridge of his nose, lifting his glasses up a bit. But Tim tilts his head to the side, looking in the ginger's direction and raising his eyebrows. His domino mask hides it, but Bruce knows his menagerie of kids well enough to see that he is at least a bit curious about the boy. So he turns back around fully and inclines his head, giving Weston his attention. He doesn't mind talking with those rare few members of GCPD that Gordon likes.

Weston perks up like a very eager dog at the sight of a treat. In the contrast lighting of the BatSignal, his hair looks like it's on fire.

"If you don't mind, was the 'Smiling case' relevant to Joker in any sense?" The boy asks, loud and clear - maybe even too loud - with his unblinking gaze still glued to Bruce. Like he is afraid that if he closes his eyes for a moment, Gotham's vigilantes are going to disappear without a trace.

It's not a question Bruce expected, to be honest. The 'Smiling case' was closed just a few days ago, Gordon was still not done with the paperwork, as far as Oracle's records went. A murder of three, where all victims had some badly drawn clown makeup on them - post-mortem makeup, as it turned out, the murderer tried to deceive the investigation by trying to cover it up as Joker's doing. Only, he didn't do a good job at it, all the Bats were way too familiar with the Mad Clown's signature style. Not to mention that Joker was still securely sealed in his Arkham cell.

Bruce turns to look at Red Robin. He was the one working on the case, so Bruce gives him the choice of answering or not. Tim jerks his shoulder, looks the ginger boy up and down, and then shakes his head.

"Aside from a poor attempt at leading the investigation in the wrong direction, no, it wasn't," Tim shrugs, "The guy isn't even a Gothamite, he knew of Joker only from the rumors and media. And the clown faces were a makeshift cover-up."

Weston visibly deflates at the answer. Bruce watches in a slight amusement as Tasha nudges the other officer, one he doesn't remember the name of, in the shoulder, and stage-whispers, "Pay up." The older man huffs and disappears behind the door, followed by Isaiah.

"Thank you, Mr. Red Robin," Wesley nods politely and takes a step back, his eyes darting to Gordon. Tim snorts a laugh but doesn't correct him. Commissioner, though, gives the boy a long, dreadful sigh.

"Is that all, officer Weston?" He asks, not even bothering to hide his 'tired dad' voice.

The ginger nods again, "Yes, Commissioner Gordon."

"Then get out of my sight before I make all your shifts double," Jim commands, and Weston nearly runs back to the door with a speed that makes Bruce involuntarily think of speedsters. Must be the red hair.

Tim turns to look at the Commissioner right as the door to the roof slams shut behind both Weston and Kuznets.

"Who is he?"

Bruce is also a bit curious now. New recruits in the GCPD are nothing out of the ordinary, but Jim seems to know this one personally, and Kuznets, who is one of his trusted detectives, seems to also like the officer.

Gordon briefly huffs and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his coat. It's quite chilly today; Bruce makes a mental note to switch everyone to their more insulated suits. Scarecrow is currently out on the loose. It won't do any good if any of the Bats went down with a cold.

"Wesley Weston, fresh out of the Academy," Commissioner sighs, but, somehow, Bruce gets the impression it's not a sound of simple exasperation over a new officer eager to prove himself. Jim proves his assumptions by looking around the shoulder to make sure the door to the roof is still closed, and continuing, "Born and raised in the middle of nowhere, Illinois, but GCPD was his first choice. He explained it as having a few friends living in the city, which, unfortunately, proved to be right."

Bruce frowns and grunts, alarm bells ringing in his mind. Deliberately choosing to work in Gotham despite not being from here can be caused by many reasons, and nearly none of them are good reasons.

"Unfortunately?" Tim inquires suspiciously, also with a slight frown, but Jim waves them both off.

"No, he's got nothing to do with any of the criminals. It was the first thing I checked when he mentioned 'friends'. If anything, he's quite on the opposite; he'd make a great detective one day, what with his countless conspiracy theories, determination and the insane urge to dig up every single detail known to mankind," he laughs a bit, and Bruce notices a slight, teasing twinkle to the Commissioner's eyes behind his glasses. "On his second day here, the boy went and plain told me he knows that Batman is Bruce Wayne and that he's saying that because he knows I know and he is aware we're working together."

The alarm bells in Bruce's mind turn into sirens. They never discussed the matters of Bats' real identities with Gordon - Bruce had his suspicions that the man knew it and simply kept his status quo. In all fairness, James Gordon didn't make it to Gotham's Commissioner by sheer dumb luck, so all the Bats kind of expected him to figure it out one day.

But Jim knowing who's behind the cowl is one thing. A new, out of town officer is quite another.

"What did you answer?" Tim asks with an easy smile, but Bruce sees the barely noticeable tension in his shoulders.

Gordon nearly grins, "I didn't believe him, which turned out to be exactly what he expected. He also told me of some kind of a familial curse - he called it 'Cassandra's curse', I believe you're aware of what it means. And then, when I naturally expressed my doubts, proceeded to show it in action. Believe me, it works. Sometimes, it even works too well," the man looks to the side with an amused huff, "That's why officer Weston is strictly prohibited from voicing his opinions on any of the ongoing cases outloud. Detective Kuznets almost missed some critical evidence because of his input once."

Cassandra's curse, Bruce has heard of that saying before. Granted, he never thought it could be a real thing, and he is not intending on starting now, not before he investigates the matter thoroughly. But he does trust Jim - years and years of working together would do that to people - so he simply nods in understanding, leaving the matter of supernatural aside for now.

"What about his friends?" Red Robin asks again, and that causes Gordon to wince momentarily.

"That, I believe, was the cause of his performance just now. One of his friends runs an occult shop, and the other one loves to hang around our forensic scientists and coroners occasionally," the man waves their immediate frowns off again, "I don't go into the morgue often, but I heard he's good at finding out the causes of death by a few looks at the body. And they run a lot of bets between them three," Jim shrugs nonchalantly, "The last one was about the 'Smiling case', I take it."

"Any reason to worry about them?" Bruce can't help but ask. It's not unusual for people to be weird in this city, and running an occult shop and hanging out with pathologists are not exactly reasons to go through background checks when they've got much more pressing issues on their plate. Namely, Scarecrow: it's been more than a week since his escape, but none of the Bats have heard anything about him yet. Oracle is already busy enough with that and the current uprise of gang activity in the Narrows, there's no point in piling even more work on her shoulders just because of some gossip that rubs Bruce the wrong way.

Gordon, thankfully, doesn't take his question lightly and pauses, scratching his chin.

"No," he finally concludes after some thought, "They are a bit strange for non-Gothamites, I'll say that, but in terms of this city? They are no stranger than my neighbors from upstairs." Gordon doesn't tell them to leave it alone, Bruce notices. However, it's probably not because of any doubts he has; the Bats just have a habit of tripplechecking everything anyways, and who would know that better than Jim Gordon?

A quick glance to Tim proves Bruce's thoughts. Red Robin, despite the mask, looks thoughtful. How many cases is he already working on, seven? Bruce makes another mental note to ask Alfred to cut his caffeine intake. It might be a bit hypocritical of him, what with his own plans to send a few messages to JLD about the 'Cassandra's curse', but Bruce excuses himself as the adult in the family.

Commissioner Gordon clears his throat.

"Do you want me to turn around so you can make your mysterious escape, or-" he starts, but both vigilantes are already gone by the time he finishes, "-or not, okay."

[shimmershy]

*But it wasn't funny.

Chara Week Day 3: Laughter

[Image Description: An Undertale comic that takes place in the True Lab. Panel 1: Frisk and Chara stand side-by-side, looking at something off-screen to the right. Frisk looks scared and is hugging themself while holding a stick. Chara, a ghost, is translucent and has a similar look of distress on their face. Panel 2: The amalgamate that resembles Snowdrake stands at the opposite end of the room, saying "Sn...o...wy..." Panel 3: A close up of Frisk's face. There are tears in their eyes. They hold their stick in front of themself as they open their mouth to speak, but Chara cuts them off with a laugh from off-screen. Panel 4: Chara holds a hand up to their face, smiling with their eyebrows knit together. They say, "...hehe. You laugh, and keep laughing." Panel 5: Chara is laughing in the foreground, hovering with their knees curled up to their chest and their arms wrapped around themself. They say, "It's SO funny, you can't stop." Frisk is in the background glancing sideways at them with concern. Panel 6: A closeup of Chara's face on a black background. They're laughing even harder and covering their eyes with their hand as tears run down their face. They say, "Tears run down your face." Panel 7: Chara looks to the side at Frisk, hand still covering one side of their face and still smiling, but their laughter dies out. They say, "... What?" Panel 8: Chara floats on a black background, alone, beside Frisk's red soul. They ask, "You didn't do that?" /End ID]

[robinmage]

personally i think a super important part of jinshi and maoamos relationship (esp at the beginning of the series, though still true) is how they both have had really negative experiences regarding sexually/romantically-natured exchanges. maomao grew up in a brothel, shes seen probably every situation possible under the sun of women being abused, manipulated, lied to, and used for a mans personal benefit. and as such, the typical "sweep her off her feet with honeyed words and false promises" approach doesnt work on her at all, because shes already seen 101 different ways that can go wrong. subconsciously or not, she just instinctively knows that those 'fake'-like people cant be trusted.

jinshi, due to his characteristically beautiful face, has had no shortage of admirers during his time at the rear palace. women that invite him to their room in the evening, give him food with blood or hair or whatever in it, gifts him literal aphrodisiacs. hes willing to use his beauty to get what he wants (never unreasonably, though) but it becomes evident later that he certainly has some kind of complex about it. hes only 19(?) at the beginning of the series, and hes already been working in the rear palace for long enough to garner a strong reputation. the only people hes close to is gaoshun and MAYBE gyokuyou. to him, it probably seems like everyone else only cares about how pretty he is, and ignoring anything beyond that.

and so he meets maomao, who reacts to his advances not just coldly, but with obvious disdain. she sees RIGHT through his false flirty demeanour, and seems to be one of the only few people to do so. he doesnt expect that, and that interests him. not being attracted to his face is, in jinshis eyes, a key trait to have in order to work with him. he seeks maomaos counsel time and time again (bc he likes his new toy but also) because he trusts her to work WITH him, not FOR him; actually using her head to figure out what the best conclusion is, instead of just blindly following him and giving him whatever she thinks would make him happy with her.

after it becomes obvious to him that absolutely none of his advances will work on maomao, he really tones it down and they enter what i call their "bonding stage", which is mostly just dealing with situations around the inner and outer court together. thats where the foundation of their relationship really starts to grow; jinshi values maomao for her intellect and straightforward attitude, and maomao values jinshi for being a genuinely kind and hardworking person. they start to hold each other in higher esteem because they actually see each others real selves, and likewise appreciate that finally someone can see them beyond that metaphorical impersonal veil.

[linterteatime]

I'm so sorry

[bluewolfangel01]

I feel uhhh so silllyy for requesting this but what if sheep mc snapped at like the brothers cuz there’s no way their 100+ year old asses are still acting like angsty teenagers (MC has a delusional joy moment😔😔😔)

It's okay, this is a very interesting request and I'm glad to do it 😁

I will specifically be writing Mc as a sheep like in the manga cause tiny pissed off sheep going off on tall and powerful demons is hilarious (sorry for the wait btw)

angy Mc is funny Mc and you can't change my mind

(I headcanon that the brothers sense their sin on Mc/you btw)

-Angy Mc-

Satan was the first one to sense something was up after a few minutes after his brothers and him started arguing

At first he wasn't sure what he was sensing, until he realized that he felt his sin, pure festering wrath

The worst part? He realized that it coming from Mc, who oddly enough was just sitting quietly on the couch, blankly staring at their phone in front of them

Satan went quite

Which caught the attention of the other brothers, who also turned their shouting at Satan, and even though Satan was very tempted to strick back at them, he held his tongue for once

Mc: "Can you all not fight, argue, or yell FOR ONE DAY?!"

It was at this point the brothers knew, they f#cked up (and went silent)

Mc: "Honestly, I know yall are brothers and demons so this kinda stuff is bound to happen but for Diavolo's sake this is getting ridiculous!"

Mc: *points hoof at Belphie* " Belphie. I know you're the avatar of sloth and therefore sleep a lot, but you can't solve all your problems and grief by sleeping the time away constantly, and the youngest brother brat thing doesn't always make you endearing!"

Mc: *points hoof at Beel* "Beel. I know you have survivors guilt but Lilith ended up living with humans like she wanted, Belphie doesn't need you standing up for him all the time, and you needn't continue to try to fill the hole inside you by eating in a restaurant that has no more food when you could just go down the street to another food place!"

Mc: *points hoof at Asmo* "Asmo. I know you ~get it on~ mainly to distract yourself from your troubles, to make yourself forget even just for a bit, sometimes but you can't push those feelings down forever, so actually talk with someone, anyone, about whats bothering you rather then trying ignore it! And stop hitting on your brothers, it's kinda weird!"

Mc: *points hoof at Satan* "Satan. I know you have an inferiority complex when it comes to Lucifer, but for the love of Diavolo, you wouldn't be called Satan, avatar of wrath, if you were like Lucifer in the first place. You have blonde hair and like cats, Lucifer has black grey-ish hair and likes dogs. AND THATS JUST THE START OF THE CONTRASTS! You are your own person, get that through your thick skull!"

Mc: *points hoof at Levi* "Levi. I know that it's easy to compare yourself to others and not at least feel somewhat bad about yourself but how do you not realize that you're the best tech wiz we got, an amazing gamer, and the most dedicated being I've ever seen in my life! So if you think that you're not good at something think again!"

Mc: *points hoof at Mammon* "Mammon. How in the whole Devildom is the Avatar of Greed almost always poor?! Also I know you are a material gorl, but items and things can't fully fill the void that you feel, so stop acting all emotionally constipated and just ask for affection if you want it!"

Mc: *points hoof at Lucifer* "And you Lucifer. I know you're the eldest and the prideful one, but there is such a thing as shouldering too much and being stubborn to a fault! Ask for help and for Diavolo to lessen your workload every once in a while! And stop not telling your brothers important things, rather then being all secretive to try to 'protect them' youre just hurting yourself and them cause of it!"

Silence was all that could be heard in the House of Lamentation, the brothers still as statues with varying amount of widened eyes, staring at the small being that they cherished that had just ripped into them so aggressively

After a minute ofa dead silent pause, Mc turned off their phone, hopped off the couch and started walking to the living room exit

Mc: "Honestly, I didn't expect to become a therapist for demons when coming here, and now I can't even read my enemies to lovers book in even somewhat peace.... I don't get paid enough for this."

They then disappeared from the brothers' sight, left to wrap their heads around what just happened

And the arguement that started it all? Who was going to make dinner that night

[yourbuerokrat2]

@lordlexion

considering you wrote that you like obsessive/possessive Q and were wondering how this could go on

Q is already aware of Picards current position on spending eternity with him. After all, he did see his reactions when Q had told that they would 'spend a little time together'. But, Q is telling himself, this is only temporarily. After all Picard is a mortal and therefore more frightened by the concept of eternity itself than having Q for company during it all. And even if it really was the case, where Picard was... uncomfortable with the shere idea of being Qs.. companion (Picard is not entirely sure what Q would even want for him to be during all of that) than Q is just sure that his capitaine simply doesn't know how great it's going to be.

So, just imagine Datas comment not leaving Picards mind for a while. In contrast to Q, Picard ends up telling himself the complete opposite. But he finds it hard to fall asleep. ('A little time together? How much?' 'Eternity'). Q couldn't have been serious. He just couldn't.

When next Q arrives for a 'social call between friends', Picard asks him. Of course, thinking that Q was going to laugh at him for thinking he was serious. Laughing because the thought of Picard actually believing that Q would want to spend more than a week with him would be hilarious.

Q does not laugh.

The reaction is not what Picard had expected. Or wanted.

Not only was Q serious, but the entity before him seems, in his own way, rather excited about it. Having already made plans about all the places they were going to go. All the things Q wanted to show and all the things he could teach Picard once he got rid of that limiting mortal body of his.

"I don't want this, Q."

"Of course you don't want this, mon capitaine.

Not right now at least. So used to your own mortality, your ship and your rather unflattering assumptions about me. But you will see. Once you will be used to it. Used to just you and me and the Universe beneath our feet to do with as we please. You will wonder why you ever wanted to say no to it all in the first place."

Q had gotten increasingly closer during his tirade, so close that beforePicard could say anything to it all, the entity had given him a light kiss and disappeared in a flash.

No longer wondering what it was Q wanted him and them to be.

Data: Captain, I noticed that you were uncharacteristically calm as you reported about the entity known as Q threatening that you were going to spend eternity with him on two seperate occassions.

Picard: That is because I now realize that I won't have to worry about Q following through with it. After all, Q can't possibly be obsessed enough with me to actually want to spend that much time with me.

Right?

[faesdreaming]

Yandere Miguel O’Hara Headcanons

a/n: there are two routes platonic and romantic, which will be bolded and colour-coded like this, please forgive my spanish i am breaking out my high school spanish classes.

tw: yandere themes, possessive, obsessive, and controlling behaviour, potential spoilers, suggestive themes (romantic route), captivity, canonical inaccuracies, implied neglect (platonic route)

•Becoming the hero Arachnid wasn’t something you ever planned on happening. You were just going about your regular, every day life when a radioactive spider bit you. The spider that bit you gave you amazing powers that you utilized to become the amazing, the one and only friendly neighbourhood Arachnid! Then, you were suddenly pulled into another dimension that was almost exactly like yours and discovered that you weren’t the only one of well you after all.

•You, alongside other spider-themed heroes, joined forces against Kingpin in order to return to your home dimensions. However, that wasn’t your last adventure with the multiverse. Your next encounter would occur a few months after your first misadventure. Having finished fighting the Green Goblin, you were ready to end the night there. Then, a portal similar to the one that brought you to Miles’ dimension opened up. Out came a tall, well-muscled Spider-Man and a Spider-Woman

•They introduced themselves as Miguel O’Hara and Jessica Drew and informed of the Spider society they’d formed. You were offered membership by them. Well, by Jessica. Miguel was staying silent. You don’t know why, but you felt as though he was watching you. He was, of course, he was right in front of you, but this felt eerie. Your senses were telling you something was wrong but Jessica was so nice and you really were excited and honoured to be given such an opportunity. So, you take it.

Romantic Route:

•Miguel stared at you intently. He’d been watching you for a while now, observing. You resemblance was uncanny— you looked exactly like his spouse. Not his spouse exactly, but the one the other had. You looked like the partner that Miguel had grown to love alongside his daughter. A variant of them. Although he was initially against you joining, it would be easier to watch you— look out for you if you joined the lobby.

•After your acceptance, Miguel tasked Jessica with guiding you around the lobby. He didn’t trust anyone else and he couldn’t bare to do it himself. He couldn’t handle himself around you. It wasn’t just your appearance that was uncanny, it was everything. You mannerisms, habits, likes, interests, everything. How Miguel yearned for you. Yearned to feel your touch, your kiss. Yearned for the happiness he once knew.

•But that would break the canon, wouldn’t it? The memories of his world, his family fading from existence because he broke the canon. He couldn’t let that happen again. So, he behaved coldly towards you. But as Miguel continued to watch you and interact with you, he started to doubt. You were a variant of his partner, but your dimension didn’t have a variant of Miguel O’Hara. Perhaps, he rationalized, this was canon. Your fates were meant to be intertwined. He needed you and you needed him. That was canon.

•Miguel strikes when you least expect. Spends weeks carefully planning. He stalks you, memorizes your routine to a point. He assigns you a mission, not overly-difficult but not easy. Something to tire you out. With your senses dulled and the weariness from the fight left you susceptible to his attack. Quickly, stealthily and by surprise, he subdued you. His sharp fangs biting into the tender skin of your neck, paralyzing you.

•When you come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Yet there are familiar objects lying around; trinkets and photos that had disappeared. Your spidey-senses were going off the rails and that’s when he came.

“Miguel?”

•He tells you you’re here for your safety and for the safety of your dimension. Swears you’re meant to be with him, that it’s canon. Warns you of the consequences if you break the canon. You stare at him, intaking his audacity. Then, you shriek at him. Call him out on his absolute bull. Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. He ignores your screeching and leaves. Obviously, you’re still in shock. You’ll come around.

•Almost a month later, lo and behold, you still haven’t come around to being pliant with your captor. Miguel is a man of many things, but patience is not one. He is so very tired, having to deal with Lyla’s teasing and the other Spider’s bullshit. Is it too much to ask to come home to his loving spouse? Just like he used to.

•Apparently, it is. Seeing as you aren’t his spouse, but someone he locked up, you scream at him. Unholy screeches whenever you see him. Today, Miguel’s had enough. Large hands wrap around you and slam you against the headboard of the bed you’re chained too.

“Enough.” He hisses. “¡Mierda! I won’t hear it. ¿Me entienden? You stay here. If the safety of the multiverse won’t convince then maybe the safety of your aunt will.”

•The moment the vague threat passes over you freeze entirely. You’ve lost almost everyone, everyone but her. Carefully, you suck in air. Large tears brim at the edges of your eyes. as you look Miguel directly in the eyes. His eyes, dark and dangerous, bore back into yours.

“Please Miguel,” you whisper. “I’ll stay. I’m sorry. Don’t hurt her.”

•Miguel softens at your submission. However, he still doesn’t trust you. He pulls himself off you and stalks out, leaving you laying on the bed, dazed. From that day forewords, you become more compliant. You listen to Miguel and don’t fight him. Miguel knows that he can’t keep you locked away forever. People were asking questions. With your ‘good’ behaviour, you’ll be granted more privileges. More freedom, if that’s what you can call it. You’ll never truly be free, trapped under Miguel’s watchful eyes. But you’re able to go into the lobby again. To talk with people, even if you do so bearing Miguel’s marks. You know you can’t escape him, not when he could take away the little you had left, not when he would hunt you down through every universe. For now, you know you can’t escape Miguel’s grip.

Platonic Route:

•When Miguel saw you for the first time, he felt the world stop around him. It was as though there was nobody else but you and him. You, who was the only variant of his dead child that wasn’t truly his. He watched as you swung around, mocking villains and making clever quips. Miguel’s heart ached for you, for himself, for his dead daughter and child. As he watched you, memories of holding his child as they died because of him resurface. Once more, does Miguel feel the bitter sting of grief and loss.

•Oh, how Miguel desires to hold you, to cradle you close and never let go. But he can’t, he won’t. You’re not his child. You’re not the child he failed to protect. No, you’re a child he can protect. Thus, his decision to allow you to join the spider-society, if only to watch over you and protect you. Your family clearly isn’t doing a good job at it. Miguel spends more time than necessary looking after you. Not that he meant to, of course. You were just so vulnerable. You needed guidance. You may have been s superhero but you were also a child.

•Under Miguel’s guidance you thrive. He teaches you proper fighting techniques, improves your web-shooters and other tech you have and acts as the father figure you need. His teaching method is firm yet gentle. Miguel remains stern, however, everyone notices how soft he is with you. Life is good in the lobby. To be honest, sometimes you consider staying forever. Or more accurately, Miguel implies you should.

•Yes, he was originally not going to interfere. But it was you who made the decision to stay, so obviously that meant something. And Miguel wouldn’t lie, whenever you returned to your Earth to fulfill your duties as Arachnid, he could barely think he was so worried. Every villain encounter, every scrape and bruise is another chance to fail to protect his child. Miguel gets more desperate over time. Your time in the lobby is almost exclusively spent with him. Every mission is with him, every meal is with him, almost every moment is spent by Miguel’s side. And honestly? You’re starting to get s little sick of it.

•Not that you were complaining. You’re so grateful for the opportunities Miguel gave you, but he’s so overbearing. Maybe it’s normal, you rationalize, you’re family isn’t very close. Besides, you’ve seen Peter B. Parker with Mayday. Even Miguel isn’t that clingy. Your senses are blaring danger and to get away, but your yearning for love and affection suppress them. You continue to push down your instincts until you can’t. Until you decide to listen to your doubts— only to prove them wrong, of course. However, just your luck, your instincts are proven correct. You discover a goddamn tracker implanted in your arm.

•Finally, everything clicks. Everything Miguel does? Not normal! Just creepy, especially this. Thus, you decide to leave. You dig out your tracker and stitch the wound back up. You leave the tracker where you know Miguel will find it and leave, discarding your portal bracelet. You return to your Earth for the final time, intent on never leaving again.

•When Miguel returns to find your tracker and no trace of you, he goes ballistic. You left, he can’t protect you. You’ll get hurt, you’ll die. Miguel can’t risk losing you. He travels to your Earth in search of you. There, he tracks you down to find you losing badly against the Green Goblin. You’re clutch your ribs, bruised and bloody. The moment he sees you like this, Miguel enters a blazing fury. He attacks the Goblin viciously, pounding him until a sickening crunch is heard and the Goblin’s neck snaps. You collapse, from your injuries and the shock of witnessing Miguel kill the Goblin.

•Your chest seizes, hyperventilating. You can hear your heart beat racing as Miguel turns to you. He watches you panic and slowly paces towards you. You attempt to scoot away, but you can barely move. Miguel’s mask is off. You can see his eyes being filled with the same eerie softness as the day you met. Carefully, he leans down and large hands grasp onto you. You struggle as best you can, squirming despite the pain.

“¡Ay! Cariño.” He admonishes gently. “Be still, you’ll hurt yourself.”

•Regardless of his orders, you continue to squirm. Sighing, Miguel extended his fangs and bit down on your neck. Paralyzed, you fall limp in his arms. Carefully, he maneuvers you so to not hurt you. He cradles you to his chest as he inspects you over.

“We’ll get you checked out when we go to your new room. ¿Estàts bien?”

•Unable to do anything, you lay helpless in Miguel’s arms as he takes you to your new fancy prison cell— or room as he calls it. From there, you’ll be safe. Somewhere only Miguel knows, a place he can be certain he can protect you. Yes, you’ll stay locked away in your gilded cage, guarded by Miguel. Safe from the world, from every threat but him.

[gothghostiie]

I saw this and instantly thought of price dude (or maybe konig?)

https://www.tumblr.com/narcophilia/751017297002577920

Help I'm so normal about them

the post ^

I absolutely see price like this holy shit. price being a poor single dad and barely getting along when you meet. I'm thinking he doesn't have enough money for groceries at the checkout (very cliche i know) and you happen to be behind him; and you just pay for him - he's absolutely stunned and insist you don't have to, you don't need to, but of course you do anyway. he feels bad, so bad he insist to invite you for coffee or dinner, any way to repay you.

and to his surprise you agree cause why not? he's handsome and seems really nice and his kid is adorable too. so you exchange numbers and before you know you're in his tiny apartment, eating dinner with them. the state of it breaks your heart, it's not a great part of town and you just know he doesn't have proper time to take care of it, it's a bit dirty and some stuff is broken, he tells you he can't find the time to fix it with his job demanding him like that.

you don't let on as you're there but the next day john has a handyman and cleaning service at his door - he tells them they have the wrong apartment but they show him the adress they were given - and it's his. he tells them he doesn't have the money to afford it - his eyes almost pop out when he's told they're prepaid. only when price gets the flowers delivered to his door (along with a new toy for the kid) and reads your little note the realisation sinks in. he feels bad for you spending the money but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being pampered like that.

[livinginadumpster]

One thing I really like in Dead Boy Detectives is the use of blood/gore/horror. With a TV-MA rating, a show with horror themes is obviously going to have some blood and violence, and there are clear instances if this in DBD, but while it's definitely there, it's almost never gratuitous. That's because scenes like the Devlin murders or Maxine's death aren't really about those deaths, rather, they're about the characters' reactions to them and the way the story is shaped by them.

In the Devlin house, the camera focuses not on the girls being killed but on Edwin, Crystal, and particularly Charles reacting to their murders with horror, shock, and anger. The blood splatters in a meaningful way, rather than simply a horrifying one, over the TV and the popcorn and the younger daughter's stuffed rabbit, tarnishing the innocence of everything it touches. While the tragedy of the murders themselves are important, the main focus is Charles' reaction to them as a result if his own trauma. Showing the minutia of the killings would take away from that, so it simply isn't there.

Even Maxine's death, while definitely played off more for shock value than the Devlin murders, serves a purpose. Episode 5 focuses on the failure of romantic relationships, on betrayals from those you thought you could trust, and the Maxine subplot adds to that. It begs the question, who can you trust in this world? At the end of the episode, the answer we are given is your friends, your found family, because love will kill.

It seems to me that the blood in hell represents the guilt of those it touches - Simon's wounds heal when he forgives himself; Edwin loses the blood covering him after Charles turns up to rescue him (albeit by a horrifying cause); the people in the Lust room are drenched in blood and get it on Edwin when they try to drag him down. It's not just there to demonstrate the horrors of hell, but to brand its inhabitants.

There are lots of other examples. The blood when Niko dies is there obviously because that's what happens when you get stabbed, but also (in my opinion) as a visual callback to her saying that red is the color of courage. The cat king's bloody corpse and Monty's blood-splattered face show Esther's ruthlessness and disregard for anyone in her path. Lilith is covered in blood as a symbolic part of her character design. Everything serves a purpose, narratively or symbolically.

(The only example of gore that served no particular purpose that I can think of was in episode one when the WWI ghost drooled blood all over Charles' face, but it was the pilot episode and that whole scene was meant to be shocking, so it can be forgiven.)

Anyway, I really like the way they use blood in DBD, because it shows such a level of detail and care. I enjoy horror but not gore so much, and to me it's refreshing to see it used so tastefully and executed so well.

[teddy-bear-d]

Gem and the Scotts, Scotts and the Gem