#“MY NAME'S RICHARD NOW”

[smol-soop-spoon]

Richard cutting his own hair leads me to believe that he came to Hampden with a MULLET (which he immediately shortened after seeing the Plastics I mean the Greek class)

#also trendily referred to as the “bi-level” cut back in the 80s #I won't make the joke on the name and Richard's inclinations I'm better than this #Judy saw that mullet boy and immediately thought “SMASH” #Judy wanted to peg Richard and that's today's hill to die on #Judy went through the five stages of grief when she saw that Richard had cut his hair #Richard growing his hair out in the summer in spite of his father insulting him #packing up like “new year NEW ME” #“MY NAME'S RICHARD NOW” #“STOP CALLING ME JOHN MOM” #Henry didn't recognise Richard at first during winter break because of his long-ish hair #richard papen #john richard papen #the secret history #tsh

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

“So how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Y’know, how did you know.”

“Dingus, I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me here, the Russians did a number on how many of my braincells are actually working.”

“How did you know that you liked girls?”

Robin Buckley immediately pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows, head tilted to catch Steve Harrington’s eyes in the low light of their hospital room.

They weren’t originally even going to go to the hospital, if Robin was being honest. They had just wanted to slip away back to their respective homes, but then Melissa and Richard Buckley caught wind that Robin was hurt. Then the both of them realized that Steve’s parents (if Robin has to use that term to describe them) had less than zero intention of sending anyone to pick up Steve.

Then EMS made the light suggestion of both of them probably needing to go to Hawkins General Hospital… and well, while Melissa and Richard did tend to lead toward more natural remedies… one couldn’t fix a concussion or a drugging with an unknown substance with essential oils and hope.

“Robbie? Did you OD over there?” Steve had himself up on his elbows, easily mimicking Robin. That’s the thing that makes the inside of Robin ache, that he’s so like her. She knows that she’s an only child, knows that, but sometimes Steve’ll just… do something and it makes her question it. Makes her wonder how she spent so long without him, without another brain and two legs and arms and so much hair. “Robbie?”

“No, I am still alive.” Robin slowly spoke, before she let out a soft sigh. “Why do you ask?”

“Like-” Steve huffed as he shook his head from side to side, before he used the one hand that was free from the pulse monitor and saline drip to card through his hair. It’s sleep ruffled, and if he uses product (Robin is sure he does), it’s for sure gone. Steve looks up though, and his eyes are so earnest that it causes something to hurt inside of Robin. “never mind just ignore- fuck - just ignore me.”

“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried, you idiot.” Robin let out a huff, and she winced as the PICC line in her arm shifted as tilted to be able to fully face Steve on her side. “But I just, dingus, this is out of left field for even you.”

“How so?”

“Did you even know that, that people like me even existed until a couple of hours ago?” Robin kept her voice soft, especially as Steve huffed out an indignant sounding sigh. Robin sighs though, and then she cards her own hand through her hair, and forges onward. “I think I’ve just… always known.”

“Always?”

“Yeah like-” Robin shrugged, a careful movement of her shoulders. “When I was like, eight? My uh, parents sent me to this camp thing- like summer camp kind of like what Dustin went to? But with, y’know, with the swimming and archery and dude I was fucking awful at it.” Steve let out a soft and watery laugh at Robin’s rambling, and that gave Robin enough power to continue. “But we uh, had these like songs we had to learn? And there was this uh, girl counselor there that had to teach me because you know, that was her job.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and uh. She couldn’t have been older than I am now but man…” Robin let out a slow whistle, and allowed herself to fully melt into the hospital cot she’s laid up on. “All I could think was that I just wanted to be with her. Like not even kissing because I thought kissing was gross then, still do now kinda but anyway- I wanted to like, hold her hand and shit. Do the cheesy stuff I’d seen in the movies, y’know?”

Steve huffed out his own laugh, and he tilted his head to lean against his pillows instead of facing Robin. Robin watched though, quiet for once, as Steve swallowed once and then twice- before he cleared his throat.

“I knew it existed before you.”

“What?”

“It.”

“Dingus-”

“Girls liking girls.” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper, even as Robin can hear him gulp in a lungful of air. “And boys liking boys.”

“You did?” Robin kept her voice quiet, gentle, as coaxing as she could- especially when she could see Steve’s throat bob. “Dingus?”

“I…” Steve doesn’t continue, and that’s enough.

Enough to Robin that she pushed herself up, and ignored the pain that ricocheted down her spine like needles. Ignored Steve’s hurried ‘what are-’, as she stumbled out of her hospital bed and right to Steve’s. She made sure to drag her IV pole and the monitor with her, situating it as best as she could next to Steve’s. Robin huffed quietly as the pain trickled down her spine, and she couldn’t help but smile as Steve curled his hand carefully around her wrist and tugged.

Robin got comfortable, let Steve fret over her as best as he could, his fingers only ever-so slightly trembling as he made sure that the line in her arm wasn’t kinked up. They were pressed close, side to side and hip to hip, and Robin tilted her head down until it was rested on Steve’s shoulder.

“Wanna keep going, Stevie?”

“No.”

“But?”

“I…” Steve huffed again, a small indignant noise that Robin mimicked.

They sat like that then, just the two of them for a moment, before Steve continued slowly.

“I’ve never, told anyone this- like I’ve told Tommy H. so much shit about me - but this is… Robin this is different.” Steve speaks in a hurried and stilted way, like he’s stringing together bits and pieces of sentences, and it shouldn’t work.

But it does because he’s Steve and she’s Robin.

And truthfully, Robin likes that. That they’re Steve and Robin. SteveandRobin. RobinandSteve. Likes that the two of them are so in tune that even her own mother didn’t want to separate them.

That had to mean something in the end, didn’t it?

“Tell me, whatever… whenever.” Robin murmured as she turned her head so she could press a soft kiss to Steve’s shoulder. The hospital gown is thin enough she can feel the heat of his skin from up under it, and that’s grounding. Grounding even as Steve drew in a shaky breath, audibly swallowing again. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”

“I didn’t uh, notice Tammy in Ms. Click’s class or uh, you for a reason.” Steve slowly spoke, eyes wet, and Robin can hear his sniffle as he tried to reign his emotions back. “Ms. Click made him sit uh, right by her desk at the front of the room.”

And oh.

Oh.

If that doesn’t immediately settle something that just usually writhes around in Robin’s chest.

“Him?” Robin is gentle, gentler than she thinks she’s ever been.

“Uh, yeah… Eddie Munson?” Steve huffed out an almost dry laugh, the only thing that he does that ever remotely reminds her of his time as his high school “King Steve” persona. “He uh, got this bat tattoo right before that year’s Thanksgiving break and all I could do was just… gawk at him.”

“And then what?” Robin knew she was pushing, searching for information, but she can’t help it. Not when Steve is right next to her, hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Not when he’s like her. In all the ways that matter.

“I went home and screamed into my pillow.”

Robin immediately smacked Steve’s thigh with the knuckles of her left hand- grinning in triumph when Steve let out a squawk of laughter.

“Eddie Munson?”

“What about him?”

“He’s… he’s a total dud!”

“No he’s not!”

“He stepped in my mashed potatoes once! That is totally total dud material!”

“No way!”

“He wants to be like, like a metal singer!”

“He has a band! Dreams!”

“Do you even know if he can hold a tune?”

“Well, no-”

“Total. Dud.”

Robin grinned wide as Steve launched into a very quick defense about Eddie, and she decides then and there that Steve and her? They’ll be just fine.

Especially if she can get Eddie to come into Steve and her’s orbit just a bit, to see if the crush is still there.

Because while Robin may not have all of the gay knowledge in the world, there is one thing for a complete certainty that she knows.

The black hanky that Eddie kept in his pocket?

Well…

Robin chuffed to herself, before she tilted so she could lay on her side- nose tucked into the place where Steve’s neck and shoulder met.

Right before she falls asleep though, Robin does a very important thing on a mental whiteboard.

You Rule: 1

You Suck: 0

hope you all enjoyed! truthfully think this is one of my favorite things i have written. love platonic stobin. <3

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and robin #robin and steve #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #codependent stobin #steve harrington and robin buckley are bffs #eventual steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #richard and melissa buckley saw steve sitting in the ambulance with robin and went oh we have a son now #steve harrington has bad parents #but he has the buckleys now <3 #fleshed out robin buckley’s gay awakening #the counselor was named in my head but it didn’t make sense to fit it in here (her name was maddie) #robin likes girls where there name ends in something that sounds like the letter ‘y’ #exhibit a: tammy exhibit b: vickie exhibit c: nancy exhibit d: chrissy #in this essay i will #stobin ficlet #platonic with a capital p #sometimes i tag things and then forget other (see more important) tags #sorry y’all

[sciderman]

thinking of spider-man's first silly little suit (and his silly little webwings)

thinking of you all the time (webwings)

#how i love teenage peter parker and would die for him. silly little guy. #i love how casually superheroes just came up with their superhero names in the classic comics. #well! i'll be spiderman i guess! #mr fantastic is the best one though. he just wanted to be called that. i bet he was sitting on it for years. #bet he called himself that in his head for years. and now finally he has an excuse to get other people to call him it. #reed richards you are hilarious #same as the green goblin actually he's so funny. “i'll make it my favourite color! green!” #superheros and villains are so funny when you think about them. #sci speaks #i dont know why superhero media is trying to trick me into taking these guys seriously. theyre so stupid goofy. all of them. #batman?? you want me to take a guy who runs with the name batman seriously???

[irenic-raccoon]

Babygirl you're so particular I need you

#richard if u fumbled that you fumbled life #anyways whoops haha hes mine now YOU HAD UR CHANCE CODE BOY‼‼ #*insert cartoony evil laughter as I drive away in my silly ass car before i drive into a brick wall and fucking die* #<- what did i even mean when I typed all that just now #im going insane #silicon valley #silicon valley hbo #jared dunn #zach woods #if jareds real name is donald does that mean he can be referred to by “donnie”? #DONNIE DARKO REFERENCE?? 🤯🤯🤯🤯 #okay ill stop im sorry

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

top 5 wips you’re most excited to write? :D

AH …. anon my beloved 🥺🥺🥺 tysm for giving me an excuse to talk about them!!!! i have a whole bunch but here are the ones i’m most excited for/planning to write soon :3 hopefully

TITLES ARE STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION BTW but if you know where any of them are from you get a big gold star ⭐️

it’s your touch that i need

the best friend’s brother!satoru fic that i’m planning on posting next….. i’m . Unsure if i’ll have time to post it this week but :’3 i’ll get it done!!! honestly i just think bfb!toru is insanely attractive so this is mostly an outlet for that but . i have a plot mapped out kind of… the unrequited love trope is just perfect for him but it’s Me so it’ll probably be less angsty and more funny/bittersweet !!

here’s a snippet from it <3

”you’re a good kid,” he says, and his smile teeters on the edge of something apologetic. mostly, it’s pitying. ”there are lots of people out there for you.” the weight of his palm on your head is usually a comfort, but like this? it’s a specific kind of torture. he ruffles your hair, as affectionate as ever, the same as it’s always been. not a trace of any romantic intent. there are lots of people out there for you. (i know, you want to tell him, but your voice is raspy and your throat feels sort of dry. i know. but i want you.)

hunter, you were human

my neglected mer!sugu fic…… our beloved fish man….. one day. i’ll write it out. i’m having some trouble deciding the order of events + general formatting of the outline so 😭😭 i’m a bit stuck. i’ll get there though!!! this au has angst potential but it’s Me so trust that this will be fluffy and nothing else. lots of banter and cutesy moments. i have a lotttt of thoughts about this au and character/reader dynamic so….. i’m. really excited to eventually write it all out!!! i love him sm :cc

“i don’t really like freshwater.” … your eyes widen. his voice is silky, smooth, like a silver river running from the forked tip of his tongue; a melodic lilt that makes you think of the lullaby your mother used to sing you to sleep with. a long, slow moment passes you by, like the rocking of a rusty ship. silently, your tongue forms around a bundle of words, your mouth gaping like a fish out of water. staring at the merman in your bathtub. “you can talk?!”

consider the hairpin turn

THE BELOVEDEST OF THEM ALL …… my extremely neglected best friend’s brother!kenjaku fic T_T my magnum opus even . i started writing it out a while ago but had to stop bc i can’t decide how to format it …. i think it’d be best to tell the story through a lot of flashbacks but it’s difficult to decide where to put what flashbacks in a way that doesn’t disturb the flow, yk??? but i do have everything outlined and i’m super excited to finally post it :33 someday… bfb!kenny is the actual loml i have so much lore planned for him. this fic is just a whole bunch of yearning and tension… the tiniest tiniest bit suggestive bc he truly makes me ill.

nervously, your gaze trails towards the stairs. worried, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. kenjaku notices. a large palm cradles your cheek; making sure your eyes stay locked onto his own. ”don't worry about him,” he soothes, a rough thumb smoothing down your skin. ”it’s just us here… just you and me. why don’t you take a deep breath for me, hm?” (you do. without thinking. as if your body was waiting for instructions, waiting to satiate this gnawing desire to impress him, make him proud. be good for him.)  “now,” he exhales, in tandem with you, molecules mingling together. “do you want this?” 

only in the next world

ANOTHER DEARLY BELOVED WIP that’s been rotting in my drafts for a while ….. 👉👈 i think that out of all of these fics this is the first one that i wrote the outline to?? probably even before i made this blog. it’s basically just a canon-aligned au where gojo navigates his maybe-possibly-feelings for you, a new teacher at jujutsu high!! sooo really just my attempt to write what i view as a more canon-aligned gojo and his feelings towards love :3 mostly character-centered fluff and slowburn… some office au vibes…. i’m very fond of this reader!! and i love this version of gojo so bad i really hope i can do him justice…

“they’re a softie, huh?” shoko exhales — smoke drifting past her lungs, mingling with the cold air, a stench of tobacco that makes him crinkle his nose. ”they are,” she hums, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. a dangerously knowing look. “it’s not often someone captures your attention.” gojo smiles. ”is that what it seems like?” he drawls, almost a chuckle. closing his eyes and thinking of you, the fading scent of your perfume. ”well, who knows.” (certainly not him.)

signs of affection

my sickeningly fluffy cult leader geto fic <333 bc i’m spreading the agenda that he is a puppy of a man towards his s/o. this one is just meant to be funny and sweet!! i adoreee the thought of him dating a retired sorcerer with a normal ass job so in this one the reader works at a preschool…. and they’re meant to attend some kind of event for the preschool + is offered to bring a plus one. mild chaos ensues (geto doesn’t want to be anywhere near your non-sorcerer colleagues but he also wants to support you so he’s having a bit of a crisis rn…..) i LOVE this one and i’m so excited to write it out <333333 i think this geto is the most endearing man alive.

suguru blinks, eyelashes fluttering, gleaming under the shallow light of the lamppost just behind him. illuminating the peach-dyed flush dusting his ears, those wide pupils. and his lips, glossy with something cherry-flavoured, soon to curl up into a smile — fond, fond, fond. melting into your touch, basking in your long-sought attention. if he were a cat, you’re sure he'd be purring. he places one big palm over yours, where it rests on his cheek, and he stares. silently, like you’re the only thing worth seeing; dreamy galaxies inside his eyes, all honey and star clusters, leaking adoration. a milky way of love. ”… another,” he pleads, nosing at your fingertips.

#TYSM FOR INDULGING ME ANON!!!!!! #these r all very important to me #anyway im abt to spoil where the titles are from bc i cant contain myself 😔😔 #it’s your touch that i need is a pinkpantheress lyric (song: just for me) bc her music is so gojocoded and ESP bfb!gojo coded… #also the lyrics are very much in tune w the fic and reader being horrendously down bad #hunter; you were human is a lyric from one of my favorite mitski songs pearl diver <333 it just feels mer!sugu coded to me!! #but the song is a lot more somber than the fic #consider the hairpin turn is ofc a line from a richard siken poem <333 bc kenny is sikencoded and this fic is VERY in tune w you are jeff #that’s the name of the poem btw. you are jeff. it’s super good go read it rn !!! #only in the next world is a quote from my belovedest video game disco elysium :3 the full quote is: #“true love is possible only in the next world — for new people. it is too late for us. wreak havoc on the middle class.” #<- which is just. insanely gojocoded #aaaand finally signs of affection is the name of a persona 4 song that i rlly like :3 im not completely sure if that should be the title #but im going w it for now <333 #anyway if you read all this pls know ily. 🫂🫂 here’s your gold star ⭐️ !! #ask tag ✩

[kitausuret]

the world does not need another silly one shot from me about the Venom Symbiote's time in captivity with the Fantastic Four but if I'm going to fixate on one page in one comic by god I'm going to do something with that

I just think it would be sweet if in Reed Richards' desperate attempts to communicate with the Symbiote he tried to like, teach it Morse code, and he asks it, "do you have a name? is there something you were called, some designation you were given? something unique to you?"

And the symbiote taps back after a long moment the closest thing to a human translation of the only thing it can think might fit what Reed is referring to: "DEATH"

And Reed is all at once filled with a kind of overwhelming sadness, because what kind of life has this alien lived that it was called only "Death" by those it encountered? What kind of symbiosis had it experienced, if any at all?

But then he manages to collect himself, and he tells his guest that well, we'll just have to come up with a better designation than that, won't we? He probably tells it about how Sue, his own partner, is the one who gave him the name the world knows him by, "Mister Fantastic", and that he hopes the symbiote, too, can find a name it can be proud of.

Everyone needs a name, after all.

#headcanons #i guess #i got a really vague ask recently so I'm thinking about using it as an excuse to write this #i feel weird writing F4 stuff for this era since i have not read it at ALL but #i love Reed so much... 🥺 #venom #reed richards #fantastic four #alien costume era #super self indulgent tag addition: #years later Reed finally gets to follow up with it properly (it's probably like #bonded to both Eddie and Flash it's fine whatever they are just a trio now) #and it preens a little as it informs Reed that it likes the name 'Venom' that it originally took with Eddie even for itself #Franklin from across the room: 'that's SO EDGY oh my god dude' #Flash: 'it's a great name!' #Johnny who is there for unknown reasons: 'no it's edgy; i just didn't want to tell you when we met how dumb i thought it was' #Eddie is just amused by the whole situation and thinks it's funny to watch Flash argue

[primitiveside]

shout out to @exastrisnonnocere for being the first person to call richard b. riddick "dick" in a thread /affectionate

#“dick” is a popular diminutive/nickname for “richard” in case anyone didn't know!! #so his name literally means “DICK B. RIDDICK” HELP HE DEFINITELY CHOSE HIS OWN NAME HE IS SO CRINGE !!! #awesome mccool name. 「 crack 」 #a smokescreen. 「 ooc 」 #i am trying to finish my reply to that thread right now but i keep chuckling like a dumbass. #shout out to characters that chose their own names; too.

[sleepvines]

Hey, the main user of this blog (Sleep) is currently down in the dumps due to a number of factors including seasonal depression. They could really use a pick-me-up, and honestly the rest of us could too. If you've got any fun stories from your life, pictures of pets, or encouragement, we'd like to see it. Hopefully it might help motivate them while they recover. Thanks.

- Hatchet 🌲

#sleep rambles #<- technically not. pfft. #but yeah currently they're on a brief break from front because their stress levels caused us a systemwide migraine #also Hey. 👋 you might not recognize me because I only split in October due to a failed reintegration of a fragment #so now I'm a full blown protector. #Which we needed imo. not that Role Theory is immutable. I just associate with the term and find it to be one of my many attributes. #but that's another conversation. #Anyway— send us your animals and plushies and whatever. pet rock. plant named Richard. anything nice. Thanks.

[barbreypilled]

also like if ur going to publish derivative fiction im sorry but it has to be good. u actually have to do something interesting with it u can’t just google a bunch of tropes, make the characters do them and call it a day like at that point just do fic prompts I guarantee it will be better in the long run bc u won’t have to inevitably get cancelled for review bombing books that ppl actually had to use their brains for

#I get to write my jane eyre subway au because it’s actually good and I’m literally just using the framework of the original #which I have like. actually read and have actual thoughts on #can u tell I’ve just now been exposed to booktok drama and im spiralling #I’m so obsessed w this whole phenomenon it’s so fascinating and I’m sooo glad I didn’t have the resources to publish my shit ass first nove #when I was 16 like my life is so much better for it #anyway I need to go work on my non-derivative novel bc I’ve been neglecting it #get over here Richard I need to beat u mercilessly #also the Richard in question is a different Richard my Richard Mason stand-in is not named Richard

[i-am-become-a-name]

December 5 (I'm still alive, promise, just swamped!) prompt - Recognition.

It was his skin, he was sure, had regenerated before, many times. But oh, it felt wrong, looking at once familiar things from a new height that now made them strange and unwelcoming. The shape of Adric’s shoulder under his hand, now too wide, and it surely couldn't only be that the boy was growing, they didn't change that quickly, did they? But perhaps they did, because Adric now shrugged away his touches, did not look at him for the same affirmations of pride as the Doctor remembered from his last regeneration. He wasn't sure if that hurt, or whether it was simply the disconnect between now and then, between who he definitely had been, and who he possibly could be now. 

He was thankful it was at least not the outright hostility he faced from Tegan, the unhappiness underlying every tense motion,  an anger that lay too close to the surface in any reasonable discussion he attempted to have with her. He could admit to himself, from a detached stance (ie, not in any proximity to Ms Jovanka) that he tended to feel the same angers, one of the very few noticeable emotions that seemed to stir in him these days. He knew feeling that anger toward her was not fair, that she had experienced more unhappiness in his presence than should have been experienced in such a short lifetime, but could not seem to help himself, and the sniping and abrasiveness let him feel more- well, personality than these scant days of existence had so far allowed him to. The Doctor (and he was the Doctor, wasn't he? the mirror didn’t answer him as certainly as it once did) wasn't sure he liked that aspect of himself. Days rather than hours now, and he still didn’t fit within his own skin, within his own TARDIS. His own name. So many seasons lived out, and he knew not what name to call himself. 

The hardest he had come to find was neither oldest nor youngest, neither the lack of familiarity nor someone he saw uncomfortable flashes of himself (who he once was? who he could become?) in, but the most calm and quiet of them all. They had all suffered losses, and he should ache for all of them, feel blood pumping through what could be his hearts but that still felt too cold for such grief, but Nyssa had seen it done in the name and face of her father. Had seen what he had once been then take the hand of her father’s body and work with him. She had too much dignity to scream at him as Tegan did, he surmised, a scientist’s too strong a grasp on necessity being the mother of invention to condemn who he had once been for such an action. But, though still unadept at reading his own emotions, he could see in her eyes sometimes a distant fear that never translated itself to her voice, the recoil from his hands that had touched what had once been her father's.

Strange, he thought absently. Disappointment, anger, fear he could recognise in other’s faces. But then, perhaps, he had not yet had a chance to see joy, pride and comfort in the faces of those that travelled with him. Seconds, hours, days that ticked away and all he could be sure of, all that retained of his identity from the nebulous line of past and present was that time ticked away in his brain, in his hearts, with the surety it always would. Perhaps time would become kinder to the four of them, this disparate little group all so far away from home. 

#fic #advent fic #five #tegan #nyssa #adric #yes this is what started as something else but morphed into how heartbroken i was that five's life starts off so heartbreakingly..... then #goes on to be heartbreaking and ends even more heartbreakingly. gosh why do i hold him so dear to my heart (always a weakness for the #tragedies) #it's the seventh i know i'm two days late!!! will try and catch up by writing and posting two more today/tonight but spent the 5th #babysitting then up till nearly 2 am getting ready for work the next day. got home from work on the 6th then fell asleep pretty much till #this morning. going out of town tomorrow with parents a sister and one of her sprog tomorrow so will also be hampered writing tomorrow too #also yes before i forget i did crib a line from richard ii. act 5 scene i??? yes it was. post his abdication to bolingbroke. #'Alack the heavy day / That I have worn so many winters out / And know not now what name to call myself'

[sea-jello]

rich has always seemed like the type of guy to have a little sister, like maybe 6 to 8 years old

#i think it would be cute #i love rich with my entire soul #ik he has an older brother but that’s just not the right vibe to me #he’s always seemed like the older brother to me i dunno #like i was watching the 👢 and it just hit me so suddenly #i’m very attached to the thought of rich having a little sister now #what would her name be #like emily or something #if this mfs name is richard she can be emily #bmc #be more chill #rich goranski #rich bmc #bmc rich #bmc headcanon #i guess #i’m on a roll with the bmc thoughts today huh

[snowshinobi]

microdosing on cannibalizing my own flesh by reading Richard Silken poems. and falling in love

#this post was brought to you by kaz. ty for the organposting kaz #cannibalism #the triangle of cannibalism #got to have a delightful car ride w #cosmic #and his mom this weekend where we talked about technology and volleyball and poetry #and i got to lose my mind about ''these our bodies possessed by light/tell me we'll never get used to it'' which still rips my guts out #and feeds them to me. to this day. every time i read those lines i become a little more unraveled. my god #richard you minx. i could hug you #richard siken #snowswords #oh yeah and the inherent destruction of building a partnership. its good destruction. you gotta figure out how to be part of a whole #that's life in general too. i think doing romance with people really puts a microscope on the process. at least for me. #like damn being with cosmic means i have less freedom to up and do whatever i want. i can still do almost anything i want but now it's #important to give him a heads up. or maybe he'd like to do this too i should wait for him. or there's something he'd like to do that #im invited along for!! i'll do the original thing i wanted to do another time so we can do this now #yknow? yeah. im destroying snow (singular) to create snow (member of duo). and that helps me remember ive never really been a singular enti #this is its own post isnt it. ok wait #Richard silken #sigh spelled his name wrong the first time my bad

[musicalyeetreblr]

Drew my ocs as that one buckrich cover with the thorns lol

#requiem of the rose king #baraou no souretsu #my ocs #the placement of whos richard and who’s buckingham is symbolic #it actually may have been easier to draw it the other way around actually #I’ve had these ocs in my mind for a while now #but around when I got into rotrk I was like wait #r3 is a play that would’ve existed during their childhoods and it would’ve fit with their dynamic #I wanna doe more of these maybe I’ll do an utena one next #I know y’all ain’t really into my ocs but I like posting abt them #ok also lore #in high school they played Richard and buckingham in r3 #and like one of them chose to name herself after Anne #one of them is a chess player now😔 #she’s a self insert also based on Freddie trumper from chess #dammit do I have to tag that too #chess would also be another good reference pose artwork lmao #Anne is the chess player #clearing that up after looking at the grammar of the other tags

[girlcavalcanti]

going insane over this going feral biting maiming killing going batshit crazy biting maiming killing biting maiming etc etc

#OH GOD !! OH GOD THAT EVER !! THIS TONGUE OF MINE !!!! THAT LAID THE SENTENCE !!! OF DREAD BANISHMENT!! ON YON PROUD MAN !!!!!! #SHOULD TAKE IT OFF AGAIN !!!!! WITH WORDS OF SOOTH !!!!!!! OH THAT I WERE !! AS GREAT AS MY GRIEF !!!!! OR LESSER !!! THAN MY NAME !!!!!!!!! #OR THAT !!! I COULD FORGET !!!!!!! WHAT I HAVE BEEN !!!!!!!! OR NOT REMEMBER !! WHAT I MUST BE !!!! NOW !!!!!!!!!!!! #richard ii #im doing some. readings. oh yes. sum readings #this man. this man. this man. this man

[xxgalacticambitionsxx]

ok guys so you know how there's an astro knights book, right?

well, I just so happen to have a copy that i may or may not have annotated

and on page 110, Sir Gawain states that he crash landed on the ice planet weeks ago. Which, one, how the hell did homeboy survive on only fish, two, how did nobody else rise up to the task of rescuing the princess at that point, and three, that means Elyana was with bard for weeks. poor her

It's not even specified how many weeks, just at least two

i'm not even going anywhere with this that's literally all i have to say

#i didn't even fucking go anywhere with this i just stated some facts and then fucked off #sorry #poptropica #astro knights island #yes there's other books than the graphic novels yes i have all of the fiction ones yes they're on amazon and ebay #oh boy 3 am poptropica posting #i need to go to fucking bed #in my little annotations of the book i use the f word three times #which is made funnier by the knowledge that i was a family gathering during the entire annotating sesh #so i was in great terror that someone would see me writing swears and yell at me or something #also‚ fun fact‚ i wrote 'god i wish that were me' TWICE #which is funny because i don't think i repeated any other annotations #another fun fact about this book: #it gives an official name for the king of arturus (it's richard) #ok sorry for fucking rambling in the tags you can go now #i'm gonna go snore mimimimi now

[mothdotz]

Slams messy (and smudged) sketchbook art on table.

I have no explanation for these except

1. I have been and still am rotating a (self-indulgent) rewrite for MLB in my mind 2. These drawings vaguely relate to that rewrite 3. (Vague Noises)

I have no idea what time these things were drawn— excluding the last five since I drew those today—because I am that artist that does not date their sketchbook (oops).

#what if I make Manon obsess over show characters #my art #I like drawing Felix as gnc in gnc clothing a whole lot (if that wasnt obvious/j) #in regards to that little blurb of i did infact make little doodles of those characters #which is fun #As said above this rewrite is all for giggles for me. very self indulgent and if it's seen as dumb then 🤷 #this rewrite chews on canon. spits it out. then proceeds to look the other way since ive onmt watched up to season 2 and ive barely watched #any episodes from those 2 seasons #so.. #((anyway)) #in my previous old art that 'little' infodump is still canon (or most of it is anyways) so i might remake it #as you can see. i cannot stick to one last name for Felix at all #we have gone from Culpa to Sphinx to Monet to Sphinx to Culpa to Finch to Agreste and now hav safely landed at '???' #rn im not sure what to go for since im deciding if i want Gabriel Agreste and/or Richard Sphinx to be apart of his rewrite #the same goes for Adrien and Nathan. Rn I dont want Gabriel(? or Richard) to be the father of Felix. but i might change that idk #will he have family problems? will he not? is he gonna be related to Gab/Richard? Will he be some guy?its like picking a paper from a hat #except the hat has a hole #its amazing when you can create the stories you want to see in the world.. except when *you* have to create them #anyway. watch this diverge from canon so hard #marinette dupain cheng #marinette cheng #felix culpa #felix sphinx #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #mlb au #gabriel agreste #manon chamack #mlb ladybug