#wasn't expecting this brainrot when i first watched it but here we are :))))

[thiscoldheart]

some details that i loved in la chimera (spoiler heavy) :

i posted this on twitter as well but i wanted to include it here too. i love this little moment here where italia rests her head on arthur's shoulder and for a brief moment, he's anchored to the present by that touch, but him being the orpheus that he is, just HAD to turn back and find himself gravitating towards the tombs, the past and his eurydice.

the fact that italia's name is literally italy in italian and by the end of the movie she creates a community of her own where she's looking out for those that are outcasted by society, in an abandoned train station named riparbella which literally means "to start again".

arthur's eye always being blocked by shadow throughout the movie until he sees the light at the very end

according to wiki, the goddess the statue is based on is cybele, goddess of nature, animals, wild places and represents the "creative and destructive force of nature." her phrygian name matar (mother) alludes to the fact that she was a "mediator between the boundaries of the known and unknown, the civilized and the wild, the worlds of the living and the dead." i love that this goddess' presence in the movie symbolizes arthur traversing between the living and the dead worlds and getting closer to beniamina. i love that by the end of the movie, the statue itself becomes unknown to human eyes and returns to the wild, far away from civilization, which is arguably the same fate that arthur meets as he dies.

the red string that's following arthur around is very reminiscent of the red string ariadne gives theseus to find his way through the maze. it's beautiful how this red string seems to appear only in his dreams at first but slowly starts crossing the boundaries of dreams and reality as the movie goes on until he is able to tug at it by the end and cross over into beniamina's world.

arthur, at the beginning of the movie, says "so it's you. my last woman's face." how cool is it that beniamina's face resembles cybele's?

arthur goes back to flora's house after being injured and her daughter finds him in the bathroom. spooked, she says "i thought it was a ghost" which arthur might as well be considering how he's essentially been a walking corpse this entire movie.

also a special shout out from the bottom of my heart to the sped up sequences, didn't even realize how badly i needed them until i saw them. the chaos in these sequences is everything to me. this is REAL cinema!

in general, one of the themes that i've come to love about this movie is how objects can have different meanings to everyone. an object like the bell arthur found was just "a thing that rings" whereas italia interprets it as a gift until she comes to realize it's been excavated from a grave. the statue was part of a shrine back when it was made, but to the tombaroli and the sellers, this is only a means to make more money. the train station started off as a place that symbolizes movement of people from the city to the countryside but has now become a home for the outcasts of society. the apotropaic phallus would've have warded off evil and bad luck back in the day, but is now used as a means of escape from the law. a simple red string is the literal lifeline for arthur as he tries to find his way back to his lover.

also want to give another shout out to the inclusion of the italian troubadours (our greek chorus) who beautifully spell out the tragedy of our protagonist and his gang.

speaking of music, i really liked this particular song italia was singing as she was practicing. the lyrics go "i'd like to explain to you, o god/ where my suffering lies/ but fate condemns me to weep/ to weep" and that's exactly when arthur finds her crying son. at least italia finds a way for her suffering to end by the end of the movie. maybe we can say the same about arthur too?

i'll probably add more as i keep rewatching the movie lol and make a thread of this on twitter too (x) thanks for sticking around and let me know what other cool details y'all noticed!

[heartsbyani]

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chrispy kreme ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits > that is if this man sleeps !!

mans is the ultimate human heater, his body radiates warmth, making you feel all cozy and safe. even in the summer, you find yourself wrapped up in his warmth.

he loves loves LOVE to stay close to you in his sleep (if that wasn't obvious), but he shifts positions a lot. one moment, he's spooning you with his arm draped protectively (very alpha sigma i see you chrizzler) over your waist, and the next, he's starfishing (i'm gonna be a star star ahh) across the bed.

the nights when he's super exhausted from schedule; now this is not very likely but lowkey i get the feeling that he'd knock out quick (because it's you) and barely moves, but if he’s restless, expect him to unconsciously tangle his limbs with yours.

he hates sleeping apart. if you even shift away a little in your sleep, his arm immediately snakes around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.

sometimes, he’s so much more clingier in his sleep that if you try to move, he mumbles in protest. ⟡ “no, don’t leave me.” ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? my arms are literally your home.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

waking up next to chris means waking up to sliiightly wet, but soft kisses all over your face, collarbone and/or neck, raspy whispers, and the sound of his deep, morning voice murmuring against your skin.

the first thing he does upon waking up? pulls you even closer and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

he hums against your skin, sometimes singing random tunes that he's working on, softly if he feels like it. his voice is still husky, warm, and soothing in the mornings.

he’s a slow riser—likes to take his time waking up, staying in bed with his lover for as long as possible.

he is so down bad when you trace soft patterns on his bare back (because we all know that man either sleeps ass naked or with shorts.. it's probably the latter though) or card your fingers through his messy, natural brown curls while he slowly wakes up.

if you even try to get up, he tightens his grip and whines, his voice still sleepy as he pouts, ⟡ “mmm, naaauuur, just five more minutes.”⟡ “you’re really gonna leave me here? in this cold, cruel world?”⟡ “i worked so hard yesterday.. don’t i deserve a little extra love in the morning?”

lazy kisses everywhere. your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—he worships your face before he even fully wakes up.

his kisses are teasingly slow, lingering, and filled with warmth. he takes his time, savoring the way your lips feel against his.

if you try to dodge his kisses (just to tease him), he pouts dramatically before grabbing your face and peppering kisses all over.

he loves when you kiss him back—his lips curve into a lazy smile against yours.

if you say good morning first, he grins sleepily before responding: ⟡ “good morning, angel,” ⟡ “you’re the first thing i get to see every morning. how lucky am i?” ⟡ “mmm… you look too pretty in the morning. how do you do that?”

if it’s his day off, he stays in bed for hours—talking to you, playing with your fingers, or just laying there admiring you.

if he wakes up before you (very usual), he watches you sleep with the softest look in his eyes. he brushes stray hairs from your face and presses soft kisses to your temple. and almost a few minutes later, he slips out of the sheets carefully, and heads to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the both of you, wearing nothing but sweatpants/shorts and messy bedhead curls.

if you’re still in bed while he cooks, he’ll come back to wake you up with kisses. ⟡ “wake up, princess. i made you breakfast.”⟡ “c’mon baby, don’t make me eat alone.” (pouting) ⟡ “if you don’t get up, i’m gonna carry you to the kitchen myself.” (he will pick you up so easily as if you're feater, 100%)

he loves simple, quiet mornings where it’s just the two of you existing together—no rush, no stress, just warmth and love.

when you wake up very cranky.. “why do mornings exist?” you'd groan. ⟡ “so i can wake up next to you.” “annoying.”⟡ “and yet, you love me.” (we saw this coming.)

when you sleepily mumble something incoherent.. ⟡ “…what was that?”“…pancakes.” (still half-asleep) ⟡ “you’re literally dreaming about food. that’s so cute.” (laughs, kissing your forehead)

when you try to leave the bed.. ⟡ “if you leave, i’m gonna be sad all day.” “you’ll survive.” ⟡ “will i?” (clutching his heart dramatically) “okay, fine, five more minutes.” ⟡ “i love you.” (smug)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

1000/10. extremely. there’s no escaping his arms in the mornings. like i said, if you try to slip away, he will hook a leg over yours or grabs your waist to keep you in place.

some mornings, he literally pulls you on top of him and lets you rest on his chest while he strokes your back lazily.

he gets extra whiny if you have to leave the bed early, dragging you back down even if it’s just for a minute.

if you manage to somehow slip away, expect him to follow you—sleepily stumbling into the kitchen to find you.

if you’re making coffee, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and swaying you slightly. ⟡ “left me alone in bed… how could you?” (fake dramatic gasp) ⟡ “i need my morning cuddles, or i can’t function.” ⟡ “you better come back to bed after this.” (serious tone, but he’s grinning)

─ so.. waking up next to chris is like waking up to warmth, love, and pure comfort. he’s clingy, affectionate, and hopelessly in love with you—so expect soft kisses, sleepy smiles, and endless cuddles every single morning.

minheez nuts ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

minho isn’t the clingiest person when he’s awake, but something about sleeping next to you turns him into a human koala. he’ll fall asleep with you curled into his chest, one arm lazily draped around your waist.

he usually sleeps on his stomach or his side, with an arm tucked under the pillow. if you cuddle him in your sleep, you’ll wake up with your head resting on his arm or chest because he adjusted for your comfort.

if you’re cold, he’ll wordlessly pull the blanket over you, maybe teasing you about how you “should’ve brought a heater instead of stealing my body warmth.”

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

he doesn’t let go easily in the morning either. even if you wake up before him, good luck getting out of bed—his grip tightens unconsciously if you try to leave.

almost all mornings, he wakes up first, but sometimes but refuses to move, just enjoying the warmth of having you there. if you shift or stir, he’ll nuzzle his face into your shoulder like a cat pretending to still be asleep.

sometimes, he’s the type to sigh dramatically if you try to roll away. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? we have rent to pay in this bed.”

minho is definitely an early riser, but he also has a soft spot for lazy, half-asleep kisses. he’ll hum in satisfaction when you kiss him first thing in the morning, even if he pretends to be grumpy about it.

the first kiss is always lazy—just a soft press of lips, half-lidded eyes, and a sleepy little smirk afterward.

if he wakes up before you, he’ll quietly admire you for a bit before giving your forehead a lingering kiss, his lips warm and slightly chapped.

sometimes, he gets playful and nips at your cheek or jaw just to hear you whine. ⟡ “aish, you’re so needy. you act like you love me or something.”

hahaha... i'm okay.. anyway. his morning voice. deep, raspy, and slow—like warm honey dripping from a spoon. he doesn’t talk much when he first wakes up, but when he does, his voice is even lower than usual.

he groans dramatically when stretching his back, arms wrapping around you like a cat stretching in a sunbeam. ⟡ “ugh… this is it. this is the end. i’m never getting up. i've gotten way too old.”

if you tease him for sounding extra husky, he’ll smirk and whisper directly in your ear just to fluster you. ⟡ “do you like it that much? should i keep talking?”

in those lazy mornings, he does take his sweet time waking up, stretching like a cat and blinking at you sleepily. however, in other cases, he'll be slipping out of bed at 7am, only to go make some breakfast and/or work out.

if you’re already up before him and doing something, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist from behind and lean his chin on your shoulder, mumbling, ⟡ “competing with my healthy lifestyle now?”

he insists that you both brush your teeth before exchanging any serious morning kisses, but he’ll still sneak in a few forehead or temple kisses beforehand.

if he’s feeling especially soft, he’ll let you sit on the bathroom counter while he brushes your hair lazily, making teasing comments the entire time.

he prefers to wake up naturally, but if he wakes up first and you’re still sleeping, he gets playful.

his favorite way to wake you up? poking your cheek repeatedly while whispering, “wake up, idiot.”

if that doesn’t work, he’ll start rubbing the tip of his nose against yours like an affectionate cat.

if he’s extra mischievous, he’ll just hover over you and stare until you wake up, pretending he wasn’t doing anything.

⟡ “you’re lucky you’re cute when you sleep, otherwise this would be boring.”

“min, let me go, i need to pee.”⟡ “sounds like a personal problem.”

“wake up, it’s getting late.”⟡ “time is a social construct.”

“your morning breath is kinda…”⟡ “and yet you’re still here, breathing it in. suspicious.”

“let’s just sleep forever.”⟡ “that’s not how life works.” “you’re so boring.”

⟡ “wow, you look amazing. like a raccoon who lost a fight with its reflection.”

⟡ “you snored so loudly last night, i thought an earthquake was happening.”

if you try to get revenge and tell him he snores, he’ll smirk. ⟡ “yeah? and yet you still slept next to me like a lovesick puppy. obsessed.”

he’ll dramatically complain if you steal his blanket. ⟡ “i knew this relationship was a scam. you just wanted my warmth and left me to freeze.”

he’s not above taking a sneaky picture of you drooling if the opportunity arises. you know we all want to see mingo's camera roll. blackmail material.

but if you ever caught him staring at you, he’d just roll his eyes and say, ⟡ “don’t flatter yourself.” (he totally loves waking up next to you, though.)

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

5/10? he isn’t the type to beg for cuddles, but if you initiate them, he’ll accept them like a spoiled cat basking in attention.

however, in some tired mornings, his sleepiness overrides his usual tsundere tendencies, making him extra soft. he’ll bury his face in your neck or the crook of your shoulder, mumbling nonsense.

if you try to get up, he’ll tighten his hold and whine in a barely audible voice, ⟡ “five more minutes…”

he’ll casually drape an arm around your waist, preventing you from moving. ⟡ “where do you think you’re going? the bed tax says you need to pay five more minutes of cuddles.”

if he’s feeling particularly lazy, he’ll trap you against him, completely deadweight, and mumble, ⟡ “mmm… stay.”

some mornings, he’ll just hook a finger into your waistband or shirt, keeping a loose hold as if to say, don’t go too far.

₍^. .^₎⟆

if soondoongdori come into the room while you’re still in bed, he’ll make them cuddle with you too. ⟡ “dori, look at her. she’s so lazy, just like you.”

if you wake up before him and start petting soonie or doongie, he’ll pretend to be jealous. ⟡ “unbelievable. you replaced me with my own kids.”

sometimes, he’ll wake up and find his cats curled up on your side of the bed, and he’ll say, ⟡ “traitors. i thought we were a team.”

─ minho is the type of boyfriend who acts unbothered but secretly adores every second of waking up next to you. his teasing never stops, but neither does his quiet affection. even if he pretends to be indifferent, he’s the kind of guy who’ll always make sure you’re warm, well-rested, and maybe just a little bit trapped under the covers with him ><

changbinary ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

my man is an extremely cuddly sleeper. he always has an arm or a leg draped over you, no exceptions.

he prefers holding you against his big big plushy tiddies because he loves feeling you close, and he thinks it's the most protective way to sleep.

big spoon energy, but if you ever hold him from behind, he melts instantly. he won’t admit it, but he loves it when you trace little patterns on his back.

sometimes, he’ll unconsciously tighten his hold on you in his sleep, pulling you even closer like you might just disappear.

he grumbles when you try to move away, fully trapping you under him like a weighted blanket.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

this little baby... he gives a thousand lazy kisses the moment he wakes up. sleepy, warm, soft pecks all over your face—your nose, forehead, cheeks, lips. ⟡ “mmm, morning kisses are necessary. it’s the law.”

his lips are warm and plush in the morning, and he loves lingering kisses, his lips pressing against yours in a lazy, affectionate way.

he smiles into kisses when you kiss him back, of course !!!!!!! he’s so adorably giggly in the morning that sometimes he breaks into laughter while kissing you.

his morning voice is so much softer, deep, raspy, and extra cute when he’s still waking up. it’s slightly grumbly but soft.

he talks a lot in the mornings—he’ll wake up half-asleep and mumbling, sometimes saying random, nonsensical things. ⟡ “baby, do you think… pigs have a favorite color?” ⟡ "you're so warm… i think i might just stay in bed forever."

hums against your skin while burying his face in your shoulder.

he’s super warm when he wakes up, body heat radiating off him, making cuddling even cozier.

drowsy smiles. he wakes up grinning at you, eyes half-closed, dimples peeking through.

he rubs his eyes (cutely), then hides his face against your neck because he’s too lazy to get up.

he'd whisper before pressing a kiss to your collarbone. ⟡ “morning, angel,”

if he had a long schedule the night before, he’s extra slow to wake up, mumbling incoherently and pulling you into his chest so you don’t leave.

“binnie, we need to get up.” ⟡ “no, we don’t. society is a lie. time is fake. the only real thing is you and me in this bed.” “you have schedules.” ⟡ “i cancel them. i live here now. this is my new job.”

⟡ “you didn’t give me enough kisses this morning.” “i literally kissed you like, ten times.” ⟡ “well, it’s not enough. i require more. right now.” (leans in dramatically)

you'd poke his cheek. “baby, wake up.” ⟡ “five more minutes.” “you said that ten minutes ago.” ⟡ “mmm… i lied.” pulls you into a hug, trapping you under him.

when he finally wakes up properly, he stretches with a cute little groan, then reaches out for you immediately.

a gazillion forehead kisses before getting out of bed. always. it’s a rule.

sometimes, if he has energy, he picks you up bridal-style out of bed and carries you to breakfast.

loves cooking breakfast together—he makes the eggs while you make the coffee. but sometimes, he just hugs you from behind the entire time instead.

sits at the table, still groggy, resting his head on your shoulder while eating.

⟡ “my partner make the best latte,” he mumbles against your shoulder, completely leaning into you.

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100000/10. this man will not let you get out of bed.

if you try, he will pull you back, wrap his arms around your waist, and squeeze you against his chest (the changtiddies are literally pillows). ⟡ “nooo, don’t gooo. five more minutes. five. no, ten. no, just stay forever.”

he pouts if you escape his hold. but the moment you come back, he’s nuzzling into you, wrapping himself around you like a koala.

he loves when you rub his back or play with his hair in the mornings—it makes him so soft and sleepy again.

─ overall, this man is the cutest, clingiest, softest morning boyfriend who just wants to stay in bed and cuddle you forever. if he could, changbin would glue himself to you and never let go. (my cue to play glue song.....)

hyunskittles ୨୧

₍^. .^₎⟆ sleeping & cuddling habits

hyune loves being wrapped around you like an overgrown golden retriever. his long limbs tangle with yours, ensuring you physically cannot escape.

if he’s spooning you, expect muscular arm lockdown—his biceps are getting strong, and he unknowingly holds you way too tight in his sleep. you literally have to fight for your life to turn over.

in rare moments, when he’s the little spoon, he melts in your arms like a sleepy puppy, occasionally making soft content noises when you run your fingers through his hair.

₍^. .^₎⟆ mornings with him

absolutely shameless about morning breath—this man does not give two shits.

his go-to is lazy, lingering forehead and back of the neck kisses, usually paired with a tight squeeze and a deep inhale of your scent. (yes, like a weirdo but he's cute, we'll give him that!)

neck nuzzling and soft, barely-there pecks along your jawline if he’s feeling extra affectionate. which is always.

lip kisses start slow and gentle, but turn into full-on whining when you try to pull away.

morning voice? deeper than the ocean, raspier than a lost voice.

the first few words he mumbles are always unintelligible, just a sleepy jumble of vowels and deep sighs.

his whiny voice comes out when he’s being clingy. ⟡ “nooooo, five more minutes… you love me, right? then prove it by staying.”

if he’s teasing, it’s in that low, smug tone. ⟡ “you can’t stop staring at me, hm? can’t blame you. i do look ethereal in the morning.”

his hair? a mess. bedhead to the max. we've seen this man's hair during recordings. HE CANNOT KEEP HIS HANDS AWAY. even when he's kiwi now, yes.

sometimes, he wakes up before you and just stares at you, admiring how cute you look while sleeping.

if you wake up and catch him staring, he’ll grin all sheepishly and say, ⟡ “you looked like an angel. i couldn’t help it.”

big on ‘morning cuddles tax’—you must give him at least three kisses and five minutes of snuggling before you’re allowed to get up.

he always wakes up craving affection, so prepare for long, sleepy hugs and him burying his face into your neck.

those dimples? very visible because he’s extra smiley when he first wakes up.

and crescent eyes? puffy and adorable, especially when he rubs them with the back of his hand like a literal baby dumpling from that one mini movie.

if you tell him he looks cute, he’ll get all smug about it. ⟡ “of course i do. i was born like this.” (proceeds to flex his biceps)

how he wakes you up... the soft approach: slow, sweet back rubs and gentle whispers of your name.

the chaotic approach: flopping his entire body on top of you, yelling in your ear, ⟡ “wake up babyyyyy,”

the romantic approach: peppering kisses all over your face until you wake up giggling.

the annoying approach: poking your cheeks repeatedly and whispering, ⟡ “i know you’re awake. stop pretending.”

"hyune, let me go. i have to get up."⟡ "lies. you don’t have to do anything except stay here and love me."

⟡ “do you think i could become even more handsome?”“baby, it’s too early for this.”⟡ “just answer. do you think it’s possible? or am i already at the peak?”

"why are you looking at me like that?"⟡ because you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, and i need at least ten minutes to process it every morning."

"your hair looks crazy."⟡ "and yet, i still look good. fascinating."

₍^. .^₎⟆ clingy scale?

100/10. extreme. this man is physically attached to you and acts offended if you try to move away.

if you get out of bed first, he will complain. ⟡ “babe. where are you going. babe. no. wait—babe. come back.”

if you ignore him, expect dramatic flopping, like a pup who just got abandoned.

when he’s half-awake, he blindly reaches for you, pulling you back into his chest without opening his eyes.

─ overall, hyunjin in the morning is a clingy, dramatic, lovesick, messy dumpling who refuses to let you go. he’s all warmth, sleepy smiles, and lazy kisses, pulling you close like you’re his favorite dream he never wants to wake up from. mornings with him feel like love wrapped in soft blankets.

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[nana-mania]

hey nana, i'm having major izana brainrot rnnnn! 😭😭

so, can you do a oneshot about bad!toman izana w fem!reader? (make it angst please)

i randomly got an idea from the word, "ephemeral" (which means lasting for a very short time or being temporary). so, izana and reader originally didn't know each other but they met at an event and that's when izana "fell" for her. they both started dating and reader gets pregnant and nine months later she gives birth to a baby boy but... sadly she passed away due to complications. (you can decide what'll happen next).

"EPHEMERAL" their happiness never lasts..

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : izana kurokawa

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, angst

THE NIGHT was thick with tension. The underground event was a spectacle, a world where the rich and powerful watched with fervor as those with darker intentions competed for honor and fortune. Music blared in the background, drowned by the roar of the crowd. It was a place where lawlessness reigned.

Izana stood in the shadows, his piercing gaze scanning the crowd. He had seen this scene countless times before, but something tonight felt different. His eyes stopped on a figure—Y/n. She was sitting in a VIP section. Her beauty was undeniable, but there was something more to it. She wasn't just another pretty face; there was power in her eyes.

Y/n was the daughter of a notorious criminal, her family's reputation both feared and respected. He knew because her father was one of his business partners. Izana had heard whispers about her, but tonight, he saw her for the first time with his own eyes. Something stirred in him. It was more than curiosity; it was an insatiable pull.

Without thinking, he moved toward her, cutting through the crowd. "You're quite out of place here, aren't you?" Izana slid into the seat next to hers. Y/n turned her head slowly, raising an eyebrow. "I could say the same to you. But I suppose, neither of us belong in places like this."

Izana chuckled, his eyes studying her intently. "Perhaps not. But we're both here, and that's all that matters."

There was a long pause before she responded, "What's your game, Izana Kurokawa? What brings you to a place like this, to me of all people?"

He leaned closer. "I could ask you the same thing, Y/n. But maybe you're here for something... more interesting. Or someone."

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a sly smirk. "Is that an invitation?" she teased, the playful lilt in her voice sending a spark through him.

Izana didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached for a glass of wine from a passing server, his smirk widening as he handed it to her. "I know a perfect place," his voice brimmed with a confidence that made her heart race. "So why don’t we ditch this boring event together?"

He extended his hand to her, the motion as elegant as it was commanding. Y/n’s eyes flickered between his hand and his face, searching for something in his gaze. What she found there was irresistible. With a small, knowing smile, she placed her hand in his, her grip firm and steady.

"Lead the way," she murmured, her voice like velvet.

Without hesitation, Izana guided her through the throng of people, weaving past bodies and whispers, away from the suffocating heat of the event.

That was the moment everything changed. That very night.

What began as a fleeting encounter turned into something deeper. They found themselves drawn to each other in ways neither of them expected. Y/n, despite her hardened exterior, had an innocence in her heart that only Izana seemed to see. He found solace in her vulnerability.

Izana, for all his ambition and power, felt something stir within him that he hadn't in years. Her love was intoxicating, and for the first time, he allowed himself to believe in the possibility of something more.

Months passed, and their relationship deepened. They moved through the world together—two powerful individuals, united by fate.

But their love was not without its complications.

The morning was unusually quiet. Y/n sat on the edge of their bed, her hands trembling as she held the thin strip in her palm—the pregnancy test. Her heart pounded in her chest, the word staring back at her felt both surreal and suffocating.

Positive.

She closed her eyes, her breathing unsteady. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions-- fear, confusion, even a flicker of happiness. But that happiness was quickly drowned by the reality of their lives. She and Izana were no ordinary couple; their world was steeped in violence and constant danger. How could she possibly bring a child into this chaos?

Y/n pressed a hand to her stomach, a lump forming in her throat. Her first thought was to keep it secret, at least for now. Maybe... maybe she could quietly make arrangements. The idea of abortion crossed her mind more than once, and though the thought sent a pang of guilt through her, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was the kinder option—for her, for the child, for Izana.

It was a gift and a curse.

Later that evening, Izana returned. He strode into the room, his expression softened the moment he saw her. She was sitting on the couch, her arms wrapped around herself, staring blankly at the floor.

“Y/n? Mahal?” he called, his voice gentle. “You’ve been quiet all day. What’s wrong?”

Y/n stiffened, her heart lurching. She plastered on a smile, one she hoped would deflect his worry. “Nothing. Just tired.”

But Izana wasn’t convinced. He studied her carefully, his instincts catching the faint tremble in her hands, the way her eyes avoided his. Slowly, he walked over, kneeling in front of her so they were at eye level. “Y/n, don't lie to my face. Tell me.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. How could she possibly explain what she was feeling? She felt her resolve cracking under his gaze.

“Izana...” Her voice broke, and she quickly turned her head, tears welling in her eyes.

He reached out, his hand gently cupping her chin, turning her face back to him. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he urged, his tone almost pleading.

The silence stretched between them, heavy. Finally, she let out a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant,” she whispered.

Izana froze, his eyes widening. He didn’t speak right away, his mind processing the revelation. “You’re... pregnant?”

She nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I found out this morning. I... I didn’t know how to tell you. I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Everything.” Her voice cracked as she stood abruptly, pacing the room. “Bringing a child into this life-- our lives. Scared of what kind of parents we’d be. Scared that I’ll fail, that we’ll fail. I even thought about…” She hesitated, her voice faltering. “I thought about not keeping it.”

Izana’s heart clenched at her admission, but he didn’t interrupt. He rose to his feet, stepping closer to her. “Y/n…maybe we can--”

“I’m terrified, Izana!” she cried, her voice rising. “Look at us! Look at the lives we lead. We’re constantly looking over our shoulders! What kind of life is that for a child? What kind of future can we give them?”

Izana reached out, grabbing her arms gently but firmly. “Listen to me,” he said. “I know our world is...terrifying. I know the danger we face every day. But you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, Y/n. And I swear to you, I will protect you. I will protect our child. No matter what.”

Her knees buckled, and she collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “I don’t want to lose you,” she choked out. “I don’t want to lose this baby. But I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do this.”

“You are,” Izana reassured, holding her tightly, his hand cradling the back of her head. “You’re the strongest person I know. And I’ll be with you every step of the way. You’re not alone in this, Y/n. I’ll keep you safe. Both of you.”

Y/n clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. In that moment, she allowed herself to believe in his promise, to let his strength carry her fear.

“Izana…” she whispered through her sobs.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Always.”

The sterile hospital room was eerily quiet save for the rhythmic beeping of monitors and the labored breathing of Y/n. The glow of fluorescent lights cast a pale hue over her sweat-soaked face. Izana stood beside her, his hand gripped hers tightly.

Y/n’s breaths came in short, desperate gasps. Her face was twisted in pain, her strength waning with every passing second. “Izana…” she rasped. “I… I can’t…”

“Don’t say that,” Izana interrupted, his voice trembling despite his effort to sound steady. He leaned closer, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face. “You’re strong, Y/n. You’ve always been strong. You can do this.”

Her tear-filled eyes met his, a flicker of doubt and fear flashing in their depths. She opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by another wave of pain, her body writhing as she gripped his hand with what little strength she had left.

Izana’s heart clenched painfully at the sight of her suffering. He had faced countless enemies, even on the verge of death many times, but this—watching Y/n fight for her life—was a torment he couldn’t endure.

“What the hell is happening here?” Izana demanded.

One of the nurses glanced at him, her expression grave. “She’s losing too much strength..her body is weaker than we had originally assumed. We’re doing everything we can, but…”

“No buts,” Izana snapped, his eyes blazing with desperation. “You will save her. Do you hear me? This is AN ORDER.”

The nurse nodded quickly.

“Izana…” Y/n whispered again, her voice so faint it was almost lost.

He bent down, his forehead resting against hers. “I’m here, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere. Just hold on a little longer. Please.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks as her body trembled, wracked by another agonizing contraction. She squeezed his hand weakly, her fingers barely curling around his. “If… if I don’t make it—”

“Don’t,” Izana cut her off sharply, his eyes locking onto hers. He shook his head in denial, refusing to hear the rest of her words. “You will make it. Don’t you dare give up on me.”

Minutes stretched into an eternity as Y/n struggled through the unbearable pain. Every second felt like a lifetime. Finally, after what felt like endless hours, the room fell silent—only for a brief, agonizing moment. Then, a piercing cry filled the air, the sound of life.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, lifting the tiny, wriggling newborn before carefully handing him off to the nurses for immediate care.

Izana’s breath hitched as he caught a glimpse of his son—a tiny, delicate creature with silver hair and (eye/color) eyes. A wave of emotion crashed over him—pride, awe, and a love so profound it made his chest ache.

But the joy was fleeting.

“Her vitals are dropping!” one of the nurses called out, her voice laced with urgency.

Izana’s head snapped back to Y/n, who lay motionless on the bed, her face ghostly pale. Her breaths were shallow, her chest rising and falling weakly.

“Y/n!” Izana shouted, panic seizing him. He gripped her hand with both of his. “Stay with me. Please, Y/n, don’t do this.”

She opened her eyes one last time, the faintest of smiles tugging at her lips. “Izana… keep your promise, okay?”

Tears blurred his vision as he nodded frantically. “I promise. I swear it, Y/n. Just stay with me. Don’t leave me.”

"I love you. I always do."

"I-I love you too--"

But her hand went limp in his, her eyes fluttering shut as the monitors flatlined. The light in her eyes faded.

“Y/n…” His voice broke, a sob tearing from his chest. He shook her gently, desperately trying to will her back to life. “No. No, no, no, no! Y/n, wake up! Don’t do this to me!”

He cried from the top of his lungs, his scream silencing the nurses and doctor who could only watch him sympathetically.

Izana didn’t move, his head bowed, his tears falling onto her still hand.

He lost her.

The love of his life.

"Mr. Kurokawa..your son.." The nurse, pitying the now single father, started. Izana remained silent, slowly letting go of Y/n's cold hand. He looked up at the nurse who held his son.

"Get out," he seethed at the doctor and nurses, specifically hired by Kakucho themselves. They bowed down and obeyed, exiting the room compliantly, leaving Izana alone.

Izana stood motionless, his gaze locked on the tiny bundle in the bassinet nearby. His son. Y/n’s son.

But he couldn’t move. His legs felt rooted to the spot, his chest tightening with each shallow breath. The baby stirred, letting out a soft cry that broke through the silence.

His son’s (e/c) eyes opened briefly, mirroring Y/n's, but Izana couldn’t handle it. All he saw was her. Y/n’s laugh, her smile, the way her eyes lit up whenever she looked at him. And now, the memory of her last moments—the pain etched into her face, her whispered promises—clawed at his soul.

He stumbled toward the bassinet, until he was close enough to peer down at the baby. A part of him wanted to reach out, to cradle the tiny life that Y/n had left behind, but his hands stayed at his sides, trembling.

Looking at the baby hurt more than anything he had ever endured.

Izana’s heart ached in a way he hadn’t known was possible. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as the despair washed over him.

“How am I supposed to do this?” he whispered, his voice cracking with grief. “How am I supposed to raise you… without her?”

The baby’s tiny cries grew louder, a desperate plea for comfort that Izana couldn’t bring himself to answer.

He sank into the nearby chair, burying his face in his hands. “Y/n… what do I do?”

He had promised her. He had sworn to protect their child. But now, that promise felt like an impossible burden.

His mind raced with thoughts of the future. A future where he would be alone, raising their son without her by his side. The idea was too much to bear, the pain too sharp. The baby wasn’t just a reminder of her love—he was also a reminder of her loss.

Izana’s chest heaved as he forced himself to stand. He walked back to the bassinet, his gaze hardening as he looked down at the baby once more. The tiny boy had quieted, his little fist clenching and unclenching as he drifted in and out of sleep.

He knew what he had to do. It was the only way he could keep his son safe—the only way to honor Y/n’s memory.

Izana straightened, wiping the tears from his face as he steeled himself. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking again. “But I can’t do this without her.”

The night was heavy with rain, thunder rumbled faintly in the distance. A man clad in dark clothing emerged from a black car parked on the empty street, the downpour drenching him in seconds. He moved swiftly, clutching a basket wrapped in layers of waterproof blankets. Inside, a baby lay nestled.

Kakucho’s breath came in short, uneven bursts as he stopped outside the iron gates of a small orphanage. The glow of a single porch light illuminated the modest building.

His scarred face twisted with anguish as he gazed down at the baby in his arms. The child stirred, letting out a soft whimper that nearly broke Kakucho’s resolve. “I’m really sorry, bud,” he whispered. “He… he did what he thought was best for you.”

The words felt hollow, even to him. He knew the truth; Izana hadn’t been able to face the child, hadn’t been able to shoulder the unbearable loss and responsibility. And so, the task had fallen to Kakucho.

With trembling hands, Kakucho crouched down and carefully set the basket on the orphanage steps. He adjusted the blankets one last time, ensuring the baby was shielded from the cold, unrelenting rain. His fingers lingered on the edge of the basket, as though reluctant to let go.

He stood slowly, his boots splashing in the growing puddles as he stepped backward. The baby began to stir again, his soft cries rising into the night. Kakucho froze, his heart clenching painfully.

“Be strong,” he managed out. “You’re going to have a better life. A safer life. That’s all he ever wanted for you.”

But the words offered no comfort—not to him, not to the baby.

The child’s cries grew louder. Kakucho turned away, forcing himself to walk back toward the car. The faint sound of a door creaking open stopped him in his tracks. He glanced back, his heart hammering in his chest.

A middle-aged woman in a warm cardigan appeared in the doorway, her eyes scanning the rain-soaked scene. Her gaze landed on the basket.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she cooed, crouching to lift the baby into her arms. She cradled him gently. “Shh, it’s okay now. I’ve got you.”

Kakucho stood frozen in the shadows, watching as the woman comforted the child. She looked around, her eyes searching the empty street, but the rain obscured her view.

Satisfied that whoever had left the baby was long gone, she smiled sadly and turned back toward the orphanage. “Come on, sweetheart,” she whispered to the baby. “Let’s get you out of this cold.”

As the door closed behind her, Kakucho felt a lump rise in his throat. He knew the child would be safe, cared for in ways that Izana couldn’t provide. But the pain of leaving him, of walking away from the last piece of Y/n’s memory, was saddening

He lingered for a second longer, his scarred face etched with sorrow, before forcing himself to retreat to the car. As he slid into the driver’s seat, he rested his forehead against the steering wheel.

Kakucho whispered one last apology to the empty air, his voice breaking. “I hope you’ll forgive us someday.”

The car’s engine roared to life, and Kakucho drove away..

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this scenario! not me coming back with angst cuz i can. likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

[distressxox]

DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHOS BACK FROM THE PYSCHE WARD!!

im currently brainrotting over agito as you can see..can you write how you think he would meet reader and how their relationship would develop into romance with him? like actually i sat at work for like 15 minutes trying to think how but i actually cannot cook anything up.

(Also I'm seeing the ghost stuff and I'm interested...gonna have to do research for dis one☝️)

sorry if i keep sending you silly asks😞

—🪡 anon

JOIN US WE HAVE SEXY POPES WHO DOUBLE AS FRONTMEN AND FREAKY GHOULS. Listen to them, I highly recommend listening to the meliora and prequelle album before delving any deeper. Watch some YouTube videos abt the lore. PLUS THEY HAVE LITTLE EPISODES <3

Time for some more Cakemaster 9000

Phew, this took a while

Kanoh Agito: How does he fall for you?

• Like what I mentioned in one of the headcanons, you work for Katahara. While Agito doesn't directly work for him apart from beint his representative fighter, he's technically his family AND The Fang.

• However, you two hardly see eachother when on the job. BUT-

• You two visit the same coffee shop. He loves his morning Latte, and you love (insert your favorite Cafe drink here)

• When you first started working, you were surprised to see the Kanoh Agito at a small coffee shop.

• He usually greets and addresses you formally, not interested in any small talk.

• "Sheesh, what a stick in the mud" It's not that he was trying to be rude, but he did come off a little condescending when he greeted you. (He has tone issues)

• One day you woke up late and didn't have time to stop and get your usual.

• He notices your absence. "They can't be sick, they showed no signs of it two days ago"

• Long story short, he picks up your order and goes looking for you. Once he finds you, he stiffly hands it to you. "You were late I presume. I picked this up for you"

• Everyone in the room was shocked. The cold hearted Fang buying someone a drink? You smiled warmly and looked into his eyes "Thank you, this was very kind of you"

• His breathing hitched, and he felt speechless. Was he....flustered? "Don't let it happen again, you work for the Chairman afterall"

• You obviously didn't let it happen again....buuuttt it was super sweet how he seemed to care about you enough to get you something.

• To return the favor, you arrived earlier and got him his Latte. Listen, he was speechless before, now he was in shock. He didn't show it though. In his lifetime no one had ever bought him anything or returned a favor. There was a first time for everything.

• You saw through his attempt to hide the baffled expression on his face. It was kinda- cute.

• "Why have you done this?" "Why not? I'm just repaying you" "I-" "Shush, just take the drink, it's burning my hand"

• He has to get there before you now to ensure that he sees you. He's a bit friendlier with the greetings, too. Don't expect a smile though, just a softer glance in your direction.

• When he was around you, he didn't feel like he needed to be The Fang of Metsudo. You didn't hold him to any higher standard when you chatted, you didn't bother holding back a few curses. He felt as if his soul was on Earth instead of hanging in the balance.

• On one of your off days, the two of you get coffee and sit down for once. Finally having a slower paced discussion. It lasted a few hours, you did most of the talking while he had a response to almost anything. There was a lot he didn't know about pop culture.

• Coffee dates became your thing, even though it wasn't technically a date. More like two friends hanging out. Discussions got into deeper topics like pasts and whatnot.

• Agito decided that he could trust you, so he opened up about the Human Gu Ritual. He didn't know what trauma was, so you explained to him that his feelings and memories about that time in his life would be very traumatic.

• "I'm glad you could tell me that, but are you okay? If I had something like that on my chest I'd cry" "I'm quite alright, I'm not fazed in the slightest but I had no idea the caliber of the topic. I hope I didn't ruin the conversation"

• You tapped your cheek and sighed. "Have you ever been hugged before?" Agito thought for a second. The embracing gesture? The only physical contact he's hand was a pat on the shoulder or when he's fighting.

• "No, I don't think I have" "Well today's your lucky day, bring it in"

• He froze as you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into you. His heartbeat raced as he thought of what to do. "Just tell me if you don't like it" you squeezed him gently. He awkwardly put his hand behind your back and rested it there.

• You let go after a few seconds, but he didn't want you to. "How was it?" You smiled.

• "I'm not sure" He smoothed out his suit, trying to relax himself after what just happened.

• A few days passed and you haven't seen him anywhere. He wasn't at work or at the coffee shop. You start to worry. Did you drive him away? Was the hug too much? Oh god was he dead?

• All the while Agito was keeping an eye on you from afar. Not letting you see him, but he could see you. He felt very fragile after that day, he almost felt ashamed. He wasn't good at managing his emotions. And what happened moved him in a way that frightened him.

• He summons the courage to talk to Katahara Metsudo about how he felt. He was the only parental figure he had in a sense.

• "You are a grown man. Is this really a difficult concept to grasp?" Katahara looked out the window of his office. "I'm inexperienced, these feelings are foreign to me"

• 'He's not referring to himself as we and us anymore, this must be serious' Katahara turned around. "To put it simply" he laughed "Tell (Reader) everything you told me"

• "I have a strong regard for you" Agito came clean. You know how I said there was a first time for everything? Well he had a hint of red on his cheeks. This beast of a man, blushing? Utterly adorable

• "So you're saying you love me?" That's the word. Love. He nodded. "Well. Say it then. There's nothing holding you back"

• He pauses for a moment, he's not exactly fond of eye contact. But this was for (Reader)

• "I love you"

• You wrap your arms around his waist again. "That's all I needed to hear"

• His lips curled into a smile as he looked down at you. You parted from the hug and tilted your head to the side. "Wanna go out to a restaurant sometime?"

• "Are you asking me out on...what is it that they call it...a date?" "Yes" you stated bluntly. Beating around the bush or teasing wouldn't get far in this situation.

• "We can talk about plans later, I have important matters to attend to" he look your hand and grazed his lips on you knuckles. Planting a small kiss on it.

• "Now where did you learn that?" "It's a romantic gesture they do on television" you bite your lip from calling him a dork.

• "I'll meet with you later about this date. Until we see eachother again" He leaves, and you're alone again.

• Man, you're already falling for him. It's not like you'd hate dating him. But you didn't want to be head over heels just yet. You looked at your knuckles and sighed "Ah what the hell, being love isn't that bad"

[mushroomwoods]

One Year, Eleven Months and Twenty Days…

When Hyrule set off into yet another unfortunate journey, he didn't expect a sudden, skittish and nosy you to throw yourself into his life, much less for you to hang around him long enough for him to get attached. He believed he didn't need any company for as long as he lived as the hero, however as you proved him wrong, he started to fear for the possible time limit he could to have around you.

character — Hyrule, romantic.

cw — angst, hurt/comfort, mention of battles/injuries, paranoid behavior, self-blame.

I don't know why I'm starting a long fic, but rulie brainrot took over me, so here we have it. Chapters may not be as regular as I'd like, but I already have the general outline and can say it will be from something in between three to five chapters, so... Yeah, I hope you guys will like it!

Chapter 1 — Of a lonely hero and a daring traveler

Two minutes.

It took him less than that to notice that you were injured upon your first encounter, even when you tried to batantly hide the fact with a few poorly timed jokes. He inspected your form from a distance he deemed safe enough, unconvinced by your clear act of amicability towards him. You were just a traveller, just as himself, he happened to stumble upon while running away from yet another village, a very nosy traveller who took upon yourself to help him, the Hero of Hyrule himself, because of his seemingly weak state — he was just a tad tired from the long run, nothing less than usual for him —, while not noticing how poor your own state was, bandage around your upper arm bleeding through your coat.

You were quick to make yourself comfortable on his presence as the two of you had been making way towards the same destination, "Two are way better than one when travelling" you said and while he'd much rather disagree, he didn't do much more than offer a curt nod, accepting of you for as long as you didn't make the first move for a fight.

Fifteen hours.

Was the time before the first nightwatch, the forest far too dark for anymore walking to be productive. You tried to keep watch first, however he disagreed — far too paranoid to let himself be vulnerable on another's presence —, winning the heating discussion with his stubbornness alone. You went to sleep clearly disheartened — you'd take that as your chance to attack, he was sure.

When you woke up to take your turn he didn't offer much complaint, much to your surprise, and went to lay beside a fallen tree, back pressed tightly into it, too afraid to let his back exposed to any lurking enemies.

He did not sleep however, no, of course not. That would be a stupid move when he wasn't clear of your intentions yet, he was sure you were hiding your claws yet, ready to pounce whenever he was the most vulnerable, unable to fight back.

Surprisingly, the night ended peacefully, you dealt with a lurking wolf and even hunt down for breakfast, but made no moves towards his seemingly sleeping form, no glances, no traps, no poisons, nothing.

Three days.

Before the tiredness started catching up to him.

He hadn't slept for the few days your accompanied him, his body slowing down and his reaction time getting worse by the day. If you noticed his state, you made no comments on it, he could see, however, how his workload seemed to decrease slowly, you started walking more slowly saying your injured leg seemed to get worse — a light strain he was sure he had cured the night before as you slept —, you started checking the surroundings before the both of you walked into the next area and started carrying most of the weight around.

The next time he woke up, it must've been at least a days later, his head resting upon your now clean coat, as you sat farther into the clearing, beside a waterbody apparently cleaning down your sword and refilling the water flasks. He could feel the weight of one of your spare hoods on his head, along with a fresh smelling bandage who was poorly wrapped around his head, from this alone he could guess you didn't attempt to take a closer look at his face, which he was minimally grateful for.

In his usual state he'd make sure to go against your action, but in all his tiredness he couldn't bother himself to care enough for it.

It was only a matter of time before he fell down, the workload too much for his system to process. His vision blackening and mind wandering before he could even make contact with the ground.

As much as he wanted to depart soon towards the next city for a restock, your battered state made him hold his tongue. Your sunken eyes were enough of a tell of how much you took care of him in the time he was off. After that he made sure to sleep at least enough during the nights to come so the journey wouldn't be anymore delayed.

Two weeks.

The young boy couldn't even begin to wrap his head around the thought that this money wasn't just yours, but his too. When he tried shaking his hand in disagreement however, he could already see the frown starting to form on your face, stopping before another argument could start, not noticing how lately he seemed to cave in to any of your pleas.

You had reached the first city and he could finally bid you goodbye.

Or so he thought, before you were pulling him through the market, selling off any pelt, spare meat and any shiny object you got your hands on during the short time, the loot he found annoying you took everywhere soon making a hefty amount of rupees he didn't think of before. The most off-putting part of it however was how you naturally turned to him, showing the bag of money to him, while saying " We made so much money this time, all thanks to you" with a big grin.

One thing he could notice that day, was how you were just as awkward as him when it came to human interaction. The moment one of the innkeeper around your age tried asking about your relationship with him, clearly showing a romantic interest in you, you brushed it off with a laugh, running up to your shared room without even looking back, avoiding the attendant eyes for the whole time you spent around there. It was also the first time you had the pleasure to hear him laugh freely, as he made fun of your situation when you talked late into the night.

Two weeks and two days.

The day the both of you departed from the small city, rupee bag noticeably lighter and equipment way more polished, his arrows switched for more durable ones and his sword sharpened — the smith gave him a side glance, however your chattering stopped the man from making him any questions about the unusual blade.

He gave in to the idea that you might accompany him to wherever he was going for as long as he got your attention, also accepting that you were more useful than he thought at first, as you seemed to distract any possible threats by simply existing. He wasn't sure if it was your charisma or if you made other too afraid to question the both of you, but it still made the last two days he spent around other hylians much calmer than he could ever remember being since he finished his journey as the hero of this land, anytime someone as much as made a move to question him about the hood covering his face you started bombarding them with questions about their wares or glared them into silence, getting a pretty big discount as consequence.

It was uneventful enough as your chattered away, sharing with the boy any information and rumor you got from the locals, the few moblins that were found wandering around in strange patterns, the criminals getting more and more aggressive over the last few days and, of course, the newest cuisine that was created in the next town. The last bit you had gotten from a young postman who had to stay for little longer on the last city he visited, as the monsters attacked and everyone had to retreat to safety.

The thought that it may be his fault made him uncomfortable.

Three weeks and four day.

You were getting closer and closer to a dungeon the both of you wanted to explore, for different reasons, but still.

A certain merchant had talked relentlessly about how he could hear Pols Voices getting louder and louder inside a dungeon over the last few days. You didn't seem too keen on helping out until the man said something about a plentiful reward, but still, you waited so the boy could make the final decision. He agreed more out of familiarity than anything, too used to helping others to say no.

It had been some time since he had fought Pols Voices, and he had forgotten how much they strained his throat, but it was enough of a laugh when you prepared to make the first move and he beat you to it, screaming louder than you had ever seen anyone do in you life. Your eyes went wide, as you could do nothing but watch the ghostly monsters dying before they could even approach any of you in the large room.

"How can your voice be so loud when you're so quiet?" You questioned as soon as you got out of the dungeon, still stuffing the spoils into your bag, and he shrugged in answer, to which you pouted.

Upon seeing the merchant waiting for the both of you a little farther on the road, you didn't think before running up to the man, failing to notice the few other shadows that surrounded his figure. A trap.

Fortunately you were quick enough to act when you noticed what was happening, your hands curling around your fellow traveler's own as you fled with a single cut brushing against your neck.

It could've been worse.

Three weeks and five days.

You believed you were already far enough from your chasers.

You were sweating buckets, blood dried over your whole clothes, probably beyond salvation at this point. The boy beside you was unscratched fortunately, and even when he offered to help heal your injury, you denied adamantly. He could do nothing but watch as you clumsily cleaned and bandaged the cut with yet another herbal mixture, probably the same mixture you had used on him before and worked wonder on his body.

The two of you continued your path without your chirpy voice this time, only the few warnings you gave him the few times he tried to eat or feed you something clearly not edible, upon your standards at least.

Your eyes were peeled open ever since that day, barely sleeping at night and the thought that it might've been his fault plagued him yet again that night.

Four weeks and a day.

He should've noticed the signs sooner.

That night you came up with a ferver. Or actually, since the last confrontation you weren't getting any better from your injury.

He saw how restless you were during the nights, tossing and turning with quiet whimpers of pain, however he made the decision to not cure you from your ails, following your wishes.

How stupid he was.

A hero who couldn't offer his help. A hero who was too afraid to even say his own name. A hero who brought more problems than solutions.

Could he even call himself a hero?

That night he was even more scared than the first time he had someone after his head, he couldn't even begin to understand why the thought of never hearing any of your terrible jokes or see any of your stupid life choices made him so restless, however he just understood that if you were like this because of him, the least he could was curing you before parting ways. It'd be for the better.

His powers didn't work.

A month and two days.

It had been five days and you hadn't woken up. Your ferver was still high as he followed the path, your form slumped over his shoulder.

The first day he cried for hours when he noticed that his powers weren't working, but he knew that the longer he spent on the same spot, the easier it'd be for his enemies to find him.

He was quick to change gears and continue his path, even when his mind ran miles a second, he shouldn't let you get hurt again, he should protect you for being the one who put you through such troubles.

It was hard, and his mind wandered sometimes to the first week he spent by your side, how even with his clear distrust, you took care of him, yet never made any complaints when he fell or made any mistakes, covering everything with an easy smile and a wave of the hand.

It was late at night when you first made any sound that wasn't akin to the sharp pain you were feeling, a low "traveler" falling from your lips, before you coughed because of your dry throat.

When he heard the title you used to call him he was quick to drop anything he was doing, running to your side — just now he noticed he had never told you his name.

You tried to laugh at his desperation as he offered you the flask of water, asking if the layers were too cold or too hot, already rummaging through his bag for anything that might help you now that you were awake, but the moment you noticed the tears falling down his hood and into his shaking hands, you shut your mouth, just taking the bottle and gulping down the liquid without a word.

The both of you sat in silence for a few minutes — he wished you'd stay laying down, but you insisted you were healthy enough to sit at least —, but you sighed when he seemed too lost to even make the first move.

"I was poisoned" He flinched. "Fortunately it was nothing fatal, but the side effects can last a few days… or weeks, I already have experience with these things, so it's not like I'll die from something like that."

He felt himself wanting to cry again when he saw that easy smile of yours, the one you always offered when you knew he was a little down, and somehow you always were right.

The hood that covered his face finally fell as he tugged into it, revealing his chestnut hair, curling until right under his pointy ears, much unlike your own, his eyes had a similar color with a forest green undertone that seemed to drawn you in, even when it was bloodshot from his previous crying, his skin glowing under the moonlight, reminding of the tales you often heard during your childhood about the Great Fairy.

He opened his mouth after a few seconds of a heavy silence.

"My name is Link..." He gulped, eyes descending to his fidgeting hands, too nervous to meet your clearly awed gaze as he wondered if it was the right choice, if you'd recognize him and go after his life just like the others. "I'd like to continue travelling with you… Even after we complete this journey."

You stayed silent for a long time, enough so he would look up to you again seeing the warm, real smile you wore.

"Of course! I'd love to, Link!"

[thereapersgambit]

Here's a 3am post about Lenore and Annabel Lee's death. If the logic isn't...there it's because I just woke up from it being too hot to sleep.

Anyway, in some earlier posts I made it clear that I believe Anna and Leo most likely died by their fathers' hand after they were found out to be scheming to get married and run away together.

But I was having my daily Nevermore brainrot when a thought popped up in my head about the latest class specifically it's location, Mystery Manor. The goal: to get to the Widow's watch and ring the bell.

But if a student were to get up there after getting past every Specterd being, they have to face the last one: The Lady in White.

Now, I've been thinking that it may not be just a coincidence since the Widow's Watch correlates more to Annabel's Spectre than anyone. It also led me to believe that Annabel wasn't the one to die first. Lenore was, making her a widow. Technically, it doesn't make sense sense she was yet to be married but died before it but I still went along with the thought.

It got me thinking of the next person who could've taken an opportunity to find out who Lenore was and kill her which is the other potential suitor and childhood friend of Annabel. Okay, now I still think Annabel's father still killed her but back to the suitor. Her social season is ending and he just so happens to show up to take what he thinks was always his. Annabel's hand in marriage.

So he pulls up and sees this Leo guy succeeding to court Anna and gets suspicious. It reminds me of Jafar from Aladdin so can we just refer to him as such in this post for now lol. Anyway, Jafar suddenly wants to get to the bottom of who this Leo guy is and find out that he isn't a guy at all. He may even fimd out he's plotting with Annabel Lee.

This causes him to go start snitchin to Anna's father. Or even wanting to get revenge on their big day because Mr. Whitlock doesn't believe him at all. So he shoots Lenore first and tries to expose Annabel for their scheming.

There would be conflict between Annabel, Jafar and her father about knowing she was a girl. This could lead to Mr. Whitlock killing her for this. It's unexpected from everyone, especially Annabel Lee who expected to habe her father by her sode always. Whether he thought killing her would be, in a sick and twisted way, for her own good I really don't know.

But that's the gist of this theory. It's been forty minutes and I might look for a snack or go back to bed but thanks for reading and don't be afraid to add on, debunk, whatever it is but just no hate or I'll cry and that's a threat.🚶🏾‍♀️see ya.

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Hiiii!!! How're you doing? Good I hope!! ahh I'm seeing these amazing reblogs on your page and with College and my F1 brainrot I haven't been able to read Irondad fics 😭😭😭 is it okay if I ask you to give me some recommendations? preferable whump or sickfics (with fluff, lots of fluff) 👉🏼👈🏼 or like which fics did you enjoy the most this year/past 6 months 💙💙💙🩵🩵🩵🩵

Sorry for the delay in answering! I just needed to find the right time to really sit down and make a *good* list. Haha. Here is a list of what I've read recently and enjoyed a lot. Some of it fits better into your criteria than others, and some of them are still in progress, but here's the list! Don't forget to kudos and comment!!

[fic list with links below the cut!]

Paradigm shift by Bergen (T) In Progress (I love where this one is going! Lot's of fun surprises)

Peter got a Stark phone when he was ten. Adrian took him to a big store with lots of TV screens that all played the same video of Tony Stark declaring to the world that he was Iron Man. They ducked behind the microwaves, both of them giggling as Adrian stuffed the phone under Peter’s sweater.

They walked right out the door without tripping the alarm, and Adrian bought him ice cream to celebrate

After his parents die, Peter is taken in by the Toomes’ family. Things slowly, then quickly spiral out of control. All Adrian wants is to take revenge on Tony Stark. All Peter wants is to do the right thing. Why is that so much harder than expected?

Spaghetti and Red Wine by arthropodwithapen (M) In Progress (Lots of good whump moments but also some fluff and angst!)

After Peter's precarious position goes from bad to worse time and time again, he is left all alone with nothing but his anger and resentment at the world to keep him company. He wonders how much more he can take and whether the growing grudge between him and the Avengers will be enough to finish him off for good. Will he be able to complete his mission in time? Does he even want to anymore?

Of course. He is Spider-Man and he has a job to do. And he'll do it even if it kills him. For everyone else's sake.

Strands in the Rope series by Sara (ctrsara) @ctrsara (T) Complete (this whole series and its follow-up are super great. Lots of angst, misunderstandings, and of course, a whole ton of fluff)

A collection of insights starting after the events of Homecoming, mostly from Tony's perspective. The relationship that Tony and Peter had built by the time Infinity War happened (or not - I'm not a big fan) wasn't built on any big world-ending events, but on countless lab sessions, movie nights, smaller emergencies, and conversations. All of these combined to form a bond between them just as strong as blood ties, and just as unbreakable. I feel like we missed out on all that on-screen, so I can never read enough stories that would maybe cover that period. There is a follow-up series called, Unbroken Strands.

Please, Help Me by Muikelle (Not Rated) In Progress (So. Much. Whump.)

Mj watched as they pride apart the car. Her car. The only car she had, the one Tony had gifted her as a graduation gift. The car she and Peter first- well. Anyways. Then Peter was being moved out of it, and slow motion had taken over once more. She was standing to go get to him, he needed her. She needed him. But a man stopped her, told her to sit down, or something of the likes. She was pissed off when they closed the ambulance door and finally took off with her inside, she didn't need to be in there, she needed to be with Peter.

Or Mj and Peter get into a car crash when coming home from spring break.

Iron Dad: Coming Home by JAWorley (T) Complete (I just started reading this but so far it's really great!)

Cold, tired, hungry, and homeless, 14 year old Peter Parker gets taken in by Adrian Toomes and his crew. Mr. Toomes is a great guy who teaches Peter how to survive on the streets, and Peter loves him for it, despite that Mr. Toomes hates Peter’s hero Iron Man and says Tony Stark is out to line his own pockets by stepping on the little guy. When Iron Man appears one day and presents Spider Man with an opportunity too good to pass up, Peter finds himself having to make up his mind about what ‘helping the little guy’ really means. Peter also begins to find out some ugly truths about the things Adrian Toomes and his crew are making, and has to decide if the safety Toomes offers is worth throwing Spider Man’s mission and morals out the window. Can he find that same safety with Mr. Stark? So much of Peter’s future hangs in the balance and depends on the choices he makes. An anti-hero and an anti-villain are just one step over the same line in a different direction.

Double-sided Coin by kingdomfaraway @asyouleft (G) Complete (I have never read anything like this before and it was so so good!)

The Iron Man rarely had assignments that weren’t direct kill orders.

Usually he was given a weapon and a target, with the strict instructions of leaving no one alive, target and witness alike. They didn’t expect him to make too much conversation, to integrate himself into the person’s life, to find a way to gain the target’s trust. He was not a spy. He was a machine made to kill, to take down threats to HYDRA, and to preserve the Greater Good.

When the assignment came from high up to kidnap, not kill, a young boy, Peter Parker, he was a little baffled.

(or How to Make a Deadly Assassin Adopt You: A HYDRA!Tony fic)

How to Get Banned from Monaco (again) by niniblack @niniblack (T) Complete (This is so funny and so perfectly in character. I love it.)

Tony texts Rhodey before they leave for Monaco:

two rules for this trip

don’t let Peter out of your sight

don’t let him do anything Pepper would get mad about

Rhodey: that second one doesn’t leave many options

will you make me a lot of pancakes (when we meet again?) by Peng_Peng (G) Complete (This is some great Ironfam whump, right here!)

Five times hurting you + Five times receiving your kindness.

Peter knew from the first time they met that the kid wasn't going to like him. But Peter could do that. She was his first and only sister after all.

A New Point of View by waitingondaisies (T) Complete (This one is si so fun with lots of funny and serious moments. It's a good balance)

Peter rushes out of school to join Tony in fighting the aliens that appear over New York, leaving behind the problems that plague his life.

He ends up leaving them behind for far longer than expected when an alien substance causes him to swap bodies with Tony. They agree to live each other’s lives to keep the mishap under wraps, giving each of them an up-close and personal view of the other’s hidden problems.

Peter will come to learn that Tony’s life isn’t as glamorous as it appears, and Tony will come face to face with all of the things that Peter never told him about: bullies, unfair teachers, and economic struggles.

Saving the World Does Not a Hero Make by Azure_K_Mello (M) Complete (This isn't an Irondad fic so much as it's an older MCU/X-Men Crossover but I read it again recently because I love it so much)

Years ago, Tony Stark created a brutal weapon. Even when he was the Merchant of Death, he couldn’t bring himself to put it on the market. But, when S.H.I.E.L.D. learned of its existence, they wanted it. Deciding Spider-Man was the weakest link in Iron Man’s armor, Captain America, Black Widow and Falcon were sent to apprehend him — hoping he either knew where the weapon was or that they could trade him to Tony for it.

But, apprehending a fifteen-year-old is more correctly be termed as kidnapping. And what S.H.I.E.L.D. called interrogation was, in actuality, torture. And, when push came to shove, Peter had to save himself when no one else was going to help.

And my shameless self-promotion...

Threenager by happyaspie (G) Incomplete

While on patrol, Peter is struck by a spell that turns him into a toddler. Or mostly into a toddler. His memories, intellect, and experiences are still intact. Unfortunately, that makes being trapped in a toddler's body, with a toddler's motor skills that much harder. His legs are too short, and his fingers are too uncooperative. He can’t ride in the car without a super claustrophobic car seat. He can’t even wash his hands without help and it's all very frustrating. Between the teasing, Tony does his absolute best to help.

I could add so much more to this list, but I think I'll stop here. Haha. As far as sickfics go, @sicktember is coming up soon and I know *I* will have plenty to add to the genera during that event!! So be on the lookout for that, my friend! And Thank you so much for asking me to compile this list!!

[creepercraftguy]

My thoughts on AMONG US VS FALL GUYS

Jesus Christ...

Okay, so the reason why it took me a couple days to get this review out is because after I was done, I kind of wanted to sit on the episode for a bit so I could make a better review of it. When I went back to read my review of Joker Vs Giorno, my opinions changed quite a bit after the fallout of that episode, and I grew to really really like it despite all my nitpicks.

But we're here now.

Okay, so I think we all kind of assumed that going into this one, we were expecting to have a fun time, but we didn't expect we would get anything that was as cinematic a masterpiece as Bowser Vs Eggman. At least I wasn't.

And I was right. Bowser Vs Eggman is one of those spectacles that is just so ridiculously hard to top. But honestly, after having some time to sit on it, Among Us Vs Fall Guys ended up being better than I thought it would be.

Going into this episode, I was INSANELY skeptical, because...this isn't a FIGHT. It's not ANYTHING! It's just a bunch of dumbass beans bouncing around each other, and I had NO IDEA how this was going to work in a combat scenario.

What we actually got, while far from a traditional fight, was just...Well...I think the best part of it is the fact that it perfectly encapsulates what you're supposed to feel with these games.

It's FUN! This fight was FUN!

So let's talk about it.

I actually want to talk about the analyses in a bit more depth here because there's a decent amount to cover. The first thing is the common joke between both franchises of Boomstick’s relentless questioning of the Crewmates' and Fall Guys' anatomy and functionality

Because come on, we've all wondered the same thing, right? They do a strangely good job at making these creatures seem...grosser...than they actually are.

Although, there's not really too much to cover with the Among Us side of things to be honest. I think my highlights for it are first, definitely the inclusion of the emergency meeting skit mid-analysis and watching Ringmaster get ejected as an actual Impostor, despite his over-the-top denials.

Which...yeah, this is Among Us alright.

No matter what, upon closer inspection, it is Among Us.

And the over-the-top calculations, like the Desert Eagle laser's potential to destroy Earth 160 million times. It’s utterly ridiculous, but exactly the kind of pseudo-science fans of the series eat up.

What I will say with this episode is that dear fucking lord, the BRAINROT IS REAL. I mean, I knew this going into it, but my god, we as a people are so desensitised to this bullshit. Lines like “sussus amogus” and “sussy baka” are just making content out of unapologetic, cringe-inducing memes. Still, it’s hard to deny the appeal of fully leaning into the cultural zeitgeist.

Wiz repeatedly declaring his innocence is a fantasticgreat bit, though the sheer frequency of Boomstick’s mistrust could have used slight trimming. Still, it captures the quintessential Among Us experience. Irrational suspicion at its finest.

What about the Fall Guys side of things though?

Well I definitely prefer their analysis despite how much I like the Among Us one. The world of Fall Guys is unexpectedly whimsical for a silly party game, and the writing portrays it as a bizarre, competitive dystopia. The comparisons to The Truman Show and Wipeout bring a darker comedic edge to the analysis.

This analysis absolutely nails the comedic tone that fans of Death Battle expect. Boomstick’s incredulous reactions and Wiz’s deadpan delivery create a hilarious back-and-forth, particularly during revelations like the Beans' anatomy or their supposed ability to stretch beyond the observable universe. The Big Bang durability comparison was especially over-the-top in the best way.

My definite highlight is how Boomstick slowly starts losing his mind the more that we learn about these fucking beans, and by the end of it he has a meltdown about the darker implications of the Beans' existence, and it's a delightful descent into absurdity.

But of course, we need to talk about the very big elephant in the room.

One big controversy that people had with this fight is the fact that there appears to be some overeliance on feats that, arguably, the beans should not have, because they technically do not belong to them. Specifically, both the Imposters and the Fall Guys can take advantage of things that they collab and crossover with.

For example, the Among Us characters get the abilities and tools of Henry Stickmin, while the Fall Guys get things like He-Man's Master Sword, the Tardis, and the fact that they can just transform into Pac-Man.

Ordinarily, I would not have a problem with this under the assumption that these feats are cool bonus abilities and don't decide the outcome of the fight...But...they do.

The fact that the Fall Guys can become Pac-Man means they can eat the Among Us characters ghost forms, therefore it's a deciding factor. And I'm not sure how to feel about that.

The obvious problem that people have is the crossovers occur outside the core narrative of the franchises. For instance, Fall Guys wielding Ryu’s Hadoken or Among Us crewmates donning Master Chief’s armor feels like a fun marketing gimmick rather than an actual display of their inherent abilities. So people argue these collaborations shouldn’t be treated as canonical feats because they don’t align with the characters' core traits or established lore.

Which I kind of agree with. To an extent. However, there are actually a few reasons why I think they should be counted.

For one, not counting these crossover abilities, what really are we left with that can decide the outcome of the fight? The Bizarre catagory and what the Fall Guys are capable of are ultimately the thing that decided this fight. Had it just been decided by offense and defence, this may have ended in a tie.

Without these feats, both sides would lack the versatility needed to compete against the other. The crossovers provide a way to showcase the creativity and potential of these characters in a fair fight.

Also, it would be one thing if this was a hack that only one side got, but seeing as both Fall Guys and Among Us are chaotic, tongue-in-cheek franchises that thrive on blending their universes with others, it kind of balances out because both sides get the bonuses.

But yeah, this was overall a pretty solid and entertaining analysis. Now onto the fight:

Okay, so on a first watch, it really confused and kind of bothered me that half of this fight...just ins't a fight. it's the beans playing each others respective games, and its only when Red and Pink square off with each other that it actually becomes a Death BATTLE.

But when that DOES happen, holy shit, that's when it gets fun! And in general, this fight is so creative with the way it explores both game's individual playstyles.

The fight kicks off with a clever nod to Among Us's classic gameplay, immediately setting the tone with the "There are Impostors among us" message. The fade to black and subsequent alarm create suspense, effectively building up anticipation for the chaos that’s about to unfold. The reactions of each character, ranging from the Fall Guys' goofy panic to the Crewmates' stoic resolve, perfectly capture the essence of both franchises.

What's interesting here is that if you pay attention to the reactions of the characters, you'll notice some things. First of all, the Cyan Crewmate hushes at the audience before leaving down the bottom, which obviously hints at his status as the Imposter.

And also, the Purple Fall Guy examines everybody's reactions before beginning to panic themself. We later find out when the fighting actually starts that the Purple Fall Guy is actually a shapeshifting Imposter, so it's like they're trying to read the mood and replicate it so they can hide among the group.

I think that's very clever.

After one of the Crewmates are killed off and are found by one of the Fall Guys, the fight suddenly shifts to Fall Guys's chaotic obstacle courses...

O-Okay, but why?

Well, either way, it showcases each character's strengths and weaknesses in an engaging montage. The eliminations are varied and creative, blending the slapstick humor of Fall Guys with the deadly precision of Among Us.

You can also see that the Cyan Imposter is deliberately sabotaging and killing off the other Among Us characters, who die VERY EASILY to the traps compared to the Fall Guys.

Speaking of Cyan, he does that really obnoxious Among Us twerk animation at one point, and the Cyan Imposter is immediately eliminated by a rotating hammer-

AAAAAAAAH-

Anyway...

As the remaining contenders race to the crown, the action intensifies, and the game ends with Pink Fall Guy grabbing it and claiming victory...supposedly.

The shapeshifting reveal of the Purple Fall Guy as the Red Impostor adds a surprise twist, turning the dynamic from a playful competition to a deadly battle, and THIS is where it gets good.

The initial clash between Pink and Red is pretty hilarious, but equally as engaging. The fight balances the Red Impostor’s arsenal of weapons with Pink’s comedic resilience, escalating to a chaotic brawl. Red stabbing their own hand and screaming in terror to test the knife's sharpness is a darkly funny moment that also kinda plays into the Among Us theme of self-inflicted mistakes.

Pink then, surprisingly, BODIES Red for a little while before Red uses Henry's Banana bomb to blow up the platform, meanwhile, despite his life (not really) being in danger, Pink still prioritizes his crown, while Red aims for his life.

The fight then transitions to space for a climactic free-for-all between the Among Us Crewmates and the Fall Guys, applying the crossover abilities like the Hadoken, TARDIS, and Henry Stickmin’s gadgets. And also Pac-Man, which eats the ghostly Among Us characters. Each elimination builds the excitement, and the visuals are vibrant and dynamic.

I use the word "excitement" specifically, because "tension" most definitely isn't the right word. This fight is just a blast, it's not "tense" or "climactic," it gets by by being a swell brawl between beans.

But then it all culminates in the final clash between our two "protagonists" again. The final battle between Pink and Red is thrilling and dramatic, especially with the final chase scene where Pink prioritizes the crown over killing Red, which really plays into the Fall Guys' personalities and lifestyle.

I might be overexagerating here, but the crown being used as a lethal weapon is a brilliant twist, turning a symbol of victory into an instrument of defeat.

The imagery of Pink smashing the crown into Red's mouth, leading to their gruesome demise, is both shocking and cathartic. Pink’s emotional reaction to their victory adds a surprising depth, contrasting the usual celebratory tone of Fall Guys.

Only for that to, comedically, be pushed aside. The fight ends on a fittingly absurd note as Pink dons the crown and dances over Red’s remains. The confetti and triumphant music juxtapose the gory aftermath, perfectly encapsulating the chaotic, unpredictable nature of both franchises.

And yeah, that's about it. This fight was just...really entertaining!

There's an underappreciated level of care that went into the choreograhy and writing of this episode. The fight masterfully blends the humor, chaos, and suspense of Among Us and Fall Guys, staying true to the unique charm of each franchise

And the creative use of abilities, clever eliminations, and a surprising amount of emotional depth make it an entertaining and memorable battle.

Next up we have Kratos Vs Asura, and even as someone who isn't a fan of either of these games, I'm really excited.

This fight is on a far more cosmic scale than Omni-Man Vs Bardock, and I'm really hoping DevilArtemis ups the ante this time.

[josephlikesmusic]

Bando Stone and The New World - Childish Gambino (2024)

Besides the JoJo's Bizarre Adventure brainrot surfacing, causing me to accidently call this album "Dio Brando and The New World" multiple times, I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this album. I don't tend to love original movie soundtracks on their own, especially when it's all done by a single artist, but I found the bits of dialogue scattered throughout the track list helped push the narrative along. I also enjoyed the variety of genres that Gambino explores on this album, although I think that I'll enjoy this feature even more when I go see the movie. Speaking of the movie, while I did enjoy listening to this album alone, it is hard to really judge a soundtrack when you haven't watched the film that goes along with it. Like I mentioned earlier, this album does work as a standalone project, but having the knowledge that this is a soundtrack for an unreleased feel makes the listen feel somewhat incomplete. I may or may not re-review this album once the movie comes out just to see if my feelings change, but between knowing that this is supposed to be Gambino's final album and that this isn't the completed project, I definitely wasn't completely satisfied with the album.

Despite my grievances, this album had many songs that I will definitely return to on their own. Lead single Lithonia surprised me on my first listen, with a slow, chill, pop-rock vibe and such a straight to the point message: nobody gives a fuck. But I think that the most shocking element of the single was it's music video and it's sudden twist that I won't spoil here. And of course we can't forget about Fartbuckle. Such a wide variety of emotions for a song that is so blunt and straightforward.

Other songs that surprised me instrumentally were No Excuses and Happy Survival. No Excuses brings on composer Ludwig Göransson, who is easily the highlight of the track. From the percussion throughout the beginning of the song, to the unexpectedly amazing saxophone solo, Göransson took a great track and made it an incredible one. As a drummer, and someone who spent his high school years in the band room fascinated with each and every percussion instrument, I appreciate how Göransson incorporated so many instruments that we almost never see in music as mainstream as Gamino's. As I mentioned earlier, Happy Survival was another instrumental that I would never expect from an artist like Gambino, yet I found myself jamming out to the bossa nova groove, with it's incredible vocal riff from Khruangbin. While I didn't find Happy Survival to be as groundbreaking as No Excuses, it's a nice, simple groove to chill out and dance to.

I've already mentioned Ludwig Göransson's work on No Excuses and Khruangbin's vocals on Happy Survival, but Bando Stone is filled with great features throughout it's runtime. I adore Jorja Smith's vocals on In the Night, especially in the post-chorus where she really shines. Smith is the highlight of this track and I wish she had more solo vocals. I also love Flo Milli's verse on Talk My Shit, a more straight forward rap song compared to the other tracks on this album, but still a super enjoyable song that features many modern references, yet doesn't feel dated.

Bando Stone and The New World surprised me with it's variety of genres, great percussion, and amazing storytelling, but I think that this album is going to need the film alongside it in order to really be a fulfilling final album for Childish Gambino. As I've mentioned before, the knowledge that this is a soundtrack rather than just a concept album makes it a bit difficult to fully judge, especially since there isn't even a known release date for the film at the time that I'm writing this. The soundtrack did get me more pumped up for the movie than the trailer did, and knowing how talented Glover is I do think that it will be an enjoyable watch, but until the film's release I really have no way of knowing. The album wasn't my favorite to be released this year, but I still enjoyed many of the individual songs and the concept surrounding them.

[irkimatsu]

I don't know if this question has already been asked so I apologize in advance for the inconvenience! how did you find out about Hazbin hotel? and what charmed you about husky ? :3

Nope, hasn't been asked before! There's actually a long process on this one! Story time!

First time I heard about Hazbin Hotel was when the pilot came out; Twitter was buzzing about it, and that already might have drawn me in, because "dark musical comedy with fantasy elements and themes of forgiveness and redemption" is already right up my alley and I could feel the Jhonen Vasquez inspiration radiating off the character designs. But what really tipped me off was a friend of mine, Lauri; she was particularly excited about it, and I trust her taste, so I jumped in. (Helps that her favorite is Alastor, who reminds me a lot of another character we bonded over back in the day. Seems we have a "she likes a sadistic bastard and I like the guy held emotionally captive by him" thing going on.) And I loved it! Wasn't super invested just yet, but I did really hope it'd be a full series someday. Don't think I really noticed Husk at this point. I was still deep in Osomatsu-san brainrot, so if anything I probably just went "haha cranky cat, it's like Ichimatsu" and then moved on from him. Favorite at this point was actually Charlie, and she's still a close second. Loved and wanted more of Charlie from day one. She has such magical girl vibes, I love her

Helluva Boss pilot dropped, what, a month later? Watched that because I liked Hazbin and holy shit is that Richard Horvitz. Richard Horvitz said fuck. Okay clearly I need to keep up with this one. And so I did! Avoided its presence on the Internet like the plague, though, because it's a fucking dumpster fire in there and I didn't feel like writing multiple well-sourced essays defending myself for liking a web cartoon that says fuck and makes jokes about murder. Watched it in secret, basically, aside from the occasional fanart reblog. It wasn't a hyperfixation yet, just a fun thing to watch every time a new episode dropped. Catchy music, Moxxie and Blitzo are my boys, it's a fun little side hobby, hey what if the Matsuno brothers started an assassination business in hell-

(Somewhere in here I watched "The Good Place" from start to finish, which isn't super relevant, just that the reason I started watching it was because I thought, hey, isn't that show about redeeming sinners? That's what Hazbin's about! I think I really like that concept, so I'll check it out! Two very different shows, but they're both dear to me because god I need forgiveness narratives, especially in today's social hellscape.)

2024, and I find out that the Hazbin series is finally out because Twitter won't shut the fuck up about how "Poison" is homophobic and victim-blaming or whatever. My main thought is, of course, "oh shit, that's finally out! time to watch it!", not believing any of the criticisms because I already decided years ago that the Internet is fucking stupid about this franchise. First four episodes were up at this point. Watched it fully expecting to enjoy it, but not really expecting to get too invested, still assuming I'll never talk about it online because I just do not need to deal with that shit. Still love Charlie, and the rest of the cast charms me quickly - especially Husk, because in the main series he quickly proves to have more to him here than the pilot let on. Hazbin really said, here, have a scrungy old cat with emotional trauma. I gobbled that shit up immediately.

And then " Loser, Baby" happened. Husk's dancing. Husk's singing voice. Husk's attitude of "yep, shit sucks, we screwed up, there's no use denying it or downplaying it but we're not getting anywhere if we wallow alone in our own misery", that theme of redemption and hope I wanted from this show from the start, here he was exemplifying it. I watched that scene on YouTube constantly, fully expecting to fall in love with Huskerdust. I did, for about five minutes.

And then I realized, fuck, I'm not actually in love with this ship, I'm in love with Husk. So much so that despite my misgivings, I couldn't just keep my mouth shut about how much I love this show, especially how much I love Husk. But no way in hell am I saying that on Twitter, people suck over there, and besides, the character limit isn't enough for all the rambling I wanted to do. So I dusted off my Tumblr blog and quickly became unhinged.

And now I'm here!

[s-dazzlegarden]

久しぶり

It's been a while! A ... Very long while.

I apologise. I've been very busy with life. I started part time schooling to get my diploma and I've been doing part time work and indulging in other hobbies.

I had to take a break from watching 2434 vtubers because it got a bit too parasocial. So I took a step back and focused on life.

So.. a lot happened since my last post. Idios, Oriens, Dytica, Krisis debuts, 3D debuts and.. graduations.

It's been over half a year since they debuted. How does everyone feel about the heroes?

I've been very enamoured with Oriens and their dynamic but I like how the heroes have been interacting with each other a lot! (Mostly Oriens and Dytica interactions but all 11 of them in general!)

We had Nijiban in April hosted by Peto and Nagao! 2 livers, one from JP and one from EN respectively to introduce both and bridge the groups!

There was also the formation of a new sub group with their own channel and activities, 七次元生徒会, consisting of Knkn, Akn, Leos, Deron, Ryushen and Sango. I've not watched their content besides the 'King' and 'Queen' cover tbh ehe

And.. graduation..

ID was hit with a mass graduation. ZEA, Taka, Siska, Cia, Azura, Nara and soon Reza and Hyona..

JP had a few on their end. Gundou and Akane.

And EN had their first two official graduation.. Both the foxes has moved on from 2434 and are doing different things in their lives now. Thank you so much Nina and Mysta for all that you have done. (Official graduations because we don't actually know if our dj was forced or what. But if anything, they're doing very well! Ifykyk)

Onto happier news 🥹

Salome-sama had her 3D debut a while back!! And two days ago, Rrn had his! I'm really glad his debut went through because there was so much unsureness regarding his own 3D after Axia's graduation..

A lot of other events in between here and there as well!

Fwcchi hosted his morning radio show in August! It was so fun to watch the different Livers interaction. Fwcchi and Luca interaction always makes me fuwafuwa wwww

Koshien also happened! That was a ride. I kept up with the news and actual event days. Occasionally I did watch the individual coach's streams when I had time to spare!

EN also recently closed auditions for new members so I'm kinda excited to see what new talents they'll bring in for the near future hopefully!

I'm still not really actively watching a lot of the vtubers right now besides Shu and Seraph so I don't think I will be writing much for now. I'll probably be making a side blog that isn't focus on 2434/vtubers and write stories there instead. Because I am having major OP brainrot after watching OPLA and starting the anime.

I've rambled on for so long oop-

Sorry if it wasn't an part 3 (or was it 4?) Of the A Little Something series like you all were expecting.

I'll see you guys again, hopefully sometime soon!

[theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming]

Alright don't look at me. This post is going to be very large because I am 3 weeks behind oops. So here we go with Week 4/5/6 of

Nicole Reads A Lot of Fanfiction (and she's gonna share it with you)

And also don't look at me about saying there would be an influx of older Sterek, okay? The Buddie brainrot is hard to beat.

Sterek: 6 Buddie: 33 (Buddie is all below the Read More :) )

BONE APPLE TEETH

"good boy" by quackquackcey | @quackquackcey (2025•E•10.8K)

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

You're My Sanctuary by lilmissdaydreamer (2022•E•33.4K)

The Argent Wolf Sanctuary. It’s been Stiles’ dream since he was five years old to work with the wolves, ever since his mother took him up there to see the magnificent creatures on one of their ‘full moon runs’ that the Sanctuary does once a month. The wolves are beautiful and much larger than Stiles would’ve thought, or at least, the newest wolf is. The owner had said he’s a special breed. Stiles just didn’t realize quite how special he is.

The Accidental Stilinski by DaisyBeats | @jos-corner-of-the-world (2025•GA•4.2K)

Eli starts his first day at lacrosse practice being mistaken for Stiles. Eli just rolls with it We all love a good unhinged Coach Finstock moment

Badlands by write_light | @write-light (2024•E•33.4K)

Sterek AU as camp counselors / ranch hands from different worlds, meeting in the mountains over three summers, and falling in love but living separate lives. They're only truly free in the endless high altitude summers that never last long enough and can never return the same way twice. Will they find a way to do this forever and just be together? Beacon Hills holds no monsters, but terrible creatures fill the lands around Hale Ranch, high in the Colorado Rockies. Nature walks and howling wolves, bucking bulls and stars overhead, and two boys who need each other more than they’ll ever admit.

begging you to stay (if it isn't too late) by MonsterRae1 | @monsterrae1 (2025•E•15.6K)

“Why?” He asked in between broken sobs “Why did he leave us, dad?” Derek hadn’t know what to answer, he hadn’t known how to explain to their perfect and sweet boy that they had struggled with their marriage for a long time, that they loved each other very very much, that Derek would always love Stiles, but he wasn’t going to force him to stay somewhere he didn’t feel loved anymore. Stiles had wanted more, and Derek couldn’t give him that. * Or, after getting injured on a mission, Stiles is forced to recover under the watch of his ex husband, feelings occur.

Stay the night, stay forever by Helloloveyes (2025•E•9.7K)

Stiles met Erica, Boyd and Isaac on three different occasions, their friendship saved him from the loneliness he carried. Then they introduced him to Derek Hale, a man that changed Stiles' life forever. After failing in love and still suffering the consequences, Derek wasn't expecting to find someone like Stiles, so perfect for him it hurt.

Firelight by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•E•61.2K)

When, in the worst of missing Christopher, Eddie suddenly finds himself having literally turned into a monster, Buck - who is also dealing with a newfound hearing loss diagnosis - is willing to do anything to protect him. Even from himself. OR: Eddie is a creature from Swedish folklore, feat. HOH!Buck

i can read between your lines (dizzy from the spinning) by buckleydiazy | @buckleydiaz (2025•E•4.3K)

“So, theoretically,” Eddie sounds absolutely delighted, “if we didn’t know each other, you’d hook up with me in a public bathroom?” “Theoretically—I mean, do you want a serious answer?” Eddie hesitates for a moment. “Yeah,” he says quietly, all traces of humor gone from his voice. “Tell me.” “Probably,” Buck says. Then a little firmer—“Definitely.” aka: Buck and Eddie have phone sex.

save all your questions for the end by lady_ragnell | @theladyragnell (2025•T•9.3K)

She’s got that pitying expression that always puts Eddie’s hackles up, the widows-and-orphans face, and she’s looking at Buck and Chris as Chris whoops his way down the slide and Buck watches carefully as he catches himself at the bottom. “He must miss his sister very much,” she says. “They look so much alike.” In which someone makes a totally logical, if heteronormative, assumption and Eddie loses his damn mind about it.

making me crazy (really driving me mad) by sunshinelester (2025•E•4.9K)

“Fuck, Buck,” Eddie muttered against his skin, his voice rough and strained. “You smell… good.” Buck’s mind was spinning, conflicting emotions rising in his chest until he felt like he would explode. The alpha in him wanted to growl and nip at the older man’s audacity. To treat him like a potential mate? To look at him like he wanted to swallow the younger man whole? This wasn’t normal. Alphas didn’t act like this with each other, especially not during a rut where the instinct to mate was at the forefront of their minds. And yet. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Eddie was in a rut. As a fellow alpha, Buck didn’t think much of it; not until he had the older man pressed against his back with sharp canines scraping on his mating gland.

a buck caught in headlights by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•M•6.1K)

After going to a queer club together, a drunk Buck and May call Eddie to bring them home. Completely forgetting who is driving, Buck ends up confessing his love for Eddie to May... with Eddie in the front seat. -- Okay,” Buck says to himself as he fishes out his phone from his pocket. The bright light hurts his eyes and he has to put it far away from him, not unlike Bobby trying to read a meme without his reading glasses. The thought makes him giggle. “Who do we call?” “Ghostbusters,” May says, snickering. It takes Buck three tries to unlock his phone. “Hmm… Hen, Karen, Maddie – nope, she needs her beauty sleep. Uh… Eddie, Chim-“ “Eddie!” May says excitedly. She smiles at him, “I love Eddie! Eddie is awesome.” Buck nods, “He really is. I will call Eddie.”

Canine Teeth In The Side Of My Neck by RighteousPunk (2025•E•5.9K)

Eddie’s skin is pale, cold under his touch, yet, something feels different. It’s not pale, cold, is about to die skin he’s used to touch on the worst of emergencies. Their gloves usually don’t manage to hide the feeling that comes with someone who’s on death’s door. And then, it hits him. There’s a hue in Eddie’s eyes, something he’s sure was never there before. In the dim lights of the loft, Eddie’s eyes are shining red. And through Eddie’s slightly opened lips, two white canines are perking out.

Or, Eddie arrives wounded at Buck's loft, and Buck learns a new truth about his best friend.

Ace of Hearts by glorious_spoon | @glorious-spoon (2024•T•9.6K)

"Though—and I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but since you and Natalia are over with now, I've been wondering…" Maddie pauses, watches Buck make a face like he's bracing to be smacked. "What happened with Eddie?" Buck stops wincing and just blinks at her for a second. Then he says, "What?" "You two were dancing around it for so long, and then… what, it just didn't work out? Was the date really that bad?" She's expecting another wince, or even for him to duck out of the conversation entirely, but instead Buck is staring at her like she's grown a second head. "Maddie. I've never been on a date with Eddie." - Or: the poker game was a date. It takes Buck a while to catch on, though.

shoulder the sky (let the rain come) by literalmetaphor | @absolutelybifurious (2024•M•44.5K)

There’s too much heat. The flames crackle and curl in the busted windows. The house is only two stories high. If Buck would listen, if he’d turn around and get out – he could be at the door, he could be out of the fucking blast radius. But Buck’s still standing in it. Eddie is cursed. Like he has been for years. Eddie is the blast radius. OR Eddie Diaz is cursed.

Parabola by semperama | @semperama (2025•T•4.6K)

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” Eddie turns toward him, mouth quirked, brow furrowed, like Buck has just said something sort of silly. Like he’s talking about curses again. “What?” “I mean. Like.” Buck twists his fingers together in his lap and looks down at them. “You need to change it so your parents will be his guardians, right? If something happens to you.” “What?” Eddie says again, and he doesn’t sound amused this time.

you'll find you again by rangerdanger (mxgicxltrxgedy) | @call-me-medusa (2025•E•4.6K)

“Eddie,” Buck asks again, punctuating each word as he repeats his question, “What did you want to do?” Eddie can barely remember how they got here in the first place. “Give myself joy.” “Give yourself joy.” Buck repeats. “Now, how are you going to give yourself joy if I come and get you off myself?” - Or, Eddie's learning how to want joy for himself.

A Million Stabs Is All It Took by hearmyplea (2025•T•18.2K)

Eddie wants a tattoo after returning from deployment. The fact that his tattoo artist, this Evan guy, is affecting him this much shouldn't be examined.

from your point of view by MacksDramaticShenanigans | @stevethehairington (2025•T•4.3K)

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie not-quite-slurs. It’s a close thing, though. The glass in his hand is his fourth— no, fifth, and wine always hits him so much harder. He’s bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked and loose-limbed on the couch, pressed so close to Buck he’s half in his lap. Buck’s got a steadying arm around his waist— couldn’t avoid the draw to touch even if he wanted to. “Hm?” Buck asks, feeling a little buzzy himself. “Buck,” Eddie repeats. “You’re bicyc—bisect— bisexual.” Buck laughs at Eddie’s stumble. Smiles bright, proud, and nods. “I am,” he agrees. “Have you ever—” Eddie’s winestained mouth purses; his brow furrows thoughtfully, “— have you ever thought about me?” He sways forward, widens his eyes purposefully, whispers, “Like, y’know.”

white house AU by buddiebuddie | @buddie-buddie [Part 1 & 2]

buck is the president of the united states and eddie is the secret service agent in charge of his security detail. shenanigans ensue.

Ink Flowers Into My Skin by hoveringcat9 | @hoveringcat9 (2025•T•4.7K)

Buck feels adrift, he’s fed up of dating and his search for the right tattoo artist has been fruitless. Luckily Karen has a new friend up to the job and more. For Week 7 of Winter of Buddie - Prompt Floral

kiss me on the mouth and set me free by keiro (2025•E•3.6K)

“It’s alright , it’s alright… I got you,” Eddie whispers on his skin, punctuating the end of the phrase with a kiss. When he speaks again, his voice is a tone lower, words rasping out of his lips. “Eyes on me, Buck.” Buck forces himself to open his eyes, and he’s just in time to see Eddie staring right at him, opening his mouth just a little while he holds his arm. Buck sees the way Eddie’s fangs expand, a gasp stuck on his throat right as they sink into his skin. - Eddie bites Buck, what comes next is a consequence.

He touched me, so I live to know by KejfeBlintz | @kejfeblintz (2025•T•4.1K)

Eddie was jostled as Buck crashed down beside him, drinks in hand. The bar was packed so six of them were jammed in a booth designed for four. Eddie shot a quick apologetic look at Ravi, who had been squashed against the wall with Buck’s ungainly arrival. Buck handed out everyone’s drinks then pushed himself close to Eddie to fit on the bench, elbowing him in the ribs. “Watch it, Buckley,” Eddie groused, elbowing him back. “You watch it, Diaz,” Buck replied, kicking his ankle. “How about you both watch it,” Ravi grumbled as he was shoved against the wall again. “Be easier if there wasn’t a literal giant taking up all this space,” Eddie complained, “dude, when did you get this broad?” “These are lifesaving muscles, Eddie, don’t be a hater.” Or, 5 times Buck and Eddie touched, and one time they really touched.

An Angry Blade by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•M•43.8K)

Buck finds out that the curse of Billy Boils is VERY real, and far more complicated and dangerous than he could have expected.

H-E-A-T-A/B/O: A Buddie Anthology by Bucksbelly (drarryweasley) | @bucksbelly [WIP] (2025•E•20.9K)

An anthology of Buddie one-shots based in omegaverse settings. These stories are NOT connected; they each have slightly different lore and can be read in any order! Brought to you by I wanted to write my favorite trope but couldn't decide how to do it so I wrote a bunch of them

Pain's like cold water by shadowkatninjawarrior (2024•M•75.2K)

Evan Buckley had lived a lie for sixteen years and it was going just fine. Until the truth started spilling through his fingers. Or, Omega!Buck has been pretending to be an alpha for more than half his life and everything changes when Eddie finds out.

faded from the winter by Daisies_and_Briars | @cal-daisies-and-briars (2025•T•9.9K)

Eddie struggles to bounce back after the shooting. Buck starts leaving him with his service dog, Cranberry.

gravity in between us by charmingqueenie | @alexisrosemullens (2025•T•16.7K)

Eddie’s not used to explaining his relationship with Buck. Everyone in LA just knows what they are. They’re Buck and Eddie. There isn’t one without the other. He knows that he’s been vague about what Buck is to him with his new coworkers. He knows this and yet he can’t stop himself. The first few times were an accident. He doesn’t mean to be vague and what he said could imply platonic. This time though. or Eddie accidentally implies that he's dating Buck to his new team in El Paso.

We're Overdue for a Revival by BespectacledBunny | @bespectacledbunnys (2024•M•60.8K)

“If I had,” Chris lingers on the words, watching Eddie intently through the screen, “If I had conditions?” Eddie feels his stomach knot up. It’s the first time Chris has ever alluded to a willingness to come home. Usually he just shoots Eddie down with a flat “I know” before hurrying off the call. Eddie Diaz will be damned before he lets this chance slip through his hands. “Anything,” his voice rings with desperation in his own ears, “Whatever you need to feel ready to come home. If I can make it happen, I will.” Chris eyes him, young face serious as a judge presiding over trial. An apt comparison because only Chris could condemn or parole Eddie. His fate is in his son’s hands so completely that if he was going to therapy, Frank would probably be concerned. Finally, Chris opens his mouth and says something so earth shattering as to crack the foundations of his father’s mind. “Marry Buck,” Chris says firmly.

cat-astrophic by smilingbuckley | @smilingbuckley (2025•T•5.5K)

Buck falls in love with a kitten. The kitten falls in love with Eddie. (Buck doesn't blame her.) -- It doesn’t take long before a familiar truck approaches. Eddie looks unimpressed as Buck gets into the car, holding the kitten tightly to his chest. “I’m surprised it took you this long to pick up a stray.” Buck snorts, “Well, you picked me first, so.” Eddie shakes his head, starting to drive again. “I didn’t pick you. You just appeared.” “Well, this one just appeared as well,” Buck tells him. “I couldn’t leave it, Eddie. What if a predator eats it?”

What if All I Need is You by serenelystrange | @serenelystrange (2025•GA•2.9K)

“Does Ravi actually think me and Eddie are dating?” “Maybe,” Chim says after a moment of consideration. “Or he’s just really good at fucking with you.” “50/50,” Hen agrees. “Eddie doesn’t even like men,” Buck says with a frown. “I asked.” “Of course you did,” Chim says, dropping his head into his hand with a murmured whisper of Jesus Christ.

oh brother, I see (you burn like me) by canadadry (2024•M•47.9K)

Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter. She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else. “Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer. It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her. “Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?” — Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.

Don’t hang up on me, cause I’m hung up on you by creatures_that_dont_die | @creatures-that-dont-die (2025•E•5.8K)

“What are you making for dinner?” “I was just going to reheat some leftovers,” Buck says. Eddie makes a noncommittal noise on the other end, sounding almost disappointed. “What, were you hoping I’d make you something?” “No, I—” Eddie hesitates, then sighs. “I sort of wanted to listen to you cook.” The softness in his voice shifts to teasing. “You talk so much while you do it, I figure it’ll fill all the silence here. But I can just watch TV instead, once I figure out how to—” “No, no, I’ll cook something. Only because you asked so nicely. I’ll put you on speaker, okay?” As Buck sorts through Eddie’s fridge, deciding what he can throw together, he and Eddie fall into their usual chatter. When he’s at the stove, facing away from his phone resting on the table, he can almost imagine that Eddie is here with him and not 800 miles away. (Buck and Eddie talk on the phone almost constantly, and one thing leads to another.)

one way out and we're gonna find it by atlasblue85 | @atlasblue85 (2025•T•6.9K)

He just needed a little more time, is what he kept telling himself. A little more time to work through it and he’d be okay, wouldn’t feel like there’s a vice grip over his heart and lungs and the voices of his childhood priests in the back of his head at the thought of being seen in public with a man. There’s tears rolling silently down his cheeks now as Buck cradles him, and he finally manages to whisper, “How’d you do it? Go on a date with a guy, in public?” “Eddie?” Buck’s hands still from where they’ve been rubbing soothing patterns across Eddie’s back. “I don’t– I can’t–” Eddie tries, but he can’t make the words come, and he grips Buck’s shirt tighter instead.

younger than clouds by seachanged | @spacesongs (2025•T•1.1K)

When Buck drifts back awake the sun is about to drop over the horizon, its last light bathing the cabin in buttery pinks and corals. Eddie is leaning against the kitchen island dressed in a pair of boxer briefs that appear to be Buck’s, at least judging by how low they hang on his hips.

check me out and take me home by prioritizelove (2025•GA•1.4K)

“Chris really likes you, you know. One time–” Eddie laughs, “One time I brought him here during the evening, so you weren’t here, and he was literally pouting when we left. Said the librarian at the desk wasn’t as good as his friend Buck and ended up just checking out one of those, uh,” he waves a hand, “wimpy diary books.” Or Buck's a children's librarian and Christopher is his favorite patron. He'd be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to seeing Christopher’s dad as well.

Meet Me in the Middle (Underneath a Little Bit of Mistletoe) by Princessfbi | @princessfbi (2022•E•40.2K)

“I’m sorry…” Eddie said, holding his hand out to stop the tumble of words falling from Buck’s lips. “You want to what?” Of all the things he thought Buck wanted to talk about at breakfast, the breakfast Buck had asked Eddie if he wanted to grab at the end of their long shift, this was nowhere near it. “Fake date.” Buck repeated with all the confidence in the world that Eddie didn’t believe for a second because what Buck was proposing was insane. “For the holidays.” aka Buck and Eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays!

Face to my face by EtoileGarden | @etoilegarden (2023•T•46.5K)

“Is your birthmark genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?” Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.” “Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.” “Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.” Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that? “Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.” Or - another dad!Buck fic because I always love writing baby fics. Eventual Buck/Eddie.

[welcometowonkas]

TO AN UNEXPECTED END

This is a self-indulging Harry Potter fanfiction with my Original Characters. It goes through the same story point starting from the Sorcerer's Stone and by the end, the Deathly Hallows but with my Original Characters included. Hope you enjoy!

You can tell I've been brainrotting 😞🤝 I'll introduce the OCs in here when I finish Chapter 1... I have a w.i.p art but it isn't FINISHEDD

HARRY POTTER FANFICTION (Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone)

Words: 873

Warning(s): N/A

PROLOGUE

September 1, 1991.

At the beginning of Hogwarts for fresh first-years, Apophis Snape, aged 11, perched at the foot of his bed, idly toying with the serpent necklace gifted by his father. His belongings were all packed, every item necessary for Hogwarts purchased and neatly arranged. He was ready. All he had to do was wait for his mother until they made their way to the train station for his departure. He shouldn’t be nervous—Yes… his parents were both professors in Hogwarts, there’s nothing to worry about, right? Yes right, nothing to worry about Apophis. You’re a Snape. A son of a powerful wizard and a powerful witch. You can’t be nervous. Ever.

“Sweetheart, Apophis. Are you ready?”

Apophis was abruptly pulled from his reverie, his gaze snapping to the closed door at the sound of his mother's three firm knocks. A habit he observed she always had. As a child, Apophis was exceptionally observant, with some insisting he inherited this trait from his father, while others claimed his resemblance favored his mother. The weight of expectations always loomed heavily upon him. Especially that he was a son of two quite famous people, one was almost feared by many. While his parents were genuinely caring, it was the towering expectations of those around him that weighed heavily on Apophis. You are a Snape. DON’T DISAPPOINT YOUR OWN FAMILY LINEAGE.

“Apophis—”

“Yes, mother!-” Apophis sprang from his bed hastily, then swung open the door, welcoming his mother with a forced, albeit bright, smile. He hoped it masked the thoughts swirling in his mind. He was only 11, for heaven's sake... He deserved to relax and pursue his own desires. After all, he was still just a child. “I’m ready.” Unfortunately for Apophis, his mother possessed keen observation, making it nearly impossible for him to conceal his thoughts from her discerning gaze. It felt as though she could read his mind, yet he trusted that she wasn't intentionally prying. He knew his mother would never be the type to invade his privacy.

“You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart.” His mother offered reassurance, bending down to his eye level as she gently cradled his cheeks and placed a tender kiss on his forehead, aiming to comfort him. She loved Apophis dearly and was willing to go to any lengths to ensure his safety and comfort. He was her beacon of light, one she was determined to keep shining brightly. “Me and your father will be in Hogwarts alongside you. We’ll be there whenever you need—We can’t exactly join you in the train, but we’ll watch you depart. You’ll get along with the children well, trust me!”

While she may not have fully understood Apophis' exact struggles, her soothing words provided him with a profound sense of reassurance. Feeling calmer than he had moments ago, he grasped his mother's hands, offering a small smile. Perhaps now he felt more excitement about attending Hogwarts than nervousness.

10:30AM KING’S CROSS STATION PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS

Apophis stood beside the bustling train station with his mother, his gaze scanning the crowded surroundings as he clutched her hand tightly. Navigating through a crowd of strangers wasn't exactly his strong suit, but he had to manage. He scanned the throng, searching for someone in particular—his father, to be exact. That's what his mother had assured him—that his father would be there to see him off before his journey to Hogwarts. Yet, there was no sign of him anywhere, leaving Apophis deeply saddened, his brow furrowed in disappointment.

But he refused to let it dampen his spirits. Understanding that his father was a busy man, he reasoned that they would eventually reunite at school. Yet, despite this logic, a sense of sadness gnawed at him. He despised the sensation, quickly shaking his head to dispel it before returning his gaze to the wall. Suddenly, he found himself confronted by a pair of piercing bright green eyes peering through the solid barrier. A boy with tousled black hair and cracked round glasses met his gaze, and they held each other's eyes for a moment and as the train signaled its imminent departure, they turned their attention to the platform.

Hastily guided onto the train, their belongings stowed away neatly in a separate compartment, Apophis made his way down the corridor, stealing glances out the window. He spotted his mother waving at him with a tender smile as the train prepared to depart. Returning the smile, Apophis bid his mother a temporary farewell. He reasoned there was no need for excessive worry; after all, he would soon reunite with his parents at school during the opening ceremony, or so he had heard. He felt somewhat reassured knowing that both of his parents were professors at Hogwarts.

He halted at a particular compartment, turning his head to peer inside. There sat the boy he had spotted earlier... and beside him, another boy with fiery red hair and scattered freckles across his face. It appeared to be just the two of them... and since his mother had encouraged him to make friends, now seemed like the perfect opportunity, wouldn't it?

“Hey! Is this compartment still free for another person?”

— to be continued

[lillymakesart]

ok so i wanted to articulate why BES has me in such a chokehold and for me it boils down to this specific scene in episode 5

growing up in a chinese american household, there wasn't much empathy for my feelings during any discussion. e.g. my mom could literally just finish saying the most vile, hurtful things to me that would destroy me inside, but i was still expected to not have a meltdown and continue to respond to her in a composed manner or else i was labeled the monster child that didn't understand respect and was an ingrate

basically there was always an invisible audience watching my every move that judged from an "outsider's" perspective. e.g. i was always being evaluated from a third-party view that would always divorce the emotional context of the situation from my actions. if i started crying and screaming, i was painted as acting unreasonable even though i would have every right to scream and cry in that context

this scene in episode 5 really altered my brain chemistry. like really. it's the way that the camera keeps the focus on mizu's face, her pain, her turmoil, the crumbling world inside of her. in this scene, the emotional context of her actions are never lost. our attention is never disconnected from mizu's feelings, and we, the audience, continue to be on mizu's side even when her actions here can theoretically be deemed morally "bad"

and this concept was what really blew my mind. it's the way that it showed me that there really are people out there that would take the time to learn my emotional context of a situation, and still be on my side, and still fight in my corner even when i lash out and meltdown. i always felt strangely outnumbered growing up because no one in my family ever fought in my corner. i always felt like i had to fight my battles alone, and that's exactly what i did all the way through adulthood

this scene was like a warm blanket to me when i first washed it. i felt so much catharsis, relief, warmth, compassion, and forgiveness for all those years believing i was just a bad wicked demon kid (my grandma would literally use those words to describe me). i think a little piece of my inner child literally healed in real time as i watched this scene

and i think that's why im so attached to mizu and her story. because yeah i've seen arcane, i've seen demonslayer, i've seen teen titans, i've seen avatar, i've seen plenty of shows that have a diverse set of tragic characters for me to relate to. but no show, no writer, no director has ever been so brave as to offer a hand to the wicked demon child lilly that felt so alone biting back just trying to protect myself but feeling so guilty at the same time for just existing.

bes is the comfort show that offered me comfort in a way that no show or person ever has

and that's why i SIMP!!!!! brainrot this brainrot that but have you considered uhhh free therapy that annhilates 30% of your childhood trauma in the span of 45 minutes hmmmm???? mizu is my number first blorbo and i will rotate her in my brain however much i please thank u very much

Blue Eye Samurai || Episode 5

[dewdrop-writes]

Hello luv 💞 I weighed my options and decided it might be a waste to chunk this idea in a bin. Please excuse my horrible writing,,, feel free to change the lines or anything at all, there is a reason I am only a reader 😔 this is the Albedo one.

Impostor Albedo tries to pass himself as reader's Bedo in Dragonspine, he tries to mimic Bedo's kisses on reader's forehead and cheeks, unconsciously evading their lips. However, reader doesn't buy it since he's too stiff and ofc the telltale mark of his that she adores, but plays along because she's curious of his intentions. Albedo comes back from their shared home to see Impostor with reader, he watches from the distance ready to attack in case anything happens. Reader noticed him but chose to focus on Impostor, she reveals that she knows that he's not her Bedo, Impostor jolts, torn between attacking her or simply fleeing. Impostor flinches in shock when reader cups his cheek before he could do anything else, reader then asks "who are you really?". Impostor was surprised to find that reader's eyes only held curiosity, no malice or any hostility that he expected. He answers hesitantly, "... I don't know." reader simply smiles at him "You're not Albedo and that's alright, he'll always have memories that you don't, feelings you might not understand, and relationships that you don't. That's because you're not him. " Impostor jostles under reader's hold for a bit, thinking she was mocking him, but she held him firmly and continued, "But if you'd like, we could figure out who you really are together, what things you like, dislike, and shape your own personality. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not to experience living alomside humans. You could live with us at Mondstadt as yourself." As reader says this, Albedo has slowly walked towards the two of them, contemplating reader's words and slowly coming to accept that this impostor of his IS still technically family. Impostor's eyes widened, breath shaky, he... could he really? Was it that simple? "I imagine Klee would be delighted to have another brother! You could spend time with her as yourself and I'm sure she'll love you just the same as us, or even more!" reader smiles at the thought of the red spark knight. "Albedo and I tend to take days in work here at the Lab, the Knights on the other hand each have their own duties to attend to if they're not free, so I imagine she'll enjoy your company as well as the others! That is,,, if you're willing." she trails off, starting to become unsure of her ramblings. Impostor takes a moment to consider, "I... I can?" he asks, "Of course you can! As long as you mean no harm to anyone you're very welcome!" reader exclaims. "... I would like that." impostor replies, still wary especially in Albedo's presence. "hmm but first, What did you look like before you tried to copy Bedo?" she asks, to which impostor replies, "I... I also don't know...". Reader thinks, her hand cupping her chin in contemplation (she had unconsciously picked up Albedo's little habit) Albedo finds this oddly endearing and he gently wraps an arm on the small of her back, "Perhaps he didn't have another form my love, we were both from the Primordial Human Project after all. " Albedo adds, reader continues to brainstorm for ideas, before finally excitedly rambling, "OH! We could pass you off as Bedo's twin! Although I hope you're alright with me trimming your hair maybe neck length? so that people could differentiate you two. We'd also have to get you clothes but I suppose some of Bedo's other outfits would suit you fine for now." Albedo chuckles, she was already covering all fields for the Impostor to enter their lives, this wasn't how he expected things to turn out with the Impostor but he supposes that everything will be alright since it's reader.

hahaha yEeT, feel free to ignore if the plot is flop. It has a lot of holes and things to work on nxjfjfjdjdjs

- Zhongli Brainrot Anon 🐉

I LOVE that! I wouldn't say it has a lot of holes, it's great imo!!! You could totally be a great writer!!!

I love everything about this!! This was a bit of my own brainrots to add to the aftermath! I might write something longer and more coherent about this eventually cus this!!! AU!!! IS SO SWEET

The reader becomes a loving support system for our dear imposter!Albedo, who they obviously give a new name. I could imagine Rubedo (which has been circling in the fandom).

Perhaps his wardrobe will consist of darker clothes, to contrast that of Albedo's, much like the traveler twins do.

He settles in in Mondstadt, adopting his new name and looks - being regarded as Albedo's twin. They look nearly identical, people joke, saying if his hair was longer they wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

Klee, of course, welcomes the addition of a new brother with open arms, dragging the slightly closed off man along with her adventures, letting him in on her schemes and bribing him into giving her piggyback rides.

Rubedo feels awkward, at first - but the way Mondstadt accepts him so quickly, referring to him by his new name - merchants greeting him each morning on his strolls, asking him about his day - it lights aflame a warmth he has never felt before.

And then there's you and Albedo.

At first, he has a hard time getting closer to his successor. There are some deep-rooted issues that cling onto both of them - so they keep a distance between themselves, but neither is hostile.

Albedo thinks you are an angel, a true testament of the wonders of human kindness, for managing to bring out this awkward duckling of a man from his imposter who was once set on destroying him.

You travel often between Dragonspine and Mondstadt, busy helping both Albedo and Rubedo. You teach Rubedo how to wash clothes, how to cook and clean, introduce him to your friends and give him attention - lend him an ear when he needs it.

At first, he had simply considered you a part of Albedo's life he wanted to consume for himself, but over time, he has come to hold you dear. You are his closest friend, his savior. He knows you and Albedo are happy - and he would never dare to come between that, not once he saw how Albedo brings joy upon you.

So he watches the two of you with a bittersweet sensation, yearning, but also happy for the two of you.

Eventually, Albedo is the one to approach him, to bond. It was something you urged him to do, and he's almost as awkward as Rubedo about it at first. But they bond over time. Albedo teaches him about art, Rubedo assists him with alchemy, and as time passes, they suppose they could begin to call each other brothers and mean it.

You come to realize, as your friends point out, that you now have two powerful alchemist guard dogs willing to risk life and limb for you.

If one is gone, the other is always around - it's something they actually trust each other with - protecting you.

So yes, your dynamic is a bit strange, but it feels like home, and all three of you can appreciate it.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Merman Felix and Pirate Pepa...please tell me you'll write something for that?

Lucky for you, an idea for them JUST came to me today!

And by idea, i mean i literally have an ENTIRE au (that i will only go in depth on if asked, you guys are just gonna get a snippet here)and story from start to finish. Caffeine ladies and gentlemen, it fuels me.

(Also, design inspiration for Félix is from @pepa-brainrot, check out their stuff, it's just beautiful)

"Bro, come on!"

"Félix, I don't mean to be that fish, but this feels like, the WORST possible idea!"

Félix wasn't listening. He had some time before he was expected home, and he was going to take advantage of it. He swam past the busy crowd, till the city seemed so out of sight. He raised his head above the water, and immediately he felt excitement.

"Look! There she is! Isn't she beautiful?!"

Félix was nuts about things humans made. But nothing was more beautiful to him than ships. Big and grand, he felt like even sharks would be intimidated by their size. Agustín popped his head up out of the water, squinting. His buddy never did have the greatest vision.

"Uh, she's definitely. Big?"

Félix, despite his friends objections, sat up on a rock so he could relax while he watched. The sail fluttered in the wind, the ship gently rocked from side to side. It was was parked right next to an abandoned island, and the idea of humans being so CLOSE, JUST out of reach. It fascinated him. He helped his buddy up on the rock with him, his own blue scales glistening under the moonlight alongside his own golden pattern.

"Humans are just. Incredible. They have no fins, but yet, they want the water. They explore and wander."

"Unlike your folks?"

He winced. His parents were coral farmers, growing anything pretty and colorful. They were used for all sorts of jewelry and decorations, it made his family comfortable. But, he was restless. There was more to life than just having a comfy living.

"I love my family. You know that. But I just. I want MORE."

"Do you have TIME for more?"

He grumbled into his hand. His mom had been bombarding him with finding a wife. Sure, he was sort of old to be a bachelor, but he never found the one. Sure, he's messed around, he found dozens of women who were pretty. But he never loved them. Never wanted to give away his heart. His heart was meant for out there, SOMEWHERE.

"It's hard being the favorite kid, amigo."

Agustín chuckled, nudging his buddy's side.

"Come on. You've had a good look. We should make it home before your mami has a shark attack."

Félix waited. His buddy had already slid back into the water, but something stopped him from joining him. Maybe it was the humans yelling at each other in the distance, maybe it was the way the lights inside drew him like an anglerfish. They haven't had a ship here since he was a young boy. When would he get this chance again?

"Just. One thing first."

He dove into the water, and rushed to the object of his desires. Agustín cried out to him, but he didn't listen. He just swam. He lifted his head up once he was right next to it, and let his fingers strum against the wood. There had to be some way to get up there, SOMETHING. That was when he felt it, the thing they called a 'ladder'. He grabbed onto it, and forced himself out of the water. Was it a lot of effort, using that much upper body strength? Absolutely. But he was too fuelled by curiosity to stop.

He found some relief as soon as he made it to a hole on the side. He peered in, and watched as the humans walked on and off the ship, seeming to move supplies to and fro. There was yelling between them, people telling other's where to put what. Félix sat there, following legs this way and that. That is, until they settled on a very...specific pair. Woah. He didn't know humans legs could look like that. Slender, long enough for him to look at for days. His gaze followed upwards in curiosity, and there she was. The most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

"Hijole..."

She was thin, even for a human (he assumed), she had such lovely hips, and he was jealous of her belt for getting to touch her. He was even jealous of the giant sword that occasionally bumped against her leg. And her voice.

"So there's nothing here?"

"Not that we've seen, captain. Aside from the odd bug and bird."

"Mierda...fine. We'll leave in the morning. Soon as the men finish, give them all a drink. I'll take first shift tonight."

She sounded so confident. Her voice wasn't 'sing songy', it was proud, firm. He loved it. She wanted attention and she had it, especially his own.

"So what I'm hearing is 'everyone shut up and let me drink as I brood in the corner'"

"Oye-watch it."

She chuckled, nudging whoever she was talking to. He watched as her feet brought her closer to him, and realized she had sat down. He climbed himself till he was holding onto the railing, and he didn’t care if it'd be so easy for him to get caught. Not when she was literally RIGHT there. Oh she was prettier up close. Her shoulders were exposed, and her skin was decorated in so many freckles, it reminded him of a sandy shore, kissed by the sun. Golden necklace and golden earrings decorated her, but she didn't need them.

Not when her long, orange, wild hair was more than enough. It was in such a long braid, it stopped just short of her lower back. Even the hairs on her head were wild, untamed and unsettled. Her lips were gorgeous too, and he was jealous of those little fingers as they unscrewed the top of a bottle, to take a swig of the dark liquid. He watched her as she put it down for a second, and looked at her eyes. Oh no. He was done for. Her eyes were firm, almost angry, green, she reminded him of one of those peacock shrimp. And honestly, she could probably beat him up with the same amount of fury.

What does one say to the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? What do you say to a woman so beautiful yet so heavy handed and smelled like sweat and salt? He was usually so good with merwomen. But what do you say to humans? He didn't know. But he knew he had to say something, and mean it. So, he leaned into her ear, and whispered.

"Te quiero, mi tesoro."

He meant it. He wanted her, and he treasured everything about her. He watched as her shoulder's stiffened, as her eyes widened, and her cheeks flared. He swore her face erupted in a mess of mist, and he was ready to have her look at the merman that made her just bubble up like sea foam. Then suddenly Agustín grabbed him, and yanked him down to the depths. They looked up at the ship, at her, who thankfully didn’t look down onto the water. Thunder BOOMED behind her, and the light illuminated her scrunched up nose and snarled teeth.

"Ole-YOU FUCKS. WHO'S PLAYING GAMES WITH ME?! Espera y verás!!!"

She walked off to the other side of the ship, scolding and yelling at her men.

"Holy...where did that thunder come from?"

"...call me crazy, but I think...I think SHE did that."

"Dios...Félix she could've killed you!"

"I...I know."

Agustín sighed as he patted his shoulder.

"I'm just glad I got to you in time. I do NOT have arms like yours, took me a while to reach you. Now, what did we learn?"

Félix thought about it. His heart was pounding, his ear fins were fluttering hard enough to start a whirlpool.

"That I love her."

"EXACTLY, now- wait, what?"

"I...I love her. Agustín I'm in love! I have to go tell mami!"

"Wait Félix!"

Too late, he was already rushing home. He immediately dove into his house, Agustín catching up, but not without some wheezing. He immediately went to hug his mother, who laughed in surprise.

"Oh! Mijo, what's got you so excited?"

"Mami you won't believe it- I know who I want to marry!"

She gasped, hands folded over her mouth, her brown ear fings flapping just as fast as his.

"My little guppy is finally ready to get married?! Oh hold on now, let me relax, tell me all about her!"

Félix couldn't wait. He was swimming in place in the kitchen, running on adrenaline and pure, dumb love.

"Oh mami she's unlike anyone I've ever seen! She's beautiful, she's fiesty, she's LOUD, she has all this red hair and she has all these freckles and her eyes! Oh mami you should've SEEN her eyes! I could get lost in them! And her legs! They go on for-"

"Wait. Legs?"

She looked confused, but he didn't care. Not even when Agustín sighed and spilled the beans.

"Félix met a human. A pirate."

"Oh...oh."

"ISN'T IT FANTASTIC?! I'm in LOVE, mami, I'm in LOVE!"

Agustín and his mom didn't have to be excited, he had plenty of that for the both of them. He didn't know how. But some how, some way, he was going to pilfer that pretty pirate's heart.