#i grew up here and still consider it my home ig

[miacide]

totally forgot how pretty london is. havent been back here in 5 years and idk i see it in a different way now i suppose

#i totally forgot how cute the guys can be? #i grew up here and still consider it my home ig #its nice to be back #p

[luvmmarner]

Anthony Cirelli - I hate you not

TW: smut, drinking, unprotected sex (always be safe), angry/makeup sex? (ig)

This is my first time writing smut! It's not the greatest. I tried so hard not to use 'she or I' I'm usually best at writing when using 'she / I' instead of 'you'. If you do see it let me know! TAGLIST: @bolts-nation @cellythefloshie

You still remembered the day you met Anthony. June 10th at the coffee shop. You accidentally ran into him and you guys became quick friends. The friend title didn’t last for long as your feelings for each other grew over time. Until eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend you gladly accepted, but only if you knew what he would do. You would’ve kept the friend title.

At the start of your relationship everything was perfect and you didn’t suspect anything. He would go off on his roadtrips with the team often and you wouldn’t see him for weeks even. It was normal at least you thought it was. 

That was until time passed by the more he grew distant and snappy. You weren't dealing with that and left. You packed up everything and left without notice.

Of course your phone would go off like crazy when he returned home to find out you were gone. But you couldn’t care less. For months you ignored his texts and calls.

That was until one night…

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You groaned, "Fine only because it's your birthday. You detested having fun and going out to clubs. Your back tingled with the fear of being observed in public. Anna, your best friend, clapped and hugged you.

“Let me help you get dressed.” She remarked . As she began to sort through your clothes.

Before entering the club, you couldn't believe you were doing it. Until you entered the club. You realized there's no turning back.  If they only played nice music, you wouldn't have hated the noisy music and the throng. Would you possibly consider appreciating it.

You made the decision to have a drink. Way too many and as soon as you were heading to the dance floor. Someone grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Baby..”

From the beginning, it was clear who it was. However, the voice only confirmed. Your voice became shaky. No way could this be possible. Why was he here...

“Anthony..” That was all you could say. Perhaps the shock or the abrupt throat dryness was to blame. 

“I missed you.” you continued. You were way too drunk to even remember why you left him. All you wanted at the moment was him. His touch filled you with so much desire for him it was unbelievable.

“You're drunk. I’m taking you home.” He said completely unphased by your words. You didn’t even react. When he picked you up and carried you to his car. You were surely embarrassed, but even then you could barely walk. 

“Where are we going” You groaned. As he started the car. 

“To my house.” He said, his tone marginally angry.

“Are you mad at me.” You frowned. His grip on the steering wheel immediately answered your question.

“I’m sorry. I love you. I was just confused. You were always a meanie and grump.” Half of the confession was true. Yes you still loved him. But you didn’t regret it whatsoever.

He chuckled, low and deep at my words. “So you leave out of nowhere without telling me. That doesn’t sound like you love me all that much.” 

You stayed quiet. Until you were once again figuring out where you were heading – drawing a blank before remembering again.

“Are we going to your house to have sex?”

“Definitely not when you’re this drunk.” “I’m not that drunk. Seriously. I’m fine. I only had 3 shots. It’s not that bad. I even remember what happened yesterday. Am I not good enough for you.” You pouted. This was definitely unfair. You weren’t even drunk at all.

“You are the only one who is enough for me. Just not when you're drunk.” He muttered and glanced at you.

You bit the inside of your mouth. Before doing something you would probably never do while sober. You climbed over onto his lap. Your head resting on the side of the seat. The growl leaving his voice could’ve been a clear indication to stop. But too bad you didn’t want to.

“I want you please.” The desperation in your voice was enough to set a small grin on his face.

“Get back in your seat or I’ll park this car and we can walk.” He said the annoyed sound in his voice indicated he was not messing around. 

The seriousness only made you laugh. “Then do it”

Only when he parked his car did you know he wasn't joking. Would he really force you to walk? You couldn't even stand.

“Please, I don't want to walk.” Your pout deepened. 

“Should of list–” You cut him off with a kiss. Which he gladly accepted. He tasted like mint and it sent electric waves through your body. His hand immediately traveled to your waist. This kiss was definitely different then all the other times – when you kissed him. He explored your mouth like he was waiting for this for so long. You couldn’t help but moan into the heated kiss. But before you could do anything else he pulled away leaving you feeling the most empty than you had in awhile.

“Please. I just want you even if I’m drunk. I promise I won't regret it in the morning.” You said – your eyes filling with tears.

“Just wait. I promise I will once we are home” He sharply inhales.

As soon as you entered his apartment and – the door shut firmly behind you. His mouth was on yours. The kiss was full of need and desperation. As soon as you started to undress was when he stopped you.

“First tell me why.” His tone was razor sharp, but filled with hurt was his eyes. He pressed his growing erection against you creating a jolt of pleasure that radiated up through your core. There was so much heat flooding your body that all you wanted to do was take his clothes off. But he was right. He deserved an answer.

“You were so distant..” You paused, “I thought you didn’t want me no more.” He was significantly pleased with that answer. He whispered every so slightly ‘I always wanted you’ That was unfortunately inaudible to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom you once shared. As soon as he sat on the bed he pulled you to him so that you were straddling him. You lift your arms as he pulls off the dress your friend picked out for you. He reconnects our lips as his hands work the clasp of your bra.

He growled as he unclipped your bra and tossed it so carelessly to the floor. Your hands began to explore lower against his back and tug at his shirt. He lifts his arms so you could take it off him which is exactly what you did. You run your hands all over his chest touching every contour of muscle and his back. He silently told you to sit straight which you obliged. He lowers his mouth to your nipples, gilding his tongue so roughly, but gentle in a way over them. You couldn’t help, but let out a thristy moan. His hands started to slide beneath the hem of my underwear. “Can you lay on your back” he asked. You nodded following his instructions.

He unbuttoned the buttons on his jeans, stepping out of them. The anticipation was getting the best of you every moment that passed. You shuddered as he slid the underwear off you. There was no warning as he took your leg with his hand and started to thrust inside you. The pace was unexpectedly hard and fast. All you could do was take it. It hurt, but it hurt in the best possible way. 

The way you started to clench around him. You knew you weren't going to last long. His lips pressed against yours, hard, as his whole muscle in his leg became tight. Shaking with unbelievable pleasure. “Holy fuck. I love you.” he said – as he filled your core with his cum. 

He wasn’t done with you yet though.

He slid one finger along your core sinking lower to slip inside. Another finger followed. It slid in with such ease.  His thumb slowly moved to press against your nub, circling as more pleasure built. He set a slow, but rough pace. His pace speeded up and you couldn’t help, but chase after the orgasm you were denied minutes ago. 

“Are you going to be good for me and come?” he asked in a husky voice.

You nodded. He moved a little faster, your breath quickened. You were dampening his fingers. Then as he sped up again, you clamped down on his fingers. You couldn’t help but cry out. You were growing even hotter and wetter, you were right at the edge. The way he suddenly grabbed your hair and the way his finger twirled at the right spot is what made you come undone. Your nails scratched down his back as you recovered from your intense orgasm. 

“I love you.” You said completely out of breath. Your legs felt wobbly and upon the drinking it wasn’t best if you walked. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around him. Placing you under the covers of the bed. You couldn’t help, but close your eyes and drift off. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead. Silently mouthing 'I love you too’ He knew you would forget or possibly regret everything tomorrow. But he didn’t care. He had this one last night with you and that’s all that mattered!

#nhl #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl imagine #heart break #smut #nhl smut #anthony cirelli #tampa bay lightning #hockey smut #hockey imagine

[hughungrybear]

10 QL Girls I (Might) Want Carnally

Why do this to me, @dribs-and-drabbles? 😭😭😭

Disclaimer: As I frequently state in numerous previous posts, I am asexual - but that does not mean I cannot appreciate a pretty lady (or guy) if they are in my line of sight 😅.

That said, I might not want them carnally but here are the girls I would probably go for if I find the energy to make romantic connections. 😅😅😅

In no particular order:

Love Pattranite

(He's Coming to Me, 2gether, Bad Buddy, Home School)

She's gorgeous and cute as a button. Plus even when she is playing a not-so-nice role (see early episodes of Home School), I still want to be on her side.

Aye Sarunchana

(P.S. I Hate You, Tale of a Thousand Stars, Be My Favorite)

I mean, just look at her. Plus she can act, sing, dance, and model. She's my equivalent of an Asian Barbie doll.

Yoshi Rinrada

(The Sign)

I completely understand why Yai is so whipped for Sand. If my SO is looking as gorgeous as that even when chewing god-knows-what, I would also probably kneel and beg for mercy for every (real or imaginary) transgression just to be on her good side.

Song Ji-Oh

(Semantic Error)

Cool, calm, collected, and would probably kick anyone's ass without hesitation if you annoy her. I wouldn't mind following this woman to the ends of the earth.

Pat Chayanit

(P.S. I Hate You, Midnight Museum, The Jungle)

I am not into BDSM but I would totally not mind if she's the dominatrix.

Jamie Juthapich

(P.S. I Hate You, Home School, The Jungle)

Yeah, I think I have a soft spot for so-called 'bad' girls - especially if they look like her 😅

Organ Rasee

(Bad Genius, Never Let Me Go, Laws of Attraction)

I think when they say MILF, they actually mean her. 😅

WJ Mild Lapassalan

(Ugly Duckling, Kiss Series, Happy Birthday, 3 Will Be Free, Girl Next Room, 46 Days, The Jungle)

Does not matter whether it is comedy, drama, psycho-thriller, horror, or sappy romance, she can do it all and do it well. Plus, have you seen her IG doing yoga/pilates posts? The girl is highly flexible.

Namtan Tipnaree

(Who Are You, Friend Zone, Wake Up Ladies, The Player, Last Twilight)

I didn't notice how pretty she was until she played Giwi in The Player. By gods, I would also be willing to commit crimes if my accomplice looks like that.

Xyriel Manabat

(Dirty Linen, Senior High)

I feel a bit guilty about this one as I have watched her act ever since she was a child. But damn, she grew up fine 😅😅😅

I feel like am annoying my mutuals by tagging them every single time so, if you see this and are up for it, consider yourself tagged! 😊

#tag game #not sure if I did this correctly

[aries-online]

Losing Score

(platonic)TWST housewardens x Reader

Authors note: ig this is angst to comfort, maybe. Enjoy or perish <3 /j. Working on requests after i post this, will be posting my oc masterlist thingy soon as well :)

also, this a little over 2500 words, sorry if there is any typos. :)

My video recommendation of the day is this , it's two hours of nothing but chill shrimp. Idk why I thought of floyd, but i did. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fic btw, just thought I should share.

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Synopsis: Reader learns how to magic, Reader then fucking overblots

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“I lost, Didn’t i?”

For the longest time, you thought of NRC as a home away from home. Being brought to a new world was taxing on you mentally and physically. Thankfully, you were not alone in this new world. You made a new friend, A boy named Yuu. like Yourself, he had no magic and nowhere else to go. Yet, as things went on, you two began to drift apart after the second overblot. Yuu had made new friends he could hang out with, yet he chose to bring you along. No matter how uncomfortable he and his friends were. When you noticed his waning friendship, you began to study more. Your private studies led you to learning a few basic magic spells. You were estatic to say the least, but you knew to keep this under wraps. No one could find out about this. As more overblots came and went, what began as a basic protection spell grew into more powerful magic, more untamed magic. You had drifted so far away to your first, and what you considered your only true friend in this place. You were much more of a loner, the once cheery air that surrounded you before replaced with one that was dark and heavy. You hadn’t spoken a word to anyone besides yourself in over a month at this point, and to say the least, people were concerned about you.

“Hey, [NAME]” Yuu called out, carefully making his way across the dorm to where you resided. You hadn’t bothered to fix up your hallway at all, saying you preferred the eerie atmosphere. Yuu spared a glance to the small crowd behind him. HImself and the other dorm leaders had decided to hold a little “intervention” of sorts, all were concerned about your drastic change in behavior. “[NAME]” he called out again, a little louder, hesitating infront of your door. With a sharp inhale, he grabbed hold of the doorknib and opened the door. You were nowhere to be found. “They aren’t in here” Yuu stated, dumbfounded. He hadn’t seen you leave the dorm at all in the day. He slowly examined your room, noting how dark it seemed, even with the light on. “What do you mean, They aren’t there” Riddle called from down the hall. “They aren’t here, like at all.” Yuu called back, sparing another glance over your room before leaving. “All their stuff is still there, but they aren't,” Yuu explained. ‘Well do you know of anywhere else they could be?” Riddle questioned, the other dorm leaders nodded to Riddle's question. It was quiet for a few minutes, while they pondered where you could be. ‘They like to go on late night walks” Yuu pondered outloud “maybe their somewhere along their usual path?” he suggested. “That is a good idea, Yuu,” Azul replied, earning a nod from Riddle. “Indeed” riddle replied “well, we know where to start”.

The group of eight had been walking down the forest path for about ten minutes. Your voice had picked up, but it was so faint that if you werent listening for it, you wouldn’t hear it. “I can hear [NAME]” malleus said, speaking up for the first time since they began looking for you. “It's quite faint, but i can hear them”. “Your hearing must be really good, Malleus” KAlim complemented, earning a small smile from Malleus. “Thank you, kalim” he replied, before turning his gaze back down the path “we are headed in the right way”.

“Maybe I should just blow this popsicle stand,” you laughed. The bird sitting on your shoulder seemed to laugh with you. “How long do you thinkit would take them to find out i was gone, i don’t attend school regularly enough for it to be noticed quickly” yo commented, twirling a tree branch you found here when you learned your first spell. The bird chirped at you, beginning to fly off your shoulder “yeah, i guess you're right there ” you replied, sighing “i guess Yuu and grim would notice pretty quick, He’d probably notice that whatever he leaves for me to eat wasn’t touched”. You fiddled with the branch more, tossing it and catching it “i do wanna go somewhere else though” you commented, looking at the bird who now perched on a tree branch a few feet from you “i don’t feel like this place needs me anymore, yknow?”. The bird gave you another chirp, you let out a heavy sigh “i know i don’t have a place to stay, but i could build something, yknow”

The group approached where you were, your voice growing from an inaudible mess of words to more coherent words. “I'm just surprised nobody noticed the magic i have sooner” you commented, throwing the group off. “You’d have thought that the people with the magic would notice something off about me, but I guess not.”. Yuu froze “how could they have learned magic” he muttered “Crowley had told me it wouldn’t be feasible with how far along we were in life”. “I think we all thought the same thing” Maleus commented “it should be a near impossible task, even if they managed to it wouldnt be anything too powerful” he replied. Meanwhile, your little bird friend had alerted you to the oncoming group, “Thanks Aj '' you muttered, petting the bird on the head before turning to grab your messenger bag. “I guess it's now or never” you sighed. “ i know you're there” you shouted, catching the group off guard  “i have ears, yknow”. The group had made their way from the forest's edge, and into the clearing where you stood. An angry look crossed your face “what do you lot want” you shoute, your voice ringing across the clearing. “[NAME], we're worried about you” Yuu began, before he could open his mouth again, you let out a cackle. “Why do you care now?” you asked, covering your mouth as you laughed “do you suddenly feel regret for freezing me out, Yuu?”. Vil casted a glance over at Yuu “what do they mean, Yuu?” he asked, concerned with what you just said. “Go on Yuu, tell them what you did” You mocked, holding you hands to your chest “tell them what you did Yuu” your voice grew darker as you continued to stare. You felt something like water drip down your face, the concerned stares from the dormleaders turning into those of fear. “C’mon Yuu, tell them” you said, your voice quiet and gravely. “TELL THEM WHAT YOU DID” you shouted, your voice shaking the area around you. The dripping water grew more frantic, before your vision was clouded over. It felt like forever trapped inside the inky prison that was your feelings. Consiously aware of the frantic shouting coming from those around you. When it was finally seemingly over you felt you body sink to its knees. “I lost” you whispered, sobs escaping your lips “Didn’t i?”. This time, when you retreated back into your mind, the memory of what started you down this slippery slope replayed back to you like a movie.

“Hey! Yuu!” you called out, laughter escaping your lips as you ran up to where he stood talking to Ace and Deuce. “You’ll never guess what happened!” You laughed, holding a poster in your hands. “Hey, [Na]-” Ace began, before being interrupted by Yuu “Not now, [NAME]” he sighed, textbook under his arm “Can you just tell me later?I’m really not in the mood” he snapped, causing Ace and Deuce to give him a weird look. Your excitement quickly died down “oh-, Uh- sure” you repiled, a lump forming in your throat. “I’ll talk to you later, i guess” you replied quietly, turning on your heel. You hoped they couldn’t see your tears as you made your way as far away as possible. 

Despite slipping the poster under his Door, as an invite to the performance you were invited to do at Monstro Lounge, you couldn’t see Yuu anywhere. You shook it off, letting yourself be guided by Jade towards the small stage. “Your up, [NAME]” he said, patting you on the shoulder, “your going to do wonderful”. You let a smile creep up onto your face “thanks for the encouragement Jade” you replied, shooting him a grin before making your way to start your performance. When you finally finished your performance and made your way off stage, you still saw no hint of Yuu. with a sigh, your shoulders dropped. He didn’t show up. He didn’t even bother to say he wouldnt come. You felt anger build up inside of you, Why was your best friend avoiding you?

The next night, you locked yourself into your bedoom, a book you freshly checked out from the library in your hand. A soft know could be heard on your door “Suppers done” Yuu Said, his tone bored and apathetic. You didn’t bother to answer. Why should you anyways? you gently shook your head and continued to read. You wanted to learn as much as possible about this worlds magic, if you could even gain magic. Turns out, you could, but it would take alot of time and energy to learn just a few basic spells. You were determined though, you wanted so badly for your best friend to notice you again. 

You took to teaching yourself spells in a secluded part of the forest surrounding Ramshackle. At first, it was going nowhere, but eventually you got the hang of a rather basic spell. You let out a loud cheer when you finally managed to build up enough energy to shoot a beam of light at your makeshift target. Although, after that you felt rather lightheaded. But the light headed feeling didn’t even begin to quell your excitement. “I did it” you laughed “I actually did it!”. Your excitement was shortlived though, you had realized that if Yuu found out, Crowley would find out and you didn’t need either of them harassing you on how you did it. It was difficult keeping it a secret, but you knew it was for the better of yourself. One night, while you were out at your clearing, you broke down into tears, the stress of everything that happened in the past few months finally catching up to you. “I just wanna go home” you whispered, tears streaming down your face “Why couldn’t i adjust like Yuu did. Why does he get to have friends and i dont”. A small sparrow fluttered down from a nearby tree, landing on the tree stump you used as a stool. It pecked at your face. “Sorry” you muttered, trying to shoo the bird away. It chirped at you and gave you a small headbutt, trying its best to comfort you. “thanks, little guy” you muttered, your hand absentmindly petting the birds head “thanks”

The next memory to come to you was a week ago, you had learned to use your newfound magic to float small things, despite the exciting development, you couldnt help but feel a lingering anger. Your newfound Bird friend was one of the only things you felt you could vent to. You had slowly been frozen out by the people you called friends, the only  person really wanting to talk to you was kalim. “Screw them” you grumbled, ploping yourself down on the stump. “Screw all of them, ‘specially Yuu ''. your bird companion chirped at you, hopping onto your lap. “Yeah, I get what you're saying. But none of them deserve to speak to me anymore”. You sighed, gazing up at the pinkish sky above. “It's getting late” you muttered, nudging the bird onto your finger so you could stand. “I guess I have to go back to my dorm room, so that no one finds out”. the bird cocked its head to the side, chirping at you once more. “Yeah, i’ll tell them eventually, but not anytime soon.” you replied, turning your head towards the path. “One day, but not today”

There you sat, in your own head, watching your memories like a movie. “ “m sorry” you muttered, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes “ ‘m sorry for being such an ass”. You felt a hand on your shoulder “i'm the one who should be saying sorry” you felt Yuu crouch next to you, gently embracing you in a side hug. “This is sorta all my fault” he said, gently petting your hair “if i maybe just communicated how i felt a little more, maybe it wouldn’t have ended up like this”. You two sat there quietly for a short while, just enjoying eachothers presence. “Next time you do any big performances, i promise i’ll be there”

When you woke up, the group around you all let out a collective sigh of relief. “[NAME]'' one of the blurry figures exclaimed, although you could barely see who it was, you could recognize the voice as kalim. “Thank the seven you're okay, we were so worried about you”. You rubbed your eyes, clearing up the blurriness, but when you owned your voice to speak, no noise came out. You gave Kalim a small smile, clearing your throat . “ ‘m sorry” you whispered, your voice hoarse. You felt a hand gently rubbing your shoulder “what matters is your better” Yuu replied, giving you a half smile. You gave him a sort-of smile back. “Im happy you two are on good terms again” Malleus commented, eliciting nods from the other dormleaders. “I agree, its nice to see you being friends again” riddle replied.  Your heartfelt moment was soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat. “If you all don’t mind, may i speak to [NAME]?” Crowley asked. You felt fear grip you, clenching your hands on the bedsheet, gaze fixed to your lap. “Is it alright if i stay?” Yuu asked, glancing between you and crowley. “I don’t see why not” he replied, before ushering the others out of the room.

A week after you were finally released from the infirmary, you made your way to your clearing once more, this time followed by Yuu, Crowley and the dormheads. “I guess i should show you what i can do” you laughed, playing around with your shiny, new pen wand. Your little bird friend swooped down, landing on your outstretched hand. “This is AJ, by the way” you explained, the bird on your hand letting out a friendly chirp “He’s a pretty cool little dude.” you motioned for yuu to stretch his arm out, Sending Aj over when he did. “Now for the real fun” you laughed, twirling the pen in your hands. Curious eyes watched as you began to alleviate the smaller things in the clearing, slowly moving to bigger items, then eventually, you began to lift the dorm leaders into the air one by one. Your smile grew as you heard their laughter. Slowly you let the wind pick up around you, letting a gentle breeze blow over everyone. You let everyone down slowly, letting the breeze die down on its own. A grin had formed on your face. Finally feeling accepted once again.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst dorm leaders x reader #gender neutral reader

[beomgyusmcnugget]

warning: an actually somewhat positive 2 cents about Halloween ends

I just came back from the theater and was suprised to come on here and see everyone absolutely demolishing this film (I mean it’s hilarious and y’all do have a point) when I actually enjoyed it!

My mom turned to me, disgruntled and mumbling as the end credits rolled, and a ginger guy and his s/o were talking to us after the movie and saying how much they thoroughly detested it. But I actually found it to be the best of the modern sequels

I think the reason I liked acts one and two so much honestly is due to my utter loathing of Halloween kills. That movie spit on me and threw me in a dumpster. Holy fuck I hated it so. So much. They made Michael into a god damned chainsaw, he wasn’t even Michael anymore he just cut down everyone in sight, and it was so stupid I literally yelled at the screen in the theater (luckily I wasn’t the only one). So I think seeing a Halloween film where the body count is back to the single digits soothed my soul from a few years ago. Also bringing the killers back down to a more human level, just with a knack of surviving the impossible, was cathartic and reminiscent of the first five (except three bc who actually watches that one) films, which imo the brother Michael to Jamie niece pipeline is superior (when Paul Rudd gets added to the mix is when I start hating it and switch over to H20).

I also love next gen nonsense, and I and aware I am hereby the scum of the earth, and that’s where this movie excels for me and also majorly disappoints. Because I thought we were getting the transfer of evil from Michael to Corey, but also a what if Laurie didn’t fight for good and instead submitted to the lure of evil and it’s ease? I thought the inclusion of Alyson in that was cool, however they totally fucked it up.

Because at first it’s like oh Alyson doesn’t want to fight it anymore, or maybe she was cristened in the evil because of how she grew up and wouldn’t that be the perfect way for Michael to win if not in flesh: Laurie’s own granddaughter committing to evil. However they just didn’t do that?

All of a sudden Alyson isn’t .. dark. She’s just done with her phase ????????? Like whyyyyy it could have been so perfect why must you do this to me?

Also in the vein of massive disappointment yet mid movie satisfaction is Corey’s whole character. Because I liked how he was a mild blend of young Laurie and Michael (smart baby sitter -> killer ig is the only link lmao) and some of the set up was clever if not slightly crude in execution; i.e, him sleeping and sort of hiding in the home of his first kill, much like Michael hid in his childhood home where he killed Judith. I loved that idea, and giving him his own mask, specially a creepy Halloween one reminiscent of Michaels clown mask which I thought was cool.

But THEY JUST KILL HIM ??

I waited for the end of the credits in hopes of a scene shot from the window of Jeremy Allen’s house, with nothing but breathing for audio, and a slow shot of someone picking up the scarecrow mask and looking out at haddon field from the window.

But, no. 🗿

However I still have hope for this, idk why I guess I’m just delusional. However considering Michael let himself die imo and allowed himself to be carried to the massive meat grinder, and that Corey sat up after being stabbed in the neck, I get the impression Corey could have sat up after his neck was snapped (considering he was shot multiple times and sustained two falls from fatal heights and a fucking neck wound but what ever) and if Michael wasn’t ready to go then he could just punched the window from the roof of the car, so I figured that scene when he was over Corey was a sort of eye signal thing to take over the mantle bc the whole movie he was turning to Michael for guidance but it was his time to fully grasp the role. Therefore Michael allowed them to kill him and destroy his body as Corey became the sole owner of the form, which would explain why both of them were in mid strength throughout the movie bc evil incarnate can only fulfill one form fully.

But. No.

And if not that, I figured Alyson would then be who the evil was transferred to. Idk I guess I supposed she was going to play an actual role in the film but … sigh.

So yes while I have many complaints about how they dropped the ball with the end, what this movie could have been, and what it delivers in the first and second act make this one of the more compelling sequels imo, and by FAR the best of the new three, in my opinion at least. The last two new ones were honestly disrespectful to the franchise imo and completely misunderstood the point of Michael: he’s not like a machine gun. He’s scary cause he’s evil and stalks his prey, not because you guys found some cool and gross cgi to attach to your film and decimate an entire town population. That’s an apocalypse atp, not a slasher or killer.

So this one definitely payed wonderful homage (ty for adding the picture of Annie and Linda 🥲, the knitting needles!! Someone stabbed on the wall, and Corey standing watching Laurie like Michael in the first film) and had a decent vibe that fit in with the original imo better than Halloween kills (my genuine arch nemesis). However the ending didn’t just fall flat, it fell from an eight story building.

HOWEVER. THEY ADDED DONT FEAR THE REAPER IN THE END CREDITS. And I feel that song should get more credit as the iconic Halloween song.

And though many are upset about Michaels lack of screen time, I was honestly so pissed that they made him a terminator in the last film, I was okay with it.

And Laurie, dear, pls step on me.

Jamie was 10379128/10 in this movie. *chefs kiss*

So sorry if you read this whole thing :/

#halloween ends #halloween #michael #michael meyers #corey cunnigham #Laurie strode my actual wife #I love that woman so much #Jamie lee supremacy #alyson I expected you to be emo what happened

[ilshailey]

BIO. PROFILE. THREAD TRACKER.

hi friendsss i’m super late but it’s ya girl rina revamping an old muse of mine for ilsang! find out a bit more about park hyemi aka hailey under the cut and hit that ♡ button down below if you’d like to plot hehe

BACKGROUND

rich girl from seoul, basically

has an older brother but was basically raised as the conglomerate heir of her dad’s ent. company since she’d always been known to be a fast learner (read: one of those “good at everything” kids)

doesnt really have a personality outside of being her parents’ perfect golden girl 

kinda grew distant from her brother........then one day he just left home without a word and it made her distraught 

his absence forced her to admit that she’d been turning a blind eye to their parents poor treatment and blamed herself for it all

long story short, she found a brochure in his room to ilsang and jumped on the chance that she just might find him there even if there was no actual evidence that he even went there

not long into her arrival (i mightve put an actual length of time in my bio but who knows kjsfsd) hailey was wandering about town and slipped on one of the oil spills and fell. she got a headache so she returned to her room at the inn early

the next morning she woke up but didnt feel like she had any control over her own body

((( THIS ASSUMPTION WAS CORRECT BECAUSE SHE’D BEEN TAKEN OVER BY AN ALIEN HOST!!! good job hyemi ur so smart )))

now she’s behaving the complete opposite from how she normally is. always smiling and happy, curious about the world around her

v touchy. will fb poke war u irl just because. also a hugger. 

hyemi continues to attempt to win back her body (read: is constantly yelling at her alien) and still very much wants to find her brother 

OTHER FUN STUFF

hailey loves and adores all things pretty!! will very much get distracted by anything sparkly

will flirt with you, but in a clumsy way (think early 2000′s rom-coms)

did i mention that hyemi hates “hailey” lol

hailey picked up a job at cha ko latte bc she discovered the wonders of all sweet things and caffeine. catch her on her shift jumping around behind the bar off of 5 cups 

mayhaps a bit of a klepto?? just bc she’s curious about things, she’ll pick them up and take them back to her room to look at. sometimes she actually does put them back (but only if hyemi is yelling about how much of a mess their room is and that she does not need a random jacket from off the street sitting on their floor)

is what some may consider a ✨ditz✨

loves to look at herself and started an ig account against hyemi’s protests so that the whole universe can bask in how pretty she is

PLOTS???

honestly if u know me u know i suck at plots but here are some ideas that can maybe spark some better ideas LOL

def her older brother (will probably put in a wc form to the main too!)

alien buddy - hailey is super excited to be hailey and she absolutely needs someone to share her experience with

i need someone who is sus of her and constantly trying to make attempts at exposing her but she somehow avoids them coincidentally bc of how silly she is

a cha ko latte regular who either just really likes her coffee or enjoys watching her act a fool on the clock 

another haedodi house resident. this is just for some housing plots maybe. perhaps they just eat breakfast together in almost silence (hailey constantly providing a commentary for her food) or they just walk home together sometimes

a first love - she’s only ever seen it in movies and dramas (that she’s been binging with ease thanks to hyemi’s netflix account) but she finds it so peculiar that humans would do anything for this situational feeling. she wants to give it a try! it’s not that hard, right? 

#ilsintro

[fighterkimburgess]

I'm not trying to defend the anon, but reading through what you shared about Irish people and discrimination, the post specifically says that Irish people experienced racism, not discrimination.

And they've also used a GIF of WOC talking about someone calling her a Paki and her telling the white man he doesn't know what it is like, but the white man says he does know because he's Irish. He really can't understand.

But I do appreciate you discussing what Irish people have been through, especially since I am an English WOC and this is something I was unaware of.

A lot of that tumblr post is from 2012, which is probably why they use the term racism, although I don’t want to speak for anyone who posted, a lot of the blogs are long gone (the copy of it in my likes is from 2013, for context!). What I will say is that under some definitions of racism, it’s “the systemic oppression of a racial group to the social, economic, and political advantage of another” (Merriam Webster, Definition 2)

The discrimination against Irish people in the UK until probably the early 90s would have counted as racism. Irish people who moved there generally lived in worse housing and didn’t have a lot of ability to mix with English people (the rise of Anglo-Irish and London-Irish centres that still exist today are vestiges of this). They generally were employed in what were considered the worst jobs - builders, domestic servants, factory workers - and it was rare for them to rise above entry level work. Domestic workers in England (and the US) were often called a “Bridget”, because employers didn’t care to learn their staffs names, Irish people were just interchangeable. And anti Irish sentiment still draws political belief. Just look at former Home Secretary, Priti Patel, saying that if Ireland didn’t support the UK with Brexit negotiations they would threaten our food supply. For a country who was complicit in An Gorta Mór, that’s disgusting to happen. It did meet the standard of racism, but as now that term is more used to mean between people of different skin colour, I didn’t want to use it here, which is why I used discrimination.

At the time Bend It Like Beckham was released, we were about five years after the Good Friday Agreement. Peace was fragile. And the white character in those gifs, Joe, is an Irish man who grew up in London. He got the slurs thrown at him too, because when he was growing up he heard it all. He was called a Paddy, and judging by his accent probably a t*ig. You still see bonfires in Northern Ireland with “kill all t*igs”, or “K.A.T” on them.

That’s what it’s about. It’s about empathising with someone and you may not know exactly what they’re going through, but you’ve been through similar and know what it’s like. It’s not meant to belittle Jess’s (the woman in them, whose full name is Jasminder) experience in the slightest, it’s supposed to let her know she’s not alone. And in context it does!

If it was released today I’d agree it’d be pretty tone deaf, but for 2002 it was spot on. I do appreciate you coming here openmindedly, and thank you for the ask.

#cíara answers

[simpgoose]

Alright alright so. Day two ig, this is a poorly thrown together doodle I did late last night as a wind down between my day and bedtime bc I went ahead and randomized. We pulled Blake (right), a pansexual cis man who is my partner's character. (Yesterday, I think I forgot to mention that Lainey is my character and Drew was also my partner's *rip*) Blake is sort of? a main character, in that he is sort of the """viewer's""" main exposure to a specific group of OCs that are all mine, being the Estrellas. Blake himself grew up in the small town that said group of OCs would eventually collect in, and he knew one of the foster kids before she was in the system- Heather (not in the image), who was his best friend. Ultimately, her home life was *fucked*, and when put into the system, she managed to qualify for the specific parameters that the Estrella house was looking for (this will not make very much sense at all but it's important for Blake I am so sorry if this sounds like non-sense) Anyways, his friend changes her name to Summer bc her old name carries a lot of trauma. They grow up together, best friends, dependency issues develop, still close, but he opts to move to California after HS graduation to pursue an acting career. Now, what happens there is dark, so I will put that at the very bottom with TWs and stuff, but for anyone who wants to avoid that, I'll give you a trigger free run-down; Meets girl, falls in love, things go Terribly Wrong, he ends up in a psych facility/rehab center, comes back, while he's dealing with all of that trauma, he experiences a lot of lessons in life and love with said group of OCs and the other people that exist in his home town. He *at current* is set up to end up with Summer after lots of therapy and a third poly member named Maxine, but also Blake is such a lovable goofball of a sunshine himbo that it's hard for us to not want to write him a romance with *everyone* there (in fact, we have given him a happy ending with almost every character in this setting, to the point where we've considered making a dating sim). Blake is a guy that loves to play into the big idiot golden retriever stereotype, but he is actually pretty intelligent when it comes to visual language and cinematography. He knows a surprising amount about color theory and framing, and has a lot of emotional depth and awareness that he's improving through therapy. All Blake wants to do is put more good into the world than bad, and sometimes that results in him taking the brunt of the bad if it means he feels like he's doing some good in the process. - Now. About Ophelia (left, my OC) and what happened in California and why we felt she was the most necessary adjacent OC to place here even though she has very little "screen time". What happens in California is never focused on very heavily in the story aside from how it effects Blake as an otherwise totally optimistic and almost "happily stupid" type of character, but it's written out in such a way that you can understand *why* it effects him the way it does. These topics aren't meant to be taken lightly. -

TW: Drug use mentions, non-explicit su*c*de via OD - - Blake has. An extremely hard time finding acting jobs, as you would probably guess, considering the stereotype. Through a friend, he's been able to crash with some acquaintances in town, who are more than happy to provide him a support system. But he's a small town kid in a new city with complete strangers, albeit friendly ones. One of those strangers is Fawn, who introduces him to the local party scene. There, he meets one of her acquaintances, Ophelia. Ophelia is pretty, charming, witty, and bubbly. She's got cool gray eyes that still feel warm, and he's never felt quite so shy about only having brown-hazel before. Something about her feels familiar in a way none of the people he was staying with did. They spend a long time talking; he finds out she's looking for model work in the city, and he mentions his want to be an actor. They very quickly spiral into dating as two optimistic kids looking for their shot at fame. However. Ophelia happens to have a group of friends at about this exact time who start getting into some *hard* drugs. She's battling self image issues, despite the fact that everyone's encouraging her that she can find model work as she is, and ends up leaning into these for not only escape, but as a means to lose weight. Blake, in one of the deepest mental pits of his life, starts doing this with her. The support group that he was with starts getting shut out as they call attention to the dangers of using this substance. They try to talk to both of them to get help, but with the codependency and addiction, it doesn't sound like reasonable advice to the two of them, and so they run off. They live on the streets for a very short period of time, crashing with some of Ophelia's crowd. Eventually, they do manage to get a very, very, very shitty motel room for a few nights. Blake goes out, trying to look for any work to get any more money, and comes back to a letter that only says "I love you" on it. Blake calls the paramedics and the cops. He calls the friend he had back in his hometown, the one that recommended him to said earlier support group, who drives several hours just to come sit with him. This is Bailey Estrella. She talks to him for a while (and tells him that her friends had been extremely worried about him after he ran off), and eventually convinces him to go to a rehab center. She drops him off, and hangs around with her friends that she had recommended him to so she can keep an eye on him while he gets better. When he eventually does get out of rehab, Bailey helps him move back home after having a small celebration with him and her group of friends. Blake is aiming to go back to college for photography now, having fallen out of love with his movie star dreams. In spite of all of this, Blake really tries to uphold that sunshine demeanor. More than anything, it's a mask to try to be his old self again while he handles his shit. And some days, the lie works so well that he thinks maybe he is that version of Blake again. Other days, he grapples with the idea that he's just animating this ghost of himself for other peoples' sake. Regardless of what his happy ending is, it always results in him accepting that he's been through shit, and it's the choices he makes in spite of it that make him a better version of himself, not pretending to be a happier version of himself.

#oc october #oc artist #oc art #oc writing #oc sketch #oc artwork #traditional media #traditional sketch #traditional art #sketchbook #sketch #character art #original character #oc backstory #oc background

[a-dragons-journal]

i dont "kin for fun" but through tiktok i found out about the whole kin for fun vs actual otherkin... situation ig? im having a really hard time taking it seriously... maybe im just burnt out and bitter from dealing with the worlds current events, and maybe its because on tiktok the only people i saw mad about it were white people, but you're the most reasonable person ive seen talking about it (a lot of other posts have this odd tone that 12 year olds on tiktok saying kin is the worlds greatest opression and it weirds me out) so ig my question is just... why exactly does this matter? why does it matter enough to post about and care about and not just ignore? /gen

Hey! I don’t blame you for being a bit weirded out by it, we’re a weird subculture and we’re well aware of it! xD I appreciate you taking the time to actually look into it past your first knee-jerk reaction, especially considering burnout and the state of things.

I’m not totally sure if you’re asking why otherkinity matters or why the “kin for fun” being wrong matters, so I’ll answer both - they’re pretty well tied together anyway.

The short version:

Otherkinity is an identity. It’s who we are, we can’t choose to pick it up or put it down, and it comes with struggles - though no, ‘kin are not systematically oppressed (though we are pretty badly bullied and, at this point, pushed out of our own words and spaces).

What people calling roleplay/relating to/projecting onto characters “kinning for fun” does is steal our words, make them meaningless, and in doing so, make it difficult or impossible for us to find each other. If someone says “I kin [x],” I no longer know whether they mean “I am [x] on an intrinsic level” or “haha I relate to this character a lot”. I no longer know whether they actually share my experiences or if they’re going to turn on me and call me “crazy” as soon as they realize I’m not exaggerating or joking or roleplaying. It’s done massive harm to the community as a whole because it’s become difficult to tell whether someone is actually ‘kin or if they’ve misunderstood the whole thing - and because antikin rhetoric, which I’m seeing more and more in KFF spaces, hurts far more when it’s coming from inside what you thought was a community space than when it’s coming from self-labeled “antikin.”

There are other words for roleplaying and relating to and projecting onto characters. Hell, there are words for strongly identifying with-but-not-as characters/things, though usually KFF people don’t even seem serious enough for those to fit in my experience. I’m really not sure why these people are so determined to steal and misuse our words, words that were specifically created to mean something else, when they already have their own and are just refusing to use them. (Or, hell, if you don’t feel like those fit, make your own. We did. It’s your turn to put in the work. (General you, not you-the-anon, of course.))

An analogy, if that still doesn’t quite land for you:

Consider, for a moment, the transgender community. I am aware this is a dangerous thing to say, but bear with me. Obvious CW for hypothetical transphobia up ahead is obvious.

Consider if you were part of the trans community (I don’t know if you are or not), having finally found a word to explain why you feel the way you do about yourself, why your experiences don’t seem to match up with those of everyone else around you. Having found a community, a home, full of other people like you, people you never would have met if not for words like “transgender” and “gender dysphoria/euphoria” that were created specifically to describe your experiences.

Now consider if people suddenly stumbled across your community for the first time who were not trans themselves. They see community jokes and lighthearted posts out of context, because Tumblr and Twitter aren’t exactly conducive to making sure people find the Transgender 101 information posts first. They don’t bother to do further research, assuming they understand: ah, these people like to crossdress! They like to pretend they’re a different gender! This seems like a fun hobby, I want in!

They begin to post things like this. They post photos of them crossdressing and caption them “hi, I’m [name], and I trans men!” and things of the like. Suddenly the concept of “transing for fun” seems to be everywhere - and it’s not at all what being trans actually is, but these people either don’t know or don’t care. When actual trans people try to politely correct them, they’re accused of “gatekeeping” - and to be clear, this is not “nonbinary people aren’t real,” it’s “transgender means you identify as a gender other than the one you were assigned at birth, and you’re self-identifying as the gender you were assigned at birth 100% and telling us this is just a fun hobby for you, therefore you’re not trans, you’re crossdressing or doing drag or being GNC. That’s fine, but it’s not being trans - you have other words to describe that, use those.”

(Yes, I am aware these things have a history with the trans community - please just ignore that for the sake of the analogy and bear with me on the slightly simplified version of this. “Kinning for fun” does not have that same history with the otherkin community.)

...And then the response to those attempted corrections, in some corners, turns into “wait, you ACTUALLY think you’re another gender? idk that sounds pretty unhealthy, maybe you should see a psychologist or something :\” and “you’re taking this too seriously.”

I imagine, in this hypothetical scenario, you’d also be pretty fuckin peeved.

(Obviously, in this hypothetical scenario, systematic transphobia would be an issue as well, which isn’t the case for otherkin - again, you’re gonna have to bear with me on the simplification for sake of analogy there.)

(EDIT: this is not an anti-MOGAI/exclusionist argument, this is “you’re literally telling me you don’t fit the definition,” explanation on that here)

The long version, which is probably still worth reading if you have the time and energy:

Otherkinity is... pretty core to who I am, who we as a group of individuals are. We live with being otherkin on a daily basis. Many of us spent a long time feeling different and disconnected and not understanding why until we found the otherkin community. Even people like me, who don’t share that experience and still had social connection - I’ve still had to live with weird differences that I had to learn to mask when necessary; instincts that don’t line up with human society well, feeling body parts that weren’t there and that no one else ever seemed to have, things that other kids grew out of because it was just make-believe for them and I... didn’t, because it was never make-believe for me to begin with. Oh, sure, I played make-believe too - I played warrior cats and house and all those things with the other kids, but there were things that weren’t play-pretend for me too. I didn’t have an explanation for it for a long time - it was just how I was, I was weird, and fortunately for me personally I was okay with that (many of those with species dysphoria or more trouble connecting with humans have more problems from that than I did).

And then I found the word “otherkin.” And suddenly everything fell into place, and I had an explanation for the things I’d been experiencing, and there were other people like me. Something I’d assumed didn’t exist. I found others who shared my unique experiences, who were talking about how to cope with the instinct to growl or snap jaws at people instead of expressing annoyance in a human way instead of just saying “that’s weird, don’t do that”, who were talking about dealing with phantom wings and tails, who understood me. I wasn’t weird, I wasn’t broken, I was exactly what one would expect from a dragon living in human skin. I found an explanation for myself. I found a home.

That is why otherkinity matters - it is who we are, it’s not something we can walk away from (certainly not most of us, anyway), and it’s something many of us need the support of the community to help deal with on a daily basis. Being a nonhuman in human society isn’t always easy, but it’s not something we can just magically stop being - it’s core to who we are, we (generally) didn’t choose to be this way, and we (generally) can’t choose to stop. Which is fine - the vast majority of us can cope with it just fine, with a little advice and help and space to be our authentic selves in. We found each other, we built this community from the ground up to make a space and words to make finding each other easier - or possible at all.

Thus we come to the second half of our story.

It was only a couple of years ago that the “kin for fun” trend started getting big. It had existed before that, of course, but it only started going mainstream two, maybe three years ago, from what I can tell. Suddenly people were treating “kin” like it meant relating to, projecting onto, roleplaying as, or just really really liking a character or thing - not being that thing, which is what it actually means. Not long after that, it became hard to tell whether someone saying “I kin this” meant they were that thing, that they were actually part of our community - or that they really really liked that thing and either didn’t know or couldn’t be bothered to learn that that wasn’t the case for us.

Not long after that, it became relatively commonplace to hear phrases like “otherkin are ruining kinning!!” and “you’re taking this too seriously” and “idk, if it’s that serious for you that sounds unhealthy. maybe you should get some help :\” (all directly quoted, or as exactly quoted as I can remember, from things KFF people have said to me or people I know).

It is a special kind of hell, I think, to be told “you’re taking this too seriously, that’s unhealthy” by people who are taking words created to describe your experiences, not theirs, and misusing them to mean something that you do for fun on a weekend instead of something that’s intrinsic to your being.

Perhaps more importantly, like I’ve said, it’s making it almost impossible to know whether someone who says “I kin [x]” is actually ‘kin or if they’re misusing our words to mean something else entirely. The entire point of words is to communicate ideas, and once you start misusing words to mean something totally different than what they actually mean, that communication falls apart and suddenly we might as well not have those words at all. Especially when the community is small enough and obscure enough that we’re starting to be outnumbered by the misinformation. We’re being run out of our own words, words we created to describe our experiences specifically - because we’re a small community that the wider internet can easily drown out by sheer numbers of people who either don’t know any better or don’t care to learn.

That’s the harm it does - the harm it is doing, right now. That’s why it’s important enough to post about. That’s why it matters - because we’re fighting desperately to hang onto our own words so that others like us can actually find us. Because we’re seeing young nonhumans go “this isn’t a kin, I actually am this” and screaming “No, I’m so sorry that this is what the misinformation has done to you, that’s exactly what otherkin means, you have a place here, please don’t let these non-’kin misusing our words drive you away from the very community you’re looking for and that you belong in.” Because we can’t even communicate effectively about our own experiences anymore except in semi-closed spaces like Discord servers and forums (and the number of Discord servers overrun with KFF people is absurd).

......This got very long. Hopefully it at least explained why it matters so much to me and others a bit better ^^; Thanks for hearing me out, and thank you again for looking into this beyond your initial knee-jerk reaction - I really do appreciate it.

(For further reading, if that text wall didn’t blow you out of the water completely, I recommend my “kin for fun” tag, which has more posts like this in both short and long form.)

#probably should've put this under a cut but oh well #otherkin #kin for fun #kinnie #kinning #rani talks #asked and answered #anonymous #rani talks A LOT apparently sbfldkngjlksdf #i have a lot of feelings on this #long post

[ishibishie]

i said i would maybe do this two weeks ago but i'm on a steven loving high and i saw a stupid post that was basically brainless bashing and hate in his tag so i'm here to fix this with steven love and ramble about the baby boy with a........

27 RANDOM STEVEN HEADCANONS POST!

uh cw for mentioning dead parents ig. there's a lot of dead parent stuff here sorry

- steven is asexual and aromantic. he discovered this a bit "late" when he was about 20 years old. despite his high profile in hoenn, he isn't very open about his sexuality and has only come out to a handful of close friends, the first being wallace. it was also wallace who gave him the black ring he wears.

- steven is half galarian on his mother's side. he would often visit the region with her before she died, and steven has very fond memories of watching gym matches: those battles are what inspired him to become a pokemon trainer along with his mother having been one herself in galar before she moved to hoenn. his favorite place in galar is wyndon city and he loves finding any excuse to hop aboard the trains scattered throughout the region to see all the unique scenery pass by and collect rare new stones for his collection.

- he adores space and astronomy! when he can't sleep he'll go outside and look at the stars until he eventually dozes off. this also led him to look into the mythology behind the constellations he sees, and he's had a few passionate conversations with cynthia about pokemon mythology.

- when nervous, steven tends to bite his nails. this has led to many scoldings and impromptu manicure sessions from wallace!

- his biggest fear is ghost type pokemon as he hates thinking about the concept of death. he also dislikes very strong thunderstorms, and being left alone for long amounts of time.

- as a result of his pampered childhood, steven is a bit of an attention seeker. he tends to get fussy and impatient when nobody acknowledges or listens to him. there was an isolated incident of steven throwing a pebble he had in his pocket at someone to make them pay attention when he was at his limit.

- likewise, he absolutely hates getting dirty when he's not caving. a single blemish of dirt on his nice clothes will drive him mad. he hates being disorganized and is a bit of a clean freak.

- he's a big contest fanboy! if a day off and a contest line up on the same day, expect to see steven somewhere in the audience cheering the coordinators on.

- steven and his father have a rocky relationship ever since his mother died. steven always wanted to become a pokemon trainer like his mother, but his father wanted him to take over the devon corporation one day. this unwanted pressure from his father ultimately led to steven running away from home to pursue his dreams when he was 14. now, they're still on speaking terms, but that's not to say steven looks forward to and enjoys their conversations. things only got worse when steven came out to his father and was brushed off as "going through a phase". despite everything, steven one day wishes to reconcile with his father and hopes that they can be as close as they were before his mother died.

- the one thing steven regrets most is never saying goodbye to his mother. the last thing he told her was "see you tomorrow!" before she died the very next day

- he met wallace during the time he ran away from home. the two met in lilycove city, where wallace was practicing for a contest and steven happened to be in the city. steven was intrigued by wallace's skills and ability to charm him with his pokemon. the first thing steven said to wallace was a compliment about his pokemon and the two decided to spend the day hanging out. they've been best friends ever since, and steven tends to see wallace as the big brother he never had and his main source of advice.

- he loves to write, whether it's journalling or taking notes about the rare stones he finds. however, he uses the same notebook for everything so his journal entries are often bordered by crammed-in notes about rocks. good luck reading anything, though: he has very small and cursive handwriting.

- steven is a disaster in the kitchen. the only thing he can make without any risk of burning his house down is a cup of tea.

- he's a big nature lover! in contrast to his sheltered life as the son of the ceo of a big business, he enjoys looking at flower gardens and finds any chance he can to lay down on a grassy hill and let the world move by without a care.

- he enjoys classical music and can play the flute!

- due to how he grew up without many real friends as a kid, steven tends to act a bit childish in personal social situations. he'll simply say whatever's on his mind without thinking twice and randomly cut in whenever someone else is speaking. not to mention he's terrible at holding eye contact. more "professional" conversations are where he shines as his parents taught him everything about etiquette.

- steven is polite to a fault: he usually has trouble telling people no and doesn't like to intrude on other people's conversations even if he was invited to such a conversation. it can make normal small talk awkward for both parties.

- his favorite place in hoenn is sootopolis city. he adores being surrounded by history while chatting with wallace at a local cafe, not to mention taking in the beautiful scenery at night.

- clear, sunny days are his favorites. when he travels to a colder region and gets caught in a sudden snowfall, he likes to watch it snow as it's an extreme rarity in hoenn.

- he loves to read and often wears a pair of reading glasses when he finds the time to open a book.

- steven carries a few special items with him wherever he goes: these include his key stone, the first gym badge he ever earned, an old pocket knife that belonged to his mother, and his mother's galar gym challenge league card.

- he's great at various card games. it's best to cut your losses if you make a bet with steven and he pulls out a deck of cards!

- it's easy to tell if steven is lying: he'll always rock back on his heels and bite his lower lip when doing so. using this knowledge is limited however, as steven doesn't tend to lie very often.

- his favorite food is galarian curry, especially the kind his mother used to make. he also enjoys sampling the cuisine from other regions, especially kalos. when it's time for dessert, he'll never pass up: he's got a bit of a sweet tooth!

- steven is a very laid-back person and hardly anything can really upset him. he tends to laugh off any embarrassing blunders he makes and will sometimes make small quips and jokes at his own expense. however, saying anything bad about the devon corporation will cause him to go on a profane offense, a bit ironic considering his odd and shaky relationship with the company.

- steven wears his jacket everywhere he goes. he's always complaining about being cold and it baffles everyone how he can keep wearing his blazer even in the dead heat of hoenn's summers. since he's always freezing, you can often find him at home wrapped in the fluffiest blanket he owns near the fire.

- even though he's champion of hoenn, steven still feels like he's working towards his initial dream of making his mother proud. he really only sees his championship title as one of many steps he still wants to take to live the life and dreams his mother hoped he would achieve!

(i copy pasted this from my phone notes so if the format is screwy, sorry!)

EDIT 8-30-21: yes i lowkey made this post to combat the people who are bashing on steven for getting a mega evolving rayquaza and posting this hate on his tag. it's fine to not like steven or how zinnia didn't get the mega rayray but for the love of god DON'T post hate in steven's tag! the people checking his tag are people who like him and we really don't appreciate you mindlessly calling our baby boy a racist bitch because you're salty. i'm sure you wouldn't like it if i went into zinnia's tag and posted "haha suck it side character" so. don't be a bitch. be considerate, okay?

#steven stone #headcanons #he's just such a good little bean #not art

[lesbian-deadpool]

Happy Little Accidents

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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Warnings: “Orphaned” children, implied child abuse, crying, slight angst, that’s it ig.

Request: Nope.

Summary: You bring a child home, temporarily. But what happens when you bond with them?

A/N: I didn’t mean for this to happen. But here it is. Disclaimer!: I don’t know how the adoption process, or anything like that works. Especially in America.

Ko-Fi

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***

"Hey."

"Hey," Natasha greeted you happily. But not long after, the smile that adorned her face fell, at your state.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" She rushed forward, but you stopped her from touching you or getting any closer.

"D. Don't."

"What? Y/N what's going on? You're scaring me," Natasha spoke honestly, the worry and anxiety sky-rocketing inside of her, coming out through her voice.

"I..." you started, no knowing how to say the words. So instead, Natasha watched as you disappeared around the corner of your shared bedroom doorway.

Only for Natasha to gasp when you returned with sad eyes and a small child in your arms. No more than two.

"What happened?" she finally came the full distance to you, placing one of her hands against your ribs, the other coming up to rub lightly against the child's shoulder. "I thought it was just a normal intel mission?"

"It. It was," you stuttered, trying to keep the tears at bay, "But." You swallowed and took a deep, shaky breath. Natasha's hand that was on your ribs moved to rub comfortingly into your arm, pity in her eyes at what the mission had put you through. Even if she didn't know what had happened just yet. "But, they were doing experiments there" you whispered.

She gasped again, looking up at the child that sat on your arm, their head shaved and tucked into your neck, watching the red-head with cautious eyes. Before Natasha's eyes returned to yours when you started talking again.

"So, we just grabbed all the kids and ran."

"All? You mean there was more than one?" You nodded. "How many?"

"I don't know," you uttered, "Like fifty? Sixty? There was too many to count."

"Oh, God," Natasha breathed, tears starting to prickle against her eyes.

"We. We called adoption agencies, foster homes, orphanages. Anywhere that could take them. But still, after all that, they couldn't take them all. Tony took two home, Steve and Bucky took one, Clint even took one. And well...-"

"No. No, don't. I understand, Honey. I would have done the same thing. So, don't you even dare try to apologise."

"What do we do, Nat?" A few tears finally escaped your eyes, at your whispered question.

"I don't know." Natasha shook her head. "But we'll figure it out."

She wiped away a tear from your cheek, as a little hand came up to do the same on the other side of your face. You turned, smiling through your tears at the small child watching you intently.

"Hi." You sniffled. "Don't worry, I'm okay now."

Natasha began rubbing their back, trying to comfort them, just like she did to you not too long ago.

God. She had such a big heart.

To say you grew "heart-eyes" for her at that moment, would be nothing but accurate. Even more so when she began talking to the child now looking at her.

"Hello, Dear. Are you okay? You don't need to be afraid now, we're not going to let anything bad happen to you, while you're with us," Natasha promised. Surprise done in her eyes when the child suddenly reached out for Natasha, leaning forward and out of your arms, as if to make their point clearer.

The red-head plucked them from your arms, cradling them to her body, the child's small head, resting against Natasha's shoulder sleepily.

"Are they a boy or a girl?" she asked you.

You shrugged.

"I don't know. All of the looked practically the same. Buzzed hair, stained white clothes... all sad and scared..." you said sadly, "All but their hair and skin colours."

"My God," Natasha whispered. Looking down, taking note of the child's stained clothes. Noticing just how dirty the child seemed to be.

"Well," she started, "Looks like we definitely need to give this little one a bath."

You smiled nodding along with Natasha, following her into the bathroom when she told you too.

***

Bath time was quite successful, considering you had to bathe a small child.

Who turned out to be a girl.

You had dressed her in one of your soft t-shirts, considering you owned none that were her size. The green one that Natasha always seemed to steal from you. -Not that she didn't take all of your clothes- The red-head choosing that one for the little girl to hear, herself. Which only brought a bright smile to your face.

The t-shirt covered her like a dress. The hem, trailing along the floor, as she looked up at you and Natasha. Who were giggling at how cute she looked.

She raised her arms up for one of you to pick her up, which Natasha jumped at the chance. Picking the small girl up, and raising her high above her head, spinning around while making aeroplane noises. Causing the small child to laugh loudly.

The feeling that filled you, as you watched the scene before you, one that was close to something you regularly felt for Natasha. Which could only be best described as "heart-eyes".

But this was different.

It was something new.

But it was, in no way, unwelcome.

Now, here you were.

Resting in bed, with the girl in between Natasha and yourself. You, scrolling through your phone, as the tv played mindlessly in the background. While Natasha lay on her side, the relaxing haze of sleep washing throughout her body, but just not enough for her to fall into dreamland. The same could not be said for the child in between the two of you.

The girl snoozed softly against the cosy bed-sheets, you assumed this was probably the best sleep she's ever had. Which saddened you to your core. You glanced down, seeing that she was still in the same position as she was the last time you checked. On her stomach, facing you, her lips puckered and slightly parted, releasing little breaths against the mattress. You smiled at the sight. Natasha's hand still rubbing against her back.

Your smile widened as you remembered how Natasha had tried to remove her hand from the sleeping girls back, only to get a sleepy groan of disdain when she did. Quickly moving he hand back to the girls back so that she wouldn't wake up, nor be upset. The whole interaction making you chuckle inwardly, and for Natasha to throw a sift glare at you, with a smile on her face.

After the second time of trying, and getting the same reaction back, Natasha just gave up on trying to remove her hand. Placing a light kiss to the back of the child's head.

You saw this and smiled, sadness showing through it.

"Don't get too attached," you had said, "We don't know how long this will last."

"I know," she replied, but you knew she was thinking and feeling a lot inside, but wasn't ready to talk about it. So, you left it.

You were pulled from your memories by your girlfriend, asking you a question.

"What do we call her?"

She hadn't even opened her eyes, and you could tell, she was just on the edge of sleep.

"I don't know," you replied, "We'll figure it out."

After that, you turned your phone off, moving to switch your bedside lamp off, too. Letting the TV play, filling the room with varying different glows, as the story arc progressed.

Leaning down, you pressed a short kiss to Natasha's lips, feeling her returning it lightly, just as you were pulling away.

Man. She really was sleepy.

You then moved to peck the sleeping girls head, smile tugging at Natasha's lips when she heard the small peck. Before you settled down, humming into your soft pillow, ready for some well-needed sleep.

***

Days had passed since that first night, you had brought the girl home, to yours and Natasha's shared apartment.

The girl who you had decided to, temporarily, call Hope. Just until someone came for her.

Tony and Bruce had run tests on her- Just like they did with all the children, you all saved that day. You and Natasha, never leaving the same room as they did so. Never even leaving her side, if you could help it.

The men had deducted that Hope, was one year and eight months old. Within the one year and six months to just turned two years, that all of the other children were.

They told you that she was a very healthy little girl. Just as healthy as the rest. Them all being practically the same, only slightly more resilient than any other child their age.

From the data and intel you managed to require from the base, you had discovered that the children were some sort of "test-tube babies". Used to make HYDRA a, basically, infinite source of soldiers.

The thought that in fifteen or so years, you could have been on the battlefield. Fighting against the child that now sat upon your lap, munching away at some apple slices. That you- Or the red-head, humming away in the kitchen, as she washed the pots in the sink, could have killed her, and you wouldn't have ever known. Filled you with such horror. Such heartache.

But you were thankful.

Thankful that you had saved her- And all of the other children before that could ever happen.

Thankful that you had sent multiple teams back to that base, to gather all of the information that was in there. Then blowing the place to smithereens, before HYDRA could ever get their hands on it. That they would never be able to do this again. And if they did. Then it would take years just to get back to the point of even testing that the equipment worked.

And those were things you could, truly, be thankful for.

You looked over your shoulder, as Natasha came walking back into the room, smiling brightly at you and the girl in your lap.

Bending over the arm of the chair to get a better look at Hope, she asks the girl peering up at her, "You enjoying those, Hope? They yummy-yummy?"

The girl nods her head, not really understanding what Natasha said, but nodded along anyway. Because of the red-heads enthusiasm.

You assumed because of her situation that she didn't really understand much of what you were saying. Well, less than a regular child her age. And for that same reason, is why she didn't talk. Because she didn't know how too. It's not like you and Natasha haven't tried. You have. A lot. And in many different languages. But still, nothing.

However, you let her take her time. It would happen eventually.

You just hoped you got to see it.

"Yeah," you said in that same tone, "You gonna thank her? It's one of the only things she can make! Chopped up apples."

Natasha squinted her eyes at you in a playful glare, before pushing your head to the side, and away from looking at her. Then moving back down, to talk with the child on your lap.

"Can you say 'apple'?" she asked, picking up one of the thinly cut slices of the girl's snack. Holding it in between both of their faces. "'Apple'?"

The child said nothing. Only reaching out for the pice of fruit Natasha held up to her in demonstration. Whilst chewing on the slice of apple, in her other tiny hand.

Natasha bowed her head, shaking it, as she sighed in amusement.

"Can you say 'shut up'?" you asked, getting the girl to look up at you, while she ate.

"Go on," you egged her on, "Tell her. Tell her to 'shut up'. Go on, do it," you continued, gesturing to Natasha with your finger.

"Is she silly?" Natasha asked, gaining the girl's attention, once again, and a bright smile in return, "Am I gonna kick her ass late? Yes, I am!"

"Wait, baby. No."

"Too late."

***

Watching a grown-ass man roaring and pretending to be a "Tony-Saurus-Rex", as four children happily ran around the room, trying to escape his dreaded "tickle claws". Had to be one of the purest things the world could ever see, hands down.

Morgan, Elijah, Phoebe -the two children that Tony had brought back to his home-, and Hope, having the time of their little lives.

The fearsome "Tony-Saurus-Rex" had scheduled this play date, saying that Hope had to be around children more her age and that he had done the same with Steve and Bucky's temporary child. Considering Clint already had kids for the girl he took home to play with. And who were you to say no and leave Hope out of all the fun?

Natasha sat by your side on the small love seat. Her palm holding her chin as her elbow rested on the arm of the chair.

You could clearly see how much Natasha love this. It was plain as day.

And you felt the exact same.

You loved this. You loved it all.

God, this was gonna hurt like hell.

You were dreading what was to come in the next few days.

However, you were pulled from your thoughts by the little girl, you have quickly come to adore, came barrelling into yours and Natasha's legs. Squealing as Tony ran towards her, before getting distracted, and deciding to chase after another running child.

"Hey, sweety!" You smiled.

"Was he gonna get ya?" Natasha asked while you both helped the little girl up, for her to sit in between you.

The girl panted in between you, watching as Tony continued playing with the other kids. Just as she looked about ready to join in again, Pepper called out from the kitchen.

"Okay, come on! It's snack time!"

"Snack time?" Tony popped up from his hunched "Tony-Saurus-Rex" form. Effectively showing the kids that his dreaded, dinosaur, alter-ego was now safely tucked away. And now there was only a genius, grown man, excited about snacks, left in its wake.

"Wow, you are such a child," you said to the man.

Before Tony could remark his, undoubtedly sarcastic, reply to you. Pepper spoke up again.

"Come on. There's snacks for you guys, too."

"We get snacks?" you straightened in your seat.

"Oh, you call Tony, a child," Natasha said while standing, picking up the girl that was sat in between you both, and placing her on her hip. Begining to make her way towards the kitchen, watching you over her shoulder.

"I want snacks," was all that you could say in defence.

***

The day finally arrived.

The day you and Natasha were both dreading.

The day you had to say goodbye to Hope.

The care-worker had just arrived, and you flashed her a sad, tight-lipped smile. Welcoming her into your home. Introducing her to the little girl, sat contently watching cartoons, on Natasha's lap.

The diaper bag was packed, along with a duffel, holding all of the stuff Natasha and yourself bought for her. The car-seat by the bags. You didn't get much. Knowing that it wouldn't last and that the care-worker couldn't take it all with her, so there wasn't any point.

And maybe. Just maybe. You hoped that it would hurt you less when you eventually had to say goodbye to the little girl.

Less things there, to remind you of her.

Less things to get rid of that would only remind you of her more.

You could tell that Natasha was on the verge of tears when the care-worker introduced herself. Which only solidified your decision to be the "strong one". You had to be that for Natasha, right now. You had to be her rock.

Time had passed by so quick.

Too quick.

The care-worker, Mrs Penelope Keith, was getting ready to leave. Hope's diaper bag and the duffel securely over her shoulder. She had already Taken the car-seat down to the car.

Now all that was left was for you to say goodbye.

"You be good, okay?" Natasha told the little girl, who was confused by the feelings in the room, unknown to anything that was going on. But she still used her little hands to try and wipe Natasha's tears away, as she did with you, that first night you brought her home and she saw the red-head do that for you, "You be the big strong girl I know you are. And know I'll always love you, okay?"

Natasha sniffled harshly, wiping the wetness from her tears, from under her nose. Moving away, so that you could say goodbye, too.

With your girlfriend standing behind you, you lowered yourself to be able to look at the girl properly.

"Hi, sweety. I know you're confused. And I know you're gonna miss us- And trust me, we're gonna miss you too. So much."

You had to keep reminding yourself that this is what you had to do.

You couldn't raise a child.

"You go live your life, okay? And when you do. Don't let anyone tell you what you can or can't do with it."

Except you were raising a child.

"I love you, kiddo."

And you liked it.

"We really should be going now," Mrs Keith said, bending down to pick up the girl, who stood on wobbly legs.

Natasha rushed forward, taking one last chance to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, my sweet little one," she said, cradling Hope's small, chubby, little cheeks, between her fingers. Pressing a love-filled kiss to her forehead.

You bent over slightly, once Natasha came to a stand by your side. Hand's holding the tops of the girl's arms, just staring straight into her eyes. Unable to say anything more than you already had, you just moved to press a kiss just as loving, into the same place Natasha had.

You stepped back finally, wrapping an arm around Natasha's shoulders. Pulling her into your side as she cried softly. Both of you moving to follow Mrs Keith and Hope through the door. To watch them leave your lives forever.

You paused in the hallway, just outside your apartment door. Watching sadly, as they walked away from you.

You weren't able to decipher- Or even understand, the mass-amount of emotions swirling around inside of you.

All you knew was that they hurt you worse than getting shot.

And it increased by the second when Hope turned her head back to peer at you and Natasha, over Mrs Keith's shoulder. The discomfort, showing on her face, clear as day.

She didn't understand what was happening, but she didn't like it.

She didn't like it, one bit.

Your heart ached worse than it did before when you saw the tears quickly fill her eyes, and she reached out over the care-workers shoulder, for you both, as she whimpered.

"Baby," Natasha whispered to you tearfully.

"I know." You tugged her closer to your side, squeezing her shoulder gently, "I know."

If you thought your heart broke before, it was nothing compared to what happened next.

When Hope started crying. No. Bawling.

Oh, God. You couldn't do this.

But you had too.

It was for the best.

But the best for who...?

Not for you and Natasha.

And certainly not for little Hope.

You wondered why this hurt you so much. You had promised yourself that you wouldn't get attached. Stopped yourself from getting too attached to the little girl you rescued and brought home.

That you cared so much for.

And now. Here you were.

Holding a weeping Natasha close to your body, so she wouldn't run over and take Hope from Mrs Keith's arms.

So, that she wouldn't have to let the little girl go again.

Just as Mrs Keith was about to start descending the stairs, only solidifying your final goodbyes to the child.

Something you thought you'd never get to witness, happened.

"Mommy!" Hope cried out, reaching for her red-headed mother.

Natasha Sobbed out, and you were gobsmacked. The tears you had been trying so hard to keep at bay, flowing freely down your cheeks.

And you knew what you had to do.

You loosened your hold on Natasha. Letting the love of your life run out of your arms, and to her little girl.

Mrs Keith stopped walking, as soon as she heard the quick footsteps behind her. Allowing Natasha to pull the child from her grasp, cradling her to her body. Just like she did that first night you brought her home.

Natasha span around to face you, her eyes red, and tears streaming down her face, as you continued to stride over to the small group.

"Y/N, I can't do this," she breathed, almost begging you, "I. I can't. I can't. Y/N-"

"I know. I know," you said, pulling the two crying girls into your arms, just thankful that Hope's cried were subsiding, now that she was in Natasha's arms. "I know." Looking deep into her emerald eyes, you finally confessed what you had been feeling all along, "I can't do this either, baby.”

Natasha sniffed wetly, then pressed her face into your chest.

You both knew that you had no other option. You had to let her go.

It wasn't like Mrs Keith could leave a child, who wasn't legally yours, nor did you have the conformation to foster -as of right now, you hadn't thought you needed to bother. Now you realise how wrong you were-. So, she couldn't leave Hope in your care. That just wasn't how it worked.

But with both of your girls in your arms, you knew that you would do whatever it took to bring Hope home.

To bring your little girl- Your daughter. Back home.

***

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solaine copies her dsmp meta twitter part one

preface: i wrote this on february 13th and am now archiving it over here on tumblr before i get around posting it to the actual archive (of our own). i'd like to clean it up before i go there, becuase i wrote this at like one am lying in bed and typing on my laptop that was sitting on my stomach. it's a lot of rambling. i go on a lot of tangents. it is not the cleanest nor likely most accurate meta you will ever read.

how characters (children) on the smp learn from history rather than repeat it: a thread

aka: stop liking the other one you fucks i opened the wikia so i actually know what happened now /lh

context here is that i had earlier made a much less coherent thread (not that this one is very coherent) with the caveat that i was going entirely off memory

this thread is mainly going over how tommy + tubbo both emulate and turned away from wilbur + schlatt respectively, and how i think that's going to reflect in ranboo's arc

"as long as i can't be the next jschlatt, you can't be the next wilbur." okay we all know this. it's obvious from this point on that both tubbo and tommy saw or had fears of how they were each developing into scarily familiar people - schlatt, a dictator, and wilbur, a madman.

starting with tommy, the parallels between his exile arc and wilbur's pogtopia arc are immediately, and glaringly, obvious. paranoia, trust issues, "maybe i'm actually the bad guy here", and most notably, intense loneliness. wilbur made it obvious he believed pogtopis's allies would all abandon them in the end (them being he and tommy, though how much he trusted tommy by the end is also up in the air), and he was completely prepared to kill anyone he had to in order to secure pogtopia's victory, despite also preparing himself to be the one to end it. wilbur gave up on l'manberg, at the very end. he believed tyranny was all that would ever reign, so he blew it up.

tommy, in his exile arc, was also despairingly lonely. he hallucinated tubbo, grew attached to dream, etc etc. tommy was very very close to "becoming" wilbur here (god i'm sorry this is so long already and just me summing things up we already know it's to keep my thoughts in order + satisfy my inability to shut up and use too many words)

where wilbur and tommy go their separate ways is when they were given an out. dream gave wilbur tnt + for tommy, he was. you know. gestures vaguely at logstedshire. wilbur took the out - he gave up. he gave in. we know he had moments of clarity (when niki was in danger) and Maybe this was one he could've had too, but he didn't. he took the tnt.

tommy decided enough was enough. so at a crucial moment in time, tommy turned away from being wilbur. he did not repeat history.

onto tubbo; admittedly i know much less about his arc as president so this will be less outlined. tubbo,,,, acted very similarly to schlatt. probably moreso than tommy and wilbur! strange new laws, ignoring his cabinet, execution, generally appearing to lose his care for the world and the opinions of others. i'd argue the thing that separates him from schlatt is the most important part of this thread, because it proves my point: he remembered.

i just want to clarify here: by "proves my point" i mean this is the clsoest we get to an agreement of the ideas i'm putting out here in canon?? ig?? as in like. this is the most on the nose way to say it. similarly in recent days to quackity consistently referring to his treatment of dream as torture, which seems to be a very "I Am Not In Character" move but is definitely meant for us, the viewers, rather than character dream or character quackity themselves. tubbo's is a little less like that but still it's kind of like pointing at the X on a map for us the viewers. ok tangent over

tubbo lived under schlatt's rule as one of those people he treated extremely shittily. he lived under schlatt's rule as that person he executed. and tubbo remembers all that! tubbo remembers how schlatt's rule played out, and he looks at his own uh, less than stellar time in office, and he admits this out loud (to ranboo, according to the wikia. i am getting all of this off the wikia. i did not watch any streams during this arc.) that he can See himself becoming schlatt.

and when quackity tries to execute ranboo for being a traitor, tubbo stops him.

onto dream and ranboo! dream is a special case in that we never get to see his perspective of things and are rather left to play fill in the blank, and this whole arc is special (in terms of this thread) in that it isn't over. so i will be doing a lot of extrapolating here.

dream starts out as a generally ambivalent character who has very few rules that he pretty much never bothers to enforce anyways (i think? i don't remember).

by this i mean, this is all stuff i heard secondhand in recent months and can no longer remember what it actually was because i never went back to check. i'm pretty sure, but just a disclaimer. i don't wanna get hit with an "um, actually

his villain arc starts very very early - two whole seasons before he really became one. in the war, he is the antagonist and he plays up to it! most of the war is from l'manberg's pov (or that's how we look at it now, at least) so obviously he is the Bad Guy here.

ranboo griefed a house like two days into the server. 'nuff said /lh

ranboo + dream are both heavily vilified characters from the get-go - dream's part should be fairly obvious (uh, the everything leading up the exile arc where he actually did villainous things), whereas ranboo's is most notably during the second festival's aftermath. taking the blame for blowing up the community house, wanting to "pick people not sides" (he wants all his friends to be happy - sounds familiar, right?), etc etc, and now he's with techno and phil, the former of which is Definitely considered a villain for working with dream

now many many parallels are being drawn between he and dream, especially with the whole enderwalking thing. in the aftermath of everything happening, he chooses to stay out of all conflict, until Something Happens and forces his hand. (the egg!) he wants peace for everyone, which again, sounds very familiar, right?

(slight tangent: yes, the griefing was forcing dream's hand. it's nigh impossible to construe it as anything other than a political attack - the vice president of l'manberg griefing the home of the greater dream smp's king? dream looks weak + open to attack if he lets it slide)

this was a bad way to put it but the spirit of it gets across i think. fuck character limit on twitter

that catches us up on all current lore. where do i think dream and ranboo are going to split? dream has been alone in his decision-making basically since the very first war. not once has he (successfully, we don't know if he tried) gone to fall back on his friends' support and ask for their help in making these hard decisions (of which there are many). he severs his final connections ("i don't care about anything on this server") and cements his place in history as a monster.

i think it is very likely that we are getting a ranboo "friendship and relying on other people" arc here. there are other ways they could go with it, obviously, but given his current arctic anarchist ties and what appears to be other friendships developing. hmm! i'm interested. this part is entirely speculation/extrapolation. point being. the kids on the smp do, in fact, learn from history. they still make mistakes sometimes, but past a certain point, they're always different mistakes. they learn, and they almost always get happier endings for it

i don't know if it's a coincidence that it's the three lore-relevant kids who are the ones doing this. i don't think it is, because this is a very well-written and clever story. the younger generation is the one learning and fixing past mistakes and leaving the world better off for it. that's very neat! i like it a lot. also now that purpled's becoming lore-relevant, goddamnit if i don't want to see next season being his "learning from history" arc. punz vs purpled, maybe? that'd be neat. who knows. ok i think im finally done lol ty for reading :)

caveat I forgot to add last night: obviously ranboo and dream start out in very different positions, moreso than both tommy and tubbo. but at the end of the day, all three of them are their own people who just happen to take after other people in some ways :)

again, ty for reading! here's the original thread. i'd like to add that this is probably out of date and i may come back to it some day but who knows. maybe this will just be a relic of before Now (may 25)

#solaine's dsmp meta #dsmp #dsmp meta #c!tommy #c!ranboo #c!tubbo #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #schlatt #c!schlatt #c!dream #dream #c!wilbur #wilbur

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notes: hewwo hewwo another phil&techno fic,, are we rlly surprised. anyway have a funky hybrid headcanon thing ig. 1/3 chapters word count: 1242 ao3 link

part 2

Supply trips to the Nether weren’t uncommon.

Sure, their little cabin houses held double chests upon double chests of supplies, deeming them probably one of the richest people in the world, but a supply check never hurt, did it? They couldn’t afford to lack ingredients now, couldn’t afford to be missing anything crucial that could cost them greatly.

So when Phil noticed their ghast tear supply lacking, he hadn’t hesitated to drag Techno to the hot dimension by his arm, cape, tusks or ears if he had to. They weren’t going to have a drop in supplies, not if the avian could help it.

And the trip has turned out to go smoothly, without much trouble. Well, little to no trouble.

It really was a blessing and big advantage to be traveling with Techno. Phil almost felt like he was cheating life when they walked past a hoard of piglins eyeing their full netherite sets sharply, taking the lack of gold as a warning sign. But one of them made a questioning, wary huff, scarred ear full of earrings flicking this way and that, and all it took was for Techno to make the exact same sound back, except more friendly and reassuring.

It was almost magic. They all lost interest, turning around to get back to their own hobbies and whatever it was they were doing before the two of them slammed into the red island floors.

And, well.

Given the fact Phil has had many embarrassing near-death experiences with piglins too wary about his lack of golden protection, the way the crowd almost parted for them made him smile triumphantly.

“Thanks for savin’ us back there,” Phil threw it out there with a hesitant smile, their heavy boots clinging against the netherrack that grew soft red moss all over it. The lava flowing around them left a hot feeling on his skin, almost similar to sun if it wasn’t so intimidating. “What’d you say to ‘em?”

The question left Techno confused, eyebrows quirking up in confusion as his tail caught a stray piece of netherrack, forcing the piglin to take the thing into his hands softly and dig the rock out of the soft fur. “I jus’ said hello. They greeted me first, it’d have been rude not to greet ‘em back.”

Ah. Beans.

-

It wasn’t until much later that it clicked, when they were finally setting up camp and Phil was trying his hardest to get a fire going that the two were approached by a lonesome animal. As the flames crackled to life, a little stray cat poked its head through the bushes and inched closer to the warmth, hackles raised.

Phil smiled at the sight, wings swiftly folding against his back to make himself seem smaller. Orange light framed his hand as he reached out to let the cat sniff his fingers. The little feline pushed its nose against the pale skin, snout wet and cold, until it hissed and skittishly ran to tangle around Techno’s legs.

A frown grew on Phil’s face as Techno’s chuckles grew louder. “Of course it’s gonna like you more.”

He paused the sharpening of his sword to look down at the cat, piglin ears flicking as he crouched and let his tail sway curiously. The feline sat down and stared back into his eyes, ears pressed flat against its head.

The cat meowed.

Techno didn’t hesitate to make his own “meow”, ear flicking in Phil’s direction as the man burst into laughter.

“D’ya just greet every single creature?”

“The cat greeted me first- it’d be rude- Philza- Phil! Stop laughing!”

-

Almost experimentally, Phil decides to ask Ranboo for a quick favor. The boy was a hybrid himself, and with the boy’s admirable ability to also befriend most animals on sight, Phil asked him to let a fox visit the tundra. Just for a little, no need to tame it or give it home, but just… for science.

It’s a cute little thing, fur as white as Steve’s, eyes holding barely any thoughts as the little fox munches on some berries Ranboo dropped off as well. Techno doesn’t understand, looks at Phil like he’s grown a head or two. “Are we keepin’ it? I thought we already had enough pets in the cabin?”

And then the cute little thing meets Techno’s glance, and lets out a little squeak, bordering a cheerful yip.

And to Phil’s lung-killing amusement, Techno repeats it right back with his own tone before resuming. “It’ll get crowded-”

Phil is very well losing his shit.

“Oh my- Phil, is this about the greet thing again- it’d be rude not to greet back- shut up!”

Phil is gonna die.

-

His little experiment continues its trek as he decides to test the limits, bit by bit.

Maybe, in another time, decades ago where Techno’s stare was hard and cold and he still flinched whenever Phil passed behind him, out of sight, he’d consider this… experimentation a little out of hand. Even a little rude, perhaps.

But it’s just lighthearted fun now, and Techno’s his old friend of many, many years. The piglin survived death and a half, he could surely handle a little fun from his old friend.

And so, right the next morning, Phil interrupted Techno’s rushed breakfast of bread and butter to pull him into the bee farm, claiming an emergency.

“Did they die?” Techno questions as Phil pulls open the door, rushing the both of them into the warm room. “Got poisoned? Queen died? What’s wrong?”

Phil stayed silent, watching as the piglin hurriedly checked the hives and machines. Bees flew around him and settled in his hair, let down and a little messy as he just woke up not too long ago, buzzing. He absentmindedly hissed back, the noise imitating the buzzing of the little yellow creatures around him as he poked around the nests to ensure their safety. “They seem just fine to me, Phil. Phil? Phil, why are you laughing, what-”

-

The next part of his experiment is unplanned.

Really, Phil hadn’t planned for it to progress this far, but it happens before he can even realise it.

It’s just a simple hunt for shipwrecks, temples, anything they can get their hands on. Techno has been itching for a totem of undying for a while now, the absence of one constantly putting him on edge. A mansion wouldn’t be a bad find either.

Of course, it’s not uncommon for them to get sidetracked. Techno had a big tendency to get distracted and forget the task at hand, and Phil simply loved him too much to pull him away from the exciting, short-lived tasks.

So here they were, exploring a deep ravine.

And, like, it’s not that Phil disliked running into endermen, they were just a pain to deal with.

As soon as the deep ender rumble echoes through the cave, Phil’s feathers ruffle and his wings are ready to carry him away.

That is, until Techno repeats the noise and moves on.

Phil watches him mine some lapis, mouth opened in a question he didn’t know.

“This should be enough lapis for now,” Techno turns to him, holding out the stacks of lapis until he sees the expression on Phil’s face. “Phil?”

“How the fuck did you mimic an enderman?”

“Ender and piglin are pretty close in pronunciation. It’s really not that hard. ‘nyway, the lapis-”

“-what the fuck, what the fuck-”

“-the lapis, Phil!”

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp fanfiction #technoblade #philza #dsmp fanfiction #dream smp headcanon #dsmp headcanon #mcyt

[seoafin]

tbh,, i havent read the raws of the interview yet, only the translated ver from fan-translator and b4 i start, i think that this will be just me talking in circle and in no particular order AND a real mess (my brain does weird things after exams) but uhh here we go

gojou collects talented people, and by doing so he finds the people he can most probably relate to, except that he can't, not really, because something in the universe shifted when he was born. and it makes me think of how he's always known it, that he is special, and he's proven it, time and time again— he wants to take in talented ppl and he does, but there rly isn't much he can do for them. for they are talented, more talented than the world can understand,,

but they aren't gojou satoru

gojou took in megumi, bc he knew megumi was strong, and would grow up to be someone even stronger, but gojou can't facilitate or encourage his growth, bc for all they're similar, they are so fundamentally different. ALSO,, while geto was in his life, gojou rly judged everything according to his understanding of geto’s moral compass. gojou wears a human suit and geto is how he learnt to wear it well 🏃

the dragonfly analogy regarding to geto’s response to gojo, who was shown wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata in HI arc,, i’m trying to not think abt the fact that dragonfly symbolized victory in jpn....pain. i quoted from a web here for more explanation : In Japan the dragonfly is known as the "victory insect", or kachimushi, because of its hunting prowess and also because it is known to never retreat. Dragonflies are agile and fast fliers and can even hover, but never fly backwards

and bringing this up again, matricide and patricide are 2 of the 5 worst act to commit in buddhism, and it was said that if u commit one of those act u’re going to spend a real long time in the deepest pit of hell before continuing the samsaric cycle (higher chances to be born as an animal after that probs)— this might be geto’s divine retribution. held no power over his own body and could be considered that he’s the same as those “monkeys” 💀

ALSO the fact that sukuna's interest is "eating" rly drives home his hedonistic philosophy of seeking pleasure for himself. and he’s a cannibal...makes me think if he’ll just chomp on ppl with the mouth on his stomach

randomly, to date i think he hasn't really called himself a human, shaman, or a curse, and has held himself apart from all 3, and we've also the intro of the cursed wombs so i wonder if he’s trying to become, or is, a different entity altogether

so onmyoji got mentioned in the interview and what they practice is called onmyodo and abe no seimei and kano no yasunori were the notable practitioners,, and the kamo in jjk is the same as irl who served the imperial court back then

maybe i was right when i said that the relation between the govt. and jujutsu elders are similar to how the shogunate and imperial court work (ie, the former holds the actual power) but... lets see later,,

and i cant believe that i actually nailed it on the analogy of jujutsu practices by religion,,, so mahayana buddhism, shintoism, and taoism is present in jjk along with their respective jujutsu practices...but between the 3, it shld (?) be taoism > shintoism > mahayana buddhism (which could took a path to pure land buddhism)

it’s weird that the number of curses are supposedly higher in jpn comparable to other countries when taoism was brought from china....tengen sus

so the zenin family tree is sth like :

brothers: [toji's dad] ; naobito ; ougi

so toji, naoya, and maki & mai are cousins of the same generation

[toji's dad] → jinichi (probs) ; toji → megumi

naobito → other brothers, naoya

ougi → maki, mai

but yea i’d call anyone who’s within/close or below my age range as cousins and others above 30 as uncles/ aunts LMFAO,, i dont rly memorize my own family tree 😭😭 especially since most call the other by honorifics instead of names : aunt, uncles etc or attaching said honorifics at the end of a name for an older sibling figure/ older cousins [but like ppl in my country also call the other who are older with sibling honorific even if we’re strangers,,, rly similar to korea’s hyung/oppa—eonnie(unnie)/noona but some uses more genderless honorific] (1)

tw // topic of incest, mentions of abuse

if anyone got the wrong idea when reading this : i am not glorifying/ romanticising incest(uous themes),, i’m looking at this with absolutely no lenses of bias even tho im rly against it

初恋 = literally : first love, or puppy love

恋 = romantic love/ deep longing

i literally don't know how else to put this...🧍and with language barrier...using a western interpretation of the eng word "love" to explain a jpnese term is not quite that simple, unfortunately

that thread omg,, i rly do understand how exactly someone could associated kindness with love bc of my upbringing, it was when i was slightly older that i was just...oh so its not like that orz,,, so the most plausible explanation would be that

but the problem is that,, akutami never specify when exactly she had a crush on them,, and when megumi answered todo’s question she had a “♡” reaction 😶,, uhmmm there’s rly no way to look past this if its this way or be in denial

i’ve seen some of "why wouldn't mai react that way after hearing megumi say he'd like someone who's compassionate when she's surrounded by men like naoya",, well I MEAN,,, that, but also mai probs admires that megumi grew up so well out of the clan, regardless of the fact that he had the foundation (10 shadows) to do so. imo she seems happy for him the way she can't be for maki, bc maki ultimately had to leave her behind

hate to say it but yea,, the 3 clans most likely still practice inbreeding in order to preserve their power and presumably their wealth too 😀

i had an idle thought abt it at first but i filed it deep in the back of my mind asap,, bc i ont wanna jump to conclusion abt this out of all things too early. it’s probably not even in jjk, but all those elite clans in other ani/mangas that produce powerful heirs and whatnot also do the same,,, but this way of (my personal) thinking was influenced when i first got into tsukihime (type-moon),,, i read abt the nanaya family background and found out that they practice that in order to keep their bloodline “pure” (to keep it short : they have an optical power),, and i had this kind of assumption ever since so there’s that

i’m,, convinced the zenins' inbreeding made it more difficult for them to get powerful shamans bc they got 2 jujutsu technique-less children with heavenly restrictions in the same generation: toji & maki

even more convinced that maki might be a bit stronger than toji bc toji could see curses without aid while maki can't so the pay-off must be higher,,, SJJASN IDK ,,, plus naoya sort of implies his older brothers are nothing compared to him, and idk if we should take that as his arrogance or that his older brothers rly are weak/powerless. it would make sense as to why naobito had a lot of sons, ig, as head of clan

i feel so bad that if one of the factors that can caused heavenly restriction is inbreeding,, toji and maki and mai had no say in how they wanted to be born but are scorned for it,, typical asian families projecting their traumas and ideals onto their kids but get mad when they realize that those ideals are ugly...😁😁😁

since the zenin are conservative,, i wonder if they still hold onto old jpnese dining traditions. where in ancient jpn, hierarchical relationships were made readily apparent even within families. a dining table where everybody sat down and ate as equals would be unheard of. rather, each individual is given their own table that indicates their status,,, someone who is not considered “strong” according to the zenin’s views most likely have no place at the table, and probs eat when those who are “strong” finished/ serve them when they are eating

if toji was tossed into a swarm of curses,, i dont think abuse during said time is below them,,,

the zenin clan was already great, but they further amassed power and strength by, what i assume to be, marrying and adopting powerful individuals into the clan 🤔 ,,, i imagine they're like the hiiragi but without doing what they did to shinya (ons reference)

BUT after all that, i like to think that since akutami’s a big horror fan, jjk might be an outlet to explore said topics or even darker ones, so i wouldnt be that surpised abt it. given that there’s more than enough “red flags” before this was dropped : a reference to “tale of hikaru genji” when a grown woman asked for gojou’s number in HI arc (out of all things); granny who transformed into the man’s daughter, sat on his lap and man just touched her waist; mei mei and ui ui ; and...this (incestous theme is in the novel btw)

lets not start with whatever the fuck in kubo’s head in the interview otherwise i’m writing paragraphs with every curse words possible,, those big 3 mangakas are so— UGH,, a planet w out (cis) men like him sounds real good rn 😌 if one of yall out there decide to do it,, pls hmu rly cant do this shit anymore

akutami said i like my men pretty and i like women who will step on my neck and spit in my face (I REMEMBERED TATSUKI FUJIMOTO’S INTERVIEW WHEN HE WAS ASKED ABT MAKIMA AND IT WAS SO 😭😭😭😭) but ykw,, love that for both of them <3

when i said 3 : one piece, bleach, naruto. aside from the blatant depiction/ characterize of women in those 3,, idk if some ppl arent aware yet but oda is friends with two (2) convicted pedos,, man...the major disappointment and disgust when i first find out abt it

anyways this is just my 2 cents (which i think rightfully belong to the trash can) so pls just take this w a lil to no grain of salt - 🐱

YEAH THE ♡ LMFAO I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A “good answer ♡“ heart BUT NOW IM RE-EXAMINING?????

honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if the three clans practiced inbreeding. but ik people are going to be  😡😡😡😡😡 about it when the queen of fucking england is literally married to her (something) cousin. i’m not justifying it but like....love the double standards, just as always with the west 😍

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING PED* LIST THEY SHOULD ALL BE IN JAIL. JAILLLLL. it’s all so gross. that’s why i fucking hate when people look towards manga for positive representation because the chances of that are super slim to zero, especially since the industry is saturated with misogyny and ped******* and a lot of other gross stuff.

i think ppl forget jjk is a horror manga LOL so obviously it’s going to confront darker themes. the question is whether it’s going to be done tastefully or not......

#honestly I don't have high hopes unfortunately 😭 #but who knows I might be...pleasantly surprised #idk I don't have high hopes in manga nowadays so hmmm #anyway as always I enjoy ur thoughts <3 ❤️❤️ #hope ur doing well!!! #and getting all those genshin impact goodies #🐱 anon #long post

[hxwks-gf]

😩 I wish we were friends irl so I can make you some celebratory cookies for 1k!! You totally deserve it! 🥳

I hope I can do this matchup request correctly 😂.

Bakugou is my comfort character. I think I picked him bc I see myself in him but I'm not as aggressive as he is. I think we both tend to let our feelings come out in a more aggressive type of way. I don't like anyone else to bully my friends other than me as well, so I think that's another thing I we have in common lmao.

My favorite troupe is enemies to lovers (not sure why). It's just something about 2 people developing feelings for each other from butting heads a lot that's just so satisfying.🤌🏽✨ Oh and don't get me started on those relationships where the guy is an ass but has a SOFT SPOT for his boo!! 🥴 And his s.o has to like LEARN how to take care of him/understand him bc he doesn't know how to express himself (me too tho👀).

I'm short asf (5'0" to be exact). I am USUALLY a happy go lucky person and try not to let a lot bother me, but I also hide how I feel a lot. It's a reflex atp 😂. So usually I seem irritable and annoyed to others when they try to help me and I want to fix it myself (aka I know I need help but I don't want it). I love to help others! So ig my role in mha would be to heal people or help if ABSOLUTELY necessary (I'm not coordinated enough to fight fr fr). I've always thought about my quirk being something like a siren/telepathy type of thing. I alter other people's reality and disorient them if needed with my voice depending on my pitch or the melody of the tune.

Hope that's enough! Haha congrats again!

I WILL TAKE VIRTUAL COOKIES MY DARLING, THANK YOU SO MUCH 💞✨❤️🥺

hxwks-gf’s 1k follower event!  *✧･ﾟ:*

“Will you just listen to me for once?” you snapped, trying to step in front of Bakugo. “This is supposed to be a team effort, you know. You can’t solve everything yourself.”

Bakugo scoffed and side-stepped out of the way, turning his nose into the air. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”

You wanted to rip your hair out. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Are you going to finish this rescue mission or not?”

“I’m trying to finish it, but you’re not working with me!”

Bakugo turned his back to you and continued walking, his footsteps echoing through the ruined building. “Either follow me or go back to the agency. I’m sure they’ll send another incompetent hero that will just whine and complain the whole time.”

“You’re an asshole,” you seethed, but you followed him anyway. “I thought you grew out of that shit after we graduated.”

“Shut up and let me work, will you?”

God, he was insufferable. You had known him most of your life and had accepted a position at his agency not too long ago, hoping he had grown out of his incorrigible attitude, but you were sorely disappointed.

The rumble of falling debris pulled you out of your thoughts, and before you could figure out where it was coming from, Bakugo was turning around with an expression of horror and shoving you out of the way. Senses regained, you quickly tumbled into a roll and safely got to your feet once the debris had stopped falling. 

“Bakugo?” you coughed, waving your hand in front of your face to disperse the dust as it settled. “Bakugo, are you hurt?” 

There was no answer. 

“Bakugo!” you called again, already feeling the panic setting in. “Answer me!” 

A moment later: “God, why do you have to yell so loud?” 

You shoved a piece of rubble out of the way and saw his face peeking out from beneath it, covered in dust and dirt. He blew some of it off of his lips and glared at you. 

“Are you going to help me out of here or not?” he snapped.

You rolled your eyes and gripped his hand, pulling him free in a waterfall of broken concrete and rebar. He dusted himself off and held up one of his gauntlets, dented from the impact. 

“You pushed me out of the way,” you said, staring at him. “You...saved me.” 

“Tch,” he scoffed, inspecting his bruised gauntlet closer and turning away from you. “Don’t go getting ideas.” 

“Bakugo...” You paused and bit your lip. “Thank you.” 

He looked up and scowled, but was unable to hide the blush that had crept into his cheeks. “You’re welcome. Dumbass.” 

“Are you always this insufferable?” 

“Are you?” 

“Are you hurt at all?” you asked, stepping closer to study his head in case he had gotten injured by the falling debris. Without thinking, you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair to get rid of the dust, as well as feel for any wounds. The entire time, Bakugo stayed completely still and just...stared at you. 

“What?” You dropped your hands and stepped back. “What’s that dumb look for?” 

“Nothing,” he muttered, lowering his eyes. “I’m not hurt.” Saying nothing else, he cleared his throat and gestured towards the rest of the building. “Let’s finish this.” 

The rest of the rescue mission went by smoothly, and you found yourself back at the agency in Bakugo’s office watching the city skyline light up as the sun went down. You should’ve been focusing on the rest of the paperwork for the mission, but your mind kept wandering to the way Bakugo acted after you had touched him. Never in your life had you seen him stand so still, so quiet. 

“What are you still doing here?” Speak of the devil. 

You turned around and saw him standing there by the door, dressed in street clothes. “Finishing the reports, because I know you won’t do it.” 

Bakugo rolled his eyes and adjusted his scarf. “It’s late, (y/n). We can take care of it tomorrow.” 

“The HPSC will be up your ass if you miss one of these again.” 

“Goddammit,” he groaned, kicking at the linoleum floor, but he dropped his bag and sat on the edge of your desk, looking down at the stack of paperwork in front of you. “Fine.” 

“Lucky for you, all you need to do is sign them,” you teased, holding out a pen. “I already took care of the rest.” 

Bakugo blinked at you. “All of it?” 

“All of it,” you repeated, wiggling the pen. “Figured I owed you one after you pushed me out of the way earlier. Consider my debt paid.” 

“I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if you got hurt on my watch,” he muttered, staring at his feet. He noticed your dumbfounded expression and a furious blush colored his cheeks again. “Don’t get the wrong idea! I was just doing my job.” 

“Right,” you grinned, arching an eyebrow. “Will you just sign the reports, please?” 

He was at a loss for words, but reluctantly took the pen and leaned over the paperwork. You got up from your chair and pulled your coat on as he scrawled his name, picking up your bag and moving towards the door. 

“Oh, you’re walking me home, by the way,” you casually threw over your shoulder. You could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of your head. “Is that a problem?” 

Bakugo dropped the pen and fought to keep his pace even as he caught up with you and flicked off the light. “No,” he growled, leading you out of the agency and into the chilly night air, not-so-innocently placing his broad hand at the small of your back. 

Maybe he wasn’t that insufferable. 

#peach celebrates 1000 #bakugo x reader #FLUSTERED BAKUGO IS SUPERIOR #enemies to lovers

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

It worked! Sorry to bug you with a message! But I'd like to request a cake now!

So, about me. I have an actual name but I don't think I've heard it in months😃, instead I have a bunch of nicknames! (Rion, ri, oreo, onion, o, etc), I'm actually nb so I chose that name, however I 100% consider naming myself Arson💀My pronouns are they/them and I'm about 5'5, I have short, fluffy brown hair that I usually dye the front blue. I'm Asian hispanic, but I really don't look like either- my favorite foods are either really spicy and salty or sweet. Not the overwhelming chemical sweet tho, like a natural sweet flavor. My personality type is infp, and ig when I first meet people I can be shy (that's an understatement, I was mute for the first week of school🕳🏃‍♂️) but once I get to know people I can be pretty chaotic (once again, arson). I'm not a 100% demon spawn though, I don't really like making scenes in public and I probably will cry if I do- but I still have fun lol. I'm also the person who copes with severe mental health issues using humor, to an alarming degree 😔 I'm the therapist friend when really I'm the one who needs therapy. I also have a social battery that can die at random times, so I really like/need friends who can handle random mood changes of me going from energetic to silent in seconds. Academically, I'm really book smart, I'm a tutor, but my grades don't reflect it. I tend to procrastinate a lot and avoid studying, usually I catch myself last minute or trust memory on tests, but every now and then there's something that tanks my grades. I'm not very athletic, but I still try to play sports. I enjoy the feeling when I do something right, but the rest of the time I usually beat myself up for messing up.

And now just random facts 😃👍

My favorite color is yellow, not the bright eye sore shade that makes you want to throw up, but the nice softer, light shade. And I like anything that comes with that color! (Sunflowers, flowy sundresses and flip flops, summer activities, burning concrete, warm rain, etc). Nobody knows my music taste, it changes weekly, however I usually come back to mitski/cavetown or summer themed songs a lot! I enjoy playing music, but I have the curse of being a fast learner so that usually leads to be being bored and learning a new instrument at any given chance. And my birthday is a weird date that fucks with zodiacs so I can be considered either a leo or cancer, my personality changes a bunch, so take your pick lol. (Though emotionally I tend to be cancerous, I just express it and show it in a way a leo would) And someday I wanna be a long term traveler, or a florist. Just a job that makes me happy :). And I guess if I had to classify my aesthetic it would be bloomcore or soft grunge. I like wearing big sweaters and if I could I would wear a bunch of butterfly clips in my hair and wear mom jeans. (I would also wear man crushers, I mean, platforms if I was confident)

Aaaannnnd that was really long sorry!

To sum up, I'm just a bipolar bitch with depression and anxiety 👍

Thanks a bunch for just taking the time to read this!

@oririon

Romantic Matchup

Bokuto Koutarou

How Y’all Met

IERJNDJS

I’m getting a classic summer love vibe from this matchup 👀

Ok so I just Hc that Bokuto LOVES flowers

So he would always just go to the local flower shop to look at them

Pls hes to precious I cant-

But anyways you we’re working a summer job at the flower shop

And you grew fond of our little owl boy

You would always talk to him whenever he visited

He just made your job that much more enjoyable :)

So one day you stopped him right before he left and told him he could pick a bouquet of flowers if he wanted

He BEAMED at you and picked a bouquet of flowers he always looked at whenever he came

But what shocked you was instead of walking out with them

He gave them to you!

He then went on talking about how he really liked you but didn’t know how to tell you

At this point he was just rambling

So you laughed and asked him if he would like to go to the ocean with you after your shift

He agreed and you swear you saw stars in his eyes

After your shift you met up with Bokuto and went to the beach

You guys literally spent ALL day there!

And even some of the night 👀

Being the gentleman he is offered to walk you home

And when you two got to your house he asked you to be his s/o

What They Love About You

Ok starting off with a strange one

He loves the fact that your favorite color is yellow 💛

He just thinks it fits you so well 😊

He loves that you have to ability to turn your trauma into humor

Now I’m ngl...

Ye found it extremely concerning at first 🥲

But once you explained it was like a coping mechanism for you

He was super supportive!

AAAAAAAA

He LOVES your aesthetic!

He thinks it’s so cute

And once again he thinks it fits you 👀

He appreciates the fact that your smart

If he doesn’t understand something in class

He’ll just go to you!

And honesty going over the material with him has helped your understanding as well 👀

Bokuto s grades:📈

Your grades: 📈

Favorite Things To Do Together

Oml he loves summers with you

Any summer activity

Beaches

Ice cream

Flower meadows 👀

Summer night drives

The whole shtick

But when it’s not summer

He loves doing classic seasonal activities

Examples:

Fall - Jumping in leaf piles, coffee dates, preparing for Halloween, etc

Winter - Snowball fights/Making Snowmen, Christmas movie marathons, hot cocoa/ baking, etc

Spring - Dancing in the rain, picnics, gardening etc

It’s a vibe year round with bf Bokuto

Random Hc

His favorite season is summer

And his second is winter

Ik...polar opposites

Oof

He TOTALLY gets your mood swings

Although they may not be the same as his

He still understands them and respects them

Every year on your anniversary he buys you the exact same bouquet he gave you at the flower shop

Speaking of the flower shop 👀

He got a job there with you the following summer

So you guys basically spent most of your days together

Bokuto is REALLY bad at dark humor

But for some reason he still tries 😭

It’s either TOO dark

Or not dark at all 💀

Astrology

(We’re gonna go with your cancer zodiac 😂)

When Cancer and Virgo make a love match, a strong, down-to-earth relationship with staying power is the happy result.

This is a relationship with great potential to get better and better over the passing years.

Both Cancer and Virgo are goal-oriented and disciplined.

They are sincere and devoted to one another and share a strong sense of purpose.

No lightweight love here: These two were not really built for flings!

Cancer and Virgo deeply admire one another: Virgo respects Cancer’s quiet strength and dedication while Cancer appreciates Virgo’s keen adaptability and intelligence.

These lovers may get off to a slow start, but over time, bonds will only grow stronger.

The Cancer-Virgo love match prides itself on common sense and strong principles over fluff and inconsequential or fleeting connections.

They enjoy the material comforts of life, but they will only feel good about their bounty if it has come as a result of honest hard work.

There could be tiffs if Virgo becomes too critical for Cancer’s easily bruised feelings; Cancer needs to understand that it’s just Virgo’s nature to point out what they observe, that it’s not a personal attack.

A Virgo may bristle at their Cancer mate’s stubborn streak, but it’s a trait that a patient and understanding love partner like Virgo could come to appreciate.

Also, Virgo’s urge to serve suits Cancer’s affectionate, nurturing nature well.

Their dedication to working toward the same goals.

Both partners in this love match enjoy a stable home life and nice things, and Virgo truly enjoys helping Cancer along the way to achieving their goals.

Their shared goals and desires make theirs a highly compatible love match.

Overall Aesthetic

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