#also I know it's just a theory but that shit is so upsetting what the fuck?????? this aired on cartoon network???????????

[rotisseries]

byler needs to be canon in s5 so I can say THEE most annoying "I told you so!" to my dad, in retaliation for him saying "I think you're just projecting" when he overheard me say mike is gay and repressed with internalized homophobia

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler i know what you are #it's notable that this happened when we'd just finished vol 2 so I was upset and he had awful timing and pissed me off #also projecting? #wtf would I be projecting dad? #do YOU think I'm repressed? #I personally don't think I really have experienced much repression and internalized homophobia #so there's not really much to project dad #ALSO THE WORST! PART OF HIM SAYING ''I THINK YOU'RE JUST PROJECTING '' IS THAT MY BROTHER HEARD HIM SAY IT #AND MY BROTHER HAD ALREADY HEARD A FEW BITS OF THE ''MIKE IS GAY THEORY '' AND HE DIDN'T AGREE BOTH TO BUG ME AND BC HE DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT #BUT NOW HE SPECIFICALLY RESPONDS WITH ''I THINK YOU'RE PROJECTING '' EVERY. TIME. IT COMES UP

[nocturnal-birb]

Considering the new MOAC video with Imperator, it got me thinking since it's the events before Kiss the Go-Goat chapter, that would mean Imperator was staying at the ministry before going to Nihil to watch his performance (preparing herself before leaving)

Here's a little theory I got

We see one of the scenes she's clearly upset for a second then becomes happy. Somehow I got a little theory in mind that she's probably upset that she's pregnant but somehow happy about the thought of it cause she'll get to have a family with Nihil

Or in another hand, Imperator walking like she's upset right before she looks at the cam and changes her expression- somehow tells me that maybe the she and the Clergy had an argument of perhaps something? Might be a little far fetched but what if the Clergy forbid her to go out since she's mostly needed more in there than to Nihil's ritual?

Basically, Nihil is doing what all the Papas do: doing rituals to spread Lucifer's words and whatnot. While Imperator is working behind the scenes at the ministry but maybe in that time, she wanted to go to Nihil as support but the Clergy refuses cause she's much more needed there hence she looked upset for a few seconds until she just decided to just abandon what the Clergy tells her and just go to Nihil to support and also tell she's pregnant (which shows her smiling afterwards) but clearly still upset about the Clergy forbidding her to go out to see him- which shows at the end of her hitting the door before leaving

But for a split second, she looks back- maybe rethinking of whether to go and listen and obey or go fuck it and see Nihil in which she did.

#or maybe i'm just over analyzing shit but considering this is a prologue and imperator is upset for satanas knows what- it got me thinking #am i thinking too much about imperator's walk? maybe but body language is everything in ghost so i can't help but also look ok #the band ghost #papa nihil #sister imperator #ghost theory

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly fitting re: billions to have the lose-lose that if winston is written out i get to be disappointed for obvious reasons and if winston isn't written out i get to be disappointed for being denied ever knowing peace

#winston billions #winston rotation is evidently not contingent on ''is there new & recent canon material'' #taking it back to the original [showing up for season four] days like i got to be mad abt like what; having to wait until may & june??? #having More to wait on at all???? like Win in theory absolutely. in practice like at least once a half yr i have to reckon w/mortality like #or even the [suppose i'm alive though] precarity of like ughhh if i can't Readily know Of new billions material?? gonna be so mad fr.... #think winston's been treated as pretty disposable the whole time so if they just actually do kick him out ever it'd be perfectly in line... #annoying & disappointing too but that also applies re like. The Limits Re Approaching Your Autistic Character That You Could Easily Surpass #i Don't give billions a lot of benefit of the doubt regarding whether its writing sees winston so much more differently than characters do #however it does see him as a funny little guy who adds flair & flavor and will can so readily wrangle & crush even this material thrown out #talking to michael greif about it all again. an edit of him in that one deh video #just substitute in some ''taylor mason''s and ''scintillating dynamic'' and etc like yeah it all still applies so hard #Not Thrilled abt the plausibility they write him off early or sm shit but also just like sigh yeah they would. if i'd be upset abt it more #then i guess that's just something to find out if it happens lol. did some work on being deeply bothered out of the way back w/s5 even.... #anyways i'm half sort of humorous abt all this half sort of serious all [humor isn't Unserious anyways. it's not not a framework that #allows for and is even all the more capacious for completely genuine matters] and the nuance & granularity betwixt them is a secret. #really what it is is simply I'm Having My Very Exact Experiences and the internal philosopher symposium has it all covered #like sighing & invariably facing disappointment from billions? regardless does not mean in general complaining abt billions lol #profound differences in complaining probably. got things covered like i'm Liking & [Smh]ing in my exact & thorough ways thank you #like the completely self contained [winston billions] times.... #anyways it Will be more of a direct disappointment if he's banished in ep two or some shit of course. #just also as usual: it wouldn't be the middle of billions production / anticipating the next season if it didn't seem perfectly possible #at least by this point i'll upgrade expectations to ''yeah i don't think they'd simply write him off offscreen between seasons'' but eh. #that's still a ''Probably not'' scenario....but writing him out at all? giving it a generous 50/50

[carpedzem]

i think mcyt cc are playing losing game in how they treat dteam. i think they dont understand that a lot of stans, when they are forced to leave for one reason or another, they do leave mcyt space all together. like the moment shit goes down im not interested in watching people who left dteam and even more im not interested in watching people who were so tryhard to see their downfall. i know it happens sometimes people just switching ccs but even looking at the numbers, mine and craft is not as popular as it was 2 or 3 years ago. and sure the big boom happened during pandemic and we now live in different reality but i think that a lot of people just leaves and when they leave upset, they want it all gone from their lives. like i cant imagine tapping into jm stream after dropping dt like ever. i regularly block and mute ccs that i just dont want to see in my recommendations. there's also a whole thing of how they act in general. its not about that they finally proved to me that dt are evil people but bc how they treated past situations - usually in an awful way

im thinking about it bc i recently watched matpat final game theory and he actually talked about it in his vid. he mentioned how yt is is a game in which everyone can win through collaboration - ironically he even used qsmp as an example! and as contrast he mentioned beauty community that started fighting between themselves to gain viewers and steal them from other youtubers. and by the end every watcher was fed up with this behaviour and they left all together. and i wouldnt be surprised if mcyt wasnt on the same path. people mostly watch ccs for entertainment not to be involved in drama constantly. and when never ending discourse just keep happening they move to another thing that is less draining. and this is what is happening with mcyt. not only dt is losing views but every single cc in that group as well

#discourse #just to be safe ^_^

[ramons-elevator]

Bad mentioned on his stream that all the dead eggs lives impacted how different we treat the eggs on the server and I realized that EVERY egg death changed history on the server and how we treat the eggs.

Juanaflippa- Obviously her second death made everyone very weary with the beds (and the admins bc i believe they made the beds harder to break). But her third death with sweeping edge and how everyone needs to be careful around the eggs with swords.

Tilin - Their death kinda goes hand in Juanaflippa about how NOT TO USE SWORDS around the eggs. But also Charlie went into eggxcile because of Tilins death and that snowballed into Gegg. Also helped with Luzu’s character and how he switched to Arin and with the computer/Code.

Chayanne- Technically chayanne lost their first life to neglect BUT the nightmare Phil, chayanne, and Tallulah had i believe introduced ‘nightmares’. Also it made the admins disable some born in chaos mobs and made Philza even more paranoid about the island than he already was.

Bobby - his death was the first permadeath we had since the trio died. It hurt a lot and made Forever realize that his death could have been prevented. Thus making Forever build the Ninho and make everyone very cautious of everything.

Ramon - same with Chayanne’s were his first death was to a Blaze but his nightmare was significant. It made the admins make solid ground rules about certain things and make sure everyone knows the rules about reinforced bases.

Leo- Her death with whales made everyone realized how fucking beefy and super dangerous the whales are. Also that you shouldnt just AFK anywhere. That you should try to be in a safe place before AFKing.

Dapper - His first death was SUPER significant. It made people realize that the code is learning and adapting. Thus made Bad, Forever, Cellbit, and Etoiles go to Luzus computer and explode it. Which lead to Forever getting pieces of the computer and getting the motivation to try to bargain with it. Which lead to Cellbits betrayal and enderchests getting banned. It also gave the most insane book by Cucurcho which is “Perfect for you or for me?”

Richarlyson- His first day nightmare gave us that the eggs have first day immunity. Then his actual death showed us that uhh fuck bulls and that Mike blames himself for Richas death to this day. Also gave us Imortalyson and kinda Richarlyson’s mindset of ‘fuck it we ball’. All he has ever known is one life.

Trumpet - THE MOST IMPORTANT DEATH ON THE FUCKING SERVER HOLY SHIT. Yes Trumpet died from neglect but his death lead to the Theory Bros. For those who dont know, Bad went to Maxs house to comfort him about Trumpets death and one of the ways he tried to get Maxs mind off of Trumpets death is talk about how weird the island is. Thus Bad and Max theorizing about the island and the rest is history. Also it lead to Max and Bad interacting more and kinda making Max talk to more people around the island.

Tallulah - Her nightmare with Phil and Chayanne has significance as stated above. But her death with the Code is significant because it was the first time Forever saw an egg’s death. It deeply upset him and made him a lot more serious about the eggs. Also again made Philza more paranoid.

Pomme- She hasnt died yet but her nightmare I would say is pretty significant. Kinda with Ramons nightmare, it helped give the players, admins, and audience some more rules on things and what the admins can/cant do. It also made everyone realize “Holy shit theres a weapon that does 50000 damage and will one shot you and destroy your armor” which is terrifying on its own.

Everything is so significant on this fucking island and every egg is extra significant to this island. No death is taken in vain. They truly shaped the island and everything we know about it

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp chayanne #qsmp trump #qsmp trumpet #qsmp tilin #qsmp tilín #qsmp bobby #qsmp dapper #qsmp ramón #qsmp ramon #qsmp leonarda #qsmp juanaflippa #qsmp tallulah #qsmp pomme #qsmp richarlyson

[genderkoolaid]

something ive noticed as a very effeminate trans masc that dresses pretty androgynous & has been on hrt for many years is that the status of being a "dangerous man" can and will be placed on you (ime most often by cis white women) whenever expressing any kind of negative feelings. if i told friends of mine - even queer ones - that something they did hurt my feelings or made me upset, i was suddenly a dangerous man or a (man)ipulator or whatever - even if i didn't raise my voice. the very fact that i am unhappy combined with my proximity to manhood makes me a supposed threat in their eyes.

a couple years ago i had a group of cis girl friends. they would constantly pull me into women's bathrooms n such so i wouldn't be left behind saying its fine its fine bc im one of the girls (gender neutral) but then as soon as i was upset about something i was suddenly a dangerous man who needed to stay out of women's spaces,,,, despite the fact that of the 4 of us, the girl who joined after me was the one spreading this shit around my friend group so... how was i encroaching on womens spaces if i was there before her and i was invited in? luckily one of my friends told me that the other two were plotting to kick me out of my friend group on the sole basis of my proximity to manhood so i at least knew why they were suddenly treating me like shit

its just.. i cant understand why people dont think trans mascs and trans men are discriminated against when they literally said it was my "toxic man energy" that made them want me out WHILE ALSO being the ones convincing me to go into womens spaces bc they wanted to go somewhere and didnt wanna have to leave me behind & like i said im extremely effeminate and faggy and also NONBINARY so i dont understand what "man energy" they were talking about other than the fact that im on testosterone and thinking testosterone = man is just transphobic no matter how you try to twist it

but my taking testosterone was never a problem or made me evil or scary when they wanted me to go with them into women-only (&nonbinary too i guess unless youre amab (and they can tell) or been on testosterone for too long) spaces, it was only a problem when they wanted 1. a reason to criticise me relentlessly, borderline bullying or 2. a reason to dismiss any of my concerns or criticisms of their treatment of me

all of that, to me, is transandrophobia point blank. i dont know what else you could call it other than transphobia, but transphobia doesn't address any of the very blatant and obvious connection of how my transness affects their perception of my proximity to manhood and how that affected the situation

God that sucks. I'm sorry you went through that.

You make a very good point. This is why I don't want to define transandrophobia/ATM as just transphobia and misogyny directed at transmascs. I still think transunity theory is a really valuable way of looking at transphobia & its important to me that we are vocal about how masculine tropes are weaponized against trans people by cis people on the regular because of how we are positioned in relation to gender. Too many people think the that the only thing wrong with saying trans people have "dangerous male energy" is that its misgendering. So trans people who choose to associate themselves with manhood are left in the trash by the people who should know best how much being made out to be a Dangerous Male Invader hurts!

#m. #ask box #experiences with transandrophobia

[schizoidcel]

# JAX & GANGLE (SEPERATELY) x THEIR S/O IN THE REAL WORLD THAT ACCIDENTLY ENDED UP IN THE CIRCUS ☆

Ehmm so this is the req I accidently posted while I was like BARELY finished (awkward).

Anywho we don't care abt allat. Here it is 🙊 Srry for the wait anonsie !!

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🤍 HEADCANONS !!

warnings :: Not proofread, and like. 0.1% angst on both of them

♪ JAX ..

Jax is one of the members that notices something is off

Your body language, the way you speak etc. is something that makes him think "Did I meet this person before entering this digital world or am I tweaking??"

He's curious on why he feels like this, so he hangs around you more

This includes you getting pranked more than the others, getting dragged with him to anywhere, and all that shit.

He usually sits next to you at the feast table aswell

But no matter what he does, he can't seem to figure out why you feel so familiar to him (And why your antics make him feel weird inside in a positive way but he pretends this isn't happening)

So the conclusion he just came up with was you being an old co worker, old friend, or anything like that in the real world

Once you two were walking around, trying to find some sort of item for the current in house adventure

Jax told you in that moment about how he felt like he met you before entering the digital circus, and if you ever knew someone who acted like him to confirm his theory

To his luck, you did!

What he didn't expect though was you saying he kind of acted like your S/O.

You kind of regretted saying that after in fear of things getting awkward between you two but Jax looked like he didn't give a single fuck

Infact, he looked like he was questioning everything right now while also not looking like he was questioning everything right now

Did this mean he had a S/O?? That is you???

Hes abit conflicted with that statement ofcourse, and thinks about it

It would make sense; The reason to why you make him feel weird would be answered too

Though even then I feel like he wouldn't be sure how to go on about this.

Give him some time, I'd say

♪ GANGLE ..

Gangle also notices something weird, like she met you once before

But she thinks it's just her overthinking

Though, she did find it abit odd aswell because both of you got along immediatly

Like something clicked between you two.

You also defended Gangle alot, which was kind of suprising to her

You were interested in what she was interested, and even if you werent, you didn't go out of your way to look at her weirdly or make fun of it

So ofcourse she'll get attached.

But she still tells herself she's probably overthinking about the whole "I met you before entering the digital circus" thing

It would make sense, but it seemed impossible for her

She basically thinks that someone like you (Boss and shit) wouldn't hangout with her (Girlfail and shit) if it was actually both of you in the real world, even though you two regularly hang out in the digital one (Ik she is one of those people that think like that I just KNOW)

I feel like Gangle is also one of the few people that forgot almost everything about the outside world, this includes ofcourse having a S/O

And therefore, like the others, she'll also get upset when you tell her while you two were having a drawing sesh that you got here while helping the police investigate your S/O's missing person case

Gangle planned on confessing to you before you told her this

She didn't feel nervous around you, so she felt like that even if you rejected her, you could still be friends

Ofcourse, now she won't confess anymore, since she knows you already have a partner, and she dosen't want to make you uncomfortable in any way, shape or form (Oh girl)

Let's hope that if you both get out, Gangle gets her faded memories back and you see that your partner was literally in the digital world with you the entire time

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

This took longer than I wanted it to. I think imma quickly finish up some asks and then take a quick break lol

#jax x reader #gangle x reader #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader

[slothkittfunsies]

Deep Dive into the issues on Alastor.

CONTENT WARNING: Racism, Aphobia.

Now that I created a blog specifically for stuff like this, It's time for the dive.

Alastor is a character that resonates with me, because this guy is supposed to represent me and my people (aspec/aroace community) and I liked his pilot personality. (That went to shit)

This man got so many issues, that i have to take the pen myself and scribble what Vivzie has wrote. So, Let's start, shall we?

THE DESIGN

The first time I saw the Hazbin pilot, I got confused about what Alastor was supposed to be. I thought he was just a grey human wearing some kind of animal ears until the fandom said he is a deer.

A deer. Let that sink in.

(Images for comparsion)

As someone passionate about the arts, this upset me. Sure, I haven't been to art school, but even I know you need to put the backstory and features in mind when designing a character.

Character design is NOT throwing things at the wall and seeing which sticks. It needs actual critical thinking. If your audience is confused about your character's species, it's time to go back to the drawing table (unless you have a reason for making it mysterious.)

Second, the overabundance of red is awful in terms of color theory. This guy is in Hell, which is also red, causing an eyesore. I got a headache when trying to focus on him on a red background. And also, colors have meaning. People associate red with danger, so the fact he even managed to get victims to kill makes me puzzled.

Also, the fact he's supposed to be mixed/black makes this design even worse. Why is he grey instead of brown, perhaps? Vivzie has a pattern of making POCs grey-skinned, which is, again, awful.

I think Vivzie only made him a POC due to the voodoo issue. I mean, just remove the symbols and you are done. But nah the symbols are too "aesthetic" to remove. So gotta change his race.

She could have used another symbols, like THIS for example:

Since, you know, he's the "Radio Demon"?

THE BACKSTORY

Ok, this where I'm very confused.

Alastor is a radio host, and also a serial killer. He was born in the USA, got killed by a deer hunter by mistake, and lived in the 1920's.

This is what I gathered from being a superfan back then, and it sounds unorganised/cluttered. And the years he lived in make his design even worse. (Again! His clothing doesn't speak the 1920s!)

The fact he's from an old era, and yet speaks in modern slang is weird. He's supposed to hate anything modern, and yet he does it anyway? His saying "fuck" multiple times is so out of character for him. I guess the "If made by Vivziepop" memes have some truth.

Putting the fact he's mixed, makes the backstory more confusing. How did he manage to be a popular radio host at the time before the civil rights movement became a thing? He will have been put down like the rest of the POCs in America. Either that he's white-passing, or it's VERY difficult. Adding the fact he's a serial killer makes me think how the cops didn't get to him (the mere fact he's black should have got him questioned in 1920s America)

Now, for his identity. I'm mad he's the only aroace character in the sea of gays and bisexuals. (I'm not saying gay men and bisexual people should not have representation. I have to say that due to tumblr's piss poor reading comprehersion)

which made me go through on why Vivzie made him aroace in the first place. I don't know if this is true, but I heard she made him aroace because "he only loves himself"

Um. Here we go again with allos assuming we are non-empathic psychopaths for our lack of sexual or/and romantic attraction. I hope that's not true at all, but knowing Vivzie's past, I wouldn't be surprised.

Alastor would have been a great character if another person took care of it instead of Vivziepop. What I'm gonna say is, wasted potential.

#hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical #hazbin critique #hazbin critical #spindlehorse critical

[respectthepetty]

How does it feel to stay winning Petty? Also who would've guessed that baby Barcode would be the one of the BOC boys to collect kisses from all the homies!?

Anon, I appreciate you sending this because, right now, I feel like an elite status female rapper. Like CL from 2NE1 rapped in their 2011 hit, "I am the best", Be On Cloud owns me, and y'all can't tell me shit about this show.

I know I have some Wild Ass Theories and I'm always clownin' in these BL streets, but I love when my theories actually hit their target like . . .

When I knew Teacher Chadok was in a relationship with Teacher Dika since the first episode of The Eclipse.

When I knew Kanghan's house was going to be robbed and his dad would be shot since the third episode of Dangerous Romance, even though I thought Saifah would do it.

When I knew Pat was working with Joke to win over Zo since the first episode of Hidden Agenda.

I love making Wild Ass Theories no matter how crazy they are, like my belief that the twins' dad is involved in this whole murder and sex work plot in Playboyy. No matter what happened in this past episode, I still believe it and am eagerly awaiting the upcoming chaos to see how hard I clowned.

Which is why I LOVE Dead Friend Forever.

I want the record to state that no matter what happens after episode seven, that at this exact moment in time, I love this show. It makes me happy to be alive at the same time this is airing, and I'm not joking. I want to remember that at one point, this show was everything to me, and even if it goes down hill, it had all my attention in the first seven episodes. I want to appreciate it right now because regardless of what happens, it did everything right in the first half.

With the way some shows keep losing their footing in the end, sometimes we forget how good they were in the beginning, and the emo in me doesn't want to forget this feeling. Some of my favorite movies are Scream, Heathers, and Jawbreaker so this show has been giving me the explicitly queer version of kill your frenemies since the very first episode, and I love it.

My internal alarm went off the second Tee got upset that Phi was speaking to White in episode one, then the dark hand touched him making him enemy #1. I didn't like the way he told White he needed to obey him, and I feel like the dark hand wasn't too pleased with it either. It was a vibe.

And now Non has a hurt hand in the past from falling off the bike . . .

Then, Jin was the main character of the previous film, so he was either the killer or the biggest baddie.

But Phi was just so sus, that I clocked him as a killer.

Which meant Phi and Jin were the killers, but Tan has no backstory and people with no history are intentionally hiding it, so they can kill everyone and peace out.

So in my mind, Tan and Phi were regulated to the killers, Tee was the second to last to die, which I'm hoping it's by his boyfriend White who he thinks disobeys him, and the rest of the squad would die as needed. Which left Jin to be the baddie.

All of my theories could blow up at any second because we don't know if Jin actually sent that video or if his computer fizzled out before it finished uploading, so he could still be a killer avenging Non instead of a baddie who wronged Non (but he took the video and that is messed up regardless of what he planned to do with it).

But either way, I'm hoping it comes down to Phi and Jin in that forest because the show started with them.

And I don't think Jin realizes who Phi is to Non since Jin never got a good look at Phi's face in the past.

The Twitter folks spotted that Phi's dad was the police chief from the letters the boys got calling them in for interrogation in episode six.

And now the knife from episode two is showing up in the past in Non's backpack.

Up until this point, I feel the show has laid out a solid story with a good cast, and I think Be On Cloud relied on their KinnPorsche casting to throw people off in this show because who expected Us to be doomed in the first episode? That was like Drew Barrymore dying at the beginning of Scream.

People have felt off about JJ's character, but the show wouldn't really have JJ do anything bad to sweet Barcode, right?

And Barcode and Ta being paired together was a pipe dream for the Macau x Porchay shippers, so it could never happen here!

Especially because Ta and Copper won The Hidden Character, which meant they were going to be the main pair of this show, right?

WRONG!

Barcode is gonna be involved in some fucked up shit, and according to those MDL comments, people are realizing they messed up making any assumptions before this show started based on what the actors previously did.

I truly feel like BOC looked at its lineup and said "Baby Barcode was babygirled so hard for the past two years that the audience won't even think his character is capable of such things"

and I love that for us.

BOC gave these youngsters (19-23 in age) a script from Dr. Sammon and the Pit Babe writers and said "go HAM, bitches"

And the audience stays winning.

This isn't about my Wild Ass Theories coming true. This is an appreciation post for what this show has given to me up until this point - a good mystery.

Every week I have more questions and none of them feel like they will go unanswered. Is Non dead? Did Jin actually upload the video? Is Tan a killer? Why did Phi hook up with Jin? Will White finally snap, crackle, and pop like a bag of Rice Krispies treats for the mere fact that he simply wanted a nice weekend getaway with his boyfriend and now has to deal with all this bullshit?

But most importantly, when did Phi realize he was going to kill all of them after making them run around scared for their lives?

Because by time the show makes it back to the present day, I'm sure we're all going to want to watch these kids suffer in the worst ways possible.

Manipulate, Murder, Mayhem

#dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #I got wild theories for days #but all I know for sure is I love this show #please don't disappoint me show #you have all my attention #don't break my heart #phi has to be in on this #he must want revenge #and a confession #let me have this!

[books-and-catears]

Unravelling Solomon (Pt. II): Random Solomon observations and theories

Do you know what staying locked inside a basement with barely any sunlight does to a child's immunity system?

He's as pale as snow and his body has developed an aversion too much natural light and heat (he keeps the AC on in his room all the time in Purgatory Hall) because his body is just used to it.

His childlike reaction to any games the brothers or other characters might play or even his usual cheerful reactions to general chaos happening in the house - it shows exactly how the smallest things make him happy. And to someone who grew up with nothing but his own company, anything is fun.

(my whole heart ACK-)

The way he's just willing to come over just for a hug - he's so touch-starved it hurts. And we also see that physical touch gives him comfort especially when he's upset.

Perhaps the only comfort he could have was wrapping his own arms around him to keep warm. And you'll notice it when he hugs you, he lingers longer than anyone else and doesn't let go until you do.

Remember this from the "Just Kidding" event? It was stuck in my mind for a long time because the moment I heard the usually confident and carefree Solomon revert to this in his child form, I knew something was very very wrong with his childhood.

And man when his backstory was revealed...it's so much worse than I imagined. I just to want to hold this man forever.

And look at how he reacts when has to let go of a pet he merely kept for a week (in the Raise event). He forms connections so deeply even in such a short amount of time, dedicating so much time worrying and overthinking about the other's welfare.

Is it any wonder that he's the one who chased is down through time? You think this man here would ever be okay leaving you alone if he doesn't know for sure that you are safe? Yeah never.

That confident, shit-eating grin is just for show. Behind closed doors he's a scared child clinging tightly to the person he loves so much because he's afraid he'll wake up alone in that dark basement again.

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me screenshots #obey me rant #obey me angst #its 6:23 am and Im rambling about Solomon #OBSESSED BEHAVIOUR AHHHHH HELP- #obey me spoilers

[mixelation]

oh yeah i wrote this last night

“No,” Shisui said, flatly. “Absolutely not.”

He still maintained his proper at ease pose, feet apart and arms folded behind his back. It was a stark contrast to his rather blatant words. 

“I recognize you have a very… strong interpersonal relationship,” Minato said carefully. “But like all our shinobi, Tori knows how to behave professionally when on missions.”

“With all due respect,” Shisui replied, “if she wasn’t a problem, you could hand her to any other captain.”

Minato’s lips thinned. He had wasted so many years believing Tori was the most personable member of Team 4, and now look what he and Kushina had allowed her to become. Now that he needed to temporarily pull a fuinjutsu master for ANBU, it was becoming clear she’d somehow ended up on the shit list of several key ANBU members. She was as bad as Itachi in terms of reputation, except she had to clout within ANBU to command respect. 

He could just put Kushina on this mission, but her personality was wildly unsuited for ANBU. Tori was theoretically a much better pick. She could be incredibly discreet when she wanted to be. 

Shisui’s dark eyes watched him, waiting for a reply. Unlike any member of Team 4, Shisui was not openly judging him for his decisions, or the fact that he’d just let Tori piss off half of ANBU and done nothing to intervene. 

“Uchiha Itachi recommended you,” Minato said finally. “He believes your skills would complement, and that despite your differences, you would be able to read each other well, despite never having run a mission together.”

He could tell Shisui was fighting hard to not react, like a good ANBU. 

“Perhaps Itachi should captain this mission then,” Shisui said finally. “They have an excellent mission record together.”

“You know I can’t assign them together,” Minato replied. 

In theory, he could, because he could do whatever he wanted as Hokage. But now that they were dating, he didn’t want to throw them together into a high-stakes mission until after they’d had some trainings on workplace romances and run a few easier missions together, if they wanted to explore that. Romantic feelings and missions could be a disaster for both the mission and the relationship. 

(Kushina would be so upset if they broke up.)

Shisui took a deep breath. 

“If you force this,” Shisui said, steely eyed, “I will consider resigning from ANBU.”

Wow, Minato thought. He hadn’t thought they’d disliked each other this much. 

“I will take your opinion into consideration,” Minato said, and then dismissed him. 

Minato distracted himself with some more mission assignments for an hour, but he inevitably came back around to the Tori problem. 

The unfortunate truth of the situation was that he did have to build an ANBU team around her, rather than carefully pull the best agents from a range of different candidates. 

The mission was a rare invitation from the Water Country Daimyo. He wanted a certain political enemy eliminated, but all three of Kiri’s own attempts to assassinate the mark had failed, because the mark had somehow turned his home into a maze of fuinjutsu barriers and traps. So the Daimyo wanted Konoha to infiltrate, kill only the mark and his two partners, and also not leave any evidence a foreign ninja had done this so he didn’t have to explain anything to the Mizukage. 

The fuuinjutsu requirement, along with baseline ANBU requirements, meant literally only Kushina and Tori could reliably do this, and Kushina was horrible at being subtle. 

Could he maybe move the mission out of ANBU and widen his pool of other teammates…? No, it really had to be ANBU. 

What if he just did the mission?

Kakashi walked into the office to find Minato with both hands in his hair, glaring at the current ANBU roster. ANBU Jaguar would be perfect for this, actually, except Tori had brought Jaguar to Book Club the time Bounty Hunter Kakuzu had inexplicably shown up. 

“Have you also been speaking to genin?” Kakashi asked, dropping a folder onto Minato’s desk. 

Minato stared up at him helplessly. That was right; he’d asked for the newest Jounin Sensei to turn in their six month report on their genin teams in a tad early so they could discuss entering them in the Chunin Exams this round. 

Team 7 must have really done a whammy on Kakashi if he was the first to turn his in. 

“ANBU is sort of like speaking to children,” Minato said, and Kakashi dropped into a seat across from him to listen to him whine. 

“Just make Itachi deal with her,” Kakashi said when Minato finished. “Or are you afraid their relationship will turn them into a vortex of toxic behavior likes of which ANBU has never seen?”

“Something like that,” Minato replied. He absently picked up a pen and jotted down a note to himself to tell them they had to do workplace romance training so he never had to deal with this again. 

Then Minato said, “I really thought Shisui was a good fit. They’re not friendly, but they’re civil at Book Club.”

“Ah, it’s because Shisui is intimately aware she’s a manipulative little monster,” Kakashi said. He settled back further in his chair and crossed his legs. “He used to get weird about having to work with Itachi too.”

Minato sighed and tapped his fingers on the desk. He should have a conversation with Tori about being more pleasant. Except if he used that wording both she and, more importantly, Kushina would yell at him about being anti-feminist because… something something women were expected to be kind and gentle where men weren’t. 

He just wanted her to not use her teammates as psych experiments… 

“Hey,” Minato said, eyeing Kakashi up and down. “Do you want a break from your genin?”

Kakashi, currently fiddling with a pen, froze. 

“It’ll only be a couple weeks,” Minato said. “I’ll stick them with someone else and tell them it’s an evaluation for candidacy to the Chunin Exam.”

Kakshi looked less than convinced. 

“I of course enjoy my cute little ninja sibling,” Kakashi said very slowly. “But only in my personal time. When there’s other people to point her at.”

Minato could force the issue and just assign Kakashi to the mission. But he was trying so hard to get people to get along on their own. That was his philosophy as Hokage. 

Of course, sometimes people just didn’t want to get along, and then he had to use other tactics. 

“I’ll get you Jiraiya’s current manuscript,” Minato offered. “And just think: it’ll be really, really funny.”

Kakashi looked more considering. 

xXx

Tori stared down at the mask on the desk. Her eyes rose, meeting MInato’s. They had a certain dewey quality to them that almost made him feel bad.

“Why would you do this to me?” Tori asked, sounding betrayed. 

“Wow,” Kakashi said, putting a hand on a hip. He was a nostalgic sight, in full ANBU uniform again. “Usually people are overjoyed to work with me.”

Tori made a face like she didn’t believe this. 

“It’s just like any other mission,” Minato assured her. “Just with a couple extra rules.”

Tori reached hesitantly for the mask.

“If you make me ANBU Songbird,” she said, turning it over in her hands, “I am going missing-nin.”

“So,” Minato said blandly, “a stricter behavior code is part of your temporary ANBU assignment–”

“Maa, it’s a Nightingale,” Kakashi interrupted, completely undermining Minato lecture on how he should technically give Tori several demerits and send her off to a psych eval for her joke. “Which I believe is a songbird. Suborder Passeri, right?”

Kakashi had definitely looked this up beforehand, specifically for this. 

“Why would you do this to me?” Tori repeated. 

“I was being sensitive,” Minato defended. “You went on for a very long time about your ancestor Nightingale, and it was available.”

Tori stared at him, clearly confused. 

“The statistician?” he tried. 

“Florence Nightingale?” Tori said, sounding mildly scandalized. “She’s not my ancestor!”

Minato could have sworn Deidara had referred to this Nightingale person as “one of Tori’s people” to explain the strange given name. Maybe he hadn’t meant she was part of Tori’s family after all…?

“No one gets to choose their own mask,” Minato said, backtracking. “I try to allow people to turn down temp ANBU assignments, but we really don’t have anyone else with the required skillset.”

Tori scowled down at the mask some more. Minato would at least hear her out, if she decided to give an actual argument for not wanting to run an ANBU mission, but she didn’t offer one up. 

“Maa, I’ll try to fill the rest of the team with people you haven’t personally harassed,” Kakashi said. “Although that’s not a long list…”

Tori held the mask up to her face experimentally, then pulled it away. 

“Do you sterilize these between uses?” she asked. 

“Yes, of course,” Minato said. “But, um, that one’s been in storage for years. I’d clean it again.”

“Don’t worry, my cute little sister,” Kakashi drawled, “I will teach you in the way of mask hygiene.”

Tori shot Minato another pained, betrayed look. 

“He means that as your captain, he’ll brief you on how this works,” Minato said. He almost reassured Tori that Kakashi really was one of their best. But she already knew that. 

Kakashi swung an arm around her shoulder and walked her out, listing tips for cleaning her mask and borrowed armor as he went. 

Minato watched them go with conflicting emotions. Kakashi and Tori… made each other behave worse, in public. It was heartwarming when he looked at them as young people he’d mentored: their mutual interests brought each other out of their shells and they enjoyed each other’s company. It was also kind of a nightmare when he thought of them as soldiers under his command. He trusted both of them to reel it in once the mission started, but Tori’s orientation would almost definitely end with more names on the list of ANBU Tori had personally harassed. 

Ah well. It would be character building for whoever they ended up harassing.

#reborn au #my writing

[twstjam]

Unforeseen

HAHA it's not a Matcha fic if it isn't edited and posted at 2-3 AM amirite I don't know what this is I was just brainrotting about Malleyuu + Yuu and Sebek friendship + my take on post-NRC and this is what came out of it. I INITIALLY planned to only write the first and last parts but then my brain decided that it would be a good idea to come up with all the other shit in between and now this mess exists 👍 This also features a few theories and hcs based on Book 7 Chapter 4 lore, like how Malleus hatched and how Draconia babies are made. Summary: Sebek goes missing and with Malleus's first child with you on the way the prince is anxious about the affects of unexpected events on his family and the future.

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There aren't many things that can scare a dragon.

But then correspondence from Sebek's party stops, and Malleus swears his blood freezes.

He's sure he wears out the floor with his pacing, blood humming with restless surges of magic and throat hot with the urge to release fire as he waits with patience that wears thinner by the hour. Silver stands in the doorway, the disapproving gaze he'd imagine on his father reflected exactly on the guard's face as he tells Malleus to go to bed.

Malleus would laugh at the irony if he didn't instead begin to worry about the emptiness he'd leave next to his spouse if he remains awake until dawn again. Well, not that you'd be entirely alone.

Your arms are encircled around a massive black egg, held close to your chest like you used to do with the monster cat curled up against it. Grim rumbles like a motorboat, the only sound that remains when Malleus enters the bedroom and all conversation is halted.

You sit up, not without keeping some part of you touching the egg in some way, eyes alight with hope. Malleus's heart sinks at the way your expression falls at the frown he wears.

Referring to you and Sebek as "close" would be an understatement. Since your first day at the castle, the both of you have practically been attached at the hip, falling back into the familiar roles of your years together as students at Night Raven College. Malleus would call it an imitation of Sebek's excessive devotion to him back in those years if it weren't more personal; the two of you are often whispering secrets or nonsense, laughing, bantering, and smiling with each other despite your roles as guard and master. It's nothing like how Malleus is guarded and he sometimes finds himself feeling the ugly curl of envy at the thought.

Malleus can't fault Sebek for keeping his distance. He knows that his role as the future king forms a boundary between them that cannot and should not be crossed, but that doesn't mean that Malleus is any less upset about it.

Sebek isn't with you now though, and neither is he with Malleus, nor Silver. Malleus remembers a time like yesterday (at least to him) when Sebek would sob upon being torn from Malleus's side, but he recalls that on the day of the guard's departure, he had been insistent. Dedicated, as always, to anything and everything that would keep his lord and friend safe. You'd hugged him goodbye and waved him off cheerily, grin wide as you shouted at him to "Don't forget the souvenirs!"

"I'm doing reconnaissance, not going on a vacation," Sebek had groaned when you'd told him the same thing prior, shooting Silver a glare when the other man had muttered under his breath, "Seven knows you need one." He had redirected it, tired and pleading at Malleus when the prince had laughed.

(Malleus tries to remember what it was like; laughing. When he had lamented this aloud, you had called him a Drama Queen, but that doesn't mean you're any less worn with worry even if you don't share his admittedly exaggerated sentiment.)

"We should just go look for 'im!" Grim grouches, disguising his own worry behind drained patience at everyone's trepidation. He's practically your other half, (and more in tune with your feelings than Malleus is, he'd begrudgingly admit.) so he's as tied to Sebek as you are.

""We"?" Malleus questions sharply at your nod of agreement.

"The longer we go without a word from him the less I think I can wait, Tsuno," you plead. Malleus looks down at you understandingly, but his eyes are sad as he places a careful hand on the egg nestled in your arms. Guilt crosses your face, but the determination remains in your eyes.

"Stay with the egg," you tell him with finality, but if anyone can fight you on this it's Malleus.

"I care for Sebek, truly." Malleus cuts you off when you open your mouth to argue that I didn't say you don't— "But I will not risk the chance of our child growing without either of us by their side."

It's something that he has a firm stance on and you know that you can't ever argue with it, even if you're not willing to give up the vision in your mind of both Silver and Sebek also being by their side when they hatch. You curl up around the egg further, resigned, even as you murmur, "What do we do, then?"

"We wait," Malleus says, apologetic as he gathers his child, the love of his life, and their cherished animal companion in his arms. He curls his tail around them protectively despite his family being in the safety of his arms and his nest. He can feel Grim vibrating with unrelenting purrs against his chest, the furry little beast squishing his face against the egg as he kneads little biscuits over its curved surface. You settle with your head against Malleus's chest, dissatisfied but resigned.

----

Malleus watches you shriek when you lay your eyes on Ace and Deuce right before you bowl them over to the floor in excitement and he knows he made the right call inviting them to the castle.

Few humans ever set foot on the castle floors, not many fae keen on just the idea of it, but Malleus is the future king and he can do whatever the Hell he wants and that includes letting your friends come over for a few days to cheer you up, traditions be damned.

With Ace and Deuce around, the castle is alive in a way it hasn't been in weeks. It's not just a product of their making but yours as well, the three of you along with Grim at your heels always up to something in the castle when you're all together. Malleus is more than happy to watch over the egg as you catch up with your friends, but that doesn't mean he's free from your attention any less.

"How much longer is it gonna take for it to hatch?" Ace says in both amazement and curiosity while Deuce tries to wrap his head around the concept of a magically conceived and hatched egg (It's not really that complicated. Malleus can't understand what might be so confusing about it.). They're both standing around the egg at a distance but still closer than anyone else you and Malleus have allowed in the unborn heir's presence.

(That is, if he doesn't count Silver and Sebek.)

"Like, half a year, or something like that." You tilt your head up at him for confirmation. "Right?"

"Indeed," Malleus crows proudly, hand smoothing over the egg's shell. Grim hops up onto Malleus's lap and rubs up against the egg, butting up into Malleus's palm when he raises it to pet him. You smile with excitement, lips pulled between your teeth as you hop in your seat across from them.

"I can't wait," you chirp, linking your arms with your friends' and bouncing them along with you. "You guys have to be there when it happens, so make sure you've got nothing going on."

"Oh, you bet," Ace laughs, eyes shining with mirroring eagerness.

"Are you kidding? Like we'd miss your kid being born! Uh.... hatched?" Deuce muses.

Malleus hums, pleased at their assent, hands cradling the egg's sides lovingly. Along with Ace and Deuce, you were also planning to invite your other old friends from NRC to witness the hatching, which Malleus had agreed to without missing a beat.

Though he hadn't even been a minute old, Malleus remembers his own hatching. He doesn't think he can ever forget it; the overbearing loneliness as he broke the shell and gazed into tearful red eyes. Despite the waves of love that had urged him to come out, the room had been so empty except for the fae that had coaxed him out of his eggshell.

Malleus doesn't wish for such an experience to ever be known to his children.

He knows the image you see in your head of your child's hatchday, can see you proudly presenting his heir to the eager eyes of your friends. He can see them all now, gathered around you with the privilege to lay eyes on the future ruler of Briar Valley before anyone else; Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Ortho... and Sebek.

Malleus's fingers curl, claws lightly scraping against the shell of his child's egg.

Sebek will be there. He knows that you haven't given that up in your mind, and neither will he.

----

Malleus still remembers the day, a year or so ago, when the two of you had finally announced that an egg had been successfully conceived.

His grandmother was the first to come see it, of course. She had manifested, eyes wild and frantic, in a burst of green flames. She at least had had the decency to appear outside of his and your chambers instead of coming right in, but the moment Malleus opened the door to greet her she was brushing right past him.

It was the first time you and Malleus (and possibly anyone really) had seen Briar Queen Maleficia so emotional. You had awkwardly patted her back in an attempt to soothe her surging emotions, but it had instead gotten you pulled into a stifling hug that had you breathless. Malleus had watched with both amusement and tears in his eyes as his grandmother murmured "thank you"s to you over and over on repeat while you reached for him with your arms, silently begging for assistance.

After that, it was time to introduce the egg to the rest of his family.

Though it wasn't her egg, Maleficia had to be convinced to allow other people close to it, relenting with a pout. She remained in the room though, so when you had returned with Silver and Sebek in tow, her presence was the first thing that they registered. Sebek had gotten so caught up with stuttering formalities that he didn't even notice the egg for a full five minutes.

Everybody else in the room were already prepared for when he finally did, hands held over ears round and pointed alike as he screeched in surprise.

"An egg! You have an egg?!" he'd screamed in disbelief. You'd laughed as he grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you. "I'm not dreaming, am I?! Please tell me I'm not—!"

"You're not—!!!" you'd shouted, and the two of you had both shrieked with glee as Sebek picked you up and spun you around the air. He had chanted his congratulations while you vigorously repeated "Thank you!"s.

He had put you down awkwardly when he remembered again that Maleficia was in the room, clearing his throat and recollecting his composure while you continued to giggle. His joy was so infectious though that it even had Maleficia cracking a smile despite being in the face of some of her subjects.

"Do I not get a hug also?" Malleus had tried to be lighthearted but he couldn't help the pout on his face. Though he was reluctant and still alert to presence of the queen, Sebek had relented and given him the privilege. It wasn't anything like the hug he had given you, but it was meaningful and personal nonetheless. Silver had joined at Malleus's beckoning and the prince had held them both close, so many words of relief and gratitude going unspoken but communicated between the three of them nonetheless through one shared gesture.

Malleus had looked up at the quiet shuttering of a ghost camera and saw you show a polaroid to his grandmother with a proud grin.

"Could you perhaps make a duplicate of that for me?" she had mused.

----

Malleus is unsure if Ortho's surprise visit to the castle could be considered a pleasant one. Perhaps, if it were under different circumstances. Perhaps, if he had returned with Sebek and he wasn't practically painted with injuries.

Malleus was in the middle of his duties when he had found out. He had been discussing with the council the search itself for Sebek and his party when a member of the castle staff burst through the door and unceremoniously interrupted the meeting. They were quickly forgiven when they'd frantically informed him that Sir Zigvolt had finally returned.

Malleus had torn through the halls in a billow of black robes, legs carrying him thoughtlessly to his destination, eyes like green spotlights in the dimly-lit halls. The servants parted and made way for him wordlessly.

When he finally arrives, both you and Grim are already there, sitting by Sebek's bedside and on his lap respectively while Ortho hovers at his other side. Malleus is momentarily relieved that you'd been informed first, but then he sees the state Sebek is in and he's next to you in an instant.

Sebek's slit pupils dart to him for the briefest second before looking away with a grimace. He seems to sink further into the pillows cushioning his back at his sitting position, shame evident in his eyes and the way his lips are twisted in a way that morphs the cuts and bruises on his face.

"My liege—" he rasps, and the fire in Malleus's chest roars and pulls.

"Silence," he commands, a little too sharply and it aches how Sebek shrinks further into himself. Malleus sucks in a breath and forces himself to calm down. He sits down on the bed, holds out his hand, and speaks, softer this time, "Be still."

Sebek opens his mouth to retort but you shoot him a reprimanding look that has him going quiet again. Malleus notices how Sebek doesn't retreat from you and he feels that familiar pang of jealousy again.

Now is not the time for such trivial matters, boy. Your family is hurt. a voice chides him in his head. He holds his hand over Sebek's face, and though the halfling twitches slightly in discomfort, he closes his eyes to the warmth of Malleus's magic as his injuries begin to heal.

As Sebek relaxes, the tension easing further out of him as his pain fades away, Ortho begins to explain what had happened, how he had found Sebek, and why.

As it turns out, the treacherous group that Sebek's party was sent to observe was also being investigated by S.T.Y.X.. Sebek and his group had gotten ambsuhed and captured— At this, your hand tightens further around Sebek's much larger one. It draws Malleus's attention, and a low growl escapes him at the redness of iron burns peeking ever-so-slightly from beneath Sebek's sleeve.— and when Ortho had discovered this, he had gone in and rescued them as fast as he could. Sebek's injuries had been worse, apparently, and there was only so much Ortho could do with his built-in medical procedures in such a short amount of time.

The young humanoid seems to sag defeatedly at this, but you're quick to reassure him that "No, you did great. I mean it, Orr. Thank you."

Even Sebek had opened his eyes to shoot Ortho a reprimanding yet grateful look.

"I can confirm. I might not be here currently if it were not for your action, Ortho."

Ortho's eyes go wide at this and he scrubs at them with the heel of his palm as dribbles of liquid stain his cheeks.

"Y-You're going to activate my crying simulation again, Sebek!" he chokes out. He suddenly looks up, teary eyes meeting Malleus's, and Sebek looks like he wants to stop him from speaking but he's too late as Ortho blurts out, "I hope you are not disappointed in him, Malleus Draconia, though I don't think that you are! Regardless, you should know that Sebek was really cool, even though he was the one being rescued! He was suffering from severe iron burns and yet he stood up to the enemy captain anyway and bit his arm off when he tried to grab me! It was like he was the hero!"

An embarrassed blush spreads over Sebek's cheeks at Ortho's retelling, his flustered gaze suddenly finding interest in Grim's silky fur beneath his fingers. Despite his demeanor, his voice is as sure as ever as he says, "Well, of course I couldn't just stand there and let you be hurt after all the trouble you went through because of my blunder!"

At this statement, Malleus turns to him questioningly. "Sebek—"

"It was due to my shortcomings that we were captured, Lord Malleus," Sebek admits, shamefully and yet boldly as he looks up to finally meet his master's eyes. "It was my fault. The solution was so simple. If only I had...." Sebek's brow furrows in frustration, his fists clenching, the one holding your hand wrapping around your fingers fiercely. "If only I was—"

"Sebek," Malleus says, gently yet firmly, a mere mimicry of your reassuring tone, but it works to cut Sebek off before he begins his tangent. "That does not matter."

His hands draw downwards, brushing against yours before carefully wrapping around Sebek's wrists. Sebek inhales sharply at the sting of contact but eases again at the warmth of healing magic.

"What matters now is that everyone is safe. Is that you are safe. That you have returned to us."

He knows it's selfish. As prince, he knows it's unfair and unwise to be so forgiving of one of his guards' failures— A single wrong move could mean the downfall of the entire kingdom, after all— but Malleus finds that he doesn't care. He finds that, with Sebek back in the safety of the castle, with his family— All of his family— back in the safety of his arms, he doesn't care.

After weeks of worry and weariness and heavy thoughts of paranoia and doubt, Malleus for the first time feels a weight lift off his shoulders and it's like he can breathe again. He remembers again the feeling of relief.

Your hand that's not holding Sebek's reach for one of Malleus's. He accepts it gratefully, looking down to return your equally relieved smile, but when he meets your eyes, the expression on your face is not what he expects.

Instead of warmth, instead of anxiety flooding out of you and tears gathering in your eyes, your expression is cold and detached; eyes distant, lips pulled firmly into a thin line, and brows fighting to not draw down in what he knows would be the most fearsome glare he's ever seen in his years of living.

There aren't many things that can scare a dragon, but right now, as he watches you, the barely-restrained fury on your face  and the chilling desire for damnation in your eyes, Malleus feels the fire in his chest snuff out, retreating to make way for the real beast.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #twst grim #twst yuu #twst mc #prefect yuu #ramshackle prefect #nrc first years #twst first years #ortho shroud #idk how to write ortho I hope he's okay :') #ace trappola #deuce spade #They're there!!! For 5 seconds— #malleyuu #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia x yuu #malleus draconia x mc #matcha writes a bit #diasomnia

[fool4round]

I absolutely love the theory that Mike is Henry’s kid. Usually I’d be upset that they made the movie a whole other universe, different from the games, different from the books, but this universe is so captivating. If Henry is Mike’s dad, Henry and William’s families must’ve been close, but that brings up so many questions. If they were family friends, why does Mike not recognize Will at the beginning of the movie? And even more, after he knows Will’s real name and who he is, why does he still not remember? Well I have three theories.

One, the basic “trauma made me forget”. But would it be possible for Mike to COMPLETELY forget a whole person? Not just a whole person, a WHOLE family? Likely, that’s not it.

Two, Will may have changed so much from when they last met that Mike can’t recognize him. It makes sense, we can presume that Mike was the same age the last time he saw Garret AND the last time he saw Will, just a couple days or months apart, and Mike was 12. Now he’s maybe 25 or 27? That’s a pretty big gap of time for someone’s face to change, AND it would make sense that he doesn’t remember Vanessa either. If we combine it with the first theory, maybe there’s something there.

But the last theory I like the most, he knew. At least after Vanessa told him his real name. The reason I think this is because of how he never acts like he never new Will, which would make sense, why would he know a William Afton? He only met a Steve Raglan. As well with what he says after he finds out, “you knew?” Maybe that’s when he’s realizing. Realizing that Vanessa new who Mike was, along with Mike’s family, along with the whole children murder thing. That’s why Will looks shaken when he reads Mike’s last name. But what if his name was really Micheal Emily. I was always weirded out about how Mike never introduces himself with his last name, neither does Abby, neither does aunt Jane. Maybe Mike told Will that his name was Micheal Schmidt, but on the papers, it was really “Micheal Emily”.

I’m thinking maybe after Mike and Abby’s mom died, when their dad left, they became so upset with him that they chose to take their mothers name instead? Another reason I feel this way is because before Will is about to kill Mike, he says, almost sarcastically, “Farewell Micheal Schmidt.” Also, before that he mentions that the animatronics told Will about Abby, meaning he didn’t know about her, that makes sense if the last time the Emily’s saw Will, was before Abby was born. But one last theory, Vanessa has the same airplane that Garret has, maybe he used the same airplane to get Garret to get in the car, or maybe, it was a present, from the Afton’s to the Emily’s

If we add all three theories together, we get a story. Mike was Henry Emily’s kid, Henry did something to make Will angry, Will kills Garret (maybe with Vanessa’s help) along with the others. Mike’s family falls apart, at one point, Abby was born, their mom died and dad left. Feeling betrayed, Mike and Abby took their mom’s last name, but didn’t change it legally. Years later, Mike and ‘Steve’ meet, Mike being too young and too traumatized to remember Will at that point, Will finds out he’s an Emily and sends him to the pizzeria to be killed. Yada yada stuff happens, Mike finds out that the killer of his brother was the killer of other children and a close family friend, everything comes back to him. (in the scene you can almost see tears in his eyes but it might be the lighting lol) And so on and so forth

Anyway this might be a shit theory but I’m kinda proud, we’ll just have to wait for the next movie that’ll come out in 2050

#fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fandom #fnaf theory #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #vanessa afton #william afton #steve raglan

[co-sharkie]

Grayson Waller and the Exes to Lovers Trope

ft. A red flag of a boyfriend

Because @there-goes-thefighter broke my heart with the Pat McAfee fic.

You and Grayson had broken up two years ago. It left both of you distraught, but it was mutual in the end. You two had different preferences.

You wanted your relationship private. With both of you being professional wrestlers, you didn't want your relationship to be jeopardized by random people on the internet. Even when their words weren't true, they could still burn a hole in your bond.

Grayson wanted a public relationship. He wanted everyone to know about his girlfriend that he was so happy and proud to be with. When you told him you did not want that his insecurities got the best of him. Grayson thought you were ashamed of being with him, but that wasn't the case.

You two had rarely argued during the length of your relationship. So, when you did, it felt like the world was ending. In the heat of the argument you both had decided to separate. Maybe fate would bring you two back together one day, but fate never came (fast, anyway).

Grayson was a mess after the breakup. His performance on NXT was at it's lowest. He barely got sleep for the longest time and he kept finding himself scrolling your social media profiles late at night.

You tried your best to keep your head up, and you did pretty well. You were signed onto Smackdown around a month after your break up. Not long after, you found someone who you thought made you feel something again.

Grayson's performance picked up half a year after the breakup. He was talked to by the higher ups and was forced to get his shit together.

Around a year after the breakup, he was signed with Smackdown. Even though he was excited to progress in his wrestling career, he realized you would be on Smackdown with him, which would make it 10x harder.

He panicked when he first saw a glimpse of you backstage. He wanted to run into your arms and cry and apologize for everything. Tell you that he'd keep a private relationship, that he wouldn't push your boundaries, that he loves you—

But something stopped him. Another man had wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. Grayson felt his heart shatter. More than when you two had broken up. Because he knew he couldn't piece it back together now. He knew he truly lost you.

Even though Grayson knew you were gone for good, he still tried his best. He showed off in the ring, giving it his all. After every match, he was reminded of when you would jump at him and congratulate him.

Whenever his gear changed to match Austin Theory's colors, he wished he could hear you compliment him again. Just like you always used to.

Grayson's confidence dropped but his performance didn't. Every now and then he would see you with this new man. And for some reason, the more he saw this man the more he had a bad feeling about it.

He never saw you genuinely smile around that man. Your beautiful laugh sounded dull and forced. Your ring gear started to slowly cover more and more of you. You didn't seem like the same woman he was in love with. You seemed more like a shell of the star you are.

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Grayson was lost in thought when he decided to attend the gym late at night by himself. His mind was circulating with thoughts about Wrestlemania, his career, you, and he felt a little homesick, too. Grayson pushed through the doors of the WWE owned gym. Surprisingly, the lights were already on. Meaning other people were also at the gym. Grayson wondered who would be at the gym at midnight. Most superstars used it in the early morning, not at night.

Before entering the main part of the gym, Grayson stopped when he heard voices through the glass door. One of them sounded very familiar. "I don't see what's wrong with it." He heard your voice. You sounded upset. "It doesn't even show a lot."

"No, but it's enough that I don't like it." He heard a male's voice argue with you. "And purple? Really?"

"What's wrong with purple?"

"It doesn't look good on you and I know you want to wear it just because your ex wears it."

Grayson furrowed his brows. Were they talking about him? He has been wearing purple lately. It used to be the color you two matched in all the time. And who was that? Your new boyfriend? Grayson was disappointed if he was telling you what to wear, which is exactly what it sounded like. Is that why all of your gear was so unlike you?

It was quiet for a minute. A long, awkward minute as Grayson stood outside the door. His trail of thoughts ended abruptly when he heard your voice again. "Ok, I'll send this picture to you. Send me a text back of what to change. I'm going to use the bathroom."

Grayson panicked when he realized the way to the bathroom was through the main door, which means you would catch him eavesdropping on your conversation. He didn't have time to react before the door opened and you almost crashed into him with your head down.

You stopped and looked up. Your eyes met Grayson's for the first time in a year but only for a split second. “Sorry." You quickly apologized and went to move around him. You weren't surprised to see him here, he used to always work out at night with you. 

"Hold on." Grayson held his arm out to stop you from moving past him. "What were you talking about in there?"

You gave him a look he could only described as fake confusion. "What?"

"Why can't you wear purple? You look great in purple.” He questioned you. Grayson figured there was no reason hiding the fact that he heard your conversation. He'd deal with the consequences later. "Why are you letting him choose what you wear?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You sputtered out the lie and moved to go around him the other way. Grayson sidestepped and blocked your path again. You were getting nervous and he could tell. "Grayson, what are you doing?"

"Just answer me and I'll let you go."

"I don't--"

"I heard the conversation and I'm not stupid. Why are you letting him choose what you wear? Is he the reason you don't wear what you used to in the ring?" Grayson's frustration was growing evident. Not with you, but with the man who has been clearly controlling your life. He felt his heart beat faster, overwhelmed with talking to you again and over the anger he held with the man in the other room.

Your words got caught in your throat when you tried to speak. Grayson saw the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. Your words were choking you. As soon as a tear fully dropped, Grayson pulled you into a hug. He felt your body shake as you tried to keep your sobs quiet. He ran a hand up and down your back to comfort you like he used to.

"Don't let him pick what you wear." Grayson whispered. "And don't let him choose what you do."

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After that night in the gym, you grew closer to Grayson again. Whenever your boyfriend wasn't around backstage, you'd be with Grayson. Be it at catering or just sitting with him watching a match play on the screens backstage.

Grayson would continue to urge you to wear whatever you wanted, but you wouldn't. He knew your boyfriend wasn't right for you. He didn't care anymore if you were to get back with him or not, he just wanted to see you happy again.

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You frowned seeing the text from your boyfriend. He said he went back to the hotel room by himself and you'd have to find a ride. You must have said something that irritated him, but you weren't sure what it was. You barely spoke to him that night.

Grayson had finished packing his things and was getting ready to leave when he saw you sitting backstage alone, with your bag packed and phone in hand. He looked around to make sure the coast was clear before coming up to you.

"What you are still doing here?" He asked. "I thought you said you were leaving with your boyfriend?" His heart still aches every time he mentioned you having a boyfriend.

You sighed, then showed the app you had open on your phone. You were looking for a ride. "I was, but he decided to leave without me." With how close you were with Grayson again, your frustration with your new boyfriend showed. You didn't hide it around him because he already knew.

"What hotel are you staying at? I'll drive you there."

"That's not a good idea..." You trailed on. The possibility of your boyfriend seeing you with Grayson could be a recipe for disaster, and you were not ready for it.

"Doesn't matter. I'm not letting you get in some stranger's car this late at night." Grayson picked up your bag and started walking towards the door of the arena. You had no other choice but to follow him since you knew he wouldn't put your bag down.

The ride to the hotel was mostly silent. There was a small conversation between you two about Grayson's spot at Wrestlemania. His heart soared when you congratulated him.

Grayson parked the rental car he drove and got out to grab your bag. "What are you doing?" You questioned him.

"Walking you up to your room, duh." He responded with a small laugh. You rolled your eyes but smiled, something he couldn't see since you walked behind him. Grayson held the doors open for you and called the elevator.

When you two finally reached your door, you hesitated to open it. You couldn't bring yourself to swipe the keycard yet. You looked at Grayson, who waited to make sure you got into your room. "Grayson..." You paused, eyes never leaving his. Grayson waited patiently for you to say something. "I miss you." You whispered.

Grayson reached a hand out for you. "I miss you, too."

You reached your hand out for his. You didn't hold hand, you just rested your's on his palm. "Do you think we could try again some time?"

Grayson held back his surprise. He could feel himself choking up after hearing your words, that were said just above a whisper for only him to hear. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. "I-" He swallowed back his words. "You have someone."

"But if I didn't. Would you like to try again?"

Grayson nodded. "I'd love nothing more that to be with you again."

"You promise?"

"I promise." His fingers intertwined with yours. "I'd do anything to be with you again."

For the first time in a year, Grayson saw the smile he fell in love with. He saw the woman he loves, holding his hand again. He saw the sparkle in your eyes, not from the tears that ran down your cheeks but from the promise of a better future. He saw the woman he lost, and the woman he would fight to have again.

You stepped forward to embrace him. Grayson wrapped his arms around you tightly, afraid that if he let go you’d slip away again. He felt his tears wet your shoulder as yours stained his chest. "Wait for me in the car?" You asked in a soft voice.

Grayson pulled back and nodded. He grabbed your bag from the floor and stepped back. "I'll always wait for you." He smiled. You swiped your keycard and disappeared behind the door. Grayson went back to the car with the biggest smile he's had for years. He felt his heart slowly mending itself back together, something he thought would never happen. In the car, he sat and waited, because for you he'd wait an eternity just to be your’s again.

#wwe x reader #grayson waller x reader #wwe fanfiction

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji transitions to a woman living her best life with her crew. The vinsmokes find out the typical reactions indifference (They're kind of like kaido. Yeah, they're terrible, abusive, neglectful but they're not transphobic Jud is but the siblings are not).

Her sister is upset that she never got to spend time with sanji as sister.

Ichiji doesn't like that she looks so much like their mother it makes his feel something he doesn't know what it is happiness sadness maybe both but not enough to truly care about his sister.

yonji feelings are complicated. He's really angry, really angry. Looking at her bounty just makes him scowl she looks so nice and pretty. She also looks so happy and free not worried about judgment or slander from family and peers he hates it. He hates this weird feeling and he hates sanji. She's happy and living her life with her loving and accepting crew and he's stuck at home unable to open up about anything without backlash

( the weird feeling is envy specifically gender envy. Trans girl yonji she would be the most cold hearted girl on the planet but she'd be so pretty)

Niiji stopped caring about Sanji when she left the second time. Her being a girl now doesn't change anything and besides you could see the signs from mars of course she's a girl. He used to watch her play with her sisters doll all the time before throwing them in the moat

Jud nobody cares about his opinion

Transfem Sanji my beloved yayyyyy I love these asks!!!!!!

Reiju would be extremely happy for Sanji, of course, but a bit sad she couldn't be able to help her sooner. Because maybe- And this is unfair but- If maybe Sanji had been born a girl, perhaps Judge would've let some of the stuff she did slide the way she let Reiju be a little bit more emotional. Everything would've ended up the same, yes, but Reiju can't help but wonder. And also, she's dying to see her and her crew again to finally spend time with her sister. She isn't sure if she'll ever be able to do it, but Sanji's wanted poster kind of keeps her hopes up.

Ichiji is conflicted. Because he shouldn't care about Sanji at all. He doesn't care. Is she a girl now? Good for her. Whatever. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with her life. And yet he keeps finding himself staring at her wanted poster rather often, and seeing her mom in her. And he- He didn't care about his mom either. She's dead. It doesn't matter. But there's just something about Sanji now that makes him feel... Warm and melancholic and he hates it. He tries to avoid the subject completely.

Ohmygod- I love the idea of trans girl Yonji being jealous of Sanji's life and having gender envy. That's- That's so good. She shouldn't be able to feel like this and she should not want these things like her sister but she wants to be like that. Be free like that. And that makes her so, so angry and violent and she's constantly talking shit about Sanji only to feel better but it only makes her feel worse.

Niji is... Complicated. Because he doesn't care. But I think he'd also be jealous of her. Like- Jealous of her being happy and free. But he accepts it better than Yonji because Yonji goes all sentimental and violent and visibly jealous about it while Niji tries to be more like "Huh? I don't give a fuck about her. Why should I? Why do we even keep mentioning her? And besides, you didn't know she was a girl? It was obvious from a mile away. Not that I care. Because I don't care. She rejected our pretty kind invitation to the family again because she's an ungrateful bitch, anyway" but he actually does care and it frustrates him but, anyway, it's not like she's here anymore so he doesn't think about her. I also think he'd be annoyed about her looking like their mom btw he says she doesn't deserve it since it was her fault she died (and then he realizes what he said and he shouldn't have said it because in theory, he doesn't care about their mom dying).

And you're right, nobody cares about Judge. But I think it'd be funny if he complained about Sanji and misgendered her all the time while the siblings keep getting the pronouns right and they kind of... Defend her? To some extent? They start to develop stronger feelings as time passes by and I just think it'd be great for them to finally lose it with their dad because "at least she managed to find herself, we don't even know who we're supposed to be" and it doesn't matter which one of them says it, because it affects all of them equally and they have the biggest identity crisis ever only because their sister finally is happy and they want to be like that too.

#vinsmoke siblings my beloveds i love them they're so complex i am going to put them in the microwave and watch them spin #one piece #black leg sanji #transfem sanji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke judge #vinsmoke siblings

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 9

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You make sure Kate knows that you are Displeased with the current situation. The 141 gets front row seats.

Warnings: Swearing, Ace is a little shit, mention of blood, mention of injury, mention of stitches. Bits of Ace's backstory.

Word count: 1.2k

Wordlessly, Captain set down a laptop, fiddling with it. Masked man settled into a lean against the wall, while Garrick nodded to you and chose a seat with an empty chair between you.

You were really going to dislike this, you could tell. 

“Kate,” Captain greeted, taking a step back from the laptop. 

“John.” Kate sounded the same as ever. You hunched your shoulders a little, feeling the reprimand coming on. “Ace.”

“Katie Kate,” you grumbled. “And here I thought you couldn’t ground me from another continent.”

“You’ve never tested that theory.” The humor was clear there to you, and you huffed. “Figured it’s time you knew everyone, since they’ll be your backup.”

“Backup?” You sat up straight, ignoring the pull in your side. “I don’t do backup, Kate. Or teams. You knew this at one point in time.”

“You also didn’t go poking around Russian business,” Kate shot back, voice a little harder. “You kept your head down, for the most part.”

You blinked once. Ah. The assassin must have gotten a picture of you, although you doubted that would go far. You were very careful about pictures, after all. “So I’ll find a nice little villa to camp out in for a month until they forget about me.” 

“I can’t give you a month. Not yet.” Kate didn’t even sound apologetic. “Not with the intel you brought back on the Russians and AQ.”

“No good deed goes unpunished,” you grumbled, tapping your foot a few times. “What do you need?” 

“Nothing yet,” Kate promised. “But I do need to know that you’re in.”

You sighed, lifting one hand to rub your forehead. “Katie Kate–”

“Ace.” She softened her tone, just a little. “We need the intel and you need the help, for now.”

You tapped one finger against your lips, gaze dropping to the floor. Doing this would set a dangerous precedent - what would stop Captain or Kate from doing this again? Then again, circumstances were unique. You didn’t often get shot, even less frequently got involved in this kind of danger. You and Kate had worked well for years now, you doubted she’d risk that to try something like this again. She understood she would risk losing you altogether. 

So you decided to risk it.

“This is revenge for crashing that date, isn’t it?” you asked, smirking, leaning back in your seat to your somewhat comfortable slouch. 

Kate sighed. “Ace.”

“Never should have introduced you to your wife,” you continued, gaze darting around the room. Garrick’s mouth dropped open, and Soap’s eyes were huge. “You were less meddlesome when you were buried in your work.” 

“You’ve made your point.” But Kate didn’t sound upset. Win. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll play nice. For now.” You shifted, hiding your pain as your side reminded you that yes you had been shot and you did have stitches in. 

“For once.” Kate huffed. “John.”

Captain didn’t quite roll his eyes, but he was amused. “I’ll keep you updated,” he agreed before ending the call.

“Didn’t know anyone could pull that kind of shite on Laswell,” Soap said, openly curious as he eyed you.

You shrugged. “I have special privileges.” But you were maybe feeling a little bit smug. Just a bit. 

Until you felt something wet drip slowly down your side. Aw, fuck. 

“You never finished my tour,” you said to Soap, blatantly ignoring Captain and Masked Wonder now. 

“Uh.” Soap blinked, looking a little bewildered. 

“Medical.” You stood, raising your eyebrows at him.

“I’ll take you,” Garrick volunteered, popping up out of his seat.

“We’re not done here,” Captain rumbled, arms crossed over his chest, eyes on you.

“Yes we are,” you shot back. “This is me playing nice by staying out of your hair.” You started for the door. 

And halted when Masked Wonder stepped in front of it, casually intimidating. He was even taller than Captain, using his height to his advantage to glower down at you. 

“Are you volunteering too? Very sweet of you, but I’ve already got an escort.” You smiled sweetly up at him, resisting the urge to tuck your hands in your pockets, or ball them into fists. 

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’m aware, that’s why I’m trying to get to medical.” You kept calm, ignoring Captain’s muted swear. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Captain strode over, waving Masked Menace out of the way and taking your elbow in his hand. 

“Because it’s not a big deal?” You frowned at him, pulling your arm free of his grip. “Look, Captain, this isn’t going to work if you start fussing over every little drop of blood. I do as a matter of fact know my own limits.” 

“Do you?” He gave you a rather impressive side-eye, looking unconvinced. “It doesn’t seem like you do, showing up here not having slept and having gotten shot.”

“Grazed,” you said, frowning at him. “And that was an aberration, not the rule.” 

“Even so.” He deposited you yet again on a cot in medical, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Shoo.”

He raised one eyebrow slowly. 

“You heard me. I’m not your employee and I don’t want you here. Shoo.” 

For a moment, you were sure he was going to ignore your wishes. Then he nodded once, jaw tight, and left. 

The nurse gave you a look, and you held your hands up. “Don’t even start,” you grumbled. 

While the nurse tutted and replaced the stitch you had popped, you went back to planning how to get out of Dodge. Before you went mad and/or murdered someone. 

(Before Captain had a chance to hurt you.) 

The nurse told you to wait after bandaging you up, probably to find one of your minders again. You just… conveniently ignored that suggestion and sauntered out the other door. 

Let this be a test, then. See how long you could wander. 

Admittedly, sunshine felt nice. It had been… a while since you’d allowed yourself a chance to relax. And you weren’t truly relaxed, not here. You wouldn’t be until you were somewhere far away and alone. But… Well, nobody was going to shoot you here, and there was a bench in the sunshine, and you were kind of tired still…

You jolted awake to someone sitting down next to you. Garrick mercifully gave you a few moments to recombobulate yourself and remember what was going on. 

“You alright?” He kept his voice quiet, looking up at the sky. 

You blinked at him. “Of course.” The answer was easy. It didn’t even occur to you to give him anything more than that.

His lips tightened, just for a moment, before he nodded. “Think Soap’s pulling out a board game, if you want in.” He grinned at you, warm and inviting. But he was smart, this one. He didn’t push, he offered. 

His Captain could learn a thing or two from him. 

“Sure,” you agreed with a shrug, pushing yourself to your feet. “Why not.”

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader