#without shipping ofc

[writer-of-sunflowers]

Sometimes I look at a certain character I know who has a Canon age and I say "no"

Like... Think about any anime. YOU CAN'T TELL ME THEY'RE ALL 16 WHEN THEY'RE TALLER THAN ME (I'm 19)

I was talking about this with a friend, because I told her in my head Rui Kamishiro from Project Sekai was 18.

"And Akito?" she asked

19.

"Why 19?"

Because people tell me I'm IRL Akito and Rui and I can't see them as minors anymore. They're my age now. I kin them so much they kin my age now.

[applecherry108]

A surreal realization, for sure…

[hiddenmoonbeam]

Thinking about teenage Sirius, wickedly smart with top grades, a rich heir to an old pureblood house, tall and handsome and haugty, drawing many admiring and envious looks that he appears to be above acknowledging. Popular, yet sticks to his small and close circle of friends, not really allowing anyone else close.

But even with them he's guarded about his own physical space; the old uncease is hard to shake, and it twists the want into knots. No matter how much he craves this intimicy, he struggles to accept it when it's given, and initiating it himself is even more difficult.

Padfoot makes everything simple, though. And so Sirius starts turning into him whenever he needs to be close - because asking for cuddles is so much easier for the dog than it is for the boy.

[waltzing-rats]

Ok so for the past months my brain has been screaming nothing but Demon Slayer so i scrounged up this poster of basically an ‘Everybody lives and theyre all happy’ au. Redesigning them was honestly such a pain but still fun 😭

[bastardlybonkers]

like hes literally fine whats your problem

[antiadvil]

When I get home I need to put all the weekly ship stats for the year into a spreadsheet or something bc even though we’ve never hit number one we’ve been consistently on the list since April and a lot of the ships that have been beating us have been much more seasonal 👀

[laundrybiscuits]

Note: this is not a Stancy story.

“Say it,” he bites out. He’s pushing too hard, being too mean, and he doesn’t fucking care. “Say you love me.”

Nancy’s eyes slide off to the side and she—she laughs, like he’s making a joke, but he can see in the way she’s got her arms wrapped around herself that they both know it’s not a joke.

“Steve, come on,” she says.

There’s a hot, buzzing feeling in him like a hurricane.

The words peel out of him: “But…we’re soulmates.”

He’s gripping his forearm, holding it out in front of him even though he’s wearing long sleeves. It doesn’t matter. They both know whose name is written there in careful, neat cursive, like a puzzle piece slotting next to the blockier name scrawled on Nancy’s wrist. 

Nancy reaches out to push his arm down and out of the way, out of her eyeline, but she laces her fingers with his like she’s trying to calm him down. Like an apology.

“Steve,” she says. “Let’s just—can we focus on the important stuff, here?”

This is important, why don’t you think that nothing could be more important than this. Steve doesn’t say it because he’s trying to be better. He can be better for her, for Nancy, his soulmate. So he swallows it down and nods, gripping her slender fingers tight in his. 

———

It takes him a while, but he figures it out. It’s fate. It’s gotta be. It’s all a big part of their story, the one they’re gonna tell at their wedding, about the time they broke up and made bad decisions and were really unhappy. When you find your soulmate early, sometimes you have some growing up to do, he’ll say. Or maybe Robin will say it. He can’t imagine a wedding where Robin’s not his best man. Best lady?

It’s so stupid, but there was a moment, back in ‘85, when he thought maybe Robin could be his true soulmate. Like maybe there was some giant cosmic error, and the smart, funny, beautiful girl he’d been overlooking all summer was really the one he was meant to end up with after all. 

When she tells him about Tammy Thompson, it’s almost a relief. The universe isn’t wrong after all. He actually feels really sorry for Robin, because without a name on her arm, how’s she supposed to know who to pick? And with the gay thing—it’s gotta be tough even just knowing who’s an option. He doesn’t think he could handle that kind of uncertainty. 

It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to. All he’s got to do is hang on until his story and Nancy’s story bend together again, and become their story. He thinks it’s kind of romantic, even: like he’s been given this time to learn to be a better boyfriend. 

So he’s in good spirits, especially when Eddie Munson gives him a heavy look that shoots through his veins like lightning and says as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen. If even Eddie can see it after spending about five minutes around them, probably not even knowing about the soulmate thing, it must be true. 

———

Afterwards, he finds himself unexpectedly alone with Nancy in the hospital, waiting their turn to see Max and Eddie. It’s not exactly the stuff of fairytales; even though they’ve had a chance to go home and shower and get some sleep, they both have Upside Down gunk caked into their fingernails and purpling shadows under their eyes. The fluorescent lights overhead are way too bright. The flimsy plastic chairs are digging uncomfortably into his thighs. 

But he’s not gonna get a better opening than this quiet moment, with Nancy slumped against his arm, tired and lovely.

“Hey, are you—” He clears his throat and tries again. “Hey, Nancy. Did you…think about, uh, what I said? About…you know. The future?”

She goes tense.

“Yes, Steve. I did.”

Maybe something in her tone should be warning him off, but he’s on this road now, careening down the fast lane with no exits in sight. 

“And? What did you think?”

Nancy takes a deep breath, then lets it out after a second in a heavy sigh. “Steve, I…I’m with Jonathan now. You know that.”

“Yeah, but that’s—I mean, you know it’s not the same.”

“No.” She slips a thumb under the cuff of her sweatshirt and rubs it over her wrist. It looks like something she doesn’t even know she’s doing. “It’s not the same, no. It’s…Steve, it’s better. This way is better.”

He ducks down, tries to meet her eye. “Nance, I know I was kind of a shitty boyfriend, but—things are different now, right?”

Finally, she turns to him. Her back straightens, shoulders square, like she’s bracing herself. 

“Yes, things are different,” she says slowly. She reaches out to take his hand in both of hers, soothing. “This hasn’t changed for me, though. It’s not about—I just can’t be with you, Steve. Not like that. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t say but we’re soulmates again like a child, but it lives in his throat, in the thump of his heart. Maybe she just needs more time.

Maybe not, though.

(ETA: continuation here!)

[wodimewoahtime]

wait why does it say that im the only person on tumblr whos ever tagged a post as tilluka or even ivantilluka am i actually in a deeper rarepair trench than i initially thought

[marshmellowtea]

i change my mind aleheather can be yaoi too cuz if alejandro is a gay man then heather is a trans guy/transmasc in the same way that if heather is a lesbian alejandro is a trans girl/transfem. Do Not Separate Them

[weirdagnes]

the vampire slayer skit should’ve been a longform! so much potential for a skit. “bi girl who’s an undercover vampire slayer gets captured by a vampire, flirts with him AND his wife”

idc that the girl betrayed Esmeralda in the end, imagine what Esmeralda and the vampire slayer could’ve beennnnn

[survivalove]

finally muted all viktor’s tags and immediately i felt a tidal wave of peace wash over me

[elliewiltarwyn]

FFXIV Write 2024 | #2: Horizon

Word Count: 775

Third Umbral Moon, 28th Sun

The boat left this morning, and we’re on it. It’s finally happening: we’re on our way to Tural.

Some of the sheer excitement that had churned in my stomach the day we met Wuk Lamat is beginning to return now that the day has arrived…which would be great if it didn’t manifest as a bit of seasickness. Been holding it together better than Mia, though: she’s planted herself on a chair in our cabin and is determinedly staring out the porthole at the horizon to try and keep herself from pitching up breakfast. It’s hard enough for her already, and the waters are calm and inviting right now; I dread to think what’ll happen when a storm approaches, which is practically a given with how long the voyage is. Poor baby.

She insists that we shouldn’t dampen our excitement on her behalf, though, that we should go and chat with our shipmates about our destination to see what we can learn - as if I haven’t spent a good part of the past several moons in the company of the Third Promise of Tuliyollal, hearing her excitedly explain to me the wonders of the nation she seeks to claim rule over. And I’ll not deny: Tural sounds incredible. Wondrous sights the likes of which Eorzea can only dream of, an incredible mixing pot of culture and peoples - if nothing else, I think this journey will be worth it just to confirm the wonders she speaks of, that’s certainly an adventure in itself.

And yet…

There’d been a hesitation in her whenever she spoke to us of her home, and till today I’d never been able to put my finger on what that was. The realization dawned on me and Lily as we spoke to the other passengers on the ship; some of them were merchants that spoke in awed respect of the Pelupelu’s shrewdness and aptitude for bargaining; someone else spoke of the Turali names for the races, such as Hhetsarro and Xbr’aal for what we call the Miqo’te and the Hrothgar. Then there was the one Mamool Ja merc who got two sentences into the “simple-minded brute” act before groaning about it becoming impractical, with how more people were visitng Tural and learning what they were actually like…

It occurred to me then: Wuk Lamat had spoken to us of how she grew up as a daughter of the Dawnservant, how well she got along (or didn’t) with her older brothers, and the various awesome feats her father had performed in uniting Tuliyollal under one banner. She spoke of things like her favorite foods or favorite sights of the capital, and she spoke of how much she loved the Tural her father built… but this was the first time Lily and I had heard of things like the Pelupelu or the Turali names, or how rich and varied the Mamool Ja are as a people despite whatever assumptions Eorzeans concocted about them. Things beyond the borders of the capital city.

“I don’t think she’s been hiding them from us or anything,” was Lily’s take. “I think she might not actually have seen as much of Tural as she feels she should have as the Third Promise.” She giggled and added, “It’s funny that she felt it was easier to cross the ocean to Eorzea and ask for help to explore her own homeland.”

It certainly is funny, but I think there’s a little more to it than that. It’s obvious Wuk Lamat doesn’t have a dishonest bone in her body; she’s bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, incredibly earnest, and very extremely naive. She’s excited to learn what her homeland has in store for her on her upcoming journey, but she’s also well aware of her own limitations and need for support from experienced adventurers like us. She put on a brave face when she first met, but as I look at her now standing upon the ship’s bow, grinning wildly at the distant horizon as she anxiously stretches her arms… she looks so young. I’m not certain she’s older than I was when I lost my parents.

But she’s determined to reach that horizon regardless. And, well, if there’s something I can do to support her in that endeavor, I can reach out and be the hand I needed in times like that.

…gods. I just told Lily this, and she gasped and looked at me, delighted, and whispered “El, you’re adopting her as your protege!” I immediately protested, but stopped mid-sentence because. Yeah. Yeah that’s definitely what I just wrote. Gods dammit. I’m getting older, but I’m not old enough to be a mentor, am I…?

[lilacs-stash]

So uh, remarried Nickcase anyone

[waywardsalt]

been thinking abt. linebeck with cat-like mannerisms

[deiaiko]

#17.2 Auri

Shibisu was beat. His match with Agni must have been the lamest out of everyone. He couldn't land a single blow on him no matter how hard he tried. All the while knowing that Agni was going easy on him. Still, Agni offered him an outstretched hand and pulled him up to his wobbly feet.

"You did your best," Agni smiled encouragingly. It was an odd look on him, since he looked a lot like Khun, and Khun wouldn't have smiled like that. At least never at him. "But there is still a lot to work on with those blind spots."

Shibisu knew. But he wasn't built for agility, especially with his low shinsu tolerance. Each time they ascended another floor, it took him some time to get used to moving quickly again.

"I have something for you." Agni pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened his palm. "Give me your hand."

Shibisu complied and mirrored Agni's example. In return, Agni placed something in his palm.

"What is this?"

"It's special fish food. Hold it like this and just relax, ok?" Agni instructed as he repositioned Shibisu's arm so it was fully outstretched, palm flat.

Before Shibisu could ask, Agni had called one of his hidden lighthouses. He whistled and a fish swam out from it. It was about an arm’s length and very fast. Its color was also quite muted; he would have missed it had he not been paying attention. 

"This is Auri." Agni introduced as the fish swam around him and preened under his touch. "She's a domesticated electric eel, capable of stunning D-ranks and killing E-ranks. Her species is loyal and territorial, but they can be very timid otherwise. I want you to take care of her one day."

"What?!" Shibisu whisper-shouted through gritted teeth, afraid that he would startle the fish. "Didn't you just say that she's dangerous?"

"She can protect you." Agni pried his fist open and led him to stretch his arm out again. "Just give her this and she'll know that you're a friend."

Shibisu held his breath when the fish swam close, trying his best to not flinch or take another step back when it opened its jaw, displaying rows of needle sharp teeth that could definitely shred his flesh. Yet his fear never happened, and the fish was surprisingly docile when it nibbled on the pellet.

Despite his initial fear, he could see its appeal. It was affectionate and gentle. Granted, he always had a soft spot for cute things, even if they might be dangerous. Case in point: his team.

Shibisu tried to move his arm a little, since he was no longer as tense, but the sudden move startled the fish, and it suddenly vanished into thin air. Shibisu looked around and found nothing.

Noticing his confusion, Agni explained, "As I said, her species is very timid. They have the ability to conceal themselves with shinsu, so they can be hard to detect without observers."

The fish reappeared behind Agni, swimming near his shoulders, "Ah, there you are." Agni flicked his fingers and pointed to the lighthouse; the fish obediently swam back inside. "I will bring her again the next time we meet, so she can get used to this team."

Shibisu could only nod, knowing that refusal wasn't an option.

Agni walked away and clapped his hands to get the whole team's attention, "That's a wrap for today. A shame no one won my bet, but I hope you learnt something from this."

Endorsi clicked her tongue, "Show off."

Agni ignored her entirely, but his stance was never unguarded, ready to leap in case of sudden attack. Was every Khun raised like that?

"Hm, one more thing…" Agni walked up to Rak. "Crocodile, come with me for a moment."

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[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

Marauders band au.

The Marauders would be called the mischief mange

Peter on drums

Sirius on guitar

James on vocals

Remus is the stage manager

Type of music- Pop-rock, like maneskin.

The Valkyries are called the vAlKyRiEs(spelled exactly like that)

Marlene being on lead vocals + guitar.

Mary on background singer, also the drummer(when it’s required)

Lily is the stage manager

Type of music- punk-rock, riot grrrl, like bikini kill

The slytherin skittles are called The PANTHEON(all caps ofc)

Pandora on lead vocals

Evan on drums

Dorcas on guitar

Regulus is the stage manager(he would be a real sucky stage manager; because of his always terrible attitude)

Barty is just there for emotional support; really just the drummers boyfriend role(he’s too much of a loser to be in the band)

Type of music: punk-pop, like mommy long legs.

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THE PANTHEON:

The vAlKyRiEs:

Marauders: