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[offside-the-lines]

MattDrai Fic Recs

So @irrelevanttous and @puckthisshift sent me the ask meme prompt for "what my favorite Mattdrai fic is" and I went on a JOURNEY lemme tell ya. I ended up figuring out how to download my AO3 history (in which I discovered that in the last year, I've read like literally 50% of all the MattDrai fics ever written) to help me figure out what my faves were. So here are some (most? I hope?), split into categories.

General Faves:

head above water by yourblues (@msmargaretmurry) 🔒 (E, 91.1k) This might be one of the best pieces of RPF ever written; it's a classic. I have visited this fic literally 21 times. It has everything: stupidity, pining, incredible sex, falling for each other, also more stupidity. Chapter 6 literally rips my entire soul out every time. I think this fic permanently altered my brain chemistry. It's a perennial re-read.

only fools rush in by @bropunzeling 🔒 (E, 94.9k) This is another fic that is a Must Read for HRPF as a whole. The entire time, I just want to reach through the screen and wring both of their necks for being so incredibly dense. And I love everything about this, especially just the way it's written is so incredible.

Growing Into Someone by @blaahaj 🔒 (E, 46.5k) God, I love this fic so much, I come back to it all the time. I think this must've been one of the first Mattdrai works I read. But I just love how natural the initial tension is, and how inevitable their falling in love is, and how the climax happens and resolves is just so incredible.

Undo Falling for You by crookedsilence (@csblogs) 🔒 (T, 16.1k) This is an AU I guess? I put it in this section because it's Hanahaki, so like only kinda AU. Either way, I am obsessed with this! It is just emotionally perfect. Highly recommend.

rough dream? by reticent 🔒 (M, 7.2k) So, this fic is probably the most "out there" suggestion because of the warning (I'll get to that part) but this fic is literally the most perfect microcosm of what Mattdrai fics tend to have: pining, lack of communication, falling in love while being terrified of falling in love, etc. This is a time loop fic where Matthew is stuck in the time loop but it's told from the perspective of Leon. It is absolutely incredible. I think about this fic ALL THE TIME. The warning is for a suicide, but no "actual" character death because the time loop resets.

i'll tell you when to stop by dogjuice 🔒 (E, 39.6k) (McMattDrai) This is the real answer to 'what fic do you send people if they want to get into MattDrai'. I have sent this to so many people because it is perfect. Everything about this is perfect. Matthew's internal dialogue and his anxiety, and his perception of what's happening. The second half of the fic is so well-written and suspenseful. Something I feel it will give me a heart attack even though I've read it like 10 times.

Future Fics

Saving the Best for Last by @puckingtrash 🔒 (E, 100.1k) This is the fic that made me obsessed with Future Fics of current rivals. There's just a level of camaraderie and understanding that happens after that many years in the same league; it doesn't matter how much beef you had. And this fic is just so incredible. I love thinking about what these guys do after retirement. A must read IMO.

home by now by daisysusan (@hopetorun) 🔒 (E, 102.3k) Probably one of the best fics. I love the way this builds up and keeps you on edge. It really mirrors how Matty feels, just this general unease of knowing something is wrong but not knowing what. The laying of the pining with the hurt and confusion is just so well done.

back to where we lasted by @ohtemporas 🔒 (E, 34.4k) Trade fics are always so interesting with these two. Especially in the situation where they are exes. And one of them (Leon in this case) has fucked up greatly, and they need to figure out how to get past it because neither of them are over it. Or in this case, figure out how to do it again, but properly.

Old Flames Burn Brighter by @cisumox (E, 25k) I love this fic so much because of the way they are both clearly affected by what happened and how much they still want to love each other. I think about this one al the time. Warning: this does involve a career ending injury.

settle down in the Sunshine State by @puckthisshift 🔒 (E, 14.7k) This has my fave Mattdrai trope where one of them is a fucking idiot, and is so in their head about it. And they have absolutely no idea what literally every single other person knows. In this case, it's Matthew. I absolutely love this fic. I read it all the time.

gather your broken lessons and move by rumandwhine 🔒 (E, 30.5k) This one is super interesting because it doesn't involve a trade, or them in the same place. It is the same as it was before, but different. How are they doing to figure out what went wrong and how are they going to make sure they don't make the same mistakes? They are older now, but are they any less stupid. Keep reading to find out. (Also featuring an absolutely hilarious situation with Drai and his rookie).

AUs

linger by @bropunzeling 🔒 (E, 65.5k) (Omegaverse) This is another all timer. It is so incredible: the way they are just so inexplicably drawn to each other, and obsessed but so worried about their obsession. And the way Leon treats Matthew as something really special from the beginning (and how Matthew just doesn't seem to pick up on that). The way that things build towards the climax, with the ASG 2023 moment (which makes me want to rip my eyeballs out every time; it HURTS). It has all the best parts of omegaverse and explores their relationships with their dynamics so thoughtfully.

whatever promises I made by @puckthisshift 🔒 (E, 360k) (Omegaverse) Yet another all timer for the genre as a whole. The way that omegaverse is explored here is so interesting. It was the fic that really got me on board with the AU. It is so core to the way the characters interact with each other and the world, and the inherent traumas it brings really parallels some of the experiences of populations in the real world (e.g. women).

so is the longing by dogjuice 🔒 (E, 44.7k) (Omegaverse) When I tell you I have read this fic sooooo many times. It is so so good (and so hot). Matthew is so incredibly oblivious and Leon is pining so hard and down soooooo bad. I think Leon's love for Matthew can be seen from like Alpha centauri and yet Matthew totally misses it (among other things). This is SO good.

Egos and Eligibility by @puckthisshift 🔒 (E, 91.1k) (Regency & Omegaverse) I will continue to suck up to my good friend Iris LOL. But seriously, I read this before I even knew it was her and I love it so much. I adore Regency Matthew and the way Leon is literally ever MMC from the era (Mr Darcy) is so funny to me (why so pissy Leon). Regency is such a perfect setting for the Omegaverse tropes of courting and, also again, exploring the societal impact of having these dynamics in play. I think the part where Matthew goes into heat is SO funny and well written. Bridgerton wishes.

Royal Pain by lavender_hazyy 🔒 (E, 48.9k) + Sequel Rules of Engagement (E, 37.8k) (Medieval/Royalty/Bridgerton/Robin Hood) That sounds like the most bonkers combination of things, but it's truly so so so good. I recommend this one SO much. It's so much fun to read, and their interactions are so funny. Poor Connor is always experiencing the Horrors in the background. Everything about this is perfection. THE FUCKING LOVE LETTERS OMG.

bittersweet and strange by @puckthisshift 🔒 (E, 53.4k) (Fairytale Curses) Will I ever stop thinking about this? Probably not. :) I think so much of this is a metaphor for the "beast" that Matthew portrays himself to be (maybe believes himself to be) irl. Also, I will never get enough of Taryn as a character; she is just incredible. I will literally never forget the reveal at the end (and ever villain I ever write will be henceforth inspired by you). (Also, curly haired tiger Matthew, you will always be real to me. Leon + me *handshake emoji* wanting to tough Matthew's fur).

I honestly don't even think this is ALL of the Mattdrai fics I think about regularly/reread regularly. But these are at least a lot of them. There are also so many good recommendation lists on this website when you search for "mattdrai fic recs" that will include even more fics than the ones I've selected.

Legitimately, thank you to all Mattdrai writers out there for being the fucking GOATs. I don't know what I would be reading if not this.

#mattdrai #hockey rpf #fic recs #mcmattdrai #hrpf #fic rec

[writefightandflightclub]

“Yes man” (Cecil Dennis {fuck me, how did I get here} x fem!reader)

Summary: Blurby McBlurbFace. Mainly chat, slight fluff, smut, pining / friends to lovers vibes.

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: alcohol consumption; drug use mentions (weed); smoking; dumbification of Cecil, I guess. Mommy kink if you squint. Public erections / handjob sorta, premature ejaculation / cum in pants. Mentions of dead fish but no fish were harmed. Actually, a surprising number of animal metaphors. Oops. Rimming I’m sorry that one snuck in very last minute Omg.

A/n: having a shitty mental health day (boo) and this Cecil blurb (whilst not my best) is my self-care ☺️ I don’t remember his character well aside from wet bloody cat boy, but I’m damn sure not rewatching that again so this will have to do 😅. Feedback appreciated! 🧡 (Is the rimming too much? 🙈) Not proofed and I’m almost positive autocorrect will have screwed me over.

Also totally inspired by @my-secret-shame’s meme and @foxilayde’s amazing blurb. I will not pretend to have had an original idea! 🧡

“Come onnnn, Cecil,” you whine, poking him in his soft belly with your index finger. He giggles lightly, almost like a hiccough. “It’s always me coming up with the ideas. What do you wanna do next?”

He turns his head as though in slow motion. Moves as if he’s underwater, this one - at least when he’s got food and several beers in him (which is most of the time). He looks up. Blinks at you; dumbly. “What do you mean?”

Eh. You’d really thought your statement had been quite clear.

You resist the urge to pinch his cheek and tell him It’s a good job you’re pretty.

“I mean, that I suggest things, and you go along with them.”

He blinks again. It’s like everything is just a little slower in Cecil’s world. Takes a little longer to filter through. It’s refreshing, in a way. He’s in no rush, and it encourages you to slow down too. To smell the roses.

Cecil is beyond easy-going, come to think of it. Goes with the flow like a dead fish. You’re pretty sure, in fact, that he’d go along with just about anything. With just about anybody’s hare-brained schemes, without once thinking through a single one of the potential consequences.

Scratch that - he probably already has done just that; which would explain a lot of the trouble he’s routinely gotten himself into since you’ve known him.

Though, you suppose, in a way that’s refreshing too. You always did worry too much.

Besides, he always seems to muddle through, somehow. Though quite how has you stumped. It’s hardly due to his charm or his smarts, now, is it? Even so, despite whatever attributes he is lacking in, you can’t deny that he must be doing something right. Trouble simply seems to slide right off the man’s back. Like water off a… well. A dead fish, you guess. What a versatile metaphor.

He blinks at you again. Maybe those big pretty cow eyes help, just a teency bit, to get him out of trouble, you would wager.

Look at him though. You’ve never seen anyone more relaxed. Practically horizontal as he’s hunkered down in the booth, seated next to you in the corner of your usual dive bar. Maybe there’s something to be said for all the pot and seedy hotel room fucks he indulges in. You bet his shoulders are inordinately loose. Maybe he really does have it all figured out, despite appearances.

As you ponder this, Cecil -eventually- makes a non-committal noise, before his bloodshot, glassy eyes flick back to the TV hung up on the wall. He is barely even watching it. Just letting it happen to him, like he does with most everything else.

That’s probably why you’ve never fucked him, you realise, like a bolt out of the blue. He’s pretty, sure. But you wouldn’t.

You don’t mind control - that’s not it. You don’t mind taking charge. But with Cecil? You think he’d take it lying down - a little too literally. If you’d ever suggested you and he fool around, you’d never know for sure. Never know if it really was his idea - a thought or desire he’d ever had before - or if he was simply far too agreeable and opportunistic to decline. So agreeable, that he’d let you ease your vagina up and down on his cock until you came on him. You were intrigued by the thought, sure. But you refused to go there simply because Cecil couldn’t come up with anything better to do.

You look at him, and immediately bat that thought - the vagina all over cock one - away though, as you regard his complete lack of gumption. It’s tangible. Look at him now, for example. He’d seemed to like the way the air from his non-committal noise had filtered over the neck of his bottle, tucked under his folded chin. Indeed, he is now pursing his full, curvy lips, and blowing over the mouth of it until a soft series of “hoots” fill your booth.

You fold your arms and sigh.

You reckon that will amuse him for the next ten minutes at least, so clearly, once again, Cecil’s not the one coming up with a plan for the remainder of this evening.

It’s not that you ever really have to do anything with Cecil to have a good time. It’s just that, tonight, you’re antsy, and it’s making your thoughts wander in directions. Down below his zipper directions, so help you.

“Beer’s empty,” Cecil states flatly, finally noticing after sucking on the bottle for a mo, poking his wet pink tongue around the rim like the little wet cat boy he is. Cute though. Does things to you.

Anyway. You register his statement, but you observe that no action follows. He doesn’t look at all like he plans to do a damn thing about it.

You decide to test your theory, then. Your theory that Cecil’s simply a dead fish swept along in your river. That maybe he doesn’t even want to be here at all. Never did. That you are just another something that happened to happen to him.

“Do you wanna go get Mexican?” you offer, with ulterior motives Cecil is not shrewd enough to pick up on.

His eyes tick back from the captivating, shifting lights of the TV. “Sure,” he smiles softly at you, perfectly content, it seems - and yet, you are less than satisfied.

“See!” You smack the palms of your hands together in triumph, and he jumps. Pushes himself up a little straighter in the seat, his palms disappearing into the worn, lumpy upholstery. “See what I mean?”

He blinks at you blankly. Again.

Clearly not, then?

“You just go along with anything I say. We ate two hours ago, Cecil,” you complain, recalling the all you can eat Chinese buffet you and he had gorged on with two coupons you’d cut out of the newspaper. You drop your hands to your lap, dejectedly. You’re getting agitated with him, which surprises you, in truth. And still… there Cecil is. Unflappable. Calm. Constant. There are pros to his cons, for sure. “I just… I never know if you actually like what we’re doing, you know?”

“But. You always suggest things I like. So why would I say no?” He shrugs a little. “Tacos are good. I like tacos. I like…” he hoots into his bottle again as he says the word. “You-ooooooh.”

You hate to admit it, but his answer has you stumped for a moment. Cecil’s statements may generally be simple. Uncomplicated. But they can be oddly profound at times.

Christ. Maybe… Does the man actually have a valid point? Or, perhaps you’re looking too hard for meaning in his words - it’s possible. You feel like you’ve spent a lot of time lately looking hard at Cecil, perhaps to justify your bizarre and inexplicable feelings.

Possibly you’re even projecting. His seeming lack of independent willpower would certainly make that easy enough to do.

Maybe the man has a point though. Maybe he’s not as “easy-going” as you think he is. Maybe you’re just coincidentally so attuned to his desires that he’s never had cause to deny you. Maybe you are aligned with his desires. One and the same. “What if I asked you to do something you didn’t like, then?”

You slurp up the dregs of melted ice through your straw and Cecil blinks again as though it’s taking all of his processing power. Damn, though. You’re surprised that the fanning of those endlessly long cow lashes didn’t cause the curtains behind you to billow in the breeze they threw up. “Like what?”

You shake your head. Touch his arm to placate him. “Never mind, Cecil.” Christ. If he can’t even think of a single Thing He Wouldn’t Like, maybe you can safely stick to your dead fish hypothesis. It’s all the same to him. Just happening to him. He’s not choosing you.

That particular thought, when it arrives, niggles you more than expected, but you quash the growing agitation which rides in alongside it.

Meanwhile, Cecil looks around, quite visibly thinking. “I wouldn’t get up outta this seat,” he states adamantly, his voice croaked from all the blunts he’s worked through today. “I wouldn’t like that.”

You believe him. He’s practically sliding down to become a puddle on the floor. Dissolving into the bar furniture; becoming one with the upholstery.

Your lips curl up into a tender smile, remembering one particularly ridiculous night at Cecil’s. The night involving a 3am bong sesh, culminating in him genuinely believing he had merged with the couch, becoming a half-human half-upholstery monstrosity. He had waved the two huge, puffy couch cushions around as though they were his arms, and he’d grabbed you up in the middle of them like a grilled cheese, sandwiching you and taking you down to the floor where the two of you had rolled and laughed until you’d cried.

When the laughter had subsided to only the odd titter here and there, and you had lain on his disgusting rug almost nose to nose? That’s the first time you’d wanted to kiss him, and it turned out not to have been the last.

Fuck. You are rather fond of this idiot, aren’t you? How the fuck did that happen?

Engaged fully now though - slightly more lucid than your fond memory- Cecil sits up. Still slouched but this time over the table, his forearms bracing him against the surface. As he moves, you get a waft of his layered, stale cigarette smell. It’s… confusing, in its appeal. Should be off-putting, but you find, in fact, that it’s a comfort.

“No? You don’t wanna?”

With a rush of affection you link your arm through Cecil’s, and he slumps his head on to your shoulder as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You weren’t ready for the way his knotted curls brush your cheek, and it inspires a similarly dense and tangled knot to form in your middle.

“No.” It’s the most sure you’ve ever heard him sound. “I don’t wanna get up.”

“A minute ago we were going for Mexican food, Cecil.” There’s a beat. “That kinda involves movement, you realise?

He swivels his head towards you then, gaze all doe-eyed and pathetic, and the proximity of him parroting on your shoulder knocks you for six. “You mad at me or something, Hottie from Walmart?”

You snort. He doesn’t always pull out that nickname for you - how you’d been known to him before you had been known to him - but it always makes you sentimental when he does.

He shifts from you then, tilting his body towards you. Scrutinising you with apprehension in his sweet face.

Fuck him actually, and fuck his pouty beautiful kissable lips most of all.

You sigh, and you deliberately soften your face. He’s easy-going, sure, but he’s sensitive. Trouble slides off of his back, but other things… other things don’t slip off quite so well, and he often gets like this. Like he’s done something wrong, when he hasn’t.

You actively resist the urge to coddle him. To tenderly rake his somewhat grimy but beautiful curls off of his forehead.

You hardly want to examine the fact he brings out your… motherly instincts; but it doesn’t escape your attention that he always seems like he’s craving just a little nurturing. You want to take your thumb and smooth out the creases in his troubled brow.

“No, Cecil. I’m not mad at you. I’d tell you if I was and we’d talk about it.”

He nods.

You’re not mad at him. Really. And so, you take pause to wonder why this happy-go-lucky trait of his is particularly irking you today. “It’s mostly a good thing, I promise.”

“It is?”

“Yeah.”

He looks pleased for a minute and then: “Wait. What’s a good thing?”

You want to kiss his stupid mouth until he can’t think. Which you don’t think would take long at all, actually.

“That…” You think about how to phrase it, and it quickly occurs to you. “That. You’re my ‘yes man’.” He is expressionless for a moment, and you wait for comprehension to slowly crawl over him. “I mean, Cecil,” you take his clammy hand in yours. “That it’s always fun with you. I mean that you never shoot down my ideas. Even when you probably should.”

His face splits with a brief - goofy, but wholly endearing - smile. “You have fun with me?”

His big cow eyes go all soft and wet.

Oh boy. This idiot. If you didn’t have fun with him, even just sitting on his grotty couch, what other reason could you possibly have to hang out with him, huh?

You open your mouth to say as much before thinking better of it, but for once Cecil beats you to it.

“I have fun with you too, Hottie.”

It’s another one of those moments of levity that you’ve experienced surprisingly often with Cecil. One of those moments where everything feels a just little more profound. A little more magical. Sometimes, Cecil gets you in the gut just a little harder than expected.

Great. And now you’re thinking of Cecil all up in your guts.

“I should think so - I’m awesome. But, right now? All I’m saying is…” You tap your noggin. “Tank empty. No ideas. It’s your turn to decide what we do tonight? Okay?”

You search his eyes. His big, beautiful, sincere and secretless eyes. You silently ask the true question you want to ask him. I want to know what you want.

You’re not yet ready to admit the questions buried right beneath that one: do you want me back? Could you? Would you, Cecil?

“Yeah?” Cecil responds, unsure, and you immediately worry that you have, in fact, given him too much responsibility. His expression compresses in a frown of deep, deep concentration. Like he’s really wrestling with this.

You watch with bated breath, dying to see what he comes up with - if anything at all.

And then - aha - he finally has it.

“I could jerk off.”

“Wha-?” You playfully bat him in the arm, aghast. “Cecil!!”

“What?” A surprised, contrite laugh bobs in his throat.

“I mean.” You swallow. “How is that an idea for both of us?”

Oh that’s your problem with his idea?

That it’s not participatory enough?

“You could help.”

Your jaw drops open. “Cecil! I’m not gonna-” you switch to a loud whisper “-jerk you off!”

He blinks again, his eyes glinting with a gentle - ever so gentle - flicker of amusement. “You’re not a yes man,” he complains softly, his curly lips sneaking up into a curly smile. “Always shooting down my ideas.”

He bats his lashes at you and oh boy - even Cecil must be starting to figure out that you’re a sucker for those big, pretty brown eyes. Your one true weakness.

“That’s really what you want?” you ask, trying to keep things light. To keep your tone jokey and jovial, like always, despite the rising tremor in your voice. “It would involve getting up, you realise?”

He winks at you - a gesture which seems entirely unlike him and yet somehow works - and smirks down at his crotch. “Already am.”

“If you’re really so uncontrollably horny, why don’t you get someone else around here to help you, huh?” Your heart skips a beat. “Why me?”

He’s looking at you like he wants you but… he’s an opportunistic guy. Goes with the flow. That’s how things come to him; he’ll take his cigarettes and beers and fucks wherever and whenever he can get them.

He unceremoniously pulls out a rolled blunt and lights it up, the filter end pressed between his plush pink lips.

“No.” It bobs as he talks and he takes little, peppered drags to get the burn going.

“No?”

You blink at him dumbly now.

“No. I only want you.”

Correction. That’s the most sure of anything you’ve ever heard him.

He slips forward, exhaling his smoke into your mouth as his lips caress yours. “Come on,” he encourages. “Get going. Before my penis turns into a couch cushion.”

He kisses your laugh, and as his tongue slides hungrily against yours suddenly it isn’t quite so funny. Suddenly, you feel like maybe Cecil has the best ideas.

“Right here?” You reach down, and you smooth your palm over the clothed bulge at his crotch. “In the booth?”

“I’m already barred. Heh. What are they gonna do?”

You smile at him, licking your lips as Cecil bucks up into your hand, his head lolling back against the lip of his seat, and his pretty eyes fluttering closed.

He groans, as your fingers snake to tease open the button at his fly.

“Oops,” Cecil whispers contritely, almost immediately, his cheeks and his ears darkening with a deep crimson flush as he looks over to you. “I just… I…”

Oh God. He just came in his pants, didn’t he? Oh Lord that makes you inexplicably hot.

His big, pretty eyes are wet with apology. “Are you mad?”

“No, Cecil.” Poor baby. “I just think I should take you home and get you cleaned up, hmm?” You next words all run into one, as you struggle to get your new genius plan out of your mouth. “Mayberimyoualittlewhatdoyousay?”

Did you actually just suggest that you take him home to rim him? Good Lord.

He blinks rapidly, the colour in his cheeks flowering more, like a beautiful rose unfurling. “Y-Yes. I say yes.”

It’s a hare-brained plan, for sure, but you decide that for once,

you might as well just…

go with the flow.

It certainly works for Cecil.

#I bet I cave and watch it again #cecil dennis x reader #cecil dennis #Oscar Isaac

[gachawolfiebloom]

Your Pursuit of Perfection

Story and Artwork By: @GachaWolfieBloom

Alternate Ending: What have I Done?

Summary: A few months after the events of WOTFI 2023, SMG4 starts having really bad dreams about the "Its gotta be perfect" incident. One night however, his fear allows the nightmares to break through and he gets taken to a horrific dimension. He finally meets the tv adware, who manipulates him into returning to his insane ways, intent on claiming much more than the perfect video. Now it's up to his friends to stop this madness and save SMG4. Can they do it in time or will they lose SMG4 forever? (In case you are unaware this is a sequel to the its gotta be perfect movie)

Tags: angst, its gotta be perfect, love confession, luigi, mario, meggy, melony, nightmares, scary, smg3, smg4, smg34, smg3 x smg4, tari, tv adware

Author's Note: Okay okay I hear you. I have gotten comments on my Tumblr and Wattpad for the bad ending to your pursuit of perfection for quite some time, so here it is! This chapter leaves off right after the rap battle and answers the question lots of fans have been wondering: What would have happened if Smg4 gave in to Mr Puzzles? Warning that there is blood and gruesome descriptions in this.

The TV Adware shields his eyes, but opens them to find that rays of meme powers have hit Smg4. One speaks in a commanding voice to the corrupted man. "Your darkness cannot survive in our energy! Loosen your grip on Smg4's heart and let him speak!" The pink cracks on his face etched in deeper as the man they belonged to struggled to fight it. "NO!" Mr Puzzles had enough of this foolishness as he disappeared into the dark shadows behind him, determined to put a stop to this once and for all.

"This isn't working!" Meggy called out until a familar voice spoke "You...guys came back? You didn't forget about me?" They all tuned to see Four with his soft blue eyes, grieving in pain and speaking in a low croak. Tears formed in his eyes as he asked "You didn't replace or reject me?"

Tari smiled and said "Of course not! Why would you think that?" Four felt a dark cloud surrounding him while he was curled up on his knees. Why wasn't his corrupted form disappearing? "I thought that you would never forgive me for what I did. I wanted to forget it!" Suddenly that voice following him around was echoing through his ears once again. "Smg4...don't let these 'friends' fool you."

"Y-You...It was you that gave me those nightmares." The connection was running out and Four was distraught. "We can't hold it for that much longer!" One called out. When Three heard that, his heroic stupidity took hold as he let go of his fellow meme guardians and rushed towards Four. "THREE NO!" Meggy tried to stop him, but it was too late. Three grabbed his hand and tried to use their connection.

What happened next was quite unfortunate as Three awoke to find himself in Four's mind. He then saw his lover from another life and the tall TV man next to him. Mr Puzzles was whispering conflicting persuasions into his ear that made Three understand why Four was so broken.

"What have they done for you?"

"You could have had the perfect video if you didn't save him."

"You should be ruling this world with me."

"I'm your only friend."

Three's anger started to boil as he yelled "LET HIM GO!" Mr Puzzles chuckled and said "Why should I do that?" Three pulled out a bomb and said "Easy. Because I will KILL YOU!!!" He rushed towards him and threw the bomb, but the entertainer disappeared upon impact. Three looked all around and yelled "SHOW YOURSELF YOU FRICKING TV CRAP!!!"

Mr Puzzles reappeared behind him and said "Over here." Three turned and threw another explosive at him, but once again Mr Puzzles's great vanishing act had happened again. He kept reappearing in several spots for each explosion to happen a few seconds too late.

"Nope."

"Hello."

"Just missed me."

"I could do this for all eternity."

All according to plan.

Mr Puzzles played around with Three's emotions for a few more minutes until he appeared by Four and waved. Three was breathing tirelessly as his body ached with exhaustion. "What's wrong Smg3? Tired already? Aw that's a shame. I was having such a good time." Three could have never foretold what happened next. It would soon become the biggest regret of his life...or even his last moments.

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A MONSTER! THAT'S ALL YOU ARE!!!"

Mr Puzzles face didn't change into shock, but instead to a pleasing expression. "Oh my. Did you hear that Smg4?" Three's eyes widened as he noticed that Four was listening and his face was horrified like nothing Three had ever seen before. "You...hate me?" In a mad panic, Three tried to take back what he said. "NO! I WAS TALKING TO MR PUZZLES! I SWEAR I WOULD NEVER SAY THAT ABOUT YOU FOUR!"

Mr Puzzles placed a hand on his shoulder and said "I'm sorry Smg4, but this was what I was warning you about. Your friends never loved you and they never will." It was all made clear. Everything that Three had done was just what Mr Puzzles had wanted. Four's transformation was never permanent...but now it would be.

"You're right. You both were right. I'm a monster. I have no friends. I'm trapped with my wrongful actions. I'll never be anything more." Three covered his mouth with his hands. If anyone was feeling more immense guilt between the two, it was him. Out of everything he did to Four, this had crossed the line. The smirking Adware clapped his hands and said "Thank you Smg3. You finally admitted your true feelings for Smg4...didn't you."

"NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" He couldn't take it anymore as he grabbed Four and admitted "I LOVE YOU SMG4!" He hoped that admitting his real feelings would be enough to repair the damage he had caused, but no matter how much he tried Four was convinced that the opposite of Three's honest feelings was what everyone really thought of him.

Four's hands grew cold and his body shook. Three had hit his breaking point as he grabbed Four and pulled him into an embrace. He shut his eyes tightly, reopening them to find that the bond had broken and One and Two looked like they were about to collapse from exhaustion. Four was grimacing with anger back in his corrupted form. Mr Puzzles saw his opportunity and seized it when he yelled out "YOU ALL HAVE INTERFERED FOR THE LAST TIME! NIGHTMARE FOUR DESTROY THEM!" In a flash, the permanent transformation controlled the movement of a mad dash and Four gripped Three's wrist, growing tighter and tighter.

"Four! You're hurting me! Stop!" Four didn't listen as he could clearly sense what this being had said. "SHUT IT! YOU ALL HAVE TREATED ME LIKE A JOKE! I'LL SHOW YOU THAT I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED!!!"

"THREE! NOOO!" Meggy cried as a sharp pain filled his wrist. His vision blurred as he looked down and saw that Four had broken his wrist so badly that it was bleeding. The others watched in complete shock. They never had known what Four was capable of until right now.

Three tried to pull himself up, but a strong force pulled him up to their face. "Isn't it ironic that you have threatened to kill me so many times and I was actually the one who did it to you..." His past. He could have used his last bit strength to pull away and end the man's life for good just like his old self had promised. Instead he flashed a weak smile and said with tears "I'm sorry Four...for everything." He deserved to be put out of his misery. No matter how much he tried, his selfishness just made the one he loved suffer more. "If this will make you feel better...I'm ready."

That was the last thing he said before an arm pounded through his chest. A metallic taste filled his mouth and his eyes flickered out. It was his final moments. Four dropped the corpse and looked at the others with a flashing pink eye. "Don't worry, you're next!"

...

Silence. Sweet silence. Mr Puzzles sat upon his bitter throne while watching over his new kingdom. His partner watched along with him, eyes narrow. He should be happy. Finally no more nightmares. No more pain and suffering. Nobody to tell him he was worthless. These thoughts swarmed him until something else made him feel...different? Everything was shriveled up and the sky was blood red. Reminded him of someone's eyes.

A bunch of corpses lied down in the distance beneath them. One caught his eyes and he sighed. "Isn't this better Smg4?" He nodded and said "I'm going for a walk..." He left his once tranquil castle of the Showgrounds and looked down at the bleeding man. His chest had a huge hole in it and his face looked tired.

Four looked down at his hands, covered with blood. Those memories. Those feelings. Those good times. It was filled with so much more happiness than what had come now. Maybe even better if Three and him had become...

Tears started to stream down his face as he collapsed onto his knees. He held his lover in his arms, looking down at his sweet face. Corpses of his friends surrounded them as sadness and loneliness was the only thing to keep him company now. Gone. Gone forever. A lump in his throat had formed and a shaky voice said the only thought he had left.

"Oh god. What have I done?"

You've made things perfect...

#angst #it’s gotta be perfect #love confession #luigi #smg4 mario #smg4 meggy #smg4 melony #nightmare #scary #smg3 smg4 #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 x smg4 #smg4 tari #tv adware

[biscuitsngravie]

Our Eternity

cw/tw: vampire!gojo, blood, blood drinking, satoru x suguru, accidental fluff

Summary: Gojo says he's a vampire. Geto "believes" him until he one day he's met with a starved beast in his kitchen.

Part Two

The two lay in bed, Gojo snuggled into Getou’s chest, his breath rising and falling ever so gently. The fingers massaging his scalp with occasional twirls of his hair coax him further into the abyss of sleep. His stubbornness, much like an unruly newborn, wills him to stay awake. He feels rumbling in Geto’s chest before he hears the hushed chuckle. Rubbing his face into his boyfriend’s side and tightening his grip around him, Gojo sleepily asks, “Whats so funny?”

Geto smiles and kisses the top of his head. “I’m on TikTok, you wanna see?” he offers as he prepares what he really wants to say. He brings the phone to Gojo’s face when he feels an affirmative hum, unsurprised his boyfriend can barely keep his eyes open. “You should get some sleep,” he whispers, a kiss to the forehead this time. 

“Don’t wanna,” Gojo grumbles in protest, “wanna spend time with you.” he nuzzles in the crook Geto’s armpit, as though that’s the way he can finally fuse with him. Being this close is never close enough, even with his body clinging to him as desperately as drops of morning dew on a young sprout.If Geto won’t turn, the least he could do is let Gojo live in his skin.

Geto takes the hint and puts his phone off to the side, enveloping Gojo in his embrace. He sighs as he does so, feeling Gojo become more relaxed in his arms. “You’ve been up all day and you wanna stay up all night, too? Hm? It’s already two-thirty.”

— — —

“Day.” “Night.” such trivial words these were, said without a second thought until Gojo came up to him one day saying, “I’m a vampire,” later clarifying only half on his mother’s side. At the time Geto tried to ignore the serious look in his eye, desperate to convince his dear Satoru and himself that the timing was ill-fitting as it was too late for April Fool’s, and too early for Halloween. 

But all it took was tiniest quiver of a lip and one soft plea for Geto to believe him. Or at least say he believed him. Though he couldn’t accept it at first, whatever Satoru was going through was real to him, and that’s all that mattered. 

Except… he’s actually a fucking vampire. 

“But I’ve seen you in the sun?!”

“Pfft, not everyone burns in the sun, Sugu, I don’t have that gene.”

“But what about fangs?”

“Retractable.”

“We had garlic bread last week!”

“Ugh, that was a myth. This one guy was allergic and it started a whole thing,” he waved off, rolling his eyes, “Honestly it was  a meme, but humans got a hold of it—”

“You guys had memes?!”

At that Gojo had scoffed. “Yes! We didn’t have a word for it, yet, but yeah. We wanted to see how long it would take for you guys to figure it out. It’s been… a couple hundred years now…”

The flurry of questions and come when Gojo stumbled in after a seventy-four hour shift at the hospital. His limitless battery working on surgery after surgery following a train derailing had finally drained. Though his stamina was far beyond that of any vampire and undoubtedly above any humans, the mental strain and extensive procedures were his perfect counter. It only made sense that he’d mistakenly wandered into Geto’s apartment unannounced using his copy of the key. Geto was startled awake from a bang and incoherent grumbling. 

“Where the fuck is it?!”

Rushing to his kitchen in nothing but his boxers he saw it: pointed ears, extended claws, bared fangs and pupils that sat as slits in deep maroon eyes. He seemed bigger than usual, despite being hunched slightly in aggravation, in hunger. A low growl escaped him before his expression of anger was replaced by that of confusion. He blinked a few times before speaking, not bothering to wipe the drool dripping down his chin. His face softened, though his features remained sharp. “Suguru? What are you doing here?”

Geto couldn’t process the question at first, trying to take it all in: the adrenaline from thinking someone broke into his home; the relief that it was his boyfriend being stupid, only to find him like…this. A million thoughts raced through his mind, yet none were voiced from his mouth as it hung agape. 

Holy shit. He’s actually a vampire.

“I-It’s… my apartment…”

Gojo looked at him incredulously at first before taking a look around. Groaning in embarrassment, he slapped his hand to his face, making Geto wonder how he hadn’t poked an eye out. “Fuck I’m…” his posture straightened as he tried to hide his features, forcing them to retract. “Shit, did I wake you?”

“What were you looking for?” he almost wanted to kick himself in his own ass for asking such a stupid question, so followed up with, “I can help you.”

If Geto had hearing anywhere near the quality of Gojo’s he’d have heard the vampire’s heart beating so wildly it sounded as if it was daring to jump out his chest. Drool trickled out the corners of both sides of his mouth, his tongue helplessly flapping around as he imagined what Geto tasted like. It wouldn’t be the first time, and quite honestly, with his level of smelling Gojo could almost construct a flavor profile. But this, being offered—

“Satoru?”

The thought of how nice it would be. When was the last time he had a taste? Warm, fresh from—

“You there?”

His fangs bared again, his claws and ears slowly peeking through as he dizzied himself with the possibilities. The places he’d bite. How. It wasn’t until Geto flicked his forehead to bring him back to reality. He was shaken back to reality to see a disgruntled Geto. 

“Go sit on the couch. Now.”

Aimlessly nodding, he followed hand in hand. When sat he had watched as Geto fiddled with his own hands at first, his leg bouncing as he tried to adjust. Shaky hands combed through ever still unfettered bedhead as a form of self-soothing before finally sweeping his hair to one side, his eyes looking expectantly at Gojo before looking downward.

“Are…” Gojo bit his lip, covered in saliva that was ever pouring out now as he listened to the racing of Geto’s heart, the beat starting to resemble his own. He grabbed Geto’s hand and interlaced their fingers. “Are you sure?”

“What…” Geto took a deep breath in futility to calm his heart, “what happens if you don’t drink…blood?” it took a moment for him to look up at Gojo, to really take him in. He looked so… so different. So angular, so hungry, starved even. The red in his eyes taking over the blue Geto was used to seeing almost felt scary, and yet…yet he looked just the same. Just like his Satoru.

Seeing Geto’s gaze soften, Gojo took the chance to get closer to him on the couch. “Well… first we get really irritable—”

“You don’t say,” Geto snorted, rolling his eyes.

Gojo chuckled in slight embarrassment, squeezing his hand. “And depending on how long it’s been, our bodies go into like… this ‘survival’ mode, kind of. We don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s like… all our senses are heightened to find blood. As much of it as we can, as soon as we can. And if that goes on for too long, we kinda go…” wary of scaring him, Gojo decided to keep the details to himself, grateful when he received an understanding nod. “Yeah.”

Geto thought everything over for some time and sighed to himself, resolute in his decision. “Your house is too far, I don’t think you’d make it so…” he bared his neck once again and hoped he didn’t come off as stiff as he felt. 

In his right mind, Gojo would have argued with him, assured him that he’d make it home just fine. He would have teased him, telling him that drinking from the neck is a silly little human thing. He would have had so much to say. But he wasn’t. He was a slave to his body and his needs, and more than anything, there was only one thought on repeat in his head. 

Feed.

Closing the gap between them, he took Geto’s face in his hand to turn his face back towards him, smiling as softly as he could before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A silent thank you hung between them when they pulled away. Gojo kept eye contact as he untangled their fingers and brought Geto’s wrist to his mouth. 

He watched as his eyes widened at the realization, then contorted in pain as his fangs sunk beneath his skin. Gojo could hear it, feel it in his pulse as Geto’s heart raced. He brought a hand to his cheek to soothe him, willing him to breathe. He placed his hand over Geto’s chest and began modeling slowed breaths, waiting for him to come down with him. As Geto followed suit, the real event began, as Gojo began to drink. 

The initial pierce of skin was already tantalizing, but to taste him, to feel him. The warmth against his tongue and in his throat was like a high in itself, making his skin tingle and his vision blur as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He was savory, a slight saltiness underlying his complex flavor. Gojo grunted in satisfaction, moving his hand from Geto’s chest to his thigh to keep himself steady. As some of the blood leaked from beneath his lips, the smell wafted into his nostrils, causing a moan to vibrate between the two of them. 

In his right mind he would’ve checked on his Suguru, would have searched his face for discomfort, asked questions on if he needed a break. In his right mind, Gojo would’ve stopped a minute ago, trying to take very little to keep his boyfriend from suffering side effects apart from dizziness. But in his right mind he was not. He wanted to take take take. He needed it, he needed to feed. He was already so greedy for everything Geto had to offer him, and this was no exception. 

When Gojo pulled back with a glaze over his eyes, his irises returning to his signature blue, all he could do was smile dopily as he met tired eyes. He licked the wounds to encourage them to close and nuzzled his mostly clean cheek against Geto’s. “M’sorry,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” Geto responded weakly. “Are you good now? All your,” he gestured haphazardly, his arms feeling as fragile as twigs as he did, “stuff disappeared.”

“I am, thank you. So much.”

Geto only hummed in response, already at threat of dozing off. “Is poppin’ a boner while feeding a vampire thing, too?” he asked cheekily, assuming his own answer when Gojo changed a few hues. 

“Uh… that’s just a me thing,” a Suguru thing, to be quite honest. “Why, you wanna take care of it?” he asked with a smirk, kissing the two small dots on his wrist.

Getou glared through his delirium. “You want my blood and for me to take care of your boner? Never knew I was dating someone so selfish—”

“You offered!”

“Yeah cause you looked like shit!”

“Well now you look like shit!”

“Well whose fault is that?!”

Gojo rolled his eyes as he stood up, gathering an uncharacteristically willing Geto in his arms to carry him back to his bed. “Let’s get you back to sleep.”

“I’m not a baby,” he grumbled, his voice too soft to hold a real argument anymore as he drifted.

“You’re mine.”

“Fuck you.”

“When you feel better.”

— — —

That was three years ago. Feeding had become a bonding time for the two as Geto learned about vampire culture. He learned about the nuances of the use of the terms “night” and “day,” and spent copious hours studying the history and biology of hereditary and turned vampirism. He’d spent so much time telling Gojo no to his one request since he’d disclosed his status, scared of more things than a man could count (though maybe not a vampire). His brain was once foggy and muddied with the thoughts that would no longer pass through, but make camp in his mind. Once the internal council came to a conclusion, peace finally took stake in his heart. 

July 25

“Satoru…” he says so softly that the only weight it holds is everlasting fondness. “I think I’m ready to turn.”

Gojo’s eyes snap open.

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an: so this was supposed to be a smut piece but i wrote fluff by accident. part two will have the smut, dont u worry! 🫡 im uploading this part rn tho instead of waiting till tomorrow to start it cause i am impatient 🫡 this is a mini fic spinoff from my original nanami vamp fic that im not uploading anymore dsofoshdl

#vampire gojo #vampire!au #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satoru x suguru #suguru geto #blood #blood drinking #suguru x satoru #satosugu #sugusato #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #satosugu fluff #sugusato fluff #fluff #🌱 #jordussy

[good-night-dodger]

Bughead Fandom Love Day

We are incredibly lucky to have so many talented creators in our fandom. I want to thank you all for your gifs, your fics, your fanart, your memes, your comments, your presence. The last few years haven't been easy in canon (to say the least), but we can always rely on you to make it better.

To kick start Bughead Appreciation Week, here are 20+ Bughead fics, new and old, that I revisit often.

Detention by @lovedinapastlife

(wise men say) only fools rush in by @anniemurphys and @syl-s

I would woo you in a quiet place (if i could speak the words) by @honestlyhappymoon

How Things Could Be by GoingQuietly

Playlist Amour by @1sleepydormouse

For All the Words I Can't Speak Aloud (I'll write down in verse) by @itsindiansummer13

Tacos and Tequila by @jugandbettsdetectiveagency

Harvest to Home by @writeradamanteve

Jellybean's babysitter by @cooperandjonesinc

(my youth ain't) tangled up in bad decisions by @anniemurphys

The blonde in the window by @sadie-quinn

A New Creature by @thepointoftheneedle

The Space Between by @bugheadsextape

Southside High by @noorakardemmomesaetre

otherworldly (is how i describe you) by @riverdalenerdlol

Milkshakes & Chastity Belts by darlingdearestdead

if i told you who i am (can i call you baby?) by @thetaoofbetty

Of Midnight and Moonlight by @likemereckless

Summer Shivers by @lucivar

do you like or like like me? by @stonerbughead

In vain I have struggled by @purple-spring

Betty Cooper and the Elixir of Life by @easyluckyfree45

a revelation in the light of day by @iconic-ponytail

a great language by @heartunsettledsoul

#bughead appreciation week #day 1 #bughead #there are many more but i had to stop somewhere #bughead fic recs

[kedsandtubesocks]

Keddie!! I love u and ur big wrinkly brain. 😌🌷✨ also tiktok now keeps showing me Star Wars edits and *i* personally think we, Reader, need to use the force to do something cool and kick ass like pull up a space ship or something. But then it almost wipes us out bc we’re not *that* strong yet. 🥺🥺

Mermie pls I have only a small Garfield sized brain YOU are the one with the biggest wrinkly brain!! (It’s probably the most wrinkly heeheehee)

And YES!! The power of Mando Bkg pulling up those Star Wars tiktoks for you 😏 also omg I feel like I’ve become the Charlie Day conspiracy board meme with how much star wars and mando culture I’ve been bombarding you with I’m SORRY LMAO 😭

But my honey you are so right, it’s about time we showed that grumpy explosive Mandalorian WHY we earned the respected title of Jedi knight isn’t it??? ✨

๋࣭ ⭑ ☾𖤓๋࣭ ⭑ ๋࣭ ⭑ ☾𖤓๋࣭ ⭑

The troopers are getting on his damn nerves. He is able to take them out but stars be damned, this is getting exhausting. He couldn’t even focus on judging you because yeah, he wanted to. He wanted to see what was so impressive about the Jedi. This was the first real moment he could witness you in combat. Mandalorian’s were battle forged. Battle was when you saw the core essence of a person, could learn their entire being from just one move

Bakugo wasn’t a fucking fool. He knew the legends of the Jedi, the ancient enemy, knew about the sorcerers who were considered just as fierce warriors as his kind were.

The first moment your lightsaber flourished to life he almost rolled his damn eyes. What kind of warrior only fights with one dumb little light stick?

Now the blinding flash of it blurred in his peripherals and he even couldn’t process it. He had to focus on his damn battle. He couldn’t baby sit you. You - who seemed to just mediate, be a boring arbitrator, and get on his every living nerve.

Suddenly the troopers start to up and leave fast. And then ground rumbles. It shakes with an awful approach of something dreadful. Both you and him whip your head down the town’s road. There turning the corner, imposing as hell, is a Scorpenek droid.

“Fuck.” Bakugo spits out.

But in its rumbling approach, cries pierce the air even faster. There hiding against the wall in the line of sight of the battle droid are two little girls, sisters clutching each other terrified. The droid auto locks on the two and begins the approach.

Bakugo moves-

But so do you, without hesitation.

That’s when he watches you go before him. Your saber is unreleased. Rapidly and with unrelenting attack you now weave through the remaining troopers with such precision it stills Bakugo momentarily. Your footwork is sloppy and rushed but it’s committed. You leave victorious destruction in your wake and he can barely see your face because you entire focus is getting to the girls.

You get a running start to jump fast and high. You land before the girls immediately shifting in a protective stance with your lightsaber drawn on the defense. The saber’s glow illuminates your face, sweat drenched and contorted in focus. Before him you are a knight, a warrior, unwavering to your opponent. Bakugo soars up high.

The two of you focus all your attention on the droid. Bakugo attacks from all angles and you do not move once from your post protecting the children. When the damn thing's barrier is finally broken, the battle shifts.

“Bakugo!” You suddenly shout at him, his name, in the voice of a commander. “I got a plan! Together! One last time we attack together!”

“Yeah!” He roars back. Then you outstretch your hand. That’s when he see it, those damn magic whatever powers. The sand floats. The droid contorts as if possessed by some unknown spirit but the stress grows stronger and stronger on your face.

You were holding the battle droid still for him to land the final blow.

And he does. Bakugo dives down, explosives ready at the wrist, and fucking blows the thing to pieces.

The battle dissipates fast and he lands back on the ground whipping his helmet to you. But you don’t even see him. You are kneeling and facing the two girls. They cry even louder clutching onto you and you hold them tight, comforting.

The mandalorian warrior stays silent as you carry one of the girls in your arms and the other stays clinging to your robes. Even as composed as you are, he sees it. The discolor in your face and the edge of exhaustion bleeding into your eyes is evident. Your tired smile is so relieved when the girls run sobbing to their father who is thankfully safe. Bakugo however stays vigilant watching you.

“I’m heading back to help search and rescue.” He announces and you nod moving in step beside him, eyes not even looking at him. He wonders if you might be the one possessed now.

“Shouldn’t you sit your ass down, shitty Jedi?” Bakugo asks.

“M’fine.” Your voice is slightly slurred now, battle worn.

You take one more step and that’s when you pitch forward, tripping on your own damn dumb legs that have buckled under exhaustion. It takes him only two steps to move and catch you, steady and sturdy.

“Damn moron.” He knew it. He saw it brewing, the limit a warrior reaches in battle, and knew this was coming.

“Shut up blasty, I’ll be fine.” You sigh breathless.

“Stop moving!” He barks at you because of course your dumbass is trying to fidget out of his arms to keep moving. You’re fierce. He can see it in the annoyance flashing in your eyes but, it’s admirable. He can’t even deny that.

“You need to sit your ass down.” He tells you simple and straightforward like he’d tell his fellow warrior.

“You need to go away.” He rolls his eyes at your childish deadpan but begins leading you back to the medic station. You do not fight him.

Bakugo takes each step slow, eased, not to rush you. Then he feels it. The weight of your body shifts to fully lean against on him. An unspoken solidarity settles between you two, mandalorian and Jedi both a united team victorious. But, the fierce mandalorian war hero now wants to rip apart his chest so badly because he wants, no needs, to get rid of it - this the wave of something proud and fond bubbling disgustingly fast beneath his beskar armor.

“Bet you were a damn headache to train. You’re stubborn as shit.” Bakugo comments.

“Look who’s talking.” You snort and it’s amused, comradely. “And excuse you, but all my mentors at the temple said I was a delight to train and have during lessons.”

Your voice is chirped, brightly proud, gaining a bit of your spirit back. And he can’t help it. He laughs, a bark of a thing but he laughs and he fucking hates it.

“Yeah I fucking bet.” He hates even more that he means those words.

#the battle theme music for us and bakugo is L'Impeto Oscuro from the kingdom hearts soundtrack #literally had it on repeat in my head thinking about this #also a part of me now wants to have us watch the phantom menance so I can freak out pointing out the lightsaber battles and now that’s us!! #but I digress!!! #Mermie my maiden this ask was everything thank you thank you thank you!!! #I hope I did your Mando boyfriend justice 🪐💫✨ #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about star wars #across the stars: mandalorian bakugo #also #mermie’s tag 🐚✨

[mindsmade]

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls from v. to v. gender neutral bathrooms let's go

meme

❛  I will literally pay you to stop cautionin' me about Songbird.  ❜ Typical that his implied complaint comes with a side of toilet-flushing sounds a few stalls away. The ensuing silence is broken by the zipper of his jeans coming down, and all that naturally follows.

'Sure, she's got a pretty face — big doe eyes, pouty lips I know you go all soft-hearted for, but do I really gotta tell ya not to be fooled by all that?' he hears from the other side of the barrier between Viv's and his stalls.

Vince doesn't respond; not for Viv to see or hear, at least. He shakes his head only, suppressing a sigh ( directed mainly at himself for all his naivety ). He realizes all too well she's got a point. He should keep some semblance of distance, at least, but he's instead all too eager to dive headlong into whatever Songbird has ready for him, for them — because somehow, he feels he can just trust her.

Maybe he'll be designated the class clown for it once the end of their collaboration rolls around, yet he's growing more convinced by the day that this won't be the case. He'll get to tell Viv and Val 'told you so' before all is said and done.

❛  Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. I'm gettin' better at it though, aren't I? Scepticism and all that?  ❜

'Sure, until you go all googly heart-eyes 'cause you're attracted to someone. Fuckin' gonk.'

❛  Fuck off. I've got a gut feelin' here.  ❜

''Member what I said a while ago? Take your gut feelin' with a massive grain of salt — you of all people.'

He won't. He knows he won't. The current of his fascination with Songbird and her promise is too overwhelming for him to posit himself as some ... deeply-rooted rock, stable and unmoving. He's never been like that, and he won't be anytime soon — not even at Viv's insistence.

❛  Good thing I got you to dump a whole bag of salt on me when I inevitably fail to do as told, huh?  ❜

He pulls up his zipper, flushes, and rushes off to wash his hands ( literally, and of this conversation ). ❛  When you're done shittin' all over me and the toilet, meet me outside. I'm gonna scope out the black market for a new silencer.  ❜

#mercysought #query / ic. #❛ thread / v. #man's equal parts amused and annoyed and that about tracks i feel dFDSFJS #GODDD skells when i tell u i am holding these two close to my chest rn ..... !!!

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

The calls contain important references from Victor’s Glacier Date. So, please make sure you read the date first! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

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[1st Call]

Victor: I was in a video conference just now and couldn’t pick up your call.

Victor: Anyway, I’d really like to know what on earth is it that happened to a certain someone?

Victor: Why did I receive a bunch of crying and rolling around memes the second I turned on my phone? 

MC: That… it’s actually not that big a deal.

MC: It’s just that I really don’t want to come to work anymore, sob sob sob sob––!

Victor: …

Victor: I seem to have heard the exact words more than once.

Victor: Why is it that every time a vacation ends, a certain someone always adheres to making this complaint without exception?

MC: Because every time I come back to work on the first day, it feels like being in hell!

MC: And especially since we were away for so long this time, it’s really like I’ve returned to the hell inside the hell!

MC: We received feedback on the previous works, and now we have to do follow-ups on them. At the same time, we also have to prepare for new projects.

MC: We still haven’t landed on a schedule regarding when I’ve to go to LFG to submit the quarterly report, so I still have to check with Goldman…

MC: By the way, the report I missed before the vacation, I’ll email it to you later at…

Victor: I remember it’s supposed to be the lunch break at [MC’s Company Name] right now.

MC: Eh?

Victor: I mean, how come a certain someone who says she doesn’t want to work is calling me and still talking about work?

MC: …!!

MC: In fact, there are, of course, also other things outside of work that I want to talk to you about~

MC: For instance… uhh… for instance, I think the sky doesn’t look good today, and there’s a good chance that it might rain!

Victor: It will indeed rain, but it’s gonna stop around 7 pm.

Victor: Have you forgotten? You put the umbrella in my bag in the morning.

MC: Sob sob, it turns out that I already reminded you… I’m dizzy from all the work rush.

MC: …by the way, Pudding hasn’t been eating very actively lately. So, I opened a can for it in the morning, and its appetite seemed to have improved a little~

Victor: That’s just its habitual trick, and it does the same thing every time it gets a craving for canned food.

Victor: And you are the only one it still manages to fool every time.

MC: …that’s because it calls out so pitifully every time! Oh, there’s also…

Victor: All right, no need to rack your brain to divert the subject.

Victor: Just now, I simply wanted to remind you to not get bogged down in work all day long. Occasionally, you should also hop around a little bit and let your mind rest for a while.

Victor: Let’s end the chat here for now. My next meeting is about to start.

Victor: Do you still have to work overtime tonight?

MC: Mm, I need to work over…

Victor: Remember to text me when you’re almost finished. Don’t worry, I’ll bring late-night snacks as comfort.

–

–

[2nd Call]

Starts at – 2:07

–

Victor: Are you working overtime tonight?

MC: No. It just happens that I can get off work on schedule. Just need five more minutes, and I’ll be able to sneak out of here~

Victor: That’s good. Come with me when you’re done, and we’ll go together to pick up the car.

Victor: The 4S store contacted me in the afternoon and said that the maintenance has been done and it’s good to be received today.

MC: Okay!

MC: It drove us through the desert and onto the glaciers. It was indeed time for it to take proper rest.

MC: By the way, has the scratch on the front of the car been repaired too?

Victor: It’s fixed. That was especially taken care of to make it exactly the same as before.

Victor: Or perhaps we could leave it as it was. You know, as a commemoration of a certain dummy’s driving skills.

MC: Victor! There’s no need for this kind of commemoration!

MC: Besides, I got it scruffed just that one time… all my parallel parking was perfect after that!

Victor: It was indeed perfect. It’s just that the duration became directly proportional to the result.

Victor: I had finished reading several emails, and a certain someone was still staring into the rearview mirror, meticulously adjusting the steering wheel.

MC: I was just being cautious, that’s all! Haven’t you heard of the saying, “it is better to be late in this world than to be early in the next”~

Victor: I’ve indeed heard of it. But if I remember correctly, this is a slogan to exhort drivers against running red lights.

Victor: A certain someone trying to use that as a justification for dilly-dallying while parking doesn’t seem very convincing.

MC: CEO Victor, you don’t need to poke holes into such small, insignificant details.

MC: How come you happen to notice all my occasional mistakes... my driving skills clearly aren’t that bad.

MC: You probably don’t know. You were so comfortable that you were actually snoring when we were on the highway~

Victor: ...okay, let’s assume that you’re telling the truth.

MC: What assume... what I said is exactly what happened! I’ll most definitely be the driver next time and wipe clean the “bad” impression you have of me.

MC: But calculating the time, it’ll be quite a while before we go on our next trip...

Victor: It doesn’t need to be quite a while. You can experience that one more time today.

MC: What?

Victor: It doesn’t only have to be the self-drive tours. You can also practice your skill on the route to when we go to work and return home.

Victor: I didn’t drive up here today, all so to give a certain someone the opportunity to “prove herself.”

Victor: All right, five minutes have passed. Come to LFG now. I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.

—

#merry christmas everyone~ 🎄⛄❤️ #hhhhhgnnn i can’t with their all married couple talks akskfjsjk #their phone calls are always like this lol all married couple talks 😂😭🫠💘 #mlqc victor #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc #mr love victor #mr love queen's choice #恋与制作人 #李泽言 #love and producer #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc translations

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ THE WOMBATS / B - Z Sides ( PART TWO ) always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"I watch repeated wildlife shows to keep my mind ticking."

"I bought a book of Churchill quotes and I thought it might be interesting."

"At least it diverts attention from the things that we all know we should say."

"What a wonderful distraction you are."

"Our friends keep vanishing for their jobs in the city, then reappear as vacant ghosts with titles that no one understands."

"I hope my thoughts don't stray off topic again."

"Keep your feet grounded."

"This is not the time for grandiose."

"Something's not right here."

"The paint watches me as I dry here."

"The pain watches me as I waltz through this black hole."

"I don't feel violent."

"I feel somewhat enlightened."

"The best of us always seem to have the most downfalls."

"When did we get addicted to the cure?"

"Sometimes I get aggravated with my concept of time."

"I am still withdrawing from you."

"Our heads tell us to stop as our chests scream out for more."

"I can see an avalanche rushing towards me."

"Something's making that snow look so inviting."

"I miss the safety of home, but perhaps this is what I need."

"We're young, we're free."

"We're ultimately in denial."

"What's left to lose?"

"We never get what we want without hard work and big compromise."

"I'm not bitter all the time."

"It's not the sociopaths that scare me."

"I'll never get rid of this false endeavor."

"You're so infuriating."

"Was I that infuriating?"

"It's not the Illuminati that scares me, it's the people further down the ranks."

"The creatures like you that are so controlling."

"Rest assured, I'll be on my little-caped crusade."

"God knows that I don't hate you."

"My hand hovers over a button of self-destruct."

"I've lost something that was an integral part of me."

"How can I ignore someone that makes me so happy?"

"It's not impeccable wit that makes me smile."

"She had said something that made me fall to my knees."

"You were always the emo type."

"I don't care much for fashion or socialites."

"The nihilists always get my vote."

"All she ever wanted was a little direction."

"All she ever made where the worst impressions."

"I'm a robot like you."

"I'm a maze of coiling wires held together with glue."

"I'm an artificial man with some artificial plans."

"Instead I pondered my fate."

"I know there's something wrong deep inside."

"She's gonna try and suck my blood tonight."

"What are you gonna do to me?"

"Don't strip me of my dignity."

"Let's steer from trouble just as far as we can."

"Just look at what you've done to me."

"You've stripped my of my dignity."

"You've made a monster out of me."

"I'll wear a smile as she starts draining me of life."

"Just grant me one last request."

"I wanna go where the action is."

"What a beautiful night to be an unexploded bomb."

"Let's not apologize for who we are or what we've done."

"The worst battle is not the one fought."

"Let's hope there's no mirrors in the toilets tonight so we don't have to see what's really going on in our eyes."

"It's now cool to read fairytales as long as you rip out the end."

"Something unwelcome is moving in."

"You described me as a charming nowhere man."

"You must be sick of these rhyming metaphors."

"I've begged all that I can."

"You're a firing squad."

"Despair has its own calms."

"I remember those good old days, happily lost in my charmless nowhere place."

"The greatest fears stem from mum and dad."

"I just do the best with whatever I have."

"Don't resort to violence."

"There's more powerful tools to be found in silence."

"When did peace and love become police and handcuffs?"

"When push comes to shove, you've got to man up."

"I'm the mosquito on your wall and the doubt in your mind."

"Desperation does as desperation feels."

"You used to be my shelter from the storm."

"You were the only book to ever put me in a trance."

"I have more fun when I'm alone."

"This is relentless."

"You must think I'm a fool."

"Why the wandering eye?"

"Don't you know that it's not okay to be a narcissist."

"It's not okay to let me down like this."

"I'm her mosquito, she's my killer bee."

"Together we're something alone we can't be."

"Instead of going home, why don't you just come close."

"Let's see how far we can go."

"Let's see how lost we could be."

"I yearn to detox but I'm retoxing again."

"Don't compare me to them."

"I'd do anything for an easy life."

"Sense didn't help, sense left me blind."

"Fear and coconut water will always be my favorite blend of drink."

"Happy hour must end just as our darkest hours."

"Twist your knife deep into me."

"We're different creatures with similar needs."

"If we can't be kamikaze lovers, then we can never be friends."

"Now we're much too close to be driven apart."

"Why would I shake your hand when I can shake your bed?"

"Sometimes I dream of your sweet demise."

"Always playing the victim."

"You're a tormentor."

"You don't play well with others."

#rp memes #meme #memes #starter sentences #sentence starters #starter meme #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay

[randomfoggytiger]

Fannish Year Review (2023)

Thank you to @amplifyme and @frogsmulder for tagging me!

1. Your main fandom of the year: The X-Files (always); but also the Duchovny fandom. It was a fun ride the entire year. And the late bloomer was Beauty and the Beast 1987-- thank you, amplifyme, for roping me in. ;))

2. Your favorite film this year: The Tv Set. (For an approximation of my taste, see Random Harvest, Arsenic and Old Lace, Empire of the Sun, Fools Rush In, Good Will Hunting, and An Ideal Husband.)

3. Your favorite book this year:  I read four? books this year; and I to hand favorite book to The Evil Men Do by Michaud.

4. Your favorite album or song this year: Don't listen to music much; buuuut I always get sucked down by this very specific version of Rush E.

5. Your favorite TV shows this year:  The X-Files, Beauty and the Beast 1987, The Last of Us.

6. Your favorite Tumblr community this year: I only participate in fandom fandom for txf and DD; but I did enjoy amplifyme's BATB posts as well.

7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year:  Beauty and the Best 1987.

8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: For me? Strangely, the Barbie movie. Glad everyone else vibed with it-- seemed like a fun time~. The excitement and fun and memes were wonderful, regardless.

9. Your TV/movie boyfriend of the year: The boyfriendification phenomenon ended for me in middle school when I realized I crushed on people who were simply a version of myself or a trait I aspired to attain (this was in middle school, I believe.) Haven't felt that way since. :DD

10. Your TV/movie girlfriend of the year: Previous answer applies; but that's boring so I'll add--

Scully tied with Diana Bennett but for different reasons. Scully because her fashion-- sleek, professional, simple-- is my style incarnate; but more importantly, her beautiful (hand model's) manicures finally got me to notice and take care of my own nails (more). Diana because she wasn't afraid of other people or how they perceived her. I also admire both of their work ethics, their body language, and the individual ways they talk.

11. Your biggest squee moment of the year: I squee over "real" people, e.g. my mutuals and their creativity and good days, DD's successes this year and his family hanging out and looking happy, making people laugh in the tags or sending asks that reinforces their value to the community or to me an individual, etc. Moments that we can come together as internet friends or irl strangers or even anons and enjoy whatever relationship we have in the moment, no matter if it changes, waxes or wanes. Because I have faith in the good ones; and I'm content knowing they're living life and either enjoying or working towards peace.

Tagging (if you haven't already): @baronessblixen, @welsharcher, @agent-troi, @suitablyaggrieved, @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @perpetually-weirdening, @aloysiavirgata, @cecilysass, @spidey-is-tired, @wexleresque, @tofuttim, @slippinmickeys, @virtie333, @writingwell, @ibringyouasong89, @lilydalexf, @settle-down-frohike, @nachosncheezies, @television-overload, @numinousmysteries, @rosedyl, @sonictacocat, @stephy-gold, @oohnotvery, @two-microscopes, @teenie-xf, @enigmaticdrblockhead, @enigmaticxxbee, @gabby-msr, @cyb3rpeach, @demon-fetal-harvest, @ragnarockz, and whoever else wants~.

#Fannish Year Review #2023 #me #tried to keep this short #that's what I'm going to do next year! keep my posts short #I do love to ramble; but who has the time to read it all? #and that's just fine with me. Will probably save me from nonexistent hand cramps~ ;)))

[dotster001]

It’s fine with the mashup thing!! It’s my fault for spelling stuff wrong also lol-Plus I loved it either way! You don’t need to work on another, I love all your stuff so I’m happy with whatever you do!

-🦈

Event Closed

(so, I heard ya loud and clear, but I already knew who I wanted to match you with, so here ya go!)

I match you with Epel Felmier.

*Coughs* Short kings

He sees your anxiety. He'll be your big strong guy! You know the, "excuse me, he asked for no pickles." Meme? Yeah that's you and Epel now.  Sometimes he'll do things to show off that accidentally raise your stress levels (ie. Doing stupid  stunts on a blastcycle) but usually he's pretty well aware of your anxieties, and does everything he can to make them easier.

Epel also finds you funny. He does this thing where when you tell a joke, he doesn't react right away, but a half second later he lets out this loud, half snort/half cackle laugh. Heads are turning but he can't bring himself to care. Nothing's too dark for him, unless Vil is around. If Vil is there he might fake scold you, then snicker quietly, because he knows you'll get the lecture and he won't. What a delightful scamp 🙄😂

He is only going to feed into your chaotic side. He's the devil on your shoulder. He'll dare you to scale an apple tree, then heatedly make out with you at the top of it. He's absolutely feral, and he's even more feral for you. 

But he also won't say no to your snuggly side. He'll act like he's doing it for you, like he doesn't want to be constantly snuggled with you under a big fluffy blanket. He's pretty sure he's the one who wears the pants between the two of you, and he worries you'll think less of him if he initiates the cuddle sesh. But pretty soon, you'll wake up and try to get ready for the day, he'll be clingy like a koala, blinking up at you with sleepy eyes as he pouts.

He thinks he wears the pants…but that doesn't mean he won't be excited if you serenade him with a love song from a musical, or with your bass guitar, or some epic mixture of the two. He'll be so whipped for you. Like, fangirl, whipped for you. Like, he'd squeal if people weren't watching. 

Today was a "chaotic sharky" day. And you'd come up with the bright idea to stand on a broom instead of sit on it. Epel agreed this was a great idea.

And at first it seemed like it was. The two of you laughed hysterically for the two seconds you rushed through the air together, and just as quickly you both hit the ground.

You groaned and turned to look at Epel. He slowly sat up, and grinned at you.

"Babe," he laughed. 

"Babe that was so fucking hot!" 

Suddenly, he lunged at you, grabbed your face in his hands, and began heavily making out with you, ignoring the grass burns on his elbows from the recent fall.

"What in Seven's name!" You both heard a certain blond queen shout.

"Run," Epel giggled, grabbing your hand and yanking you off the ground, and dragging you after him, as the both of you laughed like fools.

#1.5k followers #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchups #🦈 anon #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader

[floralcavern]

Even more incorrect quotes for another another another batch of OCs

Louise: Man, it smells like wrongdog out here.  Aaron: Aaron: Louise, are you alright?  Louise: *sobs*

Amarist: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.  Lake: We could attack them with hummus.  Amarist: I stand corrected.  Lake: Just keeping things in perspective.

Louise: I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be!

Aaron: *concerned boyfriend noises*

Crim: I am the most responsible person in the group.  Hailey: …You just set the kitchen on fire.  Crim: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.

Lake: When do I get my own gun?  Amarist: I wouldn’t trust you with a kid’s lightsaber.

Louise, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!  Aaron: Louise, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Hailey, would you get Louise some water?  Hailey: What is he gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

Lake, dramatically: They called me a fool.  Amarist, sick of Lake's shit: They weren’t wrong.

Aaron: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?  Louise: Making four accounts.  Aaron, tearing up: Really...?

Hailey: How would you like your coffee?  Lake: As dark and as bitter as my soul.  Hailey, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Hailey: You need a hobby.  Aaron: I have a hobby!  Hailey: Fawning over Louise isn’t a hobby.

Amarist, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!  Louise and Lake: …What does that even mean?!

Crim: The Ocean is a soup.  Louise: Louise: Do elaborate.  Crim: What is needed for something to be a soup?  Louise: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.  Crim: *Tilts head*  Louise: The Ocean is a Soup.  Crim: The Ocean is a Soup.

Aaron: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener.  Louise: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because they are in love with them.  Amarist: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for their secret deliveries in the middle of the night.  Lake: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other.  Hailey: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending.  Crim: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.

Aaron: *sneaking in through his window*  Hailey: *turning in her chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?  Aaron: I was with Louise?  Louise: *turning in his chair* Wanna try again?

Hailey: I know you love them.  Aaron: I am not in love with Louise!  Hailey, staring at Aaron: I never said who...  Aaron: *realizes*  Aaron: Shit. Well, anyways-

Aaron: I have an army.  Louise: We have a Amarist.

Amarist: Why are you like this??  Lake: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

Aaron, barging in: Syphilis!  Louise: Aaron: Louise: Pardon?

Crim: Hey guys, I’m making french toast sticks in the oven. I’m gonna take a quick nap, so wake me up in 5 minutes to flip them over.  *5 minutes later*  Hailey: Crim it’s been 5 minutes, time to flip your sticks.  Crim: snnnzzzz...  Hailey: CRIM YOUR STICKS!

Aaron: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.  Louise: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*  Aaron: That one. I want that one.

Aaron: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?  Louise, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?  Glen, whispering: Because I have little hands.  Louise: Because she has little hands.

Louise: Where are your parents?  Glen: What are parents?  Louise: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

#Ocs #incorrect quotes

[cassynite]

9 Ship Songs

Tagged by @dragonologist-phd for this--thank you so much I always go nuts over song memes :D

I'm just doin all of them for Daerrow since...I don't really have any other canon PWOTR couple lmao

Tagging (is it like a tag 9 thing? I thought it might be so that's what I went for): @molochka-koshka @dmagedgoods @silversiren1101 @tenmillionbees @dragonflytehanu @thesolemnhour @spyridonya @commander-lariel @desnas and of course anyone else who wants to, it's tons of fun

So it Goes by Billy Joel

And every time I held a rose It seems I only felt the thorns And so it goes, and so it goes And so will you soon, I suppose

But if my silence made you leave Then that would be my worst mistake So I will share this room with you And you can have this heart to break

Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng

Oh no, not now Please not now I've just settled into the glass half empty Made myself at home

And so why now? Oh please not now I just stopped believing in happy endings In harbors of my own

But you had to come along, didn't you Tear down the doors Throw open windows Oh, if you knew just what a fool you had made me

Zephyrus by the Oh Hellos

So let me melt down like mountain glaciers Break the bonds I've been holding onto Let them soften me

Till every part that I am made of Waters deep to the roots of something greener

Shrike by Hozier

I couldn't utter my love when it counted Ah, but I"m singing like a bird bout it now I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted Ah, but I'm singing like a bird bout it now

The words hung above but never would form Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn Remember me, love when I'm reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Malibu by Miley Cyrus

I always thought I would sink, so I never swam I never want boatin', don't get how they are floatin' And sometimes I just get so scared Of what I can't understand

But here I am Next to you The sky's more blue In Malibu

All This and Heaven Too by Florence + The Machine

No words, poor language It doesn't deserve such treatment And all my stumbling phrases Never amounted to anything worth this feeling

All this heaven never could describe Such a feeling as I'm healing Words were never so useful So I was screaming out a language That I never knew existed before

Save me by Gotye

And all the dead ends, disappointments Faded from your memory Ready for that lonely life to end

And you gave me love when I could not love myself And you made me turn from the way I saw myself And you're patient, love And you help my help myself And you save me, and you save me, yeah you save me

Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick flush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like how falling feels like flying till the bone crush

Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

Peace by Taylor Swift

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret

The devil's in the details, but you've got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

#ask meme #oc: sparrow #sparrowxdaeran #apologies in advance for the basic bitch music taste #my playlists for love songs tend to be straightforward lol #some of these are very obv sparrow about daeran or vice versa #but most of these could apply in either direction honestly #something something mutual salvation etc

[garbria]

Writing Meme: First Line Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

I saw this on @firefallvaruna's blog and wanted to give it a try.

Cor cursed as smoke rose from the console while he wrestled with the controls. (When the Wind Blows, FFXV, Gen with hints of CorNyx)

“Haven’t seen you on this side of the Citadel in a while, Ulric.” (A Rock and A Hard Place, FFXV, CorNyx)

Nyx stared at the report on his desk, not really seeing it. (Holiday Hero, FFXV, CorNyx)

Nyx sighed and pulled the worn hoodie tighter around himself as the wind tugged at him. (Mad Season, FFXV, CorNyx)

Titus strode down the hall, concentrating on keeping his feelings off his face. (Today's Gonna Be My Day, FFXV, Gen)

Libertus sighed as he saw the fake smile on Nyx’s face. (All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter, FFXV, Gen)

Nyx bit back a sigh as he crouched behind what used to be a wall and was now only half of one. (Fools Rush In, FFXV, Gen)

Luche sat down, eyeing the bags under Nyx’ eyes highlighted by the flickering light of the fire, but didn’t comment on them. (Not All Who Wander Are Lost, FFXV, Gen)

Pelna crouched on the top of the cliff and looked down. (Holding Out for a Hero, FFXV, Gen)

Regis rubbed his temple and considered the consequences of just burning the offending piece of paper. (Best Laid Plans, FFXV, Gen with mentioned IgNoct)

The FFXV Remix and Kingsglaive Legends fics at the end really misrepresent the amount of gen I write, I think. Without those events, there would be a lot more CorNyx on the list.

The main takeaway is I really like starting fics in media res, which I already knew. It is my favorite way to start fics. At least I have a brand!

No pressure tags: @awlwren, @rvnoir, @whostarlockeda03, @whumpwriterforlife, @starjunco, @ertrunkenerwassergeist, @caparrucia, @yuzukimist, and anyone else who wants to

#my fic #tag games #thanks to firefallvaruna for putting this on my dash #ffxv #kingsglaive

[youcallyourselfafilmcritic]

This was easy to ignore when it was some dumb meme but press have reported on it enough for Cameron to respond so let's go over why James Cameron would not be a good choice for the Titan implosion

(let's ignore the fact that his friend was on the sub)

Two things made Cameron uniquely qualified to direct a Titanic movie. First off the sinking is dramatic and chaotic. Passengers freaking out, the scramble for minimal lifeboats, cold water sliding in and pushing debris and disrupting apparatuses on board, it breaking in half, those in the water futilely waiting for rescue while they freeze to death etc. Horrifying stuff but damn exciting viewing that utilises Cameron's distinctive strengths as a genre action director: escalating the stakes and tension with vast scenarios that are naturally occurring but hit you out of nowhere and keep you gripped

The climax of Titanic is up there with Terminator 2 or Aliens: it's the Poseidon Adventure on acid and Jim takes every advantage of this opportunity

The Titan imploded in seconds on the first day according to most experts (the Navy likely knew this on the first day). There's no real rising action or tension unless you want to just make shit up.

The second? Well Jim loved the Titanic long looooong before he ever put pen to paper on the script

Guy's not just a director with a pitch-he's an oceanographic explorer with deep, intimate knowledge of that ship. He's not fascinated with the sinking, he's fascinated by the Titanic. He's been down there 33 times-he's BUILT his own sub! Guy's obsessed.

*HE DIDN'T EVEN WRITE THE FUCKING SCRIPT BECAUSE HE WANTED TO HE CONVINCED HOLLYWOOD TO FUND AN EFFORT TO DIVE DOWN TO THE FUCKING BOAT BECAUSE HE WANTED TO EXPLORE IT*

The Titan was a minor annoyance for him until it got his friend killed. So like he's not gonna have that passion or keen interest and also has a billion and a half Avatar movies to make. If you genuinely want this movie and are not just memeing he ain't your guy.

But also in general it'd make a shit narrative film. You know why there's a love story in Titanic? Because otherwise it's a laborious wait for the iceberg to hit or you have it immediately and forego all tension building. You need something to keep the audiences invested so they decided a love story. Jack and Rose are-of course-fictional but that's alright as there were fucking THOUSANDS of people on that ship it's easy to slot them in. The people on the Titan likely died Day 1 and died immediately. It was an incredibly tightknit space with five people. Not much narrative potential here unless again you entirely break from the story.

(not the picture of those who died sans Stockton Rush but gives you an idea of the size two people are snug in there)

So the meat of the film is on building up or the aftermath. While the aftermath could have some potential that's not the story-and this is something at a glance it DOES have in common with the Titanic: the hubris and utter arrogance of the wealthy.

And this is where I say the lifeboats are short-sighted and the irony of it sinking on its maiden voyage (this wasn't The Titan's first trip) this is more an accepted truism of not only the elite fools who invested in it but the engineers and public: this ship was unsinkable. Everybody thought this.

Nearly the entirety of the deepsea diving community told OceanGate their submersible was heading for disaster.

Stockton Rush was not some prideful but short-sighted man blinded to the risks of his vessel thanks to like-minded peers. He was an arrogant, greedy fool who wanted to create a rich person's tourist trap one of the most famous graveyards in the world via the cheapest resources possible. His Randian-levels of self-righteousness made him fish food and led to the horrific death of a teenager. He fucked around and I doubt he took the nanosecond before his body was eviscerated to contemplate how he found out

And here's the final thing: this all probably works best as a documentary. A deep dive (sorry) into this company and their blowhardy foolish methods to goad rich idiots out of their money. The factors that led to this. But that isn't a narrative story even focusing on the hubris angle. Because there is plenty of hubris in the Titanic-oh is there a lot!-but there's also a romanticisim. Hence why romance stories work so well when adapting it.

The Titanic is a symbol of a bygone era-and a lot of this is rooted in classism but that last gasping sighs of Victorian-era innovation is something to be marveled at feeling like a culmination of the invention of the steam-powered train. It also examines this classism (which the 97 film explores-albeit briefly) in that there were third class passengers and most of them died. It reveals the beauty and elegance of the era but also the abuse and callousness of a time 2 years before World War 1 changed everything. It perfectly encapsulates the majesties and the tragedies of this late 19th/early 20th century culture which I think is why so many people are fascinated by it. Our world just isn't built like this anymore.

Not only were the passengers fucking billionaires (so the class angle at least on the vessel is gone) the hubris is easy to sum up. We know this guy is a jackass-there's nothing as interesting following his jackassahoonery before the sub explodes compared to exploring the societal culture of a time long gone depicted on the Titanic.

So this isn't even a it's too soon thing-the first movie about the Titanic was made 30 days after it sunk and with one of the survivors (this was back when movies were made in five minutes at the budget of a cup of coffee). A narrative feature on the Titan is a boring idea and far far below the skillset of the director who newspapers are now saying should make it all because it exploded visiting a famous ship he made a famous movie about

Also, again, he's a bit busy making a fuckton of Avatar sequels I guess one person wants. That person being James Cameron.

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