#wrote this a long time ago lol

[myheartstopperblog]

Things we have yet to see (or we might not)

VOLUME 4 (5.Love)

Charlie wants to tell Nick he loves him, especially before he goes to Menorca

Paris squad beach day

More cute Tara/Darcy and Elle/Tao moments

Sahar tells Nick she's going to Truham for sixth form

They eat and Charlie struggles, Nick is there for him

Elle talks about how she can't go to Egypt cause it's dangerous for her as a trans girl

Nick tells Charlie he might have an eating disorder

Charlie says I love you while Nick is in the shower

Nick runs after him and says it back

Tori gets a haircut

Nick goes to Menorca with his family

Jane gets angry at Charlie

David is a Dick, Charlie struggles and Julio's parents visit

Nick tells his mum about Charlie and his ED

School starts again

More Youssef and Nathan

Sahar starts school with Nick

Charlie and Nick kiss for the first time since he got back from Menorca

September 4th, Nicks birthday (Charlie gives Nick all his hoodies back and a photo album)

Nick talks to Charlie about his ED

They both go to Charlie's house and talk to his parents, he needs help

VOLUME 4 (6.Journey)

Four months later, New Years Eve (Nick POV)

Nick has another dog (a pug) called Henry

Flashback to September

Charlie goes to the doctor and gets an appointment for January

Charlie starts self harming again

Charlie goes to A&E one day because it got so bad

Charlie is an inpatient, so Nick goes to school without him

Nick starts hanging out with Christian, Otis and Sai more (and the Paris squad too, he keeps them updated about Charlie)

Nick visits Charlie sometimes at the hospital with his family, and finds Tori a bit intense

Early December, Charlie goes back home

Christmas day Charlie goes to Nicks home (This Winter) and meets the new puppy Henry

Flashback over

Nick and Charlie go to a New Years Eve party and hang out with the Paris squad (and other teens from their school are there)

The main three couples share a New Years kiss

Two months later, early March (Charlie POV)

Charlie is going to therapy and his name is Geoff

Flashback to when he went to the hospital as an inpatient for a few weeks

He has a therapist and a nutritionist there, and made a couple of friends

He has anorexia and OCD

He goes back to school after the Christmas holidays

We see Michael, Toris friend

In mid-January he has a self-harm relapse (him and Nick argued when having dinner and Nick left, but he came back and they made up, Nick stayed the night with Charlie)

*Higgs burns down (Solitaire)

Flashback over

Spring-Nelson dinner that we see in season 3

Nick can drive, and him and Charlie go out for a bit

"Mini-Comic: The Ethics of Infatuation Dynamics" will be included

VOLUME 5 (7.Together)

April 27th, Charlies birthday, he's playing drums in the schools music room and Nick surprises him and they make out

Later Tao and Aled are in Charlie's room and tell him that Nick might want to have sex

Charlie struggles with his body image

The Paris Squad go to Charlie's house to celebrate his birthday, so does Michael

They talk about what they want to study and what university they want to go to

Charlie gets a bit drunk and they all have a sleepover

May, Charlie, Tao and Aled have a Sex ED class while Nick, Sahar, Otis, Christian and Sai have to write about their future, they also talk about the concept of virginity

Tao tries to comfort Charlie and talks about him and Elle trying stuff

After rugby practice, Charlie struggles with his body image in the changing room

Nick and Charlie sneak into Charlies bedroom

They make out on his bed and when Nick asks if he can take his jumper off he struggles again

Jane interrupts them and Charlie tells Nick his worry about taking his shirt off

Sahar asks Charlie about the Summer Fete in July and if he could play the drums in her band

Charlie talks to Geoff about his worries

Mr. Farouk asks Charlie if he wants to be "Head Boy" next year for Sixth Form and he says he'll think about it

Nick asks his mum if Charlie can sleepover and she gives him "the talk"

We see that Nick doesn't really have "close" friends who he can talk to

Charlie and Jane argue and Charlie leaves to go to Nicks house, we also see a flashback of Janes mum being abusive towards her

Charlie tells Nick what happened and Nick opens up to Charlie about his worries as well (about university, friends and figuring himself out)

They have sex

Charlie goes home and Jane and him talk

Three weeks later Nick, Tara and Elle go visit universities for a few days

They first visit Kent University, which is 15 minutes from where they live, and the next day they go to Oxford

Nick tells them about his first time and they bond

They then go visit Loughborough University, and the next day Leeds University (which Nick loves)

They talk more about the future on their drive back home, to the Summer Fete where Charlie will play in the band

Charlie goes and meets up with Tao, Darcy and Aled

Michael appears and talks to Charlie about Tori, so Charlie goes to find her

Tori comes out to Charlie as asexual and talks about her relationship with Michel

Nick, Tara and Elle make it just in time to see the band

Charlie stays the night at Nicks and they have sex

Charlie talks to Nick about him nominated for "Head Boy" and Nick tells him that Leeds is his top university choice

[obizenyukii]

top 10 obizenyuki moments (+all of the honorable mentions that i almost picked bc these three are too much .) DISCLAIMER: these are my opinions and also i talk a lot. <3

under the cut bc this is so long oh my god

number 10

THIS PANEL OF THEM BEING SO AT PEACE RESTING BY EACH OTHER'S SIDE. OBI DEEP IN CONTEMPLATION AS HE WATCHES OVER SHIRAYUKI AND ZEN. THEM SLEEPING SO SOUNDLY BECAUSE THEY CAN LET DOWN THEIR GUARD AROUND HIM. I'M FINE.

every time i see this panel i just feel so happy. they belong together.

number 9

needless to say you'll miss the young miss, but you'll be lonely without me too, i bet. this entire conversation . obi saying this as a light joke but also because he knows how much they both mean to zen. obi searching, in a way, for a reassurance that he /is/ needed and wanted as well, since it's so obvious that shirayuki would be. zen's response. this is a moment that shirayuki isn't physically in so i bumped it down a few places, but it's still so meaningful for the ot3.

number 8

obi longing for zen and telling his bestie (zen's gf, who he's known for also occasionally longing for) about it casually under the stars (and saying he'll say that to zen under the stars) . i know what you are .

this moment is absolutely iconic and one of my personal favorites <3

number 7

ot3 date <3333 the entire next chapter is just a bunch of cute moments of them (honestly could have had like 300 pics on this post if there wasn't a limit). them spending time together, goofing off, having fun and enjoying each other's company. give me 10 more of these dates please.

number 6

whenever i reach out my hand, you would grasp it?

the most iconic trio of all time you will not change my mind. this moment being an unsaid promise between the three of them to always come back to each other . lay me to rest

number 5

THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NOT DASHING OVER TO HER RIGHT NOW IS ALL THE ANSWER I NEED. THE TRUST. GOD. SHE CAN HANDLE HIM. I'M ON THE GROUND.

this moment is not as talked about (at least i haven't seen much of it discussed) but it's SO important to me. so much is being said without needing to spell it out. obi and zen keeping watch from afar, content in each other's company but also making sure shirayuki is in their sight. this is so romantic to do under the stars . they make me unwell. i need a vacation

number 4

obi and shirayuki always keeping zen in their hearts no matter what, despite him wishing not to weigh on them. this also touching on zen telling obi he wishes the title he gave him won't be a burden to him. the bond they have is highlighted so beautifully here. it's pure love <3 i'm sick to my stomach. /j

(& the bonus of obi and shirayuki seeing zen off together and looking at his retreating figure fondly. this is so romantic . i'm crazy .)

number 3

the iconic whenever i'm with you two it's always like this ;^;; <3 obi's love towards these two started to take root here. you don't understand because it's love dude . you don't understand because you were never attached to someone like this. you never had a home to come back to, never had the acceptance and understanding you have in them. dumbass. (said fondly)

it's okay, he learns it later <3

number 2

zen, furiously questioning obi and shirayuki on their health, making sure they're fine, and finally pulling them into a hug. his relief to have them safe and healthy in his arms. them realizing how worried he was . this is probably the most iconic obznyk moment and is a contender for n1 for sure, it was tough choosing between the n1&n2 moments ;; . god this moment. zen's "that's the most important thing" . don't talk to me i love them

number 1

the iconic line that is also my ship tag, if it's for you and mistress, i'm willing to go anywhere </3 this moment was what solidified the ship for me when i was only an anime only (shudders) slowly getting into the fandom. the anime was enough but this entire chapter had me setting my house on fire (joke). the brainworms never stopped. the entire chapter is so crazy ot3 but this moment is my favorite and overall the message/highlight of obi's resolve & his answer to zen's questions. it also showed more than any other moment obi's love & dedication to shirayuki and zen. shirayuki isn't even in this scene but it's still my favorite ot3 moment in the manga so far <3

and now, some honorable mentions. these following moments were all contenders for top 10 bc obznyk is so good. also these are not all of the obznyk moments in the manga ofc. there are many that i couldn't find in my screenshots and tried to find skimming through the manga but failed lol. these are just some classics/faves.

zen's iconic heart eyes

pretty early on in their relationship development, zen liking seeing them together ;;

zen being so happy around obi and shirayuki ;-;

zen introducing himself as obi and shirayuki's companion <3 it's just spelled out at this point lol

zen's heart eyes pt 100, if this post didn't have a limit i would've posted so many more of these

shirayuki and zen fretting over obi and then spying on him (while obi knows and is having the time of his life stringing them along) because he was seen with a pretty lady

it's like a part of me is always by their side <3 <3 <3 this would've been n10, but it's now the official number 11 moment

shirayuki and zen putting their full trust in obi to the point of fully letting their guard down, and obi realizing that for the first time, he's wholeheartedly wanted.

zen and shirayuki being the obi detection/protection squad <3

there's so much more. i love them so much <333333

[yunamiudon]

Modern AU! Codywan👮‍♂️

I stole this design from my drawing last year lol

↑I drew this AU again...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27588466/chapters/67488583

I haven't decided what Cody does for a living in this fic, but I'm starting to think Detective Cody might be a good idea... 🤔

[vargaslovinghours]

And never let you go ♥

Bonus without the overspill lighting:

[mediumgayitalian]

5, 6, 8, and 18 for the writer asks

I love your writing :D

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

HELL FUCKEN YEAH HOLD ON

"At first he thinks it's another one of Will's migraines."

6. the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)

first of all wordcounter.net my beloved. second of all uh. lemme pic a draft. lol. okay i checked the six drafts ive been working on the most rn and 'nico' is a top three word in ALL of them. lol. 

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

i write sequels all the time. but if it counts as a sequel, i would like to finish my road trip au. it is dearest to me, it's just at such an impossibly high standard in my head that i have a hard time writing for it.

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

oh that shit is so gone. sorry.

writing ask game

[mx-myth]

Okay so I've had some meta thoughts about Laurence's amnesia and how it relates to his relationship with Tharkay sitting in my drafts for like over a year now so I figured I'd finally clean it up and post it. Heads up it's really long.

Laurence finally consciously realises that he loves Tharkay (or is in love with him, whatever nuance you'd like) after "knew him, and knew himself." But at this point he's completely in pieces as a person (more on this next paragraph). Post-amnesia, he's an entirely different man. Pre-Temeraire Laurence is the harshest, strictest version both of and with himself. He follows the rules to the letter, basically takes Temeraire only out of duty in the beginning, and even keeps the promise between him and Edith despite there being no formal arrangement at all. Post-Temeraire but pre-amnesia Laurence has softened. He's putting less emphasis on the rules and more on his morals (see: treason). He has more leeway but still carries that honor/duty/order with himself.

Which is why post-amnesia Laurence is the version of himself that discovers that he loves Tharkay. In the wake of losing his memories and then regaining them he's lost and unmoored. Both of his past selves are so different and therefore so distant. They're both true but it's too jarring for him - especially in his current circumstances, much less the overall war - so Laurence becomes a new person. This is Laurence at his most vulnerable, his most unguarded, who smiles more often now because he doesn't really know that he didn't smile that much before. He has two major tethers to his personhood: Temeraire and Tharkay (I hesitate to say only tethers, simply because Laurence's life isn't that small, but repeatedly these two are the ones who have had the biggest impact on his life, who have kept him going). Obviously he loves Temeraire, he's never going to stop loving Temeraire, he just isn't capable of it, but seeing Temeraire didn't bring back his memories (I can't imagine how Temeraire must have felt, meeting a version of Laurence who had never met him). Laurence loves Temeraire in the most unconditional, selfless way - to be very Greek about it, his philia. But I think when he finally comprehends how Tharkay was the catalyst behind this radical change of his self he dives into his memories again and goes over them in excruciating detail (and he was definitely doing that already, but now he's doing it with a lens exclusively focused on Tharkay). At some point he comes to the realisation that Tharkay loves him, and that he loves him, and that he's been unconsciously shoving it down every time it's surfaced (past-Laurence was saying no homo while actively homo-ing). And with the benefit of being an new version of the same person (and also some hindsight, finally), this Laurence says, I've committed treason. My country sees me as a traitor but they still need me to serve them as a tool. I lost myself once in a war (see: "what are you doing?") that's still being fought. Time is short and there's no guarantee I won't lose my memories again, that I will still be the person I am right now. What do I have to lose?

(And on some level, this Laurence thinks, what can stop me?)

He begins giving to Tharkay what Tharkay always had given to him. His acts of devotions start small (relative to Tharkay's; transporting too many ferals is obviously a little outside of what Laurence can feasibly do). He cares for Tharkay once he wakes ("have you noticed the top of your head appears likely to come off?"), he helps him eat and drink, he massages his hands once they heal, he stays with him through the nightmares that come to haunt him. And he continues doing these little things for Tharkay, hoping that he understands (he's willing to wait, Tharkay waited for him after all, and Laurence doesn't want to push him, especially as he's healing). But I think the act that hits Tharkay like, oh, it's different this time is when Laurence bargains his freedom to Napoleon. I feel like that carries unspeakable meaning for Tharkay, who was ostracized growing up and ended up never having a "permanent" home since he travelled so much. I can't imagine that he hasn't been in a similar situation before, but he's probably always been expected to weasel his way out of it without any outside help. He's trained himself out of expecting someone to help him, to care enough about him to save him. Yet part of the man who turned to treason simply so the dragons of France wouldn't die in pain lives on in this Laurence. Pre-Temeraire Laurence is rules and post-Temeraire pre-amnesia Laurence is morals, but post-amnesia Laurence is all heart. There was never a way he was going to leave Tharkay behind.

So Tharkay starts watching him. He watches Laurence continue to devote himself to him, again and again. He brings him his coat on cold days. When it rains and their scars ache he curls around his hands and rubs lotion into them. When he goes into town he always brings Tharkay back a little gift. He starts growing vegetables in the garden and he learns how to cook non-wartime foods and how to knit (because he is a man forged by war and what does one even do during peacetime when one's dragon is busy reforming the government, anyway?) and suddenly he's providing for Tharkay like never before. He looked away for one moment and suddenly Laurence's prescence and all that he does has made the manor a home.

Yet Tharkay, for years, has told himself so many times that Laurence is off-limits, untouchable, that he can love him but that there's no chance that Laurence will love him back. The only way he can love Laurence is silently, nearly from afar, and so he tried to do that. But he can't just stand by and so every time he finds himself committing a deux ex Tharkay (see: ferals, again). He understands that there's some shit Laurence needs to learn himself (and god is this series very good about character development for Laurence) but he's not going to do nothing when the man in about to die. For him it's about caring and providing for Laurence even if he doesn't know it. He learns to content himself with the knowledge that, even if nothing comes of it, he can still be by Laurence's side.

But then the amnesia plot happens (which he only learns of after all of it goes down) and suddenly there is a half-stranger wearing the skin of the man he loves (loved, he tells himself) looking at him with those familiar blue eyes filled with a completely unfamiliar emotion. He's relieved that Laurence remembers but he's said that his Laurence is gone that he's even thinking of it like that (Tharkay has a lot of anger, both at himself and others and the world). Laurence is right in front of him, he's not gone at all, but he's gone in a way that matters. But also this new Laurence is by his side all the time. He's feeding him and helping him drink and dress and he sleeps on the floor by his bedside. Tharkay is so confused because this has to be some kind of fantasy dream he's having. He must still be in the cave (and it's believable that he is, because he returns there every night in his dreams). But he isn't and he has to struggle to come to terms with this new Laurence.

So every time Laurence does something even remotely nice he hyper-analyses it and rationalizes it to himself. He deludes himself into thinking that this is normal for Laurence now. It's normal for Laurence to fuss and hen over him now; it's normal for him to smile at him with that emotion written plainly on his face that Tharkay still hasn't (refuses) to decipher. And he does this well into post-canon.

For that reason he only gets with the program when Laurence has to leave the manor (leave home) for a long while (probably with Temeraire) and suddenly Tharkay is all alone in this huge manor. He's wearing the socks Laurence knitted for him and eating food Laurence grew and walking into rooms and seeing little parts of him scattered everywhere. There's a novel he's reading left on the table by the chair he prefers in the library. There's a cookbook in the kitchen in which he's bookmarked recipes he thinks he might like. Tharkay finds a handwritten list of things they need to buy in town left out for him. He left his pillows on Tharkay's bed because he knows he likes sleeping with a ton of pillows (and they smell like him, and Tharkay pretends he doesn't bury his face in him, that he doesn't miss him while he's gone). When Tharkay wakes up in the morning he makes two cups of tea and waits for Laurence to come in from talking with Temeraire before remembering that neither of them are here (home). He expects Laurence to appear in the evenings to ask if he wants to go on a walk through the grounds with him (and he always ends up saying yes). Tharkay learns that the manor is too big for one man who has always been a little too lonely in his life.

So until Laurence returns home he plots and plans and agonizes. After a week once Laurence has come home (and the first thing he had said to him was welcome home, and Laurence had beamed at him, and it was so unbelievably natural to say it) Tharkay begins his attempts at reciprocating. He wakes up earlier so that he can brew Laurence tea so he can take it out to sit with Temeraire. He says that he cooked some of the recipes from Laurence's cookbook and insists on making them for Laurence (he had to figure out his system of marking which recipes were Laurence's favourites). He gifts him a sturdy, functional, and beautifully crafted knife to wear around the house for daily use; he specifically makes sure the knife is up to Temeraire's standards. In fact, Tharkay talks to Temeraire about everything, and Temeraire tells him, with no minced words while completely drawing his own conclusions, that it's very nice that Tharkay is asking him for his blessing, but does he really need it at this point? Haven't they been courting long enough? He's always approved of Tharkay, because he makes Laurence happy.

That's how Tharkay realises he and Laurence have been dancing around each other like shy birds, both of them subtly showing off but not making the first move. And maybe he realises that Laurence is thinking how he used to think - that it's okay as long as he can be by his side, that he doesn't need his love reciprocated (it's a very long chain of Tharkay loving Laurence, Laurence knowing Tharkay loves him and loving him back, and Tharkay loving Laurence and knowing he knows he loves him and loves him back). And of course Tharkay wasn't going to make the first move back then, and if Laurence hasn't by now, then maybe he should borrow some of Temeraire's courage.

It's something small. The words come later, given how action-forward both Laurence and Tharkay are. They don't even need words. Maybe Tharkay takes Laurence's hand during dinner and intertwines their fingers, maybe he touches Laurence's cheek after he's braided his hair as their eyes meet in the mirror, maybe as they pack away the port and piquet he kisses him good night. Whatever it is, they look at each other and simply know. Tharkay sees Laurence slowly start to smile, a huge one that spreads across his entire face, one that he's only seen on Laurence when he thinks he's alone with Temeraire. He seems to brighten, almost radiating light.

For his part, Laurence reciprocates. He squeezes Tharkay's hand, he turns his cheek into Tharkay's touch, he pulls him in for another kiss. He watches as something seems to drop from Tharkay, something that he hadn't even known he was carrying. He becomes loose and relaxed, his body language more open as he looks at Laurence with one of his little smiles, a bit of shyness that he's never seen before evident on his face. He tells Tharkay that he's the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

[kitsunesakii]

Two is Better than one

I went wild with this one :D

Chapter six

Sasha entered her apartment with the quiet click of the front door. She tossed her backpack onto the chair in the kitchen and started a cup of tea. A clatter from the adjacent room caught her attention. She frowned slightly before peeking her head into the other room.

It took her a moment to process the scene before her eyes.

Micheal was sitting on her living room floor, long fingers carefully curling through the fur of a content cat purring below him. She noted a secondary feline to the left, pawing at a strand of long spindly blonde hair. He glanced at her lazily, tipping his head to the side and humming.

There was only one thing wrong with this picture. Sasha didn't own pets.

"Micheal-what?"

His smile widened. "Hello my dear."

She gestured to the cat now rolling onto its back as Micheal petted its belly. "Where did these come from?"

He looked over at the one still playing with his hair. "They followed someone into my corridors. They followed me here."

Right. Sasha shook her head and sat down, the one on its back stretched out before moving towards her curiously, it had orange hair like a tabby. She pet it and it purred in response.

"Micheal."

"Sasha."

"I don't have the stuff for these guys. I barely have the room, you don't really expect me too-" Her words were cut short as she watched the grey one tangled in Micheal's hair sound out a small mewl as Micheal tenderly picked it up in its hands with too much bone and fingers that stretched too far across. The cat didn't seem to mind.

Micheal hummed as he watched the cat in his arms twist and curl, purring contently as if Micheal wasn't a terrifying monster. Sasha dared to smile.

"I believe, if I remember correctly, these creatures need food, water." He chimed lightly. Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Fine. There's a store down the way from here. They have pet supplies." Sasha sighed as she stood to her feet. "And they are cats, Micheal."

He didn't so much as stand to his feet, rather a blur of motion and colors that stretched out and scattered like sand before he was standing in front of her. "Cats. Yes."

She grabbed her bag and walked towards the door, stopping when she realized Micheal was following her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm coming with you of course." He giggled, "silly question."

"Right." Sasha smiled, "This won't end badly at all."

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The actual trip wasn't horrible.

Besides the fact that every single dog started barking at Micheal which earned them a few curious glances from the staff, they made it out with a sack of cat food, cat litter, and a box. Even more than she had expected, Micheal paid. Handing the cash to the women as Sasha looked at him with such a confused expression she partially believed he did it just to see her reaction. Laughing as they left the store with the supplies. She simply shook her head.

"I think- he had one."

Sasha looked over at him, he looked, well, human. The way his coat sat on his shoulders and down past his boots, his hands wrapped around a bag of cat food. His eyes trained on nothing before looking over at her with a sharp smile.

Sasha frowned. "Who?"

"Micheal. Before-" His words echoed and trailed off.

Sasha understood. "I'm sorry." The words felt stupid in her mouth.

"Do not be, its-" he paused. "It's a nice memory, I am not sorry to have it, amongst the fractals of everything and nothing and the not-in between, it is nice."

Sasha thought about her question a moment before asking. "What's it like?"

"What?"

"The...what you said about the fractals and the nothingness, delusion...what's it like?"

"It Is Not What It Is and it is a part of me" he said it like a broken tune from some forgotten nursery rhyme. "It is madness- throaty, hollow, the depths of doubt- madness that stirs in the mind. It is not a physicality, but, within it, there is a certain…” He paused. “Ah! Beauty. Like a fine piece of decoration in a mundane hallway." Micheal laughed long and hard as they approached her building.

"You say it's beautiful?"

He giggled and shook his head. "You tell me, my dear, what with your It Knows You, all that knowledge will never satisfy, never relief, you see all and yet-" They entered her house to the two cats scratching up her couch and seemingly content with life. “Madness floods the senses and dilutes the mind, leaving it clear. It changes perception, blinds reality. It's a song sung with all the wrong notes and the wrong tune but it is beautiful nonetheless.” He sat the bag on the kitchen table and she prepared two bowls.

“A broken melody is still broken.”

“Ah, but only you would know if it's broken.”

Sasha paused and stared at him. He was crouched down, pouring the food into the bowl she had provided. It got everywhere and he giggled. Letting out a hummed “oops.” Before moving a long finger to scatter the dropped food even further. His hair cascaded around his shoulders and swept across the floor, the grey cat already taking interest in his dubbed playtoy.

She understood what he meant. And maybe there was a relieving beauty to it. Someone’s only lost if they themselves don’t know how to get to their destination. But if someone is simply wandering, well. There could be a comfort to that. Ignorance is bliss after all. A buzz of muddled headspace that someone looks for within drugs or alcohol. A weight lifted from the mind as it's consumed by something that isn’t tangible.

“Do you understand?” He looked back at her, the pieces of food that had missed the bowl now nowhere to be seen. The two cats had taken an interest in the food and water and were quick to indulge themselves. She looked into Micheal’s eyes, the swirling spirals that seemed to impossibly dilate as he looked at her. He seemed softer, somehow. All folded up and crouched on her floor seemingly as protection to the felines happily eating away. His sweater changed and morphed in color and she half wondered where his coat went. His scarf was wound around his neck and seemed to move like a snake, continually curling over his shoulders. Twisting and bending and pulling in every direction. He was an enigma to look at. Madness. An ever shifting idea that barely took shape before it was changing again. Beautiful. She decided.

He was beautiful.

She almost forgot he was waiting for a response. “I understand.” The words didn’t feel nearly enough. Some part of her reminded herself that she was supposed to be scared of this thing that had casually dropped two cats at her feet like it was nothing. This thing that bought the supplies with money she wasn’t sure he was even supposed to have. This thing that had given her a distorted flower that she still had in the living room. This thing that followed her around with a curiosity she couldn’t explain. This thing that had kissed her cheek instead of killing her when she had been in its corridors. She ignored that voice and instead moved to fix the litter box in the washroom.

Not even an hour later she was curled up on the couch petting the tabby as Micheal played with the gray one on the floor not even a foot away.

“What are their names?” She asked him, breaking the silence that seemed to muffle Micheal’s laughter as he let the cat swipe at his long fingers, pulling them away just in time.

“Names are redundant.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think I’ll call this one Pumpkin.”

He didn’t look away from the cat, letting it catch his fingers and pull them down to bite playfully. Micheal hardly seemed bothered. “Daisies.”

“The cat? That’s a pretty name.”

“No-” He giggled. “I remembered. I was picking them up.” He drew his hand away and pointed at the mess of lines and colors that had once been a flower, sitting in a jar on the coffee table.

Sasha smiled back. “Daisy it is. Pumpkin and Daisy.”

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[hockeyisforthegays]

im obligated to ask about RIKO!!! my best friend RIKO!!!!

SHORT ONE this is an idea that i jotted down but didn't have much of a plan for. REVERSE TIME TRAVEL FIX IT amanai riko's death actually propels her forward in time. i have no clue where i was going with it soooo here's the start. its a silly one

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For the second time in as many days, Riko wakes up in the arms of Gojo Satoru. She does what she does best and slaps him. 

Infuriatingly, he doesn’t get pissed this time. Instead a stupid, slappable smile blooms across his stupid, slappable face and he says, “Should’ve expected that. You don’t change, do you?”

Riko wrinkles her nose. “Change?”

Gojo Satoru says, “It’s been a while, Riko.”

A while? She saw him all of five minutes ago, when— when he was getting stabbed. 

Riko jerks in his grip. Gojo’s grip digs a little harder into her sides, but he allows her to lean away and squint at his chest. She finds no sign that that happened at all. She does recall him saying something about the knife passing through him — which, insane, like the rest of him — but seriously, not even his shirt is torn? 

Although— It is a different shirt. 

[sisterdivinium]

Now is the time to place your bets on whether or not this hyper self-indulgent doctor superion Vampire the Masquerade AU fic will or won't get to 100 handwritten pages...

[loganslowdown4]

Virgil: Dad! DAD!! There’s an ugly monster under my bed!

Patton: *bursting in* VIRGIL!

Patton: That’s not how I raised you!

Patton: *looking under the bed* Come here, come on out Mr Snake Man. It’s alright. *hugs him*

Patton: *pointing at Virgil* You’re the only ‘monster’ in here. And you’re not even that, that is not nice language, you’re grounded mister!

Janus: *hugging Patton* I-I’m...not ugly... *cries*

[crysten]

i held up the sign

"i need help"

but people passed me looking scared

was it my appearance?

what do you want me to wear?

but why should that matter when all i need is help?

i was sitting crying holding the sign

no one stopped to read what it said

and it made me feel like i was already dead

because no one noticed me

no one helped me

i started to walk around looking for someone who wanted to help

but they all walked away from me

people were bumping into me without apologizing

so now i feel like hiding

was it my handwriting that made it look fake?

should i get it printed first then come back another day?

but all i want is help so why does it matter?

anyway

i knocked on doors but no one answered

i screamed and everyone suddenly cared

i begged and they all looked scared

suddenly i open my eyes and im inside a cell

next to me might be a murderer but how could i tell

i yell and say

"i need help"

but they shushed me and left

i looked around and we all looked the same

was it what we looked like that made you want to throw us away?

[peridots-pixiwolf]

sketches from @mipexch 's whiteboard a couple days ago!!

also feat. a very small reference to @onlineviolence :]

[a-writing-otter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch/Warrior of Light Characters: G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: Miqo'te Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), The Sil’dihn Subterrane, Post-Patch 6.0: Endwalker (Final Fantasy XIV), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Wall Sex, Stuck in a Wall, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube, Creampie, Prince/Knight Kink, Fan service (The Author is the fan) Summary:

Really, when you’ve got the ruins of an ancient civilization to study, there’s no one better to bring along than G’raha Tia.

..and if you’re going to have a quickie in said ancient ruins, there’s no one better to do it with than G’raha Tia, too, right? Or, at least, that’s Zu’zu’s thinking.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

PJO RANT FOR THE ONE PERSON WHO ASKED :D

@seeking-further-illumination here you go, lol.

I think that the expectations of the show were for exactly what everyone wanted, because of Rick's involvement and the budget, but everyone imagined the books differently, so not everyone could ever be happy with it.

There's that, and it is marketed towards a younger audience and I'm not making any assumptions but most of the fans who aren't happy [from what I can see] are a bit older then the target audience [not that there's anything wrong with that, obviously, don't come at me], and if you re read the first book it's literally written for children.

There's literally backlash for everything ever made because for some reason people just can't chill [???] but I think the reason the Percy Jackson show had such a large amount of people unhappy with it is because we haven't had anything like it before. I don't know how to explain it but we've all created our own little versions of the show and made our own content for the fandom cause we were left to our devices for so long, so now that we have something, viewers already have these empires in their heads that they want to see on screen.

I'll just put it like this, if the show came out, like, a few years after the og book series, there would be less people unhappy with it.

[spacedoutman]

【𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱)

Description: Paul Stanley wakes up to a pleasant surprise on a pleasant fishing trip.

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Notes: This is my almost 2am brain trying to churn something out from a wave of inspiration I got. Pun not intended. It's kinda bad but I'm gonna slap it here anyway so kapow

Warnings: Death | Gets disturbing, please read with caution | Mature

𝖆𝖔3

Soft moonlight caressed the edges of his elegant curves. He hugged a white cloth over his nude body with gentle hands, a small smile painted on his face while a breeze tossed his jet hair. The paddles almost slipped from Paul’s grasp as he gazed. The still sea reflected the billions of stars flooding the sky like a mirror, but the man’s reflection? Gone.

The rest of the crew slept soundly on the small fishing boat. Paul rested his palm against his jaw, his eyes wide as the man’s twinkling eyes flitted over to him. Paul’s heart skipped a beat. His brain still clouded with that fresh morning.. or in this case, middle of the night, fog. He rubbed his temple. The man would disappear, right?

He looked down. The water rolled over the man’s feet. Paul’s eyes widened a bit before darting to meet the ethereal figure’s gaze. “How are you doing that?” Paul groaned. “Why the hell are you even here?” His voice was so croaky it was embarrassing. The man looked down. His smile spread into an overly wide one. He lowered the cloth. His sterling pearl necklace glinted.

Paul rubbed his eyes. Something this beautiful had to be fake. He shoved his elbow onto the side of the boat and took a harsh, deep breath. He grabbed the paddles. His crew mates would have his head for this. He bit his lip, quickly straightening his shirt collar and sleeves. How could he go up looking like a mess? He snatched the paddles back and rowed over.

His eyes widened in surprise when the figure loomed over him. A wide grin spread across his face. He glowed like a diamond in a dark museum or an angel in an old painting. The silence of the sea drowned them both. Paul’s lips parted. He couldn’t pull his gaze away for the life of him. No wind was blowing, was it?

It felt as if his heart laid in this man’s palms. Paul leaned close. The man’s head slowly craned down from a long neck. Paul’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t help but to melt a bit. The man’s delicate hands cupped his face. He looked down, his gaze softer than… anything, really. A hazy smile stretched across Paul’s face. The man’s eyes fell half shut. He looked at him through a wall of thick lashes.

“Do I know you from someplace?” Paul’s voice shook a bit. He eased his hand onto the man’s wrist and eased into his touch. Chills shot down Paul’s spine.

The man ran his thumb up and down Paul’s cheek. He shifted in his seat, making himself a little smaller. Who even was this man? The man leaned close. His presence overwhelmed Paul like strong perfume. The salty scent of the seat intoxicated him. Paul closed his eyes.

“Paul.” An impish, inhuman voice creaked.

Paul’s eyes shot wide. His heart jumped. The man’s large, smiling eyes glimmered. A grin oddly wider than the sunrise ran across his lips. Sea foam ran down his chin. Paul looked over his features. Nothing was out of place—so why other than the fact that he was just out here did Paul feel oddly cold? Why was his brain screaming for him to run?

Paul closed his eyes forcefully.

“Don’t you remember?” The impish voice echoed across the water. Paul opened his eyes.

The man grinned. Sea foam poured down his chin. Paul’s brows drew together. “How could I remember now that I’m looking at someone as beautiful as you?” He cooed, laying his hand on the man’s rubbery shoulder. The man smiled. His eye contact didn’t waver. Was he even blinking? Paul closed his eyes.

“You know who I am.”

Paul took a long, deep breath, pushing away the little things called ‘memories’ trying to bob up in his head.

“I know I know who you are.” Paul stated a bit dryly.

“Do you not understand what’s going on?”

Paul opened his eyes. A little crab dropped from the man’s open mouth. Sea foam flowed like a water fall. Paul brushed his fingers through the man’s soft hair. “I’d marry you all over again, Gene.” He said with a fond little smile before his hands froze. His eyes grew ungodly wide. They shook. “And I’d kill you again too.”

Paul closed his eyes. “But I guess that’s your job now, isn’t it?”

[coridallasmultipass]

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