#what a passive aggressive ray of sunshine

[xeemaee]

If Kabru has no fans I’m dead etc etc

[chvoswxtch]

secrets

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: in the aftermath of your fight with frank, you get more than one unexpected visitor.

warnings: swearing, lots & lots & lots of angst

word count: 4.4k

a/n: it's getting juicyyyy. friendly reminder y'all voted for a double drop this week, so chapter twenty one is coming this friday. enjoy. ;) as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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“You keep frownin’ like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”

Lifting your focused gaze from your computer screen to the source of a familiar voice, the creases etched along your forehead deepened at the sight of Billy standing in your office doorway, leaning against the frame with his hands tucked into the pockets of his perfectly tailored suit pants and that signature vain smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“What are you doing here?”

“Good to see you too, darlin’.”

Billy let out a dry chuckle, crossing the threshold over towards your desk in just a few quick strides. Leaning over your desk, Billy stretched his hand out to brush his thumb along the space between your eyebrows, effectively smoothing out the crinkles of concentration coupled with confusion. The gesture caught you off guard, and you blinked a few times in surprise as Billy unbuttoned the middle button on his dark gray suit jacket before sitting down in the chair in front of your desk.

“There, that’s better. Now, how ‘bout you at least pretend to be happy to see me.”

Billy arched one of his dark brows, that same smirk still gracing the edge of his lips in a silent tease. Looking over at him, it occurred to you that there always seemed to be some hint of mischief lingering in his deep espresso tinted eyes. Leaning back in your chair and folding your arms over your chest, you gave him a pointed look.

“What can I do for you, Billy?”

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine today.”

“I could be worse, if you’d like.”

Billy’s lips split into a full blown grin, and he let out an amused chuckle at the sass dripping from your dry reply.

“Nah, I’ve seen you pissed. I’d prefer to stay on your good side, sweetheart. You wanna tell me what’s got you in such a pleasant mood this mornin’?”

Being around Billy just made you think about Frank, and thinking about Frank only reminded you of the fact that the two of you weren’t in a good place right now. He swore to you the night you confronted him that he was going to wrap this job up as quickly as he could, but that meant he had to devote all of his time to it, which resulted in him being around even less than he had been last month. 

Two weeks had passed since you’d last seen Frank in person. When you woke up in his bed the morning after you’d shown up at his apartment to confront him, he was already gone. He’d left a note on his pillow saying that he would call you soon, but that call didn’t come for four days, and neither one of you had much to say. You thought hearing his voice after being apart for a while would make you feel better about the whole situation, grant you some sense of relief or jumpstart a spark of acceptance you couldn’t find beforehand, but it only made you even more pissed off about what was happening.

And then the call you had with him two days ago really set you off.

Frank had been trying to keep the conversation light, and there was an apologetic tone to his gruff voice, but you couldn’t bite your tongue. The more you sat alone with the vague explanation he had given you, the more his promise of reassurance felt like fraud. You drew blood first, like you always did, but after a round of back and forth passive aggressive exchanges, Frank lost his own temper and went on the defense.

“For Christ’s sake, what else you want me to say, huh? How many other ways I gotta apologize?”

“We shouldn’t even be in this situation right now, Frank-”

“Yeah, well we are, and you’re gonna have to find a way to deal with it cause it ain’t changin’ any goddamn time soon.”

Frank’s aggressive retort only incensed you further. The stress of the current job combined with the growing rift between the two of you eroded his patience into raw frustration, and you were matching his verbal lashes blow for blow.

“Just deal with it? Just deal with you being away and hiding things from me?”

“That’s the job sometimes, alright? You know first hand the kinda shit I gotta do. You know what my world’s like. I told you I was gonna do what I could to get this handled as soon as possible-”

“But this isn’t your normal job, Frank! Stop using that as a fucking excuse. You’ve never had to disappear to God only knows where before, and you’ve never kept secrets from me-”

“Oh for fucks sake. You think that’s what I’m doin’? Makin’ excuses? That’s bullshit and you know it. I told you what I could-”

“And that’s supposed to be enough?“

“It was enough for Maria.”

Those five simple words stunned you silent. They struck a nerve you didn’t even know existed, and Frank, blinded by his aggravation, just kept hacking away at it with his verbal arsenal.

“Ya’know, she never gave me this much fuckin’ shit, and she had to deal with way worse than you. I was away from her and the kids for months at a time, couldn’t tell her a goddamn thing ‘bout what I was really doin’, and she was never on my ass the way you are right now-”

“I’m not her, Frank!”

The only sounds on the line were yours and Frank’s labored breathing, shallow and heavy from yelling and exhausting your vexed emotions on one another. For several moments, neither of you spoke a word, until finally you broke the silence by gritting your teeth and delivering one last blow.

“You know what, don’t fucking call me again until this shit is over.”

Frank, being the stubborn ass that he was, hadn’t attempted to contact you to smooth things over or to apologize. It infuriated you, but in the same breath, you didn’t want to speak to him right now. 

Still, it wasn’t fair of you to take your sour mood out on Billy. He hadn’t done anything wrong. You were upset with Frank, not him. Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you slowly dragged your palm down your face before leaning back in your chair. You hadn’t noticed how stiffly you’d been sitting until you felt a dull ache in your lower back.

“I…sorry. There’s just…a lot going on right now. I’m spread kinda thin so, I’m…a bit on edge.”

“A bit?”

When you shot him an unamused look, Billy let out a light chuckle and held up his hands in a show of faux surrender.

“Alright, alright. I didn’t come to here to fuck with ya. I actually came to ask a favor.”

An expression of surprise swiftly coveted your features. What could you possibly have to offer Billy Russo?

“A favor?”

Billy leaned back in the chair, adjusting the lapels of his suit before crossing his left leg over his right knee, placing his elbows on the arm rests. Maybe it was because your office was familiar to him, or maybe it was because he was so rich he felt like he owned everything, but Billy had a way of being able to make himself comfortable no matter what setting he was in. Fixing his deep brown eyes on you, that signature smirk of his graced his lips once again when he caught your look of intrigue and confusion.

“As you know, Anvil has a government contract with Homeland Security. It was a big deal for the company, and it’s proven to be a damn good business investment. As a matter of fact, it’s been so successful, that I’ve been meetin’ with a few other branches negotiatin’ another expansion, and recently closed a deal with the CIA.”

“Don’t government contracts kinda defeat the whole private military operation thing?”

“I didn’t hear you complainin’ when that Homeland contract brought you to me.”

Rolling your eyes at the smugness in his voice, you reached for the nearly empty iced coffee sitting on your desk.

“It wasn’t a complaint.”

“Anvil is more than personal protection, darlin’. It’s also convoy security, tactical operations, tailored training, and more. Most of our military contracts are outside of the U.S, so havin’ two on American soil is a huge deal.”

“If you’re trying to sell me on investing, I hate to break it to you, but I think the number currently reflecting in my bank account would make you cry.”

Billy let out a deep chuckle at that, his lips stretching open into a tooth bearing grin. Giving a faint shake of his head, he ran his right hand along the top of his head, smoothing his perfectly styled raven hair back into place.

“That’s not what I’m askin’.”

“Then how do I come into this, exactly?”

“The news hasn’t hit the media yet. Anvil’s hosting a Veteran’s Charity Ball this Saturday night, and I’m gonna make the announcement then. That, pretty girl, is where you come into play. I’d like you to personally cover the story.”

Looking across your desk at Billy, you could see by the look on his face that he was serious about wanting you to cover the piece. A slight furrow nestled between your brows at the idea.

“Why me?”

Billy cocked his head to the side, a sparkle of mirth in his eyes and a sly smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.

“Why would I ask anyone else? You know me, you know the company-”

“Which is kind of conflict of interest-”

“I already cleared it with your editor. You bein’ under the protection of Anvil is classified through Homeland, and since we’re a private company like you mentioned, our records ain’t public. Besides, your editor seemed pretty confident you could write without bias. Look, I want you on this. I’ve read the work of some of the other journalists here, and I gotta tell ya, even if I didn’t know ya, I still woulda picked you.”

Hearing that Billy had already talked to Ellison about this was a surprise to you because Ellison hadn’t mentioned it at all to you. When had Billy talked to him about this? Why hadn’t Ellison told you? Perplexity shrouded your features as you looked over at Billy.

“Ellison didn’t say anything-”

“I asked him not to. I wanted to ask you first, in person. He gave it the green light, but ultimately, it’s up to you if you wanna do it.”

Being kept in the dark seemed to be a recurring theme in your life lately that you weren’t happy with, and it stirred up dull embers of irritation from your fight with Frank. A part of you didn’t want to do it purely out of immature spite, since Billy indirectly had a hand in creating the chasm currently deepening between you and Frank. But that wasn’t fair to Billy. You owed him your life as much as you did Frank and Dinah. Billy played a vital part in keeping you safe and protected from the Defenders of Freedom, and recording Steven’s confession ended up being the smoking gun in proving his involvement.

After a moment of silent contemplation, you let out a light exhale through your lips.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t get too excited, now. It’s only a fancy party with an extensive open bar and catering from all of the best restaurants in the city.”

Trying to fight the smile that threatened to escape across your lips, you looked over at Billy and arched one of your brows.

“Are you trying to bribe me to write you a good article, Mr. Russo?”

“Is it workin’?”

Billy’s mouth was stretched in a wide, wolfish grin, showcasing the top row of his dazzling pearly white teeth. His dark brows were raised slightly up his forehead, and he had that familiar devilish twinkle in his eyes. Giving a soft shake of your head with a dry laugh, you crossed your arms over your chest and relaxed back in your chair.

“What time?”

“Starts at seven, I’ll send a car for ya ‘round six-thirty.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can take a cab-”

“C’mon, you’re doin’ me a favor.”

“Hey, I never agreed to write a good article. I might make you look terrible, just for the fun of it.”

Returning your teasing smile with an amused grin, Billy chuckled with a shake of his head. As he stood up and fixed his maroon tie, he motioned towards your office door with his head.

“Alright, c’mon.”

Staring up at him with a puzzled expression, you let out a soft laugh while he buttoned the middle button of his suit jacket.

“What?”

“I’m takin’ your bratty ass to lunch. Maybe after some food you’ll be a bit nicer.”

Making a show of rolling your eyes in faux exasperation, you stood from your chair and locked your computer before closing your notebook.

“No promises.”

“Well in my experience, you’re more tolerable when you’re fed.”

“Keep talking. Your article is getting worse and worse.”

“I’m sure a few glasses of expensive champagne will fix that.”

Billy turned to take a step towards the door and then abruptly paused, turning back to look at you with another teasing grin.

“Oh, and do me another favor, would ya? See if you can get Frankie to drag his ass out and make an appearance. I think he’s forgotten how to use his phone.”

The mention of Frank’s name instantly tarnished the light hearted mood Billy’s banter had put you in. Letting out a dry scoff, you slipped your phone into your purse and pulled the straps over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t hold your breath. That job you and Madani have him working has not only turned him into a ghost, but also a complete dick. I’ll let you deal with him.”

Tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, you started to round your desk when you looked up and caught the expression on Billy’s face, and it made you stop in your tracks. His sharp features were suddenly void of their usual playful warmth, and there was no charming smirk etched onto his mouth. His lips were set in a firm line, outlining his chiseled jaw that was covered in a perfectly trimmed dark beard, and his dark brown eyes looked nearly obsidian. 

“The job with Madani?”

There was a faint serrated edge to his tone when he spoke, but you didn’t miss it. Billy’s stare was intense, and you realized he probably thought that you knew something you shouldn’t. Crossing your arms over your chest, you let an irritated exhale escape through your nose as your gaze drifted towards the window of your office.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t tell me anything. Not where he was going, not what he was doing, nothing. So whatever top secret thing you two have him doing, it’s still top secret, alright?”

There was a long pause of silence, and your annoyance started to fade into a feeling of perplexity when you looked back at him and saw a look in Billy’s eyes that you didn’t know how to read. There was a sudden coldness to him, and an emotion you couldn’t decode hidden in his steely gaze. The tense quietness in your office sent an uneasy shiver down your spine, but then it was like a switch was suddenly flipped, and Billy reverted back to the version of him you’re familiar with.

He plastered that charming smirk on his lips again, but you noticed this time, it wasn’t accompanied by the usual mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Trouble in paradise?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you dropped your gaze down to the floor for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

“I don’t like being lied to, or kept in the dark. I know your line of work is…complicated, I just…I thought Frank and I didn’t have any secrets between us.”

“Sometimes lyin’ and keepin’ somethin’ hidden is the only way to protect someone from the pain of the truth.”

Lifting your head, you met Billy’s intense gaze with an incredulous and inquisitive look.

“You really believe that?”

“Trust me, some secrets are better left buried, darlin’.”

»»———　　———««

The following evening when you came home from work, all you wanted was a long soak in a hot bath and an entire bottle of wine. The stress of the last two weeks wasn’t just taking a toll on you emotionally, it was also physically manifesting in your body. Closing the front door behind you, the lock sounded with a click when you twisted the oval knob, and you lazily tossed your keys onto the side table in the entryway before carelessly tossing your purse onto it as well. 

Coming around the corner into your living room, you nearly had a heart attack when you were suddenly met with the sight of a large figure sitting at your dining table, waiting in the dark. Clutching at your chest in panic and jumping nearly two feet in the air, your voice came out in a shrill shriek.

“Jesus Christ, Frank!”

Frank didn’t physically react to your outburst. He sat as still as a statue in one of the chairs, slightly hunched over with his thighs spread wide, his forearms resting just a few inches above his knees. A bit of dark stubble coated his cheeks and sharp jawline, and his grown out hair was a tousled mess of ebony waves resting against his forehead instead of being pushed back in their usual style.

The swift scare of Frank’s intrusion, his silent treatment, and the lingering resentment you’d been harboring for the past two weeks had you glaring at him.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

His deep brown eyes were fixated on you and his plump lips were set in a stubborn line. Frank’s rugged features were even more pronounced in his resting semi-permanent broody expression. Wordlessly, he lifted one of his large hands, showcasing a set of keys on a ring pinched between his thumb and index finger. One of which, belonged to your front door. 

After everything that had happened at your last place, you couldn’t stay there anymore. You’d quickly moved into a new place that happened to be closer to the Bulletin, and as far as you knew no one had died in it, and there weren’t lingering bullet holes under the paint. Frank had helped you move and set up your security system for you again. You’d forgotten that you’d given him a spare key so he could get in while you were at work.

When you crossed your arms over your chest in a defensive stance, Frank caught the pissed off look on your face, and when you opened your mouth to lash out at him, he quickly cut you off with his rough voice before you could get a word out.

“Said not to call. Didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout comin’ to see ya.”

The snippiness of his comment made you narrow your eyes in his direction. Clenching your jaw, you pursed your lips tightly as your face contorted into a portrait of annoyance. You were about to snap back at him when you noticed out of the corner of your eye that there was a packed bag sitting on the dining table next to him.

It was yours.

Eyes flickering between your bag and Frank, you stared at him in a mixture of irritation and confusion.

“What the hell is that for?”

“I gotta leave town for a bit. I told ya I’d make sure you were taken care of while I was gone, so you’re gonna stay with a friend of mine.”

“And you didn’t think to ask me if that was something I even wanted to do?”

“It ain’t up for discussion.”

Frank hadn’t been this cold towards you since the early days of when he was your bodyguard. For a moment your exasperation evaporated, wondering if things between the two of you were worse than you thought. Picking up on the slight change in your body language and facial expression, Frank let out a deep exhale through his large nose and slowly stood up from the chair.

“I can’t do what I need to do if I’m worryin’ ‘bout you bein’ alone here, alright? It’s just for a few days.”

“Frank, I’m not in any danger anymore. No one is actively trying to kill me. If you’re that worried about me being alone, Billy can stop by-”

“No.”

The aggressive tone of Frank’s voice and the roughness of his tone caught you off guard. Frank glanced away from you, his eyes darting around your living room for a few seconds before they finally returned to you. His left hand was tightly grasped in a fist, but on his right, his index and middle finger twitched. A sharp exhale escaped his large nose, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip quickly before he spoke again.

“Look you wanna be pissed at me, be pissed at me, but don’t put yourself at risk cause of it. Maybe you’re right, yeah? Maybe you ain’t a target no more. But I’d rather know you were safe than have to deal with the fact later on that I shoulda done more. I ain’t takin’ that risk again.”

It was like a light bulb went off in your head when he spoke that last sentence. In the midst of your own tangled mess of selfish feelings, you hadn’t once stopped to think about how Frank felt about all of this. A sinking feeling of remorse settled in your stomach hearing the frustration but also the lingering pain in his voice when he spoke. 

I ain’t takin’ that risk again.

He’d had his entire family ripped away from him in one single moment, right in front of his eyes, of course he was fucking paranoid. From your perspective, Steven was facing life in prison, and all the remaining members of the Defenders of Freedom were gonna rot with him, so you didn’t think you had anything to be worried about.

But Frank saw danger everywhere. He anticipated it. He planned for it. And that’s what he was doing right now. 

Frank was doing the exact same thing he’d been doing every single day since he met you: keeping you safe.

Letting out a deep sigh, you looked down at the floor for a moment to gather your irrational thoughts and rein in your impulsive emotions. When you raised your head, your eyes flickered from the packed bag sitting on your dining table back to Frank’s unrelenting stare. Running one of your hands stressfully through the roots of your hair, you made a faint gesture of throwing your hands up in concession.

“Alright, well if you’re not leaving me with Billy, I’m assuming you’re not taking me to Madani either. So, does Matt know I’m coming?”

Frank’s steely expression crumbled at the mention of Matt’s name. He pulled a face like you’d just asked a ridiculous question, a furrow of annoyance and confusion settling between his thick brows.

“You think I’d leave you with him?”

Letting out a dry scoff void of humor, you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and folded your arms across your chest.

“Just because he’s blind-”

“It ain’t got shit to do with him bein’ blind.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The problem is I don’t trust him to keep his fuckin’ hands to himself, and I ain’t lettin’ him pull that ‘poor blind orphan’ shit on you.”

A look of surprise crossed your face as your brows lifted slightly up your forehead, and it took every ounce of self control not to laugh or show any indication of amusement. Frank wouldn’t leave you in Matt’s care because he was worried he would…hit on you?

Letting out a grunt, Frank grabbed the handles of your bag in his left hand and swiped it off the table.

“He’s too preoccupied at night anyway.”

“Doing what, exactly?”

“Bein’ the goddamn Devil. C’mon.”

When Frank walked past you towards your front door, you turned around to watch him, narrowing your eyes in irritation.

“Can you at least tell me who you’ve employed to babysit me then?”

Frank paused at your front door, which he took up the entire frame of, and his head dropped between his shoulders for a moment. You could hear him audibly voice his frustration with your attitude when he let out another sharp exhale before turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“A friend of mine.”

“Yeah, you said that. A friend of yours, that you’ve never mentioned before. Do I have to have some kind of top secret security clearance for you to tell me their name?”

There was a scowl on Frank’s face as he glowered at you, turning around to face you fully. He dropped your bag on the floor with a light thud, scrunching up his face for a moment as he inhaled sharply through his large nose, cocking his head to the side.

“Christ. This what you wanna do right now, huh?”

Returning his glare with just as much vehemence, you let out a dry and humorless laugh as you gestured around loosely.

“No, Frank. This isn’t what I want-”

“Look you wanna keep bustin’ my goddamn balls, fine. But do it from the truck, yeah? You can antagonize me with your bullshit all you want while I drive, but we got somewhere to be.”

Clenching your jaw, your hands balled into frustrated fists at your sides. For a moment the two of you were locked in some kind of silent staring contest. You were so sick of every conversation with Frank lately turning into an argument that ended with the two of you at each other’s throats. You didn’t have the patience to combat his stubborn dedication to being a self righteous asshole. Gritting your teeth, you stormed forward and grabbed your own bag as you brushed past him out your front door, swearing under your breath.

“Dick.”

Frank pursed his full lips and nodded his head, turning around to follow you after forcefully shutting your front door behind himself.

“Yeah yeah, get in the goddamn truck.”

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[chaedomi]

Hellooo hope you are doing well, I am not quite sure if you are taking requests but if you are could you please write yandere Satan or Lucifer from obey me •-•.

𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ om

gn!reader x lucifer, satan (yandere / separate), implied violence, minor spoilers (?), unhealthy relationships. ꨄ — masterlist

QUITE THE interesting individual you were… There was kindness in you, to whoever treated you well and deserved it. Then there was a mean streak to you, quickly shutting up the offender with your bluntness and sharp tongue. There were times you were great company, people choosing to seek you out during their moments of loneliness. And of course, you had your annoying moments where people are filled with the urge to chuck you out the nearest window.  Sometimes you are like a ray of sunshine and open to everyone, and sometimes you were… emotionally constipated. There’s no doubt you would gain attention, some more than others.

LUCIFER

Really? Really? Is this what it’s going to be like now? Okay. It could be ANYONE else he could have chosen to view as a potential lover. Perhaps someone who held a noble status to their name, or someone powerful (to which you are)... But, NO, the person his heart decided to flutter for was you, the human who had him suffer quite many migraines on their first stay, the human that had spiked his anger into a violent bloodlust, the human who couldn’t stop prying into matters that didn’t concern them, the human that somehow turned minor inconveniences into life-threatening situations. As you can tell, LUCIFER was anything but pleased when he finally sorted out that odd feeling he had whenever he was near you.

Everyone saw it, whereas you experienced it, how passive-aggressive his actions became. He’s still pretty much the same, except for the fact that whenever he addresses you, there is a tone in his voice as though he’s accusing or blaming you for something. And you being you decided to talk to him about it, trying to search out a way to fix whatever offended him somehow… which deepened the warm feeling he harbored for you, and made him crankier. Even Diavolo and Barbatos had to tread carefully around him for a few days…

He eventually caved in to the feeling, accepting that yes, this is how it will be from now on. However, it’s not for the reason that you think it is, him getting frustrated of continuously avoiding the problem. There’s this bubbling rage that creeps up in his chest whenever you direct your gentleness to anyone other than him. Forbid that he catches you doing it to his brothers or even worse, Solomon.

Whatever Lucifer desires, he will get it. Those words of course also apply to you as well, bluntly stating it to you in another font on the night you made a pact with him. So, do as you want, scream, cry, or kick at him, he will not budge. He will even somehow find a way around the power of the pact, exploiting it and twisting it to his benefit. Lucifer understands your reaction, indeed no one will be happy in this situation, but do beware, he does not have the best patience. If you go too far, he will give you a reason as to why so many are petrified of his existence and inflict punishment. Hmm… your fault for capturing his attention like this.

SATAN

You had struck so many emotions in him that SATAN was on edge for a long while. He was akin to a ticking time bomb and became very unpredictable. Just the slightest things had him spewing fire from rage; he practically reverted to his former self, the violent and spiteful person that was first transported into Devildom. He couldn’t understand why he felt this way toward you… a more extreme emotion mixing with the fondness he already held for you. He’s studied it so many times, reading various books or whatever could help him cope with what he’s going through. But not one book provided him with a satisfactory answer, and it drove him crazy.

It took the assistance of Asmodeus, who took pity on how much of a mess he looked, and Leviathan who was able to link his behavior to a famous fictional character trait. Satan finally gets the answer to his problem, and he’s so amused. It would explain a lot, actually. There’s no surprise when word gets around that he has threatened the life out of someone for simply displeasing him. However, his rage for that will NEVER compare to the FURY he feels toward someone who even dares to approach and cross the boundaries he placed on you. He wants to be let loose and throw HELL on that person. He would have never thought that he valued you this much.

He’s very much aware that his tendencies are abnormal. But, he’s a demon, why should he entirely care about what’s wrong or not? Some part of you is very grateful that you are not fully exposed to his more demonic side. Far too many times than you’d like to count have you witnessed his rage and him giving into it, especially when it revolved around you. It will always send a shiver down your spine…

Nevertheless, even though Satan does not necessarily expose his anger to you, the way he begins to vibrate from the wrath coursing through his blood, or the way his veins pop out on his forehead when you try to take your stand is as equally as terrifying… Satan is usually patient with you, his anger fizzling out most times by your voice alone. But, on topics such as these when you disagree with what he does, he cannot help but extend a bit of his cruel nature to you. Eventually, you gave up and accepted your predicament. Lucifer was already bad in his own way, why the hell would you choose to test the waters with The Avatar of Wrath?

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[writerswho]

Fanfiction. Title: Of Shirts Shenanigans and Long Overdue Apologies. Word count: 1073. Ratings: Teen And Up Audiences. Relationship: Bakugou & Midoriya, Todoroki & Midoriya. Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply. Summary: It all started two months ago with a shirt. A simple shirt, with no details other than a phrase, like all the different items of clothing in Midoriya's wardrobe that don't have a hero printed on them. A white shirt with black sleeves in the style of the baseball shirts from the films Shouto used to watch as a child, with the words: “Yelling is NOT communication!” in large bold letters. Bakugou didn't take long to shred it. The following week he turned up with a shirt of his own saying: “Muttering IS NOT communication EITHER!” Links: ao3, tips! Commissions info here!

“Do you see what I see?” Iida asks quietly.

“I do,” Shouto replies in the same tone.

The two watch in amazement as Midoriya and Bakugou prepare Sunday lunch. It's a dormitory rule not to get in their way or the consequences could be drastic (like the time Uraraka distracted the green-haired one, and he accidentally put too much hot sauce in the regular lunch instead of the separate portion he was preparing for Bakugou and him). But such a feat was becoming extremely difficult as the weeks went by.

It all started two months ago with a shirt. A simple shirt, with no details other than a phrase, like all the different items of clothing in Midoriya's wardrobe that don't have a hero printed on them. A white shirt with black sleeves in the style of the baseball shirts from the films Shouto used to watch as a child, with the words: “Yelling is NOT communication!” in large bold letters. Bakugou didn't take long to shred it. The following week he turned up with a shirt of his own saying: “Muttering IS NOT communication EITHER!”

Since then, other shirts have appeared. Some were pretty daft, others no one frankly understood. Their latent hostility and animosity evolved into passive aggression, for which the school's reform funds and Cementoss-sensei were very grateful. The only comment Aizawa-sensei made was that if a pair of odd T-shirts made them stop breaking the rules by trying to smash each other's faces in the early hours of the morning, he wouldn't interfere.

Sunday T-shirts have become weekly T-shirts. Some days, they turn up in new shirts. On other days, they repeat a point that irritates them deeply. Shouto admits that he lent his father's credit card to Midoriya to buy most of his shirts and even placed an order for nineteen shirts similar to the first one that started it all for his whole class to wear when Bakugou is being particularly loud. Other students have other models with their complaints for other people. Kamimari, for example, spent a week wearing a shirt saying he was not an idiot. Jirou stopped calling him that on the first day. Mineta, on the other hand, was expelled from school when all the girls in his class along with the girls in class B staged a protest with several T-shirts on the front showing a drawing of all the places they had been touched by him without permission and on the back all the things he had said to them or near them (the teachers held an assembly afterwards to publicly apologise to the students for having allowed him in school for so long and talked about new policies which ended with thirty more students expelled or suspended). Shouto paid for all those T-shirts. And he did it for a reason beyond just spending his father's money. Personally, Shouto believes that his father's money has never been better spent.

When everyone decided to go to the shopping centre for the first time since the last fiasco where Shigaraki almost killed Midoriya (again), the whole gang decided to wear a shirt with the villain's face on it, where his name became known as “Shiggy, the Crispy”. Unfortunately, because Midoriya was with them and the real superpower of the class's ray of sunshine was to make use of Murphy's Law, they bumped into the villain again, who didn't like their shirts one bit. Dabi and Toga, on the other hand, asked where they could get one (Shouto said he was going to leave a shirt for each League member at the not-so-secret secret place Natsuo uses to exchange letters with Touya-nii).

All these shirts were funny. They were all jokes. They fight about the shirts sometimes, but it's nothing serious, nothing bad. Nothing lasts longer than the time it takes to cook a meal with the force of hatred. But the shirt Midoriya is wearing now is different. Because Bakugou is crying.

It's a simple shirt, like all the others. All it has is the outline of a swan. Nothing else. Just a swan. And Bakugou is crying.

Midoriya is hugging him, apologising. Saying that this, that the shirt has nothing to do with it. Shouto doesn't know what it is, but this makes Bakugou cry all the more. Because Midoriya doesn't seem to have noticed something absurdly important to both of them, something so monumentally significant that the blond is bursting into tears. Sobbing and choking and begging for forgiveness. Shouto doesn't know what to do. Midoriya and he are friends, and the green one knows everything he needs to know about him from the first moment Shouto dumped all his trauma on him. But Midoriya is different, he keeps his problems to himself. He keeps everything to himself until the last moment, and he only opens up when there is no other option because, as Shouto has come to realise, Izuku thinks that everything about him is a burden and the less he can do to be a burden, the better (or worse in most cases). But now Bakugou of all people is hugging the most joyful and merry boy in the class, the same he tried to attack on the first day of school and almost killed on the second day, the one he spent the last school year antagonising and the last few months in a silent battle with personalised shirts, and he's apologising as if his life depended on it.

And the most terrifying part of it all is that Midoriya isn't crying. Midoriya Izuku, the boy who cries about everything, isn't shedding a tear while Bakugou's face is filled with tears, drool and snot.

Midoriya is smiling. It's not an evil or smug smile or something to gloat over the situation. It's the smile of someone who has been surprised. The smile of someone who has received something they never thought they would. The smile of someone who has spent years coming to terms with something that shouldn't have happened, but is now seeing its almost happy ending. Midoriya's smile is the smile that Shouto imagines having on the day that Endeavor finally gets what he deserves and he and his family can live in peace.

Shouto doesn't know what Bakugou has done and won't ask. If Midoriya ever wants to talk about it, he will. But he is happy that his friend has received an apology.

[luimagines]

After seeing another anon say what they would do if they were the human in the Chain, I want to add what I would do.

I would be so passive aggressive about befriending them. Like, 'oh, Four, you like blacksmithing, but you hate humans? Watch me learn everything about blacksmithing within a week, and now if you want to learn human techniques for it, you have to get over yourself and talk to me. Or are you going to let this opportunity pass?' Purely because I possess the spite and the ability to learn everything about a topic just for this. I'd just sit there, letting them see all the opportunities they're missing out on. I'd probably be too socially anxious to say anything out loud, so I'd just lurk in a corner until I am finally approached.

I'm boutta make it genuinely impossible to hate on me by being a slightly aggressive ray of sunshine. Twilight has no problems with humans, but even if he did, he'd still be the easiest for me to switch to the 'humans good' side purely because of the amount of interests I naturally share, like horse-riding and wrestling. I'd probably wrestle most of the Chain actually, and I might have some chance of winning as a martial artist and if humans are stronger.

I think I would keep my martial arts a secret though, just so one day I can go 'if I win in a wrestling match, you have to stop being speciesist' and actually win, because I feel like I could pull a bet like that off.

pfft- XD

Being socially anxious and petty is one interesting combo. On the outside, I don't think it would help the rumors much because anxiety kinda makes people look sketchy by default, which is unfortunate. So I think the chain would be more incline to keep their distance while you'd fume in the background.

An aggressive ray of sunshine would be a perfect counterpoint though. It would be kinda hard for them to think much about a potential wall being pull over their eyes if you'd get along with Twilight so well.

They would probably used the excuse that Twilight is used to human anyway- but it wouldn't take long for someone to think that only gives you more credit.

Twilight works/lives/interacts with humans daily. He'd know what to look for if you were being actually sketchy.

And since you get along well enough to wrestle and joke around, you can't be all that bad.

[helaelaemond]

Maybe a Headcannon is Billy having a Chubby Girlfriend (I’m a chubby girl.) maybe she’s the golden retriever kind of girlfriend who got in a relationship with Billy who despite being seen as a loser is treated and given a lot of attention by his girlfriend….what if someone makes his girl cry which he’s never seen his happy go lucky girlfriend do and it…reveals how much she actually means to him…being protective of his girlfriend not caring what anyone thinks of her or him anymore.

You know what my love I actually have Billy x chubby/plus size gf!reader on my drafts list because tall and lanky bf x shorter chubby gf is an elite combo!!!!!

Billy meeting her family for the first time and her unpleasant aunt is there, the aunt that always finds ways to needle her and she makes comments that aren’t quite rude enough to call out, but are laced with horridness. But of course! It’s a family event so they can’t say anything in case it disturbs the peace! So when a particularly set of comments land hard on reader, she excuses herself to the kitchen, frustrated and hurt that no one stood up for her.

And then Billy comes in, disconcerted by the passive aggression he’s seeing in her family that he’s never seen in her, and she’s crying and she tries to stop and smile when he comes in, because she can’t cry! She’s happy, she’s cheerful, she’s a ray of sunshine, she’s not allowed to cry-!

And he goes to her and wraps her up in a tight hug, his arms under hers so hers are around his neck, and he just murmurs “we’re leaving” and it’s such a relief because it means he understands, he sees what happened and he sees how she’s hurt and he wants to save her. And when they leave, he’s polite but very quiet, and on the way home he keeps his fingers laced through hers to remind her she’s always safe with him.

[obsessedwithceleste]

hello! how are you? i hope youre doing well! i would like to request a slytherin boys pairing, please <3

short desc: i’m a hufflepuff! i like to describe myself as someone who’s pretty artistic and optimistic. i’m a bit shy when you first meet me, but once i grow more comfortable around someone, i show more of my cheerful side. i’ve been described my friends as someone very warm and easy-going, they say that every time they meet me they seem at bit more light hearted. i don’t really worry about much of what happens in the future, most of my focus happens on what’s on the present. i genuinely just want to make something out of my life, make it interesting and all while staying happy and content with what i have. i just want to be a friend that you can approach and feel comfortable around in, and i hope that’s what i seem so. ahh, and if it helps, my music taste is alternative indie! artists like vansire (esp ‘the latter teens’), cavetown, rex orange county, and wave to earth! but i also enjoy hozier ^^

if u need a physical desc: i have tan skin with a warm undertone, short brown hair (styled in a wolfcut!) and brown eyes, glasses, and i stand around 5’0!

i think that’s all, thank you! please take your time with my request, and take care of yourself always <3

You seem like the cutest, bubbliest, little ray of sunshine and I love you for it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy (hear me out okay)

Draco is an arrogant prick. We all know that. Prideful, cocky, belligerent. He thinks he’s god’s gift to the world.

And yet he’s widely disliked amongst his peers. And he hates it. So begins his very one sided war against you. You live in this boy’s mind rent free fr.

Everyone loves you. The warm, kind, friendly Hufflepuff who is everything he’s not. You have an aura about you that simply can’t be bought. Yeah. You’re public enemy number 1 on Draco’s list.

He hates everything about you. Your stupid smile, the stupid way you always wave at him cheerfully when you pass him in the halls, and the stupid way you make his heart race when he looks at you too long. You’re the worst.

It all comes to a head one fateful day when you’re paired together for potions. Draco is ready to wipe the floor with you. Potions is his best subject after all. He does everything he can to try and ruffle your feathers. Being his usual arrogant self times ten.

You’re completely unbothered however. Navigating his blatant hostility with ease. Your good nature leaves him utterly baffled. So baffled in fact, that he completely botches your potion, landing you both with a week’s worth of detentions.

Not gonna lie. It’s rough at first. Lots of sneering and passive aggressive comments. But once he realizes it’s not getting him anywhere, he lets up. It’s about half way through that you both really talk for the first time. Something about you just makes people want to open up apparently.

He’s completely mesmerized and enthralled by your outlook on life. Making something out of life isn’t something that ever crossed his mind as everything was always laid out for him. He thinks it’s silly at first, but you seem so genuine. He can’t remember a time when he was ever that genuinely happy and care-free. He wants that.

After that, he just keeps coming back for more, just so content to bask in the warm energy that you seemed to radiate. He finds you so easy to open up to as well, finding himself spilling some of his favorite child hood memories, and some of the more embarassing ones. Something about your laugh made him want to listen to it forever.

After detention is over, he’s afraid that things will go back to how they were, with just a passing smile here and there, but he’s delighted when you still seem to seek him out.

The first time he asks you to accompany him to Hogsmeade he’s absolutely terrified. If you’d said no, he probably would have had to fake his death and start attending Durmstrang. But you say yes. Your trips to Hogsmeade quickly become a standing appointment, and even your friends begin to warm up to the platinum haired boy.

It’s slow going, but Draco begins to soften. So much so that some say that he’s unrecognizable from the spoiled brat that stepped off the train at the beginning of the school year. But you know he’s still witty and snarky as ever.

When he finally works up the courage to ask you out, he pulls out all the stops. He is a Malfoy after all. It’s big, and grand, and romantic. And Draco of course is the perfect gentleman.

Draco 10000% worships you and the ground you walk on. It might have taken a bit, but once he learns to love someone other than himself, he loves fully and completely.

Totally loves showing you off- not because he sees you as property, but because he's just so giddy that you picked him of all people. He's fully aware that you can't be bought and that just makes it all the more amazing to him because you're still his.

He’s very much a gift giver, and finds pride in being able to spoil you rotten. We're talking weekly bouquets showing up on your bedside table. Rare books on niche topics that you mentioned once in passing. And Draco's personal favorite, matching lockets engraved with your initials, so the world knows who you belong to.

He also loves to tell you how much he truly adores you (especially behind closed doors wink wink) everything he wishes someone said to him he makes sure you hear so that you know how much you mean to him, and how much he loves you.

[risingsouls]

What's all this with the rpc making you a villain?

[I should first preface this with the fact that it isn't the DB RPC. In fact, the Dragonball RPC, save for a few times, has always been chill and a really great place to hang out. There are some really cool and creative people here, and I'm so grateful for them. They're also very chill and, for the most part, can recognize the difference between a harmless opinion about a character in a series, the difference between IC and OOC thoughts and behaviors, and actual, harmful "vague blogging" and toxic behavior.

The rest under the cut because I sort went overboard.

That said, that's basically what I've been dealing with for months in another RPC (which I'm sure plenty of you know which it is if you know my blog count). In short, I've been lectured and turned into a monster by a very clique-ish RPC seemingly for my character not always being sunshine and rainbows and for both of us having opinions that go against the grain of the rest of them. It seems that since a mun did not like the way my character interacted with theirs--this was all IC I want to let you know--they've spread a whole bunch of lies about me being a bully and toxic to the rest of the RPC, which is small and, according to someone who decided to lecture me, "everyone" in this RPC are friends and they all talk (first telling me plainly you're not part of the "in" group so you can't "misbehave" like their friend did with ACTUAL vague blogging in this particular scenario as well as confirming the very clique-ish nature of the RPC). Through this is how THEY heard about how "terrible" I am and told me they didn't want to RP with me. Which you know, on it's face, whatever. That part wasn't the issue and I'm sure you can see what was.

So, since then, it's been a constant fight against people, anonymously or not, coming at me over literal nothing posts. Telling me I shouldn't "vague blog", passive aggressively telling me that there is an X character blog in the RPC and that mine or my character's "harsh" opinion might hurt their feelings. For then and perpetually having to defend myself and explain my POV, that my character isn't a ray of sunshine, that IC =/= OOC. Just to be told I was the one being aggressive and rude and a horrible person for doing nothing wrong from the jump. For making a nothing post about, in this most recent case, the portrayal of a character IN A CANON(ish) SOURCE (it's a side game that technically isn't part of the canon, for reference). Nothing about how someone played them. Nothing about any particular mun. Literally just IC commentary from my character and a short, fair critique of the depiction of this character in this particular source material. Oh, and then it was a lecture about doing it "publicly" (the conversation was in replies where the person STARTED IT I should add), so...you know.

And that's not mentioning the blatant double standard there seems to be when I have friends that post similar stuff and never hear a peep from anyone about it. They're not blocked by basically everyone. They're not getting messages or replies to their posts with people clutching their pearls and lecturing about RP decorum.

I've been basically blocked by at least half of that RPC, a ton of them people I've never even interacted with, so I can't help but feel some type of way about what might be being said about me behind closed doors. I'm not even sure if the story I told you above is where this started. I did make a mistake that I owned up to years ago when I lost my temper, so I'm not sure if that ordeal got me a bad rep or if it's just all this recent garbage that people have flung at me for just...running my stupid blog. For my character being rougher around the edges and for both of us being outspoken and opinionated. Like I understand I won't be everyone's cup of tea. That's fine. But as I've said...I can't help but feel this is a targeted effort. That this is a group of people poisoning my name and putting me on an RPC wide DNI list.

This probably sounds like me playing the victim, but I really don't understand why it's happening. At all. Everyone I've talked to that knows the situation are as stumped as me. I just really don't get it, and there's nothing I can do about it. I guess I just have to accept my role of the resident monster and just RP with the people who give me a chance and who know me already.]

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

oh crud guys guess what. guess what you're gonna love (hate) this. I'm an absolute idiot, a complete failure, a-

Narnia Au:

Okay. This hit me at 6:43 in the morning. So.

(Skip to the last paragraph if you want an actually okay-ish explanation.)

Y/N is a classic FazCo employee working for a pay too good to pass up to keep yourself afloat in the ruthless capitalistic society you live in. You’re fairly new, just moved into the area, actually. You’ll go to work, suffer, then go home and unpack for a little bit. The animatronics at your workplace are fairly unfamiliar with you and you don’t have any family or friends here, so you’re pretty lonely. You get hired as an odd-job person, with the additional part of hanging out with our best buddies, the Daycare Attendant, who is….somewhat passive aggressive with you. You’re not on the worst terms, but it could definitely be less cold. The frigid tension is especially noticed when Moon comes into play and, while he doesn’t have the virus and doesn’t chase you around, is an absolute asshole. So, our y/n comes home feeling like shit and plops onto the floor to start unpacking boxes. The new house (which they got REALLY cheap for such a big complex, by the way) is pretty much empty, all except for this big dusty wardrobe, which you’re pretty sure is ancient. You decide to check it out (cuz who knows, maybe you can sell it and make a shit ton of money) and are overcome with the smell of old musty jackets and mothballs. Turns out the people who left it left all their stuff in it, too. You start pulling stuff out to take stock of what’s left behind, only to find more and more things as you go deeper through. Just when you’ve finally pulled the last jacket off the last hook, a cold breeze hits you. And hey, you may not know too much about furniture, but you’re pretty sure that wardrobes don’t have their own weather systems. 

You follow the snowflakes drafting in and end up falling a good couple feet, dusting the snow off yourself and ignoring the cold in favor of taking stock of where the hell you are. Your surroundings are a very useless indicator. Evergreens tower over you left and right, leaving a small clearing with a dimly lit lamppost illuminating the powdery white sheets covering the ground. And, a little ways away from you, a tall man with a black umbrella, nearly as tall as the iron pole he stands beside. There’s something about him that you just can’t place.  

 So, you decide to approach the strange man and ask for directions, only to find that this man is not a man at all. Instead, you’re greeted by someone entirely nonhuman. Half goat below the waist and a scarf wrapped around a thin neck that holds up an all-too familiar sunshine face. Except, it doesn’t look like the one you’re used to. It’s a paler yellow, thin scratches stretching across the span of his face. A cloud of melancholy and defeat hangs over him as he picks at the worn-down, faded red gloves adorning his hands. After a moment of silent respect for whatever trials you feel he has faced, you introduce yourself. Half-retracted rays immediately straighten at the new voice, and he speaks to you enthusiastically, engaging in pleasantries before inviting you back to his place. You know they should decline (stranger danger guys), but…you are lost, and it is cold out, so much so that you hardly comment on the tension in his shoulders or the nervous edge to his tone, or how his hand shakes ever so slightly when you mention home. You follow him through the trees, unaware of the wind erasing the tracks behind you in the snow. 

Essentially, Sun is Mr. Tumnus and you’re all the kids in one. Sun has to constantly resist the urge in his head to take you to the Wicked Witch (Afton). The Beavers are our good ol buddies from the GlamRock crew, with the exception of Freddy, who’s (mmaybe?) Aslan. All the frozen statues that Afton’s collected in his hella creepy manor? Yeah, that’s every single kid we’ve lost to the FNAF games probably. And of course, Afton’s got his crew to sniff out those harboring lost little children. Vanny’s his main guard in that sense (Vanessa used to live in the house a long time ago, she came to the wardrobe and went through some…interesting events leading up to this), along with our dear friend Mr. Moon, who has the virus to…some extent. Not sure if I wanna combine them or have them as two separate entities here. Moon’ll probably end up switching sides, though he may be punished for it…

[immortaltale]

got bored... feel free to disagree. detailed explanations that no one asked for below the cut ok awesome.

for trust i think it's a given thet they would trust and know each other well after facing each other for years. for jealousy i don't particularly see either as the jealous type but pep is probably a bit more toxic so his is higher. for horniness i think pep is a freak and also he's the one who has talked about sex twice in pressers so i have to put him that high. also klopp is old. for clinginess pep is always the one hanging onto klopp so

for "how it happens" i've detailed this a bit before here. for relationship attitude it is quite clear that they are disgustingly attached to one another in public. no particular reasoning for placement on the dedicated/casual axis other than i want them to be there

i am deadset on klopp first to confess and pep first to kiss which is also outlined in the post linked above. and i think klopp would be first to apologize since he probably calms down faster. pep initiates contact more (like he does quite often). don't really care about spoiling but it seems more of a klopp thing to do. i think they both wake up pretty early but pep earlier. i feel like klopp would be useless at cooking and housework (he only learned to use a dishwasher during lockdown??) so yeah. and klopp does the talking for obvious reasons. popularity really depends on what metrics you're going by (klopp for personality, pep for manager) or what club you're a fan of lmao. designated driver is a bit tough since they'd both drink but one time klopp said he drank so much he threw up all over the floor which i can't see pep doing so there's that. caregiver and overprotective again just give off klopp vibes a bit. pep is obviously the planner and for the last one... yeah not sure i can picture it in my head both ways? it doesnt really matter to me

i like klopp big spoon and pep little spoon and i think it works with their height difference as well. like i said for early bird i think pep wakes up earlier. pep seems like a bit of a neat freak while klopp seems like the type to not care (tbh just look at their daily outfit choices). for the bug one i somehow feel that pep wouldn't like bugs that much. for lending/borrowing clothes i know i just talked about their outfit differences but i think pep would mischievously steal some of klopp's larger sized clothes (though maybe not the ones with lfc on). for romantic vs casual i took this as to mean traditionally romantic which pep seems quite into. he wants to go on dinner dates drinking wine ffs whereas i think klopp doesn't really care about that stuff but'll do it if it makes pep happy. klopp decisive because he doesn't overthink and pep indecisive because he overthinks. takes hints vs clueless is a bit contentious and possibly controversial but i think pep would be good at reading klopp (tbh it's not hard) whereas klopp has friendly/close relations with a lot of people so he might be more prone to overlooking certain actions. i put them both leaning towards playful although tbh they're both depending on the occasion. they can be giggly and flirty but also serious. klopp is very straightforward and wouldn't like to mince words while pep seems like he has more passive aggressive tendencies. i think they're both confident with klopp caring less about what others think of him. ray of sunshine would be more klopp and his "beautiful smile" because that phrase does not describe pep at all. i think pep would be more realistic because he'd lean more into facts and klopp would be more idealistic because he'd lean more into feelings. turning from doubters into believers ya know. they're both independent and would hate to be bothered by people they don't know. pep is tense because he overthinks and is constantly stressed whereas klopp doesn't super seem to care. and the head and heart difference i think should be obvious

[wotcherangie]

Thank you for all your posts and arts and gifs about Ryou and Lettuce! I've loved them too, ever since I was a little girl, and I love RyouLettuce, even more now! I didn't expect so many people to be so mean and passive-aggressive in comments and asks every time anyone mentions such a cute little ship... but thanks to you, I still manage to have fun in the fandom and keep happily shipping my OTP despite that! You're like a ray of sunshine, truly!

Thanks to you dear anon, comments like this are just like a big warm hug!

I am really SO GLAD that I am able to make someone smile, or feel better just with tiny things like this and just doing what I love - it has always been one of my fav thing about art or creating, the fact that it can makes someone happy.

Also... I am doing this for myself too, cause I just want to enjoy the show and that part of my childhood that made me so happy back in the days and that is helping me now too, finding the inspiration to continue drawing and pursuing my dream.

So the fact that this is also making someone else - and not just me - happy, is the best outcome I could ask for.

Also yeah, I totally understand you: growing up I saw so much hate towards this ship, internet was just born basically but even then people could been so mean... and with no reason at all.

I was just happy so see a fanart, read a fanfic, share my own art or see an fanvideo... but that passive-aggressive feeling towards my fav character and ship was already there. I really cannot understand, even now, WHY people feel entitled to go to someone and ruin their happiness or their little moments of joy.

Let people ENJOY things, and, in this case in particular, let people enjoy something so pure, and beautiful and full of hope. Why bothering so much hating on something so innocent and that so many people cares about?

The silver lining of all this is that so many people have told me the exact same thing about this: how much they loved this ship growing up and how they believed they were the only one truly caring about it, when the reality is that we are a lot, and from my personal experience, we are very unite, passionate and creative about it, so many great people.

So, really, I am so happy you feel good about it, that this ship is something that brings you joy and I am even more glad to be part of that.

We can help eachother everyday, both in real life and on internet, even with the smallest act of kindness. Less drama and more fun! :3

have a good day anon, feel free to have a chat about it anytime!

[cartooncadet666]

Steven Universe: Skeebo Lapis Fusions

Okay so.. Skeebo is going to mostly be a Lapis under Blue Diamond (Stratos), however, this rebellious Lapis prefers chilling with the Yellow Diamond empire (Betrayus's side). Yet, when it comes to Skeebo's fusions with some of the next gen Crystal Gems, there was always something inside of him that makes the fusions act and look gorgeous. So without further ado, here's some explanations on the fusions that Skeebo creates, along with hidden details and revealing what gems this group is.

Starting off with a more peaceful yet temper-based fusion, (for now this is what I could come up with) Mint Beryl. Mint Beryl is the fusion of Lapis and Yellow Beryl (again for now), who is Skeebo and Pac. Mint Beryl is a calm, collected, but very badly tempered gem fusion, oftentimes they would be a literal ray of sunshine before turning into a bad thunderstorm. They are one of the sweetest fusions ever, because of Pac's positive attitude, Mint Beryl always provides hope to the group while engaging in any necessary combat, while Skeebo makes Mint Beryl go serious in tough situations, giving this fusion most of the strength. Truly an interesting fusion indeed.

Next up is a more 'only for emergencies' type of fusion: Kunzite. Kunzite is a fusion between a Morganite and a Lapis, also known as Cylindria and Skeebo. After the tragic break-up between two gems, Kunzite is a more stern -and pretty cold- fusion, however they are a truly gorgeous fusion as well. While Kunzite would protect their friends, they wouldn't hesitate to kick some ass once in a while, they sort of have a personality similar to Garnet except a bit more rude. The only way for Kunzite to heal properly is if Skeebs and Cyli stop being so harsh with each other, but that probably won't happen since one moved on so quickly and the other is left feeling dumped for no reason.

Ahhhh.. Yes.. The most iconic fusion out of these gems: Lolite. Lolite has some background, they were actually fighting Prehnite (Dr. B and Sir C fusion) so he could calm down, not only that, but Steven made a little 'song show' and Lolite did perform, singing Kid LAROI's catchy song 'Love Again'. But who is Lolite you may ask? Well, if you take a look at the Ruby Spiral and the Lapis Skeebo, you would probably see what's going on. Lolite is a sassy yet fun fusion, sort of like that gay best friend energy, they would do anything for anyone because of being so passive-aggressive and they can really kick butts. But if you ever need a shoulder to cry on, Lolite would be there for you, just make sure you watch what you say because he can get defensive fast.

Next up is a fusion based on care and love between two gems, literally a sweetheart (still figuring this out but oh well): Turquoise. This lovely fusion has a personality between 'soft baby boy' and 'semi-asshole', the sweet Peridot Chako and the anger issued Lapis Skeebo fused when they were having a wholesome moment together, their fusion is fully based on affection! They try keeping the peace between gems but will resort to violence if it's a situation getting out of hand. They won't care what type of gem you are or what Diamond you're under, they think, well that's Skeebo's trait, that all gems should be respected equally, meanwhile Chako is what makes Turquoise a lovable fusion, by just being nerdy and cute and letting Skeebs get sassy sometimes.

And last but not least, the fusion that shows love and compassion between others since both gems agree that there should be unity and that sorrow isn't always a bad thing to go through: Purple Tanzanite. This lovely and beautiful version of Tanzanite takes place with Sherri the Pink Sapphire and of course Lapis Skeebo. They show a lot of a mother-like personality, often being gentle and sympathetic with gems but pretty strict when something goes wrong, yet they try to be as sweet as they can to not scare any gems. Because of Sherri being a sweet and caring character, and with Skeebo being sort of angsty, it gives off those mother-like traits, not only that but they both long for a sense of harmony between gems, thus making them one of the most graceful and precious fusions when it comes to Skeebo fusing with these guys.

[lollobumy]

INFO ON ROTTMNT X RE VILLAGE AU BABY!

Or a.k.a; I don't know what name it should be I'm open for ideias but ATM is Rise of the Village

Because it is creative/S

Soo... I'm getting close to finish the Design of the lords. And speaking of the lords I'm going to just drop lore about each Turtle.

Special reminder that in this au the turtles sadly didn't enjoy their teenage years very well, specially since they are Lord's since a young age. They're 22 Y.O+ and still have their habits and personalities of the show. Coping with jokes and always picking up with each other (But They're not "Childish" ok? Just to explain cause I am a mess)

Personality explained, is mostly the canon description of them :'D sorry!;

Mikey: Goofy, he's pretty much the most positive of them all most of the time, he have his Dr. delicate touch and Dr. feelings. They get easily exited over the village nature and its people. She is just really a Ray of sunshine that actually can kill you.

Raph: Huge teddy bear. Pretty caring for his brother and Villagers. But he have problems trusting some people in the village, a clan to highlight. He's always kind and to stay fair with everyone. Rarely he snaps on pure anger but he mostly apologize. He's impulsive (Not much as Leo but yeah) and is steadfast with his decisions (Unless someone purple coded decides to debate about it)

Leo: Sassy lord, most laid-back of them, but also the most strategic of all of his brothers. Always watch the caos of entertainment before acting up (Before someone gets hurt) biggest liar that don't get caught easily. Since in his world: "I have the fancier house." He brags about it ALOT, being annoying on prupose. Still have self worth problem that reflect into a coping of confidence (That evolves to arrogance in times).

Donnie: Bad boy persona, Reckless about their own safety when it comes to his tech test(He RARELY Test it alone, he have brothers to that after all-) so when it goes wrong they resolve it alone and no need to ask for help- extravagant and a drama queen as much as canon Donnie. Dude is the Passive-Agressive legend when it comes to tell out about things he denies and argument with his brothers. He's full of pride and crazy scientist/inventor energy.

Bonus:

April: Brave and adventurous, She always explore her investigation to the end, and will lift every rock for information. Approach others on an aggressive way without even noticing. She have a heart of gold and when is needed she will be Sassy when needed to just not drop hands already.

Later on i will make a silly: Favourite sib (April included she going to enter the Lord clan fastly cause bitch got game and now is the big sister of 4 turtles 2x her size and will beat other up if you fuck others up)

[cornfields-td-nonsense]

i get what ppl mean when they say the men in tdn r catty as hell but also they have Nicolas and hes the silliest billiest sooooo

true. very true. Nicolas and Rod are the two rays of sunshine amidst the passive aggressive dumpster fire that is the dynamic between the TDN men.

[petitprincess1]

wouldn't mind seeing your swap moon and sun hcs

The post got barely any notes, but screw it. Like I said, imma have fun with it. I will say that keep in mind that I have not played the game myself, just seen bits of walk-throughs and going with what I've read in fanfics. Here we go:

Sun is still his cheerful and adorable self, but he uses that to his advantage. Who would think twice that this ray of sunshine would do any harm to kids? Plus, the fact that he has easy access to identifying and knowing the children's parents, he knows which kids would be the more trusting due to negligent parenting.

For those that get left behind longer, Sun will get them to play a few games with him to keep their trust. After he tires them out, he'll give them sundrops (actually moondrops, but wrapped in the sun-themed paper) and end up carrying them off to Vanessa. If they end up asking questions or don't drift off, Sun will tell them everything is okay. After all, lying is against the rules in the Daycare.

While he is energetic and playful, he isn't afraid to show when his "battery" has drained. Sometimes this'll lead him to be cruelly sarcastic with the children...but some don't care because they're kids.

Child: Sunny, can you help me do my homework? Sundrop: Oh, boy howdy, would I!! You know what? Why don't I just do it for you? It's not like I have several other sniveling kids to look after! Child: Sundrop, doing the kid's homework: *grumpy grumbles*

Sun is still an aggressive neat freak, but will have the children help out, if necessary. Either that or he'll hide it for Moon to clean up. (The latter is a little harder to do, since he's going against his programming.)

Sun takes out his passive-aggressive behavior on the security guards and/or assistants that help out. Sometimes even freaks them out about infinitely fragile they are compared to him.

He doesn't fight when it comes to switching places with Moon. If anything, he enjoys the relief, especially since he's been trying to fight against the virus.

Moondrop is much more soft-spoken than how he is in canon and very down-to-earth with the children. It's rare to ever see him not down at their level to help them feel more comfortable.

If a child is afraid of the dark, he can make the stars on his outfit glow like little nightlights. Sometimes he'll even "nap" along with them, showing that there is nothing to be afraid of.

He's still incredibly protective and will use the suspension cable to scare away intruders because of a "flying" robot. However, he will restrain them more than actually harm them. Moon has seen enough...harm.

While Moon is happy that the virus has calmed with Sun, he is a little worried to leave him unattended. So, he tends to play as Sun's conscious more than half of the time. Luckily, he mainly has to intervene when it comes to adults rather than children.

Also, even tho the kids went missing on Sun's watch, the faculty still assumed it was Moon's fault. Even when Sun placed a child on timeout in a closet for several hours, they still blamed it on Moon. So, the light generators are still in use, leaving Moon very little time to be out.

Moondrop also has slight resentment toward Sun, due to being accused.

The two have a somewhat strained relationship with each other since the incident. They try to work on it, however. Moon even gives Sun words of encouragement and praise when he fights against the virus.

Plus, Sun needs Moon to keep his mind off of aiding Vanessa. He tends to figuratively and literally shut down whenever he is reminded of it. Although, Sun will eventually shake it off and pretend that it hardly bothers him.

Moon is also disturbed by Sun at times.

Sun, speaking internally: ...You know...any moment we could just squish that security guard's head like a grape, right? Moon: Sun: I mean, it would be so easy. A quick scream and- pbbbt -gone. Moon: Sun: Don't you find that funn- Moon: Sunny, I will make us go to Parts and Services so fast, if you don't shut up. Sun, mumbling: Party-pooper...

[itsclydebitches]

Look, I don’t know what it’ll be yet, but I woke up this morning with an intense need to write an OFMD Steddy Hands fake dating AU. Maybe Mary really needs Stede to come home for some reason, so in an effort to distract from how that’s definitely dead Stede Bonnet in a wig, he brings his two husbands along as proof of his totally unique identity. Maybe they come across another fancy boat gala that only accepts couples and guess what, we’re in the mood for another passive aggressive fuckery and we need your help, Izzy! Maybe Spanish Jackie rolls up to The Revenge one morning and is like, “For totally non-contrived reasons I’m in need of three more husbands and considering Jim helped kill two of them, I’m borrowing your Captains and First Mate. You’ll get them back in one piece. Probably.”

All I know is that I need the pre-confession pining, the awkwardness, the class cultural misunderstandings, the sheer hilarity of two soulmates and two Loathe At First Sight adversaries with a dash of Izzy’s hate crush trying to manage whatever their mission is over jumping and/or stabbing the other. A scene where Ed is like, “Why yes, that literal ray of sunshine is indeed my husband, thank you for noticing! Oh god, oh fuck, I wish ╥﹏╥  Oh, the feral one in the corner trying to stab the canapés? Yes, also my husband. Haha yes, it is an interesting arrangement, but you know what they say about us accountants!”