#anyways. right now at this moment nothing has like materially changed but i think i can feel Something shifting

[vampyrsm]

Oh god Alex the amount of restraint best friend!Yuuji is going to need when your hips inevitably start bucking up and chasing his hand in your sleep…

Yuuji’s touches have sent you into a wet dream (about him? Maybe. He would sure like to think so) and damn I mean… what kind of a friend would have be if he didn’t help you out? He’s certainly not the kind of guy to start something and leave it unfinished.

And I mean, maybe he just wants to see what your pretty face looks like when you cum. What you don’t know can’t hurt you :3

mdni; female reader, somno, dubcon/noncon, yuuji just wants to feel you cum on his fingers. 1.2k. not beta reader. divider by @///cafekitsune

Yuuji knows he shouldn’t be doing this, it’s a massive breach in your trust in him. But surely, you knew what you were doing crawling into bed with him wearing only a baggy t-shirt (which was his) and a pair of panties that did nothing to hide what was waiting beneath. It was hard enough to just keep his hands to himself when you were getting comfortable, but now you were asleep and you’re pressed so closely to him that he can feel the heat between your thighs.

His cock had been hard for a while, aching against the band of his boxers—the only thing he wore to bed, given that he ran hot anyway and adding another body to the bed would just make matters worse. Not that any of that mattered when he was sweating at what he was currently doing. You see, Yuuji Itadori has quite a good amount of self-control, he can keep his hands to himself like a good boy but it was far too tempting when you shimmied your butt close enough that you grazed against his thigh. He could feel everything. 

It started with just his fingers, delicately tracing lines along your pussy to just feel the warmth of it, how squishy it was beneath the pad of his fingers through your cotton panties. He had to stop himself from outwardly groaning when he found your clit through the material, and rubbed it just the right way to have you backing up against him to chase the feeling. 

You were soaking by now, he could feel the glide of it beneath the tips of his fingers and his cock twitched again when he thought about sinking the fat head of it between your pussy lips. 

With a glance over your shoulder, he can still see you’re fast asleep albeit in a much different dream with the way you huff out a breath and scrunch your eyebrows together. Fuck, he can’t help but wonder how he can make that little expression of yours change into pure euphoric pleasure. 

Yuuji’s extra gentle in moving your panties to the side, giving him just enough space to press his fingers against your bare pussy. His hips buck automatically at how wet and warm it is, and he takes the briefest of moments to part from your pussy to tug down his own boxers to give himself a little bit of relief. 

The tip of his cock is sticky, drooling pre as it lays flat against your back when Yuuji scoots himself close enough to make sure he didn’t jostle you too much for what’s to come. His fingers slip back down to your cunt, large fingers spreading your drooling lips apart to crudely swipe his fingers through it before reaching the tight entrance of your pussy. 

Now, this should be the point where Yuuji should stop. But it’s not the first time you’ve messed around with each other, after all, he lost his blowjob virginity to you all those years ago. It never made your friendship weird or strange, it just felt natural… and since then, there had been numerous times where you both had ended up kissing with a little too much saliva or getting a little too handsy in a club. 

So Yuuji doesn’t feel like he has to stop, not when he knows what’s to come. 

One thick finger sinks in easily, all the way down to his knuckle and that’s when Yuuji has to bury his face into the back of your head—quietly—to breathe out a moan at just how hot it is inside. His finger draws back just enough to allow him to press in another finger slowly, gently, until he’s two fingers deep inside the tightest pussy he’s ever gotten to feel. 

His cock leaks heavily against your back, he just hopes you don’t mind the mess. Yuuji, again being careful, slowly starts to draw his fingers back before stroking them forward again to coax out more of your wetness to aid him in getting you to cum before you wake up. The tips of his fingers graze along your velveteen walls, how they squeeze and throb around him as if you were aware of what was going on. 

Maybe you did, on some level, as you rut your hips back every now and again with his thrusts. Your mouth is open just enough now for him to hear your breathing is a little more rapid, and how there’s the slightest whine in your throat when he curls those thick fingers to press against your walls. 

Yuuji can’t help but curl his body more around yours, pressing you into his chest so he can fuck you deeper with his fingers; imagining that it’s his cock that’s making your eyebrows pinch together. Fuck—would you let him fuck you? After all this? He really hopes you would. He needs to feel you around his cock, needs to hear you whimper when you have to take every last inch even if it feels like it’s too much. 

His fingers spread just slightly deep inside, the wet sound of your pussy growing loud enough that he’s actually a little concerned you’ll wake up before he gets you to cum. So he shifts his hand just slightly, seeking out the spot he knows to find and when he does, your entire body tenses quick enough to cause Yuuji to freeze. 

He watches over your shoulder carefully to see if your eyes flutter open, but they never do—thank fuck you’re a heavy sleeper. He rubs the tip of his fingers against your g-spot again before repeatedly curling his fingers against it, your body moves against his own, your stomach tensing up harshly and your thighs clamping down together in an attempt to relieve you of the building pressure. 

Yuuji moans against your hair again when you buck your hips back, the slightest arch in your back that gives him the perfect view when he glances down to see your bare ass with his cock resting against it. He continues to fuck you with his fingers until you finally cum, your eyebrows raise and you actually moan in your sleep, and fuck if it isn’t the best sound Yuuji has ever heard. 

He’ll blame what happens next on the lust-driven haze he’s in—but Yuuji carefully withdraws his fingers from your still twitching pussy to stroke his cock quickly, not enough to jerk you awake but enough to have his toes curling and thigh muscles tensing. 

With a bit of luck and angling, he presses his cock down until it’s against your pussy lips—and then he cums. In thick warm spurts, he cums all over your puffy pussy and watches as it mixes so beautifully with the thick slick that drools from your cunt. His lip is raw from biting down on it to stop himself from moaning like a whore at the forbidden release against your pussy. 

He knows there’ll be questions in the morning, but Yuuji doesn’t care when he’s seen how beautiful you look when you cum. Maybe he can distract you from what happened by showing you how well he can fuck you when you’re awake… so for now, he untucks your panties from the side and places it over your cum covered pussy to watch it stain and outline the pussy he’ll beg to be buried within come morning.

#— alex has mail ! #— user pavloves-dog #cw somnophilia #cw dubcon #cw noncon #just to be safe #yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #yuuji itadori smut

[stabbingandorbeingstabbed]

i need to run away from home i need to move to a city and meet people who get it and i need to get my tits cut off for realsies this time like i've had enough actually. for the love of god

#my parents are being kind enough to pay for sessions with a life coach bc im very stuck and not at all sure what to do #and the bad news is that it's a woman from my old church #but the good news is that i've always liked her and she's the most normal person there re: non-christians #like we have a relationship that goes back 15 years and i've never once felt judged by her like i love her #and had NO IDEA she did the whole life coach thing #so im hoping that once we start this it'll be the active hand holding i need to like. pull me out of the rut i've been stuck in for like #almost a decade now #gonna have to wait on even thinking abt top surg tho bc i cannot see my family being super supportive of THAT and like #idk how to go about looking into how to do that like my insurance covered my breast reduction #bc i was still on my moms really good insurance and it was deemed medically necessary for my quality of life or whatever #and im SO GLAD i did it but u know what would be even better ?? never feeling the need to put on a bra ever again in my life #anyways. right now at this moment nothing has like materially changed but i think i can feel Something shifting #but that might just be me having a little bit of hope for the first time in a while lmaoo. bleak !!

[aspiring-creative-person]

Ok but I was just thinking

Jooster is kind of the only actual solid relationship in Jeeves and Wooster?? Like platonic or romantic, let me explain

Like obviously it’s the focus, but like. Listen.

Everyone else hops from girl to girl, or guy to guy, and each one is filled with turmoil. This is just talking about Bertie’s friends, right?

But also, as friends, they really suck. They constantly get him to do things for them and do nothing in return.

Even the aunts and uncles don’t usually have spouses that are actually on screen!! Who knows if there were divorces or something?? Like people’s parents are hardly ever present it’s always some rich aunt or uncle, with Bertie yes but even with all his friends 😅😂

Everyone in that show is just so… detached from each other. There’s a particular moment where Bertie is driving Bingo and Tuppy home, and they’re just ranting about their women to each other and not listening to the other, and Bertie is just so done with it. I think that illustrates this point pretty well.

Anyway, Jeeves and Bertie are so not that. There’s another post somewhere on Tumblr talking about how Bertie always replies to Jeeves’ subtext and they pick up on each others moods essentially, which I think is a great point. And generally they just really like each other. Just read any of the books to see how much Bertie admires Jeeves, and read “Mr. Wooster Changes His Mind,” which is from Jeeves’ perspective, and you can see how he cares a lot for Bertie as well.

And like. They have their own language. Bertie is used to Jeeves materializing into rooms (this generally freaks out other people), he is now comfortable with it. Also he knows that whenever Jeeves is cold to him it’s almost always about his fashion choices, and that is a constant theme of how they interact. They have their quips about music sometimes. Jeeves always helps solve Bertie’s (and friends’) problems, and even when Bertie gets the short end of the stick, if it’s Jeeves’ plan he immediately is satisfied with the conclusion.

The biggest thing, though, is probably their brief break-up. Like. They had a disagreement and broke up, and then missed each other. There weren’t even any hard feelings, just longing tbh. And at the end they got back together, and stayed together, and were happy to see each other again. They clearly enjoy each others’ company. And Jeeves seemed to think that the other candidates for his employer did not even compare to Bertie.

Name another couple in this show who is as devoted as they are

Half of the women go for men for their status, the other half at whims

All of the men go for women on whims, and half of them find another girl when they have some sort of disagreement with the previous one

And even if they get back with a previous partner, there’s no guarantee that they will stay together

But Jooster is in for the long haul. The most consistent relationship, the most caring relationship, the most in-tune relationship, the most long-term relationship.

Oh yeah also with familial relations and all that. Aunt Agatha has been quoted to say she thinks Bertie should probably be put in some home. Like, that’s pretty rude and everything. She also tries to get him to marry all the time, she doesn’t care about him in a way that is healthy at least, only so much as he can be out of the way and out of trouble. Even Aunt Dahlia, who says he is her favorite nephew, and who takes advantage of his nature to get him to do things for her, insults him and throws things at him sometimes. His cousin Gussy, when he gets drunk, insults him in front of a crowd, going so far as to say he hates him. Claude and Eustice put him into the soup without a care for how mad Aunt Agatha will be at him.

Jeeves never insults him, or not his character at least. Yes, they have their disagreements about fashion and music. But Jeeves never insults his intelligence. He never calls him clumsy. He never underestimates him. Yes, he is his employee, but I have a feeling that it doesn’t have to do with that. Even when he was split up, like I mentioned, he came back and said the other employers weren’t up to snuff compared to Bertie.

Omg and then there’s all the women who think Bertie loves them/who want to marry Bertie. Of course, they all have delusions about him, because if they knew him at all they would know he is not in love with them. They would know that he’s too much of a pushover to say no to them. But they don’t. Which just shows further the disconnect everyone has in this show.

Ok referencing one more post because I like the point they have. It was something about how the actors keep changing for the side characters, unintentionally showing how Jeeves is really the only constant in Bertie’s life. Again showing the difference in their relationship vs his disconnected everyone else is. While I’m sure it’s not an intentional choice in that regard, it certainly is an interesting connection.

Anyway like I said at the beginning of this, you can interpret their relationship as romantic or platonic or somewhere in between, but it’s definitely the only solid one in the series.

#jooster #Jeeves and Wooster #essay #in this essay i will #but here’s the essay #Jeeves and Wooster analysis #fandom analysis #Jeeves/wooster #Jeeves/wooster analysis #jnw #Jeeves #Reginald Jeeves #Wooster #Bertie Wooster #Bertram Wooster #aunt dahlia #aunt Agatha #bingo little #Tuppy Glossip #this was really long #I am supposed to be sleeping #3am literary essay #with textual evidence AND two outside sources #suck on that AP LIT #I’m extremely proud of this

[yandere-writer-momo]

Baki Yandere Head Canons

I love being a writing because I can create anything I want. So I made these for my story.

I decided to make a list on what Yandere types all the characters are. Which include little head canons/ imagines. I made the reader gender neutral for these head canons.

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Kaoru Hanayama

spoils you so much. This man would buy and do anything for you. And I mean anything 

Extremely possessive. He especially loves buying you choker necklaces made of the most expensive of materials. Pretty collars for his pretty darling. He loves his baby knowing exactly who they belong to 

He’s a stalker too. He’ll have his men keeping an eye on you everywhere and anywhere. He just wants to know what you’re always up to when he can’t see you

Loves giving hickeys. Nothing is sexier to him than his mark being visible on you. It shows everyone else who you belong to. You know you’re getting in his bed all the time if you accept him as your partner anyways. What are you going to do? Say no?

Protective. No one is going to ever harm you. You’re going to be the spouse of Japan’s strongest yakuza. So you’re going to be protected 24/7. Whether you’re surrounded by his men or you’re sitting on his lap for every meeting he has, the world will know you’re his and if they mess with you, they mess with him 

Orochi Katsumi 

Clingy. He wants to spend every waking, breathing moment by your side. Even before the two of you are officially together, he’s still at your house all the time. Laying underneath your bed while you’re fast asleep. He tells himself it’s only normal to want to be with the person you love all the time but deep down he knows it’s wrong with how much he violates his darling’s personal space. He’s so creepy it’s not even funny 

Obsessive. He always wants to take pictures or collect things you dropped. That spoon you used to eat ice cream when he took you out? He still has it. That picture he secretly took of you changing into a karate uniform? He has it in his wallet. Katsumi loves everything about you so he needs to collect everything he can from you. It helps him feel so much closer to you 

Would crawl inside of you if he could. He wants to be as close to you as possible until you’re one 

Delusional as hell. You waved at him once? You think he’s cute. Why else would you acknowledge him? You picked up something he dropped and handed it to him? Your fingers touched his, you want him as much as he wants you. You want to be his partner 

If you’re dating, he posts pictures of you all the time on his social media to the point it’s a fan page of you. He just loves showing his pretty partner off for the world to see that you belong to him

If you’re a child bearing person? He’d baby trap you. In a heart beat. You couldn’t possibly leave him and your baby right? You’re going to be a family. Forever 

He’d marry you the fastest out of all the others

Jack Hanma

Tsundere at first. There’s no way someone like you could be interested in him. He is a monster of a man. But if you persist, he’ll open up to you… a little too much 

Protective. This man is a walking tank. Someone would have to be ballsy to try messing with you in front of him. He’d snap someone’s arm in half if they even so much as touched a hair on your head. You’re his partner and you’re lucky to have such a strong man as your protector 

Would kidnap you if you’re prone to being a danger magnet. You can get hurt if you’re not near anyone or anything that could harm you deep in the forest

Possessive. You’re his. What more do you need to understand? You approached him first. You wanted this. You wanted him. And now you have him and he has you. Who else could you ever need in your life? All you need is Jack. You don’t need family or friends anymore

Baki Hanma

absolutely unhinged (and delusional) after Kozue left him. You tried to help him pick up the pieces but they became twisted when you showed him so much patience and kindness. How could he not love you when you helped him out? How could he not want you? You must want him if you did all of this for him, right?

Clingy. Will constantly ask you if you’re sure you want to be with him. Kozue left him and he would be absolutely shattered if you left him too. But he won’t make the same mistakes as before. You’re never going to leave him. Never.

Will shower you with lots of attention and small gifts. He doesn’t ever want you to feel left out or that you’re not important to him because you are. You’re his whole world besides fighting

Possessive. Don’t look at other people. You don’t need anyone but him. He doesn’t ever want you to have your eye on anyone else. It wouldn’t end well with them

Would also baby trap you if you’re a child bearing person. Something about starting a family and giving that child the wonderful childhood he never got gets him going. You wouldn’t want to be a bad parent like his mom right? You two are going to be such good parents if you just stay together 

Kaiou Retsu

You’re more than likely a capable fighter if you catch his eye. And that’s not a good thing if it’s in a romantic way

He would start off by striking up a friendship with you so he can know everything about you

Manipulative and you would not expect it. He’s a very smart man. He starts by removing the bad influences from your life first but it soon gets to him that no one is good enough to be around you but him. Your friends have turned their backs on you? It’s because they don’t support your fighting lifestyle. Your family stopped speaking to you? They don’t understand you. Don’t worry though, Retsu is here for you. He’s your best friend after all.

After he succeeds in isolating you from everyone, that’s when he sinks his teeth in. He romances you with ease. You’re so lonely now and who better than his arms to fall in? 

Trains you to depend on him for everything. Helping you train, helping you get groceries, helping you clean up your house, and listening to all of your problems. See? He’d be such a good spouse and it would be silly of you not to be devoted to him. Can anyone treat you as good as him? No. They can’t because they’ll never get the chance to.

Kureha Sinogi

Loves a challenge. Especially if you’re a biological anomaly that he can use for his endeavors for medical knowledge

Just let him study you! Why are you being so difficult? He’s heard from people that he’s a very attractive man so why won’t you swoon at him as well?

OBSESSIVE. He needs to know everything about you. Everything. And he’s willing to do anything for that information. Even stalk you.

Is extremely jealous of all the attention you’re getting from everyone else. It isn’t fair. Why can’t you just like him back? He’s the perfect man and he’s better than any fighter out there. Plus he’s a doctor. He has all the tools to take good care of you

Let him worship you. He wants to worship everything about you. Let him touch and see every part of you, nothing would bring him more joy than you surrendering yourself to him

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[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as their natal charts: joshua

sun in capricorn, moon in taurus

patient and reliable, you can always count on him in times of need and he won't ever disappoint; this man works hard and plays moderately (not a fan of letting loose), very drawn to finest things in life as social status is important for him (just like being financially secure) and he seeks comfort both in places and people

when you hear a loud laughter at the background, you immediately regret calling him, cursing silently at yourself for being impulsive.

'sorry, love, couldn't hear that, come again?' joshua asks, speaking louder than his usual soft tone. 'wait, it's too loud here, let me get out.'

'it's ok, josh, don't bother!' you rush out, not wanting to disturb him. 'sorry i called, go back to your friends, it really is nothing!'

'wait-wait, i can't hear,' there's sound of door opening and then closing before he comes back to you: 'okay, a bit quieter here. hi baby, is everything okay?'

'yeah, all is fine, i'm sorry,' you're trembling but your voice comes out surprisingly steady. stupid anxiety decided to hit you at the most stupid time and out of habit you called joshua, cause he's the one who always managed to calm you down even through the phone.

'why are you apologizing?' joshua sounds confused and you can picture him frowning now. 'what's going on? is everything okay?'

lying to joshua is useless but you try anyway: 'everything is okay, i called you by mistake, sorry. go back to your friends, please, have fun!'

your boyfriend can notice even the slightest change in your voice, so of course you don't fool him: 'what happened? and don't lie to me saying that everything is okay, i can tell it isn't.'

lately nightmares started to plague you and josh knew about it, always being there for you to calm you down. it turned into a habit to call him whenever you wake up in cold sweat, but now you realized how selfish it might have been. not wanting to take his time off from his friends, you stubbornly persist: 'it really is nothing babe, i promise. go back to guys, say hi to everyone from me.'

there's beat of silence and then: 'i'm coming over.' joshua knows that you're going to feel guilty and bad for interrupting him, so he hastily adds: 'i was tired anyways and guys will understand, so don't worry. i'll be there in fifteen, do you want to keep talking on the way or should i hang up?'

the ideal variant for you would be to keep talking but you can't say it, already embarrassed enough as it is. joshua knows you though, knows you so well that you don't have to voice out your thoughts most of the time for him to know what you're thinking about. there's fond sigh on the other side of the phone and he says: 'it's gonna be a bit loud as i go back, just bear with me for a moment, yeah? why don't you get up and make yourself a cup of tea now, love? put me on a speaker.'

you're not sure how joshua does it, how simply hearing his soft voice calms you down and settles your anxiety. how his gentle coaxing gets you moving, how he always knows what exactly you need in any moment. 'i love you,' you whisper after he informs you that he grabbed his coat. 'a lot.'

he chuckles, running back to the car. 'i love you more, darling. i'll always be there for you.'

this man doesn't play games and despites anyone who does; a loverboy, he's sensual and romantic, someone whose love language is spoiling their partner rotten with material (usually very expensive) things; has trouble with unwinding, so someone who is collected and will help him relax/not be so strict is perfect for him

'josh, i...' you pause, momentarily distracted with light hitting diamond's surface, making it sparkle even brighter. gorgeous necklace in your hands stole your breath away and it's hard to find right words to convey all of your emotions. 'it's so beautiful,' you mumble in the end, already knowing what he's going to say next.

'not as beautiful as you,' joshua answers exactly the way you knew he would and yet your cheeks still burn with a crimson blush. 'do you like it?'

it's obvious that you do, but it's important for joshua to hear you say it; the immense satisfaction he feels whenever you utter those words makes him almost giddy with excitement to hear them. you meet his gaze through the mirror and he frowns; he doesn't like this expression on your face, the one where he can tell that you think this necklace is too much for you. he can't have you thinking this, not when he is sure that nothing in this world can ever be good enough for you.

'i think it's too m-'

'don't think,' he interrupts gently, not wanting to make you anxious. he gently helps you to put on the necklace and smiles at your reflection, admiring his gift. 'just enjoy, darling. you deserve all the finest things in life and i'm going to give them all to you.'

he sounds so determined that it makes you shiver, breathless at how much he wants to give you everything. this necklace is wonderful and while it is too much, you shut these voices down in your head, turning to face him. 'thank you, joshua,' you whisper, touching diamond pendant. 'i love it.'

joshua's smile at these words is so full of happiness and fondness that you can't help but smile too. 'you're welcome, love.' he leans in, kissing your forehead. 'it's just the first out of many, many presents. i want to give you everything you deserve.'

'you don't have to, josh,' you remind him simply because you can't not to do so. you know that he loves you without all of this, he makes sure you know this every single day.

he sighs. 'i know. but i want to.'

i'd give you everything if you just let me, he thinks to himself, watching you closely. you smile and his heart skips a beat, when you hug him tight, whispering how much you love him. anything for this, he thinks, hugging you back. anything for you.

a/n: hi god it's me again can i have joshua as a husband please?

tagging @prpldahy

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[bwabbitv3s]

Good Godfather Vlad AU - Part 2

Part 1 Those that asked to be tagged. @kaitouhime @krzys2000 @moobloomrights

~This took a few drafts to get it where I wanted. Vlad is really hard to write as getting the help he needs while still being really new to all the sudden changes. ~

Ice Machines and Fudge

The one that manages to corner him first is their daughter Jasmine. She catches him in the ice machine and vending machine room at the hotel at 3am. He is rather impressed with it as he can’t escape by using his powers as there is a CCTV camera to stop people stealing from the vending machine. 

“You need to talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow, or Dad is going to try to break into your room.” Jasmine says straight away. 

“I beg your pardon?” Vlad responds.

It is 3am, he has not slept well the last two nights. Had a very long video session with his therapist that left him emotionally drained. He just wanted some ice for a cold compress for his headache. The last thing Vlad was expecting was for a teenager to materialize out of the dim shadows between the vending machines. If he had not known better he would have suspected she was a ghost. 

“They are both spiraling from the revelation that they left you feeling abandoned for the last decade. They thought they were doing the right thing in respecting your boundaries and not pushing into your life until you reached out. Your lack of response back even years later never deterred them. They took it as a good sign that you never asked them to stop sending letters. ” Jasmine pauses for a moment.

“Dad sends you an invitation to Thanksgiving and Christmas every year, we all sign it.” Jasmine trails off a bit. 

The ice bucket nearly falls from his hands at that new sucker punch to the gut. Vlad’s family had always been small and after his parents passed he never had anyone to get together for the holidays with. Until Jack found out and dragged him to every single family holiday since. He would always play devil's advocate in the yearly debate over if Santa was real between Maddie and Jack. It was always good fun and they used the most bizarre physics equations to explain their case. At least until the accident, how many Christmases had he missed. 

The ice machine thumps as more ice fills the basin. The static humm buzz of the fluorescent lights fill the air. Jasmine does not press him to respond, just waits for him to collect his thoughts. 

“I don’t know if I am ready to face them.” Vlad says softly.

“Sometimes we are not ready for things. We just have to do them anyway as if we wait to be ready it will never happen.” Jasmine says. 

“You are quite insightful for your age.” Vlad responds. 

“Thank you.” Jasmine.

“Now how do I keep them from trying to smother me while I try to piece things back together.” he continues ending with a wry smile. 

“Well first off, fudge always works with Dad.” Jasmine smiles back. 

“He always did have a massive sweet tooth. I swear he used to live off nothing but fudge and coffee during exams.” Vlad fondly reminisces. 

“Mom is harder and I don’t think you want to be shouting out ghost, while pointing in random directions to distract her.” she embarrassingly tells him. 

“I don’t think that would help very much with this. She is more than likely to drag me after a ghost sighting.” Vlad chuckles. He pauses for a moment before a memory alights. 

“Does she still fiddle with rubix cubes?” Vlad asks. 

“Rubix cubes?” Jasmine asks, confused. 

“Your mother in college used to keep a rubix cube to occupy her hands with. Creating patterns and solving a rubix cube was seen as smart and impressive so it did not get taken away from her. She said it helped her focus on things and ground her emotions.” Vlad tells her. 

“I never knew that. That could work if you need to escape her manhandling.” Jasmine confirms. 

“Well if I am going to face them tomorrow at the brunch I should get some sleep. I will see you and your family tomorrow morning. Have a good night.” Vlad tiredly thanks her. He has to stifle a yawn at the end.

There is a teenage boy staring at his hotel room door, a very familiar looking boy. He feels a flush of warmth inside as he realizes just who has tracked him down. The boy stiffens and turns to look down the hall at Vlad. What an odd pair they must make in this dim hotel hallway. Vlad in his dark silk pajamas and matching housecoat holding a slightly melted bucket of ice. The boy, Daniel, in an oversized NASA hoodie space print flannel pajama pants with a small box?   

“Your sister beat you to it. I fear you are too late to warn me about how your parents are ready to ambush me into restarting our friendship. I have consoled myself to facing them tomorrow at brunch and the emotional encounter it will be.” Vlad dramatically sighs out. 

From the way Daniel untenses that was the right move. His hands fiddle with the small box. 

“Did she catch you in the stairwell or the elevator? I know she has been working on her elevator pitch all day.” Daniel jokingly asks.

“Her elevator pitch was put to good use in the ice machine room. Trapped me between the exit and the vending machines.” Vlad tells him. 

“I did not think she had it in her to actually stalk you. I thought she was going to just stay in the elevator and wait for you to use it.” Daniel laughs out. 

Not that it would have worked as Vlad had been turning invisible and phasing up the elevator shaft to precisely avoid encounters. 

“Never underestimate a determined young woman. Now how may I help you, Daniel?” Vlad asks. 

“Well Jazz did the hard work already getting you to face our parents. Here take this.” Daniel says stepping forwards and offering out the small box. 

Vlad takes the small box which appears to be a chocolate box of some kind. It is fairly heavy for its size. 

“Dad has not had this brand of fudge before. It should give you a solid ten minutes of him running it through his ranking system before he remembers what he had wanted to do. It won’t stop the hug but should allow you the time to remind him to let you keep your feet on the ground for it.” Daniel quickly says. 

“That is very thoughtful of you Daniel.” Vlad thankfully says

“Just Danny, Daniel makes it sound like you are going to give me detention.” Danny embarrassingly jokes. 

“Danny then. Thank you for this. I know it must be hard to find a chocolate maker that Jack has not tried the fudge for.” Vlad says. 

“Glad to help. Well I am still getting over the time zone change and need all the sleep I can. Night Vlad, good luck with Mom. I have yet to find anything to really stop her so you are on your own.” Danny says cheerfully before he sprints down the hall to the elevator. 

Vlad looks after as Danny turns a corner then disappears from sight. He sighs before unlocking his hotel room. It seems that at least the children have decided to help him take things at his own pace. He sets the box gently onto the bedside table. Put the ice that has not melted into the cold compress bag for his headache. Sets up his laptop and begins the searches for the closest store that has rubix cubes. 

If one happens to go missing from inventory the next morning. Along with several bills totaling more than the cube are found in the empty cash drawer when they go to open the register for the morning, well that is just a wonderful coincidence. 

Now with a Part 3, and Part 4

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jasmine fenton #Jazz #Vlad masters #Good godfather Vlad #Danny Phantom AU #Good Vlad Au #Vlad uses the time honoured tradition of hiding from your problems #plus friends that actually included you in their life only you did not know it. #Only his problems are emotions and they are ready to sucker punch him #Also teenagers #Teenagers that learned how to hunt ghosts while hiding it from their parents #Jasmine stalked Danny for weeks after she figured out what was going on without being caught #she can hide from Vlad #Danny is having a much better time in this au at the reunion as he gets to actually sleep without ghosts attacking #Neither has figured out why their ghost sense is going off #Vlad is too emotionally exhausted #Danny sleep deprived and making up for his lost sleep #Danny has only one brain cell and it is working so hard #Vlads first couple meetings with a therapist has gone well #He is like that picture of a china cabinet with all the plates ready to fall out once the door opens #He has just opened the door and is now staring at all the dishes that fell out realizing he has to sort out what can be fixed and saved #Vlad is still very morally gray right now #Full disclosure I view a lot of the cast as neurodivergent as they remind me a lot of my nurodivergent friends #I am the neurotypical of my friend group so I am trying my best

[skayafair]

John and Agency

I'm gonna be feral about Malevolent about John, of course, who am I kidding here for some time (we're SO BACK, yaaaay a hyperfixation!) so buckle up.

Another recurring big theme I've noticed that got some developement after part 40 is John's agency.

The thing he has to struggle with for the most part of the story is that he's utterly powerless. A former god reduced to a mere voice inside a man's head an the sight of his eyes. An arm and a foot give some leverage but it's still less than a human even, let alone any supernatural being. And while John is ok with being human - he wants to, after all, - he's not even remotely okay with being less than.

He rarely talks about it, but it shows so painfully in the mines, when he managed to cut the monster's tentacle from Arthur's head. Arthur wasn't doing anything, he was too overwhelmed, and it was completely John's doing. He managed not only do something influential on his own accord, but also be helfpul and basically save them both. Just how happy he sounded about it sells everything one needs to know about how he feels most the time. And Arthur dares to call him a parasite and a passenger who just sits back and does nothing, ugh. Not blaming Arthur here, he was in another Situation, but. I'm JUDGING anyway >:( And later, when he stitched Arthur up - John was so frustrated at how little he was capable of and how much effort it took to do this.

Another time his frustration shows is when he's talking to Kayne.

John HATES Kayne with passion and doesn't hide this. That's a remarkable thing, actually, considering that he's also a very cautious person and is afraid of Kayne, feeling just how powerful this being is. John doesn't deal with fear well. Whenever he encounters something frightening, his first response is a freeze one. And Kayne scares the shit out of him. Yet, every time John refers to him, it's with very audible animosity. John knows full well how dangerous Kayne is and doesn't give a damn.

If he could, he'd have obliterated Kayne. But that's the thing - he's p o w e r l e s s. So many times John tried to threaten him in anger with "I'll- I'll- !" - only to fall silent, because, well, he can't do anything. Couldn't have, really, even if he still had full King's power. But this stark contrast with Kayne emphasises just how little John is actually capable of in his current state.

And in part 40 it was reinforced again. Only this time after his little developement.

I LOVE this new ability to manifest. YAY FINALLY! I had a Hellsalem's Lot a.k.a. Kekkai Sensen AU when he could do exactly that, so it made me laugh to actually see this in canon.

It should help. Now John can do more. We don't know how much more - is his manifestation only a vision or he can influence the material world as well? Can he manipulate people's minds the way Yellow could? (John would hate this.) In any case, this is still... something. Something real, something of his own. A way to show the word he actually exists, and not only as a voice inside Arthur's mind. All John's issues with this considered, it a great thing.

So, now he technically isn't powerless anymore. He has power. It's better, right? Right?

Well there's a catch.

John won't ever be happy to be more present if it's on Arthur's expense, and that's exactly the cost his new abilities come with.

So while technically he has more power now, it's a "last resort" kind of thing. He can't use it much because killing Arthur is not even in the realm of the things he wants.

Still... I think it should have been euphoric - even if only for a short moment - to gain it. To feel more capable. To have more power. It's not an insane amount, after all, and in John's case is a perfectly reasonable desire - more like a need.

But how painful and devastating it should have been to be reminded by Kayne that he's actually still just as powerless as he was before? That this new ability doesn't change much? Kayne knows where to hit and does it every time.

Like, we know John is more capable now, and it's really great! But that moment when he had to shut up because there was nothing to say to Kayne's "you what?" has hit me like a truck :''') That was painful, like a "know your place", and John couldn't bite back. He was already drowning in guilt and this just made things worse. I don't want to imagine how he's feeling after all this :''')

#malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

[cacoetheswriting]

I am loving Pearl so far, beautifully written, but WAIT because I have to know what the letters said 😭😭😭

thank you, anon! <3 i appreciate your sweet words 🥹 and thank you for asking, it inspired me to actually fill in this gap - hope you enjoy!

content warnings: best friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, mature themes, adult language, death of a parent, topics of grief, emotional hurt / comfort, self-doubt / insecurities - unedited - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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November 19, 1984

Eddie,

Sitting back in my dorm feels almost surreal. Everyone around me is going about their lives as normal, and I know I can’t be mad because obviously to them nothing’s changed, but how am I expected to join in normality? To just pick up where I left off at the start of the month?

You know what my chem professor told me? ‘We’ve all lost someone. The trick is to not make it your whole personality.’ In a way that makes sense to me. It’s logical. I can’t let my dad’s passing define me. And he obviously would want me to move on with my life. But Eddie, my heart bleeds. 

This grief… This grief is swallowing me whole. This grief has embedded itself into my core being and on most days, it’s fucking consuming me. I lost a parent, a protector, a friend. There are memories I’ll never get to make because he’s gone. I really lost a piece of myself. How come no one seems to get that?

You get that, right Eddie? I know you understand. You always understand.

I miss you. I miss my dad.

P.S. Excuse this tear stained paper. It’s a mess. I’m a mess.

P.P.S I’m sorry for running off on you the day of the funeral. It was just… a lot.

November 22, 1984

Eddie,

Nothing makes sense anymore. (Also, I know I just wrote you, but I haven’t sent that letter yet so you’ll get both together and can respond to them as one.)

I’m trying to catch up on the material I missed and the words blend together before my eyes. Well, I only have myself to blame. My mom offered for me to take the rest of the semester off and start fresh from the new year, but I thought the distraction would help. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I’m so sad all the time. And you know what the worst part is? Aside from the nightmares and this restlessness I’ve felt since the funeral, I just can’t stop thinking about you. What is Eddie doing, who is he with, does he think about me too?

Well, do you? God, this is fucking stupid. I know you do ‘cause you fucking call me everyday and I can’t bring myself to answer or call you back… Stupid…

I also think about our last moment together often… Actually, please ignore this letter, Eddie. Don’t respond. Like I said, nothing makes sense anymore, including my thoughts.

I miss you.

November 27, 1984

Eddie,

I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring your calls. I’m sorry I’ve had my roommate make up stupid excuses for me, that’s so lame. Most of all though, I’m sorry I haven’t called you back. 

You’re trying to be there for me and I’m pushing you away. That’s shitty of me and really unforgivable. But the thing is, I think I’m doing it because I know you’ll always forgive me. That’s even shittier of me. I’m awful.

You deserve a better friend, Eddie Munson. You deserve the world and I only wish I could give you that. Instead, you’re stuck with a girl who runs away from uncomfortable situations and hurts you in the process.

I wish I could go back to the day of the funeral and change

November 30, 1984

I spent the entire day listening to my mom cry over the phone — tell me, does it make me heartless for not shedding a single tear? Thinking now, this is the first time I haven’t cried since the funeral.

Anyway, I’m failing the semester. Surprise, surprise.

Also, Jonathan and Nancy came to visit. Why didn’t you come with them? God, why am I such a loser? Won’t speak with you over the phone, but gets mad when you don’t take time from school to come see me. I’m sick of myself.

P.S. Thank you for regularly doing the groceries for my mom and helping her around the house. You have no idea how much that means to her, and to me. I love— Thank you, Eddie.

December 4, 1984

It’s been a month since my dad died.

The grief hasn’t surpassed. If anything, it’s gotten stronger. My roommate has to force me to do basic human things like eat and sometimes even shower. She’s really been my rock here these last few weeks. You’d like her, I think. She couldn’t be more different than you in style, but she’s funny. 

I know you probably don’t have a high opinion of her now, considering she’s helping me avoid you, but—

I should really call you back. I’m sorry.

December 10, 1984

I haven’t sent a single one of these letters. You’ll probably never read them and know how truly awful I feel for ignoring you.

Eddie, how come things have gotten so complicated? You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s all on me. I wish we could go back to that day at Lover's Lake when you played your guitar for me. That was bliss.

I miss you, my Bobby McGee.

December 14, 1984

Eddie, you didn’t call today.

I shouldn’t be surprised. Not like I’ve given you a reason to call.

I wonder if you’ll even want to see me when I come home for the holidays. Probably not. That’s okay though. That’s okay…

December 19, 1984

Eddie,

Perhaps I’m saying this a little too late, but I appreciate you. Thank you for being my best friend and the entire reason why I know I’m going to be okay.

I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I am.

And I’m going to give you all these letters. Hopefully, you’ll read them in front of me so I can see your reaction when I say:

I love you, Eddie Munson. 

I’m coming home for the holidays. I’ll come see you and I’ll apologise. With any luck, you’ll forgive me for being a cold-hearted bitch. With any luck, although I probably don’t deserve it, you’ll be my person again.

I'm yours, forever.

thank you for reading <3

& tagging some cool people that expressed interest in this lil series: @cactusangie , @spenciesprincess , @capitanostella , @ashlynnkennedy , @ms1oftheboys

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#these are actually a little sad #pearl (eddies version) #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x fem!reader #bestfriend!eddie #eddie munson x best friend reader #best friends to lovers

[honeycombstrawberry]

catch your breath

pairing: steven grant x reader (gn pronouns)

rating: gen

word count: 1,373

one-sentence synopsis: steven grant needs a hug, and, by god, you're going to give it to him.

author's note: i was writing literally two other fics but then i thought. i gotta hug steven. and i got tears in my eyes. and so i wrote this on a burst of impulse after watching the finale. it had to be done

>>> read on ao3! <<<

This room you’re in is so comfortable.

It’s good, for him. You like for him to be comfortable. You like when you’re comfortable together, when you just get to— to enjoy each other’s company, for a second, and just be. It’s nice.

This place is nice, too. It’s nothing much, and certainly nothing special, but it’s perfect for your purposes right now. A dark, warm room, the walls thick enough to keep out any sound from the outside, the curtains drawn around the only window. The sweet little space has a couple of armchairs, a sofa, a lovely little fireplace, countless bookshelves, and—

And, well, you. And him.

Steven’s beside the lit fireplace now, on the edge of one of the armchairs, and you can’t help watching him. He leans forward, rubbing his hands together, pushing his palms in close to the flames. He’s not near enough to burn himself, but he still smiles in that snapping firelight, the orange-warm glow flickering on his handsome face.

While you’re looking at him, here, he rubs his hands once up his thighs, in a short glide. When he claps down at the top, he turns to you, catches you already staring at him.

He smiles, automatically. It’s an instinctive thing, spreading across his face the second his eyes connect with yours, the instant he sees you. The expression really changes his whole face, and— You don’t think he could get handsomer, really, or more endearing to you, but when he smiles? That’s— That’s a real game-changer, you think.

“Hey,” he says. Sitting up straighter out of his hunch close to the fire, he asks, “What’re you looking at?”

“You,” you tell him.

“What, just me?” he asks. He pats over his chest, then reaches up to his face, as if he doesn’t believe you.

You cross the small space to him, catching his wrist, tugging his hand from his cheek. He keeps tilting his head until it’s at a sharp angle backwards. He’s unwilling to break your eye contact, smiling right up at you.

Stroking your fingertips up the inside of his wrist, to his palm, you draw his fingers from his face, then thread them through yours, tangling them up together. With your other hand, you reach up, cradling his jaw. Smoothing your thumb along the hard sweep of his cheek, you drag to cup his chin, then pull lightly.

“Yeah,” you tell him. “Just you.” You tug at him again, just a bit. “C’mere.”

“Wh— Yeah, okay,” Steven agrees, and lets you pull him to his feet. It’s obvious he doesn’t know what you’re intending, or understand what you want, but he does it anyway. The realization has you smiling, wanting to reward him for his trust in you.

Once he’s standing before you, smiling still, you release his face, stroking down to his shoulders, instead. The material of his sweater is impossibly soft, worn and warm as you glide down to his chest, stopping over the pound of his heart. You can feel it picking up, just a little, as you linger there. Your eyes flick up from where they’ve been tracking your hands to watch his face again instead, smiling right back up at him, returning what he’s giving you.

“Hi,” you say softly.

“Hi,” he says. “Hello, I— Hi.”

You let your right palm press flat over his heart, just for a moment, to feel that beat, before both hands skim together around his waist. Shifting closer into his space, you move slow, steady, reading him every inch of the way. You’re met with nothing but melting warmth as he sinks right into you, letting your arms push him apart, letting your legs slot in with his.

As soon as you’re close enough, you spread your arms to wrap around him, pulling him close into your embrace. You let one arm tilt down, under his, to twine around to his back; the other, you lift up, over his other arm, so you can thread your fingers into his hair and hold on tight.

You get him into your hold, using this tilted hug to get him in as close as you possibly can. Stroking your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly along his scalp, you relax him bit by bit until he’s completely collapsed into you.

“Hi,” he says again, like it just slips out of him. His voice is impossibly soft; when you tilt closer into him, your cheek meeting his, you can feel the heat of his skin, the strength of his blush. “What’s up? Everything alright?”

You nod, just a short tip into him, twisting closer into him. When you shift, you manage to meet his ear, then tell him, “I just wanted to hug you. Is that okay?”

He nods so quickly in response that you can’t help smiling a little bit. “Oh, yeah,” he tells you, rapid-fire. “More than alright, this is wonderful, it’s— This is perfect, actually. You can hug me whenever you like, as long as you like, just— Consider this your blanket permission, yeah?”

“Blanket permission to act like a blanket?” you ask, and he huffs. “Sorry, should’ve left that joke to you.”

“You’re just so—” He laughs, then tips into you a bit, rocking you just slightly from side to side, shifting your weight with his. “Mm.” His head presses into yours. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” you say, and tighten your grip.

“Maybe I’d like to,” Steven says. You withdraw, only a bit, so you can look up at him, before you push up to meet the shell of his ear. He shakes minutely beneath you, the tiniest tremor just beneath his skin.

You can’t help tightening your grip on him. Pressing in just that little bit closer, you tell him, “I love you.” All of him, you just— You want all of him to know. “So much. You know that, right?”

He hesitates, this time, before he nods so rapidly you draw him in even closer.

“Because I do,” you promise him. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” he says. His voice almost cracks a bit, in the middle, before he clears it and says again, “I know, no, I— I know.” He tips nearer, presses a kiss to your temple. You smile against his cheek, and feel him smiling, back. “I love you, too.”

“I know,” you echo.

You let your hold in his hair tighten, your other fingers fisting up in his warm sweater, dragging across the broad, strong planes of his back beneath, across the soft give of his flesh. Your own chest catches, for a beat. You just— You’re happy, you think. Content, even. Being here with him, it’s— It’s just so nice.

Nudging his arms slightly, you slant up just slightly to kiss the corner of his smiling mouth. He huffs, a little laugh coming up.

“Hi,” you say again, smiling at him.

“Hi,” he replies, and lifts his own arm to cradle the back of your head, just like you’re doing with his, imitating your hold. The two of you slot together, fitting into each other perfectly. You smile, then kiss him again, nearer to the edge of his jaw, before you drag down into the hug again, pushed into his shoulder. Stroking his hair slowly, rubbing gently over his back, you exhale.

You feel him mimic you again here, echoing your exhale, a deep breath in and out. It relaxes him the rest of the way, all warmth against you, fireplace-warmth and body-warmth and love-warmth.

Smiling, he just falls right into you, and you do the same. The both of you hold each other up, the hug keeping you close until you’re supporting each other, unable to stand without the other, one creature altogether.

A soft little humming sound rumbles up out of Steven’s chest, and you sigh, smiling. You’d tell him again that you love him, a sweet, syrupy, soapy kind of softness that spreads through you at the obvious contentment in him, too. Murmuring to him, you tell him again, “Love you,” and he mumbles it right back, happy to keep the hug, neither of you breaking it, just— enjoying each other, still, really. Just content to enjoy each other.

#steven grant #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight tv #marvel #mcu #mcu imagines #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #honeycombstrawberry

[letyukisayfuck]

@moose-goosey-2-babey

okay so this is another kind of complicated question, because the answer--as is the answer to a lot of things regarding haruhi--is that it depends.

i would say yes without hesitation, personally, because while the anime is a phenomenal adaptation there are several things that are by necessity lost in translation with the adaption to screen; and some stories have minor or major changes (see: remote island syndrome being very different, due to legal issues preventing a direct adaptation from ever airing on TV).

kyon's narration in particular is something that is very much cut down in the anime, which is an obvious thing to happen when you take a first person book and make it into a TV show. namely the things he says and the fact that you absolutely should not trust him at face value get lost.

so, let me break down each storyline and whether it has major or minor changes; without spoiling what those differences are any more directly than that. if you really want to jump into a new story, this should at least help you know where things will probably be noticeably different and what you could potentially skip over (at least for now).

the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya - minor changes, outside of the aforementioned narration and book-specific quirks (something that will be true of pretty much all the light novels. if any of them contradict this i will note that instead).

the sigh of haruhi suzumiya - minor changes (though i do stand by its light novel order place of 'right after melancholy even though that's not when it takes place at all' is incredibly important and the anime moving it to the end was most definitely a mistake).

the boredom of haruhi suzumiya - minor changes. this one is more visually interesting in the anime anyway, honestly; if you're going to skip some of them, you could probably come back to this later for the couple of funny moments i don't think made it into the anime.

bamboo leaf rhapsody - pretty similar, but also why would you ever skip bamboo leaf rhapsody. it's bamboo leaf rhapsody.

mysterique sign - only minor changes. again, like boredom, this was more interesting to watch in the anime. not required reading if you want to jump ahead.

remote island syndrome - as i mentioned earlier, this one has major changes! definitely read it regardless of what you do otherwise, it's different enough; those changes don't have major effects on anything to date, but things that didn't happen in the anime do occasionally get referenced in later material (most notably in the tempo loss bishop exchange of haruhi suzumiya, the koizumi pov short story by sou sagara--as a bit of a tangent, if you want a new story, i would recommend it; it seems to take place somewhere in the vicinity of disappearance even if its canonicity is somewhat debatable). i like certain aspects of the anime's rendition of remote island better, but i also prefer certain things from the light novel; it's hard to pick a favorite.

disappearance - very minor changes, to my memory. the disappearance of haruhi suzumiya is, for better or for worse, one of the single most faithful adaptations i have ever seen; and it's nothing short of a masterpiece in my mind in either form. it is absolutely worth reading the book (and it's actually the shortest of the long-form light novel stories, which makes its status as the third-longest animated film absolutely absurd to me), but you're not really missing out on anything if you save it for later.

live alive - minor changes. this one's also technically skippable, but i would highly recommend going back to it at some point; if only because it really does function as a much more pleasant epilogue to sigh.

adventures of mikuru asahina episode 00 - minor changes. this is another one where i honestly prefer the anime version, because a visual medium just makes it feel far less tedious.

(if you're wondering why someday in the rain is absent, that's because it was an anime original. it should be probably counted as canon considering it was written by nagaru tanigawa and slots in nicely as a prelude to disappearance and nothing has ever contradicted its events to date, but it's not adapted from the light novels; so it's irrelevant to this conversation.)

in conclusion: the only one i would say is for sure required reading if you want to jump ahead is remote island syndrome, because it has notable variation from the anime adaptation; and the light novel version is, as you might expect, the one considered canon to the light novels. the rest is (for the most part) absolutely worth revisiting, but you won't be missing out on too much jumping in at the new stories in rampage and wavering. the thing they rely most heavily on is disappearance, and that was easily the most direct page-to-screen adaptation.

#ruby.txt #moose-goosey-2-babey #tmohs #the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya #haruhi suzumiya #reading guide

[tuxebo]

sometimes i want to get back to writing long fics, but then i remember i have mouths to feed (yes, you). anyways, i was talking about the viktors in my last post's tags and i wanted to elaborate on that.

okay, when i say rookwood is husband material, i never said he was good husband material. while the reason you relationship would work is because of small moments that are really sweet. you may think he's changed, but he'll act like it never happened right afterwards.

the way you meet is probably the most tragic part of it all and sets the tone of the rest of your abusive relationship. so, you happened to be a halfbreed (wizard x smth, most likely veela or siren) that he planned on selling but decided to keep for himself. alternatively, you could have been trying to protect some animals from poachers but he still took the animal and you. he's a greedy scoundrel.

he won't hurt you, per se, but he will trophy wife the life out of you. personally i wouldn't mind that, but i could see why many people would. this isn't your average trophy wife, this is something else. he brings you everywhere in a "buy animals or materials from me and you might bag yourself a beauty like this one" kinda way. at the same time, you would not be the beauty the customers bag because your his, gout a brand and all. mhm, he 100% puts his name on you somewhere.

now, you may be confused. that isn't husband like at all, and i agree. we need to look into the finer details here, my dears. in letters, on the rare occasion he doesn't bring you along as some marketing ploy, he writes your name like it is that of a saint's. you can see in each pen stroke, it is some of the most gentle movements your lover has ever made. after long days of hard work, yelling at his workers and standing around as they do all the work, he finally has time to think about you as he winds down.

he holds you all the same as well. like a creature he want's to be gentle with but has no clue how, so as a result he just watches from afar. you have your own room and he has his, objectively yours is just nicer, and you have people waiting on your every need and want. he won't bother you or talk to you the longer you are together, aside from times you'd bump into each other in his manor or stand face to face with only a bookshelf between you.

someone very similar is another viktor, viktor krum. now he is not abusive unlike someone we know, he's definitely a watcher as well. he shows his care and love with his eyes, and sure there's more as well.

now not entirely unlike rookwood, he will drown you in expensive things. look at him, he's been a professional quidditch player since before he even became an adult, he's a wealthy guy; by ethical means, i might add. he doesn't only lavish you in clothes or jewelry, but whatever hobby or career it is you have. you like astronomy? have a planetarium! you're a writer? have the entire library from beauty and the beast. your wish is his command.

which brings me to, he is so princess bride coded. if you take nothing from this post at all, take this one thing. he has a similar phrase to "as you wish" that he says whenever you tell him something, while it may seem like a "whatever, i'll just do what you say to get it over with" response, he actually means to say "i love you" each time he says it. it is rare that he goes out of his way to speak, even rarer that he outright says he loves you, but in his eyes and actions you know he means it.

krum is actually very smart loves, think about it. if you want to go on about a certain topic, he'll keep up just fine. for starter's, he's read the books he's seen you read in case you want to talk about it, also he's just a naturally intelligent guy. it's how he could keep up his grades and quidditch, a lot of things he just knows.

pause, he does that thing where he'd very, very gently bounce his leg while you're sitting on his lap and telling him something. vodka in one hand and a look in his eyes that one would have when look at their entire world. oh my, hand placement on the waist too, not even in that kind of way but he's just o perfect.

#౨ৎ⋆ anne’s chronicles ˚｡⋆ #want to talk octavian next #i need my own viktor krum like a rose needs water #the fact that i could go on #harry potter x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Hello! - Sam's Acceptance

Warning - Spoilers may appear.

So, Jay was there, but wasn’t in the room with the ghost doctor?  And somehow WAS there with the other doctor?  OR was he just getting caught up from Sam during the ride?

I do think some brain tests would be good in this situation - even if nothing changes.  

LMAO I feel you, Jay.

Sam’s like “I talked to a ghost doctor, he knows what he’s talking about.”

Jay’s response makes sense - LIKE WHAT??? 

Although it is nice that Sam is so into it though.  I wonder if maybe the ghosts had taken a different approach, such as IDK talking to her or showing her why they’re ghosts and how she’s probably seeing them because of the obvious situation (almost dying) and maybe she’d been a little more understanding.

Instead, they took it to extremes.

I also wonder if Sam’s willingness comes from the fact that she DID believe in ghosts before since she brought the sage.  

Plus, how do you ignore the obviousness of ghosts like this guy.

Also, what is his boundary, I’m curious.  Does she ever visit him?  Did she get a name?  I want to know.

Aw, Poor Jay though.  Sam’s feeling good, but Jay’s going crazy.

Can you imagine being Jay right now?  Sam’s freaking out that he’s running people over and Jay’s just trying to drive. 

Also, this old couple - do we think they’re married or have they gotten together over their years being dead together?  Do they hang out with the Construction guy?  Do they constantly just walk the street?  Why weren’t they looking where they were going?  I mean, as far as they know the people in the car can’t see them so... Anyway, poor Jay.  

Love this transition.  Not gonna lie.

AWWWW Jay is the best.  He’s still not sure that he believes in ghosts, but he loves Sam and that’s what matters - he is GOALS as far as Husband material goes.  

BOO PETE!  Why you gotta ruin such an awesome moment???  

And DUDE - is this appropriate?  OTOH, I love that Pete’s like “he’s a keeper” because he goes on to say a lot of ... um... well, basically that Sam doesn’t deserve Jay ‘cause he clearly has a crush on him things.  He's not quite like Trevor or Isaac (who hit on Sam and Jay, respectively), BUT he definitely has a thing for Jay and says some out-of-line things to Sam as a result.

Poor Sam, finally on board and then Pete freaks her out.

OMG JAY - he KNOWS that he CAN”T SEE THEM, and yet, still peaks through the window.  Dude is so on board and yet, totally freaked out.

Man, I feel for him.  His life is never going to be the same.

Thanks for reading!

Feel free to discuss!

#cbs ghosts #ghosts cbs #Hello! #sam arondekar #jay arondekar #pete martino

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

WAIT WAIT WAIT I AM A CLOWN AND A FOOL

FOR THE HADESTOWN LYRICS, TAAKITZ IS *RIGHT THERE*

KRAVITZ IS A MUSICIAN

But if you want to do either blupjeans or taakitz, that's cool lol because I feel like those lyrics specifically is good for blupjeans, but the song in general is very taakitz and aaaahhhhhh

Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day lol <3

"So you're the Grim Reaper." It's not a question, rather a statement of fact.

"That's a name some people call me, yes."

"Like, The Grim Reaper, tee em tee em tee em?"

"The very same."

"Huh." He pauses for a moment. Sits back on his hands as the breeze beckons the tall grass to dance in the wind. It tickles his forearms, bare from where he's rolled up his sleeves. "Are you here to kill me?"

He shakes his head and laughs. Gently, no hint of malice for ten country miles. "No, not at all."

He squints. "Then what're you here for?"

A shrug. "I was wrapping up another job—"

"You killed someone else?

"I shepherded his soul to the Astral Plane, yes."

He nods before motioning for him to continue.

"I was in the area and I saw advertisements for your show. It looked entertaining so I decided to stop by."

"Didya like it?"

A nod. "I did. I haven't cooked in so many years. It was nice to see someone so skilled and passionate."

"So were you alive then? At one point?"

"Awfully forward aren't we?"

"Sorry. Just curious."

"Don't be, I would do the same thing in your position. Yes, once upon a time, I was alive. I was a performer like you. Not cooking though. Music."

He softens. Clearly he wasn't expecting such an honest answer. "What'd you play?"

"Anything I could get my hands on. I had a real soft spot for strings though. The violin was my favorite."

"Can you not play anymore?" He chews his lip before snapping, a brilliant epiphany having come over him. "Ah, I get it, you're one of those ghosts so you can't touch anything from the living world."

He reaches out a cold hand, making gentle connection with an impossibly warm wrist. "Nope. I just so rarely have the time."

He looks at the connection but doesn't move to terminate it. "I'd like to hear sometime." He smiles something small and a little self conscious. "If I'm not being too forward again, that it."

"I don't think you are. What's your name, handsome?"

"Taako. And yours?"

"Kravitz. It's a pleasure to meet you, Taako."

-

They laze around in the grass for what feels like moments but the arc of the sun in the sky suggests has been hours. They lie in the soft sunbeams, talking about nothing and everything. As the day goes on, they inch closer and closer until they're hardly any distance apart. Their fingers intertwine until their hands reach a temperature equilibrium.

Truly, Kravitz is content to stay like that forever, though the feather the length of his forearm that lands in his lap, materializing from seemingly nowhere, seems intent on not letting him fall victim to such displays of sloth.

He groans and sits up, idly twirling the feather in the fingers of his unoccupied hand.

Taako gazes up at him. "Duty calls?"

"It does, I'm sorry to say." Kravitz squeezes his hand as though Taako is a kite threatening to fly away into the vast blue expanse. "I'll be back soon. I promise. Wait for me?"

A smile. "I will."

---

To say that time doesn't flow exactly the same for Kravitz now than it used to is an understatement, though it's hardly been a problem in the past few years. The Raven Queen moves on an even slower cosmological time scale than he does so it's become hard to notice these incremental changes. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days; the sand in his hourglass moves more akin to molasses these days.

Of course, Kravitz doesn't know this. What reason would he have to know this? Not many mortals he spends time with these days. So when he tells Taako he'll be back soon, he believes is.

He just has a few jobs to deal with.

Circle of necromancers, spooky death cult, nothing he can't dispatch with ease.

The paperwork, on the other hand? Kravitz is certain that the paperwork is a special cosmic punishment for him.

But in what feels like only a few hours' time and he's—

And he's being debriefed for another quick case. Nothing special, just the murder of a quarter of a little frontier town. A quick stop in to investigate and he'll be able to drop back in on—

"Taako?" He asks the moment he steps through the rift he's sliced for himself.

He looks haggard. Horrified. With 40 bodies around him, how could he not be?

Taako looks at him, a slurry of emotions pulsing across his face. "This isn’t... I-I didn't..." He stammers out. Anger takes the stage on his face. "Where the fuck were you?"

Kravitz tries to take stock of the situation. "I was summoned by my Lady. Taako, what happened? Did you do this?"

"That was four years ago," he spits. Another evaluation of the surroundings. "I don't know what happened," he says, voice barely above a whisper, laboring under about six layers of emotion.

Kravitz blinks at him. "I-I never meant to be gone so long. I'm sorry. I'm sure you thought I forgot about you. But doing this to attract my attention?"

"I would never," Taako’s ears twitch more the more incensed he becomes. He shakes his head and looks like he's about to start dry-heaving. "This wasn't me. I don't think it was me, anyway."

"You don't know?"

"I think maybe a spell went wrong but I don't know and my one witness just turned tail on me and ran and I think he's going to report me to the militia and who could blame him? I'm th-this monster!" He says, his voice climbing several decibel hills. And then it clicks. "Even you're here to kill me!"

"Taako. Taako. Listen to me. I'm not here to kill anyone. This is an unusual event. A tragedy. I intend on finding out what happened here after I assist these individuals in making it home." He hesitates in saying home but it appears as though Taako catches his meaning well enough. "I'd like to talk to you about what happened here. I promise i will work more swiftly now than I did. I want to get to the bottom of this. And I'm going to need your help doing it. So, will you wait for me?"

Taako chews his lip, pointedly avoiding looking at the scene around him. And then, at long last, a small nod. "I will."

#taz #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #reese writes #taakitz #kind of an au going on #emetophobia tw #mostly a mention but jic #tentatively positive 3 #thanks gab! #death mention #it's glamor springs but taako didn't turn tail he did try to help :( #love making him suffer <3

[sorrybutthisonestaken]

The one and only spider-woman

Ok let's start this from the beginning. And I mean the very beginning.

My name is Noa O'Hara. I know what you're thinking. He wasn't the Miguel you're thinking of. My universe is number 2023. Pretty different from his isn't it.

For the past year I have been the one and only spider woman. At least in my universe. I was bitten by a radioactive spider that gave me freaky powers and now I'm here. I think you know the rest.

I made a suit. Got a job. It's at a Cafe not the stereotypical photographer at the fault bugle. My dad got a raise at his job at the NYPD precinct. Everything was going great! Until the one time it didn't.

My tío Gabriel died in a confrontation against some guy trying to start a shootout at a mall. He, the good samaritan, tried to help and consequently got hurt. Seriously hurt. I tried to get him to help but he died right in my arms.

Something I learned very quickly is you can't save everyone when you play superhero. There is always gonna be someone you didn't see, didn't catch, didn't block. It's a curse that I have learned to live with. The guilt weighs heavy.

Worst thing is my dad holds me responsible…kind of. He saw the security footage of me trying to save my tío, but the anger phase of his grieving process still haunts me sometimes. I wonder, if tio hadn't died, would I have the confidence to tell papà? Maybe I would, but I can't concentrate on the what ifs.

My window barely makes a creek as I sneak my way in. The red light from my alarm clock illuminates the room just enough for me to not trip and fall on my ass. I quickly change out of my suit and into my pyjamas. It's a hassle with how tight the material is but I can manage.

My feet pad silently across the cold tile as I make my way to the kitchen. The door to dad's room is closed, so I don't have to worry about walking him. He's a deep sleeper most days anyways.

I'm halfway done serving myself a bowl of coco puffs when the light turns on and I cringe. The excess light hurts my eyes as I spin in a circle to find the culprit. Papà.

"A little late for a snack don't you think?" He Gruffs, his voice still hoarse from sleep. I sigh at the prospect of being caught, but then again I should have thought higher of the soon to be captain of the police force.

"Perdoname papà, I didn't mean to wake you" I apologize. I dont worry about the fact that I am awake or getting something to eat since he does this himself a lot too. My back turns to him as I continue doing what I started in the dark.

I hear him let out a sigh before the sound of his footsteps approaching fills the room. He leans against the counter beside me silently for a second.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks casually. It's a good attempt to make me open up. It would work on anyone else. But I'm not just anybody, at least not anymore.

"About what papà?" I shoot back without a glance. He can read me like an open book and if our eyes meet I'm done for. He knows this. I know this. Anyone that knows us knows this.

"Why you're up late?"

"Couldn't sleep"

"Anything bothering you?"

"Not at the moment no"

"Preciosa"

My movements halt with a clang of my spoon. He knows something has been up even before tio Gabriel's accident, he just can't tell what. Never before have we been this distante and it's killing the both of us really.

"Nothing's really wrong Papà. I'm just having a hard time sleeping that's all"

A hand squeezes my shoulder lightly and I turn my head to face him. He has that comforting look in his eyes, that soft smile he always gives me, and in general he just radiates comfort to me. It allows my walls to crack only slightly and I find myself hugging him not two seconds later.

"Sabes que me puedes decir lo que sea verdad?" He confirms, to which I nod my head.

"Ya se Papà. Y te lo voy a decir algún día, pero ahorita … no se como". The words escape no louder than a whisper, but he hears it all the same. I can tell by the way his arms tighten around me, but I don't very much care.

However somewhere in a universe far far away, a man watches through a screen. A frown deep set in his brow as the screen displays the scene. His red eyes ignorant to his own variant, and trained instead on the girl much like the one he lost all those years ago. He knows it's not her, but he can't help but imagine for a little longer.

"You haven't been out all morning since you checked this universe" a woman by the name of Lyla remarks, "your alright there boss?

A sigh escapes his lips before an automatic "I'm fine" tumbles out. The panel shuts off on command as he turns toward the hologram. "This kid completed a cannon event last year. Just making sure she's still on schedule for the next one" he excuses. His hand rubs over his face.

"When is her next one?" The woman asks hesitantly. It's the one thing she doesn't like about the job, having to hear about these kids loosing so much so quickly and so young.

"In about another year maybe, other minor ones might jump in first"

Miguel 2099 turns away from the displays entirely. With a tell tail thwip, he swings off the platform and down to the main floor. His head riddled with thoughts.

No, he schools himself, he won't allow himself to get attached. He has already lost his daughter twice does he really want to go for a third? No way. He won't let it happen.

And yet when he returns to his station later that night, an empanada less hungry now, he can't stop himself. He searches for the universe he discovered earlier and just watches. He can't stop himself from watching.

Translations:

Tio: uncle

Papà: dad

Perdoname papà: forgive me dad/sorry dad

Preciosa: precious

Sabes que me puedes decir lo que sea verdad: you know you can tell me anything right

Ya se Papà. Y te lo voy a decir algún día, pero ahorita … no se como: I know dad. And I will tell you one Day, but right now...I don't know how

#miguel spiderverse #oc #Miguel O'Hara x daughter reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman au

[crusherthedoctor]

Maybe it’s because I’m the one with said opinions, but whether you agree with them or no, I don’t think they’re all that complicated in terms of logic.

“Why don’t you like Popular Game, Popular Story, Popular Gameplay Style, etc?” Because I don’t think it’s fun or don’t think it works that well. Not hard to understand.

“Why don’t you wait and see what they do in the comic?” Because I’ve been doing that for over five years now. I think it’s safe to notice a pattern by that point. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you criticise the perfect stories of the older games?” Because they’re not perfect, and pointing out their glaring issues is part of my hope to see them learn from those issues and make their future stories even better. I like my character moments, I like my deep themes, but what I really like is when they’re actually executed well. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you dislike Eggman’s relationship with Sage?” Because no matter how they choose to interpret it, Eggman is still getting compromised to an extent for the relationship’s sake, and the fandom have pounced on it and made it very hard to find Eggman content that doesn’t involve Sage. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you criticise Eggman’s badass role in SA2?” Because he was reduced to being Shadow and Gerald’s tool throughout the whole game and was doomed to fail even if he won, and is subsequently forced to team up with Sonic, which would become a trend afterwards. Not hard to understand.

“Why did you not cheer for Eggman getting revenge on Starline?” Because one brief moment does not make up for all the shit that came at his expense beforehand, and I knew he’d go right back to getting dunked on afterwards anyway, which is exactly what happened. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you dislike Metal Sonic’s role in Heroes?” Because it’s just as much a disservice to him as it is to Eggman, and they do nothing interesting with Metal’s identity crisis beyond using it as an excuse to turn him into another usurper and then another giant monster. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you think they did not fix Tails in Frontiers?” Because using reviewer terminology, and vowing to do something he’s already done before, only serves to appease people who want you to think Baldy McNosehair has become Sonic’s catchphrase. Not hard to understand.

“Why have you not exiled yourself for liking the Pontaff games?” Because they’re video games, and because I have enough of a healthy mindset to acknowledge their faults yet still enjoy them despite that. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you consider SatAM a Sonic cartoon in name only?” Because you could change Sonic, Tails, and Robotnik into original characters, and very little would need to be changed. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you like the movies if you care about being faithful to the source material?” Because unlike IDW and Prime, they never claimed to be canon, and I’m still capable of appreciating a not-entirely-accurate adaptation if I feel the elements still work for the most part. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you think Ian Flynn is overrated?” Because someone who is commonly regarded as the Best Sonic Writer of All Time should not be making the same rookie mistakes over and over again after a decade. Or getting so many basic facts wrong in the Encyclospeedia. Or acting unprofessional along with other Archie leftovers. Not hard to understand.

“How is Sonic/Shadow showing emotion a bad thing?” Because that’s an exaggeration of what I’m actually saying; they can be sad, angry, whatever else, but not every character works the same, and it needs to be done in a way that makes sense for them specifically. Resorting to ocular gushers is not in-character for either of them. Not hard to understand.

“Why do you dislike IDW Sonic?” Because he’s a preachy and hypocritical cunt. Not hard to understand.

#Opinion

[andguesswhat]

Diary of a mall Santa Claus

Tumblr ate my post... :( I hope this works....

20

Rehearsal Day

*

Armie rolls around in his bed, he did not sleep well. The conversation he had with Timmy still haunts his mind. "I'll be back. Soon. In January. I promise you that." "And then?" He had shrugged. "I don't know, we'll see." "I don't want that." "You don't want what?" "`We'll see...' I'd like to be with you. Like, really." "But so do I." "And what would that be, then? A long-distance relationship?" And Armie felt sick to his stomach. How could it be that he had been so happy just a moment ago and now none of that was going to be possible? "But there's nothing keeping me in Los Angeles. And I love New York." He took a deep breath, his heart pounding. "I can move here." But the hoped-for smile in Timmy's smile failed to materialize. Instead, Timmy looked down at the floor and said softly, "I don't want you to move to New York because of me." "Why not?" Armie would have preferred to withdraw the question immediately, so afraid was he of the answer. "Because..." Timmy looked at him. "Because we've only known each other for just three weeks. I don't want you to move here because of me and then realize I'm not who you want to be with after all... All this pressure…!" Armie would have liked to tell Timmy that he didn't have to worry about that. That he was pretty sure he wanted to be with him very much, and was also pretty sure that wouldn't change anytime soon. But he understood Timmy's objection. After all, it could just as easily go the other way. Timmy realizing that Armie wasn't who he thought he was. Timmy was right, such an action would only add unnecessary pressure. So Armie kept silent. But he took Timmy's hand in his and slowly ran his thumb over every inch. Over those elegant fingers, the fine bones, the soft spot at the wrist.... There had to be a way out. He stroked Timmy's cheek, ran his index finger along the jawbone.... Gently ran his thumb over Timmy's lips.

If he had his way, he would never want to give Timmy away again. "And if I get a job here, can I move to New York then? Please?" Timmy looked at him attentively, laughed softly and finally smiled at him quite hopefully. "Maybe."

Maybe.

So Armie just needs a goddamn job. His cell phone beeps. A message from Timmy. “Can you do a British accent?” Armie speaks a high-brow message into his cell phone in his best British accent, ending with "Why?" His phone beeps again. A link to an audition tomorrow. A small production of "The Importance of Being Earnest" on Off Broadway. The thought is sweet, but also plenty crazy. He hardly has any experience on stage!

Armie has to smile anyway about Timmy's adorableness. It beeps again. “I'll ask Luca if he's free for us tonight.” Luca is an Italian lecturer at the university, of whom Timmy thinks very highly.

Armie sighs.

He can't disappoint Timmy now, can he? * In his acting class, he takes the precaution of practicing everything he does in a British accent, earning a few strange looks, which makes him doubt the whole idea even more. He'd better make sure he gets a job as a dishwasher. But Timmy's enthusiasm is unstoppable. When Armie shows up in the locker room in the afternoon, Timmy greets him exuberantly, his eyes light up, "We can go to Luca's after the shift!“ and then he is already kissing him, and it's so light and playful, like everything is already settled.

And Armie can't bring himself to tell him the truth. He has to at least try. For his sake. After their shift, they meet with Luca in a small rehearsal room and after 20 minutes it's already clear that this is going to be a long night but one that Armie never wants to miss. The creativity that suddenly unfolds in that room as they three talk about the play, the roles (John or Algernon) and Oscar Wilde is something Armie has never experienced before. It's so exciting and enriching. His acting class is quite nice but really complete bullshit in contrast to this. Here he is supported and challenged, and an "I don't know" is not allowed. By both of them. And it feels amazing. "Leeave ze bullshit aside, Armie! You knoow zeese peeople, don't youu? You knoow how rrich peeople are, rright?" Luca says and Armie is already so much in love with Luca, Timmy and this whole situation. Completely exhausted, he falls into bed late at night. With a happy and hopeful smile on his face that everything is going to be alright. *

#Charmie #Charmie advent calendar #day 20